#cixucci

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              Enforcer Hirako Shinji was not a happy camper. It had been months since they had finally shut down one keystone corner of the organization that was also infamously known on the streets as the Razorback, thanks to the capture and subsequent incarceration of one of their more prolific members, Cirucci Sanderwicci. Unfortunately - much to the CID's chagrin - instead of being set back by the considerably heavy blow (Ms. Sanderwicci had been a key figure in that gang), the Razorbacks had quickly recovered from the loss and simply carried on as per normal, and had even replaced their lost member with another one waiting in its ranks, operations resuming as per usual.

              Shinji was annoyed because it was as if all of his many months of hard work tracking down and eventually bringing in Cirucci had been for nothing, and to further add insult to injury, instead of the woman in question currently enjoying the prison facilities as well as all of its assorted services in their contained, white washed glory, his superiors had somehow decided that the purple haired female would be a valuable resource in their war against the Razorbacks, and so, in an arrangement that was very much similar to the deal that the MWPSB had offered to him a few years ago, they had extended the same pardon to the ex-Razorback member...and of course she had accepted.

              That was all well and good and not really any of Shinji’s business what the higher ups were planning to do…at least that was until he had been told that he would be in charge of the same woman whom he had caught and put in jail, and would be responsible for her actions out on the field as well, as a rookie Enforcer. The blond had not been very happy about this arrangement at all – he trusted the newest member of his unit even less than the distance he could throw her, and if he could not trust her to watch his back and vice versa…then they were definitely going to have a problem out on the field.

              Division 1 had just received an anonymous tip from a member of the public regarding the suspected movements of the Razorbacks at the downtown area of the city today, and Inspector Tsunemori had authorized both Shinji and his new partner to go down and check things out, while herself and Enforcer Nobuchika went off to chase another possible lead. Shinji privately thought that it was a bit reckless to put their newest Enforcer on this case when the latter was so personally connected to it, but for some reason, the Inspector seemed to trust Cirucci, and of course, it also didn’t hurt to have Shinji as a backup in case things suddenly went pear shaped.

              And so here they were now, in the downtown section of the city, trying to be as discreet as possible so as not to alert their target of their presence. Their Dominators had already been released to them, but were currently in a locked mode and safely concealed from the public. Shinji glanced at his partner as they casually merged with the bustling crowd on the streets, looking for all the world like a pair of passersby no different from the others walking around.

         “Ya still remember the parameters of this mission, right?          We’re just here ‘ta survey only, so we’re not expectin’ ‘ta           encounter possible resistance or battle.”

              In all actuality, they were just going to check out the new member who had so quickly taken over Cirucci’s position in the gang, and try to find out more about this yet to be identified individual whom they now only knew went by the moniker of ‘Viper.’  

               ☩ Cirucci stared – blinking a few times. Her mind raced to catch up with reality. Wondering if what she heard had been correct. ❝Uh, well… thanks. I think? Don’t really have to go that far though. I’m going to be fine.❞

-- ❝ I am well aware.

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              …What is she doing?

              The look on Shinji’s face was one of bafflement when the angry woman suddenly rounded upon him the moment they returned to the temple and immediately invaded his personal space. He had been so surprised by her actions that he didn’t even back away, eyebrows shooting right up to his hairline when she boldly reached for the ties of his hakama, very angrily and violently undoing the sash even as she demanded for him to get out of his clothes and take a bath, or so help me god.

        “What are you doing, pray tell?”

              He had asked her outright then, still not comprehending the reason behind her unreasonable actions. She had been pretty pissy ever since they went over to the Spirit Realm earlier to make some transactions and she had caught him about to be dragged into a teahouse by a gaggle of coquettish and winsome demoness courtesans, all thrilled to have such a powerful Tenko in their midst. Yes, in the Spirit Realm, he was actually something of a celebrity, though Cirucci had definitely not been amused by his status and apparent popularity with the other ladies.

              The fuming goddess had immediately charged in and scattered the crowd – a pity, since it had been a very long while since he had feminine company, present raging mistress notwithstanding – then quickly met up with the contacts that they had arranged to meet and concluded their business. Cirucci had been particularly testy throughout the entire encounter and kept scowling at her familiar the entire while, but once that was done the duo had then headed for home in very short order.

              Now here they were, with Shinji being hauled towards the bath area of the temple by his irate Mistress, an increasingly obstinate look creeping over his features, starting to resemble a sullen and resisting pet being dragged off against its will for a much needed bath time.

        “I do not stink.”  

              Shinji had been rather offended by his Mistress’s caustic remarks. He was immaculately groomed as usual, though perhaps smelling excessively flowery, thanks to the transfer of perfume onto his person when one of the vixens had draped herself over him earlier. He didn’t really mind it all that much, but apparently Cirucci did. Funny; he didn’t think that her nose was that sensitive. 

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“Why are you covered in blood?“

              Shinji swore silently under his breath at his Mistress’s abrupt question. Talk about being walked in upon at a bad time. He had been sure that she was supposed to be at the far side of the mountains today dealing with a dispute between two families of snake demons, so it had certainly been a surprise to see her here now, of all places.

              Judging by the expression on her face as she gazed upon his blood soaked form, the golden fox just knew that he was in trouble. Again. Still, he schooled his features and tilted his head slightly to the side, as if he wasn’t currently standing over the cooling carcass of a hawk demon, his normally tilted eyes widened just a tad larger than usual to emphasize harmless curiosity and innocent nonchalance.

         “Ah. Cirucci, you’re back early. Have you          settled the problems with those snakes          already?”

              Shinji would have preferred to tag along too, but he had been expressly forbidden since the wild fox was still largely feared by most of the inhabitants residing within Cirucci’s domain, and for good reason too. The first time the mountain goddess had brought him along to mediate a quarrel between a badger demon and a lizard youkai, the blond had concisely solved the problem by slaughtering the reptile right in front of everyone and then laying its dead body at Cirucci’s feet, looking all too pleased with himself for a well done job the entire while. Unfortunately, he was the only one satisfied with the outcome and in the aftermath Cirucci had made him kneel outside the shrine for the next two days in penance for his action.

              Shinji sobered slightly at that thought. He really didn’t want to spend another two more days kneeling anywhere. His vulpine ears folded back slightly at the displeasing thought, and worse still, he had a suspicion that Cirucci was going to yell again. She could hit notes high enough that even the human ear could not hear her frequency when she really got going, and Shinji really, really, wanted to avoid that, for the sake of his poor, sensitive hearing.

         “Before you start to lecture me again, I’ve          got a good reason for this. You have been          working really hard lately, so I was going to          make dinner for you. You didn’t seem to          enjoy the frog legs stir fry the last time, so           perhaps you may prefer bird soup instead.”

[Continued from here.]

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