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Has the COVID-19 pandemic really reduced pollution in areas participating in lockdowns? Is the environment “recovering”?
Finally finished!!! Here is my complete translation of the short story “Eugene”!
I’m making a Ghost Hunt personality quiz and wow, Masako is a sad, sad person. It makes me feel awful that everyone seems to hate her. And for what? They think she blackmailed Naru? Maybe Naru felt like he had to be nice to her so she’d keep his secret, but I don’t think she saw it that way. She never would have revealed his secret. She was just a lonely teenage girl who was isolated because of her powers (which are waning) and she thought maybe, just maybe Naru understood from a similar situation and actually liked her for more than her fame. I actually think Naru took advantage of her. He’s used to playing nice to get what he wants, and that seems to be what he did here. But I’m not blaming Naru; he needed his identity kept secret because his very life might have depended on it. I just think Masako deserves a little more love. And don’t even try to tell me she doesn’t because of her bad personality. We all know who has the worst personality and we all still love him.
I found a company called “Frantic Meerkat” who makes journals whose sole purpose is to call me out
Ghost Hunt News: Rewrite novels getting paperback editions!!
It was announced today that the Ghost Hunt rewrite novels are getting new paperback editions!
The novels’ official website has a special message from Fuyumi Ono:
Thank you very much. There are now paperbacks. They will be easy to carry around and space-saving on top of that. It is an old work, but it was my starting point, so I am emotionally attached to it. Please have it be your companion in the summer. I will be happy if you enjoy it.
So how will it be different from the previous rewrite novels? Well, these will be smaller, and they have new covers!
Dang, look at the new covers!
Volumes 1 & 2 are releasing on June 12, 2020.
Volume 3 will be released in September 2020.
Volume 4 will be released in December 2020.
Volume 5 will be released in March 2021.
Volumes 6 & 7 will be released in June 2021.
Also, as the website notes, it’s been about 30 years since the start of the series!! Will there be any more new stuff to mark this occasion? Who knows! But at the very least, a new release means new attention brought to the series, and the releases will span at least a year! I dunno about anyone else, but I’m excited!!
[TRANSLATION] PSYCHO-PASS the Movie: Balcony Scene
This was NOT included in the movie!!
I’ve heard this has been translated already but several cute anons and some users insisted that I did it anyway and I couldn’t just ignore them or refuse. So there you have it. ^_^“
Too bad they didn’t put this in the movie. It would totally blow the fandom away. I may not be a shinkane shipper, but I genuinely enjoyed this complete version of the scene. It has a nice the-old-PP vibe to it. Especially this exchange was very nice:
“You’ve really grown up,” Kougami muttered heartily.
“Is that so?”
Tsunemori already feels embarrassed as she says this.
And the part about how, even though they finally met as fellow humans, there’s a case getting in their way. Lol. What were they thinking, leaving it out? Anyway, I hope you’ll enjoy this. <3
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Evening in the rebel army base. The light’s turned off in Kougami’s room. Tsunemori was using the bed, and Kougami was trying to fall asleep, lying on blankets on the floor. At any rate, it was after he had struggled through the battlefield. Once he calmed down and tried to think, he felt fatigued. The next morning Kougami planned on having a talk with Sem about their further actions.
“…”
Kougami Shinya and Tsunemori Akane. A strange, barely tangible tension drifting between the two couldn’t be brushed away. Even despite the fact that she was tired, only Tsunemori’s mind was clear of nervousness. No, was it clear just because she was too exhausted? Anyway, Tsunemori couldn’t fall asleep and left Kougami’s room.
She was looking out the window of a roofed passage.
“Ah…”
The number of power generators seemed insufficient. The Guerillas kindled real fire instead of using lighting equipment. It was those traditional watch fires.
The night sky was beyond belief beautiful. The silhouettes of the stars were sharp as jewels. The lighting at the Guerilla camp was at any rate poor. Speaking of lighting intensity, these watch fires would be less than a tenth part of street lights used in the Tokyo metropolitan area. When the ground is dark, the sky is clearly visible.
“The sky is awesome.”
Kougami was also awake.
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She can’t change him. He thinks she realized that a long time ago. Maybe when they first met and she was forced to shoot him. Or maybe when he murdered Makishima. Or maybe when he ran with his tail between his legs – ran from her love, from her softness, from her.
He doesn’t expect to see her so soon. But she’s there – she’s smiling at him and sweaty and flushed like she came running. And she probably did. There is a chance to push her away, to say no, but he doesn’t try.
With her thin arms, with her pretty smile, she whispers, “Found you.”
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She’s a force to be reckon with.
Even the men within the base know that. When Akane trains with them, shows them how to take apart a gun and put it back together, wipes sweat off her brow and work from dawn until night. They respect her, Kougami can tell.
He can’t blame them.
She’s also pretty good with the kids. They immediately gravitate towards her, wide smiles and bright eyes. She picks one up and holds the child against her. Before long, she’s pointing a finger over towards where Kougami sits and watches.
He blinks.
The two both smile at him. He can’t help but give a smile back, no matter how tired it may be.
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He loves her. He loves her so fucking much.
Touching her feels like a sin. Just being in her presence is enough to make him want to drop to his knees.
She says it all the time, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
And he loves her too. He’s not sure how to respond. He gives her a quick kiss, he offers a smile, he wraps his arms around her. They could stay up all night, it can range from talking to fucking. Sometimes it turns into lovemaking – his hands dragging down her body slowly, testing the softness of her breasts and the firmness of her arms – sometimes it’s desperate ( he feels like he can’t breathe without her, he feels like he’ll drown, like he’s going too fast down a street but he doesn’t want to stop because the thrill of her makes him feel alive. )
He feels her heart race against his as they press together, sweaty and sticky and panting.
“What’re you so afraid of?” She whispers, the sun breaking through the window, highlighting the different colors within her hair.
He swallows ( you, you, us ), “I don’t know.”
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They both have nightmares.
His are vivid. His always seem real. He’s running. Or he’s chasing someone, he’s not too sure. Other times, he has blood on his hands. Sometimes on his clothes. Other times Makishima is there. And a few times, he remembers seeing Sasayama.
Akane cries sometimes when she wakes up, shaking like a leaf in a storm, arms wrapped around herself and teeth worrying her lip. She tries to keep it in – she’s a lot like him in that regard. But it’s spilling out too fast, and if she doesn’t stop, she’ll overflow.
