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[webstoriess]

Intoxicated American passenger bites ANA flight attendant, forces plane to return to Tokyo

US News: A bizarre event was reported: an All Nippon Airways (ANA) flight from Tokyo to Seattle had to turn back after an American passenger allegedly bit a female cabin crew member arm’s, causing minor injuries. The incident occurred on January 16, 2024, about an hour after the Boeing 787-8 jet with 159 passengers on board took off from Tokyo’s Haneda Airport. American passenger bites ANA…

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[queenbees21]

𝐍𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚

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[kaitokitty19]

Ok, Future AU, Married Hakukai Headcanon that Hakuba gets a bad reputation at work because his colleagues see him leaving with different young men/women every other day and none of them were his husband. Everyone gossips about it but no one dare say anything because, well, he's the Superintendent General's son and the golden boy (along with Shinichi) of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police force.

When he eats lunch at the Precinct cafeteria, he could hear whispers as people walk pass:

"He's so handsome and incredibly smart, but I heard he's the cheating type."

"Eh, really? I guess you can't have it all. He has the look, the brain, the money, too bad he turned out to be a complete scoundrel."

"Right? His poor husband! I saw him leaving the station the other day with a gorgeous redhead. The day before that was a leggy blonde..."

And meanwhiles, at their table, Shinichi turns to Hakuba and is like:

"Aren't you gonna at least try to dispel the rumors?"

Hakuba just shrugs:

"What would I tell them? That my husband has a near inhumane ability to shape shift? That I knowingly married KID the Phantom Thief?"

Shinichi narrows his eyes at his colleague's stupid fond smile for a brief moment before concluding, annoyed:

"You're enjoying the chaos, aren't you? Jesus, you two are exactly alike!"

Lunch goes on like normal after that. Shinichi is very tired of this pair.

#dcmk #hakukai #hakuba saguru #detco #kuroba kaito #magic kaito #kaitou kid #白快 #sagukai #headcanon #future au #married Hakukai

[dcextra]

ShinRan Archive: Shinichi Kudo

Transcribed w/ machine translation

迷宮なしの高校生探偵 High school detective with no unsolved mystery

工藤新一 CV:山口勝平 Shinichi Kudo CV: Kappei Yamaguchi

負けず嫌いで、己の正義に忠実。難解な謎に心を躍らせ、大人顔負けの鋭い推理を自信たっぷりに披露するーそれが、高校生探偵・工藤新一だ。整った顔立ちで頭脳明晰、サッカーも相当な実力で、ファンも多い。 He hates losing and is loyal to his own sense of justice. Shinichi Kudo is a high school detective who gets excited about difficult mysteries and confidently shows off his incisive deductions that rival those of adults. He has a good-looking face, a clear head, and is also very good at soccer, so he has many fans.

そんな彼が一途に想いを寄せるのは、幼なじみの毛利蘭。ある時、飲まされた薬の作用で体が縮み、正体を隠し”江戸川コナン”として過ごすことに・・・。だが、新一は決して諦めない。工藤新一として、蘭のもとに帰る日まで！ The person he has a crush on is his childhood friend Ran Mouri. One day, his body shrinks due to the effects of the drug he was forced to drink, and he ends up hiding his true identity and living his life as ``Conan Edogawa.'' However, Shinichi never gives up. Until the day he returns to Ran as Shinichi Kudo!

「また難事件があれば、この名探偵、工藤新一にご依頼を！！」 “If you have another difficult case, please ask this great detective, Shinichi Kudo!”

数々の難事件を解決した日本警察の救世主 The savior of the Japanese police who solved many difficult cases

工藤新一は、世界的な推理小説家の父と元女優の母を持つ帝丹高校２年祭。探偵である。観察力と記憶力を活かし、現場や証言の僅かな違和感も見過ごさない。小さな手がかりから柔軟な発想で真実を解明し、証拠を積み上げた隙のない推理ショーで、犯人を追いつめる！その実績から、警察関係者の信頼は厚く、警部クラスにも顔が利く。 Shinichi Kudo is a second year student at Teitan High School whose father is a world-renowned mystery novelist and mother is a former actress. he is a detective. Utilizing his powers of observation and memory, he does not overlook the slightest discomfort in the scene or testimony. Unravel the truth from small clues with flexible thinking, and hunt down the culprit with a solid mystery show that accumulates evidence! Due to his track record, he is highly trusted by police officials and has a good reputation even among police inspectors.

新一が探偵を志したのは、ホームズへの憧れから。幼い頃は”ホームズの弟子”を名乗り、探偵修業していたことも。事件に遭遇すると推理したくてワズワズ・・・。授業もデートも抜け出して、事件現場に駆けつけてしまうのが探偵の性だ! Shinichi wanted to become a detective because of his admiration for Holmes. When he was young, he called himself ``Holmes' apprentice'' and even trained as a detective. Whenever he encounters an incident, he always wants to deduce it... It's the detective's nature to skip classes and dates and rush to the crime scene!

(Top picture) 警視庁捜査一課から捜査協力の依頼を受け、殺人の起きた屋敷に駆けつけた新一。見事な推理で足のケガを装った犯人を逮捕し、その勇姿は新聞にも掲載された。（ONE） Shinichi receives a request from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's First Investigative Division for investigation cooperation, and rushes to the mansion where the murder occurred. With his brilliant deductions, he arrested the culprit who had faked a leg injury, and his bravery was even published in the newspaper. (ONE)

(Top left picture) 容疑者の座席でフィルムの切れ端を発見し、指紋を付けないようハンカチで拾う。捜査は丁寧で、現場を荒らすことはない。（１６２話） They found a piece of film in the suspect's seat and picked it up with a handkerchief to avoid getting fingerprints on it. The investigation is thorough and the scene is not disturbed. (162 episodes)

(Middle top left picture) 怪しい黒ずくめの男を、とっさに尾行。探偵としての勘も冴えている。（ONE） Quickly tail the suspicious man dressed in black. He also has good intuition as a detective. (ONE)

(Middle bottom left picture) 取引現場を証拠に残すため、対象から目を離すことなく、手の感覚だけでシャッターを切る。（ONE） In order to leave evidence of the transaction scene, you can release the shutter using just the feel of your hand without taking your eyes off the subject. (ONE)

(Bottom left picture) 手を握っただけで、相手が体操をやっていると指摘し驚かせる。鋭い観察力が導き出した推理だ。（ONE） Just by holding his hand, he surprises him by pointing out that he is doing gymnastics. This is a deduction based on keen observational skills. (ONE)

(Bottom right picture) アリバイとして提出された動画に違和感を指摘。見つけた証拠を一つ一つ突きつけて犯人を追い込み、自供を引き出した。 （７７３話） He pointed out that there was something strange about the video that was submitted as an alibi. He used every piece of evidence he found to corner the criminal and extract a confession. (Episode 773)

ぶれない正義・・・真実を求める覚悟

新一は、推理力だけでなく探偵として強い信念を持っている。推理は勝ち負けではないと考え、どんなに信じがたい真相でも目を背けず、受け止める。推理で人を死に追い込んでは殺人犯と同じ。誰も死なせない・・・。相手が犯罪者であっても信条を貫く。 Unwavering justice...determination to seek the truth

Shinichi not only has great deduction skills, but also has strong beliefs as a detective. He believes that deduction is not about winning or losing, and accepts the truth without turning away, no matter how hard it is to believe. If you cause someone to die by reasoning, you are the same as a murderer. I won't let anyone die... Stick to your beliefs even if your opponent is a criminal.

クール？無愛想？気障なセリフもさらり・・・探偵として語り出した新一は、時に芝居がかった詩的な表現を口にする。聞いている側が思わず赤面するようなセリフも、照れる様子もなく素で言ってのける。一方、機嫌の悪い時は子供っぽい表情も見せる。 cool? Unfriendly? Even the annoying lines are easy... Shinichi, who begins speaking as a detective, sometimes uses poetic expressions with a hint of drama. He can say lines that would make the listener blush, without any embarrassment. On the other hand, when he is in a bad mood, he also shows a childish expression.

(Top picture) 真実はいつも一つ。推理には上も下もないと言う新一に、平次も感服。（４９話、ONE） There is always one truth. Heiji is also impressed by Shinichi who says that there is no upper or lower in deduction. (Episode 49, ONE)

(Second row left picture) 蘭とレストランで食事中、殺人事件が発生。探偵として真相を求める気持ちを抑えきれない新一は、見兼ねた蘭に送り出された。（１９２話） While eating with Ran at a restaurant, a murder occurs. Shinichi, who cannot suppress his desire to seek the truth as a detective, is sent away by Ran who can't help but look for him. (Episode 192)

(Second row right picture) 通り魔を助けた理由をきかれ、理由なんて要るのかとキッパリ。この言葉は蘭の心にも響いた。（２８８話） When asked why he helped the passerby, he flatly replies that he doesn't need a reason. These words also touched Ran's heart. (Episode 288)

(Top right picture) 遺された家族への配慮で、動機を秘匿した。（５２１話） The motive was kept secret out of consideration for the family left behind. (episode 521)

(Third row left picture) 「静かに・・・」演劇のような所作。（１９１話） "Quietly..." A theatrical gesture. (Episode 191)

(Third row right picture) 不機嫌になると、すぐジト目に・・・。（６１７話） When he’s in a bad mood, he looks scornful... (617 episodes)

(Bottom picture) 蘭と訪れた水族館で起きた殺人に、血の匂いで勘づいた新一。真実を追求する探偵の性分を、サメの習性になぞらえて語った・・・。（７７２話、ONE） Shinichi senses a murder that occurred at the aquarium he visited with Ran because of the smell of blood. He compared the nature of a detective who pursues the truth to the habits of a shark... (Episode 772, ONE)

「それが探偵さ・・・」 "That's a detective..."

平成のホームズに死角なし！？名探偵の心得 There are no blind spots in Heisei Holmes! ? Tips of a great detective

推理を支えるのは幅広い知識！推理にひらめきを与えるのは、分野を問わず蓄積された経験と知識！幼い頃からその大切さを知り、多くを学んできた。 A wide range of knowledge supports reasoning! It is the experience and knowledge accumulated in any field that gives inspiration to deductions! I knew the importance of this from an early age and have learned a lot from it.

(Top right, then left to right pictures) 保育園児にしてコナン・ドイルを熟読。謎解きやトリックの知識、推理ショーの秘訣も学んだ。（８５４話） （語学） 「あなたはいつトイレにはいりましたか？」 （化学）化学知識の応用！？薬品を合成し煙幕を生成。煙に隠れて教室から抜け出し捜査に向かった！（OVA ４） （医学）遺体を外から見ただけで���因と凶器を推測。人体の構造や機能に通じている。（１６２話） As a kindergartener, I read Conan Doyle thoroughly. He also learned riddles, tricks, and the secrets of mystery shows. (Episode 854) (Language) “When did you go to the bathroom?” (Chemistry) Application of chemical knowledge! ? Synthesize chemicals and generate a smoke screen. I sneaked out of the classroom under the cover of smoke and headed to investigate! (OVA 4) (Medicine) The cause of death and murder weapon can be estimated just by looking at the body from the outside. Familiar with the structure and functions of the human body. (162 episodes)

軽やかな身のこなしで捜査に臨む！ 探偵に必要なのは頭脳だけにあらず！捜査では、危険な現場に踏み入ったり、凶悪犯に襲われることも・・・。身体能力の鍛錬もぬかりなし！ He approaches the investigation with a light body! A detective needs more than just brains! During the investigation, you may enter dangerous scenes or be attacked by violent criminals. Training of physical ability is also perfect!

