Le Bien Qui Fait Mal
'Mais d'o vient l'motion etrange'
Xxx
He stood in front of what used to be 23 year old Sakura Uchida. She had multiple stab wounds scattered around her chest as she lay in a pool of her blood.
"Uh, Mr. Ken, can you move for a moment I have to take forensics photos of the body." One of the detectives said.
"Yes, sorry."
Kaneki said quietly and took a few steps back out of the detective's way. Once out of his way Kaneki closed his eyes and began constructing the scenario in his head.
Three.
He cracked his pointer finger.
Two.
He cracked his middle finger.
One.
He cracked his ring finger.
Kaneki opened his eyes and the scene was cleaned up. Police were gone and there was no longer lying dead on the floor. He heard the door open and walked into the house and into the kitchen. Kaneki met her in there. She looked scared when she saw him and walked over to Kaneki.
"Hikaru. I...want to see other people. "She said looking at him with a grief stricken face. Kaneki frowns and before she can react he grabbed a knife off the counter and plunged it into her stomach. She gasped and fell over as Kaneki climbed on top of her stabbing her repeatedly over the chest.
He leaned over her face and put a finger over her cold dead lips, "Shh. I'm talking now."
Xxx
College life was never fun and exciting like so many people thought. It was monotonous and mundane and unbearable. Kaneki sighed as his professor continued to drone on about the importance of detail in a crime scene. Ken marveled at her stupidity for it was truly a sight to behold.
"Mr. Ken, since you seem so amused, tell me, who do you think killed Mr. Tanaka?" His professor crossed her arms and smirked.
"The daughter obviously."
"Obviously." His teacher deadpanned.
"Well, his wife divorced him back in 2008 and since she was caught with possession of Ecstasy she lost custody of the daughter. So the wife is ruled out completely. Mr. Tanka usually went on hunting trips with his daughter and so he taught her how to skin and dress game. I think it's possible that the daughter started to develop a hunger or bloodlust for killing game and she probably wanted to move onto something larger. Something harder to kill; that put up a fight.
"So she killed her father. That's why the wounds are so meticulous and expertly cut. She knew what she was doing. She staged it perfectly by going out to the local store and creating an alibi while the body was still fresh. So when she got home she called the police and everything went according to plan, well, almost…"
The professor blinked wide eyed, "Uh yes, I do suppose you are correct… Class dismissed early today…" Kaneki smiled to himself and gathered his things. He slung his satchel over his shoulder and walked out of the classroom. He should correct his teacher more often if these were the results. The white haired boy chuckled quietly.
A hand reached out to touch his shoulder, "Excuse me, are you Kaneki Ken?"
He turned around to see an older man with slicked back gray hair and a polite smile on his face, "Yes I am. Who are you?"
"I am from Japanese Federal Detective Agency and I was wondering if you could help me out on a case?"
"First, can I see your ID?"
"Of course." Yoshimura took out his ID and badge and showed it to Kaneki.
Kaneki nodded, "Thank you." Yoshimura tucked his credentials back into his coat.
"We should talk more about this more in my office. I have a car waiting, if you want I can give you a ride." He fixed his coat.
"Okay." Kaneki said and followed to a black car and followed him inside. Once they were buckled in the driver in the front seat took off. "Why do you want my help for an investigation?"
The older man smiled, "Well a friend of mine has kept an eye on you at the university and she said 'You're the only one that can think like the killer.' And I'm hoping you can help us catch the Binge Eater."
Xxx
"Sir, surely you aren't serious."
"Amon I'm sorry but I don't want you on the Binge Eater case anymore." Mr. Yoshimura sighed.
"But sir—fine, I'm sorry to disturb you." Amon bowed his head and left the room.
"I apologize for the interruption ; now here is your case file and your temporary badge." He handed the items to Kaneki.
"Thank you." Kaneki nodded.
"You will also have Shuu working on the case with you."
"The Tsukiyama Shuu? That wrote Wrapped around the Human Mind?" Kaneki said a smile slowly spreading on his face.
"I'm not sure, I haven't read a lot of his work but I assume it's the same person." Mr. Yoshimura tapped his chin. There was a knock on the door, "Come in." A tall man with violet hair wearing a burgundy suit opened the door, "Ah, so glad you could make it."
"Why of course, I am always happy to help psychoanalyze a serial killer." Tsukiyama bemused.
"This is Kaneki Ken, he will be helping us with the investigation." Yoshimura motioned to Kaneki.
Kaneki held out his hand and smiled, "Such a pleasure to meet you , I've ready many of your books." Tsukiyama took his hand and shook it firmly.
"Merci merci," Tsukiyama beamed.
" I assume you've been briefed about the case?" Yoshimura said shifting forward in his desk chair.
"Yes I have."
"Good, because dispatch called a few moments ago and they have a body you two should look at."
"Is it the binge eater?" Kaneki asked.
"They're not sure."
Xxx
Kaneki looked up and felt dizzy…he needed some air. He tried walking but fell against the wall. The white haired male was swaying in and out of consciousness. When a pair of hands grabbed his shoulders to steady him and led him outside to an ambulance at the crime scene and sat him down on the bumper.
"Are you okay Kaneki?" He looked up and saw Tsukiyama with a concerned expression on his face. And that was the last thing he saw before he blacked out.