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Manhunt - Chapter 9

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A/N: Hey Guys! Finally another chapter! I apologize sincerely for the long wait and hope some of you are still interested in the story. Thanks to everyone for being so patient with me. :)

As always, let me know if you enjoyed it and critiques are always welcome!

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Chapter 9:

As Baba and I pulled away, we looked deep into each other's eyes. I never understood what was, and still is, between us. It was always a special bond that went beyond friendship.

He smiled at me and caressed my cheek while his other hand was resting on my neck.

We didn't need any words and enjoyed the moment we had, away from all the stress, pain and sadness we went through.

Loving, he kissed the tip of my nose as I closed my eyes and breathed in his smell.

He tilted my head up so I once again, looked into his eyes. I leant in and gave him another kiss, this time with more passion and dominance.

I heard Baba's breath hitch and smiled into the kiss at the effect I had on him.

He sucked my bottom lip between his and scraped his teeth over it. I moaned at the feeling and pressed my body closer to his.

As we parted, he slid his hand down my arm and grabbed my hand, tugging me along with him.

I stiffened a bit making him look back at me over his shoulder, "Uhm, Baba? I-I don't..." I sighed, fumbling with my words. "You know, I don't want to... Uhmm."

I ran my hand over my face, careful not to smear my makeup. I wasn't sure how to explain to him that I don't want to sleep with him. God, why's that so difficult? I'm an adult for Christ's sake!

Baba began to grin at me with a smug look on my face as I was still fumbling with my words.

"Princess, what is it you want to tell me?" He asked and I could hear the clear amusement in his voice.

I clicked my tongue and slapped him on his arm in a playful manner.

"You know what I want to tell you!" I pouted while I rolled my eyes.

"I won't know if you don't tell me." He crosses his arms, still smirking. I want to punch that smile off his face.

"I don't want to get in bed with you, yet." I mumbled, hoping he heard me and also hoping that he overheard the 'yet' in my sentence.

"I know that, how about we just snuggle up in bed?" He suggested while holding out his arm for me to take, which I gladly did.

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Back in his penthouse, I took off my makeup and brushed my teeth. Baba came in with his boxers and a loose shirt on.

I looked in the mirror smiling at him which he returned. he placed himself next to me and began to brush his teeth as well.

As I bent over to rinse, he moved behind me and snaked an arm around my waist. I squealed in surprise and also, I was ticklish there.

I spun around in his arms and was met with a toothpaste smeared face. I laughed, reaching up and brushing the almost dried smear off his cheek.

"You're such a child!" I laughed, feeling unusually relaxed.

He grinned at me and bent down past me to rinse his mouth as well. Seeing the opportunity, I began to tickle him at his ribcage which made him yelp and spit out the water.

I ran into the bedroom squealing when he ran after me and made us fall on the bed. As our laughter died down, I found myself staring into his golden eyes again.

I propped myself up on my elbows as he met me in the middle and our lips found each other again. His kisses were needy yet gentle, they made me feel alive and like I was loved and cared for.

His lips moved to the spot right under my ear and I craned my neck back to give him better access. He began moving down my neck, sucking on some spots. I was sure that my neck would be decorated with hickey's tomorrow. But I did not care.

Baba lifted his head again and looked at his painting he drew on my neck. His eyes travelled over my body and he snorted, putting one hand over his mouth to stifle his laughs.

I furrowed my brows, wondering what was so funny. "(Y/N), you don't plan on sleeping in the dress, do you?" He asked.

I glanced down at myself and saw that I was still wearing the flowy, blue dress Baba lent me. I looked back up at him, "Well, no. But... I have no clothes here."

"Use one of my shirts, I'm sure you'd look adorable in it. Also, I always wanted to see a beautiful girl like you in my shirts." He winked.

I sighed and rolled my eyes as he stood up and opened his closet. He looked through it for a moment and then pulled out a white t-shirt. He threw it at me, hitting my head with it. He laughed at my expression that was somewhere between a 'I'm going to kill you'- and a 'I'm so done with you'-look.

I walked in the bathroom and changed into the shirt. It was a little big on me, covering me to my mid-thighs and making me feel comfortable and ready for bed.

When I walked out of the bathroom, Baba was sitting in his bed, looking through his phone. I walked towards him and he glanced up at me, letting his eyes rake over my body while his mouth began to hang open.

I giggled and bit my lower lip as I swirled around, "See something you like?"

Baba laughed at my playful tone and put his phone away, "Always, when I see you, princess."

Rolling my eyes, I yelped when he snatched me off my feet by my waist and crashed face first in his chest. I put my hands on the planes of his chest and propped myself up.

When I tried to give him a stern look, I couldn't swipe the smile of my face and decided to laugh it off.

As our laughter died down, I put my head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. I took a deep breath and enjoyed the way he smelt. Cologne, wine and musk.

One of his hands began to caress my soft hair as the other held me close to him by my waist. Our exposed legs were entangled and I began to shiver.

I opened my eyes, searching for the covers. When i found them, I reached over and pulled them over the both of us.

We shifted until we found a comfortable position for us both. Baba kissed me on my forehead and whispered, "Good night, beautiful."

Letting out a content sigh, I pressed my body tighter to his, "Good night, Baba. Thank you for tonight, i had fun."

My eyelids grew heavier and when sleep was about to pull me into its reverie, I heard Baba whisper, "You're welcome. Thank you for opening up."

I wasn't able to respond as I was already in a deep state of sleep.

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The next morning, I woke up with an irritating noise in my ear. Grumbling as I propped myself up, I saw that I was laying on top of Baba and that he was the one making the irritating noise. He was snoring. Loud.

I sighed, rubbing my sleepy eyes and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. I walked towards the bathroom, careful to not wake him up.

I looked at my reflection, snorting when I saw my bedhead. My hair was flying in all kinds of directions and it looked like I went swimming with a toaster. Which meant that I had a good night's sleep so, I couldn't complain.

But then, I saw the purple marks covering my neck. Shit. I need to put Baba in his place when he wakes up. I opened the cabinet and saw the foundation I used last night. I grabbed it, feeling relieved that I always wore full coverage foundations, and applied it.

After brushing my teeth and hair, I walked into the living room and saw a set of my clothes laying there. I smiled at the nice gesture and made my way to Baba's fridge.

I pondered whether I should make a traditional Japanese or British breakfast.

I decided on the Japanese and started right away. i haven't cooked anything Japanese in years so I was anxious to see if I still got the skill to make it. As a little girl, my mother taught me how to cook and stuff, but that was almost 15 years ago.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice Baba shuffling and moving around. Then, I felt his arms around me and his warm, minty breath near my neck.

"Mhh, princess. I've always wanted to wake up and find a girl make breakfast." He hummed, his voice still heavy with sleep.

"Well, I guess you never found one that can actually cook." I chirped back, biting the inside of my cheek to prevent myself from grinning too bright.

Baba laughed and tightened his grip around me, spreading his hands on my stomach. I enjoyed the vibrations his chest made when he laughed and wanted to feel more of it.

"I remember your favorite breakfast dish being Yakizakana. Is that still the case?" I asked as I put the rice in the rice cooker.

Baba took in a sharp breath of air and I felt his chin settle on top of my head. "How do you still remember that?"

I chuckled, amused by his childish cluelessness, "Of course, you didn't eat anything else for breakfast and you stole mine once. I was mad at you for days."

"Ah yes, I remember." He laughed, entertained by my attitude.

I clicked my tongue and used my hips to push him away. "Okay, Mr. Joker. Either you help me set the table or you get out of the kitchen."

He stumbled back, bracing himself on the nearest kitchen counter. "I'm going to... set the table." He mumbled.

I finished cooking and served the food. We sat down, clasped our hands and began to dig in.

We ate in a comfortable silence, but I saw Baba furrow his brows in deep thought and he breathed in like he was about to say something but decided against it.

I was getting annoyed with it and when he did it for the 100th time, I dropped my chopsticks in my bowl making him look up at me.

"What do you want to ask or say, Baba?" I crossed my arms as I leaned back.

He widened his eyes and began to scratch his back in an embarrassed manner, "Are you going to visit your sister, (Y/N)?"

I dropped my hands in my lap, all of a sudden finding the hem of Baba's shirt interesting. "I-I honestly don't know. Like, I want to, I do. But, I feel like it's not my place to just burst into her life out of nowhere and say," I raised my voice so I was talking a bit higher than my usual voice was, "'Hey! I'm (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and I'm your sister you didn't even know existed!' It's a little odd, don't you think?"

Baba listened to my every word and weighed out what he wanted to say.

"You don't have to do it that way. I have a suggestion. How about, we work a bit more today and tomorrow we'll go and visit her? I'm coming with you and you'll just get to know your little sister." Baba suggested and in all honesty, I thought it was a good idea.

Yes, I want to meet her but at the same time, I didn't want to overrun her with too much at once. But then again, she had limited time left on this earth and I was sure if I didn't meet her, I would feel bad for the rest of my life.

"I hate to admit it but, I suppose you're right." I sighed, knowing that he was going to make a witty remark.

He cleaned the rest of his plate and then crossed his arms while looking at me with a smug smirk, "I know."

I groaned and tilted my head towards the ceiling. Baba began to laugh, standing up and put our dirty dishes in the dishwasher.

I turned towards the couch where he had left my change of clothes and grabbed them, "I'm going to change and then we can head over to the other's, okay?" I did not let him reply before I closed the bathroom door and locked it.

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We were heading towards the lounge when Ota emerged from his room. As soon as he saw us, he smirked like the devil he is and I knew that he was about to tease us to no ends.

"Good morning, Ota!" Baba chirped, waving at him as I rolled my eyes and wondered how he could like somebody like him.

"Good morning, Baba. (Y/N)." Oh no, here goes nothing, "Did you have a messy night?"

I furrowed my brows, wondering what he meant, then I saw him look at my neck. I touched it, wondering if the foundation had already faded.

I glared at him, hoping that this was it. Lucky for me, it seemed like he was going to save the better ones for later. He noticed me glaring at him and looked at me with a tilt of his head, "Why are you glaring at me?"

"I'm hoping you'll spontaneously combust" I grumbled before swinging the door open. I heard Baba wheezing behind me and began grinning myself.

"Morning boys!" I yelled, waking Mamoru up. Eisuke and Soryu looked up from their laptops and the latter nodded with an amused look on his face.

"God, could you stop being so annoyingly loud?" Eisuke said and although his words were a little harsh, I noticed the smile tugging at his lips.

"Why? You could count yourself lucky, I'm not quiet. Because if I was, I would start crying any minute now." I joked while Baba began laughing harder than before and Soryu chuckled to himself, covering his mouth with his hand.

I walked over and squeezed myself between Soryu and Eisuke, "So boys. Back to the matter at hand!"

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Manhunt is amazing. Please keep going

Thank you so much that truly means a lot!I will definetly not stop writing Manhunt. The story just means a lot to me and I don't want it to stop either. I may make another post where I explain everything a little more in depth, because I think I owe y'all an apology and answers.

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Manhunt - Chapter 8

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A/N: New chapter alert, my dear readers!

I know, it was once again a long time you had to wait for this chapter. It took me almost a week to finish this chapter, and I can honestly say, I'm proud of the rollercoaster of emotions that you're going to read in here!

I also wanted to tell you, that my surgery went well and that I'm doing fine. Also, they let me home on Tuesday.

I hope you enjoy this chapter and as always, I'm happy to read your feedbacks!

Tagging: @celebranehelyanwe, @ladystar0710, @annamreed, @humorcomchantilly @thefivebaddestbidders (if you don’t want to be tagged just tell me.)

CHAPTER 8:

I stumble back when the realization hits me that I still have a piece of family living out here, somewhere.

"Well, actually she's your half-sister you two only have the same father but different mothers." Eisuke's gruff voice rips me out of my thoughts, all of a sudden, he's right at my side also looking at the computer screen.

I only click my tongue at his unnecessary correction and lean forward again, "Soryu, can you find out anything more about her?" he gives a simple nod and begins to type away on his laptop.

Suddenly, a lot of information pops up. I rapidly blink my eyes, not expecting to find so much. The one that is on full display looks like it's some kind of personal description, like the ones you can find when you want to know everything about a certain celebrity.

"All right, this is all the information I can find about her. She kind of looks like you when you were in your teens." Soryu whispered the second part, so only I could hear it. I smiled lovingly at the picture.

"She does, doesn't she?" I said dreamily. I guess it was a picture from around 3 years ago, she has puppy-like, grey-green eyes with a dark circle around her pupils, her nose is small just like mine too and she has cute, pouty lips. Her hair looks absolutely beautiful, it's espresso brown, shoulder-length, and looks thick and healthy.

I let my eyes drift downwards to all her personal information like her height, weight and also her address. My eyes widened in surprise when I read her address. St. Luke's International hospital, Tokyo.

I didn't know if I should feel joy or sadness. Joy; she lives in Tokyo. Sadness; she has lived in a hospital for 2 years now, with her mother.

"Soryu could you open her medical record, please?" I whispered to Soryu, who seemed to be just as confused and curious as I was, so he opened it immediately.

As her medical record popped up I looked at the numbers of pages it had. There were 3 pages. 3. Dear god.

Soryu stood up and motioned for me to sit down and take the laptop which I immediately did. I gave him a curt nod and mumbled; "Thanks." I went to reading right away and began to shut down the deep voices from the men that gathered around me.

The first thing I read about was a tonsillectomy, or also known as a tonsil removal, in 2008. Everything went well and she healed nicely, no complaints.

Skipping to 4 years ago, the year 2012. There was a big car crash on a highway in Tokyo. Tamara and her aunt were in the car, they just came back from camping for the weekend. When a drunk-driver was speeding against traffic with 120 mph and hit their car frontal, her aunt was instantly dead but by some miracle my sister survived after they put her in an artificial coma. She also lost the mobility in her legs.

I didn't realize it before something trickled down my hand I had on the keyboard, I was crying. God, why was I acting so stupidly emotional lately? I was always crying over something whether it was Eisuke pissing me off or reading the medical chart of my sister. Maybe I was already developing a strong and deep love towards a person I haven't even met.

I wiped the tears off my cheeks with the back of my hand and continued reading.

2 years ago, she was diagnosed with PTSD. Since the car crash she spaced out more than she normally would and always woke up screaming and sweating from horrible nightmares, constantly reliving the events prior to everything. She also kept avoiding highways and cars that were the same brand as her aunts.

From there on her life seemed to be going even more downhills than before her diagnosis.

Almost exactly 1 year ago, she went to the doctors because she had been experiencing severe nausea, fatigue, pain in her bones and rapid weight loss for unknown reasons. After a bone marrow and blood test the diagnosis was clear.

Stage 4 leukemia.

She is currently undergoing chemotherapy even though the doctors told her that they could only extend her life span for a while.

I cover my mouth and try to stifle a sob, but it escapes anyway as tears once again begin to cascade down my cheeks. I hunch over and put the laptop in front of me on the table and bury my face in my hands, crying to myself.

