The officer rolled his eyes in irritation, but got up from his chair and strolled slowly to the curtain. Katsuaki's hand went to the white cotton drape and pulled it open slightly so he could peak his blue-covered head through the opening, "Has any of you found the idiot's clothes?"

The ginger-headed Kyoko, at those words came to him with a small heap of black clothes in her pale arms, "Are these them?" Her voice was at her normal professional tone, she used to having to find the rape victim's clothes ((if they were left even)).

Katsuaki shrugged and turned back to Inu Sasha to speak, but the smaller demon spoke before him, "Is there a black jean in there? The brand Vitamin Z?"

Kyoko raised an eyebrow at the question but complied to his question, rustling through the bundle and found the tiniest pair of jeans ever, the waist so minuscule she could fit both of her thin but smooth arms through the waist and they being trapped in the black denim, "Yes…"

"A black Nightmare Before Christmas hooded sweatshirt?"

Insert the sound of rustling clothes here, "Yes…"

"A Stone sour black tee-shirt? Size XXS?"

"Yes." This man obviously either committed to memory what he wore, he was a metro sexual, or Katsuaki was right: the man barely wore clothes in his childhood and teens, so he was overly protective of his clothes.

"Black DVS Shoes style profile size 1.03 shoes?"

"Yes."

" Red and black plaid boxers?"

"Erma…. no."

Inu Sasha was instantly at the hole in the curtain, his small and thin arms holding the white cover around him, "What the hell do you mean 'no boxers'?"

Kyoko held up a lacey black thong, her eyebrow cocked more, "You call these boxers?"

"I might be gay, but I don't wear thongs. They keep shit too bundled, if you know what I mean…. oh gods…. don't tell me, " Inu Sasha's face went to a priceless look, "he stole my boxers…." Inu Sasha, in embarrassment, roughly grabbed the rest of his clothes, leaving the thong with her, and turned around to see the now hysterically laughing Katsuaki, who was holding his belly and had tears rolling down his face and over his blue stars, "You shut the fuck up and get the hell out. I don't need you watching me change."

It took Katsuaki two minutes stop laughing and to get out of the room. Once he was out, he began laughing again, this time Kyoko adding to it with her quiet little laughter. Katsuaki caught his breath, "That was wrong…so wrong. But what I don't understand is this: if he used to be a stripper, how could he have been one if he didn't wear a thong, no less a g-string?"

Cursing could be heard from behind the curtain, "Shut the fuck up!"

The white haired demon sat in the integration chair, his amber eyes staring at the two-way mirror. A door opened and Katsuaki walked into the room, pulling several heavy bulky files on a cart while carrying his Cuban coffee at thee same time. After he was done with his 'balancing act', he was in a chair on the opposite side of the table and was being stared at by the other man as Katsuaki pulled a blue file out of the stack with a blue-ink ballpoint pen in his hand, pulling out several papers after he casually peered into it, and set them on top of the now closed file. On the papers were either photos that were taped, glued, or paper clipped to them, bios, reports, or reviews. Katsuaki pulled out a certain paper with a blood-spattered crime scene on it and he spoke, "Is this you, Inu Sasha?"

"You know god damn well that that is me." Inu Sasha growled angrily at the officer without looking at the paper.

"Just look at the damn paper and answer the question. You know the drill."

Inu Sasha looked up at him and then at the paper, his eyes wide as he remembered when they had found him after so many years. It was a photo of a small famished him laying on an old bloody futon lifeless, his snow white hair spread around his naked bloody body and his eyes closed. He quivered in the memory and nodded yes.

Katsuaki nodded and put those papers away, pulling out another pile of paper with these having blank line on them. He wrote Inu Sasha name down on the name line then twenty-four on the age line. "Where were you for the rave?"

"Afterlife…"

"What drugs were you taking?" Katsuaki said after he wrote down the club's name.

"PCP, weed, some coke, and probably something else."

"Well you react dangerously to GHB, so it was probably that what made you knock out." Katsuaki wrote them down and asked, "How much?"

"Ummm…I forgot how much of PCP, but I had three joints and about ten lines of coke." Inu Sasha closed his eyes, "Don't start with that 'you should be dead' shit. Know I should be."

"Do you remember anything from the r-"

"Shut up, Ii don't want to talk about it."

"Inu Sash-"

"No, shut up and let me out.' Inu Sasha growled, his eyes on the door.

Katsuaki sighed and nodded at the two-way mirror and the door opened. Inu Sasha stood up and walked out quickly. After Katsuaki began to pack up, Kyoko walked in, sighing, "This is just going to keep on happening. He's never going to stop." She rested a hand on his shoulder.

"I know, darling. But did you notice on his arm?"

"No, what?"

"On it said 'Save Me'. He wants to be saved." Katsuaki looked at her.

"He will, the easy or hard way…" Kyoko assured him.

"I know, I know."

AN: Yeah, Katsuaki and Kyoko are married to each other. I really want votes and everything. Please tell me what you think!