Fix'd. This chapter has been revised and mainly re-written from the original "The Bishie Killer", which has been deleted. Originally published October 2008.

I don't own Kagome from Inuyasha. I don't own Matt from Death Note.

Higurashi the Cop

I approached the fancy, elaborate building. It was gigantic. It was tall. It was magnificent. The exterior was shining white, the walls crafted from perfectly square marble bricks. I entered through the glistening clear glass doors, bordered by a gilded flowery design. I was now in the lobby. Bright, sunny lights concealed the cherry-tree polished wood floors, the old-fashioned parlor chairs, the exquisite paintings of attractive males. A lone ship in the vast sea of polished floors and furniture and ornaments floated in the center. It was a deeply polished, shining black desk. The desk was as effective as a fine mirror at reflecting faces. I walked to it, preparing to speak with the receptionist.

"Welcome to Yumi's House of Bishie. How may I help you?", the red-headed receptionist asked me. Sitting at the fine desk on a hanging, swinging maraschino-cherry red beanbag, she wore a minimal amount of make-up, the majority of it being her striking black lipstick, which matched the desk well.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Kagome Higurashi, from the Police department. The police chief sent me to speak with Ms. Yumi Watanabe. It's urgent.", I stammered. I was out of my humbly-decorated element.

Seeming anxious, she inquired: "Does this urgent matter concern the safety of the bishounen?".

"Yes.", I soundly replied. She rapidly bit her lip, causing a few teeth to get black from the lipstick, and typed a few things into her keyboard. I felt the need to tell her about her blackened teeth, but couldn't bring myself to say anything.

"What is the code?" She asked me, sounding seriously worried. Her eyes had widened. I started to feel bad for her.

"Code... red." Her eyes shot WAY open, impossibly open. I started to fear for the safety of her eyeballs. She quickly typed at the speed of light; and then stood, giving me an excellent view of the uniform of Yumi's House of Bishie: a white dress, short, very nurse-like. Complete with ridiculously high red heels.

"Miss Higurashi. I am Amy, and I will to take you directly to Miss Yumi.", she said. Stepping away from her monstrous desk after pressing something that caused the light to dim almost to the point of darkness, and the door to lock automatically with a click, she implored me to follow her. She began walking toward a hallway in the back, after unlocking a giant red door with a dainty key. Her walking turned into exasperated, awkward running as soon as I stepped foot in the hallway.

The hallway was long and narrow; at the end of which was a wrought-iron staircase and two massive shiny black doors that flanked it. Amy headed up the stairs, and I followed. On the second floor was an elevator and more fancy decorative things, this time in neutral colors. I didn't have time to look closely at the doors near the elevator, because as soon as the door opened, Amy pulled me in and hit the "penthouse" button. As the elevator rose, I collected my thoughts and prepared to give them the tragic news. The elevator opened directly into what appeared to be Ms. Watanabe's grand office suite. The office was smaller than the available space on the floor. The office walls were seamlessly tiled in black marble, and gilded oak behemoth of a desk dominated the area. All of the décor was gold and black and cream. The walls were lined with paintings of several bishounen her company managed. The floors were a heavy-duty office carpet in a light cream color. The wall at the very back of her spacious office had a huge oak door in the very center.

The woman I'd come to see was perched on an ornate throne-chair before her massive desk. She spoke into a cream-and-gold old-fashioned telephone. "My dear sweet Deidara, why won't you come for the photo shoot? You do have a contract with us, you know. It is our mission to sell the fangirls acceptable pictures of you." The woman paused, apparently listening to this 'Deidara'. She was clothed in what looked like an expensive gold designer gown. A black, glamorous feather boa was draped on her shoulders and neck. Her Marcel-waved bob had the smallest hint of gray at the temples, and her lips were redder than blood oranges. "Deidara, I know you are busy, I know you are on tour with some other Akatsuki bishies, but you have a contract with me, and the contract dictates that you need to do at least 3 photo shoots for me during each tour you take that wasn't arranged by my company. I do not care if the company who's paying for your tour told you not to come to the photo shoots. You have a contract... If you continue to insist breaking it, I will have to take 34 billion dollars from your account.". Suddenly, she stood: "Deidara! I do not give a damn if Los Buenos pays you more. They are a direct competitor of mine. You have a contract with me. Los Buenos mostly carries low-rate bishies, and regular men at that. They're a god-damned glorified host club! My company is superior! We carry the best!", she paused again, to hear what Deidara was saying. "Very well, Deidara! You leave me no choice! You owe me 34 billion! See you in court, you LOW RATE attractive male!", she violently slammed the old-fashioned corded phone down, causing my ears to ring.

She turned her attention to us. "WHAT are YOU doing here, AMY? You are not allowed in this office without my permission!", Ms. Watanabe screeched, as she quickly seated herself on her fancy chair.

"I-It's an emergency, Ms. Watanabe.", at that the woman's face went from anger to anxiety. Amy went on: "It's a-a c-code... red... This is Miss Higurashi from the police.". Ms. Watanabe nodded. She gestured that Amy leave. Amy quickly walked to the elevator, waited for it to open, and boarded, and left. The important woman turned to me.

"Miss, I take it that the following information is confidential?", I nodded. She reached into a drawer on her gigantic desk, pulled out a cell phone and typed something in. An steel door feel over the elevator doors. No one would be able to leave or enter. I began to feel uneasy. She extended her arm toward toward a black coffee table and two creamy loveseats near the giant oak door, and stood. I followed her there, taking a seat opposite her. She sighed, almost ran a hand through her hair, thought better of it, and massaged her forehead instead. I tensed up. She spoke: "What is the issue?".

"Well, you see... this is about the death, er, passing away of a bishounen.", I mumbled quietly. Ms. Watanabe turned gray.

"If the death had been accidental or just happened, I would have been notified by now, and several memorial services would've been announced by my company for the fangirls to honor the memory of the deceased. That's not the case.", she sighed. "Did one of my bishies commit suicide?", she asked sadly.

I hung my head a bit, "No. We have extremely good reason to suspect that he was murdered.". Ms. Watanabe trembled.

"Who... who was killed?", her voice was saturated with sadness as she asked this, although her face remained stoic.

"Matt... we found his body and a detailed note from the murderer.", I said softly.

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