I feel three hands touching my shoulders and my back, each of them rubbing soothing circles into my skin. I open my eyes a bit and look absentmindedly through my hands when I notice someone moving in front of me, kneeling so he is face to face with me and taking my tear soaked hands in his calloused ones.

Kneeling in front of me was Soryu with a soothing and reassuring smile on his face. "Hey, you're going to see your sister. We're going to visit her and then you can talk about everything you missed out in each others life’s." Apparently, he misunderstood my reaction thinking that I thought I was not going to see her or worrying that she's not going to accept me.

I shook my head and a frown made its way on his face. I mumbled hoarsely; "No, you don't understand. She has stage 4 leukemia and the doctors, they told her they don't know for how much longer she will live. They couldn't even give her a number on how much longer she's going to live."

I felt the four hands that were touching me begin to tighten at the things I just revealed. Soryu looked at me with sad eyes but he was stunned to silence, comforting someone was never his strength. I saw somebody move beside me and get into the same position as Soryu was currently in.

“Princess, I can only imagine what you’re going through right now but you need to be strong for us. For Tamara.” Baba comforted while kneading the flesh on my upper arm.

I looked over at him and could see his eyebrows form a sad, worried frown. “Please, we need you to stay here with us. Don’t shut us out.”

Soryu also began to press my knee with his hand which made me turn my attention towards him. I stared into his eyes for a few moments, his eyes were filled with determination and reassurance, he gave me a light nod and a faint smile.

I wiped my tears off my face and took a deep breath, “Okay let’s get back to it, we have a case to solve.” My voice was still a little weak and shaky, but filled with determination.

Soryu and Baba smiled at me, getting back on their feet and Mamoru said, “Alright y’all heard the kid, back to it!”

Before Sor could turn away from me, I put a hand on his shoulder which made him turn towards me once again with a questioning look on his face. I softly smiled up at him and whispered a soft, “Thank you.”

He smiled back at me and placed his hand on top of mine. I dropped my hand and turned back towards the computer on my lap.

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After what could have been a few minutes or hours, I'm not exactly sure, Eisuke stepped out of his office and called me up to look at something.

As I jogged up the stairs, I could not help but get lost in my thoughts. I kept thinking about Tamara, I would love to go to the hospital she's at to visit her and also, to get to know her better. On the other hand, I didn't want to confuse or scare her away from me if she rejected me or didn't want to have anything to do with me, her life has already been hard enough.

"Pick up the pace!" I heard Eisuke growl from the top of the stairs. I almost fell down the stairs because he startled me so bad. When I reached the top, I shot him a killing look and cursed under my breath.

When we got to his office, Eisuke closed the door and walked to his desk with his laptop on it. He sat down, pulled a second chair next to him and patted it as a sign for me to sit down. I hesitantly obliged and questioned while doing so; "What did you find, Eisuke?"

He had his triumphant smirk on his face and turned to his laptop, typing away. "So, I searched for murders that are similar to your fathers in the past 15 years. And I found a few, 6 to be exact."

As I listened to Eisuke I began to focus my eyes on the laptop screen and scanned over the names of the victims. I absentmindedly began to mumble to myself and Eisuke stopped talking while he shoved the laptop in front of me.

I noticed that the victims were from both genders, which meant that he did not have a strong hate towards one gender. But they were all in the same age group, late 20's to mid-30's.

They were also all killed in Japan and were just as successful as my father was, from being in a grand business to working as a head chef in the biggest restaurants in Japan. My mind couldn't really grasp all the information that was suddenly thrown at me and this stupid nightmare just kept creeping back into my mind. Without thinking, I began to write down the crime scene of Ota I have seen in my dream. The first name that popped up was John Wayne Gacy, the psychotic killer-clown from Chicago. Then I narrowed it down to just the Japan area, no specific name popped up just another unsolved case that was opened 15 years ago. Only now there was a list of 21 people on this list.

I sit back in the chair and let out a tired sigh while rolling my head to get some of the built-up tension out of my shoulders. "If this is all the doing of one person, he would have multiple personality disorder. That means he has about 5 or 6 personalities, damnit!" I begin to mumble to myself but the last part was a little louder than intended which made Eisuke turn towards me.

"What are you mumbling about? Found something?" he asked annoyed while crossing his arms.

"No. I mean, yes. Kind of?" I shrug and shake my head to gather my thoughts, this was all just too much of an emotional rollercoaster. "I had a nightmare about the 5 of you being murdered in 5 completely different ways. So, I looked up one of those scenes and found the exact same time-span, with the exact same descriptions of the killer. I think our murderer might have a multiple personality disorder." I began to explain with a clearer head, by just concentrating on the matter at hand.

I could see that Eisuke's attention was transfixed on the words that were escaping me. When I was finished with talking he scratched his chin while thinking about my words and probably puzzling the pieces together.

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Our little study round was interrupted by Baba bursting through the doors of the giant office. "Princess!" he chirped in a tone that I already found overly suspicious, "Come with me, I have a surprise for you!" he held out his hand and did a gentlemanly bow.

Eisuke and I shared a side look and the both of us shaking our heads while I began to giggle at Eisuke's funny, grumpy face he had. I turned back towards Baba's outstretched hand and took it with little hesitation, I didn't like his tone before but I know that Baba has something up his sleeve I will find enjoyment in.

He led me out of the lounge and charged towards his room. "Baba, what exactly do you have in mind?" I asked, knowing I will only get a half-assed response but hey, asking doesn't cost anything, right?

"Didn't I say that it would be a surprise?" he asked back while coming to a halt in front of his own penthouse room.

"Well, yes you did. But I'm an Interpol agent, you should know I don't like surprises that much, especially when they are coming from a criminal." With a smug smile, I decided to tease Baba back.

He unlocked the door and looked back at me pretending to be hurt by my words. "Now that right there was just cruel! I'm not a criminal, I'm a thief!" I looked at Baba dumbfounded with big eyes and my mouth slightly agape. Then I burst out laughing so hard I had to hold my stomach. When I turned my gaze back towards Baba he had a sincere smile on his lips.

"Alright so what is this big surprise you're playing up right now?" I walked past Baba into the living room and turned back towards him.

"Go take a shower, wash all those tears away. When you're finished go into my bedroom and put on what's lying on the bed. I'll be waiting here." He slumped down on the couch, still wearing that honest smile.

I nod and head towards his bathroom, where a long overdue shower is waiting for me.

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To say that the shower was much needed is probably an understatement, it was most likely one of the most satisfying showers I've ever had in my entire life. With the towel tightly wrapped around my body I walked into the bedroom, that was connected to the bathroom, while drying my hair.

When I reached the bed, I couldn't believe my eyes and thought Baba was messing around with me. There was a beautiful, fluffy cocktail dress lying on the bed. I gasped loudly as I took the royal blue, silky, dress by the hanger and pressing it to my body while looking in the mirror.

I put the dress on and had one of the biggest, most idiotic smiles of eternity on my face. It was a perfect fit and the perfect length, it almost reached my knees. How did Baba even know my dress size?

When I turned back around to see if the zipper was all the way up, and maybe to see if my butt looked good, my gaze fell back towards the bed where I noticed a pair of simple, black high heels. I picked them up and held onto Baba's armoire while putting them on. Like the dress, they were exactly my size, how does he do that?

As I looked at my body in the mirror, stepped closer to it and got a closer look at my face. I had faint dark rings, my lips and my skin looked dehydrated. I wondered if by some miracle, Baba had some makeup. Suddenly I heard some shuffling behind the door and saw Baba opening it.

"Wow." Was the only thing he could muster, while his eyes danced up and down my body. "Princess, you just made me lose my words, and it takes a lot to do that to a man who really likes to talk." I laughed a little at his remark and turned fully towards him.

"Makeup's in the bathroom mirror." He crossed his arms triumphantly. "You really think I would forget one the most important things? I have everything perfectly mapped out." I grinned up at him and made my way into the bathroom, to do my makeup and hair.

After about 30 minutes I walked out and found Baba sitting on the bed with his phone in hand. "I'm ready." I said in a soft voice.

He lifted his head away from the phone screen and his eyes grew wider than before as he took in my finished look. I blushed and placed a piece of hair behind my ear while smiling shyly.

He walked towards me as he extended his arm out towards me and I took it without hesitation. "Alright, my lady. Let's go." And so, began an evening I wouldn't forget in a while.

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Dinner was absolutely fantastic. We went to a little restaurant, a secret favorite gem of Baba's so he told me, that was in a vintage style with huge chandeliers decorating and lighting up the room. The company I had with me wasn't so bad either, it made me feel a little nostalgic only that the both of us matured, some more, some less, and conversation flowed easily with the occasional flirting in-between.

After we were finished with our food and left the restaurant, Baba asked me to come with him for one last adventure before we withdraw to our respective rooms. I gladly accepted since I didn't want this evening to end.

He led me to the rooftop of the Tres Spades. I let out a silent gasp when I discovered that Baba had even more up his sleeve. There was a bottle of champagne, two glasses and a candle placed on a low table with two cushions on the floor.

I walked towards said scene with Baba following after me. When I stood there, I didn't know what exactly to do now. Baba probably noticed my hesitation and gestured me to sit down, which I gladly did.

He poured us some of the bubbly goodness, as we clinked our glasses Baba raised his glass a little and said; "To our reunion, our successful careers and this wonderful evening I got to spend with the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on."

I rolled my eyes at his last remark and took a sip. Immediately, when the liquid hit my tongue, I could tell it was something overly expensive. It still tasted so good, the sweetness and the slight bitterness made it almost prefect.

I set my glass down on the table and moved to stand up to gaze out to the view we had of Tokyo. I closed my eyes and breathed in the chilly, but still pleasant, night air while a gust of wind blew by, which made me shiver slightly. Baba noticed and shrugged off his burgundy blazer and placed it on my shoulders.

I turned my head in his direction and met his gaze; "Thank you." I whispered, "I mean not only for the jacket, but for the whole night. I truly don't know when the last time was that I let this loose and didn't constantly have to worry."

Baba gave a small smile and put his hand in front of his mouth. If I didn't know it better, I could've sworn that I made the womanizing thief blush, but it was hard to see in the dim city lights.

"The pleasure was all mine, princess. I enjoyed myself just as much as you did, if not more. I'm very proud of who you've become, (Y/N)." He looked at me with nothing but honesty and love in his eyes. I smiled up at him and felt my eyes become a little hot.

"Thank you, nobody ever said that to me so it means a lot, especially coming from you." He looked shocked for a second but recovered fast and put his warm hand on my face to gently rub the apple of my cheek.

I felt myself become almost hypnotized by his eyes as I stared deeply into them and he did the same. I gingerly placed my hand on his chest right over his heart that was beating at an incredibly fast rate.

We inched closer and closer to each other, like magnets. Then, we stopped just a few inches apart. I saw his eyes flicker down to my lips and back to my eyes, his eyes were asking for permission which I granted him by putting my other hand in his soft hair and pulling him closer so that our lips touched.

Little did we know that this soft and loving kiss, would turn our whole world upside-down.

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Get To Know Me Tag

I was tagged by the lovely @eve-orelon to do this tag. Thanks a lot! I know that I haven't posted in some time (again) and I'm really sorry about that. I will post more once I'm finished with working in the hospital which is on Friday and then I'm going to have an operation, so I will have a loooot of time on my hands.

Rules: Answer the 20 questions in a new post and tag 20 blogs you would like to get to know better.

Nickname: Penguin or Pingu. It’s a long story, but basically, I sometimes act like a penguin when I’m excited.

Gender: Female

Star sign: Aquarius (31. January)

Height: About 5’5 I think? Idk in Meter I’m 1.69 m.

Time right now: 10:11pm.

Last thing I googled: PCO Syndrome. It’s something I was diagnosed with about 3 years ago, and currently I’m experiencing some bad hormonal side effects.

Favorite Bands: Imagine Dragons, Eagles, The Temptations, Supertramp. My music taste is all over the place.

Favorite Solo artists: Johnny Cash, Aretha Franklin, Rag’n’bone man, Dorothy, Brandy and a few more but these are the most important ones.

Song stuck in your head: Shakes – Emeli Sandé

Last movie I watched: Finding Dory

Last TV show I watched: Criminal Minds

When did you create your blog? About a year ago, I think? At first I just liked some posts and then got back into writing in September.

What kind of stuff do you post? At the moment, just Fanfics. Maybe more in the future, who knows?

When did your blog reach it’s peak? I don’t think my blog has reached any peaks.

Do you have any other blogs? No, I can’t even stay active on this one.

Do you get asks regularly? No, I’ve unfortunately never received one although I would love to receive some!

Why did you choose your URL? I went on a name creator, typed in my name and kind of created one with the suggestions I saw on there.

Following: 86

Posts: Ten without this one.

Hogwarts house: Hufflepuff

Pokemon team: Valor

Favorite colors: Any shade of dark red and black.

Average hours of sleep: It varies, during the week 5- 7h. On the weekends 9-12h.

Lucky numbers: 3 and 13.

Favorite characters: The Walking Dead; Michonne, Shane Walsh and Negan (I know I’m a bad person.) Criminal Minds; Derek Morgan. Assassins's Creed; Ezio Auditore and Haytahm Kenway. The Legend of Zelda; Midna. Heath Ledger’s Joker. Avatar; Zuko and Appa. Free!: Makoto and Sosuke. Voltage inc.; Hiroki Eniwa, Shusei Hayakawa and Ichthys. I think that’s most of them.

What are you wearing right now? A grey top with olive sweatpants.

How many blankets do you sleep with? 3. Yes even in the summer.

Dream job: Nurse or anything in the medical/psychological field.

Dream trip: Italy mostly Florence or Venice and go see the northern lights.

These were all questions! I'm going to tag some people that either follow me, I follow them or both! If you don't want to do it, that's totally fine!

@haile-lizzie, @scorpioslover, @boldlywingeddragon, @celebranehelyanwe, @ladystar0710, @crazy-girl2196, @livy1195, @icedragonsprincess, @annamreed, @sabrinakishi, @sunflowerblackrabbit, @thefivebaddestbidders @ragetasticfanfiction, @rui-and-ry-blog, @reitakayanagi, @fri3dsushi, @the-fandoms-goddess, @liebengirl, @wakisa2402, @tauxolouves

#personal #get to know me #get to know the blogger

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Manhunt - Chapter 7

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Word count: 2′877

A/N: Welp, that was a long unexpected writing pause I had. But just to let y'all know, Manhunt is not over! I guess I really fucked with some of your emotions which I'm not surprised when I look at that awful cliffhanger and at the responses I got.

Anyways! I hope you all like the new chapter and as always critic and feedback is well appreciated!

Tagging: @humorcomchantilly, @celebranehelyanwe, @ladystar0710, @annamreed, @thefivebaddestbidders (if you don’t want to get tagged anymore just tell me ^^)

Enjoy!

Chapter 7 :

"Jesus Christ, (Y/N)! Wake up and put that fucking gun down, right now!"

I snap my eyes open and everything seems to be in slow motion. I immediately notice that I'm not lying on the comfortable couch in Baba's arms anymore. I'm standing in front of a king-sized bed with satin sheets, fluffy pillows and a really pissed off and angry Eisuke sitting in the middle of it. I was about to snap back at Eisuke when I realized that I'm pointing a weapon directly at him.

