Author's note: I'm pretty excited about this new story! I actually got inspired during class when I suddenly thought about how much I love illusionists. And the entire plot just exploded inside my mind.

I've wanted to write this for, like, forever. It's been a few months since I came up with this idea. I dunno if anyone will be interested in it, but I really wanted to give it a go and hope that people will give this story a chance.

Other genres: Supernatural-ish/Mystery/Romance/Crime/Drama-ish

This story will be rated M because of heavy violence and maybe sexual intercourse, but I'm not entirely sure about that yet.

Enjoy!

Urawa, Japan
September 7th, day 28, 01:32 am

It had been two weeks and Rebecca was still feeling like absolute hell. Tears of anger and pain were streaming down her freckled cheeks while she rocked herself back and forth on her bed. Desperate, ugly whines went past her trembling her lips while she wallowed in frustration. Her pink vest was covered in tears and saliva for she had been crying for two hours straight. Everything hurt; her throat, her eyes, her jaw, her chest, everything. She could feel the gigantic hole in her heart that could not be filled with the wanted desire.

Rebecca looked around her dark room, outlining all the scattered papers on the floor. Her desk chair was lying on its side; its legs had been ripped out and there were scratches on the brown leather cushions. She had lifted her chair high into the air and smacked it back on the floor on the fourth day.

She couldn't write a proper sentence anymore, she couldn't cook a simple egg, not even draw a proper heart on some post-it. It was as if she couldn't do anything right anymore. Her parents had been gone for the past few months, leaving her alone with her grandfather, Arthur. He wasn't home most of the time, so he had barely noticed his granddaughter's disturbed actions.

If she hadn't known better, she thought she was losing her mind completely. But that couldn't be true. She was Rebecca Hopkins, one of the smartest students in town, that girl who always aced every single test, the student who was loved by every teacher, maybe the first young teenager who was going to win a Nobel Prize.

No matter how hard Rebecca tried, she couldn't put her finger on it. Something was happening to her but she didn't have any idea what it could be. She was stressed every once in a while, but after a cup of tea and a good nap, it would be over. However, when she tried to go through said routine, she dropped the kettle on the floor, spilling hot water everywhere, and leaving red patches on her ankles.

After looking around in her room again, she found her full-body mirror. Her reflection reminded her of a five-year-old girl who had stubbed her toe and was trying to put on a brave face. Her usual bright green eyes were now dry and irritated from the amount of tears and her pale face was even paler from the lack of sleep. There were tear tracks on her freckled cheeks, and her blonde hair was sticking to her sweaty forehead.

Barely being able to recognize herself, she shook her head, and looked away from the reflection. The only reason she knew she wasn't imagining things, was because even her teachers at school were worried about her. They had asked her if everything was okay because she looked a little pale and anxious. And every single time, she had told them that there was absolutely nothing wrong in order to keep the rumors at bay.

The wailing continued and Rebecca gripped her head tightly, clawing at her skull with her sharp nails. Everything was a mess. At first she thought she was having one of those crappy days, but she never experienced it for two weeks straight. Even talking had become one of the hardest tasks, which made her feel even more miserable.

Because she was gripping so hard, her nails had dug into her skull, causing her to hiss in pain. Quickly pulling her hands back and wringing them together to get rid of the sticky liquid, she forced herself to calm down, which was a hard thing to do. In order to calm herself down, she had screamed into her pillow, punched in her walls, kicked her bookcase; anything to get rid of the anger.

And yet, there was still that hole that needed to be filled. There were wounds on her knuckles from all the punches, but the psychical pain wasn't soothing whatsoever. She couldn't think of anything else that could help her control this rage inside her—

"Rebecca? Everything all right, dear?"

Ting.

Something popped into the back of her head, and before she could stop herself from reconsidering, she got up from her bed and walked over to her door. Her grandfather, Arthur, was looking down at her with his kind blue eyes. There was a worried look on his face and a thin line had replaced his usual gentle smile. He reached out for her shoulder with his wrinkly hand, but Rebecca walked past him, and went downstairs.

