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Ivan Branginski

(A murderer)

Arthur Kirkland

(A detective)

Gilbert Belschmidt

(An assistant)

Alford F. Jones

(A hero)

Francis Bonnefoy

(A witness)

Kiku Honda

(A victim)

Matthew Williams

(A Nephew)

Yao Wang

(A victim's close friend)

Antonio Fernandez Carriedo

(A police man)

Kiku Honda rubbed his hands together blowing his breath on them as he walked. Boots crunching the snow, black coat wrapped tightly around himself. It was silent on the street an eerie silence. Kiku would pick up his fast walk to a jog between street lights desperately not wanting to be in the dark. The news had taken an unexpected turn lately. A man had disappeared into the town streets with a belt of knifes he had stolen. Police where looking everywhere. No one really knew who the man was, and the security cameras at the store where the knifes had been stolen had stopped rolling two minutes before the thief had appeared to steal the knifes. Animals have been found recently, severally mauled, insides ripped out and everyone cut up till barely recognizable. In everyone the heart had been missing.

A sound from the shadows sent Kiku running, fear taking over him all thoughts of the thief and mauled animals shooting to his brain. A tear formed at the edge of his eye. Kiku stopped dead, senses put on a high. He watched the shadows with large brown eyes his breath coming on in ragged gasps, heart thumping a million miles an hour. There was a sound of snow being moved by feet, not Kiku's. He started to run, hearing the sound of something behind him. More tears fell from his eyes. Yao's house is right there! He'll never catch you just keep ru- Kiku's thoughts where blow aside by fear as another figure appeared from the shadows ambushing Kiku. Kiku skidded to a stop the first man head locking him from behind. Kiku tried to scream, but was cut off by a white cloth becoming a gag, covering his eyes also. A knife was pressed to his back drawing a small cut into the flesh. Kiku screwed his eyes shut, trying to wake up from a dream. This has to be a nightmare, I'll wake up in a second, and Yao will be waiting for me. No the pain was too real for this to be a dream, Kiku conformed as the knife dug into his back, cutting open one of his lungs, making it hard to breath. The next pain came from his leg as a knife was pushed into the flesh and dragged down his leg blood seeping through the white cloth that covered it. The man that had come second stood up pulling his knife raggedly from Kiku's leg. He tilted Kiku's head from left to right, sobs coming from Kiku loud and clear even if they where muffled by the cloth. Kiku winced at the feeling of a glove against one of his cuts.

"Just kill him." The boy who had first grabbed Kiku said gruffly. "This is completely un-awesome." Kiku screamed loud and clear as a knife found its self delivering the killing cut on his neck.

"Was that quick enough, da?"

[December 1]

[Interrogation of Francis Bonnefroy]

[11:30 am]

"I didn't see anything because I was to busy being beautiful, ask Matthew." Francis Bonnefroy, one of the two witnesses to Kiku Honda's murder said in his French accent. Arthur Kirkland sighed, the blonde digging his head into his hands.

"Come on Francis you must have seen something. You said you did when we called for witness to the murder." Arthur said looking expectantly at his French guest. There was nothing in the room to distract Francis, grey walls, two grey chairs and a grey plastic table. Still the man seemed to drift and come back and drift and come back.

"I was just testing your skills of coarse I saw something." Francis smiled like this was all a joke as Arthur got his note pad and pen ready.

"Go on."

"Well I saw the two men walking down the alleyway outside my apartment window, but they looked pretty normal besides the fact that one seemed to be limping slightly and both had their hoods up. My nephew thought they where just teenagers, didn't really think much of them at the time." Francis said playing with his hands.

"Anything else you can tell me about their appearances?" Arthur questioned.

"No." Francis shook his head. "My apartment is on the top floor of the building although no one else lives there besides Yao Wang who Kiku was visiting that night. But because I live on the top floor I could not make out details. One also had a long white scarf just to throw something in."

