Hello! So here I am again, writing a new multi-chapter fic for OtoShie. I'm obsessed, aren't I? This fic will be different than my previous OtoShie fics, I'm trying a new approach and dynamic for them. If you're familiar with my usual OtoShie fics you might like the change, and if you usually don't like my OtoShie fics, give this one a chance, you might be surprised! Without further ado, I'll let you read! Enjoy!

warning: graphic depiction of violence and death.

"The victim, a 28 years old woman, was found lifeless in her apartment. Her body was covered in awful mutilations and was left with her belly ripped open."

Shiena felt a chill down her spine when she read those words and a slight feeling of excitement. Even though she thought it was awful and wished the culprit would be arrested, she couldn't help but be fascinated by them. She wanted to know why they kill, what they feel when they took someone's life, what kind of expression they have when they tortured those women. What could have led them to such a life, their childhood, what they do when they aren't killing. She wanted to know everything about them.

"The police is attributing this horrible murder to the infamous serial killer Jack the Ripper of the 21st Century, who is already over twenty victims now."

So it was really them. Shiena had saved every article about their crimes, she often reread them, she even hacked into the police system to have more information about the crimes and the culprit. She knew all the information about the victims and the current investigation about Jack the Ripper.

"The police is looking for a man…"

Shiena immediately stopped reading, a little bit annoyed. Again, another article who thought they were a man. She was convinced that it was wrong, the killer must be a woman. Shiena had analyzed all the murders, all the clues, and she was 100% sure that Jack the Ripper was a woman. So she was always bothered to read in those articles that the culprit was a man.

Even the police weren't even suspecting the possibility of the killer being a woman. As if a woman wasn't capable of as much cruelty as a man. Women weren't all innocent and frail creatures incapable of hurting others, some of them could be really vicious. Shiena couldn't help but think it was sexist of them to not even consider the possibility of Jack being a woman.

Shiena looked at the time and realized it was time for her to start her work. She closed the article and went on some website. She was working at home as a computer technician, hacking websites of bug company to test their security. It was something she was good at, and it paid well enough to earn a living.

She sighed, it was hard to focus on her work when all she had on her mind was Jack the Ripper. A part of her wished to meet her, but at the same time, she knew that she would probably die if she does. She let out a bitter giggle.

"As if she would be interested in killing a girl as plain as me."

Maybe it was for the best. After all, she didn't want to die. It was better for her to simply observed the killer from afar, without acting searching to meet her in real life.

She continued to type on her keyboard, finally focusing on her work, while deep down in her mind, Jack the Ripper was still there, like a disease that she couldn't cure.

The warm water was flowing on her, washing away all the blood. The hot water on her skin was comfortable and relaxing, she needed to decompress and make the adrenaline go down. She was still pretty excited, but she couldn't leave like that. She had to look calm and normal, to not arise suspicion.

When she was perfectly clean, Otoya turned off the water and grabbed a towel, before she exited the shower. She took the time to wipe herself and dry before she spotted her clothes and put them back. She looked around, making sure she didn't leave anything belonging to her in the bathroom, like some of her hair in the shower.

Otoya left the bathroom and wandered a little in the apartment before she went to the bedroom. She avoided the pool of blood on the floor as she got closer to the bed. A beautiful woman was lying in it, with a rather generous bosom and curves. Her beauty was accentuated by all the bloody cuts on her, this pretty red colour embellish her charm. Her face was stuck on such a painful expression, such raw emotions, so honest, it was so pretty. Her hair was a mess, it looked like a child a played in them with scissors.

Delicately, Otoya slipped a flower in the woman's hair, completing her work. This woman had been such a pretty blooming flower, Otoya cut her with care, and turned her into a magnificent flower arrangement. What was pretty needed to die when it was still pretty, otherwise, their beauty would simply fade away. It was her duty to preserve their beauty and make them even more beautiful. And she had such fun doing so, everyone should have pleasure doing their work, otherwise what was the point? Killing beautiful women was simply her vocation and she enjoyed every second of it.

Otoya wondered what will be the people's reaction when they will discover the corpse. Shock, disgust, horror? Or maybe sadness, anger, fear. She wished she could be there to see their face. Looked like she'll have to just be satisfied with listening to the news and reading the newspaper.

