#mxjima-evxrywhere

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Daigo sat in the garden at the Tojo Clan headquarters, eyes looking up. A nearly - finished cigarette was held firmly between his fingers. Eventually, the Chairman realized that there was someone else nearby ; he stiffened with the expectation of trouble  ―  only to realize when he glanced over his shoulder that it was none other than his own advisor.

          “I know I cut that officers’ meeting short today,” Daigo said as he stood. The Chairman casually put his free hand in his trouser pocket, half - turning to better face the other yakuza. “Frankly, I was tired of  ―  ”

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Being back here out of all places felt weird. It felt out of place. Even though she may haven been here for the longest. It always brought back memories from years before. The memories of the Empty Lot incident. No matter how much time has passed, the scars and the memories still remain around, being carried around with her. Tucked away, unable to be spoken to just anyone. Even when she returned back to the Massage Parlor after being gone for so long.

That day? She had a shift off early. The day isn't all that busy to begin with and not a lot of people came in anyways. So, they allowed her to get off early, though the tad bit of guilt nagged at her. Perhaps Makoto will visit later and check with them to see if they were busy or not.

Lost in thought, she didn't realized she bumped into another until she felt her body clashing with another. With an apologetic smile on her lips, she quickly bowed. Well, another bow that is after her apologies.

Then, she froze. Her eyes squinting slightly at the blurry figure before her. He looked familiar. Wait, didn't he stare her down a while back and dragged her ex-husband away to give him a talk? But that voice......

A voice from behind her made Alice’s head snap around, sharp gaze defensive as she saw the man at the other end of this ally. He’d been quiet, and quick. Good thing she understood Japanese. Her hand slowly wiping red off the edge of the Vorpal Blade from having been in a scuffle with some rather undesirable company. All of which had been sent fleeing. Some without a finger or two, one of Alice’s favorite reactionary moves. 

Uɴᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴀsᴋ ━ ﹗

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❝And I should believe that.....why?❞

Yeah, the guy had it right. Hit the nail on the head. Being the Mad Dog of Shimano, belonging to the Tojo Clan, held a great reputation. All the stories and rumors he has heard came into place, which gave away to some doubts at the words of "I didn't do it."

Even then, Yagami tried his best not to doubt too much. Being a detective, of course, had to work its magic hands. By that, he had to start questioning.

“That’s true.” Daigo nodded in agreement. “Nonetheless, I felt I owed it to the memory of Arakawa-san to linger for the extra day in case he changed his mind.” 

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The Chairman crosses his arms. He can’t help the amused smile that creeps through his more serious, thoughtful expression. “I understand, Majima-san,” Daigo replied, choosing his words carefully, “ ― BUT.

          I need you there nonetheless. Any rat worth the trouble this one has caused won’t be able to resist a room full of elites. I trust you’ll be able to figure out who it is while I have to entertain.”

          Another day, another murmur added to the story that there was something stirring in the depths of the Clan. These rumors had already cost Daigo a good deal of his valuable time ( and, frankly, PATIENCE ) over the past month, and the Chairman was determined to put them to bed this evening. He couldn’t let their source grow too confident.

“Don’t think I’m that stupid, Majima. I haven’t gone senile enough to think there’s hope I’ll die the way I want. You seem to have forgotten that I’m essentially ‘already dead’, as far as the media is concerned. At the very least...”

Kiryu pulls out a cigarette pack, and a lighter, and offers one to the Mad Dog.