The Riddler Who WILL Solve This Riddle!

by demonxangel writer

Its been eight years since the riddler who couldn't or won't solve riddles has been put in jail, and his sister has gone missing. The case has gone cold. Did Len REALLY kill those people? Did Rin help in anyway? Well, Miss Gumi Megpoid is here to figure that out.

As the salty air wafter in her nose she waved her hand "Put that cancer stick out." Her boss, Rinto Kagamine, sighed gently and threw the ciggerette into the sea. Gumi stared at the night sky "So. Whats the job?..." He stretched. "A cold case. About three years ago. Think you can handle it doll?"

She stretched and said plainly "Don't call me doll. And hell yeah I can." She looked at him and said plainly "Any details?" He shrugged "Just that Londons finest couldn't do shit." She scoffed. "Of course not."

Rinto looped and arm around the green haired womans waist and said gently in her ear "Need help just call me. I'll be there Gumi." "Get off. Your married and your wifes on this boat might I add. And your breath smells like brandy." He pouted as she pushed him away, the girl strided away to a secluded part of the boat, leaning on the rail. She watched the stars go by.

She sighed and grabbed papers from her pocket, opening it, she stared at the two profiles. "Rin Kagamine, Missing, Age when missing, 14, Age now, 22, presumed dead. Suspect in the murder of Alexander Fran, Ariel Fran, Frederick Orange, Alan McCornick...wow, a lotta people for a fourteen year old girl." She flipped the page and blinked knowingly "Unless she had a brother to help. Len Kagamine, Currently prosocuted, Age 22..." She stared at the picture of both of them. They looked alike, despite the age difference in pictures. She stared at the girl and sighed "Blue eye'd blondes are the worst."

She sighed and stretched putting the papers back, she walked back into the party, watching fellow detectives and forensics party it up. She strided over to her elder brother, Gakupo Kamui, and said plainly "I'm going to bed. Have fun with your abusive wife." He chuckled and patted his sisters head "You should stay around for the party. Might be fun." She said plainly "I'm the only one with boobs that doesn't have a ring on her finger. I'm not hanging around with a bunch of sexist men." He sighed and hugged his sister before she strided down to the lower levels of the boat and into her room.

She laid onto her bed and sighed, kicking off her heels. It was hard being a female detective, the bed cooled her heightened nerves and said gently to no one "Going to england. Whoo de doo."