Author's Note: Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry for the delay I know I promised to upload sooner months ago when 3 reviews were up and I failed to do so. Ah again I am very sorry. I made this chapter very long to make up for it. So enjoy~
I do not own the following quote or the characters Tadase Hotori, Amu Hinamori, or Ikuto Tsukiyomi or the show Shugo Chara, they belong to Peach Pit.
Chapter 3- Revolve
"A revolution has begun today for me inside
The ultimate defense is to pretend
Revolve around yourself just like an ordinary man
The only other option to forget
Does it feel like we've never been alive?
Does it seem like its only just begun?
To find yourself just look inside the wreckage of your past
To lose it all you have to do is lie
The policy is set and we are never turning back
Its time for execution; its time to execute." - 30 Seconds To Mars
The fact finally sinking in, I felt a sigh pass my lips and a slight pain before once again I felt absolutely nothing. I stood there for what felt like an eternity. My gaze fixed on the fingerprint stained door with the tissue still in my tight grip. I only moved once I saw a figure make the door creak open. It wasn't her; it was just the officer who was coming for the morning shift. He looked at me with a confused expression plastered on his face.
"Something wrong, Chief Hotori?"
I shook my head only to get myself out of my previous state as my blank expression automatically settled itself on my face. I looked at him.
"Fine, just tired. Put this information in the database and see if you can find any information on this missing case. I'm hoping for at least a small amount of information by the end of the week, is that understood?" I numbly went to the desk and handed him the file that gave me a burning sensation with the touch. He looked it over for a moment before nodding.
"Yes sir, Officer Hotori." He quickly moved to the desk and went to work typing on the old computer as he focused on the computer and the digital words and pictures on the emotionless screen. I looked him over for a moment before my glove-covered hand pressed against the glass opening the door to the world outside my office. I lifted my hand to protect my eyes, I hated the sun. My feet felt heavy, standing where she stood moments before. I shook my head; I thought I was done with this nonsense once I separated myself from everyone especially from everyone we both knew. But apparently I was doomed to always fall back in a place of self-pity with the memory of her.
I was hoping my theory was wrong and that once the case was solved and we found her fiancé, I would never have to see or deal with her again … I tipped my hat, a habit I grew to feel indifferent about, as I started the long way home. The town was rather silent even though it was a weekday, I didn't know whether to love or hate the moments I was alone, by myself with my thoughts. I stuffed my hands in my pockets as I swatted my blonde hair out of my eyes. The walk home seemed longer than usual as I soon saw early working men hurry out of their homes and kiss their wives and children goodbye, not knowing some would possibly say goodbye forever…
No matter if things barely happened in this town, whenever they did they were horrendous and I had to see it all. Sisters, brothers, aunts, uncles, moms, dads, girlfriends, boyfriends, husbands and wives all gone forever, some doing this act themselves. Being a police officer gave me the solitude and reality I needed, to forget her and yet it tied her to me again. Reality was very cruel. I felt myself halt as I looked down at the concrete, at my feet.
I looked up for a moment, not only was I in Seiyo Academy grounds but I was in front of the observatory. I remembered I always came here as a child whenever I was worried about something and I wouldn't even know I was walking there most of the times. I huffed harshly as I soon turned around and walked straight to my home, which was far away from this place. Nothing was going to be solved by the past. The person I was, the one who came there for simple solutions was dead and I was going to keep it that way.
As I walked in I took my police hat off with my slightly dirty white gloves. I proceeded to take my jacket off and hang it up on the broken coat hanger. As I started to loosen my tie I looked around at the sad excuse of a home I forced myself to live in. One bedroom, one bathroom, small kitchen with an old self lighting stove, no living room or dining room, small black and white television next to a box of old cases and photos of my past with the words dispose written in black sharpie from years ago. I rubbed my eyes from the fatigue of seeing such a dull apartment on a daily basis.
I fell on the couch, an arm over my eyes. I never needed to smoke a cigarette this badly for years now. Not since I had to quit smoking to become a police officer in the first place. Smoking use to ease some of my stress but now I couldn't turn to its sympathetic arms. I huffed, my breath making a puff in the cold air.
I had a heater but I never used it, I found myself hating warmth as time went on. I took my arm off my eyes and just looked at the ceiling and eventually falling asleep; trying to think about what it would feel like to be happy again. It had been so long, that I found I had forgotten and failed to imagine what it would feel like at that moment…
I awoke to the ringing of my phone. I yawned into my palm before I looked at my watch; it was 4:30 pm. I sighed as I picked up my phone and checked who would call me. It was the police office. I flipped my phone open and answered it.
"What is it?" I spoke in a groggy, monotone voice.
"Chief, we found some information on the Tsukiyomi missing case, we think you should come down to the station and see it for yourself immediately. When can you get down here?"
"Wow, already?" I sighed, it wasn't like I had anything else to do and the sooner this case got solved the better. "I'll be right there." I hung up before I sat up and ran my fingers through my hair. I cleared my throat, it felt like the previous moments were a dream before I answered the call, it was a somewhat disappointment that it was not. I put my hands on my knees and lifted myself off the couch. I looked out my dingy window for a moment; the sun was starting to set. I wouldn't want to go outside if it was not. I grabbed my police uniform and put it on, making sure nothing was out of place.
I kept the lights out during all times of the day and night and so I didn't have to bother myself with turning them off when I left. When I started walking towards the station I made sure that I kept my head clear as to not wonder to far from my destination once again.
Once I got there, most the officers were starting to leave since their shifts were over and there were no real emergencies. I headed to the back to the discussion room; it was pretty self-explanatory for any new officers we had. I walked in silently as I usually did and sat at the far end of the table where the Chief sat for these sort of things. They soon surrounded me with papers and computers. I grabbed one and read it over. I put it back on the table.
"What is this? Explain."
"Chief, you see the man we are looking for seems to be in a troublesome situation and it hard to tell why he is missing. You see, many people are looking for him. We are not entirely sure but we have reasons to believe that he owes a lot of people money for bad investments and it says here he has some disorderly conducts in his name for plain reckless behavior. Many of the people he owes money to have been or are in jail for 'accidental' death or injury of someone while intoxicated. So we have concluded that he disappeared by himself or a hit man made him disappear."
I nodded in understanding; he hadn't changed a bit since I last saw him years ago. It really was a shame he put himself in this sort of position. "I see, so we have a lead. Is that it?"
"No, we called in his fiancé, Hinamori Amu today and told her and she pointed out a few people she believed he associated with for money some who have escaped from jail a year or two ago. Since she lives with the missing person, is closely connected to him and is a journalist on the gambling cases we know she could be in danger and we told her this but she refuses for anyone to watch over her or relocate her—"
I put my hand up for them to stop talking, I took a breath as I rubbed my temples. This case was giving me a headache. I thought for a moment before I spoke. "If she refuses our efforts to protect her than she must be gutsy or know what she is doing. Excellent work let me know if anything else comes up." I stood up and started to make my leave before Officer Sutcliffe stopped me.
"Chief, excuse me, but you did not let them finish. She refuses to be watched by anyone except for someone in the law she seems to trust and the only one she could name that is not retired or on another case is you, sir."
It took a moment before the words processed but when it did I was left to clear my throat from how dry it suddenly got.
