Schwarzweiß: Ich Morden (Black and White: I Massacre)

Author's Note:

This is purely fictional, rated T for language and description. This fic may be moved to a better section later on, maybe M. Oh, and I don't own Digimon Frontier but I wish I did.

Also, Flamers.... please die

Summary:

A series of bizarre events surrounds the Kou twins. How will they cope with these "obstacles"?

Pairing:

Kouichi x Kouji/ Kou1x2

Benvenuto a questa notturna desta di follia

Welcome to the evening banquet of madness

Comincaiamo il gioco delle grandi occasioni

Let us begin the entertainment I have prepared for ye

Non ti farò annoiare

Worry not, there shan't be no monotony

Su, fa avanzare le pedine

So, press on thy pawn

Abbatterò le tue idee infantili

Allow me to see thy childish expectation

-Kiniro no Chousou ~Uruwashi no Bansan~ by Akiko Shikata


Chapter 1:

Alea iacta est

"The die has thou been cast"

-Caesar

This wasn't the first time he felt so down the gutter.

Probably the last time he felt like this was during his mother's death. He could feel the slimy and icky juices of the cherry pop in his hand ooze down his skin in a slow but disgusting manner. However, his mood didn't seem to wish him or rather make him lick the sticky substance off of his hand. The Sunday afternoon found the twins sitting at a wooden bench inside their campus. The day has been a bit hectic since preliminaries were on their way and they had just finished submitting their term papers and Kouji offered to buy them both cherry popsicles as a reward for their efforts.

"Kouichi?" the voice of his identical twin brother snapped the quiet boy out of his reverie. Kouichi Kimura, age 18, looks like your normal, average college student. He works in shifts in a bakery just across his apartment, in which he rents and lives in with his brother Kouji Minamoto. He's also a straight a student, as well a well-liked by the professors and students in his department alike. Probably there's possible no excuse for him to be depressed. Except for the fact that his mother died from a weakened body, due to the strain she took up, a week before his high school graduation, in which he finished with top honours.

"Something is bothering you. You haven't touched the cherry pop I gave you and that is really somewhat an issue itself." Kouji stated, throwing in his red stained Popsicle stick to the trash bin right across from the wooden bench they were currently sitting in, using just one swift motion.

The twins had been hanging out much ever since their adventure from the Digimon World and it was starting to be a habit between them. The two even grew closer to each other as they finally got into the same high school and now college. The younger boy looked at his mirror image, worry clearly visible across his handsome features.

Recalling well back to their younger days, he noted that Kouichi wore the same depressed look that really bothered him when he found out that he was just merely a wandering spirit ripped from his body in the Digital World. Kouji, personally, felt pissed when it he found out everybody actually knew before him.

Taking his brother's free hand within his, he squeezed it in an affectionate yet brotherly manner and added, "You can tell me. I'm your brother. C'mon." Kouichi looked at his younger twin and broke into a small smile.

It was the kind of smile that was specifically reserved for Kouji.

"Kouji... I'm ok. It's just.... you are better off not knowing."

"News flash! A decapitated head had just been found at Shibuya Park this evening. According to the police...." the television blared loudly over dinner that evening. Kouichi groaned at the not-so-new flash report. Apparently, news about people being murdered are getting old, a proof that the world isn't getting any improvement no matter how much one would like to pray for peace. Glancing over at Kouji, his face fell as he saw his twin's shocked expression in his face.

"Toutou? Something wrong?" Kouichi asked from across the table, fearing the worst towards his twin brother.

Silence was an unusual attitude for Kouji when it comes to Kouichi. True that Kouji hardly talks to anybody except for him or to Takuya and the rest of the gang. Ever since their fateful meeting in the Digital World about six years ago, there wasn't a single day that Kouji never talked to Kouichi since it was usually the latter who doesn't talk that much. Kouji looked over at his brother and with a shaking hand pointed to the television screen which was showing a girl's face, who was about their age group.

"It's... Mihoka. My ex-grilfriend." He said in a rather shaken manner. Kouichi's eyes widened in surprise as he also looked at the TV screen to confirm what his brother had just said. Sure enough, the pretty blue eyes, brunette that Kouji had dated for the last two years of his high school life appeared at the screen but not because she had won an award but for the fact that she was the mutilated victim.

A few hours or so later found the two boys at their area's police station. Koichi fidgeted in his seat at the waiting area of the station as he kept glancing nervously at the interrogation room nearby at every minute that passed. His brother was brought in for questioning in regards to his affiliation and possible suspect position for the murder of Mihoka Takahata and it seemed like forever despite the fact that they been there for only a few hours. The older twin sighed and looked over at the clock that hung over the front desk as he noted the time.

"Umm sir?" he asked quietly to the officer assigned at the front desk. The officer stopped writing at whatever he was writing about and looked at the dark-haired boy seated at one of the plastic chairs provided. "Yes? Something I could help you with?"

"Ano... may I know on what happened to Mihoka Takahata-san?"

"Do you know her?"

"I only know her as my brother's former girlfriend."

"Ah... I see."

The officer browsed at the folder protected files beside him and pulled out a thin brown envelope. Taking out a few papers and photographs, but careful enough not to show any to the boy, he browsed among them for a few minutes and then looked back at the waiting boy.

"I don't think I should disclose any one these information to you."

"But sir, I just want to know what happened-"

The door of the interrogation room opened and the younger twin stepped out of the said room, looking a bit shaken but was clearly trying his hardest to remain in his usual composed manner. Bowing to the interrogation officer in acceptance to his apologies and mumbling things like, "It's ok. I'm glad to help." Or "Please find her killer."

The younger boy walked towards his onnisan and nodded to him as if to say, "I want to go home oniisan. NOW." Kouichi nodded back in consideration and understanding.

The two boys bowed at the door of the station before leaving for their apartment with the older twin glancing at his brother in a very worried manner. "Kouji I-"he began but the younger twin grabbed the hem of his shirt, a small sig of insecurity or probably nervousness. A trait he rarely shows.

"It was really her head they found in Shibuya Park..." the younger twin began, tears clearly threatening to fall. The older twin took his brother by the hand gently and quickly dragged him back their apartment.

Phira: Good Lord, that looked short.