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Bible Black: Training Days
Part Two: Protégé
ONE YEAR LATER…
Kurumi Imari tied the red ruffle tie and looked at herself in the mirror. The tie completed her brand new uniform, making her an official Tokken Investigator. Of course, she was an investigator-in-training, an apprentice to Chief Investigator Toru Yuge, but that didn’t bother her. She was proud that she was finally able to wear the uniform, something she’d been waiting to wear for months. It had originally been Yuge’s idea. She had been on her way to completing her fourth year of school (as a transfer student at another school) and one day Yuge had said. “Once you’re done, the best way for me to look out for you would be for you to come work with me.” She had been overjoyed. Secretly, she had been wanting to join Tokken, so she had jumped at the opportunity when it finally arrived.
Of course, she might have had second thoughts if she’d realized how uncomfortable the women’s uniform would be. The blouse was tight on her torso, and displayed her tits as if they were fine art (which made her proud and uncomfortable at the same time, if that were possible). The inlaid bustier pinched her waist flatteringly if oppressively, and the dark miniskirt showed off her ample hips and ass better than her preferred pleated skirts ever could. Of course, she was sure her panties would be easily visible if she ever bowed deeply, but she simply took the possibility philosophically, opting to wear her favorite blue-and-white panties just so any peeping tom would enjoy the show. The strangest feeling came from the uniform stockings. She’d never worn a garter belt before, and it felt odd under the tight skirt, but she needed it to hold the light, gray stockings up. In the end, she felt like she was cosplaying as some hentai anime police officer. The very thought made her blush at her reflection.
She sighed. She was getting what she wanted, and the uniform came with it, so there was no use complaining. Instead she got ready to put her hair up. She reached for her favorite ball barette and gathered her hair up to put in a ponytail high on the right side. She was just about to clasp the barette when she had a sudden thought, then she put the barette down, found a smaller one, then set the ponytail low instead of high. She smiled at her reflection when she saw it. Now she was ready for her first day.
Imari checked her watch. It was time to wake Yuge up, so she left her bedroom and went across the hall into his. She smiled as she remembered living in his old apartment. It hadn’t been long after she’d moved in that his misgivings had proven true. He couldn’t share the one-bedroom apartment properly with a girl, so he’d searched like a madman for a new place with a second bedroom.
Yuge was still asleep, curled up under the covers on his futon. Imari smiled at the sight, then bent low and shook his shoulder. “Wake up,” she said. “Wake up! It’s time for you to get up.”
Yuge awoke with a start, then turned to find Imari standing over him. “Kurumi-chan…” he growled. “What time is it?” He checked the clock on his dressing table without waiting for an answer. “Why are you up this early?”
“I wanted to be ready for my first day,” Imari said, “so I got up early and got ready so I wouldn’t be in your way.”
Yuge tried to focus his eyes so he could look at Imari properly, then closed his eyes when he found himself staring right into the opening in Imari’s shirt. “Straighten up…” he grumbled.
“Yes,” Imari said, wanting to please him. She stood up straight and folded her hands in front of her. “I’m sorry. I just thought you might like it if I woke you instead of your alarm for a change.”
Yuge sat up on the futon, keeping his naked form covered with the sheets from the waist down. “It’s all right.” He opened his eyes again and tried to get a good look at Imari. “Is your hair different?”
Imari smiled. He noticed! “Yes. I decided to wear it like this. I think it makes me look more adult.”
Yuge shook his head. “Kurumi-chan, it’s more important that you act more adult than look more adult.”
Imari was instantly deflated. “Yes, sir.”
“Now get out. I want to get dressed.”
“Yes, Chief Investigator. Um…oh! I’ll make us some breakfast!” It had been one of the defining miracles of the past year. Imari had learned to cook. She’d figured that, given what they’d been spending on take-out, one of them had to.
“We don’t have time for…” Yuge began. Then he checked the clock again. They’d have plenty of time. Imari had woken him up that early. She was like a kid on Christmas Day. He sighed and shooed her out of the room, then got out of bed.
Imari had a big breakfast ready for both of them by the time Yuge had gotten dressed. They ate it in silence, but even without talking Imari couldn’t hide the glee she was feeling on her first day as a Tokken investigator. She was smiling and squealing and generally being unbelievably girly about it. Yuge simply sighed at the spectacle.
