Song: Inconvenient Ideal by Dir en Grey
It disappears without even being able to let out a word
Was it freedom that we won?
Feeling the body temperature of my dream and I pray
Everything gets twisted
Deep into the red darkness
This life I hold high and proud..
September XX, 2007
Evidence D of "Kiku Honda Case"
The following evidence is a letter from Suspect A—Heracles Karpusi—to our target of finding, Kiku Honda. It was found under our target's bed in a small box, untouched and not tampered with. The letter was written in Greek—it is assumed that Suspect A wrote to Kiku Honda in this language to make the letter unreadable to the other members of the household. The evidence has been translated as the following:
Last night, after I fed my cats and went to sleep, I dreamt of you, Kiku. I dreamt that you were by my side forever. I dreamt that we were happy and able to show our love without fear. It was so peaceful, Kiku. I wish that you could have shared the same dream as me last night, because I know that it would make you happy. I was extremely happy, and yet I was heartbroken at the same time. We can't be at peace together. We can't love each other without fear. I just can't take it anymore, Kiku. I know those guys are watching us, and I can bet that they're waiting for a chance to kill me. If only I knew what would happen two years ago, when I made that deal with them. I was stupid, Kiku. I didn't know you then, so I figured I had nothing to loose except for my own life.
I was wrong.
I met you months after that day, and everything changed. I looked forward to waking up, because I knew that I could see your face when I arrived at work. I started to hurry through things a little more, not by much, but I did. I wanted to show you that I could be as hardworking as you, so you would notice me. Did I need to try that hard? I guess not, since you came to me and confessed first. My heart nearly burst as your delicate lips spilled the words, "I love you."
Kiku, you are the breath to my life and the sun to my flowers. Without you, I'm dead. I'm dying Kiku, and it's not your fault. They'll get me sooner or later, and they'll get you if they discover you know about them. Please, Kiku, understand. I love you, but I can't risk endangering you. If you were to die…I can't even describe it. I don't want to describe it. So please, my love, stay away.
I will love you forever, even after I'm gone,
Heracles Karpusi
XxX
September XX, 2007
Evidence E of "Kiku Honda Case"
The following is a reply to the letter—Evidence D—from Suspect A, Heracles Karpusi. It was found in the abandoned apartment of Suspect A, kept behind the clock mounted on the wall. It is suspected that Suspect A left in a hurry, leaving the letter or forgetting about its location. This letter was written in Greek for the same reasons as Evidence D; however, this letter was written by target Kiku Honda. The letter has been translated as the following:
I have already dreamt that dream, and I have been dreaming it ever since the day you told me about your pursuers. You have told me to leave you countless times, and each time I have said no. Why do you think my answer will be different this time? No matter how many times you tell me to leave you for my own safety, I'll keep coming back to you, because that is how much I love you. Even if it means, death, I will love you. Forgive me for being so blunt, for I am not accustomed to such bold declarations of love and loyalty, but I do love you, Heracles. I don't want to live without seeing you.
Do you know why I love you? It is rather simple, really. I love you because of who you are. You always have a carefree expression on your face, and you're always so relaxed and confident in yourself. I could never be like that. I'm always so tense and worried about everything. You always speak what you think, and you never worry about trying to sound appealing to everyone. I always agree with the strongest spoken statement, no matter how ridiculous it is.
I remember the first time I began to notice that you were trying to impress me. Suddenly, you were always at my side, helping me and talking to me. I slowly realized what it meant; I nearly fainted from sheer joy. Yes, I was bold, for I was the one that confessed to you. But I just could not contain it anymore. I waited and waited for you to make the first move, but you were unsure about whether I would reject your or not.
I remember our first time in bed. It was purely amazing, I must admit, despite how embarrassed and nervous I was the entire time. We became one that night, Heracles, and I will never forget that.
After all that we've been through, I will not leave you. I have devised a plan, Heracles. I just cannot bear this any longer—your pain and fear as well as my own. I'll run away with you. Once again, I am being uncharacteristic, but desperate times do call for desperate measures. My siblings won't help me, though. They don't even like you as a person for reasons I myself do not know. I'll do whatever it takes. I'll have to do something to make them unable to find me…to stop me. I sound crazy, but my mind is rattled already by the events around us. Please, Heracles, forgive me if this all goes wrong. Hopefully, we can live together forever without fear or oppression. I will break away from my family—I will do something that will forever engrave my name in their hearts with hatred.
They will not find us, Heracles. We will be alright, so do not worry.
I will always love you, no matter what,
Honda, Kiku
"I can't fucking believe this," Arthur breathed, clutching the papers tightly in his hands. He could feel his throat dry as he read Kiku's letter again, taking in the pure horror of it all once more. Beside him, Alfred, stared at the last paragraph of Kiku's letter, his eyes wide in shock. Kiku, the perfect and quiet sibling, had written this. Kiku, the kind and innocent sibling, had planned the brutal assault on his family members without hesitation, all so he could be with his lover.
"How are we going to show this to Yao? The guy really loves his brother, and he's going to be heartbroken—no; he's going to mentally crack when he finds out that Kiku was planning on doing this for his lover. Man, how screwed up can someone be? Why practically massacre the people you've called family all your life?" Alfred laid back on the bed they were sitting on, resting his hands behind his head as a pillow. "Although, I got to admit, Arthur, that I would do something screwed up in order to be with you." He smiled at his lover, despite the flustered glare Arthur sent him in return. Arthur was never able to hide how he was feeling, and his glares weren't helping him at all. They only made it more obvious.
