mineo.

[enfangs]

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[sengokus]

[oh - well he's distracted and just grins at that]

You mean you're excited to get your ass kicked? Alright, bring it on!

[enfangs]

That's gonna be you!

[well, he's just going to go for it, so

insert fight scene here, presumably they're dumb boys who don't hold back]

[sengokus]

[honestly

yeah.

and it being sins week does mean that mineo actually hits a little harder - like he's not watching his strength as much. they're probably going to be bruised up even worse come trial.

but once they are, once again, knocked out he's just gonna be rubbing at his arms where white managed to land a hit]

Damn.... I'll get you next time!

[enfangs]

[for a moment i thought this was the audience thread and i was like damn, how hard is mineo interrogating wrath?

sitting on the floor as he catches his breath, white pulls off his gloves to check his own bruised hands.]

Keep trying, pal.

[sengokus]

[please mineo will only beat people up on request. most of the time.

but he's just going to snort at that]

I plan on it.

[even as he rolls his shoulder experimentally.... ow....]

You okay? We should probably get some ice...

[enfangs]

Guess we should, yeah. [slowly, he rises to his feet, wincing at the newfound soreness now that adrenaline is dying off.] You hit harder this week.

[sengokus]

[ah. he looks surprised before - ]

Shit, really? Sorry.

I was watching myself less....

[when he gets angry he just really throws his strength around]

[enfangs]

[he waves a hand.]

Don't be. It's almost better this way, honestly.

[sengokus]

[even as they're headed toward the kitchen

mineo tilts his head]

Better...? How?

[enfangs]

It's nice seeing you not hold back.

[sengokus]

[he looks a little thoughtful at that]

.... I dunno. Sometimes when I get really angry, I don't watch my own strength...

[and he just

knocks people out on accident?]

[enfangs]

And? Honestly, I kind of prefer that over a watered down version of you.

[sengokus]

[ . . . . he doesn't really know what to do with that information? he flusters for a second before he just shakes his head and heads to get some ice from the vending machine]

We'll see if you say that next week when I knock you out cold!

[enfangs]

[ha! his turn to fluster mineo.]

In your dreams, maybe.

[sengokus]

[STOP DON'T PERCEIVE HIM]

Just try me next week!

[but he'll get ice for both of them in little baggies, then wrapping those baggies in paper towels to make them less cold. he tosses one to white]

Here.

[enfangs]

Don't chicken out when next week comes, then!

[there's always the fear that mineo won't last until "next week", but he won't voice it.

he catches it, trying to figure out where it hurts the most, before he tugs down his collar to place it near his collarbone. jan doesn't actually know a thing about putting ice on bruises, wow.]

Thanks.

[sengokus]

[JAN it's just to reduce swelling so that makes sense it's fine]

No problem.

[mineo will just press his own against his forearms that he probably used to block some hits. ah defensive wounds....]

You really pack a punch too, White-kun. I'd be in trouble if all criminals back home could give me a hard time...

[enfangs]

[:pensive:]

You usually go around brawling with criminals?

[sengokus]

[a beat]

Did I just forget to explain my old job?!

[enfangs]

[he counts off on his free hand.]

You said you worked for an investigative agency and then just said it was complicated. And then you got offended when I mentioned detective skills? So I dunno shit about what you actually do.

[sengokus]

[ . . . . . . he looks a little torn at that.]

.... it is pretty complicated....

[ . . . ]

But before that, I used to work in Field Operations with the police. I got promoted to work there after I did some good work - which was mostly apprehending criminals and stuff, so I got to work on bigger cases after that. It was pretty busy... Calls at all times of day, loads of work....

[mineo was very good at his job, which might even slightly explain how he operates here]

I didn't hate it though.

[enfangs]

[he's quiet for a bit. he remembers, after all—the things said in mineo's memory, before he...

for a moment, he removes the ice from his bruise, before placing it back.]

... But you eventually left.

[sengokus]

[ . . . . . he leans back against the counter and pauses, like he's trying to figure out what he wants to say.]

.... someone I admired -

When I got promoted, he said that he was proud of me. And I kinda just... ate up the praise, and didn't really question it. I thought, 'hell yeah, my successes are Fuji-senpai's successes, because he took care of me'. But that's now how the system actually works.

I found later he was jealous. So he... well, he just started racking up arrest after arrest. Some of them false. Even if the charges get dropped later, those can ruin someone's life.

[ . . . . ]

It's like - getting it wrong here.

[which might explain, even a little, while trials seem to weigh so heavily on mineo every week. isn't he no better than his senpai then? whenever they get something wrong, because he can't prove a case well enough.]

... he died for that. His killers said it was for justice, because he was the one who ruined people's lives first. So he was the villain.

[and before mineo died -

they said it was his fault for corrupting him.]

[enfangs]

[...

as mineo tells his story, white's frown deepens—until moments after he finishes, at which point white lets out a harsh bark of laughter.]

Wow. I already thought the asshole who killed you was full of bullshit, and now I know I was fucking right. You "psychologically cornered" someone by, what, being good at your job? We're talking about a grownass adult, right? You weren't responsible for dealing with his complexes.

They're lucky I won't ever get the chance to meet them, or I'd—

[—he shuts up there, though, as he doubts mineo would want to hear him talk about murdering someone, regardless of what they'd done to him.

taking a moment to calm down, he waves a hand.]

... Sorry. Ignore me. You quit after that, then?

[sengokus]

[ - it's a little odd. he snorts, not out of genuine amusement, but out of this weird feeling of... having someone care about him? someone that up in arms in his behalf. what a weird feeling, after he's gotten so used to fighting all his battles by himself.

. . . ]

Thanks for caring.

[just, softly - but genuinely. like he's still not used to the notion of someone so openly showing that they're concerned about him]

.... yeah. After he died, I was in denial. I thought there's no way that Fuji-senpai, who taught me everything I knew about justice, could be a dirty cop. But... I kept running into proof. Time after time. He really...

[ . . . he really did all those things. and mineo lost sight of what it meant to be just after all.

he taps his fingers on the counter then, feeling the ice pack slowly melt under his touch.]

.... I couldn't really take it. That guy did everything to try to improve his ranks in the police - but then once he was condemned, the higher-ups left him out to dry. No one even cared about the investigation... I had to do it all myself. It was all so.... [fucked.]

So I left.