They left after Imari was done cleaning up the breakfast dishes. Her first official act as Yuge’s trainee would be to drive them both to work. This only heightened Imari’s glee, as before this morning Yuge would only let her drive his car in an emergency. From this day forward it would be her usual morning task. She took it so seriously she opened the passenger door for Yuge, eliciting another defeated sigh. The drive ended up taking longer than necessary because Imari was being extra careful about it her first time out. Ultimately, it didn’t matter. Their apartment building was so close to Tokken headquarters that the travel time would have been negligible either way.
Tokken was housed on the fourth floor of an old prefectural government building. Its previous quarters had been a single office in the main district police precinct. That had been when it was just beginning almost a year ago. Back then it had just been Yuge and Shige. Today, though still small, there were enough investigators for the unit to rate being called a Special Investigative Division, which Shige ran and Yuge acted as lead investigator on. The other investigators came from units of the police, just as the two senior men had done. Imari was the only member of the unit that had no prior investigative experience. She saw that as a challenge. She would learn from Yuge, and anyone else willing to help her, and that would lead her to being a great investigator.
Imari parked in Yuge’s designated spot, then carried both of the lunches she’d made for them as they entered the building. Imari walked a pace behind and to the left of her senpai and tried not to act like a tourist as they made their way to Yuge’s office. It wasn’t as if she’d never been there before. She had. It just felt different now that she was part of it.
One of the perques of Yuge’s position was that his office had a small refrigerator in it. Imari put the lunches in there and stood upright and watched as Yuge hung his coat on the coatrack. Her enthusiasm was getting the better of her. “So what do we do first?” She asked, trying not to sound like an eager puppy.
“First, we report to the Chief,” Yuge said. He headed for the door and left without another word, so it took a minute for Imari to grasp that she should follow him, which she did at a run until she caught up. It was a short walk through the halls of Tokken after that to the boss’s office, and Yuge announced “I’m coming in” before opening the door.
Chief of Tokken Gozo Shige’s office was not much bigger than Yuge’s, but it was more decorated. Unlike Yuge’s Spartan office, Chief Shige had seen fit to fill his with pictures and plaques from his police career, as well as pictures of his family. Actually, to Imari, the relative cheerfulness of the place belied the Old Man’s usually gruff demeanor.
Chief Shige was already at his desk, doing paperwork. He didn’t look up. “Ah, Yuge-san,” he said, “I feel like it’s going to be one of those days.”
Yuge went to take a seat opposite the desk. Imari stood next to him. “You always feel that way, Chief,” he said, his straight face belying the humor in the response.
“Today, I’m going to be right,” Shige assured him. Suddenly the Old Man looked up as if he smelled something strange in the air, then his eyes locked on Imari. Imari came to attention immediately. “So, you brought your protégé today?”
Imari saluted crisply and said, “Apprentice Investigator Kurumi Imari reporting for duty, Chief Shige, sir!”
Shige looked at her, then traded glances with Yuge, then he went back to his paperwork. “The first thing you need to teach her is not to salute us like we’re goddamned police!”
Imari’s stance faltered slightly on hearing this. She looked over at Yuge with just her eyes. He was looking at her with a raised eyebrow. She dropped her hand immediately and blushed as she looked straight ahead. I’ve already embarrassed Yuge-san! She thought. Dammit!
Shige spoke up once again. “I know you’ve got a full agenda today so we’ll go through the daily brief quickly. Let’s see…Kurumi-chan!”
Imari responded, ready for anything. “Yes, Chief Shige!”
“Get me coffee! Milk, three sugars!”
Except for that. “Huh?” Coffee? He wanted her to get coffee? But she was learning to be an investigator, wasn’t she? She glanced again at Yuge.
Yuge didn’t even look at her. “You already know how I like my coffee,” was all he would say.
Imari felt betrayed. You too, Yuge-san? She thought. She also thought about protesting, but decided that would cause more harm than good. Ultimately, all she could do was trust her senpai, so if he wanted her to get coffee, that’s what she would do. “Yes, Chief Investigator.” She spun on her heel and left the office, trying to remember from past visits where the break room with the coffee maker was.
When she was gone, Shige and Yuge smiled at each other and chuckled.
