#sonicitaden

[ask-superintendent-art]

"I should have known it'd be you." [Hey, look. Art fulfills his life-long dream. You're welcome.]

21. My character sets a building on fire with your character inside.

Art finally had some free time and decided he would try his hand at baking. Something he wasn’t too experienced with due to always being busy. Now however was the perfect time to give it a shot. After looking through the desert section of a cook book for about an hour, he got distracted by all the tasty looking deserts. He settled on cookies.

They hopefully wouldn’t pose too much of a problem for him. He gathered all the ingredients up and started preparing the mixture. He was precise with his measurements, not wanting to mess them up. After a few more minutes of work he had all the mixture beaten and placed on the tray in round, doughy blobs. He was tempted to eat some of the chocolate chips he had left over but resisted the urge. Hearing his stomach rumble prompted him to hurry on and push the tray into the oven that had been preheated to 175 degrees Celsius.

After a few minutes of flipping through the newspaper as he eagerly awaited the cookies, Art realised he was almost out of milk. Now he couldn’t have cookies without milk. He glanced at the time and then to the oven. They had only been in for about five minutes. He was sure he could run to the shop and be back in plenty of time. Little did he know this decision would lead to disaster.

He reached the shop in good time but unluckily for him the queue was outrageously long. He tapped his foot impatiently as he waited and kept glancing to his phone for the time. The cookies would burn at this rate…

Finally he had made it out of the shop and sprinted home, however what he was greeted by made his stomach churn. The fire brigade was outside his apartment block. It couldn’t be because of his cookies, could it? He hadn’t been that long at the shop.

He spotted one of his neighbours outside and questioned them on what had happened. He received confirmation that it was his apartment that was on fire. Art couldn’t believe his ears. If only he hadn’t been so careless.

Another horrible realisation hit him. Nice had been sleeping on his couch when he left. Had his best friend escaped? Was he hurt? All because of him?

The pale haired man felt ill as he moved forward to talk to one of the firemen and explain what had brought this situation about.

After a couple of hours, it was confirmed. Nice had died in that fire. It was all because of him. If only he hadn’t tried to bake, then none of this would have happened. Was he doomed to always get the people he loved killed….

[ask-superintendent-art]

[I never actually got around to saying this, but that one part in the ask box you direct towards Nice specifically is hilarious.] "Ah, what a cruel fate I am subject to. Not even my friend will offer me a penny for his thoughts." Sometimes Nice is worse than Birthday in terms of melodrama acting.

The inspector raised a brow at his friend. “Nice, what are you talking about?” Art had no idea why Nice suddenly felt this way. Was it because of his reluctance to share any case work with him? Well, that wasn’t going to change anytime soon.

[ask-superintendent-art]

Nice secretly took out the hidden bag of Konpeito and left it on the dining table after Kou left. "Night." And then he left quickly. The Minimum Holder didn't regret taking away most of Art's candy stash though. [I did say I could sorta fix it...]

"Ah, goodnight Nice." Art called after the Minimum Holder who had left in quite a rush. The inspector sighed, still heartbroken about his stash of sweets being so vicious devoured by Gou and Nice. How cruel… He turned his head and something colourful caught his eye from the dining table. His lips turned up in a smile when he walked over and picked up the bag of Konpeito. His favourite sweets. Nice must have left them for him.

While it was a nice gesture and he did appreciate. The inspector was irked over the fact they had eaten all his sweets…

[nicesheadphones-blog]

sonicitaden started following you

Am I looking in a mirror?

[voltagebaby]

sonicitaden

"Well, my dear first mate, we chill and wait for a job." And of course, Nice didn’t realize any potential repercussions of playing along and calling Birthday his first mate. He leaned back on the counter and tilted his head back. "Koneko, any jobs come up yet?"

As usual, the answer was no. “Or we could make a job ourselves. Wanna try selling lemonade for 100 yen?” he joked.

                "Well my dear first mate-- I didn't know you swung that way~" The blond could only let out a small chuckle. "Unfortunately, I don't~ maybeido  If you want -- your first mate can be Murasaki or somethin'!" 

                Birthday leaned against the counter as well. "Hm-- Nah." Right at that moment, the phone rung and immediately, Koneko went to answer it, informing the two that they had a job. "Well, partner-- Looks like we have a job~"

[ask-superintendent-art]

➳ [Ahaha, did I hear angst? I heard angst.]

“You are not useless!”

[ask-superintendent-art]

✿ [Perfect.]

“You’re like pizza. Even when you’re bad, you’re good.”

[ask-superintendent-art]

@ (because we need more threads)

48: Assassin!AU

Art’s sharp gaze stayed transfixed on the auburn haired man he was currently following, his assassination target. He had no idea why someone wanted this young man dead and he was a bit irked by that but his superior refused to tell him. He just said it was of the utmost importance that he was killed as quickly as possible. Yet even though he was an assassin, Art still had high morals and would refuse to kill anyone for a reason he didn’t think was just. He was perfectly fine with killing criminals but not innocent civilians. His superior put up with this because he was good at his job and hadn’t failed or been caught once.

His current target was a young man by the name of Nice. A peculiar name but he really couldn’t judge. He knew nothing else about him and that was making him hesitant in actually carrying out his assassination attempt. He didn’t want to kill someone for a reason he didn’t see as valid. Art had actually wanted to refuse the job but he was also curious as to why this young man was to a target. Plus his superior was very adamant on him taking on this particular job. Which was a little strange.

The assassin sighed feeling slightly frustrated and wiped his brow. It was a hot day and the sun was beating down merciless on the town. Art really wasn’t fond of the heat but that was the least of his worries. The street Nice was walking down was bustling with life. People were popping in and out of shops and chatting idly about numerous things as they walked. Most wore colourful summer clothes and seemed to be enjoying the unexpected heat wave.

The assassin continued watching Nice like a hawk would its prey. He needed to wait patiently until he had a chance to strike. Good thing he was patient as he couldn’t see an ample opportunity arising anytime soon. Which he supposed was for the best, given how uncertain he was about this whole thing. Perhaps observing Nice for a while more would be wise. Maybe he could figure out why someone was so eager to have him killed.