AN: Lost.

BPG is back in the business with a new story! This one will be... umm... well, it's hard for me to review my own work, that's why I need your opinion! Don't be ashamed to review! (you can also PM me) Thanks a lot to those who reviewed my first story ! I'm awake alone so I'll type random things and ask for forgiveness of whatever I post. (Thanks, Violet!)

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First murder, first part

His hand went through her wet hair. She was blonde but he dyed her hair. Carefully. Gently. He inhaled her scent and smirked. She was shaking under his touch; sometimes jumping in surprise as his hand caressed her cheeks. The fear- no, the terror was amplified by the darkness before her eyes. Her ankles hurt so bad, the rope knotted too tight, her chair too uncomfortable. She continued to hope all this will get to an end. She was cold. Her clothes were ripped away by his bare hands. She heard him chuckle and saying "All close", what the heck was that supposed to mean? Then he started doing something weird. Was he dressing her? If yes, what kind of dress was that? The skirt seemed too short, her arms were naked. Wait.

Steps. He was leaving. She became tensed, waiting for the sound of the door opening and then closing but she lost her hope when she heard steps again. Towards her. He was getting closer and her intuition scream to run- only God knows she would- but she barely manage the shake her chair a little.

"Why so tensed all of the sudden?" and from his voice she could say he was smirking. His palm gently stroke her left cheek. "Shhh. Calm down. Be a good girl."

He left her side for a moment and she heard a noise she could not recognize. 'That's it, she thought. This is the end.' He came back, his hand was on her shoulder as she heard a click.

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Her life have been harsh. Her father ran away leaving a huge debt and because of that she had to work as a maid to pay the bills and give her best as a student and president of the student council. Short time after graduation her mother passed away. It wasn't long until she and her sister lost their house. Those few years have been excruciating.

She studied to become a lawyer and help those in need. But that wasn't enough because sometimes the system had its flaws. So she decided to follow the police academy. Due to her strong personality, flawless memory, hard work and determination she became a detective in no time. Who is she, you may ask. Misaki Ayuzawa, a beautiful 30 year old woman who dedicated her life to finding the truth and catching bad guys. It was another so-called-normal day. She was reading a classified case from 10 years ago, looking for a new lead when her phone rang.

First ring.

Second ring.

Third ring and she puts the file on her desk and reached for that annoying phone. When it rings, nothing good happens. THAT phone was a sign for trouble. A case.

"Homicide, detective Ayuzawa. What may I help you with?"

"You have a new case. Come into my office right now."

"Yes, Chief Shintani," she hung up and got up from her seat, heading to the so-well-known office. Her boss, Hinata Shintani was a man with a big heart, always kind, sometimes dumb and with a lot of passion for food. And for her. He was married with her sister for three years but if he would have met Misaki first he would have chosen her.

"Good morning,"

she greeted and bowed to her boss.

If only she wouldn't have turned down the opportunity to be the Chief of that police station she would be in that seat.

(A small flashback:

"Ayuzawa, are you sure you don't want to advance in grade?"

"Chief, my only wish is to be on the field, to help the ones in need directly. A life behind the desk is not suited for me."

"I've known you for long enough to understand that when you make a decision nothing can make you lose your way. But I will retire soon, I need someone competent to take my place."

"Hinata Shintani."

"Say what? Shintani? Ayuzawa, don't make me laugh."

"He may seem childish from time to time but he is really competent when it comes about desk work. His deductive abilities are natural and despise his looks, he is organized. Also, his kind personality is a great medicine for all the police officers and detectives in this station."

"You already thought of it all. If there wasn't Shintani-san would have you accepted my offer?"

"Maybe," she said keeping her poker face without breaking eye contact.

"I understand. You really think he would do a better job than you in my place. You may leave, Ayuzawa. Call Shintani to my office on your way."

End of flashback)

"Here is the file. This case is strange and I have a bad feeling about it." She opened the file. First it was a paper with the name of the victim and her photo.

"Akemi Sadasu, 27 years old, worked at a cosplay cafe, 5"2' tall, 110lbs, blue eyes and blond hair." She slowly turned the page. There were photos of her face and neck that shocked her a little bit. Victim's hair have been dyed raven, duct tape covering her eyes and mouth. The cause of her death was obvious, her neck had a deep cut on the left side. But there were no traces of blood. 'That's odd', thought Misaki. Shintani's voice brought her to reality.

"I need you to go immediately to the coroner and then start investigating this case. Be careful, Misaki."

"Understood," she said then bowed and left his office. Into his seat, Hinata couldn't help the grip that squeezed his heart. 'Something will happen. Soon.'

Misaki was in her car, driving to the coroner's place when her personal phone rang. She cheerfully answered.

"Homicide, detective Ayuzawa speaking. What may I help you with, sir?"

"Misaki, you already know that side of yours really turns me on."

"Cause you're such a pervert", she laughed in the phone.

"Yeah, whatever. When will my beautiful wife come home?"

"Umm, I don't know yet. I just got a new case. I didn't really had time to get into the file but it seems to be a big one."

