A/N: And another chapter of one of the most difficult stories I've ever written! Last chapter the first member of 3-E appeared…how is the class involved? Who is the killer? That's a hell lot of questions I have yet to answer.

I've also written another Assassination Classroom story and I am really self-conscious about it, because it's a song fic and stuff…pretty graphic. Also, to everyone who likes Fairy Tail, I write some one shots in a magical stoner AU, where they enjoy some "plant magic".

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Detective Tsukii sighed when he exited the train. As expected, it had been stuffed to the brim with people. All he now wanted was to have a drink, smoke a cigarette and relax. Maybe he could talk to someone or hook up with someone for a change of things. The bar he visited from time to time was known to be a place dominantly serving people that had interest in the same sex, although heterosexual people went there as well. Still, not many people knew about the bar, so it was a little on the quiet side.

After a few minutes of walking to deserted streets, he stood in front of a door with a blue neon sign saying "Gravity Wave". He sighed again and opened the door.

The air in the bar was surprisingly good, not much smoke was lingering there. The interior was comfy and calming music quietly poured from hidden speakers. After all, this place was meant to be an oasis, a safe haven compared to the hectic world around it.

Tsukii sat down at the counter. As the barista came over, he ordered a scotch. Looking around, he saw that the bar was unusually empty; maybe because it was still rush hour. The only guests were two males sitting a few seats away from him. One had a slender build and blue hair, the other one had black hair and was tall and muscular. They were talking, smiling and taking an occasional sip from their drinks.

Tsukii looked more intensely at them. The guy with the black hair seemed a little familiar, but what really drew his attention was the blue haired guy. First, his hair was just too impressive; second, he was a trap, something Tsukii immediately recognized. After a few minutes, they turned around and went over to him.

"Hey!", they greeted with a smile on their faces.

"Good evening.", greeted Tsukii politely.

"We saw you throwing a few glances in our direction.", said the blue haired one with a smile.

"Well, erh…", tried Tsukii to explain.

"Don't worry, I'm used to it. My name's Sugino.", said the black haired one. Tomohito Sugino, the famous baseball player. No wonder he looked familiar., thought Tsukii.

"And my name's Shiota.", said the blue haired guy. "And you're?"

"Ah, my name is Tsukii.", smiled Tsukii. He saw how Sugino's eyes briefly glanced a bulge on his chest; it was his gun. "Oh, I'm a cop.", said Tsukii.

"A cop? Really? I hope you don't arrest me.", laughed Shiota.

"As long as you're innocent, I won't."

"Thank you.", smiled Shiota. "Now, how is being a police officer?"

"Ah, it's not as interesting as people tend to think it is. A lot of paperwork.", answered Tsukii.

"Hoh? No interesting cases?", asked Sugino interested. Tsukii thought a little.

"Well, since it will be all over the news tomorrow, I might tell you as well now. I'm investigating a murder case.", said Tsukii.

"A murder? How horrible. What happened?", asked Sugino.

"A man was stabbed downtown. We have yet to find witnesses. I suppose you haven't seen him?"

"Well, usually I'm not hanging around downtown. It's too dangerous for someone small like me.", smiled Shiota sheepishly.

"Don't worry, the police protects innocent civilians.", joked Sugino. "Especially this gentleman here, right?"

"Yeah.", said Tsukii with a small blush, surprising himself. This Shiota really seemed to be something extraordinaire, fragile yet strong. Tsukii couldn't really describe it, but Shiota was alluring and attracted him. Shiota giggled a little.

"I guess we'll be going now.", he said and brought his face near to Tsukii's and whispered in his ear. "I'll be here tomorrow too...", he said with a suggestive tone. Tsukii's eyes widened slightly, and he looked at the leaving men.

Tsukii had left the bar maybe half n hour later and went straight home. His head was spinning a little; the blue-haired guy possessed his thoughts. Better go to sleep., thought Tsukii and did exactly that.

When he stood up the next morning, he felt refreshed. His thoughts now clear – although the Name Shiota still was lingering in the back of his head – he was ready to go to work again. Today would be an important day.

He arrived at the office and grabbed a coffee. A few sheets were lying on his desk. He looked through them. Apparently the victim hadn't left a last will, and his bank account was rather unimpressive, just a few thousand Yen.

Why did he have so much cash? Where did the money come from? What did he plan to do with the money?, thought Tsukii. Indeed, it were fundamental questions. Considering Yoshida's past it was most likely some shady business. But what? Drugs? Arms? They didn't find a single clue in his apartment; the computer was still not analyzed, though. I should visit his company.

After making a few calls, Tsukii drove to another tall building in the middle of the city. It was rather close to the governmental districts; although the building was really tall, it held just a single company.

Tsukii went to the receptionist. "Hello, my name is Detective Tsukii. I have an appointment with Mr. Mori.", he said, showing his badge.

The girl behind the counter looked at her screen, and said a few moments later: "Tenth floor, he's waiting for you."

When he exited the elevator on the tenth floor, a middle-aged man in a suit stood in front of him. Another stereotypical office worker., thought Tsukii.

"Detective Tsukii? My name is Mori, I was Mr. Yoshida's boss. I guess you have a few questions?", said the man. Tsukii nodded.

"Can we maybe take that to your office?", asked Tsukii.

"Of course. Please follow me."

The two sat down in a small office.

"What exactly do you do here?", asked Tsukii.

"Basically IT stuff. Every floor has a different department specialized in something else. We for example were helping the government converting their files and stuff.", said Mori.

"So you work for the government?", asked Tsukii.

"Yes. At the moment my department has a job from the Ministry of Defense.", confirmed Mori.

"Hm. Well, I'm pretty sure you are aware of Yoshida's background...was it alright to let him do such..." Tsukii thought of an appropriate term. "...delicate work? You work with some files kept in secrecy, am I right?", asked Tsukii. Mori nodded.

"Of course we were aware of his past. But we decided that he wasn't a risk or threat to someone, be it a person or the government."

"And yet, he's dead...", mumbled Tsukii. "How was his behavior at work?"

"He was always on time, but always a little cold. He had no friends here, neither rivals nor enemies. He was just a small worker. He was left out, but it seemed to be mutual.", said Mori.

"Thank you for taking your time to speak with me.", said Tsukii and stood up. He left and drove back to his office. He had to do the worst part of his job...paperwork.

A/N: This chapter was really short, but I didn't want to write a cliffhanger. And for all those that are throwing a tantrum right now, I plan no shippings for this story. So if a character, be it OC or 3-E or anything else begins a relationship/has an intimate moment with someone, it won't be out of a love interest. Well, that's nearly a spoiler, but who cares. Next chapter will be really long, promise. Over and out.