In an instant, I have put the gun down so it's dangling in my left hand and clicked the safety in. My right hand flies up to my face to rub the sleep out of my eyes and also clear my vision a little.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, sneaking into my room at 5.30 in the fucking morning and pointing that thing at me? God, I know we had a nasty fight yesterday, which by the way I still think you owe me an apology for almost dislocating my shoulder, but you don't have to murder me in not only mine but also your sleep!"

Eisuke begins to shout at me in his half naked state and a head that was as red as a tomato. Of course, with me being my-stubborn-self and Eisuke being Eisuke which is short for 'as-stubborn-as-a-donkey', I couldn't just say sorry for waking him up or almost dislocating his shoulder, so I decided to shout right back.

"What? Me apologizing to you because you were an asshole to me yesterday and I decided to put you in your place for once? Oh, you better be joking!" I began to wave my hands around in pure anger.

"Somethings just should have stayed like in my dream." I mumbled. Truth be told, I'm relieved that all this insanity was just another of my bad dreams. I've never had dreams this intense before with six people, including myself, being murdered and especially seeing everything in such detail. When I first saw the crime scene pictures from my father, I've had nightmares about me actually being present and seeing him getting killed but I could never save him.

"What should have stayed like your dream?" Eisuke asked his voice sounding a little worried, even though he tried to keep it neutral.

"Nothing." I answered a little too loud and quickly and began to crack my left index finger. Eisuke only smirked at me when his eyes focused on my gesture.

"It's just, everything is so fucking tiring and complicated. And then you just had to mock me and I guess I just snapped. I know it was a little immature to react that way but shit, you deserved it. I'm sure as hell not begging for forgiveness." I stated and Eisuke's eyes began to soften up a bit at my honesty.

"I know, you've always been really stubborn," I huffed at the irony of his words. "but so am I and I guess, I just really hit you in the wrong spot, at the wrong time. But don't expect me to apologize either, not even when you're pointing that gun at me."

I began to giggle a little and nodded in understanding. I looked up at Eisuke and questioned in a deep voice, "So we good?"

Eisuke began to chuckle while he got out of his bed and walked towards his closet. "Peachy!" he chanted back which made me laugh. I turned to walk back down to the lounge and let Eisuke get dressed when his voice stopped me from doing so.

"(Y/N)?"

"Hmm?" I hummed in response.

"Whose gun is that? It's not yours, is it?" he curiously asked.

I looked at the gun which was still in my left hand and began to really observe it for any clues, to find out who the owner of this gun was. "It isn't mine, mine's in my room. So honestly, I have no idea, most likely Baba's." I answered absentmindedly and continued to walk out.

As I descended the stairs I was met with the smiling faces of Baba and Ota and a grumpy looking Soryu. "Princess, there you are!" Baba exclaimed happily and began walking towards me. "Why were you in Boss' suite at 6 in the morning? Don't tell me you…?" he drifted off and I quickly shook my head and met him halfway in an embrace.

"Of course not, you big idiot. I was just sleepwalking and somehow ended up with a half naked Eisuke at the other end of a gun that doesn't even belong to me." I murmured lowly in his chest and Baba began to laugh as we separated from our embrace and he began to look at the gun in my hand.

His eyes began to widen and he repeatedly looked back and forth between the gun and me. "How did you know the code to my safe?" he asked shocked. In that moment Soryu and Ota focused their attention on me and Ota blurted out; "She opened your safe in her sleep? What are you some CIA-Agent-meets-Houdini-Lady?"

I looked at all of their faces, dumbfounded. We just looked at each other for what felt like hours until I heard a set of expensive shoes meet the shiny floor. Eisuke walked into the lounge like the king he is, long and heavy steps.

He sat down in one of the armchairs, leaned back and put crossed his ankle over his knee. He had a serious face plastered on and looked around and nodded at the guys. "So, (Y/N) I decided that we will help you find your father's killer under one circumstance." I sighed in relief. "But." He put his index finger in the air and leaned forward.

I looked at him as a sign that he had my full attention and that he should continue. When he saw that I was paying all my focus on him he began to smirk and let his hand fall in a relaxing motion.

"You're with the law, right?" I nodded slowly. "So, when we are working on this case you most likely will find out somethings about us that you will not like or approve. Hell, you already found out somethings, like Baba being the famous thief Lupin and so on."

"Okay Eisuke, what are you getting at?" I pressed, my patience already wearing thin.

"Patience still isn't your forte, I see?" Eisuke chuckled. In response, I let out a huff and crossed my arms under my chest while I pouted. "Get on with it." I mumbled.

Eisuke looked like he was in some kind of trance until he recovered back to his usual snobby self and continued, "So like I said, you're going to find out things about us that are not necessarily, how should I put it? After your morals or your rules, now I'm not saying you will find anything but if you do you are not allowed to arrest us, got it? When you're with us you're simply (Y/N) our friend not Detective (Y/N) (Y/L/N)."

I smirked a little to myself and thought "If only you knew that I am more than just a detective." But instead I mocked his voice "And if you follow my rules I'm going to have, quite literally, the time of my life"

"Speaking of having the time of anyone's life, is Mamoru still asleep?" Ota noted while the others had different reactions. Baba began to cackle like a hyena when he looked at Sor's pissed off face and Eisuke only shook his head.

I only smiled and began walking towards the exit of the lounge and observed, "So this is a normal morning in the penthouse."

"Hey Koro, where are you going?" Ota wondered.

I halted and looked over my shoulder "Going to wake up the sleeping beauty, what else?"

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, princess." Baba warned but I already turned back and continued my walk towards Mamoru's room. I halted stiffly as I realized something.

I fully turned around and announced "Guys, can one of you be so kind and tell me where Mamoru's suite is?" They al stopped laughing and all turned towards me with big eyes then looked at each other and burst into full blown laughter, even Soryu was laughing.

After a while the laughter died down and Baba was literally dying on the floor while clapping his hands and just blowing out air instead of laughing.

I looked down and remarked, "Baba stop it you look like a seal." That only made him laugh harder.

"Mamoru's suite is the third on the left when you exit the lounge" Soryu gave me the directions and I waved my hands in the air and exclaimed "Finally, thank you Sor!" I turned around once again and began to confidently stroll towards the exit, once again. "If I'm not back by the next hour you may need to call the ambulance or the police because I'm most likely dead."

Just as I was closing the door I heard someone mumble, "Or screwing each other's brains out." I simply the comment and headed towards my next destination, Mamoru's apartment.

When I arrived at Mamoru's door I took a deep breath and softly knocked on it. I listened closely for any noise indicating that I had just woken up the dragon. But there was no sign.

I slowly turned the doorknob found it unlocked. I shook my head at his imprudence and opened the door to find the exact same interior as Baba's with a few differences in tidiness and smell.

The smell was exactly what I expected Mamoru to smell like. Cigarettes and a note of alcohol mixed with musky aftershave. The tidiness was also what I expected. Needless to say, it was a mess of cigarette stubbles and clothes.

I crept trough the entrance directly into the living room and saw Mamoru's sleeping figure passed out on the couch. His head was resting on the armrest, he was sleeping on his back and sometimes little or bigger snores escaped through his mouth.

I chuckled to myself and tiptoed over to the couch and looked at his face. Up close he was even more handsome than from afar. His unshaved, charcoal beard and messy hair makes him look really handsome, if I do say so myself.

I pulled myself out of my daze and shook my head quickly from side to side. 'God, you sound like a 14-year old with her first real crush.'

I've decided that it's time to wake up the sleeping beauty. So, I carefully climbed on top of him so I was straddling him and looked down. My subconscious rubbed its hands together and waited as impatiently as a lion preying on a gazelle.

I breathe in real deep and let my hands hover over his rising and falling chest I almost pity him for the way he's going to be woken up. Almost. I lift my arms a little higher so the impact will be bigger and begin to hit him on the chest while shouting, "Wake up, you lazy ass!"

Mamoru gasps and instantly snaps his eyes open while trying to stand up, which of course doesn't work out since I'm not the weight of a cat that could be easily thrown off. So instead, we both plummet to the floor with him on top of me, oh how cliché.

Mamoru gets on his hands so he's just inches away from me and questions me annoyed, "What the fuck do ya think you're doin', kid?" In response, I only begin to laugh in his face while I tried to express how incredibly ridiculous his face looked just now. I begin to hold my stomach and turn slightly to my side until I do nothing more than just letting out a few more giggles between panting.

"Okay, I guess my face looked really fuckin' funny." Mamoru chuckled and I only nodded in response while rubbing my eyes.

I turn on my back once again and wonder, "Are you awake now?" Mamoru looks at me with half-lidded eyes and a lazy smile grazing his lips. "Yep, ya got me good."

I beam up at him and begin to fiddle with my hands on top of my chest because of the tensing silence that slowly grew between us. We stared deep into the other's eyes and our breathing began to fasten almost into pants.

After what feels like an eternity we both seem to snap out of it. I clear my throat while he begins to stand up and offers me his hand to help me get up as well.

"So, what brings you here other than disturbing my beauty sleep?" he questions while he pulls me up.

"Well, King Eisuke decided to help me with my case, of course not without setting any rules, and I wanted to get started today. I also thought that you could help me the best since you're in the law yourself even though I can see that you're not so passionate about your job as I am. But I still thought that you would be a great help since I don't know how everything works in Japan." I began to ramble almost without catching my breath between the sentences.

Mamoru looks at me startled and then pointed out, "So, ya trust me with that whole information ya collected over the past what? Ten years or so without any kind of hesitation? Damn, kid I'm flattered." He scratches his neck and grins like a little child.

I huff in response and mumble more to myself than to him, "Don't flatter yourself. A friend of Baba's is also kind of a friend of mine." Then a bit louder I announce that we should probably head back to the other's before they could tease us more than they are already going to. Mamoru's response was a simple nod.

When we arrive back at the lobby I was taken aback to see that all of them seemed to be studying my case files and Soryu was even typing away on his laptop. They all seemed so concentrated on the task that they didn't notice me and Mamoru entering the lounge so I cleared my throat to get their attention.

They all snapped their heads towards us and nodded while Ota of course couldn't let the remark about us taking our 'sweet time' be. I ignored the comment altogether and began to walk towards one of the armchairs when Mamoru who was already scanning over the papers asked me, "(Y/N), why do ya have such detailed explanations and shit? I mean a normal police officer don' get that detailed shit."

Their eyes were now all on me again and I began to uncomfortably squirm under their intense gazes. 'Okay now or never' I thought to myself and my subconscious was sitting down and cheering me on like it was on a football game.

"I guess now's the best time to tell you guys." I began and they all nodded indicating for me to continue, "you're right I'm not some normal detective or officer. I am an Agent, an Interpol Agent to be specific." I watched as their eyes grew bigger and everything began to make a little more sense for them

"I've worked for them for 3 years now and I'm currently one of the best agents they have. I began studying criminal profiling while I was still in college and even took some classes were a profiler from the BAU taught us some things. When they saw how good my progress was they immediately requested me to work for them but I declined. Mainly because that wasn't the road I was looking for, so when Interpol came around I immediately took that chance and worked in Switzerland with their law enforcement while collecting some evidence from my father's murder." I explained further and it seemed like it clicked in all their heads and everything made sense for them.

"Now it makes sense why you knew so much about us yesterday, you simply profiled us and put the pieces together." Soryu pointed out.

In response, I smiled sheepishly and shrugged in a 'what can you do' kind of way.

We all went back to our tasks and after about half an hour Soryu snaps his head up from his laptop and asks me to come look at what he's found. I go to stand behind him so I can look over his shoulder at the laptop screen.

"I looked a little bit further into the person that your father was and kind of connections he had and I found this." A little task pops open and the only thing I can read is "Birth Certificate".

I grip the back of Soryu's chair and begin to lean over his shoulder so I can read better all the while saying, "Sor, that's probably my birth certificate there's nothing special… wait that's not mine." I begin to read the whole thing and my grip begins to tighten.

"Tamara (Y/L/N)" I mumble to myself. "Born on April 22nd 2000. Wait, what?! I have a sister?!"

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Manhunt - Chapter 6

~MASTERLIST~

Word count: 5′145

A/N: First of all, Merry belated Christmas to everyone that celebrated it! I hope you had a lovely holiday with your family and friends!

Secondly, I'm sorry that this Chapter escalated so drastically, last chapter you could say was like the calm before the storm, or rather the hurricane. With 5143 words the chapter is also a lot longer than the other's.

Still I hope you enjoy the chapter and as always feedback is always welcome!

Tagging: @humorcomchantilly, @annamreed, @celebranehelyanwe

WARNINGS: detailed crime scenes and murders, blood and other bodily and non-bodily fluids, swearing, weapons, pain, sexual actions

CHAPTER SIX:

"NO!"

I screamed and pushed myself into a sitting position on the couch as my scream still bounced off the walls.

A nightmare. It was just a nightmare, (Y/N). That's what I keep repeating to myself as if it would make it any better. In fact, it didn't make it better at all, it just helped get trough some of the stress that came with the nightmares.

It was dark. Everything was dark. I blinked a few times and pushed the heels of my palms in my cheeks to relax my sore muscles a bit. I took a deep breath and slowly opened my eyes.

It wasn't as dark as before, I could make out the outlines from Baba's furniture in his all-too-big penthouse. He always knew how to go overboard with everything.

Speaking, or rather thinking, of the man, where was he? I looked around as I pushed myself off the soft cushions of the couch and began to inspect my surroundings for a lamp or a light switch.

I smirked a little to myself as I found an expensive looking nightstand lamp. I walked over to it and pulled on the cord that was hanging out from beneath it. A very bright yellowish light suddenly illuminated the room.

I groaned a bit at the sudden brightness and squeezed my eyes shut and after a moment I opened them. I once again looked around and searched for a clock or any device that could tell me what time it was. As I looked for a clock I saw a piece of paper lying on the coffee table. Written on it in black ink was my name.

I took the paper between my fingers and naturally began analyzing his handwriting. I shook my head and pulled myself out of my "profiler-mode" as I liked to call it. I unfolded the piece of paper and began reading what was written on it

(Y/N), I'm in the penthouse with the others. Come over when you wake up.

-Baba

I stared at the paper for some time, naturally expecting a few words more from the talkative man that the thief was. I looked up from the paper and shoved it in my pocket. Right across from me was something I was looking for little earlier. A clock. 1.18 am, I slept trough the whole evening, just great.

I turned towards the door and dashed out of it. When I came into the hallways I was a little shook. The walls weren't a beige color anymore it somehow looked faded, like a greyish brown.

"Maybe my eyes still haven't adjusted to the light." I mumbled to myself, not really convincing myself with my tone. I just ignored it and walked straight in direction of the doors that led to the impressive lounge.

Before I reached the doors, I passed a mirror and caught a glimpse of myself. My disheveled, red-eyed, messy, and broken self. I have never allowed myself to look this bad, never. But the funny thing was that I couldn't bring myself to give a single fuck about that. It felt like I was still half-asleep, which, to be honest, I probably still was.