探偵に必要な運動神経をつけるために始めたサッカー。中１で早くもレギュラーの座を獲得した。（１０１話）

蘭の蹴りを難なくかわす動体視力と反射神経。急カーブで傾いた車では、蘭と箱乗りしてバランスを取る。（上はONE、右は２８６話）そばにあった地球儀を犯人に向けて蹴り飛ばし、見事命中！逃亡を阻止した。正確さと威力を兼ね備えたキックだ。（ONE） He started playing soccer to develop the athleticism needed to become a detective. He earned a regular spot as early as his first year in junior high school. (Episode 101)

His dynamic vision and reflexes allow him to easily dodge Ran's kicks. When the car tilts due to a sharp curve, Ran and I ride in a box to maintain balance. (Top is ONE, right is episode 286) He kicks a nearby globe at the criminal and hits the target! prevented escape. It's a kick that combines accuracy and power. (ONE)

超高校級特殊技術も習得済み！

車の運転はもちろん、モーターボートや飛行機の操縦まで！”ハワイで親父に教わった”。たびたび口にする通り、優作の指導により得た技術は多い。 Super high school level special techniques have also been learned! Not only can you drive a car, but you can also pilot a motorboat or airplane! ``My father taught me this in Hawaii.'' As I often say, I have learned many techniques from Yusaku's guidance.

（操縦）コナンの姿で、ヘリコプターの操縦をこなした。子供の頃に航空博物館の模擬操縦で身につけた技術。（劇場版 ２） （爆弾処理）配線図を見ただけで爆弾の構造を理解。非常ドアごしに蘭へ指示を出し、爆弾を解除させた。（劇場版 １） （射撃）射撃もハワイで特訓。射撃の腕には自信あり。少しでも照準を外せば危険が及ぶ緊張の場面でも、迷いなく撃ち込める。（左から２１９話、劇場版 ２） (Piloting) He piloted a helicopter in his Conan form. He learned this skill when he was a child doing mock maneuvers at an aviation museum. (Movie version 2) (Bomb disposal) Understand the structure of a bomb just by looking at the wiring diagram. He gave instructions to Ran through the emergency door to defuse the bomb. (Movie version 1) (Shooting) Special shooting training in Hawaii. I am confident in my shooting skills. Even in tense situations where he could be in danger if he misses his aim even slightly, he can shoot without hesitation. (Episode 219 from left, movie version 2)

（何気ない言動にドギマギ・・・♥）蘭が相手だと冗談にも翻弄されっばなし。ジェットコースターでふいに手を握られてドキッ！（ONE） (I'm confused by his casual words and actions... ♥) When Ran is his partner, he's at the mercy of jokes. I was shocked when my hand was suddenly held on a roller coaster! (ONE)

つかず離れず・・・幼なじみ一筋。 気が強く、意地っ張りで、そのくせ涙もろい・・・。幼なじみの蘭をずっと近く見てきた新一。その想いは一途で、多くのファンレターをもらっても目移りしたことはない。蘭が絡むと日頃は冷静な頭脳も歯車がくるうのか、熱い男に変貌する。組織のことを伝えないのは、蘭の身を案じればこそ。本当のことを言えず蘭を待たせ続けて、もどかしさと悔しさが募るばかり・・・。会えない時間を乗り越え、ついに告白することができた！ Never leaving...a childhood friend. She's strong-willed and stubborn, and yet she's also prone to tears... Shinichi has been watching his childhood friend Ran closely. His desire is single-minded, and even though he receives many fan letters, he has never given up on him. When Ran gets involved, his normally calm mind seems to turn into gears, and he transforms into a passionate man. The reason he doesn't tell her about the organization is because he's worried about Ran's safety. He keeps making Ran wait without telling him the truth, which only increases his frustration and regret... After overcoming the time when we couldn't meet, I was finally able to confess my feelings!

事件を優先させて、またしても蘭を置いて来てしまった新一。待ち続けている蘭の元に戻り、伝えたい言葉があるのだが・・・。思い通りにならない体に、焦りと悔しさが募る。（１９３話） （アイツがまってるのに・・・っ） Shinichi prioritizes the case and leaves Ran behind once again. He returns to Ran, who has been waiting for her, and has something to say to her... I feel a growing sense of impatience and frustration as my body doesn't turn out the way I want it to. (Episode 193) (Even though she's waiting...)

（出会った日から・・・） 初めて合った日、とびきりの笑顔に心を撃ち抜かれた！その日から蘭一筋。（８５４話） 友達への照れから、蘭を名字で呼び、距離を取ろうとしたことも・・・。（４７３話） （ついつい強がって・・・） 監禁被害者の救出を電話で指示。たびたび電話でピンチを助けている。（５１１話） （会えない二人を繋ぐのは電話とメール） （言いたいことも聞きたいこともいっぱい・・・）新一の姿に戻った貴重な機会に、蘭と気持ちを確かめ会いたかったのだが・・・。（５２３話） (From the day we met...) On the first day we met, his amazing smile stole my heart! From that day on, I was devoted to Ran. (Episode 854) Out of embarrassment for her friend, he called Ran by her last name and tried to distance himself from her... (Episode 473) (I just kept getting stronger...) Give instructions over the phone to rescue a confinement victim. She often helps people in a pinch over the phone. (episode 511) (Telephone calls and emails connect two people who cannot meet each other) (There are so many things I want to say and ask...) I wanted to take the precious opportunity to meet Ran and see how she feels after returning to Shinichi's form, but... (Episode 523)

ロンドンで再会するも、余計な感情が入りまくって蘭の心は推理不可能・・・。感情を爆発させ走り出した蘭を捕まえて「好きな女」と伝えられた！（６２１話） 「オメーは厄介な難事件なんだよ！」 Even though they meet again in London, Ran's feelings are filled with so many unnecessary emotions that it is impossible to understand them... When Ran bursts with emotion and runs off, he catches Ran and tells her that he is the woman he likes! (621 episodes) “You are a troublesome and difficult case!”

もう一人の幼なじみ、園子が知る！？ 工藤新一の素顔 新一くんは・・・女にデレデレ！？

探偵としての活躍が新聞や雑誌に取り上げられて、チヤホヤされてる（？）新一君。まさか浮気してないでしょうね？

女性の体に腕を回し、容疑者とキスした姿勢を再現しつつ、囁くような事情聴取。これが蘭に知れたら・・・。（１９２話）

「推理オタク」とバカにする蘭に、ファンレターの束を見せつける新一君。モテモテぶりに顔のニャケが止まらない！？ Another childhood friend, Sonoko, knows! ? Shinichi Kudo's real face Shinichi-kun is crazy about women! ?

Shinichi-kun's activities as a detective have been featured in newspapers and magazines, and he is getting a lot of attention (?). I'm sure you're not cheating on me, are you?

He wraps his arms around the woman and recreates the position of kissing the suspect while interrogating her in whispers. If Ran finds out about this... (Episode 192)

Shinichi shows off a stack of fan letters to Ran, who makes fun of him for being a "mystery geek." I can't stop my face from being so popular! ?

新一君は・・・ムッツリスケベ！？

クールに装い、カッコつけても、中身はただの男子高校生。思春期真っ只中の頭で、何を考えていることやら・・・。園子様はお見通し！ ”ブラジャーを見せてくれ”と、頼む新一君。目的は本当に捜査だけ・・・！？（１６２話）

（ドサクサに紛れて！）

蘭とキスする”フリ”の演技中、無言でやたらと顔を近づける新一君。（１９０話）

（甘い妄想を膨らませて・・・）

アツいカップルの姿を、蘭との甘いラブシーンに変換して脳内再生！（ONE）

新出と蘭の関係でも妄想。（１７１話）

水着を直す蘭のお尻っを激写。新一君に見せたら喜びそうね！（１５３話）

（お宝画像にドキドキ！？）

蘭の胸元をとらえた刺激的な１枚を送ってあげた！（４１１話） Shinichi-kun... you're such a pervert!?

Even if he dresses cool and looks cool, inside he is just a high school boy. What are you thinking in your head in the midst of adolescence? Sonoko-sama is looking forward to it! "Please show me your bra," Shinichi asks. The purpose is really just to investigate...! ? (162 episodes) (Get lost in the crowd!) While pretending to kiss Ran, Shinichi silently brings his face closer to Ran. (190 episodes) (Inflate your sweet delusions...)

Convert the image of a hot couple into a sweet love scene with Ran and replay it in your mind! (ONE)

Even the relationship between Shinde and Ran is delusional. (Episode 171)

A close-up shot of Ran's butt as she fixes her swimsuit. I think Shinichi will be happy if I show it to him! (153 episodes)

(Are you excited about the treasure image?)

I sent you an exciting photo of Ran's chest! (Episode 411)

新一君は・・・大の推理バカ！

推理が好きすぎて、周りが見えなくなる傾向アリ。デリカシーのなさに蘭も苦労してるわ。

持ち前の観察眼と分析力を披露する新一君。それが蘭のデート気分を壊していることには気づかず・・・。（７７２話）

ホームズのことを興奮気味に語る新一君に、蘭は置いてけぼりよ！（１話）

機内の殺人現場で勝手に検証を始め、警察はカンカン。（１６２話）

事件に夢中なアイツを”大バカ推理之介”と称した蘭。（２２９話） Shinichi-kun is...a huge deduction idiot!

He loves deduction so much that he tends to lose sight of his surroundings. Ran is also struggling with the lack of delicacy.

Shinichi shows off his observational and analytical skills. He doesn't realize that this is ruining Ran's mood for the date... (Episode 772)

Shinichi talks excitedly about Holmes, so leave Ran alone! (Episode 1)

He started investigating the murder scene on the plane without permission, and the police were furious. (162 episodes)

Ran calls the guy who is obsessed with the case "Big Idiot Mystery". (Episode 229)

#detective conan #dcmk #Shinichi Ran Archives #reference #low effort machine tl #long post #shinichi kudo

[avalonasblog]

Yuka Takaoka born January 28, 1998, is a former hostess of a Japanese bar who gained huge popularity after committing an attempted murder out of love. On May 23, 2019, at approximately 15:50 local time, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police arrested a 21-year-old Japanese citizen, Yuka Takaoka, for allegedly stabbing a man she knew in her apartment. The man was taken to hospital in serious condition with two wounds to the stomach inflicted with a kitchen knife. During police questioning , Takaoka said: "Because I loved him so much, I just couldn't do anything about it. After killing [him], I also wanted to die.

#cute #sleep #aesthetics #shinee #юка токаока #yuka takaoka #高岡由佳 #криминал #history #crime

[smallmariofindings]

File photo of a large amount of counterfeit Super Mario Bros. cartridges seized by the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department in 1987.

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[maristelina]

Kotoko Harrow Translations + Analysis

This is just my personal analysis, but it seems that there are 2 main criminals that Kotoko is pursuing in this MV. I will try to divide them so it's not confusing.

An accident and to call the police for any information.

