#nyageyuki

[nyanyagi-blog]

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the dusk is just leaving, the sun slowly climbing up across the sky. despite how bright, how clear, seemingly peaceful environment accompanied with the chorus of birds’ chirping, the thrumming of passing trains and local traffic, masks the unsolved mysteries entwined around the city of shinjuku. despite the urgency of needing to unravel the ploys of adonis to stop further chaos from ensuing, is their daily lives. the x-day incidents have been posing dangerous situations for all the residents of shinjuku, but to the detective agency, it meant another busy day ahead. 

yanagi is up early, not having slept enough in the first place, and is stood by the kitchen counter. the aroma of dark and rich coffee fills the air, accompanied with the sizzling of vegetables against the skillet. despite being the only one awake, yanagi cooks enough to feed around six, he’s sure the others have yet to eat, that and if they do, he doubts it is sufficient for their diets. 

everyone is supposed to be coming later tonight, he’ll just have to wrap these leftovers in boxes for them later... yanagi is deep in thought, completely focused on cooking, but he doesn’t fail to notice that someone had joined him in the office. perhaps to the untrained ear, they would have completely missed him, but yanagi is far too used to the lack of sound shiraishi makes, 

« ah, shiraishi. good morning. i take you haven’t --», but yanagi is interrupted, for when he looks up to glance at the other man, he does, in fact see him, but he doesn’t hear his voice, he hears something else-- in the sound of, a? mmrroww? 

« ... » at first, he doesn’t react. it’s most probably shiraishi toying with him, maybe the infamous profiler bought a ridiculous cat toy from the store on his way here, and was abusing it’s feature to sound exactly like a cat’s meow. yanagi simply stares at shiraishi, expecting the noise to sound again, and refuses to submit to shiraishi’s ridiculous feats.

indeed, the meow comes back, but in a more audible, in a more emotional-- and rather close--, in which yanagi quickly casts his eyes around the taller man’s legs, to realize, ah, it was... an actual cat...

...well,

yanagi walks over to the other side of the kitchen, fishing out a bowl from the cabinet and serves a serving of rice, and pulls a chair from the dining table and gestures for shiraishi to come over.

but, he also glances at... the newcomer and... nods...

« ...have a seat shiraishi, and eat some breakfast » ... 

...

« ...shiraishi, why did you bring this little fellow with you? » it isn’t... particularly unwelcomed, yanagi is just... a bit taken back. he knew shiraishi was quite the cat addict, but he was never actually aware the profiler actually... had such a strong natural affinity to the animal as well. this was... indeed a perfect demonstration of it, though. 

purple eyes shift over to his friend, with brief hesitancy, « what do you usual give to him? maybe i have something in the cabinets, he seems a bit hungry, » yanagi casts an overall glance to shiraishi, and sighs again, « he’s not the only one, you start eating as well. »

[yoshinyari]

Dawn

Okazaki can be difficult to deal with. 

But that’s just a given. Kei Okazaki is a man of mystery, of cruel smiles that rarely fall. He gets a lot of amusement out of all his actions, that’s for sure! But as he stands watch on the Detective Agency, he’s come to realize that… well, there’s another really difficult person. 

“Shiraishi-san, you know, I’m supposed to be security, not someone to size up…”

Yoshinari had come to notice that the profiler (who was one of the only members of Yanagi’s team still on the force) is a bit… stranger than he initially thought. He’s not around often when it’s his shift, so he hadn’t had a chance to really get more than Okazaki told him. 

“Man… what’s with the intense stare down? I’ve got the roof on lock down, so no way an intruder would swoop in.” Really, this had just been the better vantage point for keeping an eye out on the surrounding area, and he could be back down to their door in a flash. 

Maybe plans change, but this is really confusing! He hadn’t expected company on the roof, not now. Most of those guys really didn’t seem to consistently want the company of the SP Officers assigned to them. And, well, Yoshinari has a feeling that this is probably the cause with Shiraishi too. 

As the sunrise settles into the horizon, he can better see the growing hints of interest in Shiraishi’s eyes. It’s all very slight, but that’s the sort of look that means he’s close to dissection, or just plain getting cornered!

It’s not that he can’t handle all this; it wouldn’t be do hard to pin down little details but...

Y-Yeah... Kageyuki Shiraishi is really difficult to deal with.

[keibiin]

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send a symbol for: ☽ = wandering alone at night .