"Beckie, where are you going?"

Even that nickname that she had always adored didn't cheer her up. Usually it made her smile ever so lightly, but it was as if someone else had taken over her body. She could no longer control the muscles in her legs, or her arms as she walked to the kitchen. Her eyes had already adjusted to the darkness and it didn't take very long to find what she was looking for.

Arthur followed her to the kitchen and turned on the lights. "What's going on, dear?" he tried again.

Rebecca turned around, earning a huge gasp from him. She had pulled out one of the biggest kitchen knifes which he used to cut the meat with. His granddaughter was holding it dangerously close to her small neck, but she merely stood there, not moving. Her hand shook lightly under the weight of the large knife, and there was an unfamiliar distant look in her usual bright eyes.

She looked drained.

"I…" she muttered, lowering the knife. "I have to do this. It will fill the hole."

"What hole, what are you— No, wait!" Rebecca had leaped towards him with the knife, coming alarmingly close to his chest. Still a bit weakened from the lack of sleep he had had, he could barely stop her. Arthur took a few risky steps backwards, bumping into one of the cupboards and knocking over a few pans that were still standing on the counter.

"Rebecca, what's gotten into you!?" Arthur yelled, ducking when she aimed at him once again with the knife. She started yelling at him to stand still so she could stab him, in an almost pleading way. Tears were streaming down her cheeks while she kicked the pans aside so there was nothing in her way.

"Just let me do it," she hissed. "It'll stop the pain."

Arthur shook his head, finally accepting that his granddaughter had lost her mind. He quickly made a run for it, but Rebecca was quicker. Grabbing his arm in a swift move, she turned him around and put the knife through the left side of his chest.

Blood spat out of the wound, right onto her face. The deafening scream melted into a soft, pathetic cry of help when Arthur finally sank to his knees. He coughed and a small amount of blood seeped out of his mouth, right onto her vest.

However, she wasn't done yet. Rebecca continued to stab him, yelling more and more with every stab until she was completely sure he was dead. Over and over she stabbed, her voice eventually dying in her throat until she couldn't scream anymore. The body was slumped against her own, coating her clothes with a good amount of blood.

Realization dawned on her and she blinked, looking down at the body. Her eyes darted to the knife, then to her grandfather.

Knife—body—knife—body—knife—body…

For the first time in weeks, her lips curled into a smile. Just as she had expected, the hole in her chest was filled. She had finally got rid of the uncontrollable anger. But she had to get out of here before anyone saw what happened.

Quickly pulling the knife closer to her and putting her vest over it, she ran out of the kitchen, towards the front door. After she had roughly opened it with her free hand, she took a few steps outside and looked around. Before she could change her mind she started running, but stopped when she saw her neighbor, Shizuka Kawaii.

That red hair and blue bathrobe stuck out like a sore thumb even in the middle of the night. Rebecca stayed where she was, nailed to the ground. She clutched the bloody knife even closer to her, feeling the sharp tip poking at her arm.

"Rebecca, is that you? I heard weird noises and was wondering if everything's okay," Shizuka yelled at her. Rebecca couldn't make out her face, but her voice sounded slightly alarmed and shocked. She must have heard everything.

She had to get out of there. So without saying anything, Rebecca ran past her and ignored Shizuka's yelling. Her short legs ran as fast as they could carry her and not once did she look back. Her legs continued to run aimlessly for a few minutes, her breaths becoming faster to get more air into her begging lungs.

After turning around a corner, someone suddenly appeared in front of Rebecca, causing her to bump into them.

"Oof!"

She looked up and she squinted to get a better look at the man. He had pulled his black cloak over his face so only the tip of his nose and round jaw were visible, but through the darkness Rebecca could see the familiar eyes. Those eyes looked down at her, sparkling excitingly.

