Chapter 142 - My CO Stash #42 - Friendly Foreign Exchange Student Spiderman! by Zaru (MCUXMyHeroAcademia) (2/2)

”That's impossible. Embassy has to be screwing...with us.” Toshio's skepticism faded as he saw the papers handed back from the Embassy via email.

May Parker. Residence: Queens, New York. Married to Benjamin Parker.

No Results Found in Japan or United States.

Edward 'Ned' Leeds. Residence: Queens, New York. Son of Leonard and Belle Leeds.

No Results Found in Japan or United States.

Michelle 'MJ' Jones. Residence: Queens, New York. Daughter of Brock and Mary Jones.

No Results Found in Japan or United States.

Anthony 'Tony' Stark. Residence: Malibu, California and Manhattan, New York. Founder of Stark Industries and the Avengers. Super hero: Ironman.

No Results Found in Japan or United States.

”The Embassy's database is tied directly to the US Governments as well as ours.” Botan murmured, biting his lip. The database would have ran by all the words Parker had written down to find any commonality or connection. The fact that nothing came up was incredible.

”He's lying.” Toshio stated. ”He's-”

”Not lying till I say so.” Botan growled. ”I'm gonna make a call to an old friend, see if he can help us clear the air here. He doesn't even have a visa so he's here in this country illegally, with no guardian or parents to speak of.” He took a deep breath.

So Peter is either an incredible liar... or there's something going on here.

”You gonna stick around?” He asked towards the two pro Heroes as he got his phone out.

”I need to get back on patrol. Takeyama, you stay here and monitor the situation regarding our vigilante.”

”Huhhhh?!” Mt. Lady w_h_i_n_ed. ”Why not? I can go out on patrol too!”

”I'll call you if we are in dire need, but I need someone who can edit our report to file in at this station. I'm not leaving this vigilante matter untouched and I want someone here to write it down to show that we did handle this situation and know the full extent of what happened to all parties.” Kamui Woods stated as he turned around. ”And consider this a little lesson before you go glory hunting. I didn't recruit you to my firm to put in a bad reputation of collateral damage.” He walked around, and Mt. Lady crossed her arms and fumed.

”You can wait in the break room if you like. You're welcome to explore around the station.” Botan said as the phone rang a few more times.

”Tch.” Mt. Lady scoffed. ”Whatever. I was planning on going on my lunch break anyway. I'll check up on that vigilante kid when I can and grab a bite. And I was hoping to get some Waha Grill too... Not some cafeteria...” Botan droned her sulking as he saw the pro walk down to the cell ward as he heard his phone click.

”This better be good Fukuda, and not some boring purse snatcher.” Growled an old cranky voice.

”Sir? Are you calling, that guy?” Toshio asked. Botan nodded, and made a hand gesture to tell the sketpic to shut up.

”Hello Hyu-sensei. I have a unique case for you I want you to examine for us.”

”Get on with it.”

”American foreign teenager with the possibility of multiple quirks or just his costume, claiming he knows nothing of Quirks or laws of our country, and has no sign of parentage or guardianship.” Botan elaborated.

There was silence on the other end of the line.

”You're serious?” Hyu asked, with a raised eye going by the end of the line.

”Why would I lie?”

Silence again.

”I'll be there in ten minutes. This sounds... a modic_u_m better than the rest of your rabble. Hopefully it's worth it.”

”Thank you. We will be expecting you shortly.” Botan hung up and looked at Toshio.

”Go to the mail room and get lots of paper. And pens. You too Sei.” Sei gave a salute and trotted to the mail room.

”How much?” Toshio asked with a raised eye.

”Lots.”

(X)

It was as she feared, the cafeteria had no variety. With a heavy sigh, Takeyama Yu took her sandwich and dropped into the closest empty chair in the mess hall. Biting into her food like it insulted her, she let herself frown at the news as images of Shinji appeared on screen as he went on patrol.

That should be her out there. Shinji might have his fanbase, but she brought all the money shots to the agency thanks to the paparazzi. More attention will be on her and the firm as a result. Munching on admittedly, good roast beef, she shook her head. There was so much more to think about other than food or fame.

Should she apologize to Shinji? Maybe he'll let this one go, it was her debut after all.

Naaah, too much work. Besides, she had to make a huge impression! She has to become an iconic, marketable, and impressionable pro after all! Any word out there is a good word in her book.

Especially making an impression on the poor lonely male demographic, both young and old~.

