[video] July 11th, morning.

[canis-blade.livejournal.com]

[The video on the PDA flickers once or twice. A hand blocking the screen moves away to reveal a corner of blue sky and an extremely tired face. The face in question belongs to a young woman with short black hair. Naoto looks beat up, worn, as if she had just come out of a fight.]

Is...this on?

[She blinks at the screen a couple of times, hesitating a little bit more before plunging on.]

I'm sorry, but I won't fight your battles. That's something the people in this city should do. I have to do something back home and...I have to get back. I have to save them.

[A pause. Her face is darkening now and her mouth is set into a hard line.]

Please. Return my katana to me. Now.

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::voice::

[crackingcases.livejournal.com]

A woman? ::Another woman named Naoto? Very unusual indeed.::

Did this woman commit some crime against you and your father? I only ask because considering your reaction...

I am a detective. It is my duty to help if I can.

::And he's honestly intrigued by this situation.::

::voice::

[canis-blade.livejournal.com]

[She's met detectives before, but at least this boy wasn't as annoying as Badou.]

.....She murdered him. [And stole her past.]

::voice::

[crackingcases.livejournal.com]

::If not for a certain talk with the people that will eventually become his friends, Naoto would have pushed off the emotions involved with such loss to focus on the case.::

I'm sorry.

::And his voice is of a tone to show that he means it - he finds her circumstances unfortunate.::

::voice::

[canis-blade.livejournal.com]

It's - [Alright? Okay? Naoto wasn't sure.] It's not your fault.

::voice::

[crackingcases.livejournal.com]

I am aware...however...

If you require the services of a detective in the future, please let me know.

::voice:: orz late tag.

[canis-blade.livejournal.com]

Thank you. [She does mean this.]

::voice::

[crackingcases.livejournal.com]

You're welcome.