Disclaimer: No, I do not own Allen Walker, or his hotness/cuteness…….SO CUTE!! /// (or Some of the other characters appearing in later chapters) I do however, own Nanashi, Kira and Darren!!!

Nanashi and Kira, Private Eyes

"Two people were seen exiting the Manor of Sir Edgar Walker, the world renowned author of over forty best-selling books. He was discovered dead at 3 am this morning, police-"

A short click ended the fuzzy transmission of the excited jabbering of the young radio news reporter. A tired teen yawned widely, running a hand through his multi-colored hair. He mumbled, smacking his lips, then froze.

" ……"

"WHAT?!"

"Hnn…?" A head of bubble-gum pink popped out of the covers. She searched around blearily, eyes coming to rest on Kira's stupefied form.

"What is it Kira-chan?? Did someone steal our fish?!!? A panicked look overcame the girl's face. She opened her mouth and let out a loud wail, and began to sob in stricken grief. Kira winced at her reaction.

"No baka. (Fool) Our charge is dead." Kira stared at Nanashi expectedly, waiting for the words to sink into her tiny, pink head.

"No more free fish?"

"No more free fish."

"……."

"WHAA!!!!!! What'll I do without the fishies?!?!"

Kira sat in bed, red and black hair scattered on his head, clothes hanging loosely as he waited for the source of the flood of tears to stop. He reached over to the phone on the headstand and dialed Darren's number.

Ten minutes later, he was rewarded with quiet sniffling.

"Now as I was saying, Edgar Walker is dead. Whoever sent all of those threatening messages has now finally acted." He clenched his teeth; a regretful look overcoming his face. "If only we could have possibly known when they would strike…" Nanashi blinked twice, clueless, then brightened up.

"Oh yeah, Nashi' forgot to tell Kira, but a letter came in the mail yesterday. For Walker Mr." Kira made a mental note to correct Nanashi's grammar later… She dumped all of the contents on her desk onto the floor, and Kira's hair stood on edge as a rat scampered out of her dirty laundry. Two moths, five soda cans, and ten different outfits later, she discovered the letter at the bottom of the mess, and Kira wondered how on earth it had gotten covered in so much junk practically overnight.

"Here we go! Ahem," she read it aloud:

Mr. Walker, beware, for we will come on the Friday of this week to finish you off!

"Bwahahaha...!"

"…….." Kira merely stared as she held a flashlight to her face, illuminating it.

"Why. Didn't. You. Tell. Me. This. SOONER?!? We could've prevented his death!!! I'm gonna get suuuch a bad rep!! Darren'll kill me!!" He pulled the sheets over his head and bawled his eyes out.

A blob of whiteness entered the room, and Nanashi previously crying over the fear of Kira's 'immanent' death, shrieked.

"Oh my GAWD!! It's his ghost!!!!!!!!!!"

The blob of whiteness lifted its head, and revealed the attractive features of Edgar Walker's nephew, Allen Walker. He stepped inside, obviously gloomy, and taking in the tear-streaked faces on both of them, he flopped down on Kira's bed, much to Kira's delight. (A/N, Ano, did I mention Kira's gay??? Yep, and Darren's his boyfriend.)

"I suppose you've heard of his death then?" he whispered softly.

Kira smiled sadly, "yes, I'm afraid we have. I'm so sorry Allen." He took the opportunity to move in closer to the boy and draped an arm around him, rubbing his back consolingly. (He ached to run his hands through his beautiful, silky white hair..!) The nephew leaned into his arms and sighed defeatingly, tears welling in his eyes.

"We've called in the top-rated detectives in the business to discover who murdered my uncle. I will find the perpetrators responsible for this." He looked up, a sudden determined look in his eyes.

"I swear to it."