"Catching bad guys and saving the world again, huh? I have to admit I am a little disappointed. You don't give me enough attention, Misa. I start to feel really lonely."

Her smile was genuine.

"You were on a business trip until one hour ago. Don't be unfair. I'll see you tonight and I'll give you all the attention you need."

"Then, Misa-chan", her husband said in a husky voice, "I'll make dinner and get ready for you." She chuckled at his line.

"See you. Bye."

"Take care of you." She hang up just in time to park her car. In the coroner's office she saw her childhood friend, Shizuko. The look on her face was different from usual.

"Hi, Shizuko."

"Hi, detective Ayuzawa."

"Always formal, Dr. Kaga. I have a new case. I came to see the corpse and take the report from you." Shizuko got up from her seat and Misaki followed her in the morgue.

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First murder, second part

"Why? Why? Why? Why? " he kept repeating as he was drying her hair.

How much time have passed? A hour, a day or maybe a week? She was starving and she felt so thirsty she could drink more than a tank of water. She couldn't feel her arms or legs except for the stingy pain in her wrists and ankles. She was cold, really cold but the hot air from his dryer seemed to help.

She fainted due to exhaustion.

She woke up when he shook her body with violence.

"Misaki! Misaki! Misaki! Misaki!" he kept repeating. She was awake, her eyes still closed under the duct tape and muffled sounds in her throat. Why did he stick duct tape on almost all her face? She could barely breathe.

'It hurts. Stop!' she tried to say. He finally noticed her sobs and left her.

"What's wrong, Misaki? What happened? Are you tired? Are you hurt?" he asked in the most gently voice she have ever heard. She slowly nodded.

"I'll make it stop. I'll make it stop for you," he said using the same sweet tone of his voice and then left her side only to come back a few moments later. His hand tangled in the hair on her nape and then pushed hard making her expose her neck. She felt something sharp and cold for a brief moment then pain flooded her senses. Both of her jugular veins were cut and it was a matter of seconds until the blood loss caused her death.

"I made it quick. Because I love you, " he said while hovering over her dead body. He had her blood on his face and clothes but that seemed to make him happy, his smile genuine.

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Misaki's stomach couldn't get any more so she threw up in the bath of Shizuko's office. Coroner's report shocked her. Her experience did not help her, she saw murder victims before but that… That was inhuman. She calmed herself and returned to the office to read the file once more.

"So… let's get started."

"Do you feel any better?" Shizuko asked.

"I'm fine. I shouldn't be reacting like this in the first place."

"I was shocked too, if that helps you."

Misaki nodded and started reviewing the information provided.

"Wounds on her wrists and ankles that suggest she have been tied up. Dehydrated and hunger. Her hair dyed to pitch black a few hours before her death. Cause of death: blood loss due to the sectioning of her external and internal jugular veins on the left side of the neck. The cut deep and clean-"

"The murdered knew what he was doing. He didn't hesitate. A really sharp object have been used, " Shizuko said in her neutral, professional tone.

"She was drained of blood, cleaned. The murderer disposed of her body at her work place. He left her naked body on the trash bin at the back door."

"No foreign DNA have been found."

"The victim was working at a cosplay café. She was kidnaped from that café on the day it was her turn to close the restaurant but the family wasn't contacted for a reward. This means the murder have been planned, " Misaki concluded and got up. She already had a headache and she needed a sip of whiskey but the day had barely start. She had a lot of investigating to do.

She went to the victim's family and asked them questions. They didn't know anyone that would want to harm their daughter.

Next stop was at her workplace, but there wasn't anyone that could offer her information for a lead. The victim was a hard worker and never got into trouble.

There were not any eye witnesses to her kidnap or when the murderer disposed of her body.

Misaki was massaging her temples when she entered the bar. 'I spend all day investigating this case and I still have no lead.' It's true, sometimes murder cases may be difficult or tangled but she could at least get a lead from the first day. 'How troublesome. No evidences of anything that happened. If this was a random murder the chances to find the killer are really low. Unless…' the realization hit her as she walked to an empty seat. 'it will be a serial killer.' Tired and slightly depressed she ordered her drink.

Takumi Usui sipped his drink as he heard her voice. "Whiskey. One sip." He could recognize it as it was his own. Looking up he saw Misaki Ayuzawa and he thought he was dreaming. He stared at her until she got her drink. Without noticing his own actions he stood up and walked towards her seat, her back was facing him. He leaned closer to her ear and whispered "Hi there, kaichou."

The surprise made her jump in her seat. She haven't heard this voice in ages and honestly it was the last thing she was expecting. If she would have to choose between taking her victim's place and being there at that time and moment, she would gladly let herself be killed. She contained all the hate combined with surprise. "Usui, what a surprise!" was the only thing she managed to say.

This day can't get more interesting.

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AN: Phew, that was a lot of typing to do :)) jk, I really enjoyed typing the dark parts. Any questions? Any opinions? Who do you think the murderer is and why Misaki didn't want/expect to see Takumi?

(first chapter and this already is so tangled. heheh.)

Let me know your thoughts!