"Would you hush up?" Arthur turned back to the papers, chewing his lip. He felt like he was torn between two things—duty as a detective, and duty as a human being. His job required that all found evidence and possible leads were to be shown to witnesses and people that are familiar with suspects and targets, that way the case can be solved faster. But, as a human being, he could always keep the evidence away from Yao and try to find Kiku and Heracles without giving him the letters for any possible clues or viewpoints. Yao would be heartbroken and, as Alfred stated, cracked if he discovered this. Kiku was not the little brother everyone thought he was—a lover was more important to him than his own family.
"We have to show them to Yao, Iggy," Alfred said quietly, as if he had read Arthur's thoughts. "Not showing them to him will only make finding Kiku and Heracles harder. Besides, Yao might know who the people after Heracles are." The American sat up and kissed Arthur's cheek gently in an effort to relax him.
"I know, but can you imagine how him and his siblings will react? They're depressed enough as it is!"
"I know that, but we have to find Kiku and bring him back to them. I don't want to do it to them, Iggy, but we're going to have to in order to find Kiku."
"Damn it, why does our job have to be so…"
Alfred silenced Arthur with a firm hug. "Just shut up and let me cuddle with you," Alfred chuckled. Arthur frowned, but gave in to Alfred's tight grip around his waist.
A few moments later, the papers were on the floor of their hotel room, forgotten as the room became filled with the sounds of love and passion. By the time they both peaked, they had completely forgotten about the case, and the rest of the world itself.
"Good morning, my bitches!"
Mathias spat out his coffee, and then glared at Gilbert, who was currently standing at the kitchen door while wearing a cocky grin on his face. "Okay, dude, let me make this one thing clear, got it? NEVER call me your bitch again. The mental images are just fucking scary," the Dane grumbled, returning his attention to his coffee. He absent-mindedly rubbed the bruise on his cheek, which had received from Gilbert last night when his spying was all done. Apparently, Elizaveta beat Gilbert for being late, so Gilbert decided to return the favor to Mathias.
"Ah, good morning, Gilbert! How was your sleep? Was it filled with pleasant thoughts about moi?" Francis said with a sleazy smile, sending Gilbert a sultry look. He was in a relationship, and yet he flirted with every single and attractive man or woman in sight. "As if," Gilbert scoffed, "I'd rather dream about being eating pancakes. Oh wait, I did dream about that…" Francis' eyes sharpened.
"I've said it once, and I'll say it again. Do not get near mon cher Mattieu."
"What? I have every right to hang with Mattie! We're tight, dude! Relax, I won't fuck him when you're not around, if that's what you're thinking."
"Don't do anything with him that might be intimate!"
"Well you're a walking mattress, so why the fuck are you so protective of him? You're having several affairs, you bastard, and Mattie will hurt if he knows!"
Ivan walked into the kitchen that morning to hear the bickering about Matthew once again. He frowned and rubbed his eyes, trying to make his vision clear once again. "Hm? You two really need to stop fighting so early. It makes me mad," Ivan grumbled, glaring at them though hazy eyes, "Why isn't Comrade Ludwig stopping the fighting? He always does, da?"
Mathias groaned and set down his mug of coffee. "Ludwig went out to hang with Feliciano. He says it's to keep the tensions between us and Feliciano's brother's mafia, but I can see through it." The Dane turned and smirked at Ivan, even daring to wink at the grumpy Russian.
Gilbert nearly grabbed Mathias for that gesture alone, but it was the comment that ticked him off the most. He reached across the table and grabbed Mathias by his hair, yanking him upwards to face him and his angered expression. "Do not insult my brother, damn it. Him and Feli are good friends, so don't imply anything about them, Mathias!" He released Mathias' hair and shoved him back into his seat, smirking at the baffled and pained expression Mathias now wore on his face. It gave Gilbert pride to see that he had caused pain—a similarity between him and Ivan.
"So, I bought a sunflower yesterday," Ivan piped up, smiling.
Everyone turned to him, blinking in surprise.
"What? ...Oh yes, oh! Now I remember. Um, yes, it is a lovely sunflower, mon ami," Francis chuckled lightly, a slight tremor in his voice. Ivan's smile didn't even weaken, even as the others nervously chuckled along with Francis, their hearts beating with fear. "I was thinking about buying a lot more," Ivan added, "That way, the one I have doesn't get lonely in that vase. That is a good idea, da?"
"Yeah, you go do that." Gilbert grabbed Mathias' mug of coffee and drank all the was left, ignoring the cry of protest from Mathias, and rushed out of the kitchen. "Anyways, I have a meeting with one of our supporters! That Toris bastard is becoming a pain in the ass. I'll tell him that I'll send you over to see him if he doesn't cough up that damn money."
Ivan felt like he was alone. They didn't undestand him, and they never would. He could take all the time in the world to pour out his heart to them, and they wouldn't understand a single bit of it. He was a monster. A monster that no one could ever understand. Ivan bit his lip and turned, leaving the kitchen for his bedroom. He viciously yanked open his closet and pulled out his clothes, and then yanked them on as quickly as he could. "Where are you going?" Francis called from the kitchen, only to be ignored.
You don't understand me at all. I talk and no one listens. It's always about your fucking little problems about sex and alcohol. You only listen when it involves our business, and even then you order me around! Ivan brushed past Mathias and Francis, ignoring them. "Yo, where are you going?" "Mon cher, will you answer us? Hey!" You don't understand me. You never will, Ivan thought angrily.
Only one person seems to understand me...
I finished my science fair project, so I had time to update!
I changed the rating to M because there WILL be a lime scene between Ivan and Yao in future chapters, as well as other characters. So this will be my first smut-ish fic! (One that actually describes, anyways).
NEXT CHAPTER HAS FELICIANO, LOVINO, AND ANTONIO~! You'll get to see mafia!Lovino.
And please review. Adding it to alerts and favorites is great, but reviewing is even better!
