Title: That Sunny Blue Sky
Author: Seer M. Anno
Fandom: Cold Case x Takumi-kun Series
Genre: AU
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this fandom except the story below.
Rating: PG-15
Warnings: Character deaths, slash, possible OOCness, implicit rape, incest
Summary: When a fire killed two brothers back in 2000, everybody thought it was a terrible accident. Which, after a decade, turned out that it wasn't that simple.
A/N: Made because I have to XD
Case fic, with crossover between Cold Case and Takumi-kun Series. Thus, this is an AU that takes place in Philadelphia instead of Japan. Title is the English translation of Ano, Hareta Aozora (Takumi-kun 5). And, I haven't watched Cold Case in a while, so sorry for mistakes and irrelevance that might be in here. Anyways, enjoy! ^_^
That Sunny Blue Sky
Cold Case x Takumi-kun Series
Seer M. Anno
PROLOGUE
February 2, 1999
Ito, Japan
(Song: 'It's Gonna Rain!' by Bonnie Pink)
Cardboard boxes were everywhere, along with short commands, laughs, and chatter. The four people in the family—a family with two sons—were all occupied as they stuffed the boxes into the truck. A cheerful song was playing in the radio, coloring the already busy day.
Suddenly a loud crash was heard from upstairs, and the mother turned to her oldest son. "Not again!" She looked annoyed, as if it had happened before and she didn't have time to fix that mess. Contrast to her irritation, her son only grinned.
"Don't worry, Mom. I'll help him."
"You shouldn't be tiring yourself out, Naoto!"
"It's okay, Mom."
The oldest son ran upstairs before his mother could say anything else. He made his way to the bedroom, where the crashing voice was heard. He peeked from the door, to see his much younger brother sitting on the floor, his books and clothes spread all around him.
"Takumi, what happened?"
The boy, only eight years old, looked up at him tiredly. "I want to get these downstairs."
"Remember what I told you? Don't bring down heavy boxes. Leave them to me."
"Mom said you can't bring them down because they're too heavy and you can't be tired. I don't want you to be sick."
Naoto grinned. "Takumi, it's just two boxes. It won't cost me much." He patted his little brother's head, ignoring the flinch that followed. "Besides, Dad is too busy downstairs with Mom. If no one brings your stuff down, we'll forget to pack it. Don't you want to have your stuff in your new room?"
Takumi nodded vigorously, but then his expression darkened. "Nii-san, is America far from here?"
"Yeah. But I promise we'll have fun there."
Takumi blinked and didn't look convinced. If only, he looked even sadder. He wanted to say something, but when he looked up and saw his older brother's eyes, he stopped. Instead, he stood and started picking his books and clothes. Naoto automatically stood and helped him as well.
"Takumi," he said after a few minutes of silence. "Are you scared?"
The boy finally nodded, but didn't say anything.
"I promise, Takumi. I won't let anything hurt you. So… mind giving me a hug? Come on, c'mere."
Takumi frowned, but finally stepped into his brother's arms. His body stiffened when Naoto embraced him, but he didn't move. As his brother stroked his hair lovingly, Takumi blinked away tears.
June 15, 2000
Philadelphia, United States
It was almost midnight. A huge fire was consuming a five-story flat, and there was no way the top two floors could be saved. The fire department tried their best, but sixty-five percent of the building was destroyed. Everyone was out, so at least there would be no casualties. But after a while of watching the fire, someone screamed.
"No! NO!" It was a Japanese woman, the one living on the fourth floor with her family. Her husband had her in a death grip, preventing her to bolt into the burnt house. "NO! MY SON IS STILL IN THERE! HELP HIM PLEASE! PLEASE!"
Everyone tried to calm her down, as the firefighters tried to get into the building from the highest window. They told her to keep her faith, and there was a possibility of her son being rescued. She kept screaming, but finally she collapsed against her husband, sobbing uncontrollably. Nobody could blame her.
Meanwhile, inside a bedroom with the name 'TAKUMI' hung on the door, amidst the scorching fire and suffocating smoke, laid a boy on the bed. His eyes were closed as if in a very deep sleep with no nightmares, and he looked so peaceful even though the building was crumbling around him.
A day after the fire, an officer in Philadelphia Police Department was typing the report of the fire. She sighed quietly as she filled in the names section.
Date: June 15, 2000
Cause of Death: Smoke Inhalation
Last Name, First Name:
HAYAMA, NAOTO (16 years old)
HAYAMA, TAKUMI (8 years old)
Poor boys, she thought sadly as she pulled the report from the typewriter and put it inside a folder titled Accidental Death.
May 5, 2010
Philadelphia Police Department
Lilly was reading the newspaper when she saw a woman standing near the door. She looked confused, as if looking for someone. Lilly watched as Miller went to her and talked for a while, before the female detective let her in. They made their way towards Lilly, who put down the newspaper in curiosity.
"Rush, this is Youko Hayama. Mrs. Hayama, this is Detective Lilly Rush. We're from Homicide."
Lilly stood and shook her offered hand. "Please sit down, Ma'am. What brings you here?"
"Thank you. You don't know me, but my sons died in June 2000. Our flat was burned down. It was ruled accidental, and we all believe it."
"I remember that case," Miller piped in. "I was in the area when the fire broke out. But… we're Homicide, Mrs. Hayama."
"Yes… here." She pulled out a piece of folded paper from her purse. It was a short newspaper article, and was dated April 29, 2010. Lilly skimmed through the words, and found out that it was about an upcoming concert in June 15.
"What's this?"
"It's for the concert in Shidou Academy. It's kind of… exclusive for… us."
Both detectives knew that she meant the Japanese students in this state. Lilly gave her a nod, not really caring at that moment. She continued examining the article. It was accompanied by a photo of a violinist, showing off the violin he was holding. Lilly read the small words below it.
Guest Star: Sachi Inoue, Japanese's world-class violinist…
"This violin is a Stradivarius. And look here." Youko pointed at the bottom of the musical instrument. If one looked carefully, there was a small black scar on it, as if someone accidentally scratched it with a marker. "I'll know this scar everywhere. Naoto made it with a permanent marker, he didn't mean it but—"
Tears started to stream from her eyes, stopping her speech. Miller stared at her sympathetically and offered her a box of tissue. "We'll take a look at this case, Ma'am," she said after she saw Lilly nodding at her. Maybe they could help.
"Thank you," Youko managed to say. "Thank you, thank you…"
A/N: Since this is Takumi-kun, there'll be slash elements. But as stated above, this is a case fic, and therefore it focuses on the crime. Reviews are much appreciated! ^^
