Observer

Hakuba Saguru observed the criminal infront of him. It had actually surprised him aswell when he had realized who the culprit was from the clue that had helped him solve the case.

The woman was only about five years older than him, awfully young and beautiful with raven hair. Why she would do something so extreme as taking another's life was beyond common understanding. She seemed to be such a kind and balanced persona.

"Mrs Daymore, why did you do it?" Saguru asked carefully. The woman turned her hazel eyes to his own.

"I don't know", she said. "One day I just woke up and wanted to do it. It took some planning but now he's finally dead."

"Criminals don't have good reasons", an officer said from Saguru's right. The blond decided to ignore the comment.

"What did you feel when you did it?" Saguru questioned with a gentle smile. Daymore's eyes widened, she apparently had not expected anyone to ask her that.

"Relief", she replied simply. "He will never again treat me like a posession. I was so sick and tired of him showing me off in all those fancy parties and then sleeping around with whoever he pleased."

"You couldn't have hated the guy enough to actually kill him?" the inspector leading the investigations asked.

"Yes I could", the woman said strongly, sternly and completely sanely.

"It's right for you to feel that way", Saguru said suddenly, startling everyone that had been listening to the conversation. Mrs Daymore looked at his face, trying to find salvation in his smile. But Saguru let the smile slip since it had never been a real one, just a mask to break the woman's mask.

The woman's eyes widened in terror when Saguru let his face slip into the expression it really wanted to hold. He showed the woman the darkness people like her had left behind in his soul before speaking: "It's the fact that you acted on those feelings that is unforgivable."

"W-Who are you?" the woman questioned pitifully. "What are you?" Frightened tears came to the corners of her eyes as she pleaded: "S-Stop looking at me like that!" The murderer crumbled and broke down completely, all the while screaming: "Don't look at me!" over and over again.

Saguru whirled around and stalked out of the room. He heard the officer from before speak to the inspector: "That kid shouldn't be allowed to the crime scenes. He's already broken."

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Saguru looked at his reflection in the hotel room mirror. Tomorrow he would continue on his way. He still had many places to visit before returning to Japan. He still had many crimes to solve and many other culprits to put in jail.

The corner of the mirror had a crack, a damage caused by one of the former guests. No one knew who was the one to do it and it was so small that no one bothered to change the mirror into a new one.

"That kid shouldn't be allowed to the crime scenes. He's already broken."

"I'm not broken", the detective argued with his mirror image. "I'm still in one piece. It's only a few cracks."

"What are you? S-Stop looking at me like that!"

"Like what?" Saguru questioned, staring at his reflection with the same look he had given the woman. The look of complete dismissal, an emotionless face that everyone he met hoped to be just a mask.

Shaking his head he thought about her other question.

"What are you?"

With another fake smile Saguru spoke to his reflection, like it was the woman from before. Seeing the hazel eyes in place of his blue eyes he whispered: "I'm an observer..."

To be continued...