So he holds her. Not only for her, but himself too.
She’s delicate in his arms. Hot tears soak through his shirt. He knows they’ve done so much to get to where they were, he can’t blame her for letting it out once in awhile.
He wish he could do the same.
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He has to be strong.
Hell, Kougami has had to be strong his entire life. For his team, for Akane, for his men.
As the war wraps up, as blood is shed and cleaned from hands, he looks onward. There is no turning back – that ship sailed a long time ago.
He looks up, eyes immediately falling onto the graceful curve of her back, her slender neck, and her brown hair matted to her forehead. She was talking with one of the guys - Deshi, he’d lost his arm a couple months ago, but that didn’t seem to stop him from having a smile on his face.
As if feeling his stare, Akane turns her head slightly to the side and offers a smile of her own. It was blinding in its own way, his shoulders relaxing by instinct.
She really had no idea how much he needed her now.
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She didn’t tell him at first.
To be completely honest, he could understand why.
He paces back and forth across the small space they had. His shin bangs against the side of the end table, but that didn’t break him from his thoughts. Akane watches him with large, amber eyes. Finally, he stops in the middle of the room, arms instinctively crossing over his chest.
“How…How long have you known?”
Akane drops her gaze. There was an ache in his chest, “A month, at least.”
He nods, even though it takes awhile for his brain to process the words. He almost wants to laugh at the irony. God - if there fucking was one, which he seriously doubts - really doesn’t like him. Even though things are calmer now, with not only the chairman but the SEAUn as well, there is still too much danger.
Way too much to even consider – to even think of that.
But this doesn’t stop him. This doesn’t stop him from slowly crossing the room until he’s in front of her. Akane blinks, hands nervously curled in front of her as he crouches down. This doesn’t stop him from leaning towards her, face close to hers for a few seconds.
Finally, he breathes, “I want it to look like you.”
Not like him. Nothing like him.
Akane blinks, and then blinks again. Her lips are parted into an O shape and so he leans in and steals a kiss. Finally, she smiles, “That’s funny. I was thinking the same thing.”
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He doesn’t tell anyone she’s pregnant. It’s not only no one’s business but their own, but also a dangerous thing to know. What could he possibly do if the word got out? Any enemies would probably jump at a chance to get their hands on Akane.
Kougami grits his teeth at the thought, hands twitching by his sides. He hasn’t had a cigarette in over an hour. One thing he also has to improve on - smoking around a baby was a big, fat no apparently.
When Akane had stopped smoking all-together, she made it look so easy. It was not only frustrating, but something admirable about her. Once she set her mind to something, it was impossible to stop her from achieving it.
From underneath the protection of a small roof, Kougami watches the rain fall.
“Kougami?”
He turns his head towards the voice to see Cho-Sun, watching him curiously. Kougami merely grunts in reply, pushing himself up off the wall.
“Everyone’s inside eating,” the man continues.
Kougami merely nods. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t the least bit annoyed. His hands are twitching so much to delve into his pocket and take out his pack that he’s forced to cross his arms over his chest. “I’m not that hungry.”
Not only was the large group they had short on food, but medicine as well. Kougami could go a couple days without eating - Akane used to do the same thing, but now she didn’t have much of a choice.
“Is that right?”
“Mm.”
“You said the same thing yesterday.”
Kougami feels his lips twitch, “Did I?”
There is silence between them, the rain deafening.
Drip. Drop. Drip.
“You should take a break.”
Kougami glances at him.
“Me and the guys were talking and – well, there’s a temple about a day away from here, farther up the hill. That’d be a nice play for you and Tsunemori to relax. She seems more tired lately.”
Kougami stays quiet, considering it. For the last couple weeks, things had been relatively peaceful. No shootings, no surprise attacks, etc. Still, peace only seems to drive Kougami up the wall even more than violence. But the mere thought of quiet and being alone with Akane is enough to make his shoulders relax.
“Mm. I’ll look into it.”
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“Be careful.”
“I am being careful, worrywart.”
Kougami snorts, hands deep within his pockets. Now, she was calling him names? “Don’t blame me if you fall.” It isn’t like he won’t be able to catch her.
Akane balances herself on an overturned tree trunk, arms spread out on her sides. She looks as if she is flying - it makes him stare.
“How far away is the temple again?”
This time, he really does laugh, even though it was just a breath of laughter - she’s asked this around three times already. “I did offer to carry you, you know.”
Akane turns her head slightly, an impish grin there, “You would have to catch me first.”
“I’m always up for a good challenge.”
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This love scares him. He already knows this.
This love makes him reckless. This love makes him frustrated. This love makes him crazy.
Touching her is an addiction in itself. Her soft body molds against his, pliant while his is unyielding. Now, the slight bump in her stomach makes it a bit more difficult to press together, but he doesn’t mind it. In fact, he enjoys it more than he originally thought he would.
As she lays back, hand lazily tracing over his thigh, he presses a warm hand against her stomach. The area is firm and swollen, a slight redness to it. He curves his palm around and she sighs.
There is life here. Something they created together. Something that was meant to be. Kougami wasn’t really one to believe in fate, but he’d also believe he couldn’t be happy either.
For the first time in a long time, he gave her a smile, eyes crinkling at the edges. It reminds them both of better times, simpler times. It reminds them that now - they are no longer Inspector and Enforcer.
They’re just two people in love.
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For seven more months, he stays by her side. He never leaves her for longer than a couple hours. Her stomach grows big, the women within the base help her around, and she is given full meals every day.
She feels selfish, he can tell. He is quick to reassure her though.
He’s scared again. When his hands slightly shake when they press against her stomach, against the life they created, she smiles softly at him, holding them steady for him - like she does all the time, “I love you, Shinya.”
Deep down, he hopes that is enough.
Things are easier between them. He can kiss her without feeling like his lungs will burst at any second, he can touch her without flinching, he can look at her without glancing away just a second later. There is still that guilt - unrelenting and thick within his stomach. It will not leave him, he knows it won’t leave until the day he dies.
Love stings. Love is frightening. But, fucking hell, he would do anything at this point to stay with her. To build this future with her. For once, there is light at the end of the tunnel and he is climbing towards it desperately.
He wants this. He wants her. He wants them - us.
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“…What do you think it’ll be?”
He looks up from his book - he’s read it so many times that the pages are worn now. Kougami feels his lips tilt upwards - nowadays, it seems he is unable to control his smile. Something that only happens around her, “You’re asking me.”