I fluffed my hair up a bit and gave myself an approving nod, just to give myself a little more confidence. I turned to the door and once again began dragging myself towards my destination.

When I reached the big door, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes to collect myself and put up my walls again. I opened my eyes and pushed the door open, marched in and- oh dear lord above, the sight and most of all the smell I was met with wasn't one I imagined even in my wildest dreams.

The smell was the one thing that threw me off first. It smelled like a mixture of chlorine, metal, almost like blood but a little more muted, and straight out urine. I just wanted to throw up. Never in my six years of solving crimes and going to the most inhuman crime scenes, did I smell something so utterly repugnant and loathsome like this.

I had absolutely no clue what could possibly outdo the minty billion-dollar smell of Eisuke Ichinomiya or for that matter that it was even possible. Well, apparently, it was.

And as for the sight I was greeted with, there was nothing there. The whole penthouse was as pitch-black as the inside of a cow's ass. I decided that the whole situation was a little too precarious for my liking and I went into 'cop-mode'.

I cautiously put my hand where my weapon is - would normally be - I corrected myself in my thoughts. Shit! Now of all times I don't have a weapon? You've got to be kidding me! But if I remember correctly, there was a thin flower vase in the right outside the door in the hallway.

Instead of turning around I slinked backwards out the door and to my left where I remember the vase to be. I pulled the flowers out and dropped them to the floor along with the water that was inside. I crept my way back inside the lounge and walked a little further inside than before.

Suddenly I heard a little clicking noise and the lights turned on. I blinked a few times to adjust my eyes to the, again, blinding lights. When my eyes adjusted to the lights after a few seconds, I knew where the nasty smell came from and wished that I would've just stayed in bed and never came back in the first place.

There before me on the couch lied Mamoru, or rather his corpse, with a stain of crimson red liquid around the area where his heart is. His whole body was limp but he still had a cigarette dangling from his mouth. I dropped the flower vase I was holding and it shattered into a million pieces and cupped my mouth in pure shock. I stepped closer to the, what he only could be, dead police officer and took in his whole appearance from head to toe.

One thing that was conspicuous was the white, almost invisible if you don't pay close attention, spot on his arm. If I didn't know it better I would've almost said that it was sperm, I'm not too sure but my experience and gut told me so. That would explain the faint chlorine smell, it isn't the most common thing for sperm to smell like that but it's a possibility.

What sick fuck would masturbate on his victims after he killed them? The unknown subject probably wanted to show his dominance or he just simply got himself off a dead body. Somehow the way he was killed and the whole post-mortem stuff reminded me of an infamous individual but I can't exactly say whether it's accurate enough.

My next focus was the wound on his heart. Which was a straight shot in the heart, tells me that he was dead in an instant. So, he didn't have to suffer that's always a good sign. But still why would somebody want to kill Mamoru? And then do such a disgusting and disrespectful thing as masturbate on him post-mortem.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw another body lying there. I instantly recognized that fawn and bronze hair, the navy shirt with white and red stripes. In the chair, next to the couch where Mamoru's body lied was Ota's beat up corpse.

I stared at the young man in complete disbelief and slowly walked towards him, totally forgetting that maybe somebody could catch me off-guard and attack me. Like with Mamoru, I took in Ota's whole appearance.

Ota looked the opposite of Mamoru. He looked beaten up, almost tortured, and he was tied to the chair with a piece of fabric. On every inch of exposed skin were blue, purple, and green marks he also had some small cuts on his lips. I identified the smell that emanated from him in combination with his wet looking clothes as the urine smell that hung heavy in the air. I pulled my shirt up to my mouth so that I could escape the sickening smell for a while.

The marks around his neck were the ones that stung out the most against his now greyish pale skin. They were a deep purple in the middle that flowed into a bloody red on the outside. These weren't just torture marks, these were strangling marks. Poor Ota was tortured, strangled, and urinated on. Strange, this also reminds me of an infamous character.

So far, I found Ota and Mamoru, but where are the others? Maybe Eisuke is in his suite. With my mind made up I turned towards the stairs that don't look as shiny as before and climb them up.

When I reached, the top I was met with an even more inhuman sight than before. I covered my mouth and let out a huge gasp in just pure, utter shock as tears began to prickle my eyes.

Yet another familiar crime scene.

Eisuke's suite was wide open the doors weren't even there anymore they were just busted open with pure force that the hinges came out of their place in the doorframe.

Against said doorframe leaned a tall, broad body in a grey suit and if I wouldn't have recognized that suit from the other side of the horizon, I could not have identified the person lying at my feet.

Soryu, the one person I always thought wouldn't let himself become a victim of murder, laid right before me without any movement or a cold stare plastered on his face. The sight of him made my stomach turn and my heart shatter into billions of pieces.

The walls beside him were all stained and splattered with blood. His head was smashed at the top. Next to Sor's body was a bloody hammer with black strands of hair on it, the murder weapon. And a bottle of vodka, now I'm definitely sure that I've already read and heard about a crime scene similar to this one.

I was so concentrated on observing every little detail about this crime scene that I didn't even notice that the tears were now flowing freely and I had the sudden need to throw up right here and now.

When I felt the acidulous taste in my mouth, I quickly looked around and found yet another vase, seems like they are my saviors today. I ran towards it and emptied my stomachs contents in it. When I was finished, I swiped the back of my hand against my mouth and rubbed it off on my jeans.

As I turned back to Soryu's unmoving body, an idea flew trough my mind. I walked over to him and got on my knees beside him. I looked at him, or rather his wound and got a nose full of the smell that was escaping said wound. Grimacing, I pulled back slightly and suppressed the sudden urge to throw up again.

Reaching into his suit jacket, I fumbled around a bit and pulled his gun out. I checked to see if there was enough ammo and took a moment to look at the beauty that Soryu always wore on his heart. He owned a Glock 17, a common weapon to just carry around for safety purposes but also powerful if used correctly. When I was in Switzerland we sometimes worked with the special unit, and they always used Glock 17's as their secondary weapons so I know quite well how to handle one.

Focusing back to Soryu, I put my hand on his limp and cold hand and looked at him or rather what was left of him. "Ruh in Frieden, my dear childhood friend. I'll miss you so much and I'm sorry that I didn't tell you the whole truth about me. You deserved better." Oh, how much more he deserved, even though he technically was one of those people I would've put in jail if I was still in training and not hunting down murderers and terrorists.

I got to my feet and crept past the mobster into Eisuke's suite. As I looked around the spacious living area, I wasn't really shocked to find out that his suite was probably as big as the other's suites combined. Of course, always a little extra Mr.Ichinomiya.

But what really stood out to me was that there were still no signs of Baba and Eisuke. I slowly but surely walked towards the couch in hopes that there was no one hiding behind it or worse, being dead behind it.

I put the gun up in front of me with shaky hands and always kept it pointed towards the couch. I cautiously crept behind it and was relieved when I found nothing behind it. I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding and pulled my non-dominant hand away from the gun and let it dangle at my side.

When I looked around the room I noticed two chocolate brown doors and one bigger one that was a few shades lighter than the other two. I guessed the big one must be the one to Eisuke's bedroom, definitely a place I don’t necessarily want to see.

So, I decided to go for one of the smaller ones. I raised the gun slightly and walked towards one of the doors, and saw that it was slightly ajar. Well, fuck.

Carefully I pushed open the door and immediately raised the gun. I was met with the view of, what I assumed is, Eisuke's office. It almost looked like the office in the white house, of course.

There was a large wooden desk with a lot of paperwork, a few pencils and a half empty whiskey glass sitting on top. On either side were also two chairs, one of them was a normal looking chair with red cushions and wooden armrests. The other chair, which was the same russet color as the desk and looked like a boss chair, was turned away from me so it looked out the window wall.

This room smelled more like blood than I thought possible. Worst of all it still smelled quite fresh, at most 2 hours old. When I looked towards the window wall I saw where the blood smell came from. The whole wall was full with bigger and smaller dots of blood.

I prayed to whoever was up there watching me that I wouldn't wind up finding what I'm expecting to find. I took a deep, very deep breath and relaxed my tensed shoulders for a while. I rolled them a few times and walked towards the boss chair with slow and careful steps.

When I reached said chair I brought my hand to the top of the backrest and tried to turn it towards me. Which turned out to be a little harder than I expected it to be and let my anxiety grow bigger and bigger by the second.

I immediately jerked back and let out a muted cry when a headless body was revealed to me. I slapped my hands over my mouth and crouched down in front of the body with tears slowly falling down my cheeks.

In front of me was a headless Eisuke that I wouldn't have recognized if it wasn't for his signature lavender dress shirt, his smell that was logically stronger because I was closer to him and the fact that I was in his office.

I decided that I couldn't be weak and let my guard down right now, not when I was on a crime scene and don't know if the murderer is still present here somewhere. I wiped the tears away with the back of my hand and got to my feet again. I turned my back to Eisuke's lifeless body and searched the room for any clue where his head could be.

I walked towards a high dresser, that was the same color as the boss chair and desk, it had a beautifully, expensive looking crested whiskey glass bottle on top with quarter of the amber liquid in it. I was really tempted to just down the whole bottle and forget all the horrible things that I saw today but I decided against it.

Next to the bottle was a picture frame with a picture in it. I stepped closer to the dresser and reached for the picture. There where two pictures in it, one of them I recognized very well the other one was one that I don't even remember taking. My eyes widened in utter disbelief, that Eisuke would keep these within eye sight of him.

The first picture, which was the one I did not recognize, was one with Soryu, Eisuke and myself in it. We where standing together and had big, joyful smiles on our faces. I was standing between Eisuke and Soryu and held them close to me. My smile was directed towards the camera. For the first time, I noticed that Eisuke and Soryu were not smiling at the camera, they were looking at me with loving smiles on their faces. But I couldn't say if it was the 'brotherly-loving-smile' or the 'romantically-interested' kind-of smile.

The second picture was a drawing that I recognized all-too well, because I was the one that drew it. I let out a little chuckle despite the situation I was currently in, I remembered the phase when I thought I was going to become a modern-day Leonardo da Vinci or Vincent van Gogh. I drew all day long and always gave them to Eisuke or Soryu as presents. At first my drawings were like any other child's, bright, vibrant colors, big, smiling faces to name a few.

But towards the end my drawings went south, like this one I was holding in my hands. In this drawing are three people two bigger ones and one small in the middle. Two female and one male. The big figures showed my mother and father, my mother a had scowl on her face and generally looked angry with her hair flying around in all places. My father looked dead, his eyes were crossed and his mouth was in a zig zag pattern and he had no hair, that was my interpretation of a dead person. But at that point I didn't even know he was dead I just thought he was gone, where's the difference?

My gaze fell upon stick figure (Y/N). I was barely there, I drew myself with the finest of fine strokes and due to the age of the paper I faded more, I didn't bother to figure out my facial expressions and analyze the emotions I felt back then when I still am fully aware of them.

I placed the picture frame back on the dresser and looked around the room for any more places to find Eisuke's stubborn head. When I thought, there aren't any more places for his head to be, my sight fell upon the trashcan next to his desk.

"Dear lord, please don't let it be" was something I repeated in my head for the umpteenth time today. I made my way towards the trashcan that already had a few red stains of blood on it, but on the other hand what object in this room didn't have at least one spot of blood on it when Eisuke probably got his throat slit open with full force.

As I reached the bin I decided that I would just do the 'eyes shut and go for it' tactic, one which I haven't used in a long time. So, I just looked down and saw more or less exactly what I was expecting. Eisuke's head and a part of his neck. When I involuntarily took a closer look at the head I noticed that he had the same white almost invisible stain that Mamoru had by the corner of his mouth.

I couldn't bare the sight anymore and quickly turned around and silently apologized to Eisuke that he had to end up this way and partly because I couldn't look at him any longer.

Who does such inhuman things? Who could possibly hate them so much that he had to kill them with such force and without any hint of mercy?

When I arrived back in the living room I quickly shut the door to the office behind me and bolted right for the other smaller door with much-too-high hopes to find at least someone alive.

I took the gun out of it's holster in my pants and quickly opened the door, not even caring anymore if someone could attack me. The first thing I noticed was, that I was attacked by a strong, almost like a punch in the face, smell of acid or something like that. But revealed to me was a bright bathroom with a big shower in it that had see trough walls and a few very soft looking towels hanging on top. Next to it was a shiny, cream colored bathtub filled with something, I'm not even trying to assume that it's water because it sure as hell isn't.

I looked around the room and noticed that there were no dangers in sight, so I walked over to the bathtub and noticed that on the rim of it sat a hat, not just any kind of hat no, it was a fedora that looked an awful lot like Baba's.

As I looked inside the bathtub, I looked at a crime scene that was worse and more inhuman than anything I have ever witnessed in my life. Worse than hearing about all these attacks and solving them. Worse than someone slitting someone else's throat open, then beheading them and using that head for their own sexual gratification.

In the bathtub was Baba, naked and with several stab wounds in the stomach, leg, and chest area. The liquid that was in said bathtub was slightly pink, turning red, and it also made that noise which sparkling water would make only a bit louder.

I looked down onto Baba's lifeless body and once again felt nausea hit me. But in this moment, I docked on my breaking point so I didn't even give a shit. Honestly, I didn't give a shit about anything anymore. I didn't want to fight anymore and I also didn't want to find my father's and friend's murderer anymore.

I let my head fall and walked out the bathroom door, not even caring to give Baba a single glance anymore. When I reached the outside of the bathroom I heard a loud bang followed by the big door slamming open and a very tall man stepping into the living area.

The man was at least 6'7" tall and was built rather slender. I couldn't make out his face because he was wearing a joker mask but I saw his eyes a little and from what I saw they were malignant and cold as ice, but when he spotted me they turned into something mischievous and predatory. Like a lion seeing a zebra for the first time in weeks.

As for his clothing, it was all too big for him. Meaning that he wanted to look broader and more muscular than he was. He was wearing a dark grey hoodie which was smeared with blood and black pants, and oh what a surprise they were also splattered with blood.

He walked a few steps towards me and spoke. "Look what we have here the queen herself." His voice was muffled by the mask but he had a deep and husky voice, one that quite honestly didn't fit his appearance at all and he also had this accent that I found absolutely hilarious, Brooklyn area. "Didn't expect to find you so easily, Miss (Y/L/N)." he commented and continued his predator walk towards me.

"I didn't know that we were filming a new movie for the batman series, otherwise I would've packed out my Harley Quinn costume, Heath Ledger." I taunted him and put a tired but still shit-eating grin on my face. If I analyzed him or rather his crime scenes right, I should be able to push his buttons just the right way.

He halted about 6 feet away from me and I saw that his jaw was set a little bit tighter than before. Even through his mask I could read his expressions rather well. I crossed my arms in front of my chest and looked him dead in the eyes.

"I knew that you would have the same smartass mouth as your father and that cop. Mamoru, was it? Oh, how I would love to shut you up just as quickly as I did them." He pulled out his gun from his pants and twirled it in his hands a little bit, trying to intimidate me. If he only knew that this didn't frighten me the slightest.

