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~0o0o0~ It was there again. The shadow was hovering over the shoulder of a young man. Pale grey eyes barely acknowledge the shadow's presence as he made his way through the crowd onto the train. The shadow followed closely behind him. No one glanced towards it as they continue on their way. The silver haired man took a seat next to the window. He stared out as buildings flashed by. His eyes glanced up to see the shadow's reflection before he continued to watch the scenery change. Seta Souji knew about the shadow. He knew since he was a child. It was always around. It used to be only the barest outline. When he finally noticed it, he paid mo

As a detective, Dojima noticed signs, clues, especially when something wasn't right. Those feelings went on high alert the moment he opened the door to his humble home. The first thing he noticed was the extra set of sneakers that was set properly next to a pair of black flats. The way someone set their shoes can be telling of a person's habits. The Hanamura boy's shoes usually have one upright while the other toppled to the side. Tatsumi's shoes were usually properly set but always off to the side. His niece's shoes were always slightly off to the side from center and always properly set. The pair of sneakers was right next to her pair of fl

When he entered his house that day, he was not expecting to have a man-to-man talk with Tatsumi Kanji. He had returned home with the complete idea of eating dinner, taking a quick shower, and heading off to sleep. He didn't expect dinner to be ready and waiting with an extra guest sitting on the fourth side of the low table. Dinner that night was filled with talk between the two girls. He noticed his niece often took glances between the two males. Something was going to happen tonight and he had an idea of what it might be. After dinner, Senna shooed the younger girl into her room while she left the two males behind in the living room with a

It has been a week since Dojima saw Kanji in his house. It has been a week since Senna started to avoid him. It has been a week since Nanako became annoyed with him. Dojima didn't know how to go with their behaviors. Was he wrong in acting as a father? Was he wrong in being worried for his family? Once again, he wished his wife was still alive. That way, she could deal with the girls while he sit in the corner and be ignored. That was how it was when he was a kid. His mother always talked with his sister while he and his father were off to the side, being ignored until dinner time. It was a long day at work before he was able to return home.

Dojima didn't know what to do. He was the father of one little girl and the father-figure of another girl. He was also part of the Inaba's police department and he has a duty to do what was right. So what was he supposed to do when a friend of his niece was causing a ruckus with the cops? If this was in the past, he would most likely disregard the fact that his niece was friends with the troublemaker, but after so many months of spending time with the girl, changed him, for the better he believed. He sighed before he opened the gate to his home. The most he could do now was to warn his niece of what will happen to her friend if he doesn't do

Just what was the relationship between them? Senna looked up at the man before her. Her hands clenched at the sheets as she took in his features. His messy black hair, that was sticking out at random angles. His brown eyes were watching her closely. His thin lips were set in a determined line. Her gaze went down his tensed neck and hunched over shoulders. His hands were clutching the bars of the bed tightly, knuckles white. He was staring at her intensely, watching her every little move. "Adachi-san, what are you doing here?" She whispered out. He was there earlier if she remembered correctly, the first time she woke up. She was not expecti

Just what was the relationship between them? Senna sat up in her bed. She was held the sheets tightly as she watched with wide eyes at the man standing at the end of her bed. She bit her lip, she cannot whimper, not with him in the room. She cannot, absolutely cannot upon pain of death. "Well, well, it seems the princess is awake. Are you going to scream? Just liked you tried earlier today?" Adachi's voice lost the determination from earlier. Instead, his voice felt like hot oil, a sly feeling to it. Senna closed her eyes and turned away from the man, wishing to any deity above to help her. "What's this? Turning away from me? What did I te

Grey eyes opened slowly. Senna took a moment to take in the sight of those around her and she flinched. Her body turned to the side and closed into a ball. The IV needle was jostled about, but Senna took no notice of the pain. She shifted back, to as far from everyone as possible. Her hospital gown shifted with her and it slightly fell off her shoulder. Dojima noticed it first. It was a dark mark, a handprint, on the junction between her throat and her shoulder. Surprisingly, it was Adachi who noticed it next. He wasn't such a bad cop after all if he could notice such a large mark. Adachi made a sound, a cross between a growl and a hiss. The

When Dojima arrived home after picking up his daughter, he was not expecting to see an ambulance in front of his house. He was expecting to see his niece laying out dishes for tonight's dinner, not a mass of people surrounding his home. Forcing his way through with his daughter pressed against his leg, Dojima made his way to the front of the crowd, just as the front doors to his house opened. Exiting his home was his niece, Senna, laying on a sketcher as paramedics started reading off data. Dojima saw Adachi off to the side and motioned for his attention. Adachi saw his superior and rushed over. "Adachi! What the hell's going on here!" He or

When Dojima walked through his front door, he was not expecting to see his niece and a boy making out on the floor of his living room. No, he was expecting his niece to be in bed along with his daughter. He froze at the sight and a rage started to build up within him. He dropped his bag and jacket to the floor and charged forwards at the devil who dared laid their lips on his niece. The two teenagers sprung apart at the sound of his bag hitting the floor. Dojima reached out to grab the boy's collar and yanked him up. It was the Hanamura boy from Junes. Dojima knew the two of them were close friends, but he did not know that they were beyond