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Warning: a murder-attempt, a theft, a murder, an angel, a twisted author and a mother's howling.

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:…: Satoshi to Krad

:…: Krad to Satoshi

(…) Dai to Dark

((…)) Dark to Dai

Italics: Thoughts to oneself.

Oro?

Chapter IV: the crime you've done will cry out.

Strangely enough woke Satoshi up in his own bed, and in his own body.

He knew… yes, he was absolutely sure that he indeed had fallen asleep during the party last evening.

So how come he was in his own bed?

Oh no… was he able to go to school?

Had he just slept and forgot how he walked home or had Krad…?

Almost sick of worry, although nothing was shown, he made up his mind. He had to find out the truth, time for damage-control.

: Krad.:

Only silence answered him.

: Krad.:

: Nhn?.:

: Krad, wake up.:

The entity stirred inside his mind.

: Krad, after I fell asleep last night, what happened?.:

: Nh…: A yawn was heard. : I didn't transform if you think that.:

The sea-haired boy let out a mentally sigh of release. Still, Krads manners was a lot difference than his…

: Now, let me sleep and go to school or something. I was up a lot longer than you, checking up that necklace.:

: So no one knows about you? In the class, I mean:

: Except the Wing Master? No, I even let that silly slut live.:

: Good, sleep tight Krad.:

For some reason he couldn't understand felt Satoshi a wave of pure amusement radiate from the blonde : Good night Satoshi-sama.: was heard and the art-piece curled up inside a dark corner of his mind.

Satoshi frowned at this, feeling that he had missed something, but shook it of, and made himself ready for the school. He could think about his curse during the lecture.

One and a half hour later, sat he by his desk and waited for the second lesson to start when his phone started to vibrate. He stole a glace on the screen.

'Hmm, from old Saehara?' He read the rest of the message. 'So, Fukuda-sans necklace is gone. Already?... I need to ask Niwa-kun about this.'

He put away the phone when the teacher came in. the old man had just put his purse on the desk, when Saehara burst into the room with the principle. The principle walked up to the teacher and started to whisper something, while Saehara tried to talk to the class. The teacher nodded and walked down from the rostrum.

"Have you heard the news? I…She…?"Saehara rambled something more incoherent, before the principle shut the boy up. The principle, a young woman with a reputation to not stand back during rough times when it considered the students of her school, nodded and walked up in front of the lecture desk so everyone could see her.

It was completely quiet.

"I have a dreadful announcement to make. Yesterday night, Ritsuko Fukuda-san was killed in her home. The police have not yet informed me how she died, and they would like to ask all of you some questions, seeing as most of you where at her… birthday-party, yesterday. I've agreed to their request and told them that everyone will talk to them briefly. If any one finds this insulting, please let me know and I'll tell you my reasons to this decision. However I find this subject quite solemn." She paused for a while, as if listening after any objections, fully aware of that she had everyone's attention.

"For those of you who feel you need to talk, professional psychologists, doctors and priests are at the nurse's office and in the red tent on the schoolyard. I will, of course let you know all the information I'll be given from the police. I will also let you off this day so you can be heard by the police and get over the shock. I will also take the moment to express my deepest condolences to her friends and would like you to send her family a thought. I've yet to inform the rest of the school, but wanted you all to get the information first."

She nodded to them and walked out from the room.

Someone started to cry, others tried vainly to both comfort their friends and sort out their own feelings and thoughts about the news. Others still tried to ask questions to Saehara who tried to answer the best he could, but he hadn't that much more information than the others.

"What? How did you know?"

"Ol' man is a police, remember. He…got the call yesterday, just after we came back home." Gone was the brazen journalist, and left was a young, shell-shocked boy.

"But it doesn't take long to drive from your place to…" click

"No." it was almost a whisper, but strong enough to be heard clearly. "Had the party ended a little bit later…" he didn't finish the sentence, he didn't need too, they all understood too well…

She listened to them, they were crying.

She cried with them, but if she cried false tears or not, she couldn't tell.

Probably not, she had liked Fukuda-san.

A man called her name. She rose up to walk into the rooms where the police held their investigation.

The only thing the officer saw was a shocked girl, with tears running down her cheeks.

