A/N: I know, I shouldn't begin another new story, but as I tried to fall asleep the other day, I thought of this plot and really liked it. The concept is a thriller told from the view of the Detective, as well as flashbacks. Of course everyone will be somehow involved, and as usual the Detective will be dragged into a net of lies and relationships. By the way, no lemons planned. Characters will be probably – most likely – OOC, but that is the best way to tell this story. Still, I'll try to keep them as normal as they are.
This should be it for now, enjoy my new story!
The rain mercilessly poured down. Hours of the storm had splattered the streets with puddles of muddy water. Though it was at dusk, no sun shone through the thick black clouds. The eerie sound of the thick water drops and the howling wind blocked out every other sound. A door opened, and the figure of a man emerged from a pub. For a brief moment warm lights and laughter pierced the rain. The man put his hands in his jacket and walked out into the storm.
A single lightning flashed through the sky, followed by a loud thunder. For a heartbeat the street was illuminated, showing a silhouette standing behind the man. Light was reflected by the bright steel of a blade. As the light disappeared, the silhouette attacked. Effortlessly it drove the knife through the man's back into his heart. The man stood silent, until he collapsed in a puddle of blood, dying. As he did his dying breath, another lightning illuminated the scene. The man had passed alone, as the silhouette was gone as if it never had existed in the first place.
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It had been a rough night for Detective Tsukii. He had recently investigated a case of robbery, and after solving it successfully – with the cost of a few nights good sleep – his chief had took him out for a drink. Simply put, he had a hangover.
Tsukii didn't look forward to go to work today, but he had too. He had lost his pride as a policeman an eternity ago, shortly after joining the department for homicides and other crimes. He was only 28, but already had the mind of an old cop. His motivation when joining the police, keeping peace, making the world a better a place, protecting civilians, helping old ladies – all that was lost now. Everything has it price, he mused, And a higher wage and rank especially.
He walked into the bathroom of his small apartment and took a quick shower. After shaving and styling his short black hair he took off to work. He wore a suit, just like the most Detectives in his department did, although it looked a little odd; he had problems finding clothes fitting his stature. He was tall, standing a proud 190cm, but his build was slim, with lesser muscles than you'd expect.
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As soon as he entered his office, he heard the usual chatter. Colleagues were talking about new cases, asking trivial questions about each other's lives, pretending to be interested in each other. It reminded him of the subways he used to come to work. He didn't have many friends, and none of them were affiliated with his work. He wasn't antisocial, though. He was just the more quiet and tranquil guy you like to work with but don't bother after work.
Tsukii sat down at his desks, logging in into his PC. He still had to finish his report on the now solved robbery. As he opened the document, he heard his chief call out for him.
"Tsukii! In my office!"
Tsukii sighed and stood up, walking into the office of his chief, DCI Tatibana.
"Good morning, Sir. How can I help you?", asked Tsukii.
"Take a seat, Tsukii, take a seat.", said the DCI. He cleared his voice and closed the door, shutting out the noise. "I know, you recently investigated and successfully solved a case, and it seemed to have exhausted you, but I have a new job for you.", sighed the DCI.
"No problem, Sir. I'll take it.", said Tsukii, knowing he wouldn't have much of a choice.
"Good. This morning a person called from the outskirts of the city. They found a corpse."
"A corpse?",asked Tsukii intrigued.
"Yes. A man was stabbed in the back in the middle of the road. I'd like you to go to the pathologist first, he should be ready to give you the first basic information. The full report will be here tomorrow or the day after. Then you should drive to the crime scene, talk with possible witnesses, you know that stuff.", explained Tatibana.
"Very well, Sir. Am I assigned a partner or do I walk alone?"
"You'll work alone, I have no other officer free at the moment. Good luck, and hurry up. You know the 48 hour rule.", said Tatibana. Tsukii nodded and left the office.
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After being stuck in one of the normal traffic jams, Tsukii arrived at the pathology. He met up with the doctor responsible for the case.