"Heath, if you want to scare me with that .44 bulldog I would advise you to take out the safety." I kept on teasing him and pushing his buttons. His jaw unhinged a little and I saw that something in his eyes changed from the predator to a calm and collected individual.

"Woman, you better watch your mouth or so god help me, I will behead you and use your head for the same thing as your friend's head. And then I will throw you on the streets so everybody will see what I did to you." His voice also changed into a dangerous and threatening tone but he didn't sound as angry as the words he actually spoke, he sounded calm and there was also something intelligent behind the words. His accent also changed to one from California, huh weird why does he even change his accent?

"Oh, I wouldn't want you to do that, sir" I put stronger pronunciation on the word 'sir' and watched his eyes and body language grow tense and aggressive. To be honest, this whole freak show was quite entertaining to watch. But I knew I had to be careful now, because something was definitely not right with him and his fast change of behavior, language and expressions.

"Believe me, I wouldn't actually go after you. You're not really my type." And another accent and tone of voice. This time it was Chicago and his voice sounded shyer and a little uncertain. And his body language also changed a lot, he was fidgeting around with his fingers and slightly shifted from one foot to the other.

That much change in one's behavior could only mean a few little things. One of these things would have to be multiple personality disorder, it's something that I haven't seen a lot in my days but even the few I have experienced were not quite as drastic as this one.

And I think that every single one of his personalities is like an infamous serial killer, maybe they even have the same names. That would also explain why all of the crime scenes looked familiar to me.

"Then, what is your type?" I questioned him like I would someone sitting in an interrogation room with me. He quickly averted his gaze from mine and wildly searched for something to focus his vision on.

"I don't have to answer that." He blurted out which made me chuckle a little and put my hands up in mocking surrender. I looked at him again and saw that he changed again. Dear god, how many more does he want to bring out?

"No, you certainly don't." I cautiously said and eyed him sideways. "Well, aren't you a young pretty lady, my dear." Oh no, not a British accent too! Okay, so that means that he has personalities from all around the world. Let's hope he doesn’t speak any other languages than I do.

"And who are you if I may ask?" I asked him innocently. And just like he appeared he was gone again, great just fucking great.

"I'm your worst nightmare, sweetheart. I'll be more famous than you'll even realize." And with these words he lunged himself at me. I had zero to no time to react and so he got me to the floor easily and pinned me down. He hit me with the bottom of his gun and my world went black.

When I woke up from my daze I couldn't focus on anything and everything before my eyes was blurry. The only thing I saw was something shining red was in front of me, moving in a sideways motion like someone was admiring something. The second thing I noticed was the pain, that stinging pain I got to experience twice in my life and hoped to never feel again.

"Wh-Wha" I tried to speak but the pain was too unbearable and my mouth was too dry. "Shh, don't speak sweetheart. You lost an awful lot of blood, you'll need the oxygen." Whispered a voice above me, that fucker was still sitting on top of me. I wanted to get him off me but decided against it since I was too weak and in too much pain.

"Do you know how much you have to study the human body," he continued in a low whisper. "to stab yourself again, again, and again, and not die?" In response, I only grunted and my vision became a little clearer. He didn't have his hood up or the mask on anymore, so I was able to see his facial expression. He began to smile and let out a little laugh "I don't wanna brag but, you could almost say, I'm a little expert in that area. Now relax, your body will become numb and" he takes the knife and slowly pierces my body with it again. I let out a long, tired breath. "the knife goes in so much easier."

As he takes the knife out in a much slower motion than before he talks calmly, "Now I understand, that stabbing is a substitution for the act of sex. That if somebody's impotent, they use a knife instead. But tell me my sweet (Y/N), did you think of me as being impotent? As somebody that has to use a knife to get any kind of sexual stimulation?"

I managed to let out a little, painful "No." in response. He smirked again and put the knife right above my chest. "Maybe this will change the way that you profile, Agent." And he rammed the knife in my chest. I my torso jerked up and I breathed in deeply. When he took the knife out just as fast my body fell limp and my whole world went black.

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i don’t think people really get how little feedback fanfic authors actually get? like the effort to reaction ratio is so abysmally skewed here that a fic nearly 50,000 words long takes an entire year to amass like. 16 comments. someone reblogged a fic i wrote at 4 am and tagged it with a 5-word compliment and i can’t stop thinking about it, not because it was so nice but because half the time you post a fic you’re going to hear nothing and anything feels like so much

fandom culture is so, so good about giving artists the credit they’re due, but we gotta start doing that for writers too. you’ve got no idea how much people put into their stories and get maybe a handful of reblogs and a dozen-odd kudos. that’s not enough. writing is an endurance sport and y’all need to start giving fic writers a reason to endure it and improve their craft. encourage writers like you encourage artists. reblog fics, leave tags, leave comments, acknowledge that these stories do not just spring into being for your entertainment.

every single damn writer i know feels like half of their readers see them as a machine. that’s gotta change.

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Manhunt - Chapter 5

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Word count: 2′055

A/N: Chapter five of 'Manhunt' is finally out! (Took me long enough)

I sincerely hope that you enjoy this chapter and the rest of the series. Constructive criticism and comments are as always more than welcome!

I'm currently writing chapter six and I’m really fucking excited for you to read it!

Tagging: @annamreed and @celebranehelyanwe

CHAPTER FIVE:

Eisuke's POV:

I fiercely marched into my office and slammed the door shut with as much force as possible. I was boiling inside, I bet steam was streaming out of my ears and my whole face was as red as a tomato.

I let out a noise that was something between a heavy sigh and an angry growl and walked towards my desk. I slumped down onto my leather chair, stretched my legs out under the desk, leaned back and closed my eyes.

I tried to calm my nerves and took a few deep breaths. In through my nose and out through my mouth. I loosened my tie and popped the first 3 buttons of my lilac shirt open. It took me a minute to calm down, but I somehow managed to kind of do it. But my brain just couldn't push her out and I kept thinking about her.

Why has she changed so much? Where is the sweet, innocent little girl that I got to know and somehow 'love'?

When I first met her I bullied her, a lot. But she always came running to me and Soryu when she had a problem. And, not like the others, she accepted and trusted us, despite our many flaws and differences in how we saw the world. So naturally, that bullying turned into teasing and we sometimes laughed together and played hide and seek or I spy.

She showed us that we weren't raised like normal children, of course we knew that, but she didn't just tell us what was wrong, no, she actually demonstrated us how to be a 'normal' child for once. For once in my life I was able to be just Eisuke, not 'Eisuke Ichinomiya of the Ichinomiya group'. And man, did that feeling of, what I would describe as, freedom feel good.

But she always felt so distant, sometimes I caught her daydreaming and when I questioned her about it she would just tell me that it was nothing. I could tell that she lied, because when she was lying she would touch, crack or pull on her left index finger. Honestly, it was quite a weird habit and I wonder if she's still doing it.

She never talked about her parents or her family in general. At some point Soryu has told us about his grandfather, the boss of the Ice Dragons. And I had told them about my family, my dead mother, my father that went bankrupt and abandoned my little sister and I. We both opened up to her and she just listened with big, curious eyes. But she always told us that her father abandoned her and that her mother was always angry with her because she reminded her so much of her husband, so she sent her to England.

But why? Why is she so distant and different now? I have never in my life seen a woman with such an ice cold voice or glare. And that attitude of hers rally just pissed me the fuck off.

I snorted in annoyance and sat up straight in my chair and leaned onto my desk as my thoughts continued to swirl in my mind.

So, we're supposed to help her, huh? As much as I want to help her I can't just simply ignore the fact that she humiliated me in front of the other 4 guys. Normally, I wouldn't care what other people think of me, but right now it's bugging me so damn much that she just simply got me on my knees, and she's a head smaller than I am. But we'll have to see how much help she needs, because to me it looked like she was getting on well just fine by herself.

God dammit! Suddenly I felt the anger I had calmed down earlier boil up again. I gritted my teeth together and slammed my fists onto the wooden desk and the few pens that lied on to of it shifted a little.

Why do I keep thinking about her? Usually when I would fight with someone it wouldn't bother me for a minute longer. But seeing her again just brought back so many memories, good and bad. I was truly happy to see her again, there is no denying that. But it feels like someone exchanged her happy, bubbly and optimistic personality with a serious, cold and sassy one.

And to me she didn't look very healthy, hell it must be bad if even I notice that. She looked tired her eyes had a tinge of red in it. Was she crying? Most likely. Every time she smiled, I felt like it wasn't genuine. It was forced. And her face seemed to hang a little too much for her age, she is a year younger than I am.

Okay, I need to get her out of my head, right now, tomorrow is a new day I'm sure she will come and apologize to me. Preferably on her knees. Yup, that would be great, I smirked. Wait, what the hell am I thinking about?

I pushed myself off the chair and walked towards the commode I had standing in my room and opened the whiskey bottle that was always standing on top of it. I poured the amber liquid in a whiskey glass, put the bottle down and closed it. I took the glass in my hand and swung the now extremely alluring liquid a couple of times and drank a big swig.

I savored the first gulp with my whole being, the numbing and small burning sensation always pulled me in a complete state of calm. This was my first but certainly not last glass tonight.

MC's POV:

As Baba dragged me in his penthouse suite I nearly fell over, like the last time he dragged me somewhere. But this time he didn't pull on my arms, my legs were just too weak as quiet tears began to fall down my face, ruining my makeup.

I tried to stifle a sob that was threatening to escape from my lips, but my hand flew to my mouth a little too late and Baba turned around to look at me and had a sorrowful look written all over his face.

He opened the door and pulled me inside slamming the door and guiding me to his couch that was standing in the middle of the spacious, illuminated suite. He uttered to sit down and I obliged, not wanting to argue anymore and mostly not being able to.

Baba handed me a tissue and I immediately snorted into it, crumpled it and put it on the coffee table. He then handed me another one and I snorted and dried my tears in it once more. Then another one, and another one. 3 tissues later Baba sighed a little and just handed me the whole box. I gripped it firmly, in my anger that was still seething inside me, and the carton box began to crumple.

I almost used up the whole box and my sobs turned into hiccups. My nose hurts, my eyes burn, my cheeks begin to cramp and in my head, is a war of emotions slowly building up. A war that should've lit up a long time ago, but didn't.

But why now? Now, that I need to be the strongest I've ever been. Against five strong, powerful and dangerous men, when I show the wrong one a wrong weakness of mine, he might just take advantage of it. I can't let that happen, under no circumstances.

Not again.

Suddenly I feel a hand touch my arm. I flinch a little, the sudden touch totally catching me off guard and pulling me out of my thoughts. I look up and my bloodshot gaze meets Baba's concerned one.

"Hey princess," he lulls "what's going on?" His eyes widen a bit when he sees me flinch and hesitate. I could practically see and hear his heart break right in front of me. He puts his other hand on my tear-stained cheek and begins to rub his thumb back and forth. This action always made me calm down and relax. To be honest, I'm surprised he remembered.

"Shhh shhh it's okay, I'm not going to do anything to you. Especially since you're so vulnerable now." He coos. Damn you Baba, always knowing exactly what I'm feeling or thinking.

"Take a deep breath. In trough, your nose and out trough your mouth. Do it with me." I do as he says and he breathes with me. After a few deep breathes, the hiccups are mostly gone and I close my eyes for a second to gather my thoughts, so I can tell him the whole story from scratch.

"It all started when my mom told me that dad was murdered," I looked down in my lap and fidgeted with the crumpled tissue that was still in my hands, "I wanted to find out who did it and why. I decided to join the police force and work my way up to-"

"I didn't mean that." Baba interrupted me with an earnest but at the same time soft voice. "(Y/N), I meant you. Not your fathers murder, that has time. Your well-being is more important right now."

"No, Baba you don't understand. I have been on that case for almost 9 years now, and I have finally found a hint." I mumbled, still not meeting his gaze.

"(Y/N), we all saw how red your eyes were when you entered the penthouse. You can count yourself lucky that Ota or Eisuke didn't go harsher on you." He put his thumb, middle and index finger under my chin and gently lifted it up. "Princess let me tell you something, when you're feeling low on energy, give yourself time to fill back up. No matter the circumstance- you're always, and let me repeat that always" he stressed. "allowed to take a step back and breathe."

As tears begin to once again well up and cascade down my cheeks, he lets go of my chin and I keep my head up by myself. Damn, I didn't realize how much I missed this man that was now sitting in front of me. My best friend, my rock, my protector.

Baba notices the tears and his eyes begin to glisten and he bites on his bottom lip to keep his own emotions in check. I've always noted how only I had that effect on him. I was always the only one he showed any sort of weak emotions to. I put my head in my hands so my palms are digging in my eyes to keep myself from showing more weakness.

Baba, probably misinterpreting the movement, shifts closer and envelops me in a hug. He puts his head on top of mine and begins to rub comforting circles on my shoulders and waist. I didn't have the strength to move away so I just stayed put. I feel him shift his legs and pull me upwards with him so that my head is resting on his chest.

"It's okay, everything will work out. We will find him." Baba lulls.

"No, it won't." I croaked in my hand that was resting in front of my mouth.

"Try to sleep, (Y/N). Tomorrow's a new day and I will look what I can do for you. And if I do say so myself, I have a few questions to ask you, but that can wait for later. Just take a nap for now, please."

I opened my mouth to protest his advice, the thought of a quick little nap actually didn't sound too bad if I'm being completely honest. But my stubborn little mind didn't want acknowledge the fact that Baba was right.

He probably noticed my hesitation and silent protests, so he tightened his grip around my shoulders and waist. "Come on, you know that I'm right." He commented.

"For once." I breathed which sent a small chuckle trough his chest and vibrated under my head.

As I felt my body relax and my eyes grow heavier with each blink the last bit of my tears began to dry down and I kept repeating the words I mumbled earlier in my head.

For once. Yes, for once that sounds good.

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Manhunt - Chapter 4

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Word count: 1′939

A/N: Good day my lovely readers!

It's been a long time since I uploaded the last chapter. But work has just kept me busy and tired. Especially since I work at a hospital and the patients always keep you on your feet. But I LOVE it there.

Anyways, I really hope you love reading the story as much as I love writing it. I'm currently working on chapter five, so I hope that I'll be able to finish that by the end of the weekend.

Tagging: @annamreed, @ohkittylove and @celebranehelyanwe

CHAPTER FOUR:

I was awakened by the beautiful sunrise, even though I was not able to see the sun I noticed the way the sky was beautifully painted with different shades of red, orange and a little pink. For at least 5 minutes, if not longer, I just stared at the sky and its dazzling play of colors.

I sat up, the sheets pooling around my hips and glanced at my phone. Okay, I still have enough time to get ready. The only problem was that I only had 3 hours of sleep. Man, today was going to be a long, tiring day. I forced myself to get up and walked towards the bathroom.

When I saw myself in the mirror, the previous day rolled back in my head like an old movie. My red, puffy eyes burned like someone flicked a match into each of them. My hair was a complete mess; an alpaca looks better than me right now.

