Ok, this is my very first attempt at TCR fanfiction, as well as mystery. I haven't seen any other mysteries before, so I think this is fairly unique. At least I tried.

I have no idea how this will turn out, but it will be a long story, though I usually update quickly ;)

This is dedicated to my favourite character FAY, but it is told from Syaoran's and Kurogane's POV.

I own none of them obviously.

this is AU!

"Alright. Welcome to Tokyo District Police Headquarters. I take it you're the transferee from East Branch?" the lady at the counter asked me. She looked a little surprised at my size, but said nothing. Instead, she directed me to the waiting room.

On my way I noticed how huge the foyer actually was. All my old colleagues, especially Fujitaka, were envious of my transfer. No kidding, the building was one gigantic skyscraper, where the floors were marble and soft music played everywhere. There were so many important people walking up and about busy on a job, it made me feel proud that I could soon be part of them.

Just when I was examining a greek column decorating one of the halls, someone tapped me on the shoulder. Upon turning around I stared into the brown and green eyes of a man about my age. He had dark black hair and round glasses. It seemed like he was the type that could never relax, since his face seemed to be frozen into a grim expression as he apparently verified my existence.

"Are you Syaoran-kun? Come with me." He finally stated. Before I knew what happened he had grabbed my shoulder and then practically walked me into one of the less populated elevators at the back of the building. A few times he had to swipe his ID card hanging around his neck. I was amazed at the tight security and feeling of importance this office gave off, until my thoughts were interrupted by a polite cough.

"I'm Kimihiro Watanuki, by the way. You know, not all of us look so grim like I just did. It's just WHY DIDN'T YOU COME SOONER? " he exploded on me.

"S-sorry."

That man definitely had temper problems, because soon after he seemed very calm and smiled all the time.

"Our office is on the thirteenth floor, and only this elevator can take you to the correct part of that floor, so don't get confused and use the wrong elevator in the morning. It happened to all of us, but that makes you late for work and if you're late for wo-"

Watanuki-kun's speech had just turned into a low whisper, before the door of the elevator opened with a ring and a voice boomed "WATANUKI!"

My companion's heart froze over. His expression went blank, until another, taller man walking in front of the elevator with a few envelopes in his hand and short brown hair noted: "Watanuki, if you stand there any longer, you'll become a lost soul-"

"I KNOW THAT!" The man in glasses next to me yelled at the person advising him. I was about to comment that he was probably just trying to help, but Watanuki-kun quickly grabbed my wrist and under angry mumbles of "damn that Doumeki!" pulled me towards a large black door. I noticed that even though the office interior was a lot larger than my old one, it wasn't actually that much prettier. In fact, the walls looked a lot more run-down than I had imagined and a lot older than my previous one, too. It had probably to do with this being crime capital of the country, but they also got the largest budget. The tapestry had used to be white, but now showed several stains of yellow, except for the newly painted black door we were headed to. All of the windows were obscured with violet curtains. I noticed that all of the people passing the immediate vicinity of the room hurried their steps as if trying to avoid it.

A nervous feeling started to spread in my stomach area and my companion's as well as we entered mentioned vicinity.

However, when Watanuki-kun opened the door slowly, I stared into the honest green eyes of the cutest brown-haired girl I have ever seen! She had a small build, and her medium length hair gently brushed across her slender shoulders, when she looked up, asking for our names.

I couldn't answer. I couldn't answer at all! I could only stare like a lost idiot. Some part of my brain was still functioning though, because I heard someone next to me asking whether a "Yuuko-san" was in. And then a voice like a gentle angle replied in the positive!

If I hadn't felt so heavenly at that moment, I wouldn't have felt so bad after entering the adjoining room that also opened through a black door. It didn't look like Watanuki-kun was comfortable at all, even though an angel had greeted us. He probably knew what was to come.

Behind a large mahagony desk sat one of those beautiful women you usually saw on TV or in magazines. She had very long black hair and pale skin that was wrapped in a long black dress, revealing, but just on the limits of propriety. I was in awe. The females in this establishment must be all rather breathtaking. Nevertheless, when she stared at me, I felt like her gaze could pierce right through my heart. It made my insides freeze over. Who was that woman?

When she directed her voice to Watanuki-kun, the poor guy flinched. She had a deep and demanding tone, but her words were sweet. So sweet, you knew there was something wrong. And you knew that she knew that you knew. And she knew all about you with just one look. You could instantly feel that she was dangerous.

"Watanuki. What time were you supposed to be here today?"

"8am sharp, ma'am." He replied in a robotic, but complying tone. "I had to-"

"Watanuki. What am I supposed to do with you?"

"I-It won't happen again, I promise."

"Watanuki. Lunch and sake at 2pm, sharp. This is the last time I'll see you in here. Is that clear?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

The frightened colleague turned to me with an apologetic smile; his eyes giving a short dart towards his boss, when he darted out of the room as if he was on fire.

I could almost hear him ripping his hair out on the outside. I didn't believe that he could remain quiet after that.

Finally, she turned her attention to me. She stretched out a pale hand, which I eagerly took. My eyes flickering for a second to the door. That was a mistake.

"Chief of police: Yuuko. You are Syaoran, I see. Well, you have taken a liking to my cute secretary Sakura-chan…Isn't she an angel?"

I was mostly confused. How did she know? How could she have seen that? My brain was not willing, but my body gave a slight nod. It would probably have nodded to whatever she had suggested.

"And you know what angels guard? The door to God. Listen to me, as long as I'm here, I am like God, understood?"

To my surprise, Watanuki-kun was jumpily awaiting me outside. Only now, I noticed the constant ringing of phones and shuffling of papers. It sounded like one giant orchestra after the first moments of anxiety passed.

"Are you alright? What did she say?" His eyes were shifting back and forth between the black door and I.

"She introduced herself to me and asked me to assist a certain Kurogane Suwa for a while to get used to everything. Watanuki-kun? Do you know who that is?"

Here is where the whole story started. I had formed the impression of my friend that he was a person of nervous nature, but in fact rather caring. At times, he seemed to be easily disturbed, but quite well informed on the other hand.

He instantly pointed at the back of the office. "Kurogane-san? Are you sure? Did you do anything to make Yuuko-san angry? Inspector Kurogane is of course one of the best, but he's also one of the scariest. He takes his job very serious, finishes every one of them, especially the violent cases. Many people see him as model officer, but his character is hard to deal with."

I was surprised again at how much he did know about my mentor. Nevertheless, I refuse to believe that such an angry person could exist. That was until I walked over to introduce myself.

Intro, obviously. I find writing the beginnings and endings rather easy. It is the middle that give mes such headaches.

Please drop by a few words, I'm BURNING to know what people think.

Can anyone guess what'll happen next chapter ? ;)