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ʀᴇɴᴇɢᴀᴅᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ (1x1 w/ Jikkah)

Masamune laughed as he moved away from her, "Betrayal~" He teased, but she could see he was just flipping through his apps menu.

Akihime shook her head gently, "I can't say that I have. But unfortunately, I never met every single Twilight my father helped."
 
Megohime sat back with a huff, taking a long drag off her cigarette. “Real funny. Did you enjoy yourself?”

“I suppose that’s a fair point.” Yukimura said as they entered the estate, heading toward Akihime’s office. “If I may ask.. what’s a superhuman, Akihime?” He had never heard of them until this day, and he had almost forgotten to ask.
 
"I did, your face was priceless." He grinned, "Ya gotta live a little sometimes, Mego~"

Akihime stopped in front of her office door and gave a soft smile, "Individuals who either suffer no adverse effects of Celebre or..." her smile turned a bit sad, melancholic, "offspring of a normal and a Twilight...like me..."
 
“Living it up at my expense isn’t something I enjoy very much. I wouldn’t mind doing it at yours though.” Megohime said, a soft smirk on her face, looking up and quickly putting out her cigarette when she saw they were pulling up to Masamune’s estate.

This was all new to Yukimura, he had never once before heard of a superhuman, nor how they were made. “I thought all children between a human and a Tag were all Tags as well?”
 
Masamune looked and made a noise, spying Kojurou waiting outside the front door, "Ah, shit. I'll say it was me, ok? He can't get mad at me."

"Technically," she confirmed, pushing open the door and walking in, "but rarely will they give birth to a child with all the abilities and attributes of a Tag but will live past 30, and not have a compensation of any kind."
 
“No,” Megohime sighed softly. “Lying won’t really sit well with me- especially not to Kojurou, not with you taking the fall.” She fixed her clothes and mentally prepared herself for a scolding. “The fault lies with me anyway, I was the one who took the cigarette in the first place.”

“Such a thing sounds truly too good to be true.” A Tag with none of the drawbacks nor the need for Celebre? Tags like Yukimura could only dream of a thing. “Such a rare thing must put quite a target on your back.”
 
"Mego, really." He frowned, "I offered, I'll say it was me. I don't want you getting scolded for half a smoke."

"Remember when I told you I stopped sleeping?" She asked, pulling open one of the filing cabinets behind her desk, "The fact that I'm alive upsets people, much like your existence does. I'm a Tag but not, and they don't like that.."
 
“That an order?” Megohime asked, glancing over to Masamune, a trace of a smirk on her face as she tested him.

He stood for a moment in silence. “I’m sorry, that’s terrible.” He moved over to help look through her files, waiting for more instruction. “And the two that attacked the Colony, they’re superhuman as well?”
 
"I'll make it one." He said with a smile, "Since yer so stubborn~"

"They might be, according to what Mitsunari has told me." She replied, frowning when she didn't find anything in this cabinet before moving to another.
 
“Fine, you’ll take the fall, boss’ order.” She said, getting out of the car to let Masamune out.

“If it’s so uncommon for superhumans to be born, wouldn’t that make them gathering together even more of an uncommon occurrence?” He asked.
 
Masamune climbed out and Kojurou moved to greet him.
"Welcome home, Boss Mas-" He stopped once he smelled the smoke and his eyes fell on Megohime, "Is that cigarette smoke?"
"Yeah, sorry, the meeting actually sucked and I wanted to chill on the way home." Masamune said. Kojurou's gaze moved to him and he made a disapproving sound.
"You know better, Masamune." He said gently. Masamune merely waved his words off.
"I'm not dead yet." He replied before heading inside.

She nodded, "It would, but I'm not sure they would be so public. If they were smart, they would wear Tags." She reached under her shirt, between her breasts, and pulled out a familiar chain and set of tags. On one, the ranking of A/0 flashed in the setting sunlight, "Just to keep suspicion down."
 
Megohime was glad it actually worked, but felt a little bad about lying to Kojurou. “He insisted.” Was all she said with a small shrug, heading inside after Masamune. “I’m changing out of this outfit- unless you had any other official business planned for today?” Megohime asked.

Yukimura had never seen counterfeit tags, and had Akihime not told him she wasn’t a tag, he’d have believed she was. “Doesn’t that also put you in danger?”
 
"Nah, you're free, my little songbird." He smiled, "Enjoy your milk tea in peace~"

"S'why you're on payroll, sweetheart." She said coyly before scanning over the files carefully.
 
Megohime’s cheeks flushed red again at his teasing. “I’ll make sure to bill it to you.” She said, then headed for her room to get changed into something a bit more comfortable. Once in her room she closed the door behind her, leaning against it. Her heart was beating hard, ears burning red- she could only take so much of his teasing after all.

“Right.” Yukimura’s ears burned red and he cleared his throat. Right, obviously- how could he even say something so glaringly oblivious?
 
How dare he be so handsome and charming, willing to take fault to spare her some light scolding? He was almost too good to be true.

She giggled and shook her head gently, "You're ok~ you are right, though, it does make me a living target. Not that I mind, I love a good brawl every now and again."
 
Megohime closed her eyes tight, biting her lip as she stuffed down her feelings again. Masamune was her boss, nothing more- of course he didn’t feel the same way about her, he was only having a bit of fun. She was just a Tag after all. She shook the thoughts from her head, moving to change into her usual clothes.

A good brawl? He didn’t expect such a rowdy attitude from someone so well mannered. “Just be sure you don’t end up doing my duties for me, otherwise I’ll be out of a job.” He joked lightly.
 
His ears turned visibly red and he scratched the back of his head. “Any luck on finding those files?” He asked.
 
“So there’s information on him after all?” He asked, moving closer to peek over her shoulder at what it said.
 
"Maybe." She replied, flipping the file open. The picture was of a young boy, no older than 12 or so, with short wild white hair and tired gold eyes. Akihime skimmed over the information quickly.
"He was assumed to be a Twilight, but no tags were found on him. He was a victim of the war, lost both of his parents and was sent to an orphanage." She frowned softly, "He was remarkably strong for a child his age and was known to pick fights with the other children; the Twilights, more specifically."
 
“Any police records? Or is that everything we have on him?” He asked, looking over the files, and from what he read, Motochika was nothing but a problem child.
 
She hummed and flipped through the papers, "There was one incident where the police were called. He..." she stopped, "he...killed another child from the orphanage...'
 
Shock was clear on Yukimura’s face, brows furrowing. “He killed a twilight? While it’s true most children are within D-rank, even an adult would need to go to great lengths to kill one.” He said softly. “What about after that, where did he go from there?”
 
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