A/N: Hey guys so I decided to take this into a completely different direction, I decided to leave them both up so you could tell me which one you like better. Of course I really like this one, I hope it comes out on paper like it did in my head.

Chapter one: Hypnosis.

I watch as she sits there, with her terribly small frame, I watch how doll her eyes look.

I enjoy watching her.

Dokueki Hayashi, age seven, watched her parents die. That's all the chart gave me, it was my job to find out why she watched, and who killed them. It never made sence to me but I did the best I can because for a young girl? She was quite beautiful, she had very grown up features, long, lean legs, a flat stomach, her raven colored hair fell down to her hips, she had nice hips as well.

It's a shame she's underage.

"Tell me what you see." I coo with a snap of my fingers, her eyes cloud with a look of sadness, she has pale green eyes, once again, their quite pretty.

"I see blood."

"Where."

"Everywhere, on Daddy's hands."

"Is there anywhere else you see blood."

"Yes, in my hair."

That would make sense considering that her skull was cracked open when they found her. I check my phone looking for a new message, none.

"Do you remember who was holding the knife."

"Yes."

"Who?"

"I can't say."

"Describe the scene to me."

I try again, looking through my text messages, still there is none, what the fuck she should have messaged me back by now! I scroll through my contacts clicking on the one with a heart, I quickly shoot off a text.

'Where are you baby ;)'

And put my phone down.

"There's blood on the walls, there's blood in mommy's hair, she liked everything to be so clean, it's a shame that the blood stained the white carpet. Daddy was already on the ground, he was still alive but the man was tearing him apart, he walks over to Mommy and he lifts up her dress..."

"What did he do to her Dokueki?" I ask crossing my legs, it's sick but I found this kind of hot. It was almost like... Was she talking dirty to me? I blush at the thought.

"I'm not sure, but he hurt Mommy, he was on top of her."

"Was he thrusting?" I ask, feeling myself get excited. "Or did he go down on her."

"I don't understand what your talking about." The girl said, her head was down but I know she couldn't see, I can feel my hand sliding down the waist band of my skirt, I know what I'm doing, I have to find a way to relieve this intense sensation.

It all reminded me.. Of Tiffany.

I moan a little as my fingers touch on my feminine spot.

"Describe to me exactly what he did."

"He pulled down his pants, and her took something out, he opened Mommy's legs and shoved it in between them, Mommy screamed and begged him to stop, Dad was crying as the other man ripped him apart, he begged them to leave him alone he said this was all his mistake, But they didn't do it."

I start to feel myself get wet, and small moans escape from my mouth but I know that time is running out. I'll leave this for Tiffany later.

I put my hands back where they belong and snap, letting Dokueki have her free will back. I signal to the guards to take her away, as usual she doesn't really do anything or put up a fight. She looks at me for a real long time and goes back to her room to do whatever little girls like her do.

I cringe as I hear the door open again.

"Yes L." I groan, turning to the raven haired detective, he was a man with raven hair much like Dokueki's, but his eyes were black and blank. He was very disheveled. And quite frankly he was a waste of time.

"The report."

I hand it to him wordlessly with a scowl.

He walks away without a word.

I hate him, I hate him, I hate him! People like him disgust me, all men disgust me in general, they are disgusting and no good. They have nothing, all the have is a long twig for a penis, men are disgusting and I wish they would all die. I'd kill them off if I could.

I check my phone, No new messages. I look at my wall paper a sleeping Tiffany, with her blonde hair and bright green eyes, I took that picture after our magical night. Why isn't she texting me back? I sigh, I guess she'll text me back later tonight.