Brandon was standing in a alleyway, the alleyway was dirty, garbage left about the place, some needles here and there. Graffiti and many other disgusting things laying around the place. Brandon looked down both ends of the alleyway before looking in front of him towards a black door. It was painted completely black and even had a doormat. How classy Brandon thought as he looked at his phone.
"This is the 5th place I've checked. The other 4 back alley clinics didn't seem to have anything remotely close to what I was looking for.
Or even anyone I could suspect as being the one behind Alice's actions. Well, maybe I'll treat myself to a sour apple later or a caramel apple. I should still have some yen left from that guy's wallet." Brandon said before he then knocked on the door to the clinic. Brandon would turn around quickly.. As he did a sliding window on the door would open. Showing only two pairs of eyes looking at him.
"You got an appointment?" Asked a feminine voice, yet it was more grouchy and deep. Brandon then would collapse aginst the door, moving violently and shaking. His face in distress and agony.
"Hey! What the hell is wrong with you-"
"PLEASE! I NEED A DOCTOR! I heard the one here is one of the best around! I don't have enough for the pricy one. This is the only place I could think of.
Please don't turn me down. I got it bad ma'am!" Brandon said, his voice filled with despair and terror. He even had worked up a bit of a sweat.
"Ma'am!?" Shouted the woman before closing the small hatch, he then began to hear clicking. Brandon's eyes looked around for cameras and saw none. He looked down both ends of the alleyway and saw nobody. Brandon gave a small smirk before he heard the door open, him still leaning on it would fall inside, landing on a red carpet.
He opened his eyes and saw black heels, as his eyes went up he saw tattered and torn black jeans, finally he saw a large black coat and woman with dyed dark green hair and clear red contacts over her eyes. He grinned at her.
"Than-"
"LISTEN HERE! I'M 24 YEARS OLD JERKOFF! I'm well in the prime of my life! Don't ever call me ma'am again if you value your life." Shouted the woman, Brandon took a moment to process her before he got up.
"She would be easy to profile as Alice, but she has no signs of BDD, no. I'd she's very much comfortable with how she looks. Maybe a little too much really." Brandon thought
"So? What is it you need help with anyway? You don't look too sick to me." She said, Brandon looked around for a moment. The small office was homey. The wallpaper was a greyish-dark green. On the walls were pictures of animals, night skies and the sea. There was one receptionist desk. Stylized with some gothic and punk-rock decorations to it. Definitely this woman's. There seats and a couch. Two doors aginst the back wall. One of them lead to who Brandon had come to see.
"Ah yea, well you see...its kind if hard to talk about...could I sit down?" Brandon asked nervously. The woman sighed as she pointed to the couch. Brandon walked over and sat on it. Very cozy and comfy. He watched the woman lock the front door. The door had three kinds of locks on it. One a padlock, the other dial lock and the other was a bar lock. She scoffed as she came over and sat next to him.
"Umm, well this is a bit embarrassing really. But you see I have BDD, if you don't know what that is the-"
"I know what the hell it is." The woman said annoyed
"Oh, then this place does deal with illnesses like it then?" Brandon asked
"Yea, we handle that too. Are you looking for surgery or something? Something to make yourself less ugly? Or maybe a set of new nails?
You want some contacts?" She asked
"Uhh no, I really just need someone to help me figure out what it is about me that I hate so much. The constant looking in the mirror, the constant feeling like I always have something wrong with myself. I honestly don't know what to do.
...I've been this way my whole life." Brandon said, he sniffed as his eyes got a bit watery. The woman looked at him, her cold tone and appearance falling for one of pity.
"...I...I'm sorry to hear that. Look this place isn't free pal, if you want something you'll have to pay like any other hospital or clinic before Mr.Makoto can see you. Hes a very busy guy these days." She said getting up and making her way to the next, Brandon followed behind her.
"Makoto, could he be Makoto Noro? He was on the list of papers Kibe gave me. He's an ex-employee of that Swan hospital. He had a pretty good record for a few years, but then people found out he was using his experience as a surgeon to sell organs on the black market.