"Good morning. I'm Detective Tsukii, I'm here on behalf of the murder this morning.", greeted Tsukii the doctor, a middle-aged man with grey hair and a beard.
"Good morning, my name is Dr. Hakase. Nice to meet you. Please follow me." The doctor led him to a section table and pulled back the sheet.
"This is our man. As you might see, the rain caused the skin to swell, but it wasn't that of a problem to determine the time of his death. He was stabbed between 3a.m. and 4a.m. this morning. He collapsed on the street and his body wasn't moved until he was found.", explained the doctor.
"Thank you. Any idea how exactly he died? I mean, do you have any specialleads about his wounds or anything?", asked Tsukii.
"Well, you still have to wait until we did the post-mortem, but it looks like it was a fatal blow; he collapsed on the spot. There also was just one cut to be seen, although I am not sure yet. I can't tell you what was damaged yet, but certainly his lungs and heart are pierced. It's just an uneducated guess, but it looks like the knife went straight into his heart.", said Dr. Hakase.
"Thank you. I will take my leave now. Could you please send me the report as soon as it is finished?"
"Of course. Good luck!", said the doctor as Tsukii left.
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While he was driving towards the crime scene, Tsukii was thinking. The few bits of information he had received up until now were either too vague or too small. At this hour nobody would be out on the streets, especially considering last night's weather. And if it really was just one stab…you won't hit the heart from behind without a lot of experience. The fact that the victim was stabbed just once shows that the killer was cold-blooded and knew his victim was dead. It seems like we're up to a pro. "Fuck!", yelled Tsukii and hit the steering wheel, trying to vent his stress.
"Calm down, Tsukii, calm down…", he muttered, trying to calm his nerves. Feeling a little more comfortable, he parked at the crime scene.
"Good morning. I'm Detective Tsukii, I'm here because of the murder.", said Tsukii as he left his car and showed a policeman his license. Two policemen still were at the scene, waiting for him, ready to remove the yellow stripes of tape that restricted the area.
Tsukii looked at the ground. The rain really did a number yesterday, not a single bloodstain could be seen on the street. "Where was the body located?", asked Tsukii one of the men.
"He laid there, Sir. On his belly, arms beside him. He just fell face-flat. We have not found anything in the area so far, no weapon or other possible clues."
Tsukii sighed. Everything was too vague, it seemed so…calculated. "As if the murder had been planned for months…", muttered Tsukii.
"I'm sorry? I didn't get that, Sir.", said the policeman.
"Ah, it was nothing. You can remove the tape and leave. Thanks for waiting and good day.", said Tsukii and pulled out his phone. After dialing and waiting for a few moments someone picked up.
"Tsukii speaking. I'm investigating the murder downtown. Have you any clues on the identity of the victim? ID? Dental records? Thank you. I will get them later. See you." He ended the call and looked around. A few run down houses and a bar. Without at least a photo and possibly a name I won't be able to do anything…guess I'll go to the office for now., he thought and left.
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When he had arrived, two reports lied on his desk, the victims ID and the post-mortems record. This fast? I guess I'm lucky, thought Tsukii and sat down, grabbing the sheet with the victims information.
"Let's see…Haru Yoshida, 42 years old, no children, divorced. Lived alone and worked as a file clerk in a middle-seized company. Criminal records: possession of drugs, domestic violence and public indecency.", he read out loud. Does not seem like a nice guy, I think a few people have a motive to kill him…or let him be killed. I think I should check his bank account first.
"Now for the autopsy's report…he was a little obese and had quite the amount of alcohol in his blood. His last meal had been three hours ago and consisted of sushi. He was stabbed in the back with a sharp and rather short blade. One blow pierced the heart directly and damaged other internal organs directly. His heart stopped and he suffered internal bleedings. Not surprising so far.", Tsukii read.
But the autopsy record fits the profile of the murder. Let's see…one blow, fatal. No signs of a fight. No signs that the attacker panicked. And if I ask around, nobody will remember him. I definitely have to catch a pro here…, thought Tsukii.
"Oh God, this will be such a pain in the ass…"