"You did very well. I'm proud of you," he said softly, crouching down so he was on eye-level with her. "As promised, here's your prize."

Before she could even utter a word of response, he placed the tips of his fingers against her forehead. A burning pain like she had never felt before spread through her entire body like some horrible kind of disease. Screaming out of pain, she tried to push him away with her bloody hands, but he was far too strong for her.

Her mind could only focus on the pain as it intensified each passing second. She barely felt the other on her chest where the man's nails were almost cutting through the fabric of her shirt. A very bright light almost blinded her as the stranger pushed deeper and deeper into her chest.

When his hand pulled back from her chest, a huge glowing orb was resting in it. Rebecca immediately fell back to the ground, her eyes still open and moist with tears of pain.

"Good girl."

Tokyo, Japan
September 7th, day 28, 08:46 am

Public transport was not exactly reliable when it came to being on time. Yami Tanaka's train would leave in about two minutes and he was still not at the central station. It was only one stop away and he kept his eyes glued to his watch, praying that he would still make it.

Kaiba, his boss, expected him to be there at nine sharp. He had simply been too lazy to get out of bed earlier and it was now biting him in the ass.

"Tokyo Central Station. Please do not forget to check out and bring your personal belongings with you if you are leaving the vehicle."

"Finally," Yami muttered, standing up from his seat and walking towards the doors. The metro slowly came to a stop and he impatiently waited for the doors to open. Sprinting down the gigantic hall of the station after he had checked himself out and in again, he went around the corner and ran up the stairs. His train was already there and the conductor was standing outside, looking around if anyone else was going to enter the train.

Yami raced towards the train, ignored the weird look the conductor was giving him and got in before the doors closed. He felt like he was going to puke because he hadn't run this fast in a very long time. His lungs were on fire and beads of sweat trickled down his pale neck.

"Never. Ignore. Alarm. Clock. Again," he panted to himself, wiping off the hot liquid on his forehead. He only had about ten minutes to catch his breath before the train stopped at his next station.

After the doors had opened, Yami stepped out of the train and looked at his watch, letting out a small whine. It was a little over nine o'clock and he knew Kaiba would now have an excuse to give him another tiring speech.

About a month ago, Yami had become a police officer at the Criminal Investigation Bureau at the Crime department in Tokyo. Until now, nothing "exciting" had happened because Kaiba had merely treated him as an intern and let him run around like an aimless puppy. At the end of each day, he had to do all the paperwork and clean up afterwards and he was beginning to regret his choice.

But he had worked so hard to pass the exam that it would probably be a huge loss if he quit just because he was stuck with a stupid boss.

If only—

"TANAKA!"

He had been so lost in thoughts he had barely noticed he was already in the building.

"Here we go," Yami muttered, already exhausted.

"You're late."

"Wow. What gave it away?"

A tall man with chocolate colored hair walked over to him, his crystal blue eyes boring holes into his skull. Of course his boss didn't appreciate him being late, but there was actually nothing to be late for, anyway.

Kaiba looked him up and down, as if he were examining him closely. "Still sassy as always. Be careful, you don't know how clumsy people can be here, especially when they're walking around with very hot coffee," he sneered. Then, his expression slightly changed. "Get your ass to my office, I want to have a chat."

For the first time, Yami felt scared he might lose his job. He had always had a big mouth and Kaiba never seemed to have such a huge problem with it, other than making him run around like a dog chasing its tail. He huffed, dropped his bag and followed Kaiba to his office.

He had only been in his office once and that was when he had accidentally insulted their captain in front of everyone. She had bumped into him and told him to piss off, and he threw a pretty creative insult right back at her. Kaiba had called him to his office and he had to stay there the whole night to finish a long lost report.