She was sitting up, eyes playful and already smiling, hand resting upon her swollen stomach. “Yes, I’m asking you.”
The former Enforcer stares at her - he cannot help it. Simply having her presence beside him, it makes his body feel weightless. As selfish as he is, a part of him wants to understand why he can’t let her go. If things had gone differently, if he’d told her to stay away, would she still have come?
He wants to laugh outloud at the thought. Of course she would.
Her eyes are warm, patient.
Finally, he sits up, “Aren’t you supposed to have a feeling? I’ve heard that before - mothers usually know the gender before they’re born.”
“Maybe I’m an exception.” She is only saying that - she probably had a good feel of what it would be, she just wanted to hear what he was going to say.
Slowly, he moves towards her, and she opens her arms for him, allowing him to press his ear against her stomach quietly.
Here, with her and their child, he feels at peace. Things seem to evaporate around them - while the acute awareness of what happens around them is still there, her presence seems to blanket over him. He does not deserve her, he does not deserve this small sliver of happiness. He knows that, he knows that in some ways, he has ruined her.
As if noticing his change in thoughts, she places a hand on Kougami’s head, smoothing down his hair and fingers touching his cheek. He breathes in deep, her scent causing his stomach to tighten.
“I think it’ll be a girl.”
In reply, Akane gives him her biggest, prettiest smile, “Me, too.”
There is peace within him.
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It all ends on a sunny day.
The summer is ending - things are dwindling down once again. Kougami hasn’t heard the alarm sound away in what seems like months. Children and women are sometimes allowed to walk around during daylight, allowing the kids to dance and sing and smile as much as they want as they play.
Laughter this free is foreign to Kougami, but he basks in it anyway.
Even so, he does not stop what he is so used to. He trains with his men every day, he eats small meals, he watches the edges of their base for any type of trouble. None comes. Sweating and tense, Kougami glances over, his eyes immediately soughting her out to soothe away the itching feeling.
Akane sits on the steps, eyes bright and smile even brighter. Familiarly, she cups a hand over her stomach, and the other lifts to wave at him. He doesn’t respond, head tilts curiously and a drop of sweat rolling down her temple. She is getting bigger - besides her stomach, Akane hasn’t grown much. Not only is the infant inside her weighing her down, he worries if she will be able to deliver it naturally.
But today is peaceful, he decides. He should not worry about small things that are yet to come.
He hasn’t told her. He probably won’t. When she reaches eight months, he intends for her to leave here. He has a few contacts, fortunately, that’ll be able to help her find somewhere safe to stay and to deliver the baby. Being born on a battlefield - he wouldn’t ever want that.
He knows she will argue, but there won’t be much point to it. She also knows he has a duty, and his burdens isn’t hers to carry. Once things have wrapped up here, he will follow after her. And he will gladly start a new life with her. He wants quiet mornings, wrapped around each other within the blankets. He wants to teach his child all he knows, watching them crawl and then walk. She wants to hold the woman he loves against him, to feel her heart against his as they finally allow their bodies to relax.
He wants happiness. It’s a normal human reaction, he knows. Even though he doesn’t deserve it, he wants it.
His thoughts are broken, however, when the signal for the alarm goes off.
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Chaos.
It is to be expected.
The women and children are rushing, some screaming and others crying. Fumbling to find their mothers and their sons and daughters. His eyes sweep the area, searching for her, but her image is blocked and swept along with the rest of the crowd.
He curses.
Now he is able to hear it - gunshots. They are a familiar sound, and his instinct kicks in, beats into him. He must never forget - he is a dog, a hound, a wolf. It is his job to survive, no matter what the consequences. His tongue feels heavy within his mouth, but this doesn’t stop him, “Bayani! Chenglei!!”
The two men nod, and take off towards their positions, two groups of soldiers following the two wherever they may go. Guerrillas learn fast, they move fast, and there is no room for error. He follows swiftly - fortunately, it’s probably a rival base that simply want his head. With their clumsy infiltration, hopefully, things will be resolved soon.
The area is mostly clear. He is able to draw his weapon without worries. This is what he trained himself to do, this is how he survives, after all.
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There is destruction. There is blood. There is sweat.
Vaguely, he hears screaming.
His head is ringing, and he can’t feel his left leg. It takes a moment to realize what happened - a bomb had gone off, apparently. It knocked him off his feet and the air out of his lungs. The men that had been following behind him hadn’t been so lucky.
He is unsure of how long he has been out – but it couldn’t have been more than five to ten minutes. The fires created had yet to burn out, and the bodies were still fresh. Frustrated, he turns his face away the gruesome scene.
His leg is still there - but a fresh gash is embedded into the side. He bleeds profusely, but this doesn’t stop him. Survival sometimes comes easy to him - somehow, he is still alive. There must be a reason for it, and so he stands, ignoring the pain shooting up his leg and moves. His enemies must sometimes get frustrated that he won’t die so easily.
He shoots down whoever he sees. The enemy’s reflexes are slow and clumsy, and he has plenty of time to take them down. Even though running takes a toll on his leg, even though he is forced to see the remains of men, he still moves. And he keeps surviving.
She is at the forefront of his mind. Getting back to her is the only thing that makes sense to him now.
As he breaks through the trees, his eyes fall onto the sight of a young boy. He remembers seeing his face around the base before, he has a younger sister as well ( and her body lays a few feet away ).
His stomach is suddenly filled with ice.
The women and children…!
He sees more bodies thrown around - three women and five children, so far. Some with overwhelming burns, others with bullets within their bodies. His grinds his teeth, pushes himself to move faster.
Panic isn’t something he does normally. Not since–
He rounds the corner - an elder woman is crouched on the ground, praying. He moves past her swiftly. His men are there, armed. Though it is a smaller number than before, they have still successfully kept the grounds safe and he almost falls to his knees at the relief.
It is short-lived, however.
For when they see him, the looks on their faces tell him enough.
Apparently, his world is able to shatter fairly easily.
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She suffered two bullets to the back - one directly hit her mid-spine and the other made it through her chest.
She didn’t die instantly.
It turns out they were right.
It was a girl.
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Years pass in a blur.
There are many times where he asks himself - how am I still alive and she is not? Was this punishment - some type of punishment for the many wrongs he’d done? He can’t particularly blame the higher ups for that, then.
No, he blames himself.
He always blames himself.