Imari spent most of the morning playing “gopher” for Yuge and Shige and messenger for everyone else with information that they thought it was vital for the two top men to know. In the meantime, Imari learned the layout of Tokken headquarters the hard way, by desperately trying to find her way around as she attended to her menial duties. For all the running around, she learned absolutely nothing about being an investigator. Everyone was too busy piling errands onto her to actually teach her anything. I’m the clumsy office girl, she sighed at one point.
It was around lunchtime when the big breakfast she’d shared with Yuge finally caught up with her. She hadn’t had a break since she first left Shige’s office, so by the time Yuge finally excused her for lunch she was on the verge of making a huge mess in her panties. This posed a new problem altogether. Because of the limitations of Tokken’s meager budget and the slow pace at which public services had been working, the Ladies’ Room on Tokken’s floor had been out of order for some time. To compensate, the division’s few female investigators simply went to the bathroom on either the floor above or below, but with drops of piss steadily escaping her vagina and her anus straining to stay closed, wasting time on the stairs was not an option for Imari. She could either go in the Men’s Room or go in her uniform. With seconds to spare, she picked the least embarrassing of the two options. Thankfully the place was empty, as she had just enough time to get to the nearest stall and stand over the trough of the toilet. She started peeing before she could get her panties down, so she crouched down reflexively, which unfortunately signaled her anus it was okay to let go. She gasped as her guts clenched and she began to fill her panties with shit. The waterfall of piss pouring out of her changed color from amber to deep brown as it mingled with the rest of her wastes.
Imari covered her face with her hands and sobbed. I made it to the toilet, but I ruined my panties anyway! She decided that this had to be the low point of her day, even if the rest of the day ended up as tiring as the beginning had been. Eventually she got a hold of herself and tried to figure out what she’d do. She hadn’t brought a change of underwear with her. Maybe she could borrow some from one of the female investigators…
It was just about when she thought this that two men entered the bathroom, conversing. Imari looked over her shoulder to make sure she had closed and locked the stall door, then when she saw that she had she tried to stay perfectly still and quiet.
“But what about that one that came over from Juvenile Division?” One man asked. “You’re saying you wouldn’t do her?”
“I didn’t say that,” the other man said. “I’m just saying none of the girls here is as hot as Sho-san. I just prefer her look, that’s all.”
“Yeah right,” the first guy said, “but you wouldn’t throw Goto-san out of bed if you found her there naked would you?”
“Hell, no!” Both men chuckled at that, then the second guy said, “What about Kurumi-chan?”
“Who?”
“You know, Yuge-san’s protégé?”
The first guy grunted. “Oh, hell yeah! I’d fuck her!”
“Fuck isn’t the word!” The second guy said. “I’d ruin her! She’s ripe and ready for plucking!”
“Wait, you think she’s a virgin?”
“As young and firm as she looks…she’s gotta be! I can tell these things. Why? You think someone’s already fucking her?”
“Are you kidding? Don’t you think Yuge’s fucking her?”
“You think he is?”
“Man, they live together and now they work together, and she looks like that. If he’s not fucking her he’s either blind or a faggot!”
Imari had been blushing ever since they mentioned her. Now she shook with rage. “Hey!” she called out before she realized what she was doing. “You can’t talk that way about Yuge-san! He’s a good, kind, decent man, not perverts like you two!”
There was silence for a few seconds after her outburst, then the sound of two urinals flushing, and it was then that Imari realized what she had done. She clapped both hands over her mouth and prayed the men would leave without investigating the source of the outburst.
No such luck. A moment later both men walked over to the stalls, then crouched down to look under the door of the one Imari was in. The sight of a pair of female square-heeled shoes straddling the trough made them giggle quietly. “Kurumi-chan,” one of them sang, “is that you?”
“Did you get lost and go in the wrong bathroom?” The other sang.
“Maybe she just had to go really bad,” the first one said. “Was that it, Kurumi-chan? Were you pissing those pretty panties of yours?”
“Wait…you’ve seen her panties?”
“Oh yeah. I got a niiice look when she bent over in the squad room to pick up that file she dropped! They’re white with blue stripes! Why do you think I want to fuck her so bad?”
“OH! Is that true, Kurumi-chan? Are those the panties you’re wearing today?”
“Are they Yuge-san’s favorite? Did he ask you to wear them?”
Imari’s whole face was beet-red. I’ll kill them! I’ll kill them and let Kitami out, and then she’ll raise them from the dead and torture them and kill them again for me! As soon as she thought this she forced herself to calm down. If she simply didn’t respond they’d eventually go away, right? She hoped so. She only had so much time on her lunch break.
