Hey guys :D This is something I've been working on for a while and just haven't uploaded because I'm a bit rubbish haha Tris PhantomEvans finally convinced me to upload it before it was finished about two months ago and I was going to but then I got busy. Anyway...

This is a story between Kid and Crona. In this story Crona is a guy (I just can't see him as a girl) but if you're on the 'Crona is female' side of the fence just switch the 'he's' to 'she's' and stuff. I'm really happy with how this turned out and I hope you guys enjoy it too. Ps for smut turn to Chapter 10 :3

Dead of night rain pounded the streets of Death City, named thus because of the vast number of murders, muggings and other fatal misdemeanours, and the familiar sound of sirens filled the streets. Five police cars sped down empty roads, lights flashing and sirens blearing, before screeching to a halt outside a block of flats in one of the slightly better areas of town. The flats were as non-descript as any of the others aside from the flock of policemen, doctors and forensic anthropologists filtering inside.

The driver's side door of one of the cars opened and Detective Inspector Shina Igami De'Ath (known as Kid to his friends) stepped out. He rubbed his tired eyes and sighed as the rain began to attack him; it was way too early for this shit. He had been in the middle of a very deep sleep when he had gotten the phone call saying that he needed to be down town immediately. It wasn't that he was annoyed to be called out of bed in the middle of the night to do his job but he hadn't had a good night's sleep in weeks and there was a part of him that wished it could have waited till the morning.

He slammed the car door closed and heaved himself up the stairs to the flat's entrance. By the time he reached the door he was already soaked through to the skin. He wiped his sopping fringe out of his eyes and went inside. Almost as soon as he crossed the threshold an arm shot out, stopping him in his tracks.

"I'm sorry Sir but I'm afraid there has been an incident here. I'm going to have to ask you to leave." a terrified looking young policeman said. Kid said nothing but raised an eyebrow and slipped a hand into the inside pocket of his jacket. He pulled out his badge and flashed it at the young policeman, who almost dropped the notebook he had been writing in in surprise. "I'm so sorry Detective Inspector, I didn't recognise you."

"It's quite alright," Kid replied coolly, putting his badge away. "now if you can point me in the direction of Dr Nakatsukasa please."

"Second floor, third door on the right Sir." the policeman replied.

"Thank you." Kid nodded and made his way up the stairs.

As he continued through the house the number of officers grew until he reached the third door on the right of the second floor. The door of the tiny flat was wide open and Kid noted five or six officers in the living room taking photographs, samples and notes. In the centre of the room a tall woman, dark hair scraped back in a ponytail, was signing something before handing a clipboard to another officer.

"Do one last DNA scrape then bag him up." she said. "The DI should be here soon and he'll want to see the victim before we move anything." Kid allowed his lips to quirk up into a smile.

"Thank you very much Tsubaki, I appreciate it." he said finally making his presence known. The doctor turned at the sound of his voice and smiled warmly.

"Good morning Kid." she greeted.

"So what have we got here then?" Kid asked. He was too tired, wet and irritable to make small talk but Tsubaki had known him long enough to realise that.

"Twenty-six year old Caucasian male; six foot four, approximately ten and a half stone," Tsubaki reeled off leading Kid into the flat's only bedroom. "found dead in his bedroom by a female friend, his throat slit and chest sliced open."

"Booty call?" Kid asked.

"Probably." Tsubaki replied.

"Third part involvement?"

"Most definitely." Tsubaki stated.

"How so?" Kid asked taking a glance around the room before looking at the body.

"If you take a look at the chest cavity," Tsubaki stated kneeling down beside the body. "not only is the chest open but the sternum has been shattered as well and, looking at the girl who found him, she wouldn't have anywhere near the amount of strength needed to be able to do that." Kid's jaw clenched and his lips quirked sceptically.

"Until proven otherwise, she's still a suspect." he stated. "Even if she didn't enact the murder she could still have organised its orchestration."

"You're the boss," Tsubaki replied getting to her feet. "I just examine the bodies."

"But you tell me everything I need to know." Kid chuckled. Tsubaki smiled and let out a soft exhale of laughter. "Is there anything else I need to know for now?"

"Well," Tsubaki drew the word out as she thought. "it may be something and it may be nothing but it's definitely worth noting."

"What is it?" Kid asked his interest piqued. Tsubaki kneeled down next to the body again and moved the victim's right arm so that the forearm was facing upwards. Kid squatted down next to her and saw a thick black arrow with what appeared to be a snake twined around it drawn in some kind of strange black ink. "What the hell?"

"I can't say for definite until I've been able to analyse a sample but it looks like blood, except it's black and has the consistency or tar, but it's certainly something."

"A calling card?"

"I would say so."

"Tsubaki are you saying that we may have the beginnings of a serial murderer on our hands?" Kid asked as they both got to their feel. Tsubaki shrugged.

"Like I said: you're the boss, I just examine the bodies." Before Kid could reply one of the other officers poked his head around the door.

"Dr Nakatsukasa, you're needed in the bathroom." he stated before leaving.

"I'll talk to you more later Kid." Tsubaki said before following the officer out of the room.

Once she had disappeared Kid sighed and gave his eyes a rub with his thumb and middle finger, pinching the bridge of his nose. If Tsubaki was right and this was a serial killer's calling card then this was not going to be the simple run-of-the-mill murder case he had hoped for when he arrived.