Day One living by herself and something odd happened.

Her parents had been worried that she wasn't ready enough to live on her own.

Akane argued that all girls her age were living in their own apartments now closer to their respective training school.

She only started getting the idea after Yuki moved out of her old home a few months ago. She said that it was quite nerve-wracking at first, but after a while, you get used to the freedom and begin to enjoy the responsibility and control you have over your own life.

"Then again, I'm sure you'll get used to it right away!" Yuki exclaimed. "Afterall, your Psycho-Pass is clear no matter what the situation. You'll adapt fine, Akane."

Last night; Tsunemori Akane had arrived at her one-person flat with a suitcase and a password to download her handpicked holo Avatar AI into the security system. Next morning, the AI bid her good morning for the first time and reeled off a number of questions which was really not suitable to ask when someone was only half-awake.

It wasn't a bad morning though. Akane had a nice hot shower, ate a healthy breakfast and watched some news. It was still like her everyday schedule back at home- or it was really just her parent's house now.

She wanted to go for a morning jog, but found that someone didn't want her to go. That someone being the stranger sleeping right outside her door.

"Candy, you didn't notice him?" she asked over her shoulder.

"Nope!" the holo-octopus cheerfully replied.

Day One and her AI was already suffering from security problems.

Day One and there was someone sleeping outside her door. It probably wasn't very comfortable.

Day One and she figured her parents were right that the outside world was a bizarre place.

Akane couldn't see much of the stranger; he was hunched over on the floor using his arm as a pillow. She only knew he was a 'he' since she wasn't sure how many girls could have such broad shoulders. On his head though, was a mop of white hair. Oh dear, it was an elderly man. She wondered how long he was sleeping in the cold for.

Suddenly, all of Akane's love for her frail grandmother sang out to the homeless man lying in front of her.

"Oji-san," she said softly, and began to shake his arm. "Oji-san, are you alright?"

The stranger stirred slightly and slowly awoke. He lazily stretched his arms before sitting up straight, with his back to Akane still.

"Oji-san," she said again. "I have no idea how long you've been out here for, but you'll catch a cold if you stay. Would you like me to call someone for-"

The stranger turned round and only then did Akane finally realize he wasn't an old man. Probably still in his twenties.

"Oh."

A polite smile stretched across his face.

Akane furrowed her eyebrows. "Um, are you okay?" She wondered if she should also apologize for calling him oji-san. Or ask why he was sleeping outside her door.

He stared at her blankly for a moment before opening his mouth to speak. He was instantly cut off though when a deep growl awoke in his stomach. He didn't seem embarrassed about it- in fact, Akane was feeling a bit more awkward than he was.

"You're hungry," she pointed out flatly.

She glanced round the empty corridor and then back at the white-haired stranger. He was dressed in casual clothes, very plain, very white, probably bought a generic, cheap programme for his wardrobe. She wondered if he even had money for breakfast. It was a chilly morning so he was going to need something hot.

Just as another morning breeze chilled past, Akane suddenly felt compelled to ask "Would you like something to eat?"

Day One and she was inviting a man into her apartment.

She guessed she should've thought over that one. In one way, it was a stupid idea- bringing in a man who she had never spoken to. But if anything went wrong; Candy was designed to automatically record criminal acts whether they are done by the owner or the guests.

Speaking of whom, the AI was having a field day.

"Oh my! Oh my! How bold of you!" she squealed. It danced merrily around Akane sending little holo-hearts floating into the air. "Love at first sight!"

Akane hastily swatted her AI away.

"Don't listen to Candy," Akane mumbled at the stranger. "She's rather new."

The automatic kettle still had some of coffee left, Akane had wanted to finish it off after her jog but she heated it up again to serve to her guest.

"What would you like to eat? Candy has a big menu."

The white-haired man didn't seem to be listening, he was staring at Candy with a faint smile still on his lips and some vague interest in the holo-octopus constant bobbing about as if she was bungee jumping.

Akane wondered if he was mute- or deaf, he hadn't spoken a single word to her. Then again, usually people would have hearing-aids or synthetic voices installed instantly. Well, that wasn't her business.

She shrugged her shoulders and ordered Candy to serve another tray of breakfast- English style. She set the food and coffee on the table just as the stranger turned his attention to her.

"Please eat," she motioned to the seat before sitting opposite it. "It's cold outside so you'll need something warm to start your day."

He sat down without a word and began to eat. Akane thought it would be rude of her to stare whilst he did so so she quickly mumbled to the AI for another cup of coffee and stared at that instead. She would still steal a few glances at him, being more and more unsure that he really was some homeless person. He looked so comfortable sitting there and eating his toast that it was as if he had lived in the apartment his entire life.

