A/N: This is an AU fic! Yeah! The song at the beginning is "Living is Simple" by Switchfoot. The setting is at a college in a different Tokyo that teaches magic and combat! There should be a cameo by the real Tsubasa gang eventually. This is one of my longer running stories, twenty-one chapters, prologue and epilogue included. The chapter titles make up a poem. This is actually my first M rated story, and I'm really excited. Yes, there will be sex, near chapter four and five, but mostly it's rated for the violence that occurs due to Fai's not so steady mental condition... Since this is a longer running story, updates may be slow... I apologize, really, it makes me sad too... Please enjoy and review.
Prologue: Living is Dying
'Living is simple,
Living is simple…
Living is simple,
Its gravity,
Gravity isn't so hard.'
The coroner shook her head, her long curly hair bouncing in its ponytail. It was saddening; these two young men, and dead for no particular reason. But this was work, and she had to do it.
"Well?" The detective drawled, crossing her arms over her rather large bust.
"Just as you said. Murder/Suicide," the curly-haired girl said softly.
"COD?"
A white sheet was pulled off of one body, revealing a handsome, tan man. "This one here," the coroner said softly, "Was pushed off the balcony at the scene, then shot in the back to confirm death. The other vic was the perpetrator: there were traces of his skin under this one's fingernails. "
"And the other?" The policewoman asked after a long silence. "Go on, Himawari-chan."
Himawari pulled the sheet off of the other body. It was a beautiful young man with golden hair, half of it matted down with a sticky red substance; his pale skin was splattered with dark red blood, and his neck was covered in half-formed ligature marks.
"This one," she said, running a slim finger down and across the bruises, "Tried to strangle himself. It didn't work, only partially crushing his trachea. Half-dead, he reached for the gun he shot the other with, and shot himself in the head. Point-blank."
Himawari paused for a moment, regarding the write up. "There were hallucinogens in his bloodstream, and alcohol as well. There were marks of struggle previous to the time of murder. I don't think he wanted to perpetrate this crime, Ichihara-san."
The detective, Yuuko Ichihara, nodded; it looked like tears were forming in her maroon eyes. "I know that, Himawari-chan…"
"What? This case just came in this morning!"
Yuuko decidedly ignored the girl, silently walking over to the gurneys that held the two corpses.
She laid a gentle hand on each of their cheeks, laying a small charm of a butterfly around both necks. "Rest in peace, and travel well, Fai… Kurogane…"