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madimpossibledreamerI have mixed feelings about Death Mark 2, but the Departed realizing Mashita is her biggest rival and all the Mark Bearers looking after Yashiki because he refuses to do it himself are both great.
Main Points:
Death Mark/Shiin
Chapter Summary: There might be a general conspiracy to take care of the old man.
Word Count: 780
Rating: Teen
Mashita has a crush he hasn't acted on yet (which means it doesn't follow directly from my previous stories)
Spoilers: Spoilers for the first and second game are mild but do exist.
Mashita growls a little to himself. It’s too late—or too early, depending on your point of view—to be dealing with brats, but then again, in his opinion it’s never really a good time. Then again, this is half his own fault, since he wouldn’t even be dealing with it if not for the fact that he’s chosen to involve himself in the life of an old man with glasses, solely based on annoying feelings that aren’t going away no matter how much he’d like them to.
Eh. He’ll take this as an excuse to smoke. He wouldn’t have even picked up if not for the fact that the only reason any of the Mark-Bearers would be calling him is about Yashiki. He’s got a pretty good idea of what it’s about, too, but it’s not like he’s going to make this any easier on her. He heads outside, remembering to lock the door.
“Yeah? Spit it out already.” Tapping out a cigarette, then the lighter. Breathing in. That’s better.
“Oh, um. Sorry.” More subdued, but not to the point, which isn’t what he asked. Adults were bad at following directions sometimes, too, but at least half the time he was arresting them at the time, or at least booking them, so they couldn’t just get away with it. “Code Mary?”
That’s annoying. He’d been...well. Yashiki had been doing better about taking help, and it was nowhere near the climax of the thing (when he tends to get the worst about it) mostly because, from what got passed along, he’d been wandering around aimlessly dancing to this Departed’s tune. And it’s not like Mashita’s the type to hope. Hope is useless, essentially just an excuse to do nothing and let it all sort itself out. But something about the school is making him worse. Maybe actually losing people over and over again, when he hadn’t even finished grieving his sister, or some damned ghost magic, or the fact that spirit after spirit involved bullying…
Yashiki hasn’t talked about it. Even after he’d regained his memories, he barely talked about his past as Kujou. But it’s pretty clear for a trained detective. That kind of lack of self-worth doesn’t come from nowhere, and brats can be vicious. There’s something almost admirable about that, how honest they are about their hate, rather than just learning to hide it behind a remark here or a glare there, behind the ugly veneer of ‘civilized’. But it’s easy, especially for someone sensitive and gentle, to take those words as fact.
He might be able to wrap this up soon, but it’s not up to him. Cases aren’t, really. They go until they’re done. Of course, if you’re like Yashiki and getting too distracted to actually look for clues…
“We were prepared for this,” he responds casually, like he doesn’t even care (that’s a lie, but he’s not going to be honest about this of all things). “Daimon asked that bitch Hiroo to stand in for him, and she’s not going to listen to the crap Yashiki says. Call the fortune teller, too.” This way, he’s not going to have to talk to her or interact with her. They’re all annoying in their own ways, but she’s the worst, acting like she’s his manager. “I’ll talk with Nagashima.” Because if anyone’s truly a liability, it’s the delinquent, and if any of them do die, Yashiki will never willingly interact with any of them again.
“Okay.” She sounds a little more cheerful, but only a little, and she hesitates before actually going off and doing as asked. “Mr. Mashita? Mr. Yashiki’s...really doing bad.”
He’d gotten that much from the reports they all passed around, keeping tabs on the disaster of an old man, but it’s a little different to hear that testimony, the little tremble in her voice, in person.
And sure, it won’t be the kind of support she wants to give, but… “He’s so oblivious I guarantee he won’t notice if you restock his fridge.” He’ll probably eat, absent-mindedly, at least a little assuming there’s any food actually there. Making sure his calories aren’t all coming from that sugary monstrosity.
“Thank you! Maybe Ai-chan or Nakamatsu-san will be able to help out!” And she hangs up before he can even come up with a sarcastic counter to that.
He breathes out, a long trail of smoke. Allows himself a small, satisfied smirk. He hadn’t seen the point in all this conspiracy and anime code words, not at first, but after that mess at the love hotel...being prepared just seemed sensible, at that point.