She always enjoyed watching the news after one of her murders. She liked the thought that millions of people were watching at the same time, learning about her crime, thinking about her, witnessing her art, fearing her. It was giving her so much power over so many people, just thinking about it made her so excited.

She found it funny how they all think she was a man. It was true that statistically speaking, most violent serial killer were men. She enjoyed to have fooled and deceived everyone about her identity, and it was giving her an advantage. This way, nobody was suspecting her of being Jack the Ripper, which assure her to not get arrested and to be able to continue her little fun with complete impunity. It felt like she was above the law, that she could do what she wanted. Well, everything was legal, as long as you don't get caught. That was her mentality.

Otoya tied up her hair and walked towards the front door, humming joyfully to herself, satisfied with her work. But now it was time for her "real" work, the one she did to earn a living. After all, killing won't bring food on her table.

Otoya left the place, smiling to herself, hype to see the news tomorrow.

Ding dong… ding dong… ding dong!

Shiena wriggled in her bed, lazily rubbing her eyes before opening them. The doorbell continued to ring, insisting. Shiena sighed and wondered who could be there at such an early hour before she noticed the time on her clock. It was already the afternoon.

"Shit!"

Shiena immediately got up from her bed and put her slippers, still in pyjama. She head for the front door, curious about who it was but also nervous. She usually had barely any, if it wasn't any, visitors. Was it a seller? If so, what was she supposed to do? She never had those before. Was she supposed to refuse politely? Be firm? Be rude? It was starting to stress her out.

She nearly stumbled on her own feet as she reached the main door and grabbed the handle. She took a deep breath, nervous and even slightly afraid before she finally opened the door.

Shiena froze in place when she discovered who it was. She didn't know that person, but she wished she did. In front of her was one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen. Tall, short red hair that looked like a magnificent lion mane, eyes as pretty as rubies, a face that reminded her of a prince, and especially, a pair of really big breasts. She was just so perfect, a true Greek Goddess. And on top of that, she was wearing a clean suit with no tie, giving her even more charm and even sex-appeal. Shiena didn't know where to look, she didn't dare to look at her in the eyes, so she just ended up staring at her chest.

"Excuse me for the bother, my name is-"

"Ah... huh... sorry... I'm not interested... with what you sell..." Shiena said nervously.

The red-haired woman remained speechless, like she was confused, while Shiena remained quiet, embarrassed and worried to have been rude to such a goddess. She wanted to apologies and bought whatever she was selling, even if it was some kind of cult.

"O-Okay... I'll buy it... what are you selling?" Shiena asked.

"Uh... I think there's a mistake. I'm not selling anything. But if you let me in, you may earn a significant among of money."

That statement… just sounds so suspicious. Anything related to money was worth to be doubt. What if she was some kind of criminal? No, she looked too clean and gorgeous to be one. But after all, appearance could be deceiving, this woman could be dangerous. But why would she be targeting her? She was a nobody, just a random hacker working for big companies, why would anyone want anything to do with her? Despite her worry, Shiena eventually let the woman entered and led her to the living room, trying her best to avoid all the things scattered on the floor. Shiena felt ashamed to let such a beautiful and clean woman walked in such a messy place, ashamed to have let herself go like that for weeks now without properly cleaning her apartment.

Shiena motioned to the woman to sit on the couch, which was a little overstocked. The red-haired woman found a free spot and sat there, while Shiena sat on the armchair in front of the couch. The brunette was nervously tapping her fingers on the armrest, barely looking at the woman, too nervous to look at her directly. The woman looked perfectly calm and didn't seem to be bothered with the mess, she only seemed interested in Shiena.

"May I... propose you something to drink? Coffee, tea, juice, water...?" Shiena proposed nervously.

"No, it'll be fine, thanks," the woman replied, smiling.

Even her smile was beautiful. She had such a pure face, she looked like someone who could never harm anyone, someone who instead would defend you at any cost. Shiena felt at ease with her, she was still a little bit nervous but she didn't think this woman could hurt her.

"So... why... are you here?" Shiena dared to ask.

