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~ Why ~
@Phonic




Was it merely her imagination, or had she felt a breeze in the apartment, despite there not being open windows or doors? Nero would likely be wondering what the deal was, but there most definitely was an odd movement of wind. Strangely, this had begun right around the time she had mentioned throwing the milk out. And even more odd was the horrible fake smile Kuuro had begun to wear. Yet there was not a single word to come out of his mouth for a while.

"...I-I see. You're in for a treat, then."

As he finally did manage to speak, his words seemed to almost be forced out of his mouth in a pleasant tone that was clearly fake. The young man tried not to dwell on the murderous urges that had begun to build inside him, and instead looked towards the pantry. Getting everything he needed would take his mind off of the bad stuff.

Most of it, anyways. He couldn't keep Nero from speaking.

Or so he thought that was a bad thing, until she unknowingly stroked his well-hidden hero complex. "A-ah, superhero? Well, I wouldn't go that far...aha" he suddenly found a stupid smirk plastered on his face that took a bit longer than he wanted to get rid of. "It's just a volunteer job I do to keep myself occupied, in a way I can get behind. Turned out to be rather boring, though. And I don't think it's feasible to find your bag anymore, I'm afraid."

Kuuro had been like one of those guys who joins something like the FBI because of exaggerated action films, only to discover that the occupation was filled with a lot of busywork. Still, he did feel some pride when he was able to help people. A good deed a day keeps the crooks away, or something.

Naturally, Nero was capable of causing Kuuro's mood to violently change with only a few words. A unique ability that might just be unrivaled by anyone else in Academy City. If they could power buildings by using the irritation one felt, Kuuro was sure he could power the entirety of Academy City with Nero in proximity. Kuuro turned around.

"...what was that?" he asked, the vein in his forehead pulsing and his eyes narrowing. "Does the exhibitionist really like roleplaying as an innocent girl that much? I shouldn't be hearing this from someone who takes their love for books a few steps too far."




~ In his home still ~
@Phonic



Kuuro was still in shock at the troubling realization that had struck him when he'd peered into the depths of his refrigerator. This was a good thing, however, as the last thing he needed to hear now was that his 90 hours of hard work went to waste because of this selfish, ungrateful woman. The truth was that he currently desired little more than to be able to finish Schatten 4, and it is what he intended to do once dinner was made. Unbeknownst to him, another tragedy awaited.

His attention for now though was solely on his lack of dairy, so his brain was essentially on autopilot while she spoke. For the most part, at least. "Y-you...!" he suddenly glared at the woman. She had obviously been the cause of this! There was an entire gallon left, and now it couldn't be found. Kuuro couldn't help but wonder where it all went. Did she just sit around drinking milk all day? The young man found his gaze lowering to her somewhat sizable chest. It has to be those two...! The scowl he wore at the time could not be recognized as anything else. On his face, there was no hint of perversity or the like. There was merely contempt. Contempt for the two breasts that he decided were the reason for his lack of milk.

It did not take long for Kuuro to realize what he had been doing and he turned his face away, his features closely mimicking Nero's right about now. "...Anyways, suppose I should make another run to the store tomorrow." he quickly changed the subject, motioning to the spot in the fridge where his milk would typically rest. "Don't suppose you know anything about this?"

He didn't really expect an answer.

Instead, he continued looking through the fridge. She had made her demands known, and while any sane man would throw this woman out of his house and tell her to begone, he was not like that. Yet. Somehow. "Meat, you said? Sure." He sighed despite agreeing. The only 'meat' he really wanted to give her was a "meeting". One with someone who could help this woman with her obvious mental illness. Deep inside, he refused to believe a human being could honestly be like this without something severely wrong.

Eventually, the young man retrieved some pork that he'd almost forgotten he even got. Taking in a whiff and giving it a lookover, there didn't seem to be anything wrong with it... yet, so he'd use this for tonight's meal. There was a number of things he could make with it. While he was indeed a Japanese man, through and through, his parents and his uncle had taught him a few recipes from around the world due to their constant outings. He briefly pondered making burgers with pork, but since he had never done so before he thought that it might simply be easier to stick with a food he was familiar with.

Pork with miso it is.

She would probably be content if he just went ham, no pun intended, with the pork servings here. Anything leftover he could use as lunch tomorrow. "Alright, we'll have pork bowls. Doesn't that sound absolutely divine right now?" he said to her, omitting the fact that he simply didn't want to do more work than he had to right now. If he could get away with just using pre-made ramen packets and throwing pork in, he would do that in a heartbeat. But if he was going to complain about her being a lazy good-for-nothing, it would be from the high ground he could stand on. One built on instant ramen would never last. She was abnormally perceptive when it came to food, for some reason. Her sense were only second to the dedication she spent on doing the absolute bare minimum.

