EPISODE 01: Femme Fatales Part 04 Morning

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The morning came, cruelly and finally. Roy opened his eyes, feeling a little headache, realising that he wasn't in his apartment. He gasped, feeling Link on top of him.

ON TOP?He thought, panicking a bit. But actually, it didn't feel so horrible at all. He just hoped that it would've felt horrible, extremely gross and everything in between, but he felt so warm and fuzzy. So cared… loved. He wrapped his arms around Link tight, hoping that the elf wasn't awake yet. He couldn't show him that he actually enjoyed being under him.

What would happen if you did so? His subconscious asked. And he didn't quite know the answer, he knew only that then Link would be with him even more and try to kiss him more and touch him more and… well, it didn't really sound that bad. If he only was a girl. He couldn't bring himself to love a guy.

"There's nothing wrong in loving a guy." He remembered what Link had answered him when he had freaked out when he had heard that the elf was in love with him for the first time. But there was. At least to him there was. He had always thought that he would marry a girl and love girls like he had before he had met Link.

I don't love him. He assured himself. Still, his hands pressed the Hylian closer and he nuzzled his nose to his neck, wanting to taste it, but held himself back by calling himself names. He shouldn't let the elf close, but every time he resisted, Link was somehow able of getting through his already weak defences.

He closed his eyes, breathing the scent of Link, the scent of an exotic forest. He didn't love him, he assured himself, but it wouldn't hurt him if he stayed there until the elf too woke up. He closed his eyes, already drifting to sleep in the warm hug of the Hylian.

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Link woke up on top of Roy, noticing that the boy hadn't woken up yet, otherwise he would've made sure he would wake up too. He gave him a kiss on his lips, trailing his hand down his chest and stomach, only to feel his body. He wished Roy would take it easy when he woke up, but that would be impossible. His temper didn't last that long.

He sighed a hot sigh on to the boy's neck, feeling how Roy snorted as if he was waking up.

Here comes the storm. He waited.

"Get off me." Was all the general said. He obediently rolled off him, letting out a grunt and feeling so cold although he was still under the blanket. Roy got up, he saw his muscular back as he sat on the edge of the bed, thinking.

"You know, Roy." He said, looking at the ceiling. "I did a little thinking at night."

"And?" The general answered, looking for his shirt.

"What do you think would happen to you if you accepted your love towards me?" He knew Roy wouldn't answer it truthfully, but he just had to ask.

"…I… don't know. And besides, I don't love you."

"Oh, yeah, sorry I forgot that." Link said kindly as if it had been sugar he had forgotten to add in his coffee.

The teen left to the living room, searching for his clothes, wondering what had gone into him last night. Yeah, he had enjoyed it, but he… he couldn't understand why he enjoyed it so much. He found his shirt and tunic both on the floor where he had obviously thrown them and dressed up in a silence, blushing furiously at the memories of last night.

He had just got all his clothes on when Young Link ran in and froze, seeing him there.

"Hi, Roy!" He said after a while.

Link ran to the living room, grabbing his tunic from the floor and looked at his miniature self. "If you say one perverted thing I'll strangle you and you'll never see Marth again."

"Okay. I won't say anything embarrassing." He said, taking something to eat from the fridge. "Em-bare-assing."

Link sighed, looking at Roy who blushed again at the small elf's comment. "Why can't I have been normal when I was a kid?"

"I… I think I'll be going now." The general said, leaving for the door.

"What time is it?" Link asked.

"It's ten past ten. You've really been up late last night." Young Link said, causing Roy to blush crimson and bolt for the door.

"Holy god, no! We're late!" They both left quickly, leaving Young Link alone.

"Well, I don't think I'll bother going to school then when they didn't notice that."

As if Link had heard him, the elf opened their door and commanded:

"You, lazy stump, get your butt to school."

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"How did you know I wouldn't have gone to school?" The young elf murmured in the backseat of a cab.

"You're me. I wouldn't have gone to school."

"Dammit. Sometimes I wish I'd be you."

"You will eventually." Link said cheerfully as the cab stopped in front of Young Link's school. "Have a great day, midget!"

