Roderich talks to much, bleh.

The man before him was tense, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, long fingered hands clutching the folder so tight his knuckles turned white.

"So..You're Roderich Edelstein, I believe?" Vash began, browsing through R.E's file, green eyes occasionally flicking up to meet Roderich's dark ones. "Co-owner of the HetaBallet, husband of Miss Elizaveta Herdevary?"

Roderich straightened his back. "Ja, that would be me." He huffed, glaring haughtily at Vash, crossing his legs.

Vash let out an irritated sigh, quickly scanning the man before him. Roderich Edelstein was wearing a crisp white blouse, slim fitting trousers and a purple coat which probably costed Vash's whole annual salary. Black, square glasses were perched on the tip of his nose, dark eyes looking down at him.. All in all, Roderich Edelstein radiated arrogance and vanity, and Vash didn't like him one single bit. Edelstein noticed Vash eyeing him and his thin lips curled into a smug smile, annoying Vash even further.

"I understand you brought a script with you?" Vash growled through gritted teeth, clicking his pen furiously.

Roderich's expression turned serious and he harshly thrusted the folder into Vash's outstretched hand. "It's selfmade," Roderich explained snootily, "Made by me and my-"

"You and your wife, yes, Miss Elizaveta already informed me about that." Vash interrupted in a bored tone.

Roderich snorted, crossing his arms. "Well, if you're already so well informed, Mister Zwingli, what do you want me here for?"

Vash clicked his tongue, lazily flipping through the script. "Information, Herr Edelstein, information. So, tell me about .." He threw a look at the front page, adorned by curly letters and one single feather. "..Wings."

Roderich licked his lips, running a hand through his hair. "Well, it is a more of a combination between ballet and modern dance than only classic ballet. The music is composed by me, in cooperation with Gilbert Beilschmidt, classical music mixed with modern dubstep." Roderich's nose scrunched up in disgust, implying that he didn't like the dubstep-or Gilbert Beilschmidt- at all.

"Most of the dances are choreographed by Elizaveta and the story is written by both Eliza and me."

Vash nodded, carefully writing everything down. "Okay, I see. The three of you made the whole thing yourself. Tell me about the story. What is it about?"

Roderich shifted on the crate, scraping his throat. "Well, it revolves around two iduviduals, one is tired of life, afraid of the future and doesn't know what to do. The other is careless, free, but also completely out of control. This is portrayed by two birds, one stuck inside the cage and the other one dancing on the outside. The bird inside the cage grows attached to the other bird, as the other bird shows him to the wicked world outside the cage. The bird tries to sort himself out as the other bird slowly drags him into insanity."

Vash raised one eyebrow. "Not exactly a happy story, isn't it?"

Roderich huffed, turning his head away from Vash. 'Not all shows have to be as sugary sweet as Sleeping Beauty or Cinderella. You clearly don't understand the purpose of dance, and art."

Vash resisted the urge to roll his eyes, picking up the script again. "So, the main characters are..." He quickly scanned the roles and character names. "... Caged Bird and Free Bird? Your character names aren't exactly original, Herr Edelstein."

Roderich's eye twitched. "Oh please, Herr Zwingli, Do not talk about things you don't understand. The birds have no name, no gender and no identity, only a personality and that's all the audience needs to know. It's only about emotions, expressed by dance. It's art."

Vash couldn't help but smirk at the annoyed face of the dancer before him. "I'm a detective, not an artist. It's not my job to understand the purpose of art. I solve crimes, not mysterious psychological dance drama's. Anyway, you play the Caged Bird?"

Roderich nodded. "Ja and Eliza was meant to play the Free bird. We thought the emotions would be more intense if a couple that was also a couple in real life would dance the roles. It makes the whole epression of love more realistic."

Vash wrote this down, before checking the characters once again. "And I presume, Francis took over Elizaveta's role as the Free Bird, when she broke her ankle? Did that make it harder for Francis and you to empathize with the characters, as you both weren't dancing with someone you also loved in real life?"

Roderich's expression turned cold and he straightened his back again, readjusting his glasses on the tip of his nose. "It's part of the job of the dancer to empathize with a role, so it wasn't too much of a problem for me."

"And for Francis?"

