The Second Heir
By: Krizzie
Disclaimer: I don't own DSQ, it's characters or plot, but anything not involved in the anime/manga that appears here is mine.
Warning: Nothing yet; Maybe crappy writing but other than that… nothing. Maybe in the next chapters.
A/N: I dug out an old draft and revised it. XD Ryuu, Kyuu and Megu are 18 years old and the rest follows. I'm not following canon strictly, okay?
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Chapter One: Visiting the Past
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Ryu sits around, alone, in the house. It is eerie, quiet and it always has been, even when they were in the house. He raises his head and observes. The walls are bare of pictures, the furniture layered with dust, the fireplace black with overuse. Yurie hated the cold.
But now Yurie is dead. So is Anubis. The last time he had seen them, they were burning in the cruise and the blonde man's stare is burning a hole to his soul.
The prodigy closes his eyes, and carefully looks around again. He is not naïve enough to thing that their deaths would stop his grandfather from chasing him, but he cannot stop that little bubble of hope. He stands and walks around. He is not a detective for nothing. While he is sure that this place would never be even suspected as a crime scene, he treats it as one. His hands are covered with plastic gloves as he inspects every object, to see if he can recognize anything out of place.
The chairs had been rearranged, pillow cases not as he remembered. The vase Yurie had bought was standing in the corner, but he is unsure whether those are the same, plastic flowers.
It is of no use. He doesn't have a photographic memory and he had been gone too long. What he may be able to find may even be inconsequential but still, Ryu moves on.
They may be good, but surely, they have left a clue or two. No deception is infallible.
The kitchen is clean. Glasses stacked away in cupboards. Fridge empty. Canned food. Expired. There is nothing to find there.
His hand brushes over the railing as he climbs the steps to the second floor. The wood is smooth with varnish, but that is nothing of note.
He passes by one room, and then another. The beds are made, closets empty except for some new shirts that have been obviously unused and some clean shoes. The windows are locked shut. They never truly lived here.
The mark of a careful assassin.
The last room is smaller than the others and this, Ryu is surprised, is obviously inhabited. It could be a plant, a lie, to mislead the police on the off-chance that they arouse suspicion, but Ryu checks just in case.
The walls are a faded yellow, the curtains white. Sunlight filtered in through the open window and illuminated particles that danced in midair. The bed is a mess, white comforter almost falling off the mattress. Two pillows, perpendicular to each other, as if the person hugs one in his (or her) sleep. The desk is full of books. Mystery novels, conspiracy theories, DIY manuals, a coloring book, tubes of watercolor and some kids' magazine.
Ryu walks in further. The bathroom door is open. He steps inside. It is neat. One toothbrush. A flowery scented soap. Three bottles of shampoo. Two are empty. The tiles are dry. But that can't confirm anything. He looks up. One small window. Underneath, a pair of panties hanging to dry. A girl.
Ryu checks the closet. There are corduroys, cargo pants, collared shirts, blouses, a denim skirt, a schoolgirl's uniform, one yellow sundress and messy overalls. The pile of clothes under the hangers are messy and obviously just thrown in without a care for organizing. The drawers contained underwear. Definite female. B-cup, Ryu checks one. Not Yurie's then.
The boy blushes as he remember his first encounter with lingerie. It had been an accident and never mentioned again. He puts the brassier back and closes the drawer before mulling over the implications.
One, it could be just as he thought and this was just another Pluto ploy.
Two, there could be another female -at least Ryu hopes- residing with Yurie and Anubis.
If it is the latter, there is also the question whether she has perished in the fire. Was she involved with Pluto at all? Was she a victim? She seemed comfortable enough, judging by her living space, but Ryu knew all about hypnosis.
Ryu rummages through the desk. The books were of little help. The notepads contained notes that made no sense, grocery lists, some elementary poetry and lots of meaningless doodles. Ryu observes them with a critical eye. They are messy, but well-done. He looks through the file cabinet and finds a sketch pad.
The first drawing is a landscape, and after a few minutes Ryu recognizes it as the view from the open window. The buildings are sloppy but the cars are well-drawn.
The next features a street, houses, kids.
Then a playground. Empty.
The next page is a dog. Siberian Husky.
The fifth page contains a drawing of DDS.
Ryu's heart pounds. The lines are uneven and some are crooked. There are some architectural mistakes but the building is too familiar not to be recognized.
Ryu flips the page, a little hurriedly, and sees Yurie with her little smile. He flips it again and there, like an angry scar, is Pluto's seal.
Ryu tucks the sketchbook in his bag then leaves.
A/N: Alright. This is just a try-out of sorts. Just to see some reactions so kindly review. Thank you. :)