Code: Execute

Code: Found

The database did as she asked, and the fruits of its search were very interesting--- interestingly spare.  

There was hardly any information on him that lined up.  There were only seven results, most of which were conflicting stories.

She began sifting through the information as she prepared her dinner.

The man who'd stepped in to help was none other than a senior detective of the agency, but there were other reports that labeled him an executive in the mafia from a few years ago. 

Knowing the ADA, they didn't associate with the likes of criminals.  The President was an old-fashioned man of virtue, she knew that better than anyone...  And he'd never associate with an executive from the mafia.  She knew that was a fact, yet this man, Dazai Osamu, seemed to have quite the bloody past in these reports her database had found. 

So why had this man of virtue accepted him into their ranks?  The President was a man who saved her life years ago, he was her father figure and she was his daughter figure.  If anyone in his agency had seen her face other than Atsushi, and Naomi, then she might be inquired about to the President...  A man who knew her abilities better than anyone else... A man who respected her wishes to sit on the sidelines as an informant of the agency and not as an agent.  A man who was very protective over her.

She stiffened at the scolding she would receive if that man found out she'd rushed into danger again, and actually came out hurt this time.

He'd definitely be by to speak to her by noon tomorrow, if not earlier.  She would have to be conveniently out of the house by then, which means she would be an early riser tomorrow and spend the day at Anko's Cafe once again.

She sighed to herself and said, "There's isn't much I can do at this point, Mochi."

The cat was sitting on the counter next to her loving owner as she cooked her meal.  "If Yukichi shows up, he'll have a sardine for you though. He sure does like to talk to cats."

She heard a knock at her door and turned off the stove before setting the pan she was using to cook off of the burner.  She began to wipe her hands on a hand towel hanging from her oven before another knocked sounded.

"Hai-Hai!  I'm coming!"

She walked over to the cat and picked her up while scratching its head as it nuzzled into her touch.  She opened the door with a smile and said, "Hi, how can I help— *gasp~"

She slammed the door shut, but a foot held it open.  She began to lean against the door with all her might before yelling, "Give me a second, I'm not decent!  I don't have a shit on!"

A bandaged hand slipped through the crack created between his brown leather shoe before a voice happily said, "Oh, I don't mind at all! I'm sure the President would like to see your bandages as well, right Prez!"

Another hand was seen in the crack of the door before a deep voice calmly said, "Is he telling the truth, that you're injured?"

(Y/n) scowled and sighed in defeat before kicking off the back of the door and opening it slowly to reveal her bandage covered form to the stoic but very worried President.  She nervously scratched the back of her head before saying, "It looks worse than it actually is, I just had surface scratches and bandaids were too small.  I'm fine honestly, it was from when Atsushi, the boy, saved me."

The older man walked into the apartment before gently grabbing the girl's arm and examining the bandages before squeezing her arms gently to test if she truly had only surface damage.

She laughed softly to the older man before slipping her arm from his grasp and saying, "Yukichi, I'm fine, I swear."

The older man nodded before taking her chin in his hands and examining the small bandages that she'd taped to her face. He scowled and said, "Why is your face scratched up."