Speak of the devil... Yami blinked when he saw the woman he had just thought about sitting in his boss's office. Her long, elegant legs were crossed, leaving almost nothing to the imagination as her skirt had ridden up quite a bit. Her blonde hair reached her lower back and she carefully brushed her bangs out of her face, so the violet eyes became visible. The red painted nails on her manicured hands tapped impatiently on the wooden desk while she watched the two men enter the office.

Mai Kujaku never failed to be charming, yet devilish at the same time. Every time Yami saw her walk around, he couldn't help but follow her with his eyes. The captain of the team had one of the highest functions in the entire department so no one would dare to disobey her. Except him of course.

"Hey there, squirt. Been a while," Mai said, rising to her feet and brushing out her dark blue uniform. "I don't think we've ever had a… real conversation. Other than, what was it, 'Get your ugly bitch ass out of the way yourself,'" she finished with a cynical smile.

"Those were not even my exact words, but—"

"Shut up and shove it up your ass, Tanaka. Like I said, I wanted to talk with you about something really important." Kaiba pushed him out of the way and went to take a seat behind his desk.

Yami shrugged and walked over to the only non-occupied chair in the room, which was right next to Mai. Kaiba grabbed a remote that was on his desk and turned on the small TV, which was in right corner of the office, and motioned for both his colleagues to watch.

A skinny woman appeared on the screen, sitting behind a desk with her hands folded over each other. Behind her was a smaller screen, which displayed a house and a picture of a girl no older than sixteen.

"… still not sure what has exactly happened here in Urawa. The only thing we know is that Arthur Hopkins was brutally murdered last night. The police have already searched the area for clues, or footprints, but the only thing they've found was the knife Hopkins was murdered with. Hopkins' granddaughter, Rebecca, went missing last night as well. Police say that she might have outrun the murderer, but nothing is certain yet. If you've seen or heard of her, please call this number and—"

The TV was turned off again and both Mai and Yami turned to their boss.

"That's us. We're gonna go there as soon as you're ready." Kaiba gave Yami a look, and that's when an awkward silence followed.

"Oh, so that's why you were so pissed I was a bit late…" he said lamely. "But… You're saying I can come with? You never let me go anywhere."

"The only reason I am taking you with me is because Mai made a valid point," Kaiba gave her a nod and Mai turned to him with a lopsided grin.

"Newbies always act like nerds and who knows, they might see things we don't. Katsuya Jounouchi was a newbie not too long ago and he made it to be corporal in just a few years time. Maybe you'll end up like him since he turned out to be a great help."

"Yeah, and not just in the investigation department," Kaiba muttered, causing Mai's cheekbones to turn red under the thick layer of foundation she was wearing. Yami tried to hide his huge grin behind the back of his hand as Mai brushed past him with her head held high. "I've got everything I need right here. After a few phone calls, I got the address and everything else. Go get your stuff, Tanaka. We're leaving in five."

After Yami had grabbed his bag and some stuff out of his own office, they drove off in one of their police cars. The drive was pretty short, about fifteen minutes, and Yami looked at one of the traffic signs, and found out they were in Urawa.

The minute they got out of the car, Yami wanted to gawk at the scene playing in front of him. Yellow tape was put around the trees that were surrounding the house, as if to separate the house from the world. Other police cars with their sirens still on had surrounded the area and were gently telling everyone in the area to leave. There was a young woman standing in front of the house with her arms crossed over her small chest, her hands clinging to the blue bathrobe she was wearing.

Her long red hair looked like an absolute mess; as if she had just come out of bed. There was a policeman standing not too far away from her, talking to her while taking notes.

Clearing his throat, Yami straightened his black tie and followed Kaiba to the house.

"... ran away before I could even catch a glimpse of her. I'm very sorry that I can't really help you with your investigation." The woman spoke in a very quiet and tired voice. You could still hear the shock and mourning because of the shakiness.

Kaiba marched over to her and quickly told the other policeman to piss off.