He has a lot of experience being a doctor and a psychiatrist under his belt. Could this be my ace?" Brandon thought as he walked to the desk and watched the woman sit down in front of a computer. He saw her begin to type away.
"So, what treatment plan do you want? We have the regular weekly service which goes for about 450,000 yen. Though its only good for a month. After that you have to renew it.
Then there is the year plan, which means you'll be paying around 12 million yen for the year. But you'll be at the top of the list of patients. You'll get the best treatment of course.
So which are you looking to do today? Mr?" The woman asked
"Masaki Ishikawa." Brandon said bowing.
"Huh, you don't look Japanese to me now that I look at you." The woman said, Brandon stood straight a bit nervous.
"Heheh my apologies, Its on my mother's side. We moved over here when I was young, but I mainly grew up in the states." Brandon said
"Oh wow that far out. Well I guess I can't turn you down for that. I may be a bitch, but I'm not that much of one." The woman said as she typed in some stuff onto the keyboard. Brandon looked next to him as a card reader began to glow.
"Alright then, Ishikawa, what treatment are you looking for?" She asked
"I'll take the yearly plan. Seems like the best and most guaranteed." Brandon said as he got the wallet from the man he had pickpocketed before. He dug around for a bit and got the man's card.
"Oh wow, you must be loaded to afford this huh?" She asked
"Nah, this is small money to me. But its for a good cause. I work a lot of hours anyway, its good for me to spend something on myself." Brandon said as he inserted the man's card inside into the card reader. After a minute it accepted it.
"Thank you, Mr.Makoto will be with you shortly. Have a seat." The woman said as Brandon walked over sat down. It would take a few minutes, but soon Mr.Makoto would arrive. Brandon looked to him, he took notice of the man's appearance. He had grey in his brown hair, brown eyes, a bit more round than most men in Japan though. He took notice of the fact the man had reading glasses. He also wore a black vest with pants and shoes to match.
"Ishikawa? Right this way." Mr.Makoto said as he gestured for Brandon to join him inside his office. Brandon walked in nervously. As he did the two would walk into a very cozy room. There was a desk in the back with a computer. Lights above them. Two chairs facing each other. Brandon looked to his right and saw a tray with a tea set, something Kibe would like no doubt. Mr.Makoto would close the door and walk around Brandon.
"Would you like some tea?" Mr.Makoto asked, Brandon watched as the man went over to his tea set. He took in a familiar smell.
"Mmm, thats wolfsbane. Hes growing it somewhere here." Brandon thought, thats when his posture woukd go back to his usual stance. His demeanor and everything returning back to who he was. Mr.Makoto was making some jasmine tea. Which Brandon could smell.
"So, you've paid for my full attention, what can I do for you? I read the BIO that Mica sent. I suppose, your looking for a physical change yes?" Mr.Makoto said as he turned around with his tea. Thats when he noticed Brandon staring at him, his hands in pockets.
"What is this? His entire figure and person just changed. Before he had straight posture and a sort of nervousness about him. Now...I can't read him at all.
...he isn't a real patient." Mr.Makoto said as he sipped his tea.
"I reckon you've already figured it out." Brandon said
"Yes I have." Mr.Makoto said
"Good, so where are they are?" Brandon asked
"What?! Does he-"
"You're fruit. Where is it?" Brandon asked
"Huh?" Mr.Makoto asked puzzled
"Yea, you see I've been starving since I got here and I'm really hungry hehe." Brandon chuckled, Mr.Makoto looked at him with a unsure and confused look.
"...This guy might just be insane after all." Said Mr.Makoto. a while later Brandon and Mr.Makoto would be sitting across from each other. Brandon would be eating a an apple that Mr.Makoto had retrieved from his pantry. The two of them would just be sitting down, the sound of a grandfather clock in the back of the room. Mr.Makoto was about to ask something, but Brandon would cut him off.
"Did you kill nine people?" Brandon asked
"Excuse me?" Mr.Makoto asked
"I've been looking into some stuff, and your name came up in some reports.