After I got dressed and put a little makeup on I left my hotel room, the files from my father's case in hand, and made my way to the lobby. On my way to the elevator I crossed paths with Kiyoko, the maid from before. When she saw me her face immediately lit up and she waved at me. I forced a smile on my face and waved back. She then turned the corner and was out of sight.

Once I arrived in the lobby waiting for me was Soryu. He made his way over to me and I just stood still; I didn't move an inch. First he tried to smile at me but when he saw that I didn't react to that, he looked away and scratched his neck. Huh, so he still does that when he gets uncomfortable or embarrassed.

"Um, good morning… (Y/N). Did you uh- sleep well?" he awkwardly asked.

"Morning. Yes, perfectly fine." I responded with a flat tone. "Can we go now?"

He looked surprised for a second as if he forgot why he came to the lobby for but then nodded and we made our way to the elevator.

The elevator ride was really awkward, I'm sure I would've been able to cut the tension with a knife. Soryu broke the silence as he cleared his throat. "(Y/N), I'm sorry when I somehow upset you yesterday with the way I was acting towards you." My eyes grew wide and I looked up at him. "I guess it was just a big surprise to see you again after 9 years."

I shook my head and gave him a small smile. "It's fine, Soryu. Really I was happy to see you and Eisuke again. I guess I kind of overreacted." Soryu smiled back at me and the rest of the elevator ride wasn't as tense as before. "How have you been doing?"

He looked at me and smiled softly. Although, now when I take a closer look, it looks forced. "I've been doing well, thanks. How about you?"

"Yeah, I've been doing well, too." I felt that Soryu was hiding something from me and I knew exactly what it was but I didn't say anything. For the rest of the elevator ride we didn't talk.

Once we entered the penthouse all the other men were sitting there. Baba jumped up from his seat, smiling, and gave me a friendly hug and I hugged him back. "Good morning princess! Did you sleep well? It's too bad that I wasn't ordered to come and get you, I hope Sor didn't scare you too much." He teased.

I turned towards Soryu and saw him reach into his suit. Oh. Oh no. He's not going to do what I think, right?

"Soryu Oh! If you take that gun out I'm going to shove it so far up your ass, you'll be able to pull the trigger whenever you cough or sneeze!" I threatened him and raised my index finger. He raised his brows and, him knowing me he and that I would do it, slowly removed his hand from his suit.

I turned around once again and was met by 3 pairs of stunned looking eyes Eisuke just looked at the newspaper he was holding. I smiled at them. "Good morning Baba. Guys." I directed my gaze towards the others. "Yes, I slept well thanks." I looked up at Baba and his face turned into a troubled expression. Fuck, I think he saw my red eyes. I immediately averted his gaze, walked past him and made my way to the couch and sat down.

But right there I forgot for a second that I cried myself to sleep and about my anxiety. I silently thanked Soryu for trying to pull out his gun and Baba for teasing him.

Eisuke looked up from his newspaper, smirked, closed it and put it on the table in front of him. "Your answer?" he simply asked.

"Huh? Oh, um well." I took a deep breath, in through my nose out through my mouth. I stood up straight and pressed my fists together to help me get rid of my anxiety. I looked at each of them before speaking. "I know it's very sudden, and I don't expect that you agree. But I kind of need your help." My voice came out fainter than I intended.

"What for?" Well, someone's on a 2-word trip today huh? "And Baba, where do you know her from?" Never mind the 2 words. Baba looked surprised that he was brought in the conversation but answered nevertheless.

"I worked for (Y/N)'s father for 6 years until he suddenly died. After that her mother told me that it's better for me to leave since I reminded her too much of her late husband." I suddenly felt even guiltier than before. My mother just kicked Baba out without telling me and I was never allowed to mention him. He helped me through a lot of things when I was little, since my parents would fight and work all the time he practically raised me.

I decided not to tell them everything. I know 3 of them were my best friends but people change with time, the only thing that will stay the same are memories. I dropped the file on the table in front of Eisuke I shifted my gaze up and looked him directly in the eyes without averting my gaze the slightest and I noticed a glint of surprise cross his pupils.

I pulled myself together stuffing the negative, conflicted feelings somewhere far back in my head and pull out my work personality as good as I can. I decided to show them the evidence and hints I have found so far, it's not much but at least I have a basis.

Suddenly all the other guys were around the small coffee table and looked at the file with curious eyes. "I need your help with this. In there are all the information's concerning my father's killing."

I looked at each one of them while opening the file and sit down next to Eisuke.

"I understand if you need Mamoru's or Eisuke's help but why the other 3 of us?" Baba looked at me, his light brown hued eyes wide like a little boy's totally different from the flirty gaze he normally had.

I let out a chuckle that was barely below a laugh. "Oh please you don't have to pretend, guys. For example, I know that you, Mitsunari Baba, are the world famous thief Lupin, right?" Baba's eyes widened, he put his hand trough his brown hair onto his neck and I saw a light pink blush appear on his cheeks. Aww, how adorable.

"Ota Kisaki, the 'angelic artist'" I turned towards said man and put my index and middle finger from both of my hands in the air, opened and closed them a few times as I said 'angelic artist'. "you're actually not angelic at all, you're really cunning, someday something in your life went wrong and you created that persona. Oh, and you also help Baba whenever he steals any artwork you inspect it and decide whether or not it's a counterfeit." Ota's eyes went wide as well and his breath hitched, bullseye, next I turned to Mamoru.

"Detective Mamoru Kishi, you once loved your job as a policeman, you were passionate about it." I heard a deep chuckle coming from Soryu and shot a dirty look in his direction. "But something happened, right? I assume… a death?" Mamoru's half closed eyes shot open and I'm sure if he had a cigarette in his mouth he would've chocked on it.

I looked to my side and met Eisuke's look but immediately broke the eye contact and looked at Soryu. "And as for you Soryu. You and Eisuke stayed friends after boarding school as I can see. And I assume you took after your grandfather, joined the Ice Dragons but unlike your grandfather, you're not the boss. You don't like women because we stink and are only after money. Do I need to go into more details about anything else?"

I asked putting my index finger to my chin with a smirk on my face that could've competed to Eisuke's and pretending as if I'm in deep thought.

"Shit kid, where did ya get all that information from?" Mamoru lights a cigarette and puffs the smoke out in a white cloud while he scratches himself at his neck.

I picked up the file, opened it and spread out the few information's I had on the table. Mamoru picks one of the pieces of paper up and looks at it. His eyes narrow slightly, then they grow wide and the he shifts his gaze directly into mine with a confused look. He stretches his arm out towards me motioning for me to take the file and speaks to me. "Kan… Kant- what the fuck!? I can't understand a single word that's written on that paper, what language is that?"

I take the paper and scan over it. I felt my body beginning to tense up and my breath stuck in my throat when I saw which paper he took. He picked the sheet with the latest information. The one that led me back to Japan. The one with the most important info.

"Oh, that's German. It says 'Kantonspolizei' which means 'cantonal police'." I try respond as casual as possible, but even I notice that my voice began to crack a little. I sighed and sank further into the couch and clench the hand that wasn't holding the paper into a fist.

"And why do you have a file from the police in Germany?" Ota asked as he sat down on a couch that was across from where I was sitting.

I shook my head almost violently and sat back up and looking down at the floor. "No, not Germany. It's how the police in Switzerland is called." I have no idea why but for some reason I was really nervous and worried right now. Probably because I had just realized that I'm in the presence of 5 really dangerous men, they could all destroy my whole being with just one phone call, one shot, one move. Well, there goes me trying to get into my work personality.

"And why is it that you have files from the police in Switzerland?" Baba asked rather concerned as he sat down next to Ota and Soryu did the same. Now everyone was sitting.

"I… worked there for 3 years then I wanted to come back to Japan so I decided to give my life there up and come back." I looked at Baba observing his reaction with a careful eye. To my surprise he didn't give too big of a reaction. He was probably sensing my stiffness and nervousness so he smiled at me softly and nodded in an understanding and reassuring way. And I felt my body begin to relax a little.

But all of them, except Mamoru and Baba, shifted a little uncomfortably and averted their gazes from me, I suppose because they heard that I'm a police officer. Well I'm actually more than just a 'police officer', but I decided not to tell them who exactly I work for.

"When I graduated from boarding school, I was in a stage in my life where I didn't know what career I wanted to pursue. I had considered becoming a linguist because I've always been good with languages and stuff. But for the time being I moved back in with my mother and one day she revealed to me that she had been lying to me."

I squeezed my eyes shut and clenched my fists together. I took a deep breath gathering my thoughts and opened my eyes again. "She explained that my father didn't die of natural causes like she was always telling me. He was killed." In my mind I was reliving that day.

I remember the anger that was boiling inside of me, I saw red, nothing but red. I wanted revenge and I was going to get it. No matter how long it would take, no matter what it would take. I still don't forgive my mother for hiding it for so long from me and the other things she was hiding. But these were not important now.

I was interrupted by a loud gasp. I looked in the direction it came from and saw Ota clasp his hands over his mouth and muttering a half-assed "sorry". I shot him a cold look, cleared my throat and continued. "After my mother told me that, I almost instantly knew what career I wanted to pursue."

"What was it?" Ota was on the edge of his seat his honey blonde hair falling in his face.

Mamoru, who was just putting his cigarette out looked at Ota and sighed, loud. "You're dumber than I thought. Haven't ya been listening to her? 'Course she wanted to get become a police officer."

I nodded. "Yes, I wanted to find the person, no the fucking monster, that murdered my father. So I decided to do exactly that." I felt the space in between my eyebrows begin to slightly sting as a result of me furrowing them too hard and long.

Eisuke who has been holding his hand in front of his mouth for a while now began to laugh out loud. It wasn't a good laugh, no, he was making fun of me. " Really funny (Y/N)! I'm sure you're not even a real police officer you're just sitting in the office and type in stuff."

I looked at him dumbfounded but recovered fast. I crossed my arms in front of my chest and began tapping my foot lightly. "And why is it that you don't believe me, Eisuke?"

He sat up straight again and looked me in the eye. I saw that his eyes were glistening. Wow, did he laugh so hard that he actually began to cry?

"Why, you ask? Well because you're too girly to go out and fight bad guys. I mean look at you, being all dolled up. I bet you can't even fight back when a criminal decides to defend himself."

That's it. I didn't come here to host Saturday Night Live and joke around nor laugh about the way I look or behave. Of course I like to wear makeup and make myself feel pretty, nothing wrong with that. Right? Feeling my blood begin to boil I pushed myself off the couch.

"Stop it already! I can't believe it you're still a total jerk you didn't change the slightest bit! And saying that I wear too much makeup to be a police officer? Are you serious you didn't have a better argument; Mr. Shit-me-in-the-face?!" I may have reacted a little bit dramatic but today I already was really oversensitive so I didn't need bullshit like that.

Eisuke shot up from where he was sitting and marched towards me looking me dead in the eye. In every other situation I probably would have stepped back but right now I didn't care. I stood my ground and even took a step or two towards him.

He glared down at me and yelled "Oh so I'm the jerk now? You have been nothing but a difficult, whiny girl towards me! Get over yourself! Don't you think it's a little bit selfish to come to us after 9 years of not seeing each other and ask us for help? Just because you need something doesn't mean you can get it!"

That was it. The earthquake that lead the volcano to it's eruption. I snapped. I took his arm, turned him around and pulled his arm up his back, not enough to dislocate his shoulder but he led out a yelp and I kicked him in the hollow of his knee so he fell to the ground.

Still holding him I whispered "Still think that I'm too girly, huh?" He grunted and yelled "Let me go. Now!" I gave his arm one last tug upwards and then let go, I turned around and marched in the direction of the door.

But like last night, I was stopped by a big hand and a firm grip on my arm. I turned around ready to slap that person straight in the face, but that person which turned out to be Baba, grabbed my hand mid air. "Baba, let me go. Now." I was so possessed by my anger towards everybody and everything, I didn't realize tears were streaming down my face. And here I thought I had cried everything out this night.

Baba didn't let go of me. He just looked at me with nothing but pure concern in his eyes, his smile was almost turned upside down. "(Y/N), you're coming with me. Now." I knew this tone of his voice. He always had it when he was seriously worried about something or somebody or upset.

He turned around to the others who were stunned by the scene that just happened in front of them. "Guys, we're going to leave really quick and calm down."

Eisuke stood up and turned around. Although, I was a little far away from him I saw nothing but pure anger consuming his eyes and his body language gave him away as well. At this point, I really thought that he would just shove Baba out of his way and slap me straight in the face. But he made his way to the stairs, cursing me out under his breath and we heard his door shut loudly.

Baba let go of me and walked towards the coffee table. He took the files back into the envelope. After that, he walked towards me and the door and opened it for me. As I walked out Baba followed me, but before the door behind us closed I heard Mamoru say: "Damn, that kid has balls of steel." And heard the other two hum in agreement.

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Manhunt - Chapter 3

~MASTERLIST~

Word count: 1′939

A/N: Good evening, lovelies!

I hope you enjoy chapter 3! Constructive criticism is more than welcome and I’m sorry if there are any mistakes.

Also quick life update, I actually just got a new job in a hospital and will be starting to work there in the middle of this month, so I'm just going to write A LOT now so that I have plenty of stuff to post. ^^

As always tagging @annamreed , hope you like it!

CHAPTER THREE:

**Soryu's POV**

I was discussing business with Eisuke in his office. It was about the upcoming black market auction in a few days.

"We have prepared almost every item for the auction. There's only one painting that Baba stole which needs to be checked by Ota, whether it's a counterfeit or not."

"Alright, Soryu. I trust you with doing the last part for it. Have the guests already been invited?"

"Yes, Inui sent the invitations. Last time I heard from him they all accepted. As always." I answered with a smirk playing on my lips.

"Okay, everything has been done, so I say we're going down to the others and discuss the rest with them so they all can prepare for the parties and auction." Eisuke suggested with a satisfied look on his face as he raised from his boss chair.

As we stepped out of Eisuke's suite we heard a female voice coming from downstairs. We looked at each other with one of us being equally as stunned as the other. "Eisuke, did you…?"

"I sure as hell didn't plan anything like that tonight!" he interrupted me denying my assumption. "Maybe Baba wants to introduce us to one of his broads. Which would be strange we only see them enter his penthouse suite and leave the same night. Let's just go downstairs and see for ourselves."

I'm not going to lie. I wasn't too keen on having a woman in our penthouse, even worse when she would be one of Baba's nosy, giggling broads that he, oh so loved.

I was never good with women. They are just out for your money or other materialistic things. And don't even get me started on the perfumes they're wearing, I'd much rather have a skunk fart directly in my face. But now that I think about it, I don't smell any perfume just a light feminine scent.

Then I suppose it's not one of Baba's one-night stands or has he changed his taste in women? No, he wouldn't do that. He's capable of a lot of things, but surely not that.

As we descend the stairs, Eisuke of course in front of me, I see a beautiful young woman in a burgundy, rather tight fitting dress sitting in one of the armchairs chatting with Baba, Ota and the slacker detective. Wow, for once he looks like he's listening really carefully I bet that takes away a lot of energy showing such interest.