There are many nights where he lay in bed, unable to sleep. Where he is unable to even force food into his mouth without growing sick at the taste. Where his gaze falls onto the pistol on his bedside and suddenly he has it in his mouth, aiming upwards.
He’s forcing himself to suffer, isn’t he?
He deserves this. I deserve this, I deserve this.
He tries not to think of her often. He isn’t very good at that. He is also unsure whether or not to call the dreams she’s in nightmares. Do they count as nightmares if he strives every night - if only he can get a few minutes of rest - to see her face?
It’s torture.
I deserve this. I deserve this.
He doesn’t even give into the hallucinations anymore. She touches his back, right over where his heart is - it’s still beating, why? She kisses his jaw, feather light and ghostly. She sits on his stomach while he’s laying there, watching her lips move. He doesn’t try to touch her ( she’s not real, she’s not fucking real ).
Slowly, his eyes flicker over to the gun sitting on his bedside table.
I deserve this.
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He keeps himself busy, because what else is there to do.
A gun in his hand, smoke leaving his mouth, liquor within his stomach. How he has survived this long, he will never know. He is reckless with his life - he even starts fights only to give up in the middle and allow them free reign.
Nothing is as painful. Not even broke ribs and a punctured lung.
They can probably tell he wants death from looking into his eyes. Which is why they won’t give it to him. They’re sadists, they beat him half to death and then leave him. His body will not quit, it won’t give up from any of it.
It does what it knows. It survives.
Whether he likes it or not.
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Every morning, he remembers her.
He remembers her touch, he remembers her smile, he remembers her eyes.
She was protective. She was determined. She was generous.
She was everything he was not - she could see the beauty in things. Even in him.
She was a girl who wanted to save the world. But not save herself.
He loved ( hated ) that about her.
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“You’ll die like this. It’s a pity.”
Kougami ignores the voice - for it inside his head. Pointedly, he looks away from the person in front of him, the smile, the familiar slouch of shoulders.
“It’s really a shame.”
His hands tighten into fists between his legs.
Makishima smiles again. “Is this how you want to die? Here?”
In the middle of nowhere. Where no one would find his body. Yeah, it sounded pretty good to him.
“I never thought I’d see something like this. For someone such as yourself to fall here.”
Heh.
Kougami closes his eyes.
A few seconds later, he distinctly hears the Illusion walk away. He will not talk to the dead - he decided that a long time ago.
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Four years.
When he looks at the calendar for the first time, he realizes it’s been four years.
There is this dull throb that resonates through him. But he’s starting to realize it will always be there.
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“You look like shit.”
“…I feel like shit.”
His voice is rough, but soft. He has not spoken aloud in so long, it feels foreign. The woman in front of him pushes back her long hair, eyeing him for a few moments, “…Are you sure you’re up for this?”
He can do nothing but stare at her.
She releases a sign, but moves out of the doorway to let him through. There is clear hesitation in his steps, mouth tilted down in a grimace as he steps inside. The apartment is clean, even though the neighborhood wasn’t as good as he would prefer. He was starting to realize - the rest of the world could probably never be as stable as Japan.
He’s glad he will never have to go back there.
She is probably waiting for him to take a seat, but instead, he stays standing, shoving hands within his pockets. He looks a mess - he knows it. Five o’clock shadow, hair strewn every which way across his head, shirt wrinkled. Still, she says nothing about it.
“I’ll go and get her. Don’t worry - she’s quiet. And she loves new people.”
He doesn’t say anything.
She leaves the room and he is left alone.
A few minutes later, the door to the kitchen opens again.
He looks up and stares.
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Vaguely, he wonders how many times his world can break and restart ( over and over and over and over and over again ).
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The small girl stares back. Her hair is short, barely reaching her shoulders. She is still wearing pajamas, but her expression is curious and open.
His heart was slamming so hard against his ribcage, he thinks it will bruise.
Slowly, she steps further into the room, the door closing behind her. There is three feet between them, she is small and delicate and he is large and unyielding.
His hand reaches up on its own record and rubs down the expanse of his jaw, the action made out of pure instinct. He felt like he would bolt at any second - he didn’t know the face of his demons would look this way.
His eyes were beginning to sting.
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He hesitates. There is tension between them. She tilts her head slightly to the side, chin up to look at him fully.
“Aoi-chan, don’t be rude. Say hello,” Says the woman behind her - she’d stepped into the room to watch.
The young girl blinks, as though she was being broken from her thoughts. Quickly, she bows to him, “Hello, my name is Aoi.” Her voice - fuck, her voice is small, words slightly slurred and thick from her age.
This really is torture. His heart felt like it would burst out of his chest any minute. His eyes wouldn’t stop stinging. The impossible weight of the world was holding him down. Scars - new and old - burned on his body.
He opens his mouth to say something - anything - but nothing comes out and he is forced to close it. He’s pretty sure his throat is closed up pretty tightly at this point.
“What’s your name?”
He stares. Her large amber eyes stare up at him. It takes him a few seconds - probably ten. But she waits, patient. “Kougami Shinya.”
Her lips mouth the name a couple times, as though to commit it to memory. He does not move for a long time, but when he does, his knees feel weak and he is forced to crouch in front of her.
He doesn’t touch her. He doesn’t want to ruin something else - not her.
Her eyes are alight with questions, thick lashes fluttering when she blinks. Her hair is messy. They hold eye contact for what seems like hours, her head still tilted slightly to the side as though she was trying to figure him out.
Finally, she smiled.
In that same instant, his breath was stolen away from him.
“Kougami Shinya, it’s nice to meet you.”
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She looks just like her mom.
Kogami & Akane + Quotes
-Welcome to my space travel! This comic based on 707’s ticket which created by Cheritz. You could watching video version on vimeo or youtube as well.
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Psycho-Pass 3 Actor AU! ✨
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By far the most adorable Fan art I have seen.
by: Komatsuna.
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Midnight Train (Part 4/4)
Prompt: Naru and Mai shares a dream (or multiple dreams), but neither of them know they’re actually sharing it. - @seoulsborne123
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A week later, a client finally came in with a promising case. Promising, in that at least it didn’t sound totally bogus, but it was still the type of case that Naru normally wouldn’t take interest in. Nonetheless, he accepted the job, to Lin’s visible surprise.
The next issue was whether this case actually had any legit paranormal activity, and if not, would Gene even appear? Naru had Mai contact Masako right away, and while they were setting up the base, she spotted him checking a hand mirror periodically.