Body Found near the Home of Another Female Victim. Possible Connection to Series of Murders of Girls

The body was found near the home of another female victim, and the police are investigating a possible connection to a series of murders of girls committed by the same perpetrator.

New evidence in the case of the abandoned and murdered girl's body?

Report: Police (this afternoon) The same tire marks found at the scene where the victim's body was discovered were found near the scene of the crime. The perpetrator likely abducted the victim in a car, killed her, and then abandoned her body in the vicinity of her home.

Kotoko's notes about the killer's movements.

Shocking revelation: The heinous criminal behind the crime is the privileged son of a high-ranking official!

Killed 10 people in just about 2 years. Victims are elementary school students. Hidden by a cover-up.

"Since he was young, he has been aware of his environment, and his parents are satisfied. His thoughts are unknown," according to the voices around him.

He lives in a tower apartment located in the city. It seems that the suspect's name (A) was not revealed, and no investigation was conducted based on his bodily fluids.

According to sources, there may have been concealment due to his father's pressure. The victim may have been run over by a car or killed by hand. However, due to the fact that suspect A is his son, there is a lack of consistency in the handling of the case.

It's interesting to note that this killer's face is visible.

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Posing as a Bank Employee for Theft? Deceived an Elderly Person and Fled with 500,000 Yen

#crime #theft #breaking news

This morning, a man visited an elderly person's house in Tokyo posing as a bank employee and deceived them out of 500,000 yen in cash. The police are currently searching for the suspect. The man is described as being in his early to late 30s, around 170cm tall, of medium build, and wearing a black suit resembling that of a salaried worker.

According to a statement from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, the man posed as a staff member and visited an elderly woman in her 80s in Tokyo at around 9 a.m. this morning. He lied and said, "I might have accidentally handed over someone else's envelope at the bank counter yesterday, so please let me confirm the contents," and fled after the woman handed him an envelope containing 500,000 yen in cash. The suspect is believed to have been observing the woman and bank staff since the previous day and had followed her to her home.

Currently, the police, who received a report from the victimized woman, are rushing to identify the suspect.

This is the 40th victim of 'It's me' phone scam.

The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department announced early this morning that over forty cases of phone scams known as "It's me(?) fraud," in which the caller claims to be a family member in trouble and asks for money, have occurred in Tokyo over the past week. At least 1,500,000 yen in damages have been confirmed in eight of these cases. The scammers often disguise their voice to avoid being identified, and they use a common tactic of calling the victim to a designated location to receive cash.

Because of these similarities, the police suspect that these crimes were committed by the same group. A 23-year-old woman in Tokyo was told by a scammer that he had been in an accident on the way to the hospital because of a cold, and she fell victim to this scam.

Luxury Bicycles Stolen: Man in Tokyo Arrested for Repeatedly Cracking Combination Locks

A man living in Tokyo has been arrested by the Metropolitan Police Department for stealing high-end bicycles from both domestic and foreign brands. He repeatedly cracked combination locks using a method that involved checking online information about used bicycles and targeted unlocked bicycles. The police plan to charge him with theft and other crimes soon.

The woman received a call from a man claiming to be her eldest son, saying that he had caused an accident and needed money. The next call came from the same man, asking for 1 million yen, saying that he had been hospitalized because of the accident. He instructed the woman to hand the money over to a lawyer at a train station in Tokyo. The woman followed the instructions and handed over 1 million yen to a man who got on the same train.

According to the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, there have been similar cases in which residents of Tokyo have been targeted by scammers who claim to be their sons or other family members. In one case, a scammer claimed to be a colleague and said that he needed settlement money. In another case, a scammer said that he had been fired from his company and needed money.

The suspects have admitted to the crime during police interrogation, stating that they "sold the stolen items to a brand item purchasing store, and used all the cash obtained there for food and drink expenses." It has also been reported that the suspects have a prior record of theft.

Anon on Top: It's just stress, cut him some slack.

Anon on bottom: People like this will just do it again.

The police conducted a stakeout and identified the suspect's home. The next day, the suspect visited an elderly person's home pretending to be a bank employee, convinced them to hand over cash, and then fled. In the second incident that occurred earlier, the elderly victim (82) was pushed and fell, fracturing her left ankle, resulting in a five-week recovery period. The police obtained information on the suspect's clothing and facial features from the first victim and identified a man with a history of assault charges from nearby security cameras.

When the photo of the suspect was shown to the second victim, she confirmed that it was him.

The suspect, 34-year-old Mikio Oshii, who resides in Tokyo, was announced by the police. The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department is calling on the elderly to "never hand over money to anyone who claims to be a bank employee," focusing on banks in residential areas.

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◆ A wanted thief was assaulted by an unknown assailant

Early yesterday morning, a nearby shop employee reported hearing screaming and seeing a man lying on the ground. According to the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, the man had lost consciousness after being beaten on his face, stomach, and other areas, and was taken to the hospital. The police are currently trying to identify the suspect.

At the scene, there were footprints believed to be from the suspect who attacked the male victim, and a pair of men's sneakers that are widely circulated. Investigators are narrowing down the search to male suspects. A young man wearing a hood was also seen in the area at the same time, and investigators are exploring the possibility that he was targeted and involved in the incident.

According to previous investigations, the male victim was wanted throughout Tokyo for theft and assault charges and was identified as the suspect, Mikio Oshii.

The article above seems to be about Kotoko's Assault against Mikio Oshii. Kotoko wears mens clothing and shoes to avoid detection whenever enacting vigilante justice.

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These ones I'm not sure where they land, but I translated them since they seemed important.

Paper bag robbery, 20s male and female arrested.

The police arrested a man and a woman in their 20s who reside in Tokyo on suspicion of theft, as they allegedly snatched a paper bag containing a recently purchased bag and other items from a woman who had just come out of a department store on the street in the early hours of last night and fled the scene.

Yesterday evening, a female suspect snatched a paper bag from a woman who had just come out of a department store on the street, while on the road. The female suspect fled the scene in a car driven by a male suspect who was waiting nearby.

The entire process of the crime was captured on nearby security cameras, and as a result, the two suspects in this case were identified.

The Metropolitan Police Department arrested a 46-year-old man working for a major advertising agency on suspicion of violating the ordinance on prevention of public nuisance by targeting high school girls during their commute at a train station in Tokyo and filming up their skirts with his smartphone.

The man was caught red-handed by a police officer who noticed him filming up a girl's skirt while standing on an escalator during the girls' commute time. Over 200 upskirt photos were found on his smartphone, and he had been arrested three times in the past for similar offenses.

One of the man's colleagues said, "I had no idea he had a criminal record. He said he was going to pick up his children once a week and leave early, but I never expected him to do such a thing…" and expressed shock at the news.

According to the police investigation, the man has admitted to the charges, saying, "I knew it was wrong, and even though I knew I would eventually get caught, I couldn't stop myself. I just wanted to forget about the stress from work."

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This one is interesting.

Company: Shoko Newspaper Corporation Position: External Director (?) Name: Kaneshiro Ken'otoko(???)

Kotoko pays him 10,000 JPY which is equivalent to 90~100 USD in conversion. This scene is related to Serial Killer boy and it's very suspicious.

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There are some suspicious scenes as well with Serial Killer boy. Things that Kotoko shouldn't seem to know. For example, the old lady's body appears a few frames before the end sequence. The murder weapon and how he killed them. A black haired girl that was shown last minute. Why is she important and why does she only appear here? Is she Kotoko or something?

The articles made no mention about the killer's modus operandi or murder weapon. It's possible Kotoko got that information when she met the reporter but she has been hinting to have seen the hammer and the lady in white earlier before that.

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This is just speculation of course but...There's also the article about the paperbag couple. Kotoko is 20 years old and this boy seems to be of the same age. Are they...related somehow? Or is it just coincidence? Kotoko's hideout seems to be in a warehouse too.

It's unlikely they are connected but I also find it interesting that the appearance of the serial killer is very close to Fuuta.

#Youtube #milgram #harrow #Yuzuriha Kotoko #ユズリハ コトコ #杠 琴子 #milgramtranslations #milgramtheory

[myndless88]

Imagine if Kaneki had told Hide from the very beginning, and they become some type of vigilante duo or something.  Getting arrested on their first job (graffiti maybe), lol.

I was waffling between them being arrested by the CCG or the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Dept.  I decided to go with the latter.  They also got arrested the day before Kaneki's 19th birthday.  And Nerima is the name of the 20th ward in Tokyo.

#Hideyoshi Nagachika #Ken Kaneki #HideKane #Tokyo Ghoul #I'm a bit late to this meme #I wanted to put them in some cooler clothes #but I wasn't quite imaginative #myndlessdraws

[heliphantie]

The biggest Sailor V fan: Superintendent-General of the Metropolitan Police Board of Tokyo, Natsuna Sakurada!

#codename sailor v #コードネームはセーラーＶ #naoko takeuchi manga fanart #minako aino #sailor v #natsuna sakurada #phantieart

[dash-n-step]

Info about Digimon Seekers, posted on Dengeki (translated through google, link in source)

Details about the Web Novel:

The core content for following the story of "DIGIMON SEEKERS" is a series of web novels published on a special page on the Digimon Web.

The serialization is scheduled to start on April 3, 2023 (Monday), and will be updated every day in the first week, and once a week after that.

The amount of text is also planned to be about 60,000 characters or more for each chapter (about 2 general light novels in all chapters!), and the volume is enough to read.

Visual cuts (illustration) will be posted every time along with the update.

"DIGIMON SEEKERS" will be available in three languages: Japanese, English, and Simplified Chinese.

Miyuki Sawashiro, who is the voice of Gammamon in "Digimon Ghost Game", is in charge of reading aloud

STORY:

The Digital World—a land entirely unlike that which humans call the real world. This cyberspace built upon the network is home to digital monsters known as Digimon. The discovery of these AI lifeforms is both a blessing and a curse to human society, which relies on the network to manage everything in their world. Eiji Nagasumi is 19 years old, a "loser" cracker who earns daily money with dangerous work related to the Digital World. One day, Professor Ryusenji of the Tokyo Cyber University, entrusts Eiji with a Digimon Linker, the newest model of Digimon dock—along with a Digimon. ​ When Eiji meets Loogamon, a Wolf Digimon with a mysterious interface on its head, his life is changed completely. JUDGE, a righteous hacker who hates crackers. DIGIPOLICE, Investigative Unit Eleven of the Metropolitan Police Department's Cybercrimes Division whose mission is to stop Digimon crimes. As well as SoC: Sons of Chaos, an extremist crack team led by legendary cracker TARTARUS... ​Ryusenji sends Eiji to infiltrate and investigate SoC. He discovers that they are planning a widescale cyberterror attack. What is the special skill known as Mind Link? What are the answers to Loogamon's missing past and true specs? Will Eiji come out on top in the Digital World and turn his life around...? This is the beginning of a Digimon story steeped in chaos.

Characters:

Protagonist Eiji (Nagazumi Eiji): A young man who works as a freelance cracker to make a living. His encounter with Lugamon changed his way of life after that. He calls himself "Fang" as a handle name.

Leon: A young hacker with the handle name "Judge". He works as a vigilante to destroy crackers who commit digital crimes. He mind-links with Pulsemon as his partner.

