Moriarty's POV

It's been a few months since, my capture as I hear footsteps down, the hallway of the prison cells. Judging by the sound of them. It's appears to be a young woman, her gait confident. I am but, an observer as she approaches my cell. The irony of it all is not lost on me.
I a man, who once held the strings of fate. The very man in Holmes his world to be able to be called his shadow, his nemiss his equal. Moriarty the man: Capable of determined to change the fate of nations. Now reduced to a mere spectacle for the curious and powerful to gawk at.

I move shifting my position, feeling the cold metal of my cuffs moving against my wrist. One of the many constant reminders of my captivity.
I could feel my cat ears twitching ever so slightly, a telltale sign of my discomfort. Ignoring them, I keep my face impassive stoic.

And then she appeared stopping before me.
I cannot help myself but, wonder if even for a moment of what she would see in me. Is it curiosity like so many before? Pity perhaps? Our maybe in the very off chance she believes there's still a spark of greatness left within me, something worth salvaging from the ruins of my ambitions.

“Ah Miss Yuzahara, well if it's the rumoured successor to the Yuzahara family.” I greet her, ensuting my tone is measured and polite along with a polite smile. My voice sounding almost unfamiliar to me after the months that, I spend here in sollitude. 
"It appears we are to become acquainted under less than ideal circumstances." I study her expression carefully, trying to gauge her thoughts. The questions from before returns.
Does she see me as a monster, a man deserving of this cage, our perhaps as a tragic hero brought down by forces beyond his control?

Senka: “So you've heard of me. That makes things a lot easier.” Her gaze reading determination.

“Your family's name Miss Yuzahara it carries.... a certain weight. The whole schandal and, then the Kurogane family preying on it. One can only imagine the scars it left behind not to mention your father's latest affair. ” I study her reaction, savering the moment. It appears I've struck exactly where it hurts.

Senka: “I assume, then that you do know why I did seek you out.”

A small grin appearing on my lips as I meet her gaze, my crimson eyes never leaving hers.

“But, you must know Miss Yuzahara, my services don't come for free.” I allow the silence to stretch between us. Like a taut wire. Heavy with unspoken words. My mind already calculating her every reply, preparing for it's every outcome as I patiently await for her response. My tail my tail swishing idly behind me, like a metronome.

Senka: “Very well then, a Yuzahara always pays it's due's. Help me to acquire what I want and, I shall reward handsomly. Perhaps even your freedom would be up at the table.”

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