Fortunately, the men got tired of needling her after a few minutes and left. When they were gone Imari stood and stepped out of her panties gingerly, then emptied their contents into the trough and flushed. She was more careful about leaving the stall than she had been going in, first checking the bathroom for other men before she left and then checking the hall for onlookers before making a mad dash for the stairs, holding her panties behind her back. She jogged up to the next floor and then all the way to the Ladies’ Room there. She sighed when the door closed behind her. In here she could clean up properly.
Or so she thought. Before she had a chance to get started one of the stall toilets flushed and the woman using it - a Tokken investigator - walked out and spotted her. “Good day,” she said.
Imari blushed again. “Good day…” she said.
The woman stared at her for a moment, then grinned. “You had an accident, didn’t you?”
Imari blushed harder. “Um…” She lowered her head. “Yes, ma’am.”
The investigator came close. “That’s been happening a lot lately. It’s because of the bathroom on our floor. Some of us would rather die than use the Men’s. Goto-san was so desperate one day a couple of weeks ago she used the mop pail in the janitor’s closet.” The woman chuckled at the memory, then looked Imari up and down. “You’re Yuge’s girl, right? Kurumi-chan?”
Imari nodded. “Yes.” She stood at ease and looked the woman in the eye. The woman had striking golden eyes that offset her close-cropped, blue-black hair. She was also very pretty, and she had no trouble at all filling out her uniform. Her massive tits shook with her slightest movement.
“Well, Kurumi-chan, my name is Noriko Sho. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, too,” Imari said. So this was Sho-san. The man she’d overheard was right. She was certainly the best-looking female investigator in the division.
“Now that we’re friends, let me see what kind of damage you did to yourself.”
Imari blushed yet again and held up her panties for Sho to see.
Sho examined the panties closely. They were slick and darkly stained.“Oh. You did it all in them, didn’t you?”
“I had to go so badly,” Imari said, “and I was already past my limit before I could take them off.”
Sho took the panties gingerly in her fingertips. “Well, there’s not much we can do about these without detergent.” She walked the undergarment over to the sinks. Imari followed, then watched as the woman began rinsing them out with hot water. “Do you have any spares?” Sho asked. Imari shook her head. “I do. Maybe mine will fit you.” She left the panties in the sink with the water running and turned her full attention to Imari. “Into the stall, so we can clean you up.”
Imari obeyed, walking into one of the stalls. Sho stepped in right behind her. “Turn around. Let me see your back.” Again Imari obeyed. She faced the back of the stall, then shivered slightly when Sho crouched down to get a close look at her backside. She really shivered when she felt her skirt being hiked up and Sho’s breath on her naked ass. “I think you did a little damage to your skirt, too,” Sho said, “but not a lot. It’s mainly on the inside. We can handle that.” More shivering when Sho’s hands landed on her hips. “Crouch down over the basin. We’ll let the bidet handle this messy ass.”
Imari hesitated. “Are you sure? I could just use tissue…” Imari hated using the bidet, given the reflexive effect it had on her body.
“Nonsense!” Sho clucked. “The bidet will be much more effective. Now crouch down, dear.”
Imari sighed and did as she was told, squatting down in front of the other woman in the stall. Sho grinned at the sight of Imari’s rear end, then guided it over the spout just before turning on the bidet. Imari gasped when the jet of cold water streamed into the crevice between her ass cheeks. Sho guided the ass back and forth over the stream. Imari tried to fight the sensation she felt, but ultimately her body won, and what little piss she’d managed to hold came out in a hot spurt.
“Oh, I see…” Sho said. She was grinning wider now as she turned off the bidet. “Streaming water makes you go.”
Imari blushed. “When I feel it on me, yes.”
“I’ll have to remember that.” Sho’s tone was playful as she grabbed some toilet paper and began to wipe Imari’s ass herself. She was gentle about it, as if cleaning a baby’s bottom, and Imari had to admit - to herself anyway - that she enjoyed the feeling. All too soon Sho was done. She tossed the paper into the toilet and said, “Now, messy girl, it’s time to deal with that other nasty little hole of yours. Stand up, please, but keep your feet apart.”
