/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

[Anonymous No.]

>be me
>Riku Tazumi
>Im doing nothing now, vegetating in my office with a sickening headache and a CD player with a new soothin AKB48 playing in it.
>Secretary calls me and i take off my headphones.
>"What is it?" I ask in monotone.
>"Um, Riku-san?" she begins.
>"Ye-es?" I ask condescendingly.
>"Riku-san, a Mr. Anon Anonymous is here to see you," she says nervously.
>"Who?" I snap.
>"Detective Anon Anonymous?"
>I look out my window.
>Then at my monitor.
>Then at the headless woman on my sports magazine.
>Throw magzine into trash.
>I start "Tell him..." I stop and begin again "Tell him im at lunch."
>Secretary puses then whispers "Riku, I think he knows you are here," then adds "Its ten-thirty."
>I sigh in, stalling again.
>In contained panic say "Send him in I guess."
>I stand up and comb my hair in the mirror.
>I pick up my phone prepare myslef to pretend that im talking to Motoaki Tanigo
>"Now Tanigo-kun..." I clear my throat "You have to wear clothes proportional to your physique" I begin talking to nobody.
>"There are definitely dos and donts, good buddy, of waring a bold-striped shirt. A bold-striped shirt calls for solid colored or discretely patterned shirts or ties.."
>The door to the office opens and I wave at the detective, wearing a linen suit designed by Usaken not unlike mine, though his is slightly disheveled in a hip way, which worries me.
>"And a shirt with high yarn count means its more durable than one that does not... Yes i know... But to determine this you have to examine the material weave..."
>I point to to the chair, silently urging the detective to sit down.
>"Tightly woven fabric is created not only by using a lot of yarn but by using yarn of high quality fibers, both long and thin, which... yes... which are... which fabricate a close weave as opposed to short and stubbly fibers and loosely woven fabrics such as knits are extremely delicate and should be treated with great care.."
>Because of the detectives arrival, this day will absolutely suck ass. and I eye him warily as he takes a seat and crosses his legs in a way that fills me with nameless dread
>I realise I have been quiet too long, he turns to see if Im off the phone.
>Right, and.. yes, Tanigo-kun, right. And... yes, always tip the stylist fifteen percent..."
>I pause.
>"No, the tenchou of tha salon should not be tipped."
>I shrug at the detective rolling my eyes.
>He nods, smiles understandingly and recrosses his legs. Nice socks Jesus.
"The girl who washes the hair? It depends. I would say 50 yen or so...." I laugh. "Depends on what she looks like." I laugh harder.
>"Listen Tanigo-kun, I have to go."

[Anonymous No.]

>I hang up "Im sorry about that."
>"No, Im sorry" he say genuinely apologetic. "I should have made an appointment.
>He points to the phone "Was that, uh, anything important?"
>"Oh that? Just mulling over business problems and spreading gossip."
>We both laugh.
>The ice breaks.
>"Hi," he say, sitting up, holding out his hand. "Im Anon Anonymous."
>"Hi, Riku Tazumi" I shake his hand "Nice to meet you."
>"Im sorry barge in on you like this, I know how busy you guys can get."
>He averts his eyes from the magazines along with the CD player. I notice them too and quickly slip them into my desks top drawer with the still playing CD player.
>"So, " I try to sound as friendly as possible "What is the topic of discussion?"
>"Well," he stars. "I have been hired by Akira Oishi to investigate the dissapearance of Gundo Mirei."
>"Youre not part of the police are you?"
>"No, no, nothing like that. Just a private investigator. I jsut have some basic questions. About Gundo Mirei and yourself."
>"Coffee?"
>"No, im okay"
>"Matsuri pee? Noel milk?"
>"No, im okay"
>He say again and pulls out a notebook with a gold Cross pen.
>I buzz my secretary.
>"Yes Riku-san?"
>"Can you please bring Mr...."
>I stop, look up.
>He looks up too. "Anonymous."
>"...Mr. Anonymous a bottle of Lamy Water."
>"Oh no, im okay" he protests.
>"Its no problem." I tell him.
>He writes something down.
>Secretary brings a botlle of Lamy water and an etched glass with Anykara logo in front of Anonymous and then leaves.

[Anonymous No.]

>"So, the dissapearance of Gundo Mirei." He says.
>"Personnaly, I didnt hear anything."
>He smiles politely"I think his family wanted to keep it quiet."
>"Understandable."
>"Anyways, how old are you?" he asks.
>"Twenty six."
>He took out a pack of Mayoboro cigarettes and lays it next to the Lamy water bottle.
>He stops writing in his notebook and asks "Would rather I not smoke?
>I buzz my secretary "Bring Mr.Anonymous an ashtray please." I say
>Brings one in after a couple seconds
>"What can you tell me about Gundo Mirei?" He asks as the ashtray is placed next to the untouched Lamy water bottle and the secreatry leves.
>"Not much." I respond. "She was part of that whole NTR thing."
"What do you mean by NTR thing?"
>What do i mean?
>"Probably fucked a lot of ojisans." I pause "That NTR thing."
>"What kind of man was she? Besides the stuff you told me?"
>"I hope im not being cross-examined here."
>"Do you feel that way?" he asks.
>"No not really." As soon as I respond he writes something down.
>"Do you remember where you where on the night of dissapearance?" He checks his book. "On the 22nd of march?"
>"I wan on my yacht." I lie.
>"Wait..." he says "Thats now what I got."
>"What"
>"Thats not the information I received"
>I piss, shit and cum in my pants.
>"Now where were you?"
>"Where was Gyari?" I am almost giggling.
>"Not with his own company."
>"So who was he with?" I fell like I am going to pass out.
>He opens his book
>"He was at Super Yakiniku with Kyosuke Kinoshita, Kevin Li, Aviel Basin and-" Anonymous pauses. "you."

[Anonymous No.]

I ain’t reading all that, do they fuck at the end?

[Anonymous No.]

>>50238954
yes, on the yacht, and Gundo Mirei turns out to be the anchor

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>>50238801
>>50238848
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>>50238801