She had a reputation.

A verry nasty reputation.

One rumor said that she had castrated a friend's cheating boyfriend.

Another said that she loved to shoot at guy's balls.

In truth, she had only shot around fourty people, and the castration wasn't a full one.

Noone wanted her pissed, and for a good reason.

Kaoru crouched down beside the puddle of blood, the large, gruff looking man was long dead. That's why she was here.

"Detective Kamiya, Homicide." Came an annoying voice.

"Takani." Kaoru cursed, turning on the snobby reporter.

"Detective Kamiya, do you have a comment?" she asked, holding out the microphone as her cameraman zoomed in on the murder victim.

"Jouse, get these two out of here. NOW!" she demanded at the patrolman.

"Yes, sir." He said, before shoving Megumi and her cronie out of the scene.

"And establish a crime scene here! I don't want media around, and confiscate that Fkn tape!" she yelled to noone in particular.

She was immediately obeyed.

"Miojin, get over here!" she yelled to her assistant.

When he was at her side, she turned toward him.

"Tell me what you see." she said.

"His head was fully cut from his body, a slanted cut, like an attack with a curved sword, There will probably be metal fragments. It looks as if he was facing his attacker. This is one werid case." he said, standing.

"That's what i thought." she said, standing.

She walked to her black chevy and got inside.

When Yahiko was in the seat beside her, she drove to the precinct house.

She finished the paperwork about an hour later.

She went home and stripped down to nothing, She slipped on her Yukata and crawled into bed.

Nightmares clouded her dreams, waking her often.

She always had nightmares.

She was called several hours later, Someone else had been killed.

She arrived soon after yahiko had, she immediately was given a wide birdth by the men on the Tokyo Police force.

Saitou was gonna pay.

She saw the man and ghasped in horror.

It was Saitou.

from his forehead to his abdomen was a long, open gash.

Protruding from the wound was a Red rose, a small peice of folded paper among the petals.

"Has anyone touched the body?" She asked Yahiko.

"Noone, sir." He said, staring at the commander in cheif.

"Good." she said, slipping on surgical gloves.

She slipped the paper out from the petals and stared at the note.

it was beautiful, hand-written japaneese on rice paper.

"Kamiya, a little present to my favorite hunter." The note said.

She turned it over.

"The reason will become apparent soon." it was signed "Love, Battosai."

The battosai was a hitokiri from the most recent Meji revolution.

He had disappeared after the battle at Kyoto.

She pulled a baggie out of her pocket and placed the open note in it.

She put the rose in another one.

She was called into the mayor's office early the next morning.

"I want this Battosai caught. the public is panicking, This man can kill the commander in cheif of the Tokyo PD, He has to either be cocky, stupid, or brave." Yakoi said, pounding his desk for emphasis.

"Yes, sir." Kaoru said, walking out.

"Time?" she asked the patrol officer she had first partnered with.

"New record, three and a half." He said, tossing her the stopwatch.

She grinned at him and walked out of the precinct house.

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