Okay! Jeez, I'm really piling the work on... *sighs* Oops. XP Okay, so this story is actually thanks to Nini Hearts. She read another one of my stories and actually asked if I could write a story with this idea, and I said yeah. Originally it was gonna be with mountaingirl47, but she had so much work, and I just didn't really wanna give her more. (Layla: *rolls eyes* *sarcastically* You're a saint. Me: Shut it. You know I didn't mean it like that.) But that's essentially it! So disclaimer: I don't own Shugo Chara, and Nini Hearts has the original idea, so... Yeah. That goes for the whole story because I'm a lazy writer. :D

Flash of Pink

Chapter 1

There were voices. Four voices. All of them feminine. All of them insane.

All of them belonging to people who were going to kill him.

Hideyoshi Kimura was lying on the cold, hard, dirty ground. He didn't know where. And he didn't understand: Why him? Why were they killing him in particular? They could've killed anybody else, but they chose to kill him. Why? He'd never done anything wrong. Kept his nose clean. So out of all the people in Japan, why did they choose him?

Hideyoshi quickly scolded himself for the way he'd thought that. It's not why were they going to kill him. It's why were they killing. He couldn't see anything. He didn't really know why that mattered to him so much. After all, wouldn't it be better to not see the end coming toward him? Or was he still fixed deep down on the idea that he just might make it out of there alive?

If he could have, Hideyoshi would've laughed. Even if the women didn't give the final blow themselves, he still would've died. He'd lost too much blood. It was miraculous he'd survived this long. Without serious medical treatment at that very moment, he would die within minutes. And he doubted that the killers would stop what they were doing to give him blood transfusions or stitch up the worst of his wounds.

"Neh, Chou, how much longer do you think this guy has?"

"Hm. Probably less than a minute. Actually, he probably won't even hear the end of this conversation."

"Why does it matter so much to you, Etsuko?"

"Hisoka, don't be so mean! You know that Etsuko-chan doesn't like beating a dead horse!" The voice paused and giggled. "Beating a dead horse. A dead horse. Hee hee. That's funny!"

"Sure, Etsuko. That's very funny." The voice muttered, "A really bad kind of funny."

"Akane, do you want to do the honors and finish him?"

There was a brief pause where all the voices went quiet. And then a smooth voice said, "I'd love to. Thanks for asking."

For a moment, Hideyoshi's vision cleared. Maybe it was because he was right on the brink of death. He looked up and saw a flash of pink before one of the women buried a knife in his chest.

Hideyoshi coughed once. And then again. And then he breathed his last.

Akane stood up straight and wiped the blood on her knife off onto Hideyoshi's clothes. Of course, they had no earthly clue that his name was Hideyoshi Kimura. The didn't know his past. They knew nothing about him except for his appearance before and after they'd gotten their hands on him.

"Nicely done as usual, Akane."

Akane smiled and looked at Chou. "Thanks. You did good too. Alright, girls. Time to clean up."

They were gone within five minutes.

Meanwhile, the police force was in total panic mode.

There were people running every which way, carrying stacks of papers, boxes of evidence that they all knew was useless but had kept anyways, and a few were holding phones , frantically taking down statements from people who swore that they knew who was doing the killings. The uncatchable killers. And even though most of them knew it was hopeless, they tried anyways.

Someone fell in all the madness and papers flew everywhere. A man with long purple hair who wasn't carrying anything bent over to help him get everything back together. The man looked up at the feminine male with something close to awe. "Thank you, Fujisaki-sama."

Nagihiko Fujisaki smiled brightly at him. "Please, call me Nagi." He winked at the man who had fallen and put a finger to his lips. "And don't let the boss hear you call anyone -sama, okay? You know how he gets about that."

Nagi handed the man his papers. The man, still awestruck, stuttered, "Th-thank you, Nagi-san."

Nagi laughed and got to his feet again. Someone walked up behind him and clapped his shoulder. "Helping out the newbies, Fujisaki?"

Nagi smiled. "Of course I am, Kukai. Since some of us aren't so nice to do so."

Kukai Souma put a hand to his chest. "I'm hurt, Nagi. Just the other day I helped one of them stand up when he fell."

Nagi stared at Kukai. "You hit him with a soccer ball so hard that he was forced back to his feet."

"You call it hitting, I call it friendly pushing. And by accident, mind you. I meant to friendly push the guy behind him."

Nagi rolled his eyes. "And who was the guy behind him?"

"I was behind him."

Kukai rubbed the back of his head, laughing. "Aw, come on, Kairi, it was all in good fun."

The computer technician Kairi Sanjou stared coldly at the over-excited field agent. "I could've gotten you fired."