「SP」

    "Oh Shiraishi-san--are you heading to Yanagi-san’s place now?”  There’s a hum in his voice as he speaks, his stride increasing to catch up with the other man.  His smile stays on his face as he stares at the other’s cat ear head ornaments noting that it suited the other quite well.  

   It seemed late for the other to be heading towards the group’s headquarters, but Yoshinari had texted him they still seemed to be up and active despite it being past midnight as time bled into the early morning--he’d have to relieve his partner of protecting the group soon.  

   “I’ll go with you.  Maybe they’ll let me in if I just follow you.”  

   He doubted that an ideal situation like that would happen, but his smile betrays nothing of such thought.  Even if that sort of thing happened and they willingly let him in they would simply cover up whatever they were discussing.  

   At least it would serve as a good icebreaker for now--

[nyanyagi-blog]

‘ are you still trying to protect me? ’

mockingjay starters ;→ accepting !

perhaps if they were further in the countryside and not amidst the concrete jungle, the sky would be filled with a spray of stars. instead, yanagi stares into the darkness, at the looming clouds and muggy skies. the blackness of the night is illuminated by the bright lights of office windows and the city skyline. it in itself is its own beauty, providing the rooftop with a warm glow. 

the cold december air nips at his exposed skin, leaving it rough and dry, susceptible to being bitten by the frosty wind. having been numbed from the long season, yanagi ignores the chapped feeling of his skin and reaches to fish out a cigarette from his jacket pocket, and within his other hand he grabs his lighter. his fingers fumble with it as he struggles against the cold, but as soon as the flame is lit, he takes in a breath, then is he filled with a warmth. 

with an exhale, the fumes escape his lips and disperse into the night sky. with a sudden shift of the atmosphere, not having to do with the weather or lights, yanagi realizes that he is not alone on top of the roof anymore. he doesn’t move to react, or bother to check behind his shoulder at who had come up, he knows very well who it is without needing to glance. instead, yanagi saves his energy and takes a long drag at his cigarette, closing his eyes, before he finally greets his… longtime friend.

“ …shiraishi, what did you have to say ? ” it was something that he only wanted yanagi to hear, or specifically needed to ask him since he had come all this way to find him, nor did he send him a text prior to this meeting, which he often did as well. purple eyes steady on the other man, he was no profiler as skilled as the one in front of him, and as much as shiraishi… wanted to claim he was difficult to read, yanagi would like to believe he was much more capable of understanding the blonde more than he can do to himself. 

there were… a lot of things that had filed through yanagi’s mind that he wanted to ask shiraishi. there were many questions left unasked, unanswered. instead of having straightforward answers, he found that the answers he sought out were never… given to him explicitly. just as the questions shiraishi asks, they were mostly out of the blue, but laced with genuine curiosity. this time was certainly one of those cases.

‘ are you still trying to protect me? ’

…of course he’d be asking that. yanagi closes his eyes as he takes another long drag out of his cigarette. after exhaling, he stares back at shiraishi, and is met with a firm gaze. “ …a foolish question that you should know the answer to, ”

“ of course. ” he says, as simple as that. but to shiraishi, he assumes is a absurdity in itself and is expecting a thorough explanation. “ as intelligent you are, shiraishi, there are a few things you could never really grasp ” they were mere facts, and not meant to sound as insulting. he doubts shiraishi would think them as insults, anyways. 

“ i don’t know what you’re doing, i don’t expect you to tell me, either. ” a part of him wishes he didn’t openly admit that, because he did, want to know, but it wasn’t what was important… at this very moment, at least. “ i just trust you, shiraishi. no matter what weird shit you get yourself into, i trust you to do the right thing. ” he’s aware he’s being frustratingly vague, but it was necessarily to keep it simple. in fact, the simplicity would hopefully stir shiraishi to dwell on it more. 

“ i’ll continue to protect you because i care, for you. ” oh, how sappy of him, he’s sure that will spur a tease from the other man, but yanagi can’t help but laugh at himself, “ i don’t doubt you, there are times that a part of me tells me to, but i don’t think i could. ” how foolish, how soft, how weak– he can hear at the back of his mind, but yanagi pays them no mind as he closes his eyes and takes in another breath of smoke. 

“ knowing you, you’re probably doing something… really reckless without wanting to get any of us involved. ” he steadies his gaze with the others, hoping to… try and reach out to him, “ whatever it is, at the end of the day, i just hope we can come back here together .” 

reaching the end of his bud, and promptly digs it into the ashtray at the edge of the railing. he casts shiraishi one last glance, before giving him a smile. “ was that an adequate enough answer for you?”