It's not her fault that she was late. Did he have any idea how many places she could transform safety, even with scouting around the Musutafu Ward? Then, she should know, she counted all of them. Sure those are only the constantly empty parts being alone the train tracks , but who knows when the next villain is going to go running through the street and run amok?

But, the one thing on her mind was the spider-kid who collided with her backside after her special crafted hero move, Canyon Cannon. And he had a nasty fall too. Enough for him to make the assumption that he knew nothing of Quirks.

She shook her head, where did that come from? Well, now that she thought about it, why did he do it? Sure the chief said he didn't know anything about quirks, which is frankly ridiculous from an objective standpoint. Anyone who didn't know about quirks was either living under a rock or crazy.

But then where did he get his suit? Enough so that he suffered no damage.

Where did he learn to control his quirk? To fling around… enhanced spider silk and have those acrobatic feats. He had to had trained those hard and overtime. Couldn't just roll out of bed and do that.

Yu g_r_o_a_n_e_d. This is too much thinking! There has to be a simple explanation for this. Maybe he's a kid that got caught up in some dastardly plot to undermine the very institutions that she fought for! Maybe he was a secret alien!

Or maybe he's just some scared kid who doesn't know where he is. Yet took the time anyway to help, even if it meant breaking the law.

Yu's train of thought came to a screeching halt. That's… not impossible. Despite how hard they work, heroes were only human despite how some quirks can change appearances. They couldn't be everywhere at once, and accidents happened. A kid left without their parents due to quirk activity, it's not impossible. A foreign kid is certainly in that realm of possibility.

And it didn't have to be villains. It can be anyone.

Sometimes… quirks didn't show up at the best of times. Even with parental guidance.

She was living proof after all.

She gripped her arm, the food in front of her looking less appetizing by the second.

A scream snapped Yu out of her thoughts. Down the hall an intern ran, with stacks of paper up to their chins as they almost tripped before catching themselves.

Who in the world needs that much paper?

(X)

Araki Hyu. The Dream Drawer.

No two words brought more dread into the eyes of an experienced office other than 'paperwork time' or 'new villain'. The man was a legend for those that had the honor of serving with him. His quirk turned what could've been baseless leads into solid convictions. He had to have around the clock protection from crime rings and villains aiming not to get exposed.

And then All Might came onto the scene, and few people had to come to him anymore, as All Might had an accurate nose for trouble. Plus Araki wanted less time in the spotlight. His work can draw the eyes of those of unsavory background...

When everyone was scratching their heads trying to figure out a case, he would walk in and solve the entire thing in an hour. All they needed was the suspect and he alone would give the proof whether they were guilty or innocent or complicit.

Every officer in the Musutafu Police Department looked at his plaque every time that they walked into work every morning, though few of them knew what it entailed. Or cared, given the scowl Araki always gave from said plaque.

After all, the former detective has been happily retired since All Might's debut. He took his experiences and life stories of the many cases he helped crack or saved those who were persecuted unfairly and took that with him into becoming a mangaka. Botan had read some when his son had found out about his former mentor in Seinen Leap.

He really should tell his wife to be more observant of his son reads… That magazine can get a bit… racy and violent.

But, every police department has had Araki on call so many times that it drove most of them into the red more times than any of their accountants. Araki was good, but he didn't come cheap as time wore on and he took advantage of his leverage. This call alone will probably cut the overtime budget. Hopefully it was worth it.

”Is everything ready?” Botan asked Toshio who nodded.

”Yes sir, the paper is in the cell block with the vigilante, Sei is watching him.”

”Good,” Botan muttered, rubbing tired eyes as he glanced at the one clock on his desk. Araki was due any second, but the old cop had a far more pressing question enter his mind.

”And how was he?”

”The vigilante? Kid didn't even look at us when we brought the paper and pens in. He's just sitting on his bed.”

”He didn't even ask why?”

Toshio shook his head, ”Not a peep came out. Not like we can understand him. And vice versa.”

Botan tried in vain to keep the scowl off his face. Peter was getting more despondent by the minute.

”Chief, he's here,” came Hanazawa from behind the door.

Toshio actually bristled. Botan didn't blame him.

”Did he ask for his clearance?”

”It was the first thing he asked.”

Botan sighed, at least he hadn't changed.

The chief made his way out of his office, and not even two steps out did a voice call.

”Fukuda!!”