"Hm, yeah, you must be wondering who I am. My name is Namatame Chitaru, and I'm a special agent working for a secret agency under the Public Security Intelligence Agency, the PSIA. My agency is called Anti-Killer Agency, also known as AKA."

Shiena remained speechless for a moment. Secret agency working for the PSIA? Special agent? What was that... it sounded like a cliché synopsis for a cheap mystery book, she saw that type of plot in so many animes. To be frank, she liked that trope, but she never expected that she would meet something like that in real life. It must be a prank, right? There was no way this woman was really a secret agent, yet, she looked so serious.

"It's a joke... right?" Shiena replied with a nervous giggle.

"I'm afraid that it's not. I'm secret agent Namatame," Chitaru said as she showed her badge that looked like a police one.

"Ah... and... what do you want from me?" Shiena asked, a little bit worried.

"AKA is tracking down dangerous killers such as professional assassins or infamous serial killers, psychopaths, people that are too dangerous for the normal police. And right now our number 1 target is Jack the Ripper of the 21st Century."

Shiena's heart missed a beat when she heard that name. Her current obsession, almost a schoolgirl crush, the person she was so eager to know more about.

"What do you know... about her?" Shiena asked.

"Her? You think they are a woman?"

"Well, according to my analysis of the crimes, yeah I'm pretty sure Jack is a woman."

"Hm... interesting. Well, at AKA we were thinking of a man, but the possibility of them being a woman is plausible. I'm interested in learning why you think this way, I want you to come with me to our HQ."

"... what? But... first... why me?!" Shiena exclaimed, confused.

"We have been investigating on you, Kenmochi Shiena. We know you hacked the police about the crimes regarding Jack the Ripper. We know you collection dozen of articles about their crimes. We know that you know information about them that we don't. This is why... we want you to join us. Join AKA and help us stop this bastard!"

Shiena couldn't believe what she just heard. Her, who was just a normal computer technician, was asked to become... a special agent? To work in a secret agency to track down killers? It sounded so unreal, it couldn't be true. And even if it was, how could she accept? That would be too dangerous, too risky, almost suicide. And yet, it would bring her closer to her obsession, Jack the Ripper. Maybe it was her chance to finally know more about her, and perhaps, after she was arrested, meet her in person in a safe environment.

Shiena took a deep breath, convinced that she was taking a terrible decision, but willing to take it anyway.

"I'm down, when do we start?"

Otoya stretched and yawned as she headed for the tavern near her house. There was nothing better than a little beer or even a fancy cocktail after work. She pushed the door opened and sat at her usual seat, on the stool near the bar. The usual bartender was there, a short girl with blonde hair, giving their drink to customers.

"A Bloody Mary please, no celery, but a little umbrella instead," Otoya asked with her usual charming smile.

"Just a moment," the bartender said.

The blonde girl came back a couple of minutes later with a reddish drink and a little umbrella inside, as well as a straw. She put it in front of Otoya with a polite smile on her face.

"Thank you, Hashiri-san!"

Nio nodded as she started to clean some glasses, humming to herself. It was starting to get late so many customers were leaving, but there was still a few more. Too much for them to talk about "real" stuff.

"So, how was your day at work, Takechi-san?" Nio asked.

"Hm, the usual. I was able to sell a lot of flowers today, people are so into those. Well, I can't blame them, who doesn't like pretty flowers? Men who want to charm women, women who simply like flowers, children who want to give them as a gift to their mother, every reason is valid. I'm always happy to make them the flower arrangement they want! Ah, I also had one customer who wanted their hair cut, I think I did a pretty good job. She was a beautiful woman ~"

Otoya took a sip of her bloody mary, appreciating the spicy taste before she looked back at Nio.

"What about you? How was your day?" Otoya asked.

"Same, the usual. I only work here at night so I always have the worst clients, just look at you... anyway, no fight today so I guess it's good. And I got a lot of tips, speaking of that would you mind...?"

Nio showed her the little cup with money in it, her tips for the day.

"This bar is pretty western huh, you know it's not polite to ask for that in Japan," Otoya replied with a smirk.

"Well, this bar is pretty popular with foreigners, so most of them insisted to leave tips."