Imari glanced back when Sho said this. She wanted to say something, but decided to trust her senior investigator. She stood up and leaned against the back of the stall while she continued to straddle the basin. Nothing happened for a moment, then Sho’s arms curled around her thighs. Imari was about to ask why, but a second later she felt the tip of something warm and wet snake itself between her pussy lips. When it started to trace back and forth inside her cunt, she suddenly understood. “Don’t…!” She sobbed between shudders.
Sho couldn’t respond. Her tongue was too busy reaming the pretty apprentice investigator’s pretty pussy. Every few seconds she took a moment to lick Imari’s pee-hole, just so she could taste both her favorite flavors. Pussy and piss, she thought. If only they could package it, like candy… It was hard to find girls willing to wet themselves for her, so Sho was making the most of this opportunity.
Imari was frozen. Sho was an expert at licking pussy, so she could hardly concentrate. Her cunt juiced and her knees knocked and she moaned and shook and thought Please, just leave my clitoris alone! She didn’t know if sexual stimulation alone would make it come out, but she didn’t want to take any chances.
Fortunately, Sho seemed more interested in her cunt and urethra than her clit, so that’s what she paid attention to, attacking them with her tongue until Imari cried out with orgasm. Sho backed off when Imari had control of her body again. She got up and left Imari alone in the stall and headed over to the sink with Imari’s panties. The basin was overflowing. Sho calmly turned off the water and fished around for the soiled garment.
Meanwhile, Imari was enraged when she came back to her senses. She balled her fists and stormed out of the stall. “Hey!” She began, but she stopped herself when she remembered her skirt was hiked up and she could see Sho holding her panties in her hand. She blushed and fixed her skirt, then continued with her tirade. “Hey! You can’t do that!”
Sho put on an innocent smile. “Do what, dear?”
“You can’t just…you can’t…use me like that!”
Sho’s smile turned devilish. “Oh come now, Kurumi-chan. It’s what you’re here for.”
“No, I’m not! I’m here to be an Investigator!”
“Oh, please! You’re here because it’s your reward for fucking Yuge-san, and if he gets to fuck you, then so do his colleagues, right?”
Imari began to tremble. She bared her teeth just a second before the storm broke.
“Fight! Fight!” One of the male investigators yelled as he ran back into the Tokken squad room. “They’re fighting upstairs!”
“Who’s fighting?” Someone called out.
“Sho-san and Kurumi-chan! They’re fighting outside the girl’s bathroom upstairs!”
The investigators looked at each other, then the men shot up and practically tripped over each other following the one that brought the news back upstairs. The few women in the squad room were less enthusiastic, but they followed as well.
Everyone was greeted by the sight of Imari and Sho wrestling each other on the floor in front of the Ladies’ Room. They were struggling on top of the bathroom door, which lay where it had landed after Imari had thrown Sho through it at the start of the fight. Both women registered the presence of others, but were too busy trying to gain an advantage over each other to acknowledge them, much less wonder why the men were cheering. Otherwise, they might be concerned that, from their position on the floor, they were giving the men a perfect view up their skirts, displaying Sho’s panties - and Imari’s lack of same.
At one point Imari rolled on top of Sho. Sho took advantage of the maneuver by curling a leg under her opponent and using it to kick her off. Imari tumbled head over heels away from Sho, but recovered quickly and was on her feet at the same time as her adversary. They squared off and went into fighting stances. Imari’s was a Shorinji Kempo defensive stance. “Oh please…” Sho sneered as she prepared to unleash a Kung Fu firestorm on the little whelp.
“That’s enough!” Someone thundered.
Imari’s eyes went wide and she came to attention immediately. She was the only one who could see the source of the thunder. Sho and their spectators were all facing the wrong way, but turned in time to see Shige and Yuge coming down the hall. They all came to attention as the two chiefs began to push their way through the crowd. The chiefs stopped right in front of Sho, then glared at both women.
“My office…” Shige growled.
Later, after hearing what the women had to say, Shige pronounced his judgment. “Sho-san, you have to remember that as a senior investigator it is your job to be a mentor to Kurumi-chan, but you also have to remember to respect her as a person, and not take advantage of your seniority as you did today.”
“Yes, Chief Shige,” Sho said with a bow.
“And Kurumi-chan, you must remember to behave properly in the workplace. If you have a problem with one of your superiors, it is up to you to make the problem known to your mutual superior so that it may be investigated properly. Starting a brawl in the bathroom is unseemly, and reflects badly on your mentors and the organization as a whole.”