Satsuki: Deputy leader of the Digimon Crime Countermeasures Team (commonly known as Digi-Tsu) in the 11th Investigation Section of the Cyber ​​Crime Division of the Metropolitan Police Department's Community Safety Department. She has a passionate personality, and he speaks his mind straight and is even more abusive.

Yulin: Chief of the Digimon Crime Countermeasures Team (commonly known as Digi-Tsu) in the 11th Investigation Section of the Cyber ​​Crime Division, Community Safety Department, Metropolitan Police Department. His excellent skills were bought and he was scouted by the Metropolitan Police Department.

Loogamon:

Level: Child

Type: Monster

Attribute: Virus

Special Moves: Howling Fire, Spiral Bite

Because it has an old-fashioned interface on its forehead, it is speculated that it may have been an experimental "prototype Digimon" before digimon were discovered.

It is said that the data of a demon wolf that appears in the mythology of the real world is embedded in the deepest part of its Digicore, and it sometimes shows violent behavior that is unmatched during its growth period.

At first glance, it looks like a cute puppy, but if you touch it carelessly, you will get a painful counterattack.

It has a tendency to primarily recognize beings that can control itself, and although it is difficult to tame, it can be a reliable partner if a relationship of trust can be established.

Its Special Moves are "Howling Fire", which shoots flames imbued with magical power from its mouth, and "Spiral Bite", in which it bites and rotates with its sharp fangs.

Live Action Trailer:

Based on the concept of "enjoying the same images worldwide", it is made with a movie trailer image in mind.

Katsuta Hanaya, who is also popular as a YouTuber, plays the role of the main character, Eiji, in the live-action video.

a new trailer video will be released on April 3rd.

#digimon #digimon seekers #loogamon #eiji #eiji nagazumi #dashingposts #dashingshares #long post #Youtube #digimon con #digimon con 2023

[whump-lover-and-reader]

MIU 404 Whump List

These dorks <3 I love them with all my heart

Synopsis: The Mobile Investigative Unit (or "MIU") of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department attempts to solve cases within 24 hours.

Detective Shima Kazumi is selected as a new member of MIU. He is intelligent, with excellent observation and communication skills. He is unable to find a partner in MIU and is ordered to partner with Ibuki Ai, who works at a police substation. Ibuki applied for MIU, but he failed. He is in excellent physical condition, but he lacks knowledge and experience as a detective.

Genre: Cop/Crime, Mystery, Bromance

Whumpees: Ibuki Ai (left) played by Ayano Go and Shima Kazumi (right) played by Hoshino Gen

!!Spoilers Below!!

Warning!! Drug use is a big thing in this series. They are shown and people are shown taking them on screen (idk if it can be triggering but I'm telling you just in case). Also in ep. 3 there are mentions of sexual assault, and shown a prevented attempt of one.

Ibuki Ai

Ep. 01: in a car crash, hit by a car, wrench thrown at him(missed), fought, pretends he's about to shoot someone, punched in the face, spat at

Ep. 02: teary-eyed, grabbed, crying, teary-eyed

Ep. 03: sleeping, shima stood up for him when someone badmouthed him, handcuffed to a writing board(comical), got tripped and fell, tasered, fell into water

Ep. 04: shot at

Ep. 05: none

Ep. 06: slipped and nearly fell over the rails, hurt his hand a lil bit

Ep. 07: fought

Ep. 08: slightly protective of shima, angry, emotional, teary-eyed, crying

Ep. 09: concern for him, scared, angry, held back

Ep. 10: none

Ep. 11: overheard shima talking bad about him(didn't hear the whole truth), felt betrayed, locked up in a room full of drug fumes, passed out, concern for him, threatened to be suffocated while unconscious, is told it's his fault he lost shima, finds shima nearly dead, shima dies in his arms, crying, taunted, shot and killed someone (but never mind all that, it was all a drug-induced nightmare, apparently), unconscious, tied up with tape, headbutted in the face, jumped into the sea

Shima Kazumi

Ep. 01: in a car crash, believes ibuki is about to execute someone, punched him, bandaged arm

Ep. 02: none

Ep. 03: tasered, fell into water

Ep. 04: at gunpoint, covers the barrel of the gun with his hand, presses the gun into his forehead and dares the guy to shoot

Ep. 05: flashbacks

Ep. 06: his past is discussed, death of his previous partner is investigated, waking up from a nightmare, emotional, feeling guilty, emotional, crying

Ep. 07: fought

Ep. 08: grabbed by the front of the shirt

Ep. 09: hurt his arm from being near an explosion

Ep. 10: bandaged arm

Ep. 11: punched in the face by ibuki, grabbed by the front of the shirt, locked up in a room full of drug fumes, passed out, struggling to move, aiming gun at someone, at gunpoint, shot(?), locked in a closet, ibuki finds him bloody and barely conscious, begs ibuki not to kill, dies (but never mind all that, it was all a drug-induced nightmare, apparently), tied up with tape, headbutted in the face, jumped into the sea

#whump #whump list #asian whump #miu404 #miu 404 #ibuki ai #shima kazumi #ayano go #hoshino gen #jwhump #jdrama #jdrama whump

[adachimoe]

Random conflicting Adachi details in the Golden anime

In the post about "Adachi was totally stalking Mayumi", I mentioned:

I’m aware that the Persona 4 Golden anime has its own version of this where Adachi is actually legitimately seriously assigned to go babysit Mayumi. But that’s just the anime adaptation’s take on Adachi, and in the commentary track for episode 7, the director emphasizes that this is their take and encourages you to think whatever you’d like. 

So here are some other decisions that the Golden anime made that conflict with what else is known about the character.

Golden anime: Adachi is in Tokyo before coming to Inaba. They don't name Tokyo, but he's shown working at a rather distinct building when he receives his transfer order to Inaba, and the building is the real life Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department building.

Atlus: Adachi didn't live in Iwatodai, but he did used to work in the heart of the city (source: Persona Stalker Club episode 11).

I assume that the anime staff picked the Tokyo PD to make Adachi look successful before he gets booted all the way to Inaba.

I know some creators just come up with answers to fan questions, but I don't get that impression about this - Atlus had already thought about it if Adachi was talking about being sick of seeing the Moonlight Bridge. (Tho the Moonlight Bridge in Persona 3 is modeled after the real life Rainbow Bridge in Tokyo. I guess we have "Tokyo at home".) I think Iwatodai is a big enough city that Adachi would miss it when he's stuck in Inaba too. It's modeled on the very large port city of Kobe. Going from working there to working in the sticks would be a huge shift.

Golden anime: Adachi is wearing a red tie as he drives into Inaba with his transfer papers.

Atlus: Adachi's red tie was a hand-me-down from Dojima because Dojima couldn't stand seeing the shitty tie Adachi kept wearing (source: Persona Stalker Club episode 5).

The Persona Stalker Club stuff was after the anime aired, so it's not like they could have known. I also don't get the impression that this was a random answer. The person who asked this question on Stalker Club was totally on to something - why *do* these 2 dudes both wear red ties? Also, in Adachi's social link, Nanako points out that he has holes in his socks, so him wearing a threadbare tie that pissed off Dojima sounds about right lol.

Golden anime: Adachi's apartment is rather empty. Barren, even - there are no personalizations or decorations. It's also noticeably clean - part of the plot is him cleaning out his fridge, and the setting files only shows some folded clothes on the ground.

Atlus: Adachi is noted as being bad at tidying up his room (source: his P4U2 profile).

I don't think this is a "random" trivia thing that someone just wrote for his profile. In the notes accompanying his character design from the Persona 4 Design Works, Soejima talks about communicating that Adachi really was an elite in the police force through his bedhead and crooked tie. How elites have some part of them that's "off", and in Adachi's case, it's that he isn't mindful of his appearance.

Imo, what Soejima did with his character design helps give the player a visual about how his home looks without ever actually seeing it. Like the mental image I have of him is, "dude who sleeps on a futon surrounded by stacks of cup noodles and beer cans, uses a 10-in-1 product, owns 1 suit", and I thought that way before ever seeing his P4U2 profile.

Meanwhile, the Golden anime adaptation went in a different direction and used the appearance of his place as an extension of himself. His room's barren appearance and lack of personalizations reflects how Adachi doesn't have much going on in his life, and the kindness forced on him by others is something he keeps on a cold shelf before physically throwing into the trash. Hmm, it feels heavy handed when you type all of it out like that lol.

???: Btw, the anime might make you think Adachi has a classic yellow PVC raincoat, but it's actually a yellow mods coat (source: Soejima's character design for Adachi says "mods coat"). The m51 parka that was worn by mods is made of nylon, so it's also waterproof. That said, I have no idea if the anime was trying to draw him in a pvc raincoat or a yellow mods.

#persona 4 #tohru adachi #persona 4 arena ultimax #persona 4 anime #persona stalker club #adachi brainrot #can't believe they made the country that persona takes place in a real country!!!

[kaitokitty19]

Hakukai headcanon that Kaito passes Hakuba passive aggressive notes during class but it's written in codes so Hakuba had to solve it to get the content.

First, it's standard stuffs like Morse and decoder wheels; once that had proven too easy to solve, Kaito started making up his own language/code. After a while, Hakuba was finally able to decode; but they kept at it because it's still harder to read than any other type of codes Kaito had attempted. Admittedly, they were both having fun. I can imagine geniuses like Kaito and Hakuba are usually underwhelmed and unchallenged by standard k-12 education. So this mental stimulation proves beneficial to them both. For the first time in their lives, schools weren't just a mandatory chore but something they actually look forward to.

Fast forward to KID's heist where the Black Org zeroed in on the thief, leaving him on the run and wounded, and Hakuba was unable to directly assist KID (due to Black Org member already infiltrated the ranks of the Tokyo Metropolitan police force), they used the same made-up language only they knew to communicate. Kaito discreetly gave Hakuba his location and Hakuba arrived just in time before Kaito bleed out.

oh man I wish I have enough brain cells to write fics like that urghh

#hakukai #dcmk #detco #hakuba saguru #kuroba kaito #magic kaito #白快 #kaitou kid #sagukai #headcanon #fic

[a-forbidden-detective]

Totomaru Isshiki, Metropolitan Police Tokyo detective (Part 1)

Not seeing so much anime Toto Isshiki appreciation, which saddens me because Junya Enoki has done a very good vocal acting/interpretation for a start. He is indeed Totomaru Isshiki!

#kamonohashi ron no kindan suiri #totomaru isshiki #ron kamonohashi #akira amano #ron et toto #ron kamonohashi: deranged detective #deranged detective: ron kamonohashi #episode 1 #rkdd anime #junya enoki #voice acting #voice actors

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一期一会 | ichi-go, ichi-e | Part One

一期一会 | ichi-go, ichi-e Masterlist

Summary: The Tokyo premiere of Elvis brings Austin Butler into your life. He proves difficult to treat as just another client, and the effects of your choices will have lasting consequences.

Pairing: Austin Butler x Female Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Language, Sexual Tension, Longing Glances, Brief Violence, Mentions of Alcohol Consumption, Mature/Explicit Themes [oral and manual stimulation - f receiving, penetration, unprotected intercourse] - 18+ Only

Disclaimer: For entertainment purposes only. This story is in no way based on fact. The rumoured bar fight between Austin Butler and Ezra Miller has been disproven. This is only an exploration of one possible explanation. The thoughts and experiences of life in Japan are based on my own experience of living there for nearly seven years and may not reflect the thoughts and experiences of others.