"I'm sorry, miss. He's an amateur," Kaiba said, glaring at the man he had just sent off, who was scurrying away from them. "My name is Seto Kaiba, Chief of the Criminal Investigation Bureau in Tokyo. And this is a newbie, Yami Tanaka, a mere police officer who thinks he's good at his job."

This made the woman laugh quietly and Yami was just in time to stop himself from punching the living daylights out of his boss. But maybe Kaiba was just trying to cheer her up.

"Could you tell us who you are exactly?"

The woman bowed slightly, tying the belt tighter around her small waist. "My name is Shizuka Kawaii. I'm Rebecca's neighbor. I live right over there," she said, pointing at a house a few feet away from them. "I'd been living here for about six years when the Hopkins's moved in. We always got along well; we were not exactly close, or anything, but every time we ran into each other, Rebecca would always greet me with a happy smile."

"Should I write this down?" Yami muttered softly so only Kaiba could hear him.

"I wouldn't know. Unless you've got an amazing memory, which I doubt, so yes, I'd write it down if I were you. Then again, who am I to give you orders?"

Yami rolled his eyes, pulling out a small notebook with a pen attached to it. "All I wanted was a simple answ—"

"What do you know about Rebecca and her grandfather?"

With a small growl, Yami flipped his notebook open and started writing everything down.

"Well, I barely know her grandfather because he only came over every now and then. But I saw Rebecca's parents leave a while ago, I don't know why, and that Arthur came over to act as her guardian for the time being. She is only fourteen, after all."

"Can you explain what happened last night?"

Shizuka took a deep breath before she parted her lips to speak, "I think it was around 1:30 in the morning when I heard all these weird noises. It was clattering, if I remember correctly. As if someone was busy cooking dinner. I ignored it at first because I thought it was none of my business, but when I heard screaming, I turned on my lights and looked out of the window to see if everything was okay. Unfortunately the curtains were closed so I couldn't see what was happening. I heard more screaming and more clattering so I went to check it out. When I started walking, the weird noises stopped."

Kaiba raised an eyebrow at the odd statement. "They stopped?"

"Yes, it went incredibly quiet. But that only made it even weirder. I was coming up with all these other scenarios to calm myself down such as: someone had been sleepwalking and had accidentally opened a cupboard, or they had wanted to cook themselves a small snack and messed up, anything to not think of what my paranoid mind was coming up with. Then Rebecca came running towards me and stopped when she saw me. I asked if everything was okay but she just stood there, completely immobile. It was too dark to see her face so I couldn't see any emotion. Maybe if I could have seen her face, I would've known what was going on. And after that she just—ran past me without looking back. I yelled at her to come back, and ran after her for a while, but after a few seconds I couldn't see her anymore so I gave up."

Yami's hand had started to hurt because he had to write really fast, but he continued nonetheless.

"I looked back at their house and saw that the front door was open. My curiosity got the best of me and went over to their house and I really shouldn't have done that," Shizuka's voice cracked at this point and Yami stopped writing for a moment to look up. The young adult honestly looked like she had seen a ghost. There were tears in her eyes, threatening to fall down and she was rubbing her forehead with her fingers. "What I saw was… er…" She gritted her teeth and covered her eyes, sniffling.

"The body of Arthur Hopkins?" Kaiba said in a low voice.

Before Shizuka could utter a response, she let out a small, broken sob. "Y-yes. He had been stabbed more than just a few times. The murderer was obviously not satisfied after just one stab. There were at least… thirty. His entire body was a bloody mess. I just think Rebecca was quick enough to get away from the murderer."

"But was there anyone else in the house?"

"I'm not sure. I ran back to my own house to call the police. I didn't want to spend another second there."

"That's okay. Do you have any idea who it could have been?"

"I… er… Don't know, sorry. Like I said, we're not that close. And I have no idea if Arthur had any enemies or why anyone would want to kill him in the first place. He was a nice guy."