The chief kept up a stone face even as Toshio started fuming next to him. Araki Hyu was taller than most would expect him to be for someone of his age. Long scraggly aging white hair dr_a_p_ed his face and framed an old coat that has been worn for many a year. He walked with a limp in his right leg, the telltale tapping of his cane as he walked towards the two policeman as a man with an agenda to keep. He also carried a briefcase in his free hand.

”Hyu-sensei, thank you for com-”

”Spare me the pleasantries.” Hyu interrupted with a snarl. ”The sun is setting, the train was packed full of damn annoying brats gushing over some punk's explosive quirk and my muse is thirsty. Where is the boy?”

”In detention,” came Toshio curt reply. ”We were making preparations for you and-”

The old artist's eyes glinted with distaste as he finally realized that the other cop was there. His eye wandered to his badge and he let out a smirk.

”Ah young Fujiwara-chan, still a lieutenant I see. Peaked early I assume?”

Toshio's eye twitched and Botan pinched the bridge of his nose.

”And you're not topping the charts anymore, old man.”

Hyu scoffed, ”Unlike you, my work doesn't just fall into my lap.”

”Gentlemen, remember why we're here,” Botan interrupted cutting off anymore arguing. ”Hyu-sensei if you could follow me.” The old man rolled his eyes.

”I remember where detention is. My memory hasn't gone to dust just yet.”

”Unfortunately.” Toshio grumbled.

Said grumbling was silenced with a single glare from the chief. Despite being the senior officers, the two of them had to subject themselves to the looks of the younger staff as a civilian, albeit a retired detective, walked through the station like he owned the place. Hyu had a laser focus that Botan hadn't seen in a long time. He's clearly bought into the description of what he told him.

”Something going on?” Asked Mt. Lady as she was depositing her tray and noticed Botan walk with his group back into the detention area.

”We're gonna have an interview with Parker.” Toshio replied. ”Araki here is gonna make it easier on us and use his Quirk to read his mind.”

”Araki, mind-wait, Araki Hyu, the Dream Drawer?”

”I don't draw dreams.” Hyu hissed. ”I make sketches of memories.” He grumbled. ”And now I'm gonna have an audience, so you all better zip it when I get to work.” He began to limp with a faster pace.

”He's grumpier than I imagined.” Mt. Lady mumbled.

”Trust me, he can be worse.” Toshio added as they walked into the doors.

”This better be worth my time, or I'm billing you double, Fukuda.” The old man growled as they made their way through the cell ward. Sei greeted them with a salute as Parker was still in bed before turning to face them.

”This him?” Hyu asked.

Botan nodded and Hyu frowned. Parker was sitting on his bed like Toshio had said, and he was in the fetal position before he noticed the group. Mt. Lady stood out of the way, leaning against the wall and out of sight from Parker as not to disturb the bitter old man. Next to the invisible wall, the stack of paper and a collection of pens on the table with a stool were waiting. The older man inspected Peter like how one would view an insect with a microscope.

”He doesn't look like much, at a glance.”

”Weren't you the one to tell me not to judge appearances?” Botan asked.

”You think I'm stupid? Of course I know that, fool. ” Hyu muttered. ”There maybe more to this foreign brat. Heard some mutterings from the younger generation over their phones over some incident this morning.” Botan snapped his fingers at Sei as the mime dropped the invisible wall. The mangaka limped inside with his case, pulling the table close to the stool by the bed, as Peter sat up, looking worried.

”Mr. Parker,” Botan said in English.

”What's going on? Who is this old guy here?” Peter asked in concern, seeing the scary looking old man give him a frown as he

”This man here is Hyu Araki, he's going to put things into perspective for us and give us an understanding of what is going on. Just let him touch your head, relax, and we'll have an interview.”

Peter was looking back and forth between him and the mangaka as he got his papers in order by his right. Hyu was getting impatient.

”Botan-”

”Did you find them?” Peter asked, voice dry. ”Did you find… anything?”

He kept a stone face. He didn't need to know. Botan didn't become a cop to crush a child's hope, at least… not yet.

”We're still waiting for results from the US Embassy. Once we do, you'll be the first to know. I promise.”

He saw Peter nod into his knees.

”Alright. I… I know in America, that I usually need a lawyer for these things and… I guess I don't have that here in Japan.”

”I can assure you, we just want perspective, then we can interview you and… get in touch with the contacts you sent us. Once we have a clearer picture Mr. Parker, we can sign some paperwork, hand you a warning, and send you off on your way.” Botan assured in a soft voice.