Inspiration: This fantastic gif set courtesy of @carnevol

Word Count: 10,208

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“Sources close to Austin tell TMZ the incident never happened, and Austin never even stepped foot in a pub during his time in Japan as the initial claims suggested. Not to mention, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department tells TMZ they have no record of the incident.”

You smile to yourself as you skim through the article on TMZ, body jostling with the movements of the packed rush hour train taking you home to your Asakusa apartment after another long day. It had worked. The best ¥20,000 you’d ever spent. Sliding your phone into your purse you shift your eyes to the scenery flying by the window, letting your mind wander back a few days.

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The morning of June 28, 2022 promised to be hot and clear in Tokyo. The rainy season was not living up to its name this year, with temperatures much hotter much sooner than expected. The weather, however, was the furthest thing from your mind at 5 AM that morning.

After years of studying, of working your way up the rigid corporate ladder, you were finally being deployed on a translation assignment. Sadly, not as one of the primary translators assigned to the celebrities in Tokyo to promote Elvis over the next few days, but even being an alternate was an achievement.

It was not common for people born outside of Japan to be hired by translation companies, but since arriving in Japan five years ago, you had immersed yourself in the culture and the language. It had not been difficult to do so; your teaching assignment from the government had you living in a fishing village on the northern island of Hokkaido. It had been in your best interest to learn to communicate with the locals. Long, dark winter nights had been perfect for studying, and you had measured your progress by taking the Japan Language Proficiency Exams twice annually.

As your teaching contract came to an end, two years ago now, you had just achieved the level of N1, native speaker, and thought you may as well shoot for the stars when you applied to work for a translation company in Tokyo that often provided services to the entertainment industry.

By some miracle, they had actually taken a chance on you. The first year, you had not stepped out of the building on assignment once; in charge of arrangements by phone, making tea for the office, observing your superiors.

When that didn’t make you up and leave, you were slowly used as a supplementary translator at conferences, inching your way closer to TV shows and red carpet events. When you’d received the assignment in early June, your colleague Sachiko had pulled you into the bathroom to squeal with you excitedly. She was nearly fifty and had taken it upon herself to look after you as her own daughter.

You’d run everything by her, what to wear, how to do your hair and makeup, wanting everything to be just right for this opportunity.

You looked yourself over in the mirror, hair pulled back off your face, makeup just enough to make you look fresh-faced, but not too bold. Your black skirt suit was perfectly tailored, and you wore a black blouse with black lace accents on the collar and cap sleeves beneath it. Despite the heat, you were wearing black nylons, a must in Japanese society, and modest black heels. Not too tall as to stand out.  Your job today was to disappear into the background, a shadow placed behind the talent to ensure the list of interviews, and later the premiere, were perfectly executed to the studio’s standards.

Despite the low chance of rain in the forecast, you still took your umbrella as you headed out to the train station in the weak light of dawn. Rather than just a probability, you’d found the percentage of precipitation in the forecast was more of an indication of how much of the day it would rain or snow. The day’s schedule began with morning shows and that meant the group needed to be on camera in Fuji television studios by 9:30.

The team for the day – Sachiko, Yuka, Mr. Kimura, and yourself, met at the office before heading to the hotel to join Mr. Luhrmann and Mr. Butler. That was how you were instructed to address them, even if they requested otherwise.

Protocol and hierarchy were deeply entrenched into Japanese society. Everything one did orbited around where one fit into the current social situation. Thus, you entered the suite last, carrying a bag of clipboards, pens, water…anything the primary translators might need in the execution of their duties. Mr. Kimura was in the lead, the supervisor for the day. As he’d introduced himself to them and their people, you had set your items down in the corner and lined up with Sachiko and Yuka. Mr. Kimura introduced Sachiko as Mr. Luhrmann’s translator, Yuka as Mr. Butler’s, and you as a back up. The three of you bowed deeply at the waist, hands pressed to the outside of your thighs, giving the highest level of courtesy to your clients for the day.

As you straightened, you swallowed thickly as your eyes were caught by the startling blue of Mr. Butler’s gaze. You’d never encountered a gaze with such a physical impact in and of itself. You could fairly feel his eyes taking in your face…trailing down your body. You felt several things …confusion – you were not entirely certain what you had done to draw his attention……panic – you were supposed to be invisible, and he was most definitely looking at you…attraction – he was handsome. Why hadn’t you prepared yourself for that?! Everything about him was lanky grace. Long limbs, long fingers, long lingering looks. And then he opened his mouth to speak.

“It’s very nice to meet you all” He murmured in agreement with whatever Mr. Luhrmann had said. Well shit, you job was also to listen even through a cacophony of chatter…this was not a good start. But you did hear the sleepy rasp in his voice…his voice dripping with a southern accent that tasted like an old fashioned – bourbon forward with a sweet cherry finish. You were fucked.

You managed to murmur platitudes about looking forward to working with them, prompted by Sachiko and Yuka as they cheerfully replied first. You turned to gather the bags and stood against the wall as the primary translators stepped forward to work on building rapport with their clients. You fished a clipboard with the schedule on it from the supply bag and busied your eyes with tracing the numbers and letters on the paper. You knew it by heart, but the exercise was grounding, and you were able to slow your racing heart.

The scent of citrus mixed with something utterly masculine seeped into your thoughts and you lifted your head, startled to find him standing right in front of you. The plush of the hotel carpet had muffled his approach. You cleared your throat to try and regain your senses.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there. Is there anything I can help with you, Mr. Butler.”

That mouth, with those luscious pink lips, formed your name. You watched his tongue move with the vowel sounds as though he was tasting it and you shifted a little on your heels.

“Th..that’s right.” It was a herculean task to tear your eyes from his lips, to speak coherent words. Meeting his eyes had been an equally bad idea, though. There were flecks of colour in the rich blue of his irises, and you had just wanted to spend hours cataloguing each of them devotedly.

“I just wanted to say hi, even though we might not work that closely together.” He had outstretched his hand, and you had reached yours out in kind, watching as his warm skin and long fingers engulfed yours completely.

“Please let me know if you need anything. Anything at all. I’m happy to help.” You had felt the blush on your cheeks; you were helpless to stop it. You settled your eyes on his left cheekbone, the beauty marks trailing along his skin there.

You’d spent so long in Japanese society, where eye contact was considered too forward, that looking most people in the eye was rather difficult. Mr. Butler’s eyes were like staring into a welder’s arc…certain to blind you.

“There may be times when Yuka needs a break or has to step away. I will take over then, but hopefully I’ll be able to let you know so you’re not startled.” Focusing on the task at hand had helped you find the ability to articulate yourself again.

“I look forward to it…” He murmured and squeezed your hand again before releasing it gently. His personal assistant appeared then, from somewhere to the right of your eye line, and pulled him into a discussion about the schedule. You had seized the opportunity to escape, sliding along the wall to check in with your team. They had sent you down to ensure the van was ready to depart and you took a deep breath of the scentless air outside the hotel room to refocus.

You found the van waiting out front of the hotel and called Mr. Kimura to confirm it was ready. You waited patiently, making polite conversation with the driver, before you had heard some squealing from a group of girls waiting to the side of the hotel entrance. You looked over to see those long legs carrying him down the stairs with nothing short of a cocky swagger. The distance allowed you the opportunity to take in his outfit: black pants, black boots polished to a shine, a white t-shirt and open pinstripe button-up.

It was not fair how handsome he looked in that assortment of clothes, with his tanned skin and sun-kissed hair. You had tensed as you felt it again…that gaze…you stifled a gasp as he had caught you in the process of drinking him in. You turned to confirm one last thing with the driver, hoping the blush would disappear from your cheeks. They were still warm when the scent of citrus came close again…mixed now with a hint of cedar. His cologne had been evolving as his body heat warmed it. You swallowed tightly and slid on your KN95 mask. It was perfectly matched to your skin tone to encourage eyes to overlook you.

There was only half a seat left on the forward bench when you went to climb in last. Beside Mr. Butler. He’d settled with his legs slightly spread but upon seeing your conundrum, he’d shifted to make room for you. You gritted your teeth and perched on as little of the seat as possible. The driver pulled the rolling door shut and you had jumped a little at the sound.

“So, may I ask how you found yourself in this profession?” He spoke in a low voice, just for you, and you could feel it slide along your skin. The question made your lips slide into a thin line beneath your mask, reminding you of the constant micro-aggressions: ‘Where are you from?’ ‘Why can you speak Japanese so well?’ ‘When are you going home?’ Japan was not an easy place to make a home when you had been born somewhere else.

The driver had pulled out into traffic, swerving suddenly as a cyclist darted into traffic, and your perch on the seat did nothing to prevent you from being thrown into his side. He may be slim but under those clothes he was solid. His hands had gripped your elbows to steady you as you began apologizing profusely, pulling back to return his personal space to him.

“Really, I am so sorry” You looked up into his eyes as you apologized one last time, sitting your butt fully into the seat. Your thigh had pressed against his and he made no move to shift away. You could see his face was earnest, question genuine, so you took a deep breath and launch into the simplified version. Once you were fully seated, his hands had settled back into his lap.

He leaned in, listening intently as you spoke, focusing your gaze on the city passing by the window. It was, again, just shy of making eye contact, but you could see those damn blue eyes out in the periphery of your vision. You got the impression the mask bothered him, but it was still required for staff and crew to wear masks when in close proximity with talent. He had asked the occasional question as you explained all the forces that had brought you here, mostly your own efforts, but mostly he just listened with such an intensity your heart fluttered irregularly.

As you neared the end of your answer, you had noticed you were only five minutes from the first television station and could hear Sachiko talking to Mr. Luhrmann about what to expect.

“Did you have any questions about your first interview, Mr. Butler?”

He had started a little and shook his head. “Austin, please.”

“I apologize but I am not able to do that, Mr. Butler.”

He sighed and rubbed his fingers along his chin thoughtfully. “What is ‘good morning’ again?”

“Ohayou gozaimasu. You can slow it down and remember it using English words though…Ohio goes-I-muss.”

He grinned and practiced it a few times. “So arigatou goes-I-muss is thank you then?”

You nodded encouragingly. “Exactly. But Yuka will be right there with you.”

“You’ll be there too, right?” He asked quickly and something in his voice had made you glance at his eyes quickly. He somehow seemed a little…nervous?

“Absolutely, I’ll be behind the camera” You nodded and turned as the driver had parked and was now opening the door. You slid out quickly and stood off to the side to bring up the rear again. The glass building was huge and imposing as the group headed in, Mr. Butler chatting with his assistant and Mr. Luhrmann alternatingly.

The two men were run through make-up and mic’d up backstage while you helped Yuka and Sachiko prepare for the live, simultaneous translation. It was possibly the most difficult task that could be requested of a translator. The hosts would speak to the guests in Japanese with the translators immediately translating into the ear of the guest from behind. The guests would then answer in English and the translator would translate it into Japanese for the host and the camera. To an outsider it looked like utter chaos. To a translator it was a very careful juggling act, and the clipboards for notetaking were essential tools to ensure it all went smoothly.

Once everyone was in place, you had stood behind camera to watch the live segment. You could not help but feel a growing affection for Mr. Butler. He kept his arms crossed, obviously feeling out of his element, but was still so warm and friendly in his responses. He would have been a dream to translate for, you thought. He modulated his answers to make them easier to relay, and always turned toward Yuka as she provided English translation to him. A gentleman who refused to ignore what everyone was begging him to not see.