As he prepared what he would need to get their dinner started, he remembered she had actually said more than just what she wanted for dinner. "You asked something about where I was earlier, didn't you? I had to do some busy work regarding Judgement. And then I shopped my way home." he explained, then adding, "And what kind of attitude is that to have towards me? I don't ask for much, but you treat me like some sort of wolf. You think I have time to run around and pick up strange girls on the street? I would never do tha--"

Kuuro cut himself off, realizing that he was about to accidentally lie.

"...Sorry, I would never do that again, I mean to say. You're the only strange woman who has or ever will be in this apartment, I promise." though he said this with a look in his eye that revealed he was speaking nothing but the truth, this couldn't hide the fact that it was unlikely to be a very flattering promise to make someone.




~ In his home ~




Standing with jaw agape and many bags of groceries in his hands was Shirogane Kuuro, who had just witnessed the news report about a murder that took place in District 11. His surprise and confusion had temporarily overtaken him for he was appalled that such a travesty could happen. A murder was one thing, but to mutilate the victim was an entire different beast. Only a monster could do so.

"Damn... that's messed up!" Kuuro felt sickened that there were people like that out there. But more than that, he was upset that such an injustice had happened and he was not able to prevent it. Despite being merely a member of Judgement, any horrific crime happening always made Shirogane feel like he could have done so much more than he did.

Yet standing there forever was going to get him nowhere. He could act surprised and upset all he wanted but it would change absolutely nothing. If anybody knew this, it was him. His entire character was shaped by an event of cruelty that wove his story even today. That is why people who were evil made him sick, because he knew exactly how it felt to be their victim. So there was merely one thing that rivaled his contempt for evil-doers, and, quite honestly, was people who did not put effort into their existence. People who neglected their privilege to truly live and experience all of life's joys. People who were lazy, good-for-nothings.

People like the woman he currently sheltered.

"Nero, come help me put this stuff away!" he called out as he finally set the groceries upon his kitchen table with less care than he intended. His arms ached from carrying them all the way home, but that was his fault, really. Purchasing so much things at one time and not having a means of getting it home besides carrying it could be chalked up as nothing but a foolish endeavor on his behalf. He persevered, however, and did so anyways. Speeding past your natural limits was the only way he would achieve his lifelong goal of becoming a Level 5 Esper, and so he did that any time the chance presented itself.

Yeah, there's really no way that helped me at all!

Kuuro comically hit his forehead with his palm, ashamed of how stupid that excuse was.

He was a somewhat stubborn man who refused to make multiple trips to the store or to ask for help. It certainly wasn't his defining character trait, but he owned a mild hero complex and a pride with it that prevented him from being on the receiving end of a helping hand, if he could avoid it.

Someone might ask, "If he doesn't ever ask for help, then why did he call Nero over, then?" and the interesting answer to that question would be:

Because spending time with this woman had caused Kuuro to develop a bit of passive aggressiveness. Knowing the woman's nature, he said this precisely because she would not listen and help. She was like a leech, sucking away at his wallet and will to live, one selfish day at a time. She frustrated and annoyed him. Pestered and corrupted him. She was anything but a good influence on his character, and a smarter man would have cut her loose long ago.

But throwing a helpless woman like her on the street would be an honest man's shame. He was convinced that if he did that, she'd have to resort to criminal activity, or she'd simply die. Neither conclusion would be ideal.

So if that meant that he would have to suffer chip damage to his faith in humanity, then so be it. Even if their rather lewd introduction and her admittedly immoral choice of clothing dealt blows to his purity, then fine. He could take all of that. The only lasting damage was those hits to his monthly stipend, which were entirely meant for only a single person to live off of. He had yet to tell his uncle about the bum living with him, but that was obviously for the better.

"...so what do you want to eat tonight? I went shopping before coming home and got a lot of stuff." he asked, moving towards the refrigerator to put away the perishables. He pushed the fact he sounded like a whipped househusband to the back of his mind as he did so. There was a more important matter to settle, anyways.

As he opened the door and gazed inside, his eyes shot open even wider than earlier. He saw something that shocked him to his very core. A grotesque murder could not compare to the horrible truth that revealed itself to him:

The space where he kept the milk was empty, and there was only one person bedsides himself who could've been the culprit.

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David don't you fucking even do that.


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