They had managed to get through the past week without another spree of nightmares, but Mai could tell he was impatient to get his dreams back to himself. She tried not to take it personally.
Masako arrived on the evening of the first day. So far, they had collected very little data, and their investigation showed that the reported phenomena could be easily explained.
Mai watched anxiously as Masako walked around the house. At last, she came to a stop.
“There is a spirit here,” she said.
They breathed a sigh of relief.
“It is the spirit of an old man,” Masako went on to explain. “I see this kind often. I believe he must have passed away in his sleep and simply hasn’t realized he has died. It would be very easy to purify him.” She turned to Naru. “Shall I?”
“No,” said Naru, a bit too quickly.
Masako blinked.
“I’d like to gather more data first,” he lied. “If you could please come back tomorrow.”
“If you insist,” she smiled.
Mai facepalmed and sent the medium a mental apology. This wasn’t what it looked like!
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That night, Naru and Mai left Lin to watch the base and went to bed at the same time. This earned them a suspicious look, but they could deal with that later.
They sat in the train compartment and waited. And waited.
Finally, they heard someone walking down the corridor. Gene appeared outside the door, and his face lit up when he saw them inside.
He opened the door and came inside. “It worked!” he said.
Naru stood up. “Like hell it did.”
Oh shit, Mai thought. She could actually see the murderous aura gathering around him. Naru was furious.
As his brother approached, Gene’s smile widened nervously. “N-Noll?”
Naru grabbed his twin by the shirt collar, and Mai decided now would be a good time to intervene.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” She cut in between them, holding Naru back as best she could. “You can’t kill your dead brother!”
“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” Naru seethed.
“I’m sorry?” Gene looked confused. “I didn’t know if it would work! It was just an idea I had…and then I fell asleep before I could fully see it through…why, did something go wrong?”
“Oh, Gene…” Mai groaned.
“What?” he looked at her, now worried.
“It worked,” Naru said through grit teeth. “And it’s been stuck that way for over a week.”
“Oh.” Gene looked between them. “Oh.”
They watched as the news continued to sink in.
Then finally, Gene put on a smile. “Did you guys have fun though?”
Naru smacked him upside the head.
“NARU!”
“I’m sorry!” Gene put up his hands defensively. “I’m sorry, both of you! I just…ow, why does that hurt, I’m not even alive…”
“Give me one good reason not to do it again,” Naru said.
Gene hung his head. “I’m sorry…I only wanted to see if I could meet you face-to-face, instead of just through a mirror. So I thought, maybe this way…”
There was an awkward silence.
Naru lowered his hand and let out a sigh. “If you ever pull something like this again, I swear, I will exorcise you.”
“Naru!”
“I guess that’s fair,” Gene smiled weakly. “It is good seeing you again, though. Despite the violence.”
“And? Can you undo this?” Naru crossed his arms, with an unspoken ‘you’d better.’
“I’ll try my best.” Gene turned to Mai. “I’m really sorry, Mai. I didn’t mean to subject you to my brother’s subconscious for that long.”
“Oh, it’s okay,” she said, blushing a little. “It was, um…interesting.”
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Naru huff and look away. A little bit of regret settled in her heart.
——
Mai and Naru saw Gene out at the doorway to their compartment.
“Just sit still, you two. I’ll go get this figured out.” Gene wandered off down the corridor.
As they watched him go, Mai gripped the door frame for support.
“Hey, Naru?” she asked. “Before we wake up…can I ask you something?”
“What?”
“Do you ever dream about me?”
Naru hesitated.
She already knew the answer. And judging by the look on his face, he knew that she knew.
“Sometimes,” he admitted.
Mai knew that wasn’t necessarily a good thing, as she’d seen before. But judging by how unphased he’d looked seeing her in his dream the first time, she hoped those instances didn’t all become nightmares.
Midnight Train (Part 3/4)
Prompt: Naru and Mai shares a dream (or multiple dreams), but neither of them know they’re actually sharing it. - @seoulsborne123
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“Mai. We need to talk.”
Those were the first words Naru said when she came into the office. Apparently, he had been waiting for her, sitting on the sofa and watching the door.
Before she could say anything back, Naru stood and went to his office, beckoning her to follow.
“Close the door behind you,” he said, sitting in his chair. Mai did so, and stood before his desk, twisting her fingers together.
The air felt heavy. Naru couldn’t seem to look her in the eye, and settled on staring at his desk. He hesitated to speak, choosing his words carefully.
“Have you had any…unusual dreams lately?”
Mai took a deep breath. Last night, after continuous nightmares, most involving finding Naru dead in various ways, she had woken up in tears, and promptly vomited. It had taken her a while to regain composure after that, and even now, she felt shaken. She’d seen awful things like that before, but seeing it happen to someone she knew was something else.
Given all of that, she decided to be honest. “I’ve been seeing dreams of being on a train. With you. And last night…it was awful. I went to look in the other compartments, but…I only found horrible things. You…you were…” She put a hand to her mouth, as another wave of nausea washed over her.
Naru held up his hand, signaling that that was enough.
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“Eugene Davis is one of his brothers” - HOW MANY DOES HE HAVE?!?!?!
Midnight Train (Part 2/4)
By @csakuras
Prompt: Naru and Mai shares a dream (or multiple dreams), but neither of them know they’re actually sharing it. - @seoulsborne123
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That day at the office, Mai tried to avoid Naru as much as possible, still feeling awkward.
Fortunately, Naru seemed to be avoiding her too. The most she saw of him all day was when he called for tea, and even then…
The door to Naru’s office cracked open. Mai jumped.
Through the crack, he said curtly, “Tea.” Then closed it again.
She groaned, sinking down into her chair. “Ugh…”
Yasuhara chuckled. “Would you like me to get it?”
“Please?”
He stood and headed to the kitchenette. “Did something happen between you two?”
“No…?” Mai frowned and shook her head. “I don’t think so.”
“Then why so tense? You’ve both been prickly all day.”
“I don’t know, why don’t you ask him,” she grumped, crossing her arms. “I know I didn’t do anything wrong.” At least, not while awake…
Yasuhara returned from the kitchenette carrying a cup of tea. “Very well. I think I’ll ask.”
Mai watched intently as he disappeared into Naru’s office. But when Yasuhara emerged again, the amused twinkle had left his eye, replaced with a puzzled look.
“What? What’d he say?”