Roderich snorted. "He got into his character pretty quickly, even though it was originally meant to be a bird who showed more female behaviour. Elizaveta and I decided to make the birds genderless, but even if the bird had stayed female I'm pretty sure he wouldn't have minded dancing in a dress."

"You say that as if you don't like Francis very much."

Roderich glared at him, folding his hands in his lap. "I didn't like him very much, indeed. He was a very good dancer, yes, but I didn't like his outrageous behaviour. Extremely unprofessional: Sleeping around and arguing all the time! Utterly spoiled! Always trying the change the routines or the costumes or whatever, and the worst thing is: Elizaveta always gave him what he wanted!"

Vash blinked, shocked by Roderich's unexpected outburst. "Okay, thank you for your honesty. Now, another question: Where were you when Francis Bonnefoy was murdered?"

Roderich's answer came without hesitation. "I was in the theatre, with Gilbert Beilschmidt. We were trying out the music, testing how it sounded on stage. We didn't hear what was going on over the loud music but we saw people running towards the storage room. We followed them, we heard the screams of the others and immidiately knew something was off. Gilbert and I decided we would split up. Gilbert would follow the others to the storage room and I would call the cops. So I called the cops, and you, Mister Zwingli, came here immidiately."

Vash nodded slowly. "Okay Herr Edelstein, I think that's it. You may go now."

Roderich Edelstein stiffly raised from his seat, straightening his coat. "My wife would like for you to have breakfast with us and the other dancer. She really appreciates the work that you do."

Vash gave him a curt nod. "That's very kind of her, tell her I'll be there in a few minutes."

Roderich stepped forward, reaching for the folder Vash still had in his hands. "I would like to have "Wings" back, please."

Vash raised one eyebrow. "I would like to keep this for research purposes, Herr Edelstein, I'm pretty sure you have many other copies lying in your dressing room. Also, I would like to add that you and your wife both have very different opinions of Francis Bonnefoy."

Roderich Edelstein's mouth was a thin line. "Auf Wiedersehen, Herr Zwingli." He snapped, before turning on his heel and stomping out the door.

Vash Zwingli chuckled as the door of the dressing room slammed shut, putting R.E's file away. Roderich Edelstein was certainly full of himself, he thought, opening"Wings" again. His attention was drawn by a little book falling out from inbetween the pages. He picked it up, inspecting the purple cover. Week planner 2014-2015 He opened it flipping the pages until he found 29-3-2015, disappointed when he found an empty page. He chuckled to himself. What had he expected? That Roderich Edelstein had written down something like "Don't forget to kill Francis Bonnefoy today"? He scanned the little memo's stuck to the page, one was about a doctor's appointment, one was a grocery list and another one was filled with messy lines and music notes. There was one that stood out a little from the rest. It was a very tiny note, only reading: Pay coat, Chanel: $3000-

Vash gaped at the price. At least there was one thing he already had confirmed in this case: Roderich Edelstein was a prick with way to much money.

Zwingli Detectives

Vash Zwingli

Report: 3

Date: 31-3-2015

Crime: Murder

Place of crime: Building of the Hetaballet.

Victim: Francis Bonnefoy, 26, main role in "Wings"

Cause of death: Under investigation.

Suspects: Profession: Notes:

Arthur Kirkland,Ballet dancer,Found on the crime scene, strong hatred towards victim.

Antonio Carriedo,Stylist, was in the ballroom (according to E.H)

Gilbert Beilschmidt,Stage technician Was in the theatre (according to E.H)

Ludwig Beilschmidt,Stage technician/builder

Lovino Vargas,Decor painter, was in the ballroom (according to E.H)

Feliciano Vargas,Ballet dancer

Sesel Bonnefoy,Ballet dancer,Sister of the victim

Elizaveta Herdevary Ballet dancer/coach,Owner of HetaBallet. Broken ankle, not able to dance or work. was in the ballroom. Interrogated

Roderich Edelstein Ballet dancer, co-owner, dislike towards victim, Main role in "Wings", was in the theatre, interrogated

Feliks Lukasiewicz Stylist, was in the ballroom (according to E.H)

Bella Van Rijn Stylist,Was in the ballroom (according to E.H)

Natalia Braginski Ballet dancer

Ivan Braginski Ballet dancer, dislike towards victim

Yao Wang Ballet dancer,was in the ballroom (According to E.H)

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