He had found you pretty early on in the segment and glanced when he delivered his adorably accented ‘good morning.’ You had grinned brightly, eyes crinkling with your encouragement, and he had found them again as the clips of Elvis had played. You had to admit you were quite excited that you would get a chance to watch the film that evening. There was something in the way that man moved that made it difficult to breathe…

After the segment came to an end your group had moved off the set to allow the rest of the morning show to play out. You stepped away to the windows overlooking Tokyo Bay to slide your mask off one ear, taking a deep sip of water from your bottle. You slid the mask back on and turned to see if they had been freed from backstage. He was looking at you again with that gaze, pretending to listen to something his assistant was saying. Your breath hitched in your throat, and you were grateful as Mr. Kimura came over to give you more marching orders and keep you on task.

The rest of the morning show segments were taped to be aired a later date. They were at most five minutes long, but with driving time, it was nearing noon by the time you returned to the hotel. Mr. Butler had saved you the seat beside him every time, asking questions about your favourite restaurant in Tokyo, or how to say good afternoon. He also asked if any temples or shrines would be open after the premiere was finished and after he humored Baz with some karaoke.

“Kaminari-mon and Sensoji temple stay lit and accessible all night long, so you could definitely go see those no matter what time you’re finished for the day.” You had replied.  Stepping out back at the hotel, you confirmed on your schedule that lunch was next, then Mr. Luhrmann and Mr. Butler had a break before a special segment would be recorded at the hotel.

They would be meeting Yukawa Reiko, a Japanese music journalist who had met Elvis three times before his untimely death. She was also known for her close relationship with Yoko Ono and John Lennon. Your group headed up to the suite where a set of high-end bento lunch boxes were waiting along with a variety of bottled drinks. You hung back against the wall as Mr. Kimura gave them another run down of the schedule and invited them to eat.

The whole team had then waited in silence for the clients to decide if they would take the food back to their rooms or if they would invite you dine with them. Assumptions were never made, interaction was never forced, but Japanese hospitality dictated that you all wait until the clients’ wishes were made clear.

“Please, eat with us” Baz had smiled brightly, and you couldn’t help the thrill in your stomach. More time to stare at him. Maybe he would ask you more questions, you had thought. You grabbed a bento and a bottle of sanpin-cha – a blend of jasmine and oolong teas from Okinawa. Mr. Butler was right beside you, looking over the selections. You could empathize; the stylized labels provided little insight to a non-native speaker. You had walked him through the choices, describing the tastes of each, before he settled on a barley tea. He pulled out a chair for you at the long table and gestured with a graceful motion of his hand, inviting you to sit.

“Thank you very much” You sat with him warmly, pulling a pair of reusable chopsticks out of your bag and had removed your mask to start eating carefully. You looked to him and decided you should at least ask him one question in return…but nothing cliché…not about his last twenty-four hours in Japan…not about making the movie…

“So how did you end up in your profession?” You turned his own question back onto him. You flushed with a hint of pride at his soft laugh before he launched into the simplified version of his career for you.

People had begun to excuse themselves from the table, Mr. Luhrmann back to his room, your team to rest for a while in the bedrooms of the suite, but the two of you had stayed there just talking. Somehow, you’d landed on the topic of travel, and you had regaled him with your current project of visiting each of Japan’s forty-seven prefectures.

“The country is only the size of California, but each region is so remarkably distinct, it’s just so fascinating to explore them all.” You were chancing more frequent glances at his eyes the longer you talked. They were somehow irresistible, drawing you in like refreshing pools of water on this very hot day.

“I really wish I was here longer; my first time and its all of forty-eight hours…” He had sighed wistfully, but a polite cough from his assistant, recently returned from her room, brought you both back to reality.

“I’m sorry Austin but we need to get you ready for the meeting with Ms. Yukawa.”

He had apologized to her and then again to you before excusing himself. Finding yourself alone in the suite, you had slid out of your suit jacket, slipped out of your heels, and stood in front of the air conditioner to try and cool down. You knew that the heat in your cheeks had little to do with the temperature outside and much, much more to do with the intensity of Mr. Butler; it was almost entirely due to your growing desire for the man. You exhaled slowly, trying to ignore the lingering scent of sandalwood he had left behind, the low note in the cologne he was wearing.

It had flooded your senses and spoken to the ancient part of your brain that was quite insistent he would make an excellent mate; the sooner you swapped gametes, the better. You slammed the heel of your palm into your forehead with a groan, trying to reset your brain like a faulty hard drive. You were not successful.

You had managed to get some rest and recollect yourself, heading down to one of the meeting rooms where three chairs had been set up with a plexiglass barrier between them for Mr. Luhrmann, Mr. Butler, and Ms. Yukawa to engage in a filmed conversation. It would be easier translation this time as the footage would be edited to allow for smooth playback for the Japanese audience. Ms. Yukawa had not been provided a translator and asked if someone might be able to assist her as her hearing wasn’t what it used to be. It was hard for her to hear Sachiko and Yuka with masks on and plexiglass between them.

Mr. Kimura had nodded at you then and your veins flooded with a thrill of adrenaline. You stepped forward and bowed deeply to her, introducing yourself to her warmly. You had felt those eyes on you again, watching intently, and surely listening, as you spoke Japanese. You took your place behind her, off camera, clipboard in had to note important words to hit in your translation. You narrowed your focus to just the words, trying to push out that accent that felt like it was licking at the shell of your ear every time Mr. Butler spoke. You could see the joy on his face, as well as Mr. Luhrmann’s, as you translated Ms. Yukawa’s statement that she was grateful to tears for such a beautiful film about Elvis’s life.

There was passion in him, you realized. Passion for the film, passion for the man he had been chosen to portray…and unless you were mistaken, a desire to like every part of his life with that same passion. The allotted time for recording the meeting flew by rapidly and as it ended, it took you a moment to re-engage the rest of your brain, to flesh out into a full human and not the pared down translation machine. You thanked Ms. Yukawa profusely for her time and returned to your place at the back of the room as Mr. Kimura instructed your team to go rest for the next two hours while the clients changed for the premiere.

You did not miss the slide of Mr. Butlers eyes along your cheek as he was ushered up to his room to get ready. Your eyes had flicked to his, and he’d nodded to you before following his assistant out the door. You had followed your colleagues back up to the working suite, hanging up your suit jacket before laying on one of the futon on the floor to try and sleep. You’d been up since five and the main event of the day was still yet to come. You were restless at first, mind filled with his voice, his glances, his cologne…but fatigue, thankfully, won out and you managed an hour of sleep before forcing yourself up to brush your teeth and fix your hair and makeup.

You could only imagine how tired the two men must be, all of this heaped onto the jetlag…

It was a fleet of sleek black cars waiting in front of the hotel entrance for your group this time, and you waited at the door of the last car in the line. Lowest in the hierarchy meant you needed to be there first, waiting. The combination of squealing and the familiar caress of his gaze turned your head to look up at the steps. Your fingers nearly dropped the supply bag as he stepped out of the hotel doors in all white, shirt unbuttoned down to his sternum, a gold chain and pendant on the tanned, exposed skin of his chest.

You had briefly wished your heart would arrest at that point…the rhythm was so chaotic it would not have been too much to ask. You swallowed quickly as there was a lot of saliva in your mouth all of a sudden. You had turned away and snapped your mask onto your face like armour, holding the car door open for Mr. Kimura to slide in. Mr. Butler’s eyes met yours and he had offered you a nod with just the hint of a smirk before sliding into the front car with Mr. Luhrmann.

You quickly jumped into your vehicle and the trio of automobiles headed out through traffic to the event. It was quite frankly unlike anything you’d ever experienced; a glittering pink carpet packed with media and fans. Somehow through it all Mr. Butler seemed utterly calm and cool, while Mr. Luhrmann stole the show with over-the-top excitement. You were all watching the Jailhouse Rock dance performance by a popular Japanese dance group when Yuka tugged at your sleeve sharply.

“I have a headache and sore throat; protocol says I have to leave. Good luck.” She had bowed deeply to you before slipping off through the crowd. You looked after her in concern before Mr. Kimura shifted to stand beside you.

“Are you ready?” He asked and you nodded quickly, grateful you’d had a bit of a warmup earlier in the day with Ms. Yukawa. You stepped over behind Mr. Butler and took a breath to interrupt his focus on the dance troupe. Your senses were flooded with that cologne again, eyes inadvertently fluttering shut. The whisper of your name, in that voice, against your ear made then snap open again. He was so very close to you…your heart rabbited in your chest, but you clenched your fists, digging your nails into your palms to ground your focus.

“Yuka has had to leave, I will be assisting you through the Q&A, Mr. Butler.” You had leaned up to murmur in his ear.

His smile was small, just visible to you, as he nodded once before looking back to the performance. Every concession and consideration he had provided Yuka was offered to you two-fold. His eyes sought yours as you translated questions, he broke his answers into neat chunks or simply kept them brief to allow you to accurately convey his words to the audience. By the time you were ushered into the theatre to watch the film, you wondered if he might not just sleep through it. It was dark enough and surely he had been tired enough.

You, however, were on the edge of your seat from the first. The haunting line from Suspicious Minds took a hold of you and the film did not let you go for all two hours and thirty-nine minutes of it. It was not so absorbing, however, that you didn’t feel his presence in the seat to your left like the glow of superheated embers. Every nerve in your body was happily announcing to you that he was right there, that man on the screen who was moving his hips like that, making you cross and re-cross your legs in an attempt to keep your arousal to yourself.

His gaze had found your thighs as your skirt inched higher along your nylons with all your fidgeting. You had sunk your teeth into your bottom lip, taking slow breaths through your nose. Do not look at him, you had thought. Do not acknowledge or encourage…your fingers gripped the hem of your skirt, not so subtly, and tried to pull it down a little.

Lust was not the only feeling the film had aroused in you, however. By the time he was delivering the speech about the bird without legs, you were dabbing at your eyes with the cuff of your suit jacket, trying to wick away tears before they could fall down your cheeks.

As the credits began to roll, the theatre erupted into applause, cheers, and a standing ovation. You were quick to join in, risking a glance at him. He was blushing now, and you felt somewhat vindicated to see him embarrassed for once today. But how humble it was of him, to be able to embody such an ego on film so very well and yet remain so down-to-earth. You had all piled into the cars then, heading back to the hotel suite. You had been weighed down by the sudden realization that this magical day really was at an end. You and Sachiko were in the middle of a sweep of the suite when you heard Mr. Butler calling your name. You looked at Sachiko and she dropped all her professionalism with a broad grin.

“Ichi-go, ichi-e” She stated simply, and you had flushed scarlet. She’d proceeded to shoo you out into the main room, and you smoothed your suit jacket in a self-soothing motion.

“Mr. Butler?”

He laughed and shook his head. “Look, Baz is determined about the whole karaoke thing, and we have no idea where to go or how to do it…Please?”

You swallowed roughly, Sachiko’s words ringing in your ears. Live life now. Live it to the fullest as though this moment would never come again.

“Of course, I can help you two find a place.” You grabbed your purse and nodded.

“On one condition…” He had grinned slyly.

