A/N: Haha—go ahead and laugh at this weirdness. Eventhough I already warned you this won't be continued—you guys still follow and/or favorite this—and now you made me want to continue this. Dammit. Also after series of self-debating—this will be rated "T" because of PG stuff and the summary got changed—for the better or worse, I don't know.
Title: "War"
Rating: T
Summary: A murdered mafia member was found in the sites of Namimori—one of the few beginnings of a new chaos in the Costa Nostra—while Kyoko Sasagawa faces her past to get answers from it. Let the war of time begin.
Pairing: Tsunayoshi Sawada/Kyoko Sasagawa (main), and hints of other pairings.
Genre: Crime/Hurt/Comfort
Warn: AU, ocs, ooc, TYL verse, police!Kyoko Sasagawa, police!Haru Miura, a bit of cursing here and there, inconsistent writing style, absurd, weird, not beta'd.
Disc: I don't own KHR.
Note: "END" is the end of a chapter, while "THE END" is the end of a story.
"Aww man!" A man in his mid-twenties walked cluelessly around the streets—his mood was soured by his boss earlier at his office—and throwing tantrums at random objects…randomly, making him looked like a mad-man by other passersby.
…Actually, his appearance did resemble a mad-man—instead wearing nothing or ragged clothings, it was a wrinkled business-suit and the hair was a bit messy—a workaholic mad-man.
"Damn that old bastard! Thinking he could boss me around!" he grumbled under his breath, "wait 'till I get a promotion—that'll teach him!" An evil laugh escaped his mouth as he turned left—not noticing the lack of people in it—and began to walk aimlessly; perhaps the alcohol he drank earlier had finally kicked into his system, he mused.
His steps were wobbled and knocked a few thrash cans on the way—sending shocks toward the once-sleeping stray cats in it—and tripped, landing his face on the mudded alley—it rained earlier, so the air was a bit damped and…iron?—he cursed loudly as he rubbed his nose, then noticed it was sticky.
He looked at his right hand and saw it was drenched in blood—and like any other normal person; he freaked out and started shouting nonsense—his pupils widen when he saw what the cause of the blood was.
A freshly murdered corpse; his pupil were wide and face whitened. His suit was drenched in his blood and on his chest and head had two bullet wounds—each.
The man hurriedly scrambled out to distance himself from the body—hoping the blood wouldn't come near him—and screamed at the top of his lungs as new passersby came to look what was going on in there—which she blanched at the amount of blood—and vomited, while the other immediately took out his phone and—with his trembling hands—pressed the numbers.
BEEP
BEEP
BEEP
BEE—
"Hello, this is Naminori's Local Police Station; how can I help yo—"
"There'sabodyinhere!"
"…can you repeat that again, sir?"
"Isaidthere'sabodyinhere!"
"…what's your current location sir?"
"N–Namimori s–shopping d–district—p–please g–get h–here q–quickly!"
"Understood sir—we'll be there as soon as we can."
BEEP
Central Police Station, Namimori City
"Hahi…another day, another overtime working hour…" Haru Miura sighed as she pressed her left cheek on her desk while Kyoko Sasagawa smiled weakly at her from her own desk.
"I think it's not that…bad, Haru-chan—you just need to think positive about it," she suggested, "like after we solve those murder cases, the families can know why their relatives were killed."
The brunette woman gave her a deadpanned look—"I already know that, Kyoko-chan."—and sighed again, wondering why on earth the crime rates were off the charts these days—seriously, they had already done ten cases this week alone—and silently cursing at whatever forces that made the current situation happening.
"Oi Sasagawa, Miura! We got another case!" Jin Kagami, their fellow colleage, shouted while Haru groaned.
"Again?" he shrugged, "NSD. Dead body. Pronto." throwing a brown folder at the two—Kyoko managed to catch it before the other could groan at him again—and jerked a thumb over his shoulder.
"Fine," she gruntted, taking her coat, gun, and bag at hand, "let's go Kyoko-chan."
"Hai-hai."
"Hahi! There's so many blood in here!" Haru blinked while examining the crime scene—the local officers had already yellow-taped the place before they got here—as Kyoko sniffed around.
"And the air is a bit damped too—by rain I guess—any luck on the body, Haru-chan?" she nodded; pulling out a wallet with her gloved hands.
"Whoever this guy, his wallet is pretty much clean—money and credit cards are still there."
"No ID?" the brunette shook, "he had them—just not in Japanese."
She cocked an eyebrow at her, "a foreigner?" Kyoko sighed, well, he does look like a foreign businessman—judging from his expensive-looking suit… "just great; of all the things, we got a foreigner murdered in here—we need to report this to the HQ." Pulling out her phone, she pressed the numbers of her boss.
