My first time on Fanfiction but not my first story written =) I hope everyone enjoys my story so without further ado, let's get started!
Genres
Mystery/Suspense/Romance
"It's the same as the last five murders." The man sighed heavily and sat down on the small wooden chair that was next to his partner. The other man grabbed the manila folder that his partner violently threw on the table. A typical murder in Midgar, but the victim was another scumbag. A man that preys on small children and dead bodies for his personal, sexual enjoyment was a scumbag. For weeks, random people have been murdered in Midgar all with a disturbing background. People don't know if they should mourn or rejoice.
"Should we just let this Gaia wannabe continue this massacre?"
The spikey-haired blonde looked up at his partner. "Someone misses these people, no matter what they may have done in the past."
"Whatever you say, Mr. Do-the-Right-Thing." The darker man said as he rolled his eyes. "If some sicko is killing worse sickos so we can all see another day then why should we do anything about it?"
The blonde swiftly stood up and the chair flew backwards as his beautiful cerulean eyes pierced through his partner. "Barret, we joined the force to stop murderers, not let them get away!"
"Whoa whoa whoa! Don't get loud with me! It was just a thought!"
"What the hell is going on over here!?"
The two angry men turned towards the raven-haired man that just entered the room. "Nothing Captain Angeal" The blonde responded through gritted teeth. He turned to Barret, who was staring intently at him. "Barret and I were just discussing the case."
"Well get out here and examine this body." Angeal replied in a nasty tone. "I wanna be home in enough time for dinner."
Once Angeal was out of earshot, "We'll continue this conversation another time, Barret."
"Whatever, Cloud. Let's just do what we gotta do so we can go home."
The wind rippled through the man's long, silver hair as he approached the back door leading to the apartment complex. He opened the back door with ease and preceded towards the fifth floor and down the hall to the last door on the right. The man knocked on the door three precise times and waited for a couple of moments before a pair of crimson eyes greeted him. The red-eyed man stepped aside, allowing the green-eyed man to enter his humble, yet simple, abode.
The red-eyed man closed the door and went into the kitchen. The silver-haired man sat comfortably on the couch and sat a metal briefcase on the coffee table in front of him. The raven-haired man came back with two glasses filled with red liquid.
"It's the usual" The raven-haired man said as he handed his guest the glass.
"Not surprised." The other man replied. "You're always so simple, Valentine, which is why I respect you a lot."
The two men hit their glasses together and the raved-haired man sat on the other couch that was across from where his guest was sitting.
"From what I've seen on the news, you left no traces." The silver-haired man said after he took a couple of sips of wine. "As usual, great work, Vincent."
"That particular victim cried until the end. That was a first." Vincent replied.
The silver-haired man snorted. "I kind of wish I was there to see that. Anyways, back to the original reason as to why I'm here, your pay is inside the briefcase." The silver-haired man pointed out the briefcase on the coffee table. "Take a break for a couple of days. I'll have another one for you next Monday. I still have to investigate before I assign you the scum."
"You know how to reach me whenever you find everything."
The man nodded and continued to drink his wine. When he was finished, he sat his empty glass on the coffee table and went to the door. The raven-haired man was right behind him.
"Be prepared to travel." The silver-haired man said. "This one can't stay in one place for a long period of time."
The raven-haired man replied with a nod. "Sephiroth"
"Vincent." Sephiroth returned the nod and left.
"Tifa Lockhart! Get your behind in the kitchen and grab your lunch so we can go! You're gonna make us late!"
"I'm coming, Papa!"
The young woman ran down the stairs, shoving a piece of toast in her mouth and putting on her shoe at the same time. She grabbed her lunch from the counter in the kitchen and went into the living room and grabbed her purse. Her father came running down the stairs and into the living room.
"Do you have everything you need?"
The woman nodded and shoved the rest of her toast in her mouth. "Don't oversleep again, okay?"
"Sorry Papa. You know I'm studying really hard to get my Master's."
"Yeah, I know. C'mon, let's get going before we're both late for work."
The young woman smiled at her father and both of them left their home. Once they were inside Tifa's car, her father was fumbling through the radio stations to tune into his usual station he listens to every morning.
"Detectives in Midgar found another victim that is linked to the other murders in Midgar. The people of Midgar are at a stalemate. Should they rejoice or be afraid? Whoever this serial killer is, he or she has ridden Midgar of its notorious criminals."
"I would be scared to live in Midgar." Tifa sorrowfully said as she continued to listen to the radio host.
"I wonder what the police are doing about this." Papa interjected. "It makes you wonder who are in charge of hiring people at the police department. It doesn't matter WHY the murders are happening, but rather than WHO is committing them and busting them so people can be at ease at all times."
"I hope nothing like that happens here."
"Nibelheim is a quiet town so I doubt."
"I don't know about that, Papa. A quiet town is usually where serial killers are born."
"Thank you for creeping me out before my shift."
Tifa giggled. "Sorry."
Tifa arrived at her father's job shortly after the radio host took a break. She kissed her Papa good-bye on the cheek before he grabbed his lunch and headed inside the factory. Tifa gave her usual wave to her father and drove towards the youth center where she currently worked.