Main Points:
Death Mark/Shiin
Chapter Summary: There might be a general conspiracy to take care of the old man.
Word Count: 780
Rating: Teen
Mashita has a crush he hasn't acted on yet (which means it doesn't follow directly from my previous stories)
Spoilers: Spoilers for the first and second game are mild but do exist.
“Mr. Mashita, this is bad! Real bad!” Watanabe, he’s pretty sure.
Mashita growls a little to himself. It’s too late—or too early, depending on your point of view—to be dealing with brats, but then again, in his opinion it’s never really a good time. Then again, this is half his own fault, since he wouldn’t even be dealing with it if not for the fact that he’s chosen to involve himself in the life of an old man with glasses, solely based on annoying feelings that aren’t going away no matter how much he’d like them to.
Eh. He’ll take this as an excuse to smoke. He wouldn’t have even picked up if not for the fact that the only reason any of the Mark-Bearers would be calling him is about Yashiki. He’s got a pretty good idea of what it’s about, too, but it’s not like he’s going to make this any easier on her. He heads outside, remembering to lock the door.
“Yeah? Spit it out already.” Tapping out a cigarette, then the lighter. Breathing in. That’s better.
“Oh, um. Sorry.” More subdued, but not to the point, which isn’t what he asked. Adults were bad at following directions sometimes, too, but at least half the time he was arresting them at the time, or at least booking them, so they couldn’t just get away with it. “Code Mary?”
That’s annoying. He’d been...well. Yashiki had been doing better about taking help, and it was nowhere near the climax of the thing (when he tends to get the worst about it) mostly because, from what got passed along, he’d been wandering around aimlessly dancing to this Departed’s tune. And it’s not like Mashita’s the type to hope. Hope is useless, essentially just an excuse to do nothing and let it all sort itself out. But something about the school is making him worse. Maybe actually losing people over and over again, when he hadn’t even finished grieving his sister, or some damned ghost magic, or the fact that spirit after spirit involved bullying…
Yashiki hasn’t talked about it. Even after he’d regained his memories, he barely talked about his past as Kujou. But it’s pretty clear for a trained detective. That kind of lack of self-worth doesn’t come from nowhere, and brats can be vicious. There’s something almost admirable about that, how honest they are about their hate, rather than just learning to hide it behind a remark here or a glare there, behind the ugly veneer of ‘civilized’. But it’s easy, especially for someone sensitive and gentle, to take those words as fact.
He might be able to wrap this up soon, but it’s not up to him. Cases aren’t, really. They go until they’re done. Of course, if you’re like Yashiki and getting too distracted to actually look for clues…
“We were prepared for this,” he responds casually, like he doesn’t even care (that’s a lie, but he’s not going to be honest about this of all things). “Daimon asked that bitch Hiroo to stand in for him, and she’s not going to listen to the crap Yashiki says. Call the fortune teller, too.” This way, he’s not going to have to talk to her or interact with her. They’re all annoying in their own ways, but she’s the worst, acting like she’s his manager. “I’ll talk with Nagashima.” Because if anyone’s truly a liability, it’s the delinquent, and if any of them do die, Yashiki will never willingly interact with any of them again.
“Okay.” She sounds a little more cheerful, but only a little, and she hesitates before actually going off and doing as asked. “Mr. Mashita? Mr. Yashiki’s...really doing bad.”
He’d gotten that much from the reports they all passed around, keeping tabs on the disaster of an old man, but it’s a little different to hear that testimony, the little tremble in her voice, in person.
And sure, it won’t be the kind of support she wants to give, but… “He’s so oblivious I guarantee he won’t notice if you restock his fridge.” He’ll probably eat, absent-mindedly, at least a little assuming there’s any food actually there. Making sure his calories aren’t all coming from that sugary monstrosity.
“Thank you! Maybe Ai-chan or Nakamatsu-san will be able to help out!” And she hangs up before he can even come up with a sarcastic counter to that.
He breathes out, a long trail of smoke. Allows himself a small, satisfied smirk. He hadn’t seen the point in all this conspiracy and anime code words, not at first, but after that mess at the love hotel...being prepared just seemed sensible, at that point.
