Well, next chap.

Hypersensitive

Chapter Three

Allen Walker was working on a class listing.

Upon arrival at Student Affairs, there were boxes waiting for them. The staff was ordered to cooperate with the police, and to give them any and everything that had to do with Sarah Yeeger. They were also told to hand over any and all reports that pertained to Sarah, or what could have led to her murder. And where a certain report didn't point to Sarah Yeeger, directly, it was no coincidence.

Teachers at Breton University took student complaints and witness statements anonymously, and never revealed the identity of the student unless they were given permission. As a result, students could do all this without being labeled a snitch. Miss Cloud Nine, a professor in criminal justice and forensic psychology, had reported that one of her students heard two others whispering about "giving Sarah what's coming to her," just hours before the murder occurred.

Certainly no coincidence.

Naturally, Lavi and Allen went to her office to question her and get the student's name. The dean was there as well, insisting she report him. Miss Nine refused, though. "I'm sorry about Sarah, believe me I am. But you're asking me to name the student who's been giving me most of my reports, and he trusts me. I can ask him for permission under school policy, but otherwise, I can't help you."

Lavi and the dean were going to persist forward, but Allen waved them off. He asked Miss Nine if she could try and convince him to talk to them at the police station the next time she saw him, at which, she agreed. The detectives then left.

Now, Allen's patience and understanding worked well with dealing with witnesses, but not with working with his boss. Captain Cross Marian had insisted they find the student and had confined Allen to desk duty until they did. It may have been a better idea, but Allen wanted the student to come in on his own accord, not because he was being forced to. The idea was to build a trust relationship, especially since Miss Nine made a big concern out of it. If Allen had to guess, that trust was probably hard to earn.

"Detective Walker." Allen looked up from his stack of papers. Officer Tyki Mikk stood over him, dressed in his police uniform still after talking to some of the victim's friends. "There's someone here to make a statement." Allen looked passed Tyki to take a look at the person waiting. He determined the man to be a college student, by the way he dressed as well as the bag he carried. He assumed the Asian was between twenty-two and twenty-three, but with his sunglasses on, that was hard to tell. He also had on gloves, and he was rubbing his ears a bit.

"Thanks Tyki, I'll take him." The man had begun walking over before Tyki turned to invite him over. Allen stood before Tyki questioned him, holding up a hand as a means to silence him before looking at the man. "Before we start talking, perhaps we should change location. The light must be getting to you, sir." Despite only seeing the man's mouth, Allen knew that he caught the man off guard.

He soon nodded though, waiting for Allen to lead him elsewhere. They went to the upper level, where some of the lights needed replacing. It made things a bit dimmer, but not enough so that you couldn't see. It was upon sitting down that the man removed his glasses and revealed a pair of dark blue eyes. "How'd you know?" He asked the detective.

Allen smirked. "Not a lot of people own sunglasses that strong. I found that people usually keep them on when their eyes are sensitive to it. I figured this would make somewhat more comfortable; enough for you to take off your glasses and for me to see the upper half of your face." The man smirked at that; well at least this kid was smart. "Now, why don't you tell me why you're here, Mr..."

"Kanda." He introduced himself, casually. "The officer said you were one of the detectives investigating Taka's death. I saw the news this morning and decided I should tell you what I know before you came to ask me, yourself." Allen nodded, waiting patiently for Kanda to continue. Clearly something big if he wanted to avoid trouble with the police.

He sighed. "I'm a student up at Breton University. I'm studying Forensic Psychology and Criminal Justice." Allen sat straight at this; what a great start. "I met her last semester in Court Justice III. We weren't on the best of terms, but we weren't on the worst of them either." He began informing him.

"What do you mean?" The albino inquired.

Kanda pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly annoyed that he was talking about this all. "Court Justice I and II has you learn about the process in the course of a trial, rulings, as well as sustainable arguments. The third section of this course has you put these skills into practice through the school's court. Me and Taka were regular opponents, and occasional team members in handling student cases."

"So you were rivals." Allen stated. Kanda nodded. "Where did the nickname Taka come from, may I ask?" He questioned.

The latter smirked. "She made nicknames for all her opponents based on how they handled a case and got into the habit of calling us by those nicknames. So, I did the same for her. She called me Boa because I squeeze out all I can to make a case stronger, according to her."

"Like a boa constrictor." The younger male concluded.

Kanda nodded. "And I called her Taka. It's a Japanese word meaning hawk and it reflected her style easily. Oddly enough, it also represented the court proceedings between us." He admitted reluctantly. "Taka knew when to strike her prey. The fact that she was almost always versing a snake like me made sense because no matter how hard I tried, I didn't win as much as I wanted to."

Allen nodded again. It explained why he came down on his own free will. "Would you say that you hated Sarah."

Strangely enough, Kanda smirked at hearing that. "I was sore at her for losing so much, I admit that. As for the subject of hatred, I typically hate most everyone I come into contact with. Quite the contrary, at the end of the semester she was one of the few people I came to respect. I still called her Taka because that's just who she is, to me."

"Alright, then...when was the last time you saw Sarah Yeeger?" Came the next question.

Kanda shrugged. "Couple weeks ago. Caught me as I was leaving class to ask me about introductory class. Said she wanted to drop Civil Disputes IV and learn a bit about Forensic Psychology."

This didn't fail to catch Allen's attention. "Did she go into the course?" He asked the college student.

He nodded. "She said so. She caught up with me later the same day and said she had a three hour class every Friday at 5:30pm. Sounded excited about it."

"Did you have this class with her?" Allen asked.

Kanda shook his head. "No. My introduction class is on Wednesdays and Fridays from 10:30 to noon."

The albino nodded. "Do you know who her teacher was?" Kanda shook his head. "Alright, and what's your teacher's name?"

Again, for what felt like the thousandth time since he walked in, Kanda was smirking. "Miss Cloud Nine. Although, I think you guessed that on your own." He deduced.

Allen's brow rose. "And what makes you say that?" He asked.

Moyashi.

That was the first word that came to mind when Kanda saw the white-haired detective. He was both shorter and younger than Kanda, yet he was above the standard officer position. How'd this beansprout end up where he was today was most definitely because he deserved. He was able to discern more about Kanda within the first two minutes than what people could only hope to find out in two years.

All of the questions Kanda expected him to ask came out. Of course the police were going to find out about his heated feud with Sarah Yeeger, that was only going to take a matter of time. He was curious if the police knew anything about what he said to his teacher to Cloud Nine, though. Seeing Allen's head pop at hearing him say he was going for a major in Forensic Psychology was one thing. But seeing his eyes widen for all but a second after being informed that Kanda was taking an introductory course in forensic psychology only confirmed that the police knew of the report made on Friday.

"And what makes you say that?" The Beansprout asked him with a raised brow.

Smirk on still, Kanda replied: "Because your eyes widened at hearing I took an introductory course in forensic psychology. That means you have the report I asked Miss Nine to file on Friday." Allen nearly dropped his pen. The student came forward after all. "And since there's more to my statement, I suggest you pay attention, detective. I normally don't broadcast this, but as you know, these aren't normal circumstances."

Once he was certain Allen was ready, Kanda began going in depth on what he heard the two people say and how he heard them.

Well, that was a fast update. Hope you keep coming back, and more reviews, please! Those are encouraging.

~ K. Fang-sama