“Well…he denied that anything had happened between you two. When I asked about the tension, he said I must be imagining things.”
“Wait. So he didn’t blame me for anything? Not even one little thing?”
Yasuhara tilted his head. “If you had bothered him somehow, he would usually make some complaint…”
“Right? He’d say something petty like, ‘Why can’t she keep quiet?’ or call me stupid.”
“You know him so well,” Yasuhara chuckled.
“Then I guess it doesn’t have anything to do with me after all…” Mai mused. Which should have been a relief. But something didn’t feel right. What was bothering Naru? And why did she feel somehow responsible?
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Midnight Train (Part 1/4)
By @csakuras
Prompt: Naru and Mai shares a dream (or multiple dreams), but neither of them know they’re actually sharing it. - @seoulsborne123
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Rolling green fields and pastures streamed by in the window. A quaint countryside the likes of which she’d only ever seen in movies. Mai stared, taking it in. “Is this…England?”
She then looked around, examining her surroundings. She sat in a cozy train compartment. Alone, except for one other person.
Naru sat across from her, clad in his usual black suit. He was shuffling a deck of cards. Over and over, the cards flowed through his hands like water. His eyes focused, but at the same time, lost in thought. It appeared almost meditative.
She watched him for a while, mesmerized. Then finally spoke up.
“Hey. So where are we headed?”
He paused, and his gaze drifted out the window. But then, as if deeming it too much trouble to figure out, he just shrugged.
“Huh? What kind of answer is that?”
But Naru resumed shuffling, paying her no more attention.
Mai sighed. Out of a lack of anything else to do, she looked back out the window. Just in time to catch sight of white puffballs scattered about the scenery.
She gasped. “Wow! Are those sheep?”
Now she was glued to the window.
“Look, Naru!” She waved towards him. “Aww, they’re so cute!”
Naru paused again. He looked up, first at her, and then out the window.
When he spoke, his voice was oddly soft. “Yeah…”
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I often wonder what happened to authors of unfinished fanfictions.
Hi! I have a question and I wonder if you could help me: regarding Naru's psychometry, is it restricted to objects only, or does it work when touching other people/living beings? I only read the manga and I can't really remember if there's any explanation related to this, and lately i've read some fanfics and got confused about what is canon information and fanon interpretation/headcanon. Thank you!
Hello there! These asks are sort of related. Enough that I want to answer them together. So, as far as I know, it’s never mentioned in the novels or short stories whether Naru’s psychometry works on living targets. Whenever his psychometry is discussed, it just sort of talks about objects. It mentions that he either merely sees information or he synchs with a target, i.e., the person related to the object. The stronger the emotion, the deeper the connection, and the harder it is to resist the vision. Naru mentions he was borrowing some clothes from Gene when he had a vision of his death.
To this, Mai asks, “Suddenly? You didn’t do something trying to synch with him deliberately?”
To which Naru replies, “That kind of intention isn’t always necessary. Rejecting it requires will, however.”
So if Naru’s psychometry works on living targets, then he might not always be able to control seeing visions from being touched by another person. This is a very popular fanon explanation for why Naru doesn’t like to be touched. However, I haven’t noticed Naru being averse to all touch unless it’s of an intimate nature. Even then, it’s only if you’re not in his inner circle. In the short story Eugene, Gene mentions that Naru just doesn’t know how to deal with it:
Noll wasn’t comfortable with physical contact. It was strange how uncomfortable he was with it. He could extremely coldly reject people he could ignore, but it really put him on the spot when it came to people he couldn’t ignore. That’s why they were so physical with Noll. It was one of the things Gene and Madoka did to tease him. And maybe even his parents were doing the same.—Eugene, translation by kagedreams
Gene doesn’t mention anything about the psychometry. But I feel like Naru’s family and friends would respect his personal space if he did have to deal with something like that. Even Lin, who is very concerned about the burden of Naru’s psychometry, touches Naru’s shoulder or head occasionally, which doesn’t bother Naru at all.
And if we actually look up the term psychometry, it’s defined as, “the supposed ability to discover facts about an event or person by touching inanimate objects associated with them.” It’s based on the assertion that inanimate objects have energy fields that transfer knowledge.
If that’s the case, then why doesn’t Naru like being touched? To quote Masako, “It seems that’s just Naru’s personality.” I would also attribute a lot of it to his childhood (which you can read about in the short story His Reality). While Naru and Gene weren’t physically abused (thanks to their father being “disgusted” by their abilities and never being home), they were most definitely emotionally abused/ neglected. Naru claims this didn’t leave any mental scars, but it probably had some effect. The neglect they faced probably left him confused about how to react to displays of affection. The fact that Gene had the opposite reaction and loves physical contact is probably just personality.
tl;dr
No, there isn’t any canon to support that Naru’s psychometry works on living targets (that I know of), and the literature on psychometry doesn’t seem to support this either.
And it’s probably not so much that Naru doesn’t like being touched, more that he has no idea what to do about it so it makes him uncomfortable. It confuses him. So much so that he completely froze for a full minute when Masako took his arm. But he definitely doesn’t restrict himself from touching other people.
Icing on the Cake
For: @books-tea-ghosts
From: @samantha-girlscout
Hello lovely, Lily! I’m sorry that you were the one ghosted this year. I thought about continuing Quality Ingredients (I swear I will some day), but nothing was coming out for that and instead this did. In a way it’s kind of a spiritual successor to that and A Small Reprieve (where the OC in this came from), But it’s also it’s own thing. It mostly came from your comment about how Naru deserves to be happy. I agree whole-heartedly. I hope you like this!
Naru knew something was up the moment he opened the front door.
It was just him and Ellen this Month. Mai had some business back in Japan and they’d decided it was better for the two of them to stay behind. It was the start of Ellen’s ninth grade year and Naru had work he still had to attend to at the main SPR office. It only made sense for the two of them to stick it out until she came home.
Currently, they were almost three weeks in, and they’d established a system. Unless Ellen wanted to hang out at a friend’s house, she would come home and work on homework until Naru came home with dinner. Occasionally, his mother and father came over to cook, but that was only about once a week. Otherwise, it’s easy, familiar, and routine.
Until today.
It had been a rough day at the office. One of their investors wasn’t happy with the results of one of the most recent cases coming out of the Japan office. It had taken far too much of his day calming the man down so that he wouldn’t pull his funding. Between the amount of time it took and just how demanding the man was, Naru was ready to call it a day.