"Very well then..."

Otoya dropped a 500 yen banknote in the tip cup, much to Nio's rejoice as she smiled widely and started to hummed again, wiping clean another glass.

Otoya took another sip of her drink, looking around. Almost everyone had left now, the only remaining clients were drunkards who were half-conscious and wouldn't even hear them.

"You last murder was sloppy, Takechi-san," Nio said coldly.

"Huh? I thought it was good, as usual," Otoya replied cheerfully.

"No, your murders are always so sloppy, you leave so many evidence because you're so arrogant, you think you're above the law and that you will get away with anything. But not this time. Your last one was so sloppy that you had a witness!" Nio revealed.

Otoya continued to drink her bloody mary, not stressed at all and rather calm, yet a little bit intrigued.

"Huh?"

Nio slammed a picture on the bar counter. Otoya nonchalantly looked at it, curious. It was the picture of a man, not particularly attractive, or clean either. He honestly looked like a bum. Far from what interested Otoya.

"What about him?" Otoya asked.

"He saw you left the victim's house."

"And? It doesn't prove that I'm the murderer."

"Takechi-san, he saw you right when the time of death had been established. If he talks to the police, they will arrest you."

Otoya froze for a moment. Her, being arrested? Unthinkable. She never even thought about this possibility. She was simply too great to be arrested like all those mere killers, she was above them, she was above the law itself. The police couldn't stop her, she was too smart for them, too strong. She had to prove it and do something to solve this problem.

"What do you want me to do?" Otoya asked coldly, dropping her usual cheery mask.

"Kill him. He's just a junky, he's currently at the hospital, he had an overdose. He'll be unable to confess for a while, but as soon as he gets better the police will interrogate him. You need to kill him first."

"Hm, he's not my type."

"I don't care about that. If he talks, you're done, it's prison time for you."

"But can't you kill him yourself? Aren't you part of some secret group or something?"

"I have no idea why you think that, and even if it was true, why would I help you? It's your mess, deal with it. You need to learn to deal with the consequences of your action," Nio replied.

Otoya was actually a little bit pissed. She hated unexpected things, she disliked to not be in control of the situation. The world was her playground, everyone was her toys, she could play with them the way she wanted until they break. Toys she didn't want were nothing more than useless objects, and any of those that were not playing their role in her playground needed to be eliminated. Any nuisance should be eradicated.

"Okay, I'll kill that guy," Otoya finally agreed.

"Try to make it took like a suicide, you don't want any more attention," Nio said.

Otoya grinned, while Nio simply looked annoyed. They met a couple of weeks ago, Nio witnessed one of Otoya's murders. But instead of calling the police, Nio helped her get away with it. Since that day, Otoya viewed her as an ally, someone useful she could use, like a tool. She was convinced that Nio was part of some organization, but the blonde bartender never confirmed her suspicion. Not that Otoya actually cared, as long as she helped her cover her traces and get away with what she does, she was satisfied. And if she was really from some secret organization, maybe she could get some benefit out of it. Truly, Nio was a useful tool.

Otoya finished her Bloody Mary and left the now empty glass on the counter, before leaving a couple of banknotes to pay for the drink.

"Thanks for the drink, it was good, as usual," Otoya started with her fake cheery persona, as she took the picture. "I'll take care of that as soon as possible, no worries. Thanks for everything, seeya next time ~"

"You don't need to come back, except if you tip me!" Nio exclaimed as Otoya left the tavern.

Walking down the street, Otoya looked at the picture. Really, he was totally not her type. But looked like she would have to do this sacrifice, for the sake of her oh so pleasant life. She sighed and put the picture in her pocket as she headed for home, tired and a little bit tipsy, only desire to lay down in bed and sleep.

Okay, it may look like it will be focusing on Shiena and Chitaru together, but I swear, it's a OtoShie fanfic!

I'm getting inspired by the series Killing Eve and Hannibal, I find the relationships Vilanelle/Eve and Hannibal/Will to have an interesting dynamic that could fit OtoShie. The title is a reference to Killing Eve's book title, Codename Vilanelle.

Thanks for reading, I hope you liked it, and please let me know if you want me to continue!

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