He felt sick telling him this.

Peter shuffled to the edge of his bed and chuckled without a hint of mirth. ”So I just… relax?”

”Yes. Just lie down on your back, head closest to Hyu-sensei here, and close your eyes.”

Another nod, the action looking more robotic every second. Peter lied down on his back, looking up at the frowning old man as he got his pens and papers ready.

”He's ready Hyu-sensei.”

”About time.” Hyu scoffed.

”Just breathe in and out, relax Mr. Parker.” Botan assured in English.

”Is he… like, gonna read my mind?” Peter inquired. ”I mean, I saw a wood guy and some giant lady and you mentioned how people can have super powers… So… just… avoid any parts of me on a computer... Late a night... You know.” He shrugged. ”Not, check on those.”

Botan let out a deep exhale through his nose as he heard a female snigger. ”Of course.”

Teenagers.

”Who was that?” Peter asked, hearing Mt. Lady's stifled laugh.

”No one.”

”What now?” Hyu asked. ”What did he say?”

”He said he's ready.” Botan replied in Japanese. ”Now relax. We're starting.” Peter nodded and closed his eyes.

The old man placed his palm on Peter's head as if he was checking for a fever and Toshio swore he saw Hyu's eyes glow. Then he drew.

Hyu's pen was a blur across the paper, and Sei's mouth dropped. Mt. Lady came out behind the wall and saw the pen fly across the paper as Toshio removed the first page and slid the next one under it, and Hyu went about lightning fast. That speed…

”Has to be his quirk right?” She asked.

”No. Pure skill and technique, refined over years and his distaste for editors.” Botan answered, amazed as Sei began to collect the sketches the mangaka was drawing at a speed no human being can do… and of such high quality for that matter as well.

The first page was of a younger Peter Parker standing next to a happy couple over a birthday cake. Next Peter was looking up to a man in a suit of armor. The suit had so much detail, every shine and every plate shown in all its magnificence.

A side effect of Araki Hyu's Quirk; Musememory, the more cherished the memory, the greater the detail.

A scrapped robot laid shattered at the boys feet, and in the distance a spinning sign said 'Stark Expo'.

That name again. Stark.

The final detail was a speech bubble over the iron man's head.

”Nice work.”

So that's Ironman...

The next pages of pictures flashed by, but in equal if not greater detail. Peter, older now, laughing with a chubby boy while they worked on some kind of toy set.

A strange spider biting a hand.

The sight of a coffin being lowered into the ground. 'Benjamin Parker' painted brightly on the tombstone. The sight of a weeping woman to the side and a mass of mourners all around.

Peter looking at a cheap imitation of the suit he now wore, made of stuff made at home like a hoodie and some store bought items.

Creating some tub filled with a white substance.

Fighting some street level thugs. He really is experienced after all.

Meeting a middle aged man with a small beard and mustache, sitting with him on the bed. This was Tony Stark.

Another memory flashed by, Peter, in a better suit, standing next to several heroes, the red-and yellowed steel hero from before with an individual in jet black feline-esque body armor and a black and steel armored hero staring down an equally diverse set of opponents, including a blue armored man with a shield, a man with a metal arm, a man who can fly, and some red-costumed… giant?

Holding together a torn in half ferry by his webbing.

Speaking in that man again. Tony Stark on a high rise, and very stern and serious was he.

Fighting against a black-and-green villain with metal wings in the sky. Mr. Toombs was his name.

Seeing a girl walk off with a sad look in her eye.

Meeting a bored girl who was amusing, but fascinating non the less.

Looking up at a flying circular ship hovering over New York.

Fighting villains… one a monstrous brute with a hammer, the other slender and using telekinesis.

Flying out beyond the atmosphere, seeing the darkness of space and falling… before landing on the alien ship.

Saving a red-caped individual with scars on his hands.

Tony Stark, the Iron Man, looking like a King and knighting him. ”You're an Avenger now.” Said the text bubble.

Being held at gunpoint by a man with weapons beyond anything Botan had ever seen. Seeing people with unique features such as dark skin with red tattoos, or glowing antennae with big black eyes… with the specter of some alien creature with a mouth razor sharp teeth coming out of it's mouth looming behind her.

A different world, of ruined skyscr_a_p_ers, satellites, and sinkholes.

He can hear Hyu toss pens aside as he drew them dry of ink, grabbing new ones and sketching at light speed, his eyes glowing but laser focused.