"But you also said that when Mr. Wang you and Mr. Williams found Kiku there was two black hoodies and an old wore down blue wool jacket that where found up the street. Therefore any description of their cloths is rendered useless." Arthur leaned forward in his chair. "Even a fool could've told me that."

"Why yes but I have more." Francis winked. Arthur recoiled away from the French man like he was some type of disease. "One of them dropped this." Francis paused to reach into his pocket to pull out a very small switch blade knife.

"Put it on the table." He commanded. Francis did so. "But did you see any of these two man's features, such as hair color skin tone?" Francis again shook his head.

"I did not."

"Did you see either of the men with Kiku Honda?" Arthur asked flipping a page in his notebook.

"I did." Arthur looked up a little surprised a small flash of hope crossing his face. "I saw both on them stop at the end of the ally way where the one with the white scarf whispered something in the other man who then turned around and hurried back down the alley way. By then me and Matthew where getting worried by these two guy's weird behavior, and really worried when the man with the white scarf suddenly darted out from the alley way and Kiku's screamed a few moments later." Francis finished with a smile. Arthur looked at his notepad for a moment before nodding.

"Officer Carriedo?" He called.

"Si?" The Spanish police officer peeked into the room.

"You may escort Mr. Bonnefroy back home now." Arthur said standing up and collecting his things picking up the small switch blade knife with a pair of plastic gloves as Antonio, Officer Carriedo, lead Francis out of the room both chatting like a group of teenage girls. There was only a moment of silence before the door to the room swung open revealing a bubbly blonde munching on a hamburger.

"Arthur!" He cried bits of the grilled meat falling form the American's mouth and cascading to the ground.

"Close your bloody mouth, Alford." Arthur said side stepping the fallen meat and tapping Alford's cheek. Alford smiled to himself following the shorter blonde.

"Was anything useful?" Alford questioned Arthur leaning over his shoulder as the two blondes stopped to let some people pass before entering Arthur and Alford's office for his case.

"Take a look and tell me what you think." Arthur growled as he threw the notepad over at Alford. Alford held the notepad in one hand and the hamburger in the other skimming over it.

"Is this the same thing as Matty said?" Alford asked looking up at Arthur who was leaning back against the desk.

"The same bloody thing as Williams said." He said ripping the notepad from Alford's hands and proceeding to scribble across the neatly written page in all caps 'BULLSHIT'. Alford cringed as Arthur pushed the notepad back into his hands.

"How was Francis when you talked to him, Matty seemed really scared when we talked to him?" Alford said blinking at Arthur.

"He acted like it was all a joke like more of those Frenchies do." Arthur mumbled, large eye brows knitted in anger and thought.

"I still don't understand why you are so against French people, they are just like me and you only have funny accents. Well in that case they're more like you then me." Alford giggled. Arthur glared at him.

"Well, if you think you're so smart try and think of something we can do to solve this case!" Arthur cried. "This is the hardest one I've been involved in in ages. How is it possible that someone can wear and coat and not manage to get any hair or something on it at all! They must have had touched something then touched that jacket!" He yelled out in anger digging his head into his hands. Alford blinked in thought for a moment.

"Then they must have been wearing gloves, or something to stop then from leaving any form of evidence like hair or finger prints on Kiku or the jackets." Alford said taking another chomp out of his burger. Arthur sighed.

"I know they where wearing gloves stop stating the obvious."

"Standing, pointing, and stating the obvious is my job, didn't you know that?"

Okay, plan for this story, post a chapter up every day or so over December, stopping on Christmas. Can't promise it will happen, and me and my dad are going to Disney on the 14th (has never been before) to the 18th or so. I don't know what to do about those days.

If anyone can help me on this story message me with ideas, don't review them, please and thank you.

Apparently the Spanish are the Police officers no longer the English xD

Yes I know it sucks.

Don't like stupid, don't read stupid, okay?

(Doesn't own Hetalia)

~TonkaToy