“Yes, Chief Shige,” Imari said with a bow.
Shige nodded. “Do you have anything else to say to them, Yuge-san?”
Yuge, sitting in a chair next to where the women were standing, looked up at them and said, “Only that I would have expected better from both of them.”
Sho forced herself not to roll her eyes, while Imari tried not to show how disappointed she felt. I’m failing Yuge-san…
“Very well,” Shige said to the women. “Before you two leave here, I want you to apologize and show each other the proper respect.”
Sho and Imari glared at each other, then Sho made the first gesture, bowing and gritting her teeth as she spoke. “I’m sorry for disrespecting you.”
Imari returned the bow and gritted her own teeth as she said, “I’m sorry for attacking you.”
Neither woman truly looked sorry, but Shige was satisfied with their statements. “Very well. Sho-san, I know you have a large caseload, so you’re dismissed.”
Sho nodded to Shige. “Yes, sir!” She turned on her heel and left the office soon after.
Shige turned to the protégé. “Kurumi-chan…”
Imari came to attention. “Yes, sir!”
“Get us more coffee!”
Imari sighed inwardly. “Yes, sir…”
Imari was quiet and subdued on the drive home, which Yuge noted was uncharacteristic of her. She didn’t say a word all the way back to their building, then remained silent when they walked inside. In their apartment she took off her shoes and went to sit on the floor by the table in the living room, being careful to keep her knees tight together (her panties were in a sealed evidence bag in her purse). She had her hands folded in her lap and she stared down at her twiddling thumbs. She wasn’t crying, but she looked to Yuge like she desperately wanted to be.
Yuge took a moment to put away his coat before attempting to talk to her. He went into the living room and stood beside her. “You had a hard day today,” he said. She didn’t look up, so he continued on. “I suppose it’s partly my fault you had to go through it. This was my idea, after all, but I should have done better to warn you what it might be like for you, coming in as a novice. I’ll tell you now that it isn’t likely to get better for you very soon, so, knowing that, I’d understand…” - he put a hand on her shoulder - “…I’d understand if you want to change your mind and resign.”
That made her look up at him. There was a shocked look on her face. “No! You don’t understand! I would never resign! I want to stay and learn how to be the best investigator there, so I can be worthy of all the kindness you’ve shown me! I was just…” She looked away again. “I’m just mad at myself for not making you proud of me today.”
Yuge squeezed her shoulder. “Me, not proud of you? Impossible! I’m more proud of you today than I ever have been.”
Imari looked up at him again. She was smiling, and now the tears were starting to form in her eyes. “In that case,” she said, “I’ll make you even more proud of me tomorrow. I’ll learn whatever I need to to be a great investigator, starting first thing in the morning. And I’ll do whatever is asked of me, whatever it takes.” She looked away again and blushed, and her next statement came out almost as a whisper. “You can even fuck me if you want…”
Yuge’s brow went up. “What was that?”
Imari stated it more boldly. “I said, if you want, you can have sex with me.”
“Now what brought that on?”
“It’s because…I don’t want others to think anything bad about you because you and I are living together, but aren’t…” She sighed and related the part of the story she hadn’t told him and Shige in Shige’s office, about what she overheard when she was in the Men’s Room.
Yuge listened patiently, then smiled a tiny smile. “Kurumi-chan,” he said, “when I took you in, I promised Takashiro that I would take care of you like my own daughter, and that’s how I see you. Proper men don’t fuck their daughters, no matter how they came to be family, and no matter what others say about them.” Then he knelt down beside her and whispered in her ear, “But if it makes you feel better, if I didn’t see you as my daughter, I would be chasing you around my desk like a proper Dirty Old Man.” He kissed her cheek with that, then got up and headed for the kitchen.
Imari touched the cheek he kissed, closed her eyes and blushed even harder. And I’d let you catch me, she thought with a smile, because I would do anything to make you happy, in exchange for how happy you make me. She decided then and there that she would become the best Investigator Tokken ever had, maybe even Chief Investigator someday, like her senpai. Tomorrow was another day, and she intended to make the most of it.
“Kurumi-chan!” Yuge called from the kitchen. “I’m not in the mood for these leftovers. Let’s order something. Do you want to get your favorites?”
Imari grinned. “Yes!” She called back, then she got up and trotted into the kitchen to use the phone in there to call her favorite take-out place.
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