You had looked to him startled; not certain he was in any position to put stipulations on a favour he’d ask of you.

“You have got to stop calling me Mr. Butler.” He laughed cheekily and you couldn’t help your bark of relieved laughter.

“Fine…Austin. Are you two ready to go now?”

He had nodded enthusiastically, and you had bowed deeply to Sachiko, thanking her for all her hard work that day, before following him out. Honestly, karaoke bars were not that hard to find once one knew what they were looking for, but you reminded yourself you too had once been a lost foreigner. You found a reputable chain location close to the hotel, one you even had a points card for, and booked them a room for an hour. Their assistants were there, along with a few other people you didn’t recognize. You weren’t certain if you were meant to join them until long, warm fingers wrapped around your wrist and pulled you into the room.

Even with the air conditioning it was warm, so you slid out of your suit jacket…The skin of your arms was not given the opportunity to cool down, however, as the fabric of your jacket was quickly replaced with the heat of his gaze taking in the new territory. You made sure everything was set up in English for them, passing the mic to Baz who was bouncing with excitement. You tried to find the back corner of the room, but your wrist was in his grasp again and you were pulled into the space beside him, pressed quite close.

It behooved any resident of Japan to learn a karaoke specialty song, inevitably you would be called upon to perform for karaoke with friends or colleagues and it was better to be prepared. You had been sly in your choice, learning a song that usually came with guide vocals at most establishments. Many people usually knew it from graduation ceremonies, but that would not be the case with this group. So, when the tablet was thrust into your hands by an enthusiastic Austin to input your song, you had easily found Angela Aki’s 手紙 ～拝啓 十五の君へ～, (Letter: Greetings to My 15-Year-Old Self). That was not to say you had not been petrified; a fear which only deepened when he performed Polk Salad Annie for you all.

To hear his voice in the movie theatre had been one thing. To hear it coming from the man next to you, to feel the vibrations of his voice where his side pressed against yours, was entirely another. He had handed you the microphone, still warm from his grasp, as the opening strains of the song came up and you tried to push out all the distractions. You knew this song; you would be fine…and you sang. It was not going to win you a Grammy, but you made it through without missing notes or words, the hallmark of a successful karaoke performance. You even had the room clapping along to the beat during the bridge.

You were still grateful when the song ended, passing the microphone to his assistant as though it was scalding your hand. As she took over singing a Britney Spears song, you felt him lean in close.

“Will you tell me what it means after this?” He had intoned into your ear.

You swallowed visibly, had seen his eyes flick to your throat to watch the motion closely, and nodded firmly. More songs were sung, and suddenly the five-minute warning flashed across the screen. You double-checked if they wanted to extend the time, but everyone was suddenly looking quite tired…even Austin. You had settled the bill for the drinks, snacks, and booth rental with Baz; you did the talking, he did the paying. The group meandered back to the hotel, and you stopped in the lobby as people began filtering up to the elevators, wishing each other good night. Austin leaned in close to your ear, looking as though he was saying farewell.

“Give me five minutes? I want to take you somewhere.” Were the words that actually came out of his mouth.

You had nodded, rendered mute, and sat in one of the lobby chairs, checking your texts idly. True to form, he was back within the promised time frame, wearing the black short-sleeved button up and black pants from that afternoon’s meeting with Ms. Yukawa. He had a mask over his face, but truly it did little to hide how overwhelmingly attractive he was. You had moved to your feet as you saw him step out of the elevator and he took your hand, leading you to the line of cabs.

He helped you in and looked to the driver. “Kaminari-mon onegai.”

You had been running through an endless list of guesses as to where he wanted to take you, but this was the best of all. You squeezed his hand gently and added your more formal ‘onegaishimasu’ to the driver who bowed and pulled out onto the much quieter streets.

“So…the song…It obviously meant something to you…”

Your cheeks reddened but you nodded.

“It is a letter to the performer’s 15 year old self, talking to them about all they have been through…saying things like believe in your own voice, don’t give up…even as an adult there are nights when my heart is broken and I can’t sleep, but I am still alive…I was a pretty awkward kid, I would have loved to get a letter like that from myself at that age. Because things are better now. I can pull up the lyrics if you’d like?” You looked to him in the intermittent glow of streetlights and signs, but he shook his head.

“I’ll look it up another time, I’d rather look at you right now.”

Your heart gave one terrific thud, and you were certain that might have been the last blow it could take, but somehow the rhythm kickstarted again and you exhaled shakily. The driver pulled up to the massive lantern hanging beneath a bright red gate and turned to ask you for fare. You pulled out your wallet, filled with cash as Japan was still very much a cash-based society and paid, despite Austin’s protests, before sliding out.

The temple complex was much quieter now than it was during the daytime, but it was well-lit and striking. His hand took yours again as his other busied itself snapping photos on his phone. You walked slowly, letting him set the pace, telling him a little about the history of the place. The normally bustling Nakamise shopping street was shuttered for the evening, but you were thrilled as Austin gravitated to the intricate street art painted onto the metal shutters. Your path up to the temple was winding and inefficient, but he was so clearly enjoying himself and you were feeling very privileged to see it.

You had showed him how to cleanse himself with incense before stepping onto the sacred grounds and led him over to say a prayer on the steps of the temple. You had fished a few five yen coins out of your wallet, holding one out to him.

“Go-en, it’s a homonym for destiny. The best coin to pray with. This temple is dedicated to the bodhisattva Kannon. She embodies compassion.” You dropped your coin in the wooden coin box before bowing deeply and pressing your hands together. You waited quietly as you heard the noise of his coin ricocheting against the sides of wooden box after he tossed it in, finishing your prayer with a bow. As soon as you had looked up, his hand had seized yours again.

“What else can we do at this time of night?” He was so intently focused on making the most of every moment in this country, your heart ached a little.

“I’ll take you to my favourite izakaya…it’s like a pub. I actually live quite close to here.”

He had nodded eagerly and, unfortunately, neither of you had been blessed with the slightest inkling of what would happen there.

It was busier than you had anticipated, with a large number of ex-pats seated at tables. The owner had heard the bell above the door jingle as you entered, calling out his blanket welcome of ‘Irasshaimase!’ before looking up. He grinned broadly and called out your name in a more personal greeting.

“Konbanwa Nakamura-san! Futari, onegaishimasu.” You held up two fingers, asking for two seats.

“Kauntaa de ii no kai?” He gestured to the only two open seats at the counter, next to the yakitori grill. You looked up to Austin.

“Are you ok with the counter?” He had nodded enthusiastically and the two of you had wound your way over to take the seats. You hung your suit jacket and purse on the hook under the counter, asking the owner for one English menu along with a Japanese one for you.

You worked through the options with him, choosing a few snacks and drinks. You placed the order with the owner, feeling Austin’s gaze on your mouth and throat as you spoke. The blush had crept up from below your blouse, but you remained focused on what you were trying to communicate. You looked to him slowly as you finished, and he shook his head in awe.

“I don’t think I will ever get tired of hearing you speak Japanese…You really love it, don’t you.”

You laughed shyly but nodded with a shrug.

“I do…it’s a language with a lot of meaning and history and levels of formality and…” You nodded again and watched the fingers of his left hand trace along the characters of the Japanese menu in front of you.

“It looks impossible to read…There’s no reference to anything I know here.”

“You start with the basics, each segment of the more complicated kanji has a meaning, so it’s all about how they are combined and where certain characters are placed.”

He raised an eyebrow dubiously and you laughed, pulling out a notebook and pen from your purse.

“Let me show you. So, for example,  there are two words for love: ai and koi. But the difference between them is illustrated by where the character for heart is positioned. This is kokoro – heart.”

You carefully drew the kanji 心.

“It’s pretty straight forward, four chambers just like a real heart. A much more accurate representation than a Western heart symbol. Now this, is ai, a deep abiding love. Long lasting, and can describe either romantic or platonic love.”

You drew the kanji 愛.

“The heart is here, in the middle…in your chest…” You were so wrapped up in your explanation that you didn’t even process that you were pressing your hand against the centre of his chest. He was watching raptly, licking his lips.

“Whereas koi is a shallow love, based on attraction, usually describing flings or the early stages of a relationship. It’s also part of the word for lover, only used for romantic situations.”

You drew the kanji 恋.

“This time the heart is at the bottom of the kanji, between the…” Your words stumbled a little, and you gestured vaguely towards his lap. “…legs.” It was your turn to watch the way his Adam’s apple bobbed in a visible swallow.

The clunk of your drinks being set on the bar pulled your attention away from his throat. You moved to put away the notebook, but he plucked it from your fingers, carefully extracting the page you’d given him the kanji lesson on. You watched as he folded it with care into four before sliding it into his breast pocket. You took a deep, bracing sip of your drink as the snacks began to arrive and you two set about sampling the various items.

He had asked more questions about the different kanji on the menu, and you had happily explained them, using the same technique your first Japanese teacher had used. You had used the stroke count to differentiate the kanji for one, two, and three; gotten him to see the shape of a cow’s horns in the kanji for gyu 牛 (beef). Neither of you had noticed the couple beside you leave, nor the increase of volume as a new boisterous group arrived. You did, however, notice him tense as someone hollered his name through the crowd.

You turned your head to follow his gaze, eyes widening a little as Ezra Miller had crowded into your local izakaiya with a pack of friends. The conversation had seemed friendly at first, if a little tense. The two celebrities had exchanged pleasantries and explanations of what had brought each of them to Tokyo.

“I saw the film when I was in Hawaii…Decent job, Butler.” Ezra had said in a tone that set your teeth on edge. It was very clearly a back-handed compliment. You saw the muscles of Austin’s jaw bunch as they clenched in an effort to stay civil. “Well, if you’re done with your Japanese tutor here, why don’t you two get out of our way so we can sit down” They had said, snide tone no longer gilded with a sheen of feigned civility.

“Don’t talk about her that way.” Austin had said tersely, sitting taller on the bar stool. “We were here first and have no intention of leaving until we’re good and ready.”

“Defending a nobody in a department store suit, Butler? What happened to the revolving door of actresses and models? Why are you wasting your time on a dowdy thing like…” You never did get a chance to hear the rest of Ezra Miller’s insults.

Austin had slid to his feet, drawn himself to his full intimidating height, and employed the toned muscles of his right arm to slam his right fist into Ezra’s jaw. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as their face had snapped to the side under the force, spit flying from their venomous lips as they stumbled back into their group of friends. As they tried to scramble back to their feet, to lunge at Austin, things were suddenly sped up to twice the normal speed. Ezra’s friends were holding them back, Austin standing still and intimidating, shielding you from the problematic star. You had moved quickly then, spurred on by the reactions of the staff and patrons of the izakaiya. You pulled all the bills out of your wallet, totalling around ¥20,000, and put them on the bar. It was roughly the equivalent of $200 USD, much more than your bill.

You called out to the owner, who was taking in the scene in stunned silence. You assured him you would be leaving promptly, asked him not to call the police. He had eyed you and the stack of bills for a brief moment before nodding sharply. He collected the bills as you grabbed your suit jacket and purse. He sent one of the yakitori cooks to drag the Miller group out the front door before motioning you to follow him out the back. You had slid your arm through Austin’s, dragging him after you through the kitchen and out into the alley.