A bald giant of a man with a single gauntlet, holding him by the throat. ”Little Insect!” Was the text bubble.

Holding down that giant before a simply dressed man hit the giant in the face with his unique weapon, fury and despair written on both his, Tony's and even the giant's faces.

Some… meteor shower, putting people on web-lines and flying through the debris as hell rained down around him.

Botan's mouth was agape.

The men and woman turning to dust!?

Peter, holding the man that gave him his suit, as Tony Stark was crying, the despair written all over him with the bubbles ”It's going to be alright” above him as the world dissolved around him.

And then… a pitch black page.

Followed by the skyline of Musutafu, with the sight of that very same shark-giant villain in the background.

”Chief?” Toshio asked, seeing Botan go through the fast paced sketches, all detailed with ink and not needing a redraft. Perfect detail. ”What… the hell?”

”Hyu-sensei… what is the meaning of this?” He asked, as the old man dropped the last of his many pens as he leaned back, panting and sweating as his right hand was trembling from the heavy usage. Hyu looked over at him,looking exhausted as a man of his age should be, yet he began to laugh, a wide grin on his face.

”What is this? What is this?!” Hyu ruffled Peter's head, making the boy open his eyes in confusion at the act. ”This! Is a goldmine! This.” He grabbed the papers in Botan's hands, going through them and inspecting them. ”My word… so much material! At last! Something new and fresh! My muse! Ohhh yes at long last, I can feel them churning in my head haha!” Hyu giddily exclaimed. Toshio and Botan eyed Hyu as if he just grew an additional head.

”Did… something happen?” Mt. Lady asked incredulously.

”Something incredible indeed young miss! This, will be fine notes and material for my next manga!” He turned towards Botan. ”Well you didn't let me down Fukuda. God I feel like a new man! I need to take these home.”

”We need them for the case you old twit!” Toshio barked.

”Oh relax Fujiwara-chan.” Hyu rolled his eyes. ”I'm just going to scan copies.” He patted the younger man on the c_h_e_s_t, Toshio pucking his face. ”You need to live a little, stop being so serious.” He turned back towards Botan.

”Your account will be charged when I noti-”

”Save it Fukuda, you don't have to bill me. The scans of these?” He held all the sketches up in his right hand. ”Is more than enough payment.” He let out a deep and relieved sigh, before he looked back at Peter, who was as confused as anyone.

”Fukuda.” Hyu coughed in his throat, taking his cane and walking up to him as he began to whisper to him. ”This boy here, Peter Benjamin Parker, is innocent, of anything and everything.” He stated with a solemn look in his eyes. ”The only thing this boy is guilty of is ignorance of the laws of our world, and that is no crime.”

”Our world?” Botan raised a quirked eyebrow. Hyu nodded.

”You won't believe this... This boy… comes from a world where most of the population is quirkless. Only a handful of individuals.” He reached into his folder, grabbing out select pages. The standing in line and facing the shield man and red giant. The aliens. The wizard. The black-green winged villain. ”Have abilities that can be called such, but even then they are quirkless, aside from a few.”

”What are you talking about. You're saying… Parker is…”

”From another world. Another Earth, but not ours. Another dimension perhaps. Or a time, I do not know. What is certain, he was not born on this Earth, this... plane of existence. He came... from another. And this… monster.” Hyu held out a page of the sneering growling monster of a man with the unique gauntlet, saying 'Little Insect' at the reader. ”Is to blame. And he did… such damage. So much so… I was able to glimpse at death for the first time.”

Botan was agog. Hyu may be a grouch. A curmudgeon. Unpleasant. Irritable. But a liar he was not. He felt a pit form in his gut.

”What else about this world?”

”What his world lacks in Quirks… makes up in technology. The stuff there… is only the advancements our society, no, our entire world can dream of! It's like magic! And the existence of-”

”Umm, Mr. Fukuda?” Peter asked, cutting into their conversation. Hyu would have barked if it were anyone else, but he kept his silence.

”Yes, Mr. Parker?” Botan asked. This boy… the suit… his lack of knowledge… all of it… combined with the sketches Hyu has made…

Could it be true? It could just be amnesia. Or some villain with a gauntlet like that but… even when he was a young rookie and met Hyu in his younger days… He's never seen Hyu manage to get the image of death in his drawings.

That pure pitch black page that took up two whole pens.

The void. Nothingness.

So… there was no afterlife. And that… that frightened him to the core.

