#hiroshi daimon

[a-student-out-of-time]

//I made this last night, something to summarize the WoH parents : P

[a-student-out-of-time]

So you aim to fix Masuru's "easy" life by ruthlessly beating him? You're so fucked in the head it's actually making me sick.

Well, I think I’ve heard enough. Now, the following is official.

You’re going to be detained until the soonest time your legal hearing can be convened. You won’t be allowed contact with an attorney for 23 days, and you won’t be allowed visitors. Not that you’d have many anyways.

Most importantly, you’re going to sign this confession under your name.

*Tsurugi hands him a clipboard...and Hiroshi proceeds to throw it aside*

...

Ah. I see you don’t understand.

*Tsurugi flips the table aside, grabs Hiroshi by the shirt, lifts him up, and punches him across the face. Repeatedly*

*WHACK!*

*WHACK!*

*WHACK!*

*Hiroshi moans in agony as blood begins to trickle out of his nose, followed by Tsurugi slamming him against the wall, pressing his forearm against Hiroshi’s neck*

Pieces of shit like you make me sick. This is just gonna keep going if you don’t cooperate.

Hiroshi: Uggh...f-fuck you, kid...

*Tsurugi finally grabs his left index finger and snaps it like a twig*

Hiroshi: AAAAAGGGHHHH!!!

*He then punches him across the face again, then grabs him by shirt and tosses him across the room, smashing into the metal chair and landing on the overturned table*

Hiroshi: Nghh....*cough, cough*...*he spits out a piece of tooth*

Feel like cooperating now?

Hiroshi: ...guh...gimme th-the paper...

*Hiroshi finally signs his own confession*

You need to understand: one has to take full responsibility for their actions. What you’re feeling right now? It’s called karma.

Anyway, we’re done here. I’ll send someone to clean you up and find you a cell.

[a-student-out-of-time]

You do you realize that if Masaru died, you’ll no longer have any “immunity” whatsoever?

Yes, has it ever occurred to you that the beating you gave your son may have permanently affected his physical abilities? The very thing the school was protecting you and him over?

I’d like to hear more details about that.

Hiroshi: ...

I said, I’d like to hear more details. And you’re going to tell them to me, Daimon-san.

Hiroshi: Go to hell, you little punk. What would you know about suffering? Your daddy’s a commissioner, you’ve had it all cushy ever since you were born- Urgh!

*Tsurugi grabs him by the collar*

1. This isn’t about me, this about you. 2. Stop deflecting and give me the information I want, or I can make this infinitely worse for you.

Hiroshi: ...

[a-student-out-of-time]

Let’s focus on Hiroshi, why did he beat up Masaru? Did he try to escape?

Yes, I’d like to know your reasons there as well.

Hiroshi: ...The little shit’s practically useless to me now.

What?

Hiroshi: I haven’t heard back from that goddamn school in weeks. They said they’d get back to me! We had a contract, and that little shit actually had a purpose in my goddamn house. And for weeks, all I’ve got out him is disobedience, ungrateful, disrespectful from that worthless brat.

...

Hiroshi: Aren’t you supposed to be a police officer? Where the hell was my help? Hey...maybe we could work on getting that shitty school to finally fess up to all the bullshit it’s got going on?

[a-student-out-of-time]

Hold the fuck up, what did she look like?

Can you describe what she looked like?

Hiroshi: Uhh, yeah...her hair was brown and kinda long and poofy. She wore that same maid outfit you see a lot at cafe’s and stuff.

And you’re certain she looked to be around my age?

Hiroshi: I’m sure of it. Why?

Nothing you need to concern yourself with.

[a-student-out-of-time]

Hiroshi would have you beated up that small girl that was you beating your son if she intervened?

Hiroshi: If anyone sets foot on my goddamn property, meddles in my goddamn business, I’ll kick their ass. That includes any other stupid brats like those girls! I think the other called 110, didn’t she?

“Those girls”...? So you’ve had multiple visitors?

Hiroshi: Yeah, I was gettin’ real sick a’ seein’ around. Figured Masaru was probably calling ‘em.

How many were there? When exactly did they visit you?

Hiroshi: Two of ‘em in the last week. That short brat from last night, then there was that maid from like...Tuesday? I dunno, but she wasn’t foolin’ me.

A maid...?

Hiroshi: She said she was, but she was barely your age. I knew it was a fuckin’ trick, so I told her to beat it. Masaru said he didn’t know her, but I’m sure the little shit was lying again.

[a-student-out-of-time]

What is this immunity you’re talking about?

Hiroshi: Just what it sounds like. Long as my son’s enrolled there, the school gives me protection.

What kind of protection? Protection from the law?

Hiroshi: Guess so. I dunno, I didn’t ask too many questions. It sounded like a great deal, so I took it.

You were relying on a deal...that you didn’t even know the finer details of? You expect me to believe that?

Hiroshi: Yeah, it’s wha- AGH!

I said “talk,” not “lie.” What did you sign? Why are they protecting you?

Hiroshi: Stop! Stop! Fuck, agh- AAAGGGHH! Wait! Wait! I remember now!

About time.

Hiroshi: They...th-they said it was about his talent. My son’s some mutant, he could run nonstop and never get tired. Think doctors said he has more blood than the average person.

And the school was interested in, what? Studying his talent?

Hiroshi: Far as I can tell. They wanted that, I get immunity out of it. Called it a good deal.

[a-student-out-of-time]

Why did you beat up your son?

Hiroshi: I don’t know what you’re talking about.

He’s in the hospital with possible permanent injuries. You really think this is grounds to lie to me?

Hiroshi: I’m not saying anything, and you can’t make me.

...

Perhaps I didn’t make myself clear.

*SMACK!*

That was strike one. Work with me, and it’ll be easier on both of us.

Hiroshi: ...You even know what I’ll do to you when I get out of here?

Threatening a police officer? We can add that to your list of transgressions.

Now talk.