No, she hadn't seen anything.

No, she hadn't heard anything.

She told them about the dress, the gem and the party. But being old news to the officer taking the notes, this was just routine-work worthy the newest officer.

"Niwa-kun? May I talk to you?"

"Hiwatari-kun? Err…sure."

They walked away from the others, before anyone of them opened his mouth. Suddenly Dai-chan glanced over his shoulder and asked a nagging question.

"Hiwatari-kun…errs…you are you…right? I mean you're Satoshi-kun…right?" Hiwatari stopped before he replied.

"Yes, I'm Satoshi Hiwatari of the Hikari-family, and that's brings us to the subject I wanted to talk to you about, yesterday and… Krad." He started to walk again, but only to spin around after a few steps and coming face to face with Daisuke. "Do you have to talk to the police or a psychologist, or can we go away for a while?"

"No…yes, we can take a walk. I've already talked to the officers about what I know and I can talk to you about my thoughts as well as an unknown besserwisser with a diploma."

That earned him a raised eyebrow from Hiwatari, but not a word was spoken until they had left the schoolyard behind them.

They ended up at the shore to one of the small ponds that was in the park. At this hour were the park almost deserted, so they could talk freely. Sitting on a jetty, looking on the duck's and the other seabirds Daisuke ended his heart-pouring ramble about how he felt. Satoshi had been a good listener and hadn't tried to stop him.

"So…" Dai-chan trailed off, looking a little bit confused. "You wanted to talk to me?"

"Yes, but… are you through?"

A nod.

Satoshi tucked a strand of blue hair, which had fallen into his eyes, out of the way and started.

"Yes, as you probably know, I fell asleep yesterday during the party and woke up in my own bed this morning. Krad states that no one should know about him, but I want to check that… can you fill in the gaps?"

"I think so…when did you fall asleep?"

"Last thing I remember is that… boring game when everyone was on a carpet."

"Oh, I know what you mean, Twister right?"

"Don't know the name, but it's from the seventies anyway."

"Oh… uhm…okay…let's see, you stared to like orange-juice after that."

"Yeah, Krad really likes that."

"Oh… but I have to admit, if he hadn't told me who he was, I wouldn't had notice anything. He even let Fuk…Fukuda-san… flirt with him.. you… you know."

Satoshi nodded.

"Good… and when it ended?"

"Oh? Oh!... you think…?"

"I don't know, I slept."

"Yes, but no. it wasn't him. Saehara, Mitsuko, me, 'you', and some more guys walked away when it ended. We left 'you'…Krad, a block or two from you apartment and he walked towards it…"

"Hn…maybe he told me the truth."

"Maybe."

They sat a moment in silence, lost in their own thoughts until Satoshi hit himself on his thigh.

"Something is bugging me, and I can't figure it out. It's something about Krad."

"Oh, can't help you there." after a moment he added, "although Dark's suggesting 'everything'".

A snort, then:

"No, it's not that." Satoshi sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I heard that Dark stole that necklace yesterday."

Daisuke's head flew up with a surprised look.

"No he…we didn't. It wouldn't had been a real challenge"

"But I got a message this morning telling me that it was gone."

But Dai continued to shake his head, until he started to giggle. "Dark wants know who stole it so he can steal it back."

Satoshi only smirked.

"The necklace name is 'the queen', and it can show itself from its best or its worst side depending on the situation. It'll always look beautiful on whoever's wearing it but… it'll also react with the viewers emotions…"

He noticed that Daisuke gawked at him and smirked again.

"It's a Hikari-piece after all… Anyway, I noticed that she drew the attention to herself yesterday, almost all the questions where about her. Maybe it was because she had a competitor…"

"A competitor?"

"Yes, the dress…" This made Daisuke laugh.

Neither of them knew Fukuda-san as a close friend. And even if they laugh they still mourned the loss. Hiwatari knew that he needed to make sure that the redhead didn't linger by this murder, that he moved on in life. He wanted the redhead to stay… naïve, trusting as long as his life granted it.

Hiwatari knew he needed someone to crack, melt or crush his icy barriers before he turned into a living reflection of Krad.

