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120_minutenTeam: Weiß (Titanic)
Challenge: Krimi/Thriller/Horror - Unkonventionelle Mittel (so halb zumindest) [fürs Team]
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Charaktere: Riko Aida, Satsuki Momoi, ein random Verbrecher (ist er wirklich random? Hmmm), Junpei Hyuga
Wörter: 1.080
Sprache: Englisch
Warnungen: nichts böses hier drin (eine Vernehmung, aber die ist sehr tame bis auf eine Beleidigung)
Inhalt:
There is tension between Riko and Momoi now, even through the one-way mirror in the interrogation room.
Anmerkungen: Jetzt steuer ich auch mal was zum Team bei ;) Immer noch kein Femslash in Sicht, aber es wird drauf hingearbeitet!
Even though Momoi was on the other side of the one-way mirror, Riko still felt tense. It was like the barrier between them had no meaning when the problem wasn’t the person but what that person could do.
Their suspect - claiming to be and according to his papers was Tarou Yamada - was sitting in his chair completely still. Across from him, Momoi had taken a sea on the table. With the protective gear gone, her short sleeved shirt revealed even more of her shimmering skin, and the artificial light in the interrogation room seemed to highlight her inhuman red eyes.
Riko bit down on her lower lip. She knew she shouldn’t think like that, but everything she had heard about Monsters seemed to have proved true. Especially when they were mutants, it seemed.
“Yamada-san,” Momoi said. Her usually honey-sweet and soft voice was sharp and serious, and Riko felt like she had to do what Momoi wanted, even though her voice only came through the speakers.
“Her power is scary, isn’t it,” Hyuga said and Riko almost jumped out of her skin. For a moment, she had forgotten that her team member and best friend was standing next to her.
“Yeah…”
Riko’s eyes followed Momoi’s hand that brushed a strand of her hair back behind her shoulder, seemingly casual. Her eyes, though, were just as sharp as her voice, and Riko knew she was doing it deliberately.
“You say that’s your name, yet you show no reaction towards it.” Momoi was good at that. At observing. At noticing small details. It was what made her good for interrogation and why Hyuga decided to let her do it.
Their suspect raised his brows, but otherwise didn’t move.
“Riko, why were you against letting Momoi do the interrogation?” Hyuga suddenly asked. His presence beside her had always made her feel safe. Now, with that heavy question hanging between them, she didn’t feel the same.
“She shouldn’t do it. She’s still adapting,” Riko had said. The hurt in Momoi’s eyes was still haunting Riko. But moreso was Momoi’s reply.
“Are you afraid of me?” Momoi had asked. She had looked like she would cry then and there, but then her face had… morphed into a blank mask.
Riko could still feel the heavy weight of guilt on her heart. The feeling that she had fucked up.
Because Momoi had been partly right. She was afraid. But also jealous of how quickly Momoi was allowed to do everything that Riko had to work her ass off for. Jealous of Momoi’s power, scary as it might be.
She had thought she was better than that.
“I was an idiot, that’s why,” she said to Hyuga, who began to reply but stopped short when Momoi continued with her interrogation.
“You don’t seem to be trying very hard to keep us in the dark about it.” Momoi’s red eyes flashed dangerously and she shifted the slightest bit, as if getting ready to strike.
Yamada’s eyes twitched.
“Maybe you’re not trying to do a good job at all.”
Their suspect lunged forward so suddenly, Riko didn’t see it coming and gasped. The handcuffs attached to the table prevented Yamada from getting very far, but it had still surprised Riko, her heart leaping to her throat. Momoi, however, didn’t seem to react at all, not having moved an inch. She hadn’t even flinched.
“You know nothing about us! This is just the beginning, freak.” Yamada spat, fire in his eyes.
Momoi’s eyes widened a little and her hand twitched, then she slid off the table and went out without another word.
“What was that?” Hyuga asked, confusion clear in his voice, but Riko was already on her way out as well.
She needed to talk to Momoi.
She needed it so badly that she rushed out and bumped right into the person herself.
“Sorry,” she managed to say, but Momoi waved the apology away with her hand.
“It’s nothing,” she said with a mild smile. It didn’t reach her eyes.
Then her expression became serious again. “We won’t get anything more out of him, I’m afraid.”
Riko felt Hyuga’s presence behind her before he spoke. “Did your manipulation not work?”
Momoi shook her head. “Either he’s got an iron will or he already is manipulated.”
“What do you mean?” Riko had heard of manipulations not working. She had always assumed it only didn’t work if the other person was also a mutant with an ability that nullified it.
This method of interrogation was already unconventional enough. Riko had never seen it before, for the most part because it was illegal. For special cases - and this was apparently deemed one - they got permission from the director himself. Riko would have thought it was failproof on a normal human.
“My manipulation isn’t all-powerful. If you really believe in something with all your heart, I can’t change that. Likewise, if you were brainwashed, I can’t change that part either, if it’s too strong.” Momoi looked off into the space between Riko and Hyuga, her eyes distant. As if remembering something from long ago.
“Usually, it’s more about tapping into a suspect’s personality to make them angry or upset. People reveal more when they are agitated.”
“Well, it’s not like we didn’t get anything out of him,” Riko said, more to pull Momoi out of it than to solve the case. “He’s not alone and they have more planned. We need to figure out who he really is and who he’s been involved with.”
“I’ll have to report back to chief Aida anyway, so I can check in on Kiyoshi and Izuki and tell them to check that guy’s identity,” Hyuga offered, raised his hand briefly in goodbye, and went on his way.
Both Momoi and Riko watched him turn at the end of the hall and disappear around the corner. Immediately, the atmosphere shifted again, and Riko felt her heart grow heavy.
“Are… are you okay?” Riko finally asked and looked at Momoi. She knew she probably shouldn’t be the one to ask that, given her own reaction, but she couldn’t ignore it. Couldn’t ignore their suspect’s last word.
Momoi didn’t look back at Riko, but she raised her hands in a placating gesture. “It’s nothing. I’m fine. See you later.”
As Riko watched Momoi go, it felt like Momoi was walking away from Riko. Distancing herself. And it was all Riko’s fault.
She had to fix this.
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Date: 2019-07-30 10:01 am (UTC)Der grässliche Typ geht sie so an und dann muss sie auch noch damit klarkommen, dass ihr eigenes Team ihr nicht vertraut... au au au.
"I'm fine."
Ja ne ... you are not. ;_;
Riko tat mir aber auch sehr leid, man merkt sehr gut, dass sie sich schlecht fühlt und anfängt ihre eigenen Vorurteile zu hinterfragen. Fand ich sehr sympathisch und es kam sehr glaubhaft rüber.
Ich freue mich sehr auf einen nächsten Teil - zumal du ja auch richtig viel Plot anhintest! Und hoffe, dass sie sich da vielleicht wieder ein wenig annähern oder ansatzweise aussprechen?
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Date: 2019-08-01 08:26 am (UTC)