Tears were pouring down her cheeks and Yami was honestly beyond impressed that she could keep her voice steady enough to answer these questions. Kaiba was about to ask another question, but Yami quickly put a hand on his arm.

"That's enough questions for now. Leave her be," he murmured under his breath. His boss looked down at him for a moment before he sighed.

"Thank you. You can leave now."

The three of them bowed and Shizuka slowly walked back to her house, with her chin pressed to her chest. Kaiba continued to watch her like a hawk until she finally closed the door behind them, so he was compelled to turn back to Yami.

"We should find out if she has an alibi."

Yami blinked before the words truly hit him. "Who, her? Did you see the look on her face? She's obviously not capable of hurting someone, let alone commit murder."

For the umpteenth time this month, Yami resisted the urge to put his foot in Kaiba's ass, as he looked down at Yami as if he was dealing with a toddler. "You're even more stupid than I thought. Looks can be deceiving. I've dealt with thieves and murderers who all had their own sob stories and had the ability to cry on command. I stopped buying that shit after a few months. Just because she looks cute to you, doesn't mean she is. We're keeping an eye on her, and we're going to ask the other neighbors some questions as well. It's usually the quiet ones, anyway."

And with that, Kaiba walked towards the front door and roughly ripped off the tape so he could enter. Yami quickly put the notebook back in his pocket and jogged over the front door as well. He was quite shocked when he saw Kaiba standing in the kitchen, surrounded by small puddles of dried blood. How the guy could stay this calm was a true mystery to him.

"Obviously it happened here. I'll look here and you go to the kid's room."

With a small nod, Yami did as he was told and went upstairs to look for Rebecca's room. From the corner of his eyes he saw a room with green and blue walls covered in cartoons, he took a wild guess and assumed it was the room he was looking for. Though, his eyes widened when he entered the room.

It was a complete mess. Books and clumps of paper were scattered over the floor, a chair was laying on the ground and was missing its legs, several things on the desk were knocked over and, Yami's eyes fell on a hole in the wall. He carefully stepped over the loose papers and the chair and ran his fingers over the small hole.

The hole was small, about the size of a… Yami narrowed his eyes and made a fist with his right hand so he could compare the sizes. His hand was slightly larger than the hole itself and there was no doubt that someone with a small hand had punched a hole in the wall.

There was certainly no doubt that Rebecca had been beyond pissed at something. That, or someone else had taken out their anger on her room.

"Found anything?"

Kaiba stood in the doorway and wore a rather serious expression. Yami knelt down on the floor so he could look at the books and papers while he nodded.

"Maybe. Either Rebecca was attacked here or she did all of this by herself, which I highly doubt."

"Why?" Kaiba said, taking a few steps closer so he could kneel down as well. "A fourteen-year-old would be capable of making this mess, believe me." Yami pointed over his shoulder at the hole in the wall.

"Would a teenage girl be capable of punching a hole in a wall?"

"With a little bit of technique, sure," Kaiba said, shrugging. He grabbed a few pieces of paper and read them, and while he did, Yami continued to walk around. Between all the other stuff, he saw a large purple ticket on the desk. Frowning slightly, he reached for the ticket and pored over it. It was about to size of a post-it and had a picture of a pale, skinny guy who looked like he was somewhere in his twenties. He was wearing a large black hat and his violet eyes looked at him mischievously.

Illussionist Yugi Mutou front row ticket

"… Who?" Yami asked no one in particular.

All of a sudden, Kaiba was standing next to him and had apparently read it over his shoulder. "Ah, Yugi Mutou. I know him because my little brother wants to see his show and also because he's been all over the news. They say he's incredible."

"How come I've never heard about him, then?"

Kaiba grabbed the ticket out of his hands and rolled his eyes. "Because you're you. Now let's go back to the office, we've got a lot of work to do."

Author's note: I am so happy I finally finished this. Even though I should be studying for midterms. I really hope this first chapter is okay. ;_;

Please review! x3