He needed a little bit of warmth so he could live, not much though. He still needed thick barriers to keep the blonde down, and his own pride would never allow him to do most of the things Niwa-kun did, but still…

"Is the art-piece sealed?"

"…no, but it's not a very dangerous piece either. She who created it, made it only because she wanted to be seen the times she wanted to be noticed. The necklace manipulates the viewers' emotions so they fit the wearer's mood. Apparently, Fukuda-san wanted us to admire her birthday-presents…"

"…and most of us did…"

The silence lasted for a five seconds long eternity…

"Yes."

"You didn't admire it…" It almost sounded as a grumpy, childish accusation…

"I'm a Hikari, I'm immune to… most… of our creations."

"Most of them?" Confusion had taken over in large red eyes.

"Yes…Krad…" The ice was back in the blue-haired teen's eyes, voice and manners.

"Oh."

They saw a man walk towards them from a distance, when he came closer; they saw it was old Saehara. When he noticed them, he headed straight to them.

"Good… I thought I was going to be forced to walk to the station to get your number. Um, may you come with me for just a moment sir?" The last part was directed to Hiwatari.

The young police commander rose and both men walked away from the jetty, while Daisuke stayed on the bench. "Sir we need your assistance in this case if you don't mind."

"No, of course not. But am I not too close to the victim?"

"No…I mean, the necklace is a Hikari-piece and it's gone, so we need to gather information about what happened to it. Checking up what happened to it so to say."

Satoshi nodded.

Encourage by this the older man went on. "Yes, and it can't fall into the wrong hands. By the way, we think that whoever murdered the girl also took the gem." He sighed, ran a hand over his head and cast a glance at Daisukes direction. "I've sent the files by e-mail and fax so you'll probably already have them by now. Nah, I really must be going by now. Work to do. Thanks for joining Sir." He nodded and waved to the redhead before he walked away.

When Satoshi came back to the bench they had been seated on he said: "Hn… back to work. Should I walk you home?"

"No thanks. I'll be alright. You go and find out who did all this …and find out what happened to that necklace …Dark wants to know…" The redhead blushed a bit, and smiled apologetically as if he wanted to take the edge off the meaning behind the words.

"I will." He didn't show that Krad had stirred at the redheads words.

And so, they separated.

Dark was not in a very good mood.

((I can't believe that anyone can steal a Hikari-piece and thinking that they can get away with it…))

(You do that all time.)

((Well, yes… but I'm special, very special.)) A bit of silence ((Yeah, I'm Dark Mousy, the Phantom Thief. I was MADE to steal Hikari art, and I'm not going to let anyone steal MY art-pieces.))

All the way home, Dark raged, chirped and ranted about himself, Hikari-art and the other thief's brazenness. He knew he disturbed Daisuke, and deep down, he also knew that he acted, the necklace wasn't that important (he would have another shot another time). It was a beautiful, yes, but not very dangerous. It was as the Creep had said, it was made to make people admire it or admire the person wearing it…or not.

The real reason for his actions was something Dai hadn't thought about yet, and according to Dark, didn't need to think about either. The real reason made even Dark horrified, and he acted for Dai as well as for himself.

Maybe he needed to talk to Creepy… or even better Krad, if he could catch the psycho in a non-psychotic moment…

He doubted it…

Satoshi sat on his bed, coldness embraced him totally. His mind, body, soul and even his heart-roots was frozen.

He had spent several hours reading the reports, formulas and files about the case, the art-piece and the Fukuda-family.

Five minutes ago had he found out what had been bugging him ever since the message that had been sent this morning, ever since he had talked to Krad when he woke up and the reason why he had felt slightly perturbed by the phrase Saehara had used in the park.

He knew now.

He knew that Krad knew about the necklace. He also knew that Krad knew he knew.

He could hear a soft chuckle.

:Took you long enough.:

He also knew that this meant that Krad hadn't gone straight home, whatever Niwa-kun said.

He had been at the Fukuda-home.

He must have been there.

:Yes, I was…: a grin followed those seductively low-spoken words.

'Shit, what should I do?'

DD: Yeah I updated WOOT! Now I only need to write the fifth chapter before I can update next time. Maybe after the exams… we'll see. Now, review and I'll give you a cookie.