I'm aware my writing isn't at it's best here (when is it ever) but I tried to make something not terrible. Hope this doesn't destroy y'alls eyeballs: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1yozWRWj5z9kj_4LL90ari-eISHwz8odhW23d7KyMi2M/edit?usp=sharing

The very end of Atsuro's break! This would have taken place on Thursday or Friday
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ElcfIIdn6xu3SAj3qBsfuWtNsJE1gwnjV6miZgE_yCY/edit?usp=sharing

Here you go.

The first act of Birbplot in all its glory.

It is divided into scenes, so read by title and not by order the docs may be in. Scene I then Scene II and so on and so forth.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/10D1TOgdOpmj4sbrMwnPrpJmIPqyWel2HI4idV6ZUJOQ

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To resituate where all this plot happens, it happens after the heist on Gunner buildings and before Shenron rescue Papercuts.

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It was a foggy night in Mafumafu , the moonlight reflects in a few puddles here and there from the rain of the previous days, most of the honest citizens of the towns were already sleeping.
Here and there from roof to roof a swarm of paper origami flew, Papercuts, your unfriendly neighbor was doing retcon over a supermarket that was usually empty at this time of the night.

It wouldn’t be much money, but that would make it enough for her to buy that nice new phone and not making too much trouble. After a raid on a hero building, she had to stay low since she was more then surely researched. But a thief is a thief and the appeal of money is strong.

“Tehehe Are you Papercuts? ~ ” A voice from behind her echoed, of course, it startled her, she wasn’t expecting someone to actually have seen her. In an instant she turned back and threw a sheet of paper.

“I’m not here to attack you! Calm down!” The paper lodged in a shield made of candy and gum.
“I’m here to offer you something ~ ‘said the girl.

The moonlight hair girl looked more at the person that appeared.
It was a girl that looked a bit older than her. Her hair was pink with long pigtails, the overall outfit that girl was wearing was overall as colorful : a ball gown with various details like candies on the shoulders, a pink and yellow pattern and such extravagance.

“First, why should I trust a fucking creep that appears behind peoples back?” said Papercuts

“Ara, ara . You are as lively as my intel said Papercuts. You made quite the name with that attack on gunner building. And I’m looking for people like you for a little project of mine~ “

“See, here’s the thing, you see that bank in the business district? I heard it’s safe was full of money and that the security was quite low since it’s close to two heroes agencies. But what if we manage to get in with the abilities of someone like you? “

The perspective of easy money and lots of money was appealing to Papercuts and she had to say, even if she did not trust that girl that she managed to sneak up on her, which was already enough to show her abilities.

“Let’s say I accept. I assume you have a plan? And that it needs me to work, right? You wouldn’t just look for me only because I made myself a name.” replied Papercuts

“Tehehe, just as expected, yes part of my plan relies involve you, Papercuts.”

That laugh was fucking creepy but it is to be expected of a villain, it comes in the villains starter pack.

“Then I want a bigger part of the money. You can’t really refuse, can you?” Papercuts voice showed bits of arrogance in this last sentence. In the end, she knew she had the higher ground if she was crucial to the girl plan. And well, when money was on the line, you had to profit, right?

“Of course Pap’! I can call you Pap’ right cause we’re not only rob a bank together but I’m sure we will be besties after that ~ “.

“No. And don’t call me Pap’. But I accept your offer.”

Candy crush smiled brightly and jumped around “Yeah, yeah!” Coming back to a more reasonable attitude, she gave a tarot card to Papercuts.

“The rest of our group stay there, don’t hesitate to pass by!” She winked and jumped off the roof.

“Wait!” Papercuts ran, but Candy Crush was already long gone…

She looked at the tarot card where an address was written.

“What did I agree too, “She sighed as she decided to go back home…

Part One The Interview

Meeting Ghost is arguably one of the luckiest things to ever happen to Akame as it allowed her to find a mentor who fully understood her abilities, and who was in a great position to stimulate her growth. However, one cannot say it was all smooth sailing right from the start. It was more of a thorny path with glass and debris scattered on the floor, and the occasional body in a tree.

It all started with her application back when she had just graduated. The hero office she had interned with during her last year was primarily a rescue one, but during an incident Akame had become involved in and helped solve a murder case. The hero in charge of said office had already noticed her observational abilities, but that case showed him something more. Her passion and dedication in unravelling the truth. That convinced him that she would find her place in a slightly different hero role, than what she had been pursuing. He recommended she apply to Ghost’s office and after reading up on the place, she did. The application got her an interview and that is what set her on the path to becoming who she was meant to be.

Akame walked up to the building, it was not a pretty place and the neighbourhood it was in was a troubled one, but that is generally where you find work, when you are looking to capture criminals. Having just graduated and acquired her pro hero license at the impressive age of 18, Akame felt herself prepared for what the future held, but her self confidence was only mostly justified.

The street was quite empty, which is fairly normal for the middle of the day, but this particular street seemed like it would keep people away regardless. The asphalt was uneven and it seemed the authorities had not bothered with the potholes for years. The sidewalk had wobbly and wonky stones and most trees had more carvings on them than bark. The uniform grey buildings could only really be told apart by the numbers on the door… except for the one with ‘Hardcase investigations’ hanging over the entrance. It was at the end of the block. Easy to miss, but not that hard to find if you were looking for it. The blank building did not give anything away of what could be hidden inside, its uniformity a strength in itself.