“Come on, please…” Your heart was racing, terrified a career ending scandal might taint all his hard work promoting the film that day. The Japanese were not as forgiving as the rest of the world when it came to scandal. You needed to get him out of public and the fastest way to do that would be to take him into your one room apartment. It was a short walk to the next block where you lived, walking as fast as your heels would allow. Austin had stridden alongside you smoothly with those ridiculously long legs, hand clasping yours. You unlocked the gate before leading him up the stairs in your building, hands a bit shaky from the adrenaline, but you’d managed to unlock your front door and pull him into the entryway.

You had spun and slid your heels off as you stepped up onto the hardwood floor, a very practiced movement. He unzipped the sides of his boots and kicked them off to sit beside yours, following you into the hallway of an apartment you called home. It took precisely ten seconds to run from one end to the other. You had timed it once, out of curiosity. You reached into the fridge and pulled out a pack of frozen peas, reaching for his right hand as he got close enough, looking his knuckles over.

You gently pressed the improvised cold pack to his skin, making him hiss a little. Your heart rate had yet to recover from the rush out of the restaurant and down the darkened streets, the sprint up the stairs, the fact that he had defended you…You gasped a little as you felt the skin between the thumb and forefinger of his left hand slot itself below your chin. His thumb and fingers had gently pressed into skin on either side of your jaw as he guided your head up.

“Why won’t you ever look me in the eye?” He whispered softly, eyes searching your face.

Aside from your cultural adaption to Japanese ways, you had also been so afraid of what he might see there – the naked, unabashed desire you had felt for him since first laying eyes on him that morning. You took a fortifying breath and snapped your eyes to his now, no longer interested in trying to hide it. The flames of the fire blazing in your lower abdomen flickered in your eyes as you let yourself fall into his rapidly shrinking blue irises. His pupils had been rapidly expanding as he was finally able to see you. You heard the sharp intake of breath through his nose before his lips crashed into yours, body surging forward to push you back into the refrigerator as he pressed into you greedily.

You shuddered as you felt the outline of his hard cock pressing against your stomach, free hand reaching up to twist your fingers into those cursed curls that had been teasing you all day. The sound of the bag of frozen peas hitting the floor hardly registered in your brain as he pushed them out of your other hand to employ both his hands in pulling your blouse of out of your skirt. His fingers quickly snuck up and underneath the silk to stroke along the skin of your sides. Your breath shuddered into his mouth at the feel of his touch, the callouses on his fingers, the warmth of his palms.

His tongue took advantage of your open mouth to finally get a chance to taste you. The feel of the slick muscle of his tongue sliding along your own made your toes curl into the hardwood floor. Eventually oxygen became an unavoidable necessity, and you pulled back from his lips to gasp for air, breath thick with desire. You could feel him panting against the skin of your throat as took deep inhales of your scent.

“Fuck you smell so good; it’s been all I could think about all day.” His generous lips brushed against your skin as he spoke, making you shudder. He took the hint, showering your sensitive skin with kisses as his clever fingers found the zipper on your skirt. You chuckled wryly, breathlessly.

“You have no fucking idea what your cologne has been doing to me, do you?” You carefully stepped out of the fabric as it fell to the floor, hands hooking into the belt loops of his pants, pulling him after you as you moved deeper into the apartment to where your bed was.

“Oh, I think I do. When I caught you with your eyes closed on that pink carpet…I just about ripped that mask off to kiss you senseless…” He replied, standing still as you worked his pants and shirt off. Once they lay on a pile on the floor, he pulled you tightly against him, seizing your lips with his, kissing you until you felt unsteady on your feet, as promised. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your nylons and slid them down to your knees before he gripped your hips, lifting you onto the bed. He knelt at your feet, looking down at you in your bra and panties hungrily. His lips fell victim to the ravages of his teeth as he pulled the nylons up and off each leg in turn.

You watched, chest tight with anticipation as he tossed them aside, lips working their way down from your right ankle, along the inside of your calf, to your knee and up your inner thigh. You trembled as he got closer to the centre of your need, licking your lips eagerly.

“Did they survive?” His eyes looked up to yours as he came face to face with your panties. “The way you kept crossing your legs…I was rather hoping for them to be utterly ruined.”

You flushed and threw your head back with a sudden laugh. He grinned as he pressed his forearm into the mattress beside your head, stretching his body over yours as the fingers of his other hand slid past the waistband of your panties, seeking your folds. He hummed, pleased as he found your slick.

“So not entirely unscathed then…” He drank in your face as your eyelids fluttered, threatening to close at the sensation of his languid, exploratory strokes. Your thighs pressed together around his wrist needily, having fought to be well-behaved for so long.

“Please…” You breathed in desperation and his lips found yours, kissing you soothingly as fingers traced around your bundle of nerves before applying gentle but fleeting pressure. You squirmed beneath him, gripping his shoulders tightly, hips pressing up to his hand eagerly.

His lips pulled back from yours with a parting nip to the flesh of the lower one. He sat back onto his heels and tugged at the waistband of your underwear, getting you to lift your hips so he could divest you of them. He then gripped your elbows, pulling you up to a sitting position before reaching behind you to unclasp your bra. His fingers teasingly dragged the straps down your arms, raising goosebumps in their wake before that too was removed and tossed aside. Latching onto your right nipple, he had settled his hips against yours, leaning you back onto the mattress. His skin was frustratingly still clad in the fabric of his boxer-briefs but, as he ground against your core, you stopped your internal complaining and moaned eagerly.

The fingers of his free hand cupped the mound of your left breast as he settled back over you on his right forearm. He continued to pleasure your breasts as his hips rocked against yours insistently, the once hint of a shape now a very definitely hard, generously sized cock pressed tightly against you. As you grew wet enough to soak into the fabric of his underwear, he pulled back out of your reach, sliding down between your thighs to taste you eagerly.

Your hips had a bad habit of bucking towards his mouth needily, and he held them down with a firm grip as his tongue parted your folds to lap at your clit hungrily. He watched your face hungrily as your fingers sank into his curls again, crying out his name reverently. Throwing his left arm across your hips, pinning you under his elbow and hand, he freed his right hand to seek out your entrance. The pad of his index finger slowly dipped in and out of you before pressing deeper into you, making you throw your head back with a whimper.

Thrusting the digit in and out of you, working you open, he gradually added a second and third finger, curling them up to press against the area that made you toss your head to the side and swear like a sailor.

“Ohhh Jesus fucking Christ, Austin!” You wailed and he was relentless; manipulating the sensitive spot inside you with those delicious, dextrous fingers until his arm could no longer hold your hips down. You bucked hard, thighs clamping tightly around his head as his tongue had not once let up on your clit. Your orgasm had rocked through you, leaving you a trembling, gasping mess.

You watched through hooded eyes as he cleaned you up with his tongue before licking his fingers clean, savouring every last drop of your nectar. He had raised up on his knees again, sliding his boxer-briefs down to allow his insistent cock to spring free, slapping against the taught skin of his abdomen. The man was blessed, and you were about to be as well.

Tossing the fabric aside, he had slid up against you, cock pressing against your still-fluttering core as he settled his hips between your legs again. You arched your back up to kiss him appreciatively, not caring that his mouth tasted of your climax. His tongue twined with yours, moans sliding from his throat and down yours are he slid his cock between your folds, the crown snagging on your clit, making you whimper in reply. Before you could pull your lips back from his to beg, his cock began to sink into you, stretching you, filling you.

“Aus..Aus…tin…” You had stuttered between your whimpers, chest heaving.

“I know, you’re so fucking tight, holy fuck…” His head dropped to press against your collarbone, and you felt him shudder as he attempted to maintain control over his body’s urgent wish to slam into you. At last, he had settled into you fully, pelvis slotted snugly against yours. You shuddered and flexed your walls unintentionally, making him moan raggedly against your skin.

Unable to resist any longer, he pulled his hips back before pushing into your heat again, making you both moan. He set an easy pace to start, your exhales of pleasure meeting in the air between your mouths, curling around each other in the low light of your apartment. The pendant on the end of the gold chain knocked against your chin teasingly and you gripped it in your teeth teasingly.

The delicious feel of his cock sliding against your walls, nudging your cervix with each thrust, made your eyes roll back in your head. His pace increased as his left hand slid to cradle your jaw again.

“Lemme see your eyes” He ground out huskily and you fought to open them, to lock them onto his. Your walls clenched around him at the vision he presented above you, pink lips parted, eyebrows crinkled in pleasure, jaw working in concentration.

“I’m gonna…”

“Oh fuck, please…” His hips slapped into yours faster, your thighs spreading wider, heels digging into the bed as you just…needed…

“AHN!” you arched hard against him as his fingers found your clit again. You forced your eyes wider rather than clenching them shut as your release ripped through your body. Your walls clamped down around him tightly, pulling him under with you as he swore a litany of curses into your neck, flooding you with his hot cum. Shuddering breaths echoed in the quiet room as you both fought to calm racing hearts, to satiate the burning in your lungs. He slid from you carefully, making you whimper at the loss, before rolling to lay at your side. He gripped your right hip with his left hand and rolled you into his chest, pressing his plush lips to your forehead.

You lay your cheek on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slowing to a normal rhythm beneath your ear pressed to his skin.

“Thank you…for defending me…” You broke the silence and he scoffed sleepily.

“Thank you for saving my ass after I hit him…” He replied. You could tell sleep was working against him, the marathon of a day catching up with him.

“What time do you need to be at the airport?” You left off the word tomorrow as it was definitely today now. He was leaving today.

“Leaving the hotel at 9…” He murmured softly and you kissed his chest, just above where the pendant lay. You waited patiently, fighting off your own sleep, letting him drift off before you slid from his embrace to set an alarm and assemble his clothes on the chair beside the bed, hoping to make the wake up a little easier on him. You cleaned up in the washroom, coming back to stand on the threshold of the bedroom, watching him sleep soundly, bathed in the light from the street. God he was perfection. Your heart panged a little with the knowledge that this was surely the end of…whatever the last twenty hours had been.

“Ichi-go, ichi-e” You had whispered to yourself and blinked as the idea came to you. You fished out your wallet and found a clean, shiny five yen coin. You found some origami paper on your coffee table and carefully folded a pouch to slide the coin into. You added a slip of paper, writing out the expression on one side – he would be able to use his phone to translate it if he wanted. You added your email on the reverse. You slipped it into the breast pocket of his shirt, along with the folded note paper from the restaurant, before sliding into bed with him to enjoy a few hours of sleep.

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You slide your shoes off in the entryway and step into your apartment proper, sighing a little as the scent of his cologne is almost gone. You flick on the lights and set down your things, changing into comfy clothes before pulling out your phone again. You mindlessly scroll through Twitter as you lay on the bed, his name catching your eye. You click on the post, not your usual habit, but curious after your experience with him. The photo of him posing with some fans on the streets of Los Angeles makes you smile…such a sweetheart.

The chain around his neck, or rather the pendant, catches your eye and you zoom in, gasping to see he’s slid the chain through the centre of the five yen coin, wearing it proudly. You swallow back something akin to a squeal. So, it had meant more to him than just a chance meeting…

Your phone buzzes with an email notification and you roll onto your stomach on the bed, cheeks aching from your grin as he’s sent you a screenshot of the translation of the phrase you had written for him. What had previously felt like an ending, in the early dawn of June 29, is transforming into a beginning right before your eyes.

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Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

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