But, as he entered the house, he gave pause. It smelled as though something were burning. Thinking the worst, he immediately dropped everything and ran into the kitchen. As he crossed the threshold he found Ellen, in tears, looking dejectedly into a baking dish.
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Do you think that "Freaks" by Inada Shiho is ever going to get translates?
Hello Nonny.
If I had to guess it won't get an official translation. Pure speculation on my part, but based on the fact that there are no official translations for any of the short stories or anything like that well then I think it sets a strong precedent.
As for fan translations? Well, we(the fandom) have a nice little collection of ghost hunt fanslators who liek to surprise us with little gems of translation when they get the chance. And, I think, at least one of them does have a copy of Freaks so, never say never.
With any luck down of them might see this ask and feel inspired.
I’m listening to The Crpytid Keeper podcast and the first episode is about skin-walkers and probably the scariest thing about them is that they can mimic voices of people you know to lure you outside. This reminded me of a creepypasta I listened to years ago where a girl heard her mom call from upstairs, but then her mom grabbed her as she went by and was like, “That wasn’t me.”
So, just imagine SPR is investigating this big, old house. Mai goes off to adjust a camera and when she comes out of the room, she hears Naru call her name from another room down the hall. When she looks towards the room, the door is sitting slightly ajar. She doesn’t move because she’s a little scared for some reason. What’s Naru doing in that room? They don’t have cameras there, just a mic for the hallway. She takes a hesitant step when someone suddenly grabs her wrist and quickly covers her mouth, effectively silencing her gasp.
It’s Lin. He looks ever so slightly alarmed, but it’s barely noticeable. He says quietly, “Naru’s in base.”
Meanwhile, back in base, Naru’s staring confused at the door because Lin just threw his headphones down without a word and rushed out of the room.
At this point, I can almost see Ko and Akane sitting down at lunch in silence and hesitating to go beyond small talk because they’re genuinely confused that nothing’s blown up yet.
Just a little HC I thought up cause itself been a minute since I posted one on here...
When Kougami takes Akane out to eat after picking her up (see First Inspector film for those who don't know), he catches her staring at him several times during the meal. Eventually he decides to ask her why she's doing this-
"Is there something on my face? You look like you want to say something."
And Akane gives him her sweet smile, shakes her head and gestures in apology before replying
"It's nothing, Kougami-san. I just wanted...to make sure you were really there, that's all."
Kou raises a brow and Akane returns to happily chowing down on the yummy food he bought her
Bonus HC: After this, Kougami ends up staring at Akane cause she looks so happy when she eats and he can't get enough of seeing her like that
HECK YEAH NEW GHOST HUNT CONTENT!!!
top three favorite scenes from any of the psycho pass seasons/films?
We’re just going to have to go with the ones I’ve seen.
1. Ko and Akane driving back from Saiga’s. There’s something about that scene I love, and while there were more pauses and moments of downtime in the first season than some of the later installments (from what I’ve seen, at least), there’s something about the quietness of it and the peacefulness that stands out. It’s a layered conversation that implies a certain heaviness but still serves as a moment for Ko and Akane to get to know each other.
2. The scene in season 2 where Akane wonders if the scent of cigarette smoke is sticking to her is one of the more underrated ones in my opinion, and I think more than anything that just has to do with the overall quality of season 2. I love it though because we’re continuing to see growth from Akane: how much she’s matured, changed, and how her ability to accept the world around her for what it is has taken on a different (and slightly darker) tone. That small moment when she’s sitting alone in her room in the dark letting the cigarette burn does such a beautiful job of showing her vulnerability and the side of her that hasn’t fully accepted some aspect of her life. There’s something so raw and undeniably human about it that it makes a far greater impact than any of the hallucination scenes (which I don’t particularly like). It’s one of those small moments that brings depth and balance to a series that likes to focus on the theoretical and ideology, and it’s also one where you’re reminded of how strong, deeply rooted, and almost incomprehensible the connection between two people can be. It’s also more painful because that other person isn’t there, and you can see how even though she continues to grow stronger it’s made a substantial impact. At the same time, we have the context as the audience to know how much more damaged she’s become as time has progressed, and we know someone she might have shared that with previously is no longer in the picture. There’s no answer for her in that moment: not in the case, not in the situation she’s in, or anything else. There’s an emptiness to it that’s heartbreaking.
3. We of course have to go back to the scene where Akane has a moment to talk with Ko in the film on the balcony when they can’t sleep. It’s one of the quieter scenes in the film, but in my opinion, it’s one of the scenes where the most is actually happening. The tension’s unbearably thick, and it’s apparent how much is on both of their minds that they want to say. Yet like reality would have it, at that point, there’s almost no way to even begin breaking down those careful barriers. Those barriers are there and they conflict so starkly (and nicely) with the unspoken trust they still have with each other. There’s so much the audience is left wondering too, and we can feel them both trying to read the other, trying to unravel what’s going through the other’s mind until they finally start to peel back those layers themselves. The atmosphere and mood of that scene are incredible–even the setting, lighting, and the arguably more telling nonverbal communication between them that somehow showed through (this is animated–I still can’t fathom how they pulled that off) makes it a standout even if it was terribly rushed towards the end.
Dear writers,
That’s the kind of balance and maturity we want to see.
Honorable mentions:
4. Gino complimenting Akane early on in the first season and sharing Ko’s file with her is one of the things that quickly established him as a flawed and jaded human, not just an asshole. It’s a subtle moment that brilliantly introduces some nuance with his character, and it gives us a sense of his motives that we can understand even if we don’t like how he’s going about them. It gives us reason for his approach and behavior, and it pairs perfectly with the hints they’ve been dropping of his own past with Masaoka/his family.
5. Gino talking to his therapist is another standout for me. By that point we already know he’s on a downward spiral, but there’s an added vulnerability to him that shows through in how he talks about Akane and how she’s inspired him. The writers and animators both did an incredible job balancing the stakes that are clearly being raised with his own psyche and this newfound sense of purpose that conflict in a painfully real way.
Fantastic question! I appreciate you asking.
Once a Year.
How could she be able to keep his location a secret for so long?
It had been 10 years since Kogami left.
It was really irking Ginoza Nobichika to no end that his former partner wouldn’t tell him where his best friend was.
She would leave for a few days every year, off to wherever Kogami was. They would spend alone time and -ahem- reconnect with each other after their time apart.