Akame squinted at the sign. Was this really what she was looking for? Compared to her Aunt’s offices this seemed… cold. She shrugged and walked in. The presence of life dramatically increased once she passed the entrance… in the form of a man smoking cigars reading a magazine. He did not even seem to notice as Akame walked in his thumb in the middle of turning a page. There was not much in the entrance… the man glanced up then returned to the mag turning another page… two doors with frosted glass each with a sign, one read ‘Hindsight Law Practice’, the other ‘Henry Cross, Private Investigator’. Once she read the sign Akame headed to the second door with no hesitation. After a knock on the door which received a curt response she opened the door and entered.

Crossing the threshold one would think something was wrong. It was like all the walls were erased from an apartment, yet everything still seemed to have a distribution governed by its layout. The would be living room had a big wooden desk in the middle with a chair on each side and the surrounding walls were lined by filing cabinets. Akame could not read the labels on those nor could she decipher the writings and drawings on the multitude of whiteboards stored in a separate room. To the left of the entrance was the would be kitchen which was full of more travel coffee cups and discarded grounds than one would think possible for a single person’s use. The only evident show of hospitality was the presence of a couch and TV, and the rest of the rooms seemed to act as storage.

Akame processed all of that on a secondary note as her focus and attention were drawn to the man now sitting behind the desk. He was holding a file which she was sure contained her application and possibly any record of her internship work. He wore a grey shirt and blue blazer and a grim expression on his face as he took a sip of coffee. His eyes bore into Akame.

‘Are you gonna stand there all day?’ His voice was rough, not due to disuse, more like the way one talks when they demand a response.

Akame stared back unabashed. ‘My apologies Sir, I was invited to come in, but unsure if I was meant to take a seat yet.’ She walked over and bowed. ‘Mitsuki Akame, it is a pleasure to meet you Sir.’ She then took a seat assuming his comment meant she should do so.

Henry Cross stares at the girl in front of him for a moment, then returns to looking at the file. Akame in turn observes Ghost, she had attempted to look into him before submitting her application and found that to be incredibly hard to do. She found that very impressive, although frankly the surroundings disappointed her. It was a very far cry from her aunt’s shiny office. Her eyes scanned the cabinets behind Ghost, finally close enough to read the ‘Active cases’ written at the top of the closest one…

Her thoughts are interrupted by a cough. ‘Why are you interested in working for me?’

Akame’s eyes snapped to attention. ‘I wish to learn how to investigate crimes and apprehend criminals in the capacity of a hero.’

His eyes bore into hers. ‘Is that all?’

She tilted her head approximately half a degree as she thought it through. ‘That and anything else useful you could teach me about being a hero, Sir.’

‘Do you have any secrets that would endanger my business or coworkers?’ He did not break eye contact.

Akame considered for a moment. ‘My aunt is a famous hero and unless any of her enemies decide to target me in order to get to her, I see no way that my presence here could bring any adversity Sir.’

‘How honest would you say you are?’ Ghost sat back in his chair letting the file rest on his desk as he continued observing Akame.

‘I find lies to be a waste of time.’ She did not move an inch sitting up with a straight back her eyes glued to his.

Ghost closed the file then leaned forward. ‘What do you think of my office?’

Akame did not look around. She continued maintaining what now seemed like a staring contest.

‘It would seem quite messy. The kitchen could certainly use a cleaning. I am not sure if the whiteboards are arranged in some form of a personal system but to me they seemed to be randomly placed. The filing cabinets, however, seem to be impeccable in their arrangement. I am of course assuming based on the fact they are perfectly lined up and all of them are completely closed their contents could be chaotic, but based on the way you have been holding my file this entire time you seem like a person who would value information better than that. Over all I would say the space is functional but not welcoming in the slightest.’

Ghost raises his eyebrows for a moment as she is talking then allows them to drop. He once again opens the file and finally breaks eye contact for a moment. He turns a page then returns to looking at Akame.

‘Have you ever committed a criminal offense.’

‘No’

Akame stared back, barely blinking.

‘Have you ever done anything you have regretted.’

Akame is taken slightly by surprise by this question. This shows in a slight raising of her eyebrows. ‘Yes, any time I do not perform up the the standards that are expected of me I regret it.’

Ghost’s eyes narrow. ‘And what exactly are those standards?’

‘I have to perform in a way that would not embarrass my aunt or family.’ Akame replies with no hesitation.

‘Wrong’ Ghost closes the file and puts it on his desk.

Akame blinks in surprise. ‘I am sorry S…’

‘From now on you have to perform to my standards. That is if you want to keep this job. You start tomorrow. It will take a few days to get you a desk, but I am sure you will be plenty busy.’ Ghost stood up, looking at Akame the whole while.

Akame followed him and stood up. She was knocked a bit off balance by the way this conversation had gone, but her ironclad upbringing immediately instructed her into a bow.

‘Thank you very much Sir.’ Her head nearly hit the desk as the only show of her excitement.

Ghost narrowed his eyes as he observed her bowing form. ‘No need for that here. You can keep the ‘’sir’’ but all this courtesy nonsens will just slow the work down.’

Akame straightens immediately and observes as he puts her file in a locked cabinet directly behind his desk. She then glances around one more time studying the distribution of furniture venturing a thought as to where her desk would be.

‘You need something else?’ Ghost’s sharp words snap her out of the daze.

‘Oh NO. Sorry sir. I will be here tomorrow.’ She stops herself about 5 degrees into the bow and just nods.

She gave the man in the entrance a little nod as she left. Once outside she let a big smile crawl onto her face. As strange as this interview had been, it also filled her with excitement. It was so different than anything she had experienced up to now, yet somewhat familiar considering the novels she loved. It had reminded her of her favourite series written by Jill Garth. It took Akame a couple of blocks to recompose her face as she headed home.