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Basco, Gou, and Ian + number 3.

3. fuck, take a bullet for, murder

fuck - bascotake a bullet for - goumurder - ian

i’m sorry ian, rip in peace

"38. cop/person getting a speeding ticket au" FOR KURAKEN BECAUSE THAT IS JUST TOOO GOOD TO NOT REQUEST IM SORRY LIZZY IM KURAKEN TRASH

Every day, Kenya always finds himself living in the need toget to his destination on time, despite always leaving just barely when heneeded to. He trusts himself to make it, as always, timing it just right,taking all the best roads, and gets there right when he promised he would. However,Kenya is not immune to the troubles of trafficdelays, the sudden flow and setbacks make it so he might actually be late… if he didn’t speed up his old sports carjust a tad more.

Just a tiny bit over and no one would turn their heads. Heknows the feel of the road, the rules of it. More than a little is where thereal risks begin to take form. Speeding infractions – gosh they are a no, even if he does speed more oftenthan the recommended limit (which is, of course, a never do).

“It’s not much further,” he gasps out quickly, the CD heborrowed from Yuuji playing loudly in the background. He can’t show up past theclock, because that might mean missing out on practice. Ticking, he taps hishand on the steering wheel, jeering, leering, hearing the rumbles of theasphalt below him as he presses down more on the gas pedal at a break in the crowd.

Whoooo!

The sound of the sirens blare in his ears. Well, isn’t that great? Luck, finally... out? Or perhaps not. Honestly, it depends on the officer at hand, and the fact that Kenya had yet to actually have an infraction on his record (for one, not getting caught, but the reason he really wants to avoid them really does press and issue). Please, be the normal officer!

Normal officer, a joker at his finest moments in mostlyunintentional ways, the considerate Kuranosuke Shiraishi (oft calledShiraishi, sans honorifics, by his colleagues) is the young man on duty, stopping Kenya as he pulls over.

“Do you know how fast you were- Kenya,” Shiraishi halts midway through his question upon seeing the rather sheepish smile of his reliable, off-duty coworker, partner when on duty, and best friend.

“So... will you let me off? I’m really late for this meeting with Yuuji, Shiraishi. I gotta get there fast.”

Laughter, an “ahh, I see” releasing from his lips in coupling. Typical Kenya. “Kenya,” Shiraishi emphasizes, “I can’t... ah, no.” He leans forward, takes the extended ID and shakes his head, writing on a ticket. “Take causion... and try to use that as a warning. Your job is safe, but you really should get your act together.” He chuckles.

“Gotcha, Shiraishi.”

“And, Kenya?”

“Yes?”

“A speed-star isn’t for the public roads. Be remember that.”

“Right! See ya on the job.”

A ticket to pay - or... no? An “You owe me” is written neatly on the paper. Thanks, Shiraishi! Kenya knows he can always count on him.

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