#split mouth

The most fearsome Empyrean of all~

Zenigata took a slow and steadying breath. He reached out and picked up Fujiko’s folder. He leaned back in the loveseat carefully, as if in a boat that would tip over at the slightest miscalculation. He opened the file and forced his mind to make sense of what he was seeing.

There were typed accounts of sightings, a few mug shots, a few crime scene photos, a family tree and detailed genealogy chart, and pages upon pages of copied or hand written sketches and descriptions of—

“Kitsune?” Zenigata muttered, a very slight grin pulling at his mouth, “those pretty fox ladies from anime?”

“Not exactly, I mean… you saw Fujiko last night. I suppose you could call that a fox lady but I don’t think pretty is applicable in the kindest of sense,” Toshiko leaned forward to indicate a small passage. “Kitsune is just what we’ve decided to call her for the time being. It gives us a little bit of freedom with research and how we talk about cases when we can’t be sure who’s listening.”

“Ahhh, right,” Zenigata nodded, flipping past the stuff he knew. He frowned at the notes on the kitsune, mumbling out loud under his breath as he went, “’emotionally numb’, yeah, ‘needs to make a scene’, checks out, ‘highly volatile’, ‘extremely violent and unpredictable’. Yeah, that’s Fujiko all right,” he almost laughed.

“She’s capable of some pretty major hypnotism,” Toshiko offered, “some mild forms of illusions too. Her big driving force is attention—and not quite in the way you’d think,” the woman moved to her feet, folding her hands behind her back and looking like a strange mirror of her father as she paced. “You see oni like her are effectively numb and void of emotion. We think it has something to do with chemical imbalances in their brains. In order to feel anything the kitsune need to have attention—any kind of attention—to trigger what we consider to be normal emotional responses. When Fujiko walks into a room she needs to garner the most attention possible, and it doesn’t have to be good—as long as someone is thinking about her she’s got what she needs. Men and women desiring her, men and women jealous of her, men and women disapproving of her, all of that just gives her exactly what she needs.” Toshiko paused, “strangely enough though is that this doesn’t seem to hurt anyone. She doesn’t drain these people or turn them to zombies, she’s just feeding off the energy they are willingly giving to her by thinking of her.”

“Wait—so you’re implying that Fujiko was… is just a demon? An oni? Pure and simple? Implying that demons really exist and walk the earth?”

“Y-yes,” Toshiko frowned as she turned to her father, “I am.”

Excerpt from “Help, I want my Mummy!” an AU fic of sorts (By Falseprophet) about Lupin and the gang (Including Inspector Zenigata and his daughter Toshiko) trying to prevent an ancient and very valuable book from falling into the wrong hands. Some other classic figures, or their relatives at least, make appearances. This is the gang with a little something extra, like you have never seen them before.

Ya’ll want some LEMONS?!?

Spyk is my Overwatch OC who is a Junker.