Her face seems familiar, but I can't put it anywhere in a memory folder in my head nor a time span where I could have met her. Surely I would remember a woman that doesn't smell like she bathes and sleeps in perfume.

Eisuke seems to be in deep thought as well. Maybe she's one of the women that attend the I.V.C a lot. No, she looks too 'normal' for that. Of course she has class, but not the kind of class the other women have.

I look at Eisuke with a questioning look and he just nods as if to answer my question, of course he knows what I mean by looking at him like that.

He clears his throat and all eyes are on us now. And I think for a second I saw a glint of surprise cross her eyes. But then a sly smirk spreads across her lips. Maybe she knows us too. Ah shit, I'm confused.

Baba jolts up from the couch like a rocket with a really excited look on his face. I mean he always looks excited but this, I have never seen him this agitated. He walks between us and pats us und the shoulder and makes us move towards the couches.

He turns to the woman, who still has this knowing smirk on her face. "Princess, these two are-"

"Eisuke Ichinomiya and Soryu Oh." She interrupts Baba and shifts her gaze towards us, leaning back into the armchair and crossing her arms and legs.

The fact that she knows my name, no, my FULL name, totally catches me off guard. I can understand Eisuke, he's a powerful man and billionaire. You see him a lot in the news and newspapers.

When I look over in Eisuke's direction, he has his usual confident smirk on his face. "You must have done some pretty good research about the penthouse and the people that live here."

As she's about to respond to Eisuke, Ota is faster. "But boss, she didn't know Mamo's name. She only knew Baba's name because they are old acquaintances and me because, well, I'm Ota Kisaki."

Baba once again turns towards the woman and asks her. "(Y/N), where do you know them from?"

All of a sudden it clicks. I found the folder in my mind with the correct year where I know her from. I push myself off the couch. "(Y/N)!? What? No it can't be! You're here!?" at this point I didn't care if I looked like an idiot and neither did Eisuke as he followed after me.

She puts her hand to her mouth to stifle a laughter. "Took you guys long enough."

***MC's POV***

It feels like the universe was lifted off of my shoulders. The knot in my stomach has untied itself a little bit. And I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in.

They still looked as handsome as I remember them. The only difference was that they looked more mature, of course we're in our twenties what else did I expect?

Their gazes looked so confused, especially Soryu's. Even though I looked confident on the outside, my insides were trembling fearing that they wouldn't be willing to help me.

I know, I could only ask them for a favor like this. I'm not sure if they are going to help me. I'm not easily scared, not anymore. But hell, this scared me for some reason, it weighed heavy. After all I have been searching and investigating until I collapsed. And now that after 9 years I have found a hint, I just couldn't let this opportunity slip.

"So (Y/N), why are you here?" Eisuke questioned me. Although he tried to put his guard up and keep his face as straight as possible, he failed. In fact, he tried so hard not to show any emotions his face became incredibly stiff and I saw the glint of nostalgia cross his hazel eyes.

I swallow the lump that hung in my throat and sat straight in the armchair. "Why don't you boys sit down it's going to take a while to explain everything." Soryu hesitates for a second but nods and sits down and Eisuke rolls his eyes and eventually gives in and sits down.

"Princess where do you know Sor and Eisuke from?" Baba still sounds stunned but I ignored it.

"I went to the same boarding school as they did. Shortly after father died mother sent me overseas to England, so she could sort things with herself out and I could improve my linguistic skills and also forget about his death."

It's not easy for me to talk about the past 15 years of my life. Every time I remember the day my mother told me that I'm never going to be able to hug, talk or laugh with father again, my chest grows tight and my head gets dizzy as if I'm reliving the whole thing again.

I know that it was wrong of me to never talk to somebody about it. Hell, as if I had the time for that. I suppose that's why I still haven' dealt with the bereavement.

"Wait a second, (Y/N)! You never told us that your father died! You always told us that he abandoned you and your mother!" Soryu was clearly surprised and there was something else in his voice. Wait. Is that? Is he upset? And where the fuck does he think he takes the right from to be upset?!

I push myself off the armchair and let out an annoyed sigh. I straighten my dress and pull it down a little bit. Then I look at my wrist as if there was a watch and raise my brows. "Oh, would you look at the time boys! If you would excuse me, I have a date with a bed." I smile at them. I give Soryu a cold glare to the side and make my way over to the door.

As I touch the doorknob someone's hand grabs my arm firmly. I turn around and before me stands Eisuke, he looks pissed off. Shit. No, no, no, no that's not good at all. I try to jerk my arm back but he grabs my arm even tighter.

"Ow, Eisuke you don't have to grab me that hard you know. You could've just called my name!" I yell at him and his face forms into a deep scowl.

"You haven't answered my question." Is all he said.

I sigh and roll my eyes "I'm really tired and all I wanna do right now is hitting the pillow. So if you want to know it that bad I can come here again tomorrow." I see Baba and Ota whisper something to each other but I pay no further attention to it.

Eisuke's scowl turned into his normal shit-eating expression "Okay, tomorrow 8 am in the lobby. I will send one of the monkey's behind me to come get you." I heard Baba and Ota gasp and saw Mamoru's cigarette almost leave his mouth.

"Wow Boss, never thought ya would listen to a woman. Ha! Guess hell will freeze over tomorrow." Mamoru said a little surprised.

"Shut up Kishi!" Eisuke snapped his head back at him.

I finally was able to tear my arm from Eisuke's grip and once again turned around, ignoring the other's. I waved my hand and said; "See ya tomorrow boys and try not to kill each other because I'll be needing every single one of you."

I stepped in the elevator and pressed the button to the 21st floor and I made my way to my room. When I stepped in I immediately got rid of my makeup, shoes and dress, brushed my teeth and hopped into the big, fluffy bed.

I always enjoyed the feeling of the cool sheets and pillow almost embracing and comforting me in ways no one else could. But for some reason that wasn't the case at all tonight. The sheets felt uncomfortable, not because it wasn't my apartment. I was barely home myself, I don't even think I would call that run down place 'home'.

I tossed and turned but couldn't enter dreamland it's not like I wasn't used to it by now but, it wasn't for the same reason it was for 9 years now, no I simply was nervous. I was nervous that the 5 men wouldn't be willing to help me. I decided to look on my phone and distract myself from my thoughts.

It was 3.03 am. My lock screen was a picture of my father and myself right before he got killed. I just stared at the picture and I felt my eyes grow hot. I blinked a few times and felt salty, hot tears stream down my face at first it was just 2 or 3 but they eventually turned into a waterfall of sadness, frustration, anger and most of all pain.

When I was finished bawling my eyes and heart out, I felt my eyes becoming heavier and heavier. And eventually I fell asleep in my bath of sobs and howls.

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Thank you! This is something that I really needed right now. & also really important for every writer or aspiring writer. *runs over and gives a big hug* <3

A Message From Me To All Writers

Dear Writers,

Having been through several of the following situations myself, I understand what it’s like and feel that they should be addressed a tad more, so here’s my personal take on them. Also, I tried to make this as neutral as possible to leave it open for whatever type or genre of writing you do.

This is a slightly longer post, but I put a lot of time and effort into it, and had every writer’s best intentions at heart, so it would mean a lot to me if you read the entire thing. Thanks in advance.

1. Learn the meaning of followers. When people follow you, it’s because they like your writing, and most likely you’re entire blog in general, and they would like to see you show up on their dash.

You have the following you have because you earned it.

If someone tells you that they liked something you wrote, it’s because it’s true. When people send you messages of encouragement, it’s because they want you to know that they care about you. Don’t dismiss these things as anything other than support and encouragement. It’s not pity, it’s not false kindness, they’re not being forced to do it. No, they like your writing and enjoy seeing it. And they took the time to let you know that.

Your followers follow you because they like what you post. They’re people who care, genuinely care, about your writing. Be grateful to them and for them, and never forget them. Love your followers as they love you.

2. You are not a robot. Let’s talk about requests. Alright, this is your blog. You decide what it’s about, how it looks, and what is posted on it. Nobody else can tell you what to do on your personal account.

If someone sends you a request that you are not comfortable with, for any reason, you do not have to accept it. You are not a machine that takes orders. Yes, you care about your followers, and you don’t want to let someone down, or turn someone down, but you don’t have to sacrifice your standards, emotional stability, or anything else that might make you hesitant to write that request, just to please someone.

Again, this is your blog. This is your writing. You’re the one putting in the work, so you get to decide what you work on.

It doesn’t matter if the person criticizes you, or hates on you, or says or does anything negative aimed at you. Because at the end of the day, all that matters is that you’re happy with your writing. And if that person does take negative action against you, then that shows that they are not worth you’re time and effort.

3. It’s okay to take your time. Don’t feel like you’re pressured to post new works frequently. This is something I struggle with quite a bit. I always feel like I’m taking too long on a request or I haven’t posted anything new in way too long, but I’ve realized that I shouldn’t feel like that.

I always want to post the best works I can, I’m sure every writer does, and if that takes a bit of time, then that’s okay.

It’s completely okay to take your time in order to reach the quality of writing you want to attain.

In other words, if you want to spend a little extra time on that piece, making sure it’s the best that it can be, that’s okay. And I’m sure your followers will appreciate the effort. I don’t know about you, but if I was given the choice to either get a mediocre fic right now, or get a great fic a little later, I’d for sure choose the second option.

Now, whenever someone sends me a request, I immediately get this feeling that they’re sitting there, waiting on me to finish. Just sitting and waiting on a request, not doing anything else besides constantly checking my blog for any news on my progress. Although this is most likely not true.

While there may be times when you feel like you’re taking too long, aren’t posting new writing often enough, or in general just feeling a need to hurry, there’s something you need to remind yourself of:

People are not constantly waiting on you.

Whenever I send in a request, I click ask/send and move on. I don’t dwell on it, in fact, there are times when I forget I even sent in the request until it’s posted. Odds are most people do the same. Listen, you aren’t a servant. You aren’t working for these people. You aren’t getting paid by the hour. Just take your time. It’s not that big of a deal as it seems. Besides, all that time and hard work you put in will be worth it when you can proudly click ‘Publish’.

4. There’s nothing wrong with having a little help. If you want to google “How to write better stories”, then that’s fine! I’ve done that, too! I have and currently do frequently search “synonyms for _______” when I’m writing. Yes, it’s true. Because I want to make my fics the best they best be, and there’s nothing wrong with that, even if I have a little assistance from the internet.

There’s nothing wrong with asking for help from your friends, either. I’ve shown fics to my friends and asked for brutally honest feedback, I’ve asked friends for writing advice. Even though I’ve been publishing works for over a year, I’ve received positive feedback for many of my fics, and I’m proud of my work so far, I still ask for tips. Because I want to get better. And wanting to get better is a fantastic goal.

5. Don’t worry about haters. I understand this can be difficult at times, but it comes with the territory. There are going to be people who: disagree with something you wrote, don’t like or even hate something you wrote, correct you on what you wrote (from grammar to a misportrayal of a character/act/etc.), and criticize you for something you wrote. And some people will do it more graphically, bluntly, or hurtfully, than others.

The main thing to keep in mind when someone hates on something you published is that all that matters is your happiness. If you’re happy with your writing, then that’s all that’s needed. If someone hates on your writing, brush it off. That only reflects badly on them. Anyone that treats you or talks to you like that is not worth your precious breath or attention.

Now, there is a different between constructive criticism and hate, and all I can really say about that since every thing is a case-by-case situation, is to watch the language. Most people, when giving constructive criticism, will use words such as please, sorry, and thank you. And the tone of the message will be polite or professional. Haters, on the other hand, whose goal is to make you feel bad about yourself or what you wrote, their language will be crude, insulting, hurtful, harsh, cruel, hateful, or rude. Sometimes all of the above. But it doesn’t matter. That makes them a bad person, that makes you a good writer. Because they’re jealous of you and they use hate and intimidation as a weapon. Please don't dwell on unnecessary hate by a pathetic and cruel person. If they’re on anon, then that’s even worse for them because it announces that they’re a coward who couldn’t even own up to their own comments (which should be kept to themselves).

6. You don’t need to cater to everyone. If you want to, then that’s fine, go ahead, but if you don’t, then by no means are you required or obligated to.

Write what you want. Write whatever you want to write about. When branching out, try not to take into consideration others’ opinions.

Examples: “My followers are used to me posting this.” “I’ve never written something like this before, it might shock people.” “One person said I’m good at writing _______, maybe I shouldn’t stray from that if that’s what everyone thinks I’m best at.” “My followers might not like this, maybe I shouldn’t post it.”

And by the way, a couple of these thoughts have occurred to me as well. Don’t be afraid to stray from the path. If you usually write fluff, and want to try your hand at writing angst, then do it. If you’re a smut writer who wrote a non-sexual fic and wants to post it, then do it. Now, I can understand being concerned about how certain fics will be received, but that’s a different issue. The topic here is that this is your blog, your writing, your time, your effort, your ideas, your work, your talent, your decisions. You and only you get to decide what you want to write about and what you do with your writing. Nobody else. And challenging yourself, or experimenting with other genres is nothing to be concerned about/afraid of. It’s great, in fact. By doing that, you’re expanding your map of potential writing subjects. And it can open your mind up to so many new thoughts and ideas and inspirations. So go ahead and experiment! Do whatever you want; do *you*.

Nobody can tell you that you should or shouldn’t write about _______. And if you’re happy writing _______, then don’t let anybody shame you for that. Don’t let anyone shame you for writing anything. As I said before, this is your blog and you can do whatever you want on it. Please don’t be ashamed, embarrassed, nervous, etc., about enforcing or embracing that rule.

7. Persevere! This is a huge part of being an author. Don’t put yourself down! Don’t criticize yourself or your writing all the time! You will get better with practice! I used to be pretty bad at writing, but I studied other people's writing style and practiced a lot, and now I’m pretty proud of the quality of my work.

It’s cheesy, but, “Practice makes perfect” and “Never give up” are phrases that you should live by while you’re writing.

Don’t give up! Just like with a lot of things in life, you’ll start out small and poorly, but the more you try, the more you’ll progress. And everything you write counts! Public or not, you still tried and it adds to your log of practice. ______________________________

I really wanted you guys to know these things. Keep your dignity, don’t apologize for running your blog how you want, never sacrifice your own happiness to appease others, and write what you want to write.

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Manhunt - Chapter 2

~MASTERLIST~

Word count: 1′591

A/N: Voilà, here is the second chapter of Manhunt!

Thank you all so much for the positive feedback and love yesterday, I have to admit I was a little bit overwhelmed but overjoyed at the same time, haha. :') Thanks to that my creativity and motivation just boosted itself to space and I was able too write a lot of words today!

Oh and just FYI I'm not planning on updating the fic everyday since the girl's also got other obligations. But I'll try to update it as many times as I can.

Tagging @annamreed since she wanted to see where this whole thing is going!

I hope you all enjoy this chapter! ^^

CHAPTER TWO:

I had a wide grin plastered on my face. The excitement and the look on his face getting the better of me. I felt my shoulders shaking lightly as I was trying to suppress laughing out loud.

