?Everyone gets saved, no pairings, misunderstandings and mayhem on the forum
?Slight OOC warning, covers a long span of time
?Secret identity antics, but really a forum fic, angst warning
Everyone has a forum, and every forum is different.
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Summary: With a forum in hand, save the world, then become the mysterious Police Academy group and throw the liquor distillery into chaos!
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[Foreknowledge / Matsuda Jinpei]
Tennessee has always been good at manipulating people. He can see a thousand steps ahead after taking just one.
He has no interest in making nice with those people, nor does he care to flatter them. He drifts without a home, and nothing or no one can escape his grasp or his plans.
Pity and indifference fill his eyes as he pronounces people's fates like a god in heaven. He stands right there, yet somehow never seems real.
"Don't force a change to a fate already decided. The only thing you can change is yourself."
The brown-haired researcher was already in tears. She faintly heard him speak, but when she looked up again, all she saw was his solitary back.
Years later, the now much more mature brown-haired girl stood before the curly-haired man, holding the sister who should have died. Her gaze was firm and grateful as she said:
"I owe you one."
The curly-haired man pushed up his sunglasses and replied lazily, without a trace of fear:
"You don't have to repay me. This is your life."
It has nothing to do with me.
[Laughter in the Twilight / Hagiwara Kenji]
Intelligence agent: Chivas.
The phrase "a gentleman as warm as jade" describes Chivas, but so do "two-faced" and "all smiles on the surface."
"Miss, I look forward to working with you."
His violet eyes are often filled with tenderness and allure. Speaking gently, he takes your hand and comforts you in a soft voice, coaxing you into revealing the information he needs most.
"I'm sorry, miss. Only the dead can't talk."
That same smile remains, but his eyes are unusually dark.
Chivas's intelligence is never wrong.
"I'll let you off this time. Next time, remember to stay far away from me."
The little detective's hair was tousled. He stared at the man before him in terror, his body trembling uncontrollably.
[Agent of Chaos / Morofushi Hiromitsu]
Scotch stood atop a high-rise, talking with a young prodigy.
"Why did you save me?"
Scotch lowered his eyes and thought for a moment. Then he smiled, looked up at the famous genius, and replied distractedly, though his mind was full of thoughts: "Because of a plan."
"Is that so?" The genius scientist seemed surprised by the answer.
Scotch looked down at the bustling crowds and the endless prosperity of the streets below. Then he suddenly said:
"I can help you fake your death. This is a deal, one that will set both you and Noah's Ark free."
"Then..."
Scotch cut him off and stood before him. Storms churned in his ocean-blue eyes as he held out his hand.
"I'll kill him."
He was neither wholly good nor wholly evil.
[Self-Made, Self-Sold / Furuya Rei]
He excels at making up lies that contradict the truth. With his superb acting, he deceives everyone and toys with them as if they were in the palm of his hand. He enjoys people's anger and hatred. As long as those feelings exist, his writing will never stop.
"How about a love story between Tennessee and Chivas? Exciting, right?"
Bourbon gleefully spreads rumors that aren't true, as usual. Tennessee watches him from the side with pity, making no move to stop him and letting him do as he pleases.
"Huh? You want to know why I let you go?"
Bourbon pretended to think, then tilted his head and smiled at the black-haired woman before him, his purple eyes dark and menacing.
"Because Tennessee annoys me."
[On the Same Wavelength / Date Wataru and Natalie]
At the ball, glasses clinked as people toasted one another.
A broad-shouldered man had a refined-looking woman on his arm. They seemed like an intimate married couple, or perhaps partners who worked together seamlessly. They danced across the floor and chatted with ease over drinks.
"Sir, please behave yourself."
They never looked at each other, yet seemed to know instinctively how the other would move. They turned as if dancing, punched in unison, and knocked everyone else to the ground.
At last they exchanged a smile, took the intelligence in their hands, and sauntered off.
"Jack Daniel's, I'm happy."
"Me too."
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Theme: Everything comes to an end.