Besides the noise of crunching toast, the silence was growing more awkward. So she abruptly jerked her head at him and cleared her throat.

"I don't know why you were sleeping outside my door, but that really isn't healthy for you," she chided him. "If you don't have a place to go to, then I can direct you to the nearest Welfare Centre. I would suggest some hotels or something, but I've only moved here recently so I can't stay anything I say will be very credible..."

The next five minutes went by with Akane drifting in and out into her one-sided conversation, there was still the nagging possibility that the stranger couldn't even hear her, but they did occasionally share eye-contact so she knew at least he was aware of her speaking.

He tidily finished his meal and smiled again at Akane- though, it felt more genuine than the first time.

She smiled back.

He then took her hand into his and leaned forward a little.

Akane's smile froze.

The stranger then spoke for the first time in a smooth, reserved voice:

"Be mine."

Day One and a guy was asking her out- or something like that.

"...excuse me?" Akane deadpanned.

The white-haired stranger pulled his hand away and leaned back. "Ah, I'm sorry," he said gently. "I was so caught up in my own thoughts that I said that without thinking."

"Oh, don't worry ab-"

"I still mean it though."

"-bout it. Wait, what?"

The stranger seemed to find amusement in her shock.

"This is the first time I've met someone like you," he explained. "So before I lose sight of you, I want to make sure you're securely by my side." He paused. "Or if it's more convenient, I can stay by yours. I hate to disrupt your daily life."

Akane wondered if it was her hearing which was impaired, not his.

"So, I'm yours," he added.

Or maybe a Psycho Pass checkup would be good for the both of them.

"You do realize you're asking out a complete stranger who you've barely met for ten minutes," Akane objected. "Also, I have no interest in dating right now."

"I'm a patient person," he assured. "Miss...?"

Akane decided not to tell him, instead, she'll show him the exit and let him get on his way.

"Her name's Tsunemori Akane!" a familiar voice chipped into the conversation.

Said girl gasped in disbelief. "Candy!"

Day One and her AI was suffering from major security problems.

"Thank-you, Candy," the stranger acknowledged. "So, Akane-chan-"

"At least just call me Tsunemori."

"Akane-chan," he repeated, as if testing the sound of the name. By the faint twitch on his lips, Akane guessed he liked it. "My name is Makishima Shogo and I would like to become your flatmate."

The spontaneous change in topic caught her off-guard.

"This is a one-person flat," she argued.

"I'm sure your bed can fit us both."

"What?"

Makishima looked very close to laughing. "I'm just teasing. I'll sleep on the floor."

A rare headache was threatening to come through for Akane. She rarely talked to guys outside of a lecture hall but she was still very sure that guys aren't usually so forward. He was acting as if she already agreed to letting him live with her.

"Makishima-san, I invited you into my home because I thought you might be hungry," Akane stated firmly. "You've finished eating, so please leave. If you would like to know where the local Welfare Centre is, my landlady lives downstairs and she can point you to the right direction."

"Oh, but didn't I already say I want to be with you?" Makishima inquired.

Akane crossed her arms over her chest.

"All because I gave you food once doesn't mean I'm entitled to give it you all the time," she warned.

Surprise had flickered through Makishima's eyes for a second. He reverted back to his gentle smile when he figured out what Akane meant.

"Oh, you misunderstand me, Akane-chan," he informed. "When I said I wanted to be with you, I really do mean you. Not your money. Or your cute AI's excellent service."

From the corner of her eye, Akane noticed Candy had an oddly sheepish expression.

Day One and her AI had betrayed her.

"You see, Akane-chan, it's the first time I've met someone like you," Makishima continued. "Or I really should say is that, I've finally found someone like you. A person who helps someone else completely out of their own free will."

He leaned over the table again- a table which was very small and designed just for the single meal tray.

Akane jerked out of her seat and smoothed down a crease on her jacket.

"Offering food to a hungry person is something anyone can do," Akane retorted.

"Yes, no one does it," the white-haired guest countered.

"Of course they would."

"No, they don't Akane-chan," Makishima was still smiling, but his eyes weren't anymore. "Everyone is so busy with their own lives, they pretend that people like me don't exist, they don't look at me because I'm not their problem."

Akane's eyebrow wrinkled.

"I don't think you can prove that unless you've fallen asleep in public before," she protested. "In fact, I'm rather curious to why you were sleeping outside my door in the first place."

The smile had finally lifted to Makishima's eyes again. He too rose from his chair and took a few steps closer to Akane.

"Do you have faith that people will be kind to strangers, Akane-chan?" he asked curiously. "Well, I guess your optimism would explain why you were so calm when you found me. I wonder what your Hue is like?"

Akane took a step back.

"That's private information, Makishima-san. And you're changing the topic."

He took half a step forward.