"You wouldn't actually do that to me, would you Kairi?" When the green-haired man didn't answer, Kukai visibly deflated.

"Calm down, now," Nagi said, smiling. "We're all friends here."

Kairi pushed his glasses up his nose. "You are my coworkers first and my friends second. Now just because you're field agents doesn't mean that you can't get work done in the office like us sedentary people. Go and do something."

"Like what?" Kukai asked.

Kairi sighed. "Go organize information and evidence like everyone else in this room is doing."

"What?! But that's the new guys' work!"

"Your point?"

"Kairi, that's not fair!"

"Would you two shut up? I've got a headache as it is, and you two are just making worse."

"Tsukiyomi!" Kukai exclaimed, running to meet his boss and the leader of the police organization.

"I told you, Kukai," Ikuto Tsukiyomi growled, "Call me Tsukiyomi-sama during work hours."

Nagi sweat-dropped. He was happy that Ikuto hadn't come about two minutes earlier when one of the new guys had called him "Fujisaki-sama."

"Tsukiyomi-sama," Kairi said as way of greeting. "If you'll excuse me, I have to get back to work. Like these two should be doing."

Kukai laughed, embarrassed. "Aw, now that's harsh. Telling that to the boss. I'm sure he's got enough work as it is without you pointing out flaws to him. You're like a secretary."

"Yes, I do have enough work," Ikuto said. "Something that you two can help me with. And I overheard Kairi telling you to organize evidence. Don't do that."

Kukai's face lit up. "All right! I knew you would pull through for us-"

"Instead of that, Kukai, you can go get me a cup-no, a pot of strong black coffee and also some medicine for this awful headache."

Kukai's excitement drained away in record time. "But that's worse than a newbie's job!"

Ikuto glanced at Kukai. "While you're at it, get me something to eat. How about a pumpkin spice scone?"

Kukai leaned over desperately as if to beg. "But the only place that sells those at this time of year is all the way across the city!"

"If you don't stop complaining, I might develop a sudden urge for some candles. Candles like, oh, the ones from the next city over."

Kukai leaned over in defeat. "Yes, Tsukiyomi-sama." He slumped toward the door through all the chaos. Right when he was about to walk out, he called, "Ikuto!"

"Kukai-" he growled, but the sporty agent was already gone.

"So, is this also field agent work?" Ikuto looked at Nagi. He was laughing awkwardly. "Well, Tsukiyomi-sama, what can I do?"

Ikuto shook his head. "You can just stay out of the way. Kukai was just grating on my nerves."

A smile slowly broke out onto Nagi's face. "Then you mean...?"

"I tried for the scone this morning and they were out of ingredients. Won't have any more until tomorrow morning. And Kukai doesn't know how to make a pot of coffee. I asked him a while back and he nearly lost a hand trying."

Nagi attempted to smother his laughter but couldn't. Knowing Kukai, he would probably run around the city for the rest of the day, trying to do as Ikuto asked. After all, if he came back empty handed, he was afraid that Ikuto would tell him to do something else. Ikuto walked away. "Oh, Nagi, can you actually get me some medicine? I was serious about my headache. This case has been taking a real toll on me."

Nagi smiled sympathetically. This case was a hard one. It was taking a toll on everyone. It was a big media story. Everyone knew about the Beautiful Killer. The media had dubbed him that. Every body found had a new design; the very first body, one Kiyoko Kato, was designed as a butterfly. She'd been bled almost dry and the blood had been used to paint butterfly wings on the ground behind her. The most recent one, Rikuto Mori, had been posed as The Scream. The mouth couldn't physically open as wide as the painting suggested, so his jaw had been broken to accommodate for that.

The worst part was that not only was the killer desecrating the bodies. He was avoiding capture by giving them all of this information. They had a knife impression that could lead them to him-if the knife existed. There was no previous data of any knife like his existing. It was completely and totally unique. There were so many different forms that his "art"-Nagi shuddered at the term-took that it was impossible to know why he'd picked those in particular. There was so much information-but nothing condemning. Nothing that would send the Beautiful Killer to jail.

The door flew open and a police officer ran inside with wide eyes and a pale face. "We've got another kill!"

When Nagi looked at Ikuto, he could see that his boss would need more than a few painkillers.

Okay! Finished! Um... That's all I have to say. Um... Yeah. Sorry if it's a little bit weird about the killings, it's just that I read a book and the killer did something similar to that and I was like "Omg I really wanna write something like that" and here it is... Well, hope that you guys liked it and especially you, Nini Hearts. Was it what you hoped it would be? I'm really sorry if it isn't! DX But review, fave, follow... That's all for now!