Behind Closed Doors

"I've made you wait, huh, Yuno." Es opened the door gentler than usual to Yuno's interrogation room. The first trial had been hard to process and he was able to get some well-deserved rest, but... Yuno seemed out of it. At last, he thought. She's finally putting down that front. Yuno gave him a cheerful smile, bracing her arms on her lap and breaking any kind of relief Es had for her. "Yep! It's been a while, Warden-kun." "...From what i can see, it seems you've not changed." Es pulled his chair out and took a seat, his eyes locked on ones that observed him intently. "Hm? I won't particularly change. Ah, I see, because Haruka changed a lot, right? Men really do change when they're around women." "For now, I'm relieved," Es leaned back in his chair. "We'll begin the interrogation now." "It's bothersome, so I'll pass," Yuno said simply, giving him a dismissive shrug. "What???" "Hurry up and extract the song or whatever~ And then! Why don't you go ahead and *arbitrarily* think up what is and isn't, and *arbitrarily* make your decision?" "Yuno..." Yuno simply leaned back in her chair, her smile never reaching her hands except, now, she was fully aware. "Warden-kun, doesn't your little job ever get tiring? Isn't it just a prison game that *arbitrarily* forgives people who just won't remember this ever happened?" "I'd argue against that." Es took off his hat and sat it down on the table, his eyes downcast as if reciting a verse. "Milgram exists for the sole reason of judging your sins, and deciding whether or not they're forgiven. We take circumstances, motiv-" "Milgram, Milgram, that's all you talk about~" Yuno teased. She was getting tired fast. "Shut it." "The result of lots and looooots of sugar-daddying!: abortion." "...huh?" "There, you got your answer, right? Now hurry up and extract the song." Es sighed softly, scratching his head in exasperation. "I have no intention to pursue your acts outside of your murder, but they're ethically questionable nonetheless." "Huh? I wasn't trying to excuse myself and say what I did wasn't wrong, Warden-kun! I mean, I led a pretty okay life, and I'm not particularly struggling for money either..." Es perked up at the mention of that, confusion quickly clouding any irritation that might have been etched onto his features. "Then... what you were aiming for through your... compensated dating..." he stuttered. "Huh? What about it?" Yuno questioned, watching the way Es's cheeks pinkened slightly. She then realized. "Gasp! Warden-kun, you're so pure!-" "SHUT it." Yuno giggled the joke off, settling into the self she's presented through out the entire interrogation. "I mean, I never actually hurt anyone by doing it, right?" Yuno lamented. "The wanted wants the wanter, and vice versa. I get gifts, and they get whatever pleasure they get by being around me. It's almost like a win-win situation. I personally just... sought the warmth of being with someone, I guess." "Warmth..." Es repeated, more questioningly than sincerely. "...It's temporary. You don't get much "warmth" after such questionable acts." "Of course I don't! At the end of the day, it all fades away and leave me cold and worthless!" Yuno exclaimed in irony, throwing her hands up, then down again. "No warmth ever lasts until you embrace me tight, Warden-kun~" Of course she was not serious, but instead of looking at her weirdly, Es sighed. He opened his arms as well as his legs in invitation, and Yuno blinked once. Twice. "Oh my... heh!" Yuno walked over tentatively, dropping into Es's chair between his legs. "Hope I'm not crushing you or anything! You're too cute for that, Warden-kun." "...It's nothing," Es mumbled, one of his hands reaching around Yuno's waist. It settled on her stomach, and Es couldn't help but feel. He pressed down slowly, almost in apology. "While you're at it, Prisoner number 2- Kashiki Yuno, call me Es." He slowly leaned his chin on top of Yuno's shoulder, turning his head slightly. "Is this... warm enough, for you? The kind you seek?" "Oh. I don't know yet, but..." Yuno smiled softly as he touched Es's gloved hand. Slowly, she lifted it up to her heart. "I'm sure this little thing speaks for itself, right?"