Looking back, she eyed the man carefully. He looked to be in his mid-thirties and was a bit fit—if one looked closely at the covered arms, legs, and body; he probably kept in shape for his work, Kyoko mused—his hair was blonde and his wide-eyed pupils were blue while his skin was tanned—although a bit pale since he's...dead—from constant training, she guessed; but he was like any other typical Westerner.
BEEP
BEE—
"Any updates from the body, Sasagawa?"
"—ah yes sir. Judging from his looks and his ID cards, the victim is most likely a foreigner doing business in Namimori." she heard her boss cursed under his breath and raised an eyebrow. "Sir?"
"—just get back in here ASAP. I just want this to get over with before the next dawn."
"Yes sir!"
BEEP
She looked back at the kneeling brunette after putting back her phone to her pocket; a small question mark entered her mind when she saw a small frown on her friend's usual happy face.
"Something wrong, Haru-chan?" the said woman jumped but nodded.
"…not really, but his ID card looks kind of…weird—like he's in some kind of elite society." Kyoko blinked.
"…well, maybe he was. Didn't he even look like one?" she reasoned, "—by the way, in which language is it?—you know, the ID card—And what's the identity of the victim? Also, Fujisaki-san wants us to get back to the HQ ASAP." while Haru sweat-dropped.
"Hahi, slow down Kyoko-chan—you know I can't possibly answer all of them in one go."
"A–ahaha, g–gomen Haru-chan."
"Well, to answer your questions, Kyoko-chan; yeah he looked like a wealthy businessman, but the card was made by metal and it had some kind of shield and clam carvings on it. It's in Italian, but I think I could read a few words…"
"Then do it on the way, Haru-chan—Fujisaki-san's waiting for us right now."
"Hai, Kyoko-chan~"
"Well, from what I know, it says our victim's name is Daniel Viscotti, male, 36 years old—born on 8th July XXXX—and an Italian." Haru said; the two were driving in Kyoko's car, while the latter was driving it, on the way back to the Central Namimori Police Headquarters.
"Nothing else?" the orangette raised an eyebrow as she shook her head. "Nope, only his name, gender, birthday, and nationality—you know my Italian knowledge is limited, Kyoko-chan!" Haru pouted—Kyoko hurriedly gave her an apologetic smile, whilst driving the car in a moderate speed.
"Ah, gomen Haru-chan, you know I don't speak Italian, so I didn't know," the police headquarters came in view as she turned left, "but at least he's not a "John Doe", right?"
"…true," the other rubbed the plasticed ID card with her hands, "but I still wonder who would want to kill such a normal looking man—I mean, he didn't even looked like he could even kill an ant!"
Kyoko kept her mouth shut, looking grimly at the red light and the passersby—she already hit the brakes before the woman said anything—while a thin line plastered in her mouth.
"…well you know what they say, Haru-chan…" a sad smile curved on her lips while she eyed the woman beside her, "…you can never judge a book by its cover."
Just like he did, before they disappeared…
"O–oh, g–gomenasai Kyoko-chan…" Kyoko looked at her, giving her a confused glance.
"I…I just forgot about them—since you know…"
A small chuckle escaped her mouth as she drove the car again when the lights went green again—Haru-chan looks so flustered right now—I bet Shiro-kun would love a picture of her like this! smiling mentally about the small crush of their fellow traffic officer, Tatsu Shiro, toward her loveable—yet clueless about it—childhood friend—her eyes soften toward her direction.
"It's okay, Haru-chan," she smiled, "I mean, it's already ten years since that accident—anyone could've forgotten about that, including me—so it's okay."
"…if you say so, Kyoko-chan…" the black sedan stopped inside the building's parking lot as the two stepped out from it—they had already took out their bags whilst the said orangette locked the doors—and walked toward the building.
On the way, they saw their head officer, Dante Fujisaki, fuming at a piece of paper in his hands. Something bad was going to happen, she just knew it—Well, Kyoko sighed, I guess I have to say good-bye to peaceful breaks this weekend.
If only that such of thing was really that simple—but of course, the universe just loves to mess with lives—none of these would be happening.
It's just too good to be true…
"…-kun! …-kun!"
"…ood-by…Kyo…-chan."
"…-kun!"
END
A/N: …there—weird, absurd, and inconsistent writing—meh.
Though I wonder, since when did the 2795 fever came? (I noticed since the first time I came to this fandom—which was two years ago, I think—there were none. Maybe some, but mostly were back in the 2000-ish.) Okay maybe not fever, but seriously—since when?
*cough* …setting that aside; I'm having a poll about "which stories should I focus on to update?" thing, and now looking for a mystery and action beta (though, just being a regular beta would be nice) for this fic—for those who wants to do it, just tell me, okay? Anyway, any kind of reviews would be lovely, thank you. :D
Have a nice day.
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