Organ dealing is a hell of a crime." Brandon said
"Are you being serious, did you really come all this way, just to insult me!" Mr.Makoto said with frustration in his voice.
"A innocent man would have hit me by now. Which you haven't, by the way this apple is really good. Where did you get it?" Brandon asked
"Ishikawa! I must ask you to get out now!" Mr.Makoto shouted as he stood up, putting his cup of tea down. Brandon stood up and finished his apple. Mr.Makoto grabbed Brandon by the arm, but Brandon quickly moved it away.
"Hey! No touchie. None of that. I have my own feet." Brandon said as he and Mr.Makoto walked to the door, but thats when Brandon would grab him by his shoulder.
"You won't get away with it. Alice will break from you. Once she finds out you can't help her." Brandon said, Mr.Makoto stuttered for a moment, but then regained his composure.
"You have the wrong guy, now I've asked you to go." Mr.Makoto said, but just as he did that Mica came bursting through the door.
"Sir! The police are outside our door!" Mica shouted
"WHAT!?" Mr.Makoto shouted. He turned around and stared Brandon who had a wide grin.
Afterwards, Mr.Makoto, Mica and Brandon would all be taken into custody. They would all be fingerprinted and put into chairs with cuffs. Mr.Miyuki and Mr.Nakayama would come walking down the hall with stern looks on their faces.
"I told you he was going to be trouble." Mr.Miyuki said
"Don't start. I have enough on my plate as it is." Mr.Nakayama said as they both arrived to see the 3 cuffed and sitting down. One of the other officers in the station.
"What the hell were you doing at a back alley clinic?!" Mr.Miyuki asked
"I was there for a check-up, honest. Come on guys you have little faith in me." Brandon said
"Take him to my office. What about these two?" Mr.Nakayama asked as one officer grabbed Brandon and began to take him away.
"These two yea, Mikumo Mica and Tomoyuki Iizumi." Said Mr.Miyuki
"Ah, so Makoto Noro, isn't your real name then." Brandon said with a smile, Mr.Iizumi looked at Brandon with a stern and hateful look.
Later on Brandon would be sitting in front of Mr.Nakayama and Mr.Miyuki.
"GOING OUT ON YOUR OWN! No call and no response to my messages. Have you forgotten what your job here is?!" Mr.Miyuki shouted
"Ugh, do you gotta be such a drag? I caught some criminals didn't I?" Brandon said
"You did, but because you were there and nothing happened really they aren't being charged. Yes its illegal, but you were there Brandon. So they get to go free. At least for now." Mr.Miyuki as Mr.Nakayama was sitting there thinking as he looked to a picture on the wall. It was a picture of him getting a medal from Mr.Ozawa.
"So they get to go free and you end up shouting at me for doing my job? My goodness, lets never hope for terrorist." Brandon smiled
"Why you-"
"Miyuki, leave me and Brandon." Mr.Nakayama said, not wanting to get into an argument. Mr.Miyuki stormed off. Mr.Nakayama sighed as he stood up and walked over to Brandon.
"I assume you got something out of this?" He asked
"Oh I did, tonight. Someone by the name of Masaki Ishikawa, will die tonight." Brandon said
"By the hands of Alice?" Mr.Nakayama asked
"No, Alice is just the facade. She's the person that they get to do their dirty work." Brandon said
"And they is Mr.Iizumi." Mr.Nakayama said, Brandon gave a wide smile as Mr.Nakayama nodded. He then turned around and thought for a moment.
"We'll tap all phones in the area by his clinic. You will go and stake out Masaki Ishikawa's home. Report anything you see or hear, and if you don't. Please don't kill anyone. I mean it!
Otherwise I won't be able to save you again. I appreciate you calling in advance. Even if the delayed arrival you requested was peculiar on first glance." Mr.Nakayama said
"Heheh, you can rely on me. By the way. Do you have any fruit?" Brandon asked with Mr.Nakayama sighing in annoyance.