"I will, giant!" The little boy answered cheerfully.

"A cute child you have there." The taxi driver said as he had closed the door.

"Yeah, he's a nice guy, but sometimes reminds me of myself even painfully." The elf answered, flashing the driver a happy smile.

"Well, kids take after their parents easily." He ascertained smoothly. "He's a good kid, that I know just by looking at him. Where's his mom?"

Link's smile disappeared. He looked a little sad for a moment, making Roy frown with sympathy. Suddenly, for a passing moment as fast as light itself he wanted to hold Link and tell him everything was all right, he would never loose anyone dear to him again. A little lie maybe, but it always worked. When he realised what he had thought, his eyes widened, he was so surprised. He wasn't in love with Link. He was only a caring friend. Yeah, that was what he was.

"His… his mother's dead."

"Poor boy. It must be tough for you too." The driver said, trying to sound compassionate. "I'm sorry."

"It's all right. It happened a long time ago."

They spoke about something until they reached the S.F.B.I. headquarters and Roy insisted on paying. Link let him, but not without trying to pay for him. Maybe Roy was only trying to prove that he wasn't a girl that needed to be offered everything, candlelight dinners, car rides, etc… It was actually kind of funny.

He led the way to his office, where Roy only picked up some papers and the knife and left, probably to make some kind of a profile of the killer. Of course, Link felt a little lonely and sad without the general, but when he reminisced about last night, how Roy had laid there under him so peacefully, letting him taste him and touch him, Link began to smile and whistle.

He did some paperwork, hoping the redhead would come back and ask him to accompany him to see Marie Caruso, but the general was somewhere doing his profiles. He decided to go alone.

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Roy sat in front of the computer, searching for background of all the three persons, Mrs. Ueda, Asuka Shiratori and Marie Caruso. He had found out that Mrs. Ueda hadn't played theatre in her whole life, she had only worked as a model when she was younger and still did it sometimes.

Asuka was a pretty normal student, she had had a few meetings with the police, mostly because of being drunk underage. She was a B student, worked part-time in a MacDonalds', lived alone in a small apartment in downtown.

Marie Caruso was an A student, obviously from a rich family herself, she had a brand new Chevrolet, own apartment in downtown, she worked as a model when she wasn't at school, sang in a school band and so on.

Roy sighed. He had taken the knife to the lab to be dusted to see would they find fingerprints on it and would they match with any of their suspects. But the results would take at least four hours to come. He tried to see what everyone of the women had hated in Mr. Ueda and which one of them would've been able of committing murder.

It seemed like Asuka was broken, torn by the loss of her love. She wasn't in a theatre club or anything like that, so she couldn't have acted her part so well. Also, Mr. Ueda paid for her studies, so killing him would've meant that money would've stopped flowing to her. She had no reasons to kill Mr. Ueda unless she was in such a state of horrible anger about the pictures that she had killed him and left the knife on her floor to be found.

Mrs. Ueda could've done it. As Asuka had said, their marriage was going downhill. Her husband was cheating on her with high school girls, sometimes spending the night with them. She could've killed him of anger to act as the widow and start looking for a new man. But then… she needed to be a natural talent, because she hadn't been in theatre either.

Marie Caruso, he would need to talk to her. Seeing how she would react to his questions would help in making a profile of her. But with the information he had, he concluded that she was an outgoing, nice, cheerful young girl, probably popular with the boys, aware of her own charm. Maybe Mr. Ueda tried to break up with her, but it wasn't fine with her and she killed him.

The general sighed again. There needed to be a way to make one of them confess. Asuka was the weakest, if they would start pressuring her, she might tell them if she knew something more than what she had told. He decided to give it a shot and walked to Link's office, which was empty. He sat down in the chair and began working through the list of numbers he still had. He had a few phone calls to make, and he would need to call Mrs. Hayama again.

That bitch… He thought, looking at her number in the list. He dialled and when he spoke to her, he didn't smile even once.

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Okay, there it is now. Only one more part to go! Woo! Any ideas who could the killer be?

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