No one really suspected anything until she came back after the second year they had started to meet up. They had been careless. Akane was pregnant, and she had no explanation of who the father of the child could be.
Of course Gino knew. It was too obvious to him. Yayoi stayed out of it because she knew it was none of her business what her boss did on her days off. Mika had been a little overwhelmed taking control of Division One during Akane’s maternal leave. But in the end, they made it through. A baby girl named Ayaka made her way in to the world and things began to settle down.
Akane still took time off to go and meet up with Kogami on her own. She would leave her daughter with the only person she knew she could trust, and come back home as if she had just taken a business trip. Inspector Tsunemori only admitted what she had been doing after she had become pregnant again. Gino was livid, but he promised not to tell anyone.
Everything was fine for a while after she had her son, Shou. They grew up as well as any child could coming in and out of the department on a daily basis. Ayaka had a really sharp mind because of it.
Kogami was definitely aware of the fact that he was a father, and after Shou was born he and Akane agreed that they would be extra careful from then on.
Ayaka and Shou had never met their father, and it wasn’t until Shou had turned five that he asked about him for real. Eight year old Ayaka had already heard about him from the times she asked her mother and Uncle Gino about where he was. She was used to it just being the three of them.
They were sitting down eating dinner one night when Shou spoke up.
“Mama, did you know that babies are made because mommies and daddies love each other?”
“Yes, sweetie, I did.” Akane nodded as she took a bite of her food.
“So, you and my daddy love each other, don’t you?”
“Of course.”
“Then why don’t me and sis have a little brother?”
Akane began to choke at this question. After coughing it out and regaining her composure, she turned to her son.
“Shou… Where is all of this coming from?”
Shou sighed and looked seriously at his mother with the same gray eyes his father passed on to him.
“My friend from school said that his mama and daddy are going to have a new baby. He said that it’s because his daddy lives with them that they love each other. He also said that my daddy doesn’t love me as much as his daddy loves him because my daddy doesn’t live with us.”
“Oh, Shou.” Akane smiled and ruffled the small boy’s brown hair. “Your daddy loves us. He’s just got a lot of busy work that he has to do to save the world. That’s why he doesn’t come home.”
“But how was Shou made, mama?” Ayaka asked after quietly observing their conversation.
“Well… When a mommy and a daddy love each other a lot they-”
“Because my friend said that her mommy and daddy had sex.”
Akane gaped at her eight year old daughter, surprised at the words that she spoke.
“Well, it’s true, right?” She looked up, giving her a serious look.
“What’s sex?” Shou asked his big sister.
“Hey, Shou… Why don’t you go and check to make sure Uncle Gino has had dinner?”
“Okay, mama!” He grinned, forgetting his question, and went to go and call his favorite babysitter.
“Ayaka… Do you know what sex is?” Akane carefully made her voice sound steady as she asked her question.
“It’s when a mama and a papa get naked and wrestle each other around until they get tired.” Ayaka answered, sounding annoyed. “You know that, mama. You and papa do it when you see each other.”
Akane’s face became red from embarrassment. How did her daughter know this much?
“At least, that’s what I heard miss Karanomori talking about. She was using words that I didn’t know, though.” She casually took a sip of her water. “So, I asked Uncle Gino.”
“And what did he tell you?”
“The same crap you were going to say.” She answered in the same blunt way that Kogami would have. “So, I asked my friend in grade three what it meant. She showed me some pictures she found on her tablet and told me.”
“Uh huh… So is there anything else your friend told you?”
“The tooth fairy isn’t real.” Ayaka looked at her mother and stood. “I’m still asking about Santa, but no one knows the truth about that fat man.”
Akane pursed her lips together, trying not to laugh at the seriousness in her child’s voice that reminded her so much of her lover.
“Do YOU know the truth?” She put her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes.
“Sybil never catches him on the scanners or anything, but I hear his Psychopass is clearer than anyone I know of.” Akane said. “But we still need to get more evidence.”
“I’ll get it…” Ayaka quietly said to herself, not knowing Akane heard her. She turned and walked away, deep in thought, and left the sex talk with her mother. She had more important things to research.
Later that night, Kogami called Akane.
“Inspector Tsunemori here.” She answered like normal.
“Hey you.”
“Oh. Hey.” Akane answered, looking around to make sure that the kids were sound asleep. She quietly slipped out of the room so she and her former subordinate could speak more freely.
“What are you wearing?” Kogami joked, causing Akane to laugh.
“I miss that laugh.” His gruff voice spoke on the other end of their connection.
“We all miss you…” Akane whispered.
There was a long silence before Kogami spoke again.
“So… How are the kids?”
“We had quite an interesting conversation tonight, actually.” Akane chuckled to herself, going back to what her daughter had said.
“Oh? What about?”
“Well, our son asked about babies being made.”
“No way!” Kogami laughed. “What did you say?”
“I didn’t have time to really say anything. Aya started talking about sex.”
“… What?”
“She said that she had heard Shion talking about us having sex. So she had done research and asked Gino, who gave her an answer she wouldn’t accept.” Akane explained.
“And…?”
“She asked an older friend at school, who happened to have pictures.”
“Ugh. Oh god.” Kogami sighed. “So, what did you do?”
“I asked her about it… And all she really knows is that you get naked and wrestle around.”
Kogami began to laugh. “I was afraid you were going to say that she actually knew what an org-“
“Kogami!” Akane cut him off.
“Yeah, yeah.” He snickered. “You were saying.”
“Anyway… I think we have a future inspector on our hands.”
“Oh really?”
“She’s as relentless as you. She won’t stop looking until she gets an answer.”
“That sounds like you. You found me, didn’t you?”
“Yeah… I guess so.”
“Don’t give me all of the credit, Akane. You’re doing such a damn good job raising our kids.” Kogami reassured her. “I promise I will find my way around the System so I can be with you. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“I have to go now. I’ll talk to you soon. Don’t go wrestling naked men unless they’re me, Inspector.” He chuckled.
“Very funny.” Akane rolled her eyes.
“Hey… It’s midnight.” Kogami noted. “We get to see each other sooner this year, so try to hold on a little longer.”
“You’re right.” Akane smiled to herself. “Happy new year, Shinya.”
“Happy new year, Akane.”
(A/N: Shoot me. I’m terrible!!)
Azusawa: Tell Karina to resign or else.
Arata: No, she won't!
Azusawa: Oh, come on! She lipsynced her whole political campaign!