He looked like a fish opening and closing his mouth without a sound coming out.

Finally, he was able to open his mouth and while he was not able to form a decent sentence he at least was able to form words.

"(Y/N)?! Princess? Wha- I mean... How?" I squinted looking at him trying to figure out what language he was speaking with me, and even though I was able to speak multiple languages it was none of the ones I was able to understand.

"Baba, calm down. What do you exactly want to ask me?" I put my hand on his shoulder. And as if this was giving him the green light, he pulled me into a tight embrace, that felt like he wanted to squish my organs out of me.

I put my arms around his back and patted him gently. He slightly buried his face in my hair, capturing the smell of my hair, and muttered "(Y/N). I never thought I was going to see you again. I missed you so much. How long has it been?" he let me go and looked my face up and down. He had such a kind, gentle look in his eyes, if I didn't know him I wouldn't believe that he could be such a flirt.

"15 years, Baba." I answered matter of factly.

"What?! So it has been that long since…" I just nodded signaling him that I didn't want to hear the rest of his sentence.

"Anyway," he said, "here is not the place to catch up, come on we can go to the penthouse and talk!" before I could even agree or decline he took me by my arm and stormed out of the bar.

I almost fell face first on the floor because Baba yanked me by my arm with the force of a god damn truck. Somehow I managed to stay on my feet and followed him into the elevator.

In the elevator he took out a card and put it in a slot in the elevator and pressed the button to the 51st floor. "Oh so to have access to the penthouse you need a keycard?" I looked at him questionably. Of course I knew that there was a keycard needed. But I still asked hoping to get more information from Baba than I got from Kiyoko.

"Yes, and there aren't many people that have one it's kind of hard to get the boss to trust you." he answered with a smile. "So if you ever want to visit me you would need to find me first." he exclaimed and winked at me.

For the rest of the elevator ride we didn't talk much, it was a pleasant silence nothing awkward.

*DING*

"Ladies first!" The elevator doors opened and I giggled at Baba's gentlemanly gesture. After I stepped out of the elevator Baba followed suit and was now walking next to me.

The hallway was big, no, huge. Wine red carpet, beige walls and lamps that were hanging parallel on the wall. When the hallway already looks so beautiful how was the penthouse going to look?!

It was really chic and I noticed that I walked more elegant and stiff than I normally would. Baba took notice of that and began laughing "You don't need to be so stiff. Relax."

I looked up at him bewildered and laughed nervously "Sorry. I'm not used to such elegant looking hallways. This thing is bigger than my apartment!"

Suddenly we came to a halt in front of a big, heavy looking door. "Maybe I need to introduce you to a couple of people that are also living here." Baba whispered with a reassuring smile on his lips.

Opening the heavy door, I was met with a beautiful room. It had a high ceiling with white walls, that brightened up the room even more than the big chandelier hanging from the ceiling already did. It also had a shiny, marble staircase with a red, fleecy carpet rolled out.

I was brought back to reality by Baba's cheerful voice. "I'm home and I have brought someone that I would like to introduce you to!"

There were sitting two men in the corner. where a red couch and navy blue armchairs were standing. One of the men was Ota Kisaki. He was laying on the couch, sketching something on his notebook with a steady hand.

Wow. He was even more beautiful in person than on TV or pictures. Now I understand why everyone was calling him the "angelic artist", he truly looked like an angel.

The other man was sitting on the armchair that was the nearest to the window, smoking. Actually I wouldn't really consider that position "sit". He was more or less hanging in the chair. He had dark grey hair and a goatee, and goddamn he's just as handsome as Ota! Does Baba only have handsome friends?

"Oh, hello Baba! Wow, you have never introduced one of your women to us. Usually you keep them for one night. Do you plan on keeping this one longer?" Ota looked up from his sketchbook with wide eyes and when he saw me his eyes widened even more. But soon after saying that he had a devilish grin plastered on his face.

The smoking guy, no pun intended, just kept a sleepy look on his face, leaned forward and put the cigarette out in the ashtray.

"What are ya lookin' at, kid?" he snapped at and glared holes into me.

"I-I-I'm sorry… I didn't mean to be rude." I stammered under his cold glare as a shiver ran down my spine. Which was weird since I was used to such cold gazes, but his eyes had something even more intimidating in them. Okay, note taken I don't want to fuck with this man.

"Aww, Mamo! That's not a way to treat a lady and old friend of mine!" Baba remarked in a faked hurt tone. "Well anyways. This is (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I've known her ever since she was a little girl."

I bowed to the two men and heard a somebody snorting. I looked up and saw the man that Baba called "Mamo" cover his mouth. He blurted out; "Friend my ass! As if the greatest womanizer himself, Mitsunari Baba, would just be "friends" with a girl."

"I'm sorry for his behavior, princess." Baba looked at me apologetically. "It's fine. I kind of understand where he's coming from. I mean you kind of are a big flirt." I teased him.

He frowned a little and put his hand on his heart pretending to be hurt. "Ahhh, princess you hit it right where it hurt!" I laughed a little at his bad acting as he returned to his normal posture.

"Princess, these two men are Ota Kisaki, the 'angelic artist'" He pointed at Ota. "and this right here is Mamoru Kishi, believe it or not he's a detective."

Now it was my turn to blurt out in laughter, forgetting the coldness he showed me a few moments ago. "Pff, this man is a detective?! Haha very funny Baba and I'm the pope." Mamoru stopped laughing and glared at me once again. But this time it sent an even colder shiver down my spine.

Fuck. His death glare was on point. If looks could kill I would be killed more than once now and my body would have disposed itself.

"Mamoru. Stop scaring her don't you see that her tail is between her legs? Poor Koro." Ota said in a teasing tone and one side of his lips turned once again into that devilish grin from before.

Tail? What tail? And Koro? Who the fuck is that? "Uhm… excuse me, Mr. Kisaki? My name is (Y/N), not 'Koro'."

"Just call me Ota. And I'll call you Koro because you remind me of my dog that I had when I was a child."

I knew it! My assumptions were right. But I didn't think that he was that twisted and would name me after his, what I assume is now dead, dog. Ugh, what kind of people does Baba associate with? Not that I was especially surprised by that, he was always around weird people even back then when he worked for my father.

"So why's the kid here in the penthouse with ya?" Mamoru asked.

"We met in the jazz bar by coincidence and I brought her here so that we can catch up in peace. Why do you care about that anyway Mamo? Normally you never care about what other people do." Baba stated, raising his eyebrows in a teasing way.

Mamoru put his hands in front of his mouth, a light blush creeping on his face and mumbled something that I couldn't quite hear. Something about a 'goddamn nosy' somebody.

"So Baba, are we actually going to catch up or are you going to keep teasing Mamoru?" I decided to interfere. Otherwise Baba would probably make Mamoru angrier and angrier by every word that slipped out of his mouth.

"Yeah, you're right, princess. I can always tease him some other time. Please sit down. I'm sure they want to hear some stories about you or me when we were younger."

And with that we sat on the couch and began catching up.

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Manhunt - Chapter 1

~MASTERLIST~

Word count: 1′700

A/N: Alright, I'm kinda nervous about this since it's my first fanfic that I wrote and I haven't written stuff in a long time (about a year) so I guess I'm a bit rusty ^^. I was inspired to write again from reading @rui-and-ry-blog , @akechimitsuhidevevo and @talk2animals fic’s.

I'm sorry if the first few chapters are kind of boring but I wanted to leave some questions that may cross your minds open for now and also build it up slowly ;).

Constructive criticism is more than welcome and I'm sorry if I made any grammatical or spelling mistakes since English isn't my first language. Anyway enough of me talking and I hope you enjoy the first chapter. :)

CHAPTER ONE:

I was nervous as I stood in front of the most beautiful and also first casino-hotel in Tokyo the "Tres Spades". The nervousness and excitement that were welling up inside of me came from a place in the depths of my heart. I knew they were inside, I just had that tingling, heavy feeling in my gut that I can't quite explain.

As I set one foot in front of the other towards the majestic hotel I couldn't help but grow even more anxious and nervous.

When I stepped through the beautiful clear glass doors I was sure my jaw just dropped to the floor and my mouth let out a big, unintentional gasp. It was even more stunning than you saw it in the pictures when I googled the hotel.

I placed my rather heavy luggage on the beautifully shiny, marble floor as a pretty hotel maid greeted me "Hello Miss! Welcome to hotel Tres Spades. We hope you enjoy your stay here!" Giving her a small smile and a friendly "Thank you" I made my way to the front desk.

I waited at the front desk for someone to give me my room key, when I saw a familiar figure stroll through the lobby. The rather tall figure walked up the stairs and coming to a halt in front of the elevator and stepping inside it as soon as it arrived.

When the man turned around in the elevator, I could have sworn my heart jumped up into my throat for a second, it was one of the men I was looking for. He had a flirtatious grin on his small lips and winked at a group of girls, that were standing on the opposite site of the lobby. Admiring him.

I could hear them squeak in different high pitched octaves and their big eyes form into hearts. I clicked my tongue, rolled my eyes and threw my head back a little. "He never changes" I thought. All of a sudden I felt someone firmly tap my shoulder.

"Excuse me miss, can you hear me?" I hear a friendly voice beside me. I turn towards the source of the voice and in front of me is standing a middle aged man with a rather stiff looking smile plastered on his face. "I'm sorry, I guess I spaced out there for a second." I explained to him, bowing my head apologetically.

"That's no problem. My name is Mr.Kenzaki and I'm the manager of this hotel. May I have your name?" he asked in a polite way and bowed his head a little. "My name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I have a reservation here." I told him, my smile never leaving my face. He looked into a big, black book that had the word "RESERVATIONS" written in gold on it.

He flipped a few pages on the paper. "Ah, miss (Y/L/N). Is it correct that you are staying here for three weeks?" he asked me still looking at the paper. I answered with a simple "Yes, sir.". He turned around where a lot of keys were hanging at the wall and took one. "Miss (Y/L/N), you will stay on the 21st floor in room 3103. Here are your keys." he hands me a golden key with my room number on a leather dangler on it. He continued; "One of our maids will show you to your room."

The same maid that greeted me earlier approached me and told me to follow her. I walked up the beautiful wide steps of the stairs and stepped into the elevator that was already waiting for us. The maid pushed to the 21st floor and the elevator doors closed.

"Oh, by the way my name is Kiyoko. If you ever need anything, I'll be happy to help you!" she smiled gently and bowed. "I'm (Y/N)! Thank you so much!" I bow back and return her smile. I look at the floor numbers and the description. The floors at the top are labelled as the "Penthouse" and "VIP". All of a sudden, I had an idea.

"Um, Kiyoko can I ask you something?" I hesitantly asked.

Kiyoko nodded firmly with curious eyes. "Who lives in the penthouse and is everybody allowed to go there?" Kiyokos brown eyes widened which me you she definitely didn't expect that question to leave my tongue. The elevator doors opened with a loud ding sound and Kiyoko stepped out as I followed her catching up to meet her pace, walking next to her. "The penthouse isn't accessible for everyone there are only the penthouse guests that have a keycard and the maids that have the authorization to clean there." Kiyoko paused for a second, looked behind us to make sure nobody hears us, inhaled deeply through her nose and exhaled through her mouth and continued in a voice that was barely over a whisper;

"As to who actually lives up there I only heard rumors, but I think the owner of the hotel lives in the very top penthouse. And I have heard that the "angelic artist" Ota Kisaki also lives there." I was actually surprised to hear the name "Ota Kisaki", of course I knew who he was and I have seen some of his artwork. And honestly I always thought that there was something suspicious behind his smile, something twisted. But I couldn't put my finger on it.

I still had one question flying through my mind and as soon as that question came to my mind I blurted it out. "What is the name of the hotel owner?"

We were now standing in front of my hotelroom. When I began unlocking my door, Kiyoko began talking again, answering the question I blurted out a few seconds ago. "The owners name is Eisuke Ichinomiya from the Ichinomiya group."

*click*

The door unlocked and at the exact same time my head shot up in surprise to hear the name I would always yell when I was in boarding school and he was mocking me again or pulling some mean prank.

Careful that I sounded as normal as possible I turned around, bowed to Kiyoko and said; "Thank you for answering my questions and showing me my room it was a pleasure to meet you" she chuckled lightly and bowed back "You're welcome I hope you enjoy your stay here and if you need anything don't hesitate to ask."

I closed the wooden door, turned around and slid down to the floor sighing deeply and long. "Shit. This is going to be harder than I thought it would" I thought, while standing up and walking towards the big, fluffy bed with my luggage next to it.

I scrunched your nose at the musty smell that I was absorbing. No wonder after such a long, rough day I had to smell like that. "I need a shower ASAP, but first I'm going to unpack, can't stand it if nothing's in it's place." so I started unpacking. Putting my clothes in the closet, toiletries and makeup in the bathroom and so on.

After I've finished unpacking I took a nice, hot shower to clear my head a little. I decided to get ready, putting on makeup and a nice dress and go to a bar in the hotel.

I checked myself in the mirror applying one last layer of powder and straightened my burgundy dress that ended at my knees with my favorite pair of black pumps, soft, brownish makeup and my hair over both of my shoulders.

I found a bar pretty easily since everything in the hotel was described well. I walked into the dim lighted bar and decided to sit down at the counter, in the background was soft jazz music playing. Some men were sitting on a chesterfield couch, around a round wooden table drinking whiskey and smoking cigars.

I ordered a shochu on the rocks. I enjoyed the strong, almost numbing feeling the translucent liquid spread in my mouth. Exactly what I needed after a tiring day. Sitting there sipping on my drink, I occasionally glanced to the entrance hoping that maybe Eisuke or one of the other men would walk through it.

After ordering a second drink I heard the door open. I looked over to the door not having much hope for it to be someone special. And as if the universe just wanted to prove me wrong I saw the man from the lobby.

The man that would look after me and loved me like I was his own baby sister. The man my father trusted more than himself.

He still had his neck length soft brown hair with a black fedora on top of it head and a red blazer. "His style still hasn't changed either. He's still wearing that ridiculous fedora." I thought, chuckling lightly.

I looked away since I didn't want to be too conspicuous and took a big slug from my shochu.

As I were putting the glass to my lips, a deep, familiar voice rang in my left ear. "Hello pretty lady. Is this seat taken?"

That simple question almost made me spit out your drink all over the mahogany colored counter. I don't know why, but I was surprised that the first thing he decided to do was walk over to me and flirt.

I shook my head, almost violently, and gestured him to sit down while I was wiping my mouth with a handkerchief, preventing the strong liquid from ruining my dress.

He ordered a beer and I noticed him stealing quick glances in my direction, but ignored them.

When he received his order he pointed out: "What is a young pretty lady like you doing here all alone? A jazz bar is not really a place someone as young as you would normally go." I giggled. Feeling the heat rise to my cheeks probably from the alcohol. This was so like him, saying something like that.

I turned to my left so I was facing him. When he saw my face as a whole his smile dropped and his eyes widened in surprise. "Well you know Baba, I was never like the other "girls" right?"

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