Peter had died.

A young innocent teenage boy, wanting to do the right thing, has died.

And he came back to life.

Botan did everything in his power to keep a straight face.

”Ummm… can I get something to eat?”

”Oh yes, of course.” Botan smiled for the first time, forced as it was. ”What would you like? Me and Hyu-sensei here are almost finished, then we can get you something to eat and then we can have our interview.”

”Uh.. anything really, I guess.”

”He died Fukuda.” Hyu whispered. ”The alien titan in my drawings, Thanos, murdered him somehow. Yet he wakes up in our world and rushes to save others without caring of his own wellbeing.” The old man gained Botan's gaze. ”He's a hero through and through. He deserves better than some cafeteria slop if you ask me.”

Botan took a deep breath, taking the old mangaka's counsel. ”Tell you what, do you have any… favorite food at all?” He asked. Peter raised an eyebrow.

”My favorite? Well… usually cherry pie made by my Aunt but…” His face fell. ”I can go for some pizza.”

”Fujiwara-chan.” Hyu barked. ”Get him some pizza. I picked up pizza at the end there.” He said in Japanese.

”What? Why do I have to do it!”

”Favorite topping?” Botan inquired, ignoring the bickering between the two.

”Ummm… just pepperoni is fine.” Peter replied, voice soft. ”When will we get word from the Embassy?”

”When we get it, you'll be the first to know.” Botan walked towards Peter, putting his hand on his shoulder and giving him a reaffirming squeeze. ”I promise.” He looked back at Toshio and snapped his fingers. ”Toshio-kun. Pepperoni Pizza. Just go to the pizzeria across the street and bill it to the station. Go. And give Hanaz-”

”I'll give the sketches to Hanazawa-san for her to scan.” Hyu said. ”Then I'll take the originals and be on my way.” He patted the Police chief on the shoulder. ”You did good today Fukuda. When I finish my pilot, I'll make a character named after you, and drinks on me.” He had a wide splitting smile on his face. Botan hasn't seen Hyu this... overjoyed in years. Yet was solemn regarding the details about Parker.

Toshio sighed. ”Tch.” And he walked off out of the ward. Botan offered a small smile.

”I'll be expecting that. And thank you so much for coming.” He bowed lightly. ”We are truly grateful, Hyu-sensei.”

”Save it, I'm the one who should be thanking you.” Hyu beamed as he grabbed his cane and began limping off, walking past a confused and bewildered Mt. Lady, who had remained silent and out of Peter's sight.

”What was… that about?” She asked.

”This case… Just got a lot more fascinating and-”

”Who is that? That voice sounds familiar.” Asked Peter, standing up from his bed. Sei made his hand gestures, and the invisible wall came back up once again.

”He asking for me?” Mt. Lady whispered, walking on out as Peter's eyes rose up.

”You're the giant lady I slung into!” The blonde super heroine smirked.

”That is Mt. Lady to you young man.” She declared in English before turning to Botan. ”You look like you could take five. Let me have a talk with the kid.”

”I appreciate it. Kimihito-kun, stand watch.” Sei saluted as Botan left the pro to talk with the vigilante. He can hear Hyu giggling like a kid in a candy store as his papers got scanned. He saw Toshio outside walking down the sidewalk.

He was here to give a simple warning to a foreign kid and send him back to the States. That was what he had planned a half hour ago.

He never would have imagined that this would happened. Aliens. Quirkless worlds. Technology that is like quirks. Literal death. Alternate dimensions.

It was too much to take in. Hyu's sketches never lie. The man would never compromise his integrity for some wild fantasy. The sketches combined with Par-No. Peter's reaction, were starting to connect.

Botan let out a sigh. He promised he would quit. His wife practically forced him to.

When he stepped outside in the crisp air, he reached into his pocket and grabbed a cigarette, lighting it and taking a drag.

Because damnit he needs the buzz right now.

”Just what the f_u_c_k did I myself get into?”

(X)

GOOD GOD THAT TOOK A LOT OUT OF ME.

So we got one half of bureaucracy out of the way and explained Peter's reasoning for being here. Writing the characters of the Police was fun, and I had a blast with Araki, who was inspired by Gregory House(played by Hugh Laurie) and Rohan Kishibe from JJBA Part 4.

No action sadly, but a sign of things to come in the future.

So, what did you think? Hope you enjoyed! Hope we did our best to explain Peter's situation. No camera nonsense here.