The Analyst

𝚇: 𝙼𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚢

"(Y/N), you know what you could do." Daichi suggested over the phone.

"No, no there has to be another way to catch this guy and keep my dignity." I respond, staring at my board filled with pictures and evidence.

"And that way would be?" He asks condescendingly.

My eyes squint at the board, trying to figure out what I'm missing. After a few minutes, I sigh in exasperation.

"Fine. Fine. He kills mutants, right? Then let's give him a mutant."

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I stared at myself in the mirror, appalled at how I looked. It wasn't bad, just... different.

I thought about what my life has come to, before remembering it's Friday. I take out my phone and text Kaminari.

4:26
Hey Kaminari, I just wanted
to tell you that I might not make it
tonight.
If I do, I'll be late, so don't wait
up for me ok?

4:28
That's fine! Why are you going
to be late?
If you don't mind me asking.

4:29
A scumbag is killing prostitutes
down on Seventh. I intend to catch
him before the nights out, by all
means necessary.

4:30
A valid reason. Hope you can make it!

Slipping my phone in my bag, I turn in the mirror, making sure I look perfect from all angles.

Well fuck me. I'd fuck me.

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There it is. The car that I've been searching for this whole night. Four hours of walking up and down streets in five inch heels, telling men to get lost.

He slows to a stop beside where I'm walking and rolls down his window. I walk over, swaying my hips.

Is this how to look sexy?

I lean into his open window, making sure to push my tits up farther then they already are.

"Hey handsome, need some company?" I ask.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm pretty lonely. Have a seat." He says. I smile.

"Awesome."

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"You bitch!" He screamed at me. He thrashed against the policemen's arms, the lights flashing in his face. "You tricked me!"

I turn away, walking towards an officer that held my bag. Sitting down on the curb, I take off my heels, replacing them with tennis shoes.

I look up to see other women, dressed as I was, being held back by policemen, trying to see what was going on. One caught my eye.

"Did you catch him?" She asks. I walk over, seeing that she's crying. Her pale purple skin makes her darker gills pop.

"I did. You're safe from him." I explain, smiling a bit at her.

Her and many other mutants exclaim in joy, hugging each other and rejoicing. "Thank you! Thank you!" They scream at me, and my heart warms knowing I saved some more lives.

After a few more words, I grab my phone, calling Kaminari. It's only 9:03, so I'm not that late.

He picks up after one ring.