"No matter. In this cage where people are only willing to help if it benefits themselves, I've finally found someone who helps simply because she wishes to," Makishima claimed happily. "A free bird living outside Sibyl's trap."

Another step back.

"You put too much praise on someone whose given you a free breakfast," Akane criticized. "And you seem to be implying that Sibyl oppresses people."

"Oh, then perhaps you'd show me otherwise?" Makishima challenged. "Doesn't Sibyl decide everything for us in our lives? Everything is set out for us; our education, our careers, our partner, our complete lifestyle. Everyone is so dependent on receiving and performing the System's orders because it knows what is best for them. That's why they never act out of free will, because it is not part of Sibyl's plan, thus they don't know what good it will do."

Akane gave herself a few moments to absorb what he had said.

"That's right, Sibyl does decide everything for us," she agreed. "We accept it because it's there."

Though Makishima was happy she was rather open-minded, he felt a little disappointed that she accept it so readily without a fight.

Suddenly, she shot him a stern look.

"That's why you have no right to say people will not help others when the choice of free will appears- because your will is something no one can predict, not even the Sibyl System," she concluded.

Makishima nodded thoughtful. "Oh, so you do believe the System is flawed, and the whole concept of a Psycho Pass?"

"Measuring mental health and your predisposition to becoming a criminal is one thing... but it's a little deterministic," she mumbled with a shrug. "In the end, you have to decide for yourself if you want to commit a crime or not, and that's free will, isn't it?"

She wasn't sure if she was making much sense in the first place, or if her non-expertise comment would be valid in anyway, but Makishima was still vacantly smiling and his eyes were locked onto her almost unblinkingly.

"How interesting," he commented. "I really do want you afterall. There is no way I can just turn away from you now."

Akane held up her hands in a sign of defense. "Makishima-san, I-"

"Please, just call me Shogo."

"You call me 'Akane-chan' when I said I wanted you to call me 'Tsunemori,' so why should I bother calling you by the name you want me to say?" she grumbled.

Makishima looked as if he was about to laugh again. "Aren't you cruel, Akane-chan? You're making me choose between me calling you by your cute first name, or hearing you call me by my first name."

"I wasn't sure if we are close enough to start addressing eachother so familiarly in the first place," Akane said frankly. "And um, I guess you've finished your breakfast."

"I would very much like another cup of coffee."

"I have no reason t-"

"One extra cup of coffee coming up!" Candy cheerfully announced in the background.

Akane felt the sudden urge to slap her forehead.

"Candy, Sleep Mode."

"Okay!"

She turned her attention back to the smiling stranger. "Makishima-san. I think you should leave now."

"How could I leave such an interesting person like you?"

"Flattery will get you nowhere."

Makishima then offered a hand out in front of the weary brunette.

"How about if I make a proposition with you instead? I will give you anything you want in exchange for letting me become your flatmate," he suggested.

At that, Akane had to laugh. It was so simplistic it was childish. "Anything? Like, pay for my training school fees or my housing bills?" she joked, finding his sudden proposal far too uncomplicated for his character.

"Would you rather have me pay for both or just one of them?" he asked in all seriousness, the graceful smile on his face unwavering.

Akane stopped laughing.

"You're homeless," she pointed out.

"So you would assume."

"You were sleeping outside my door."

"Ah yes, that's a long story, but I honestly didn't mean to fall asleep. Your neighbourhood is very peaceful and quiet by the way."

"Who are you?"

Makishima took another half-step forward and leaned forward so their noses were almost touching.

"I'm your flatmate, Akane-chan."

At that, Akane-chan then forced her flatmate out through her door.

Well, not really. Akane had never been a violent person in her entire life so she rashly pleaded him to leave by the promise she'd go out to have coffee with him some other time.

Day One and Akane found herself a date.

Well, she told herself it wasn't. She was sure she'd never see him again anyway; if he had fallen asleep outside her door instead of in his own home or even at a hotel, she theorized that he wasn't from the local area so out of conventional reasons, he would have to leave her and they would both get on with their own lives.

Day Two however, Makishima Shogo proved her wrong by appearing at her front door, fully awake and holding an address to a coffee shop he liked.

Hey guys. First PP story so any form of feedback is greatly appreciated! It was probably a stupid idea to start your first crackfic on Psycho Pass which is mindscrew all over the place, especially a story including Makishima ha.

This story idea is not mine, but exile-wrath. In fact, that summary is his too. THANKS SO MUCH FOR LETTING ME USE IT. Check his stuff out, especially his own ShoAka story (Handcuffed Together, For Now and Forever) which is pretty damn good. Screw that. It's bloody amazing compared to the jumble I made here.

Thanks for reading. Sorry about the anti-climatic ending.

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