Disclaimer:
DR: Okay...okay, interrogation now. I can do this. Just like in Bones.
DragonRider: Are you...sure you should believe what you see on TV?
DR: Nope! :D But, It's the only thing I have to go off of, so it's gonna have to do.
DragonRider: Try not to forget you don't own-
DR: Shut up. Just shut up.
A/N: Black*Star fans...I am...so...so irrevocably sorry. I had to find a way to make Black*Star look suspicious and...well...Just don't kill me, please. It was partly NightMare's idea anyway! *points*
NightMare: WTF?!
Anyway, enjoy the story! :D
Trust No-One
Chapter 4:
Kid's shaking had increased dramatically. He managed to keep his hands in his lap, but they were trembling uncontrollably. If it were possible for him to get any paler than he was, he had. Liz sat next to him, mouth hanging open and her face about the same shade of white that Kid's was. Kid let out a shaky breath, wiping sweat from his forehead and looking down at the ground.
"Maka...was what?" he asked, voice quivering.
"She was raped?!" Liz screeched incredulously. Mortensen, sitting on the couch opposite her and Kid, nodded solemnly.
"How do you know this?" Kid demanded, fighting to keep his voice steady.
"Her partner found her this morning bound and gagged in her bed and called. Says you're her boyfriend?"
Kid nodded, biting his lip.
"Have you two ever fought at all? Any arguments?"
"No, actually. We got along quite well."
"Said partner also says you were at a dance with her last night. Is that true?"
Kid nodded again. "We were all there. Me, Maka, Soul, Liz, all of our friends."
"How long were you there?"
"I was there until eleven or so."
"You left without Maka?"
"She said she was going home with Soul."
"Really?" Mortensen asked disbelievingly. Liz nodded and leaped to Kid's defense.
"It's true. She said she was going to leave with Soul. I heard her."
"Uh-huh." Mortensen still didn't believe them. "Now, that's funny," he said, leaning forward, "because Soul said she left with you."
"I was going to bring her home, yes," Kid insisted, "but when I asked her, she said she was already going to leave with Soul. So I kissed her and left."
Mortensen nodded slowly, like he still didn't believe him. And Liz knew cops enough to know that he didn't. But he continued anyway.
"So where were you between, say, midnight and seven o' clock this morning?"
"Asleep."
"You're saying you know nothing of Maka's whereabouts after that?"
"Nothing. I assumed she went home with Soul, just as she said."
"So..." the man's partner finally spoke, "what we've got so far is Soul saying she left with you and you saying she left with him..." he met eyes with Mortensen, "so now we just have to figure out which one of you is lying."
There was a tense silence, then finally Kid said, "Black*Star. I'm sure Soul gave you contact information for him."
"Those two are inseparable," Liz piped in, "if Maka left with Soul, Black*Star would've seen or at least known something. Those two don't even lose a tooth without each other's okay."
There was a bit of a silence, then Mortensen sighed and stood up with his partner, giving Kid and Liz a curt nod.
"Thank you for your cooperation," he said before the two walked out.
There was a sudden knocking on the door. Black*Star, locked up in his room, didn't hear it past his earphones, but Tsubaki did. Curious, she walked out of the kitchen and opened the door to two men standing on the front porch, both darkly dressed and wearing sunglasses. The taller of the two flashed a badge.
"Officer Mortensen, Death City Police Department. This is my partner, Officer Mike Holland. Is there a...ah..." he glanced at a notepad, "Black*Star here?"
Tsubaki nodded. "He should be in his room. Why, did something happen?"
"We'll tell you as soon as you show him to us."
Tsubaki, slightly worried, nodded. What had Black*Star done now to bring the cops to their door? She timidly knocked on his door.
"Black*Star?" when there was no answer, she knocked again, this time a little louder. "Black*Star! Are you in there?"
Finally, Mortensen reached over her and pushed the door open. A surprised Black*Star fell backwards with a cry of astonishment. He stood back up quickly, tugging the waistband of his sweatpants up.
"Geez, give a guy a little privacy, wouldja?!"
Holland raised an eyebrow, tapping Mortensen's shoulder and nodding to the computer. Black*Star, being rather slow, didn't manage to close the window out before Mortensen saw what Holland had noticed: the pornographic video involving a blonde woman, bound and gagged. Black*Star, red-faced, looked at the officers and always-apologetic Tsubaki and asked rigidly, "Well? What do you want?"
"We need to ask you a few questions about Maka Albarn," Mortensen answered, his expression not even changing.
"What about her?"
"Do you want to sit down?" Mortensen asked first. Black*Star shook his head.
"Might as well just tell me what's going on now." He leaned back against the wall, arms crossed. Mortensen nodded.
"Well, firstly, when was the last time you saw her?"
"At the dance last night. Kind of a stupid question. Why would you need to know that anyway?"
"It's essential to a case we're investigating right now."
"What, did she kill someone?"
"No, we-"
"Then it can't really be all that important."
"Just...listen," Mortensen hissed, already fed up with Black*Star's stubborn antics. Black*Star waved a hand, disinterestedly signaling Mortensen to go on.
"We need to know if she left the dance with her partner last night."
"Nope," he answered easily. "Her boyfriend took her home."
"We've already talked to him and he says she left with her partner."
"Tch. He's a fuckin' liar, then. Soul and I were together all night, I'da known if she left with him."
"He says Maka told him she was leaving with Soul," Holland chipped in.
"So? Then she could be the liar. Why the hell are you guys investigating who she left a dance with, anyway?"
"Because we have evidence that she was raped after that dance!" Mortensen growled. "We need to know who she was last with!"
Black*Star stopped dead. Tsubaki went pale.
"Wh-wh-what?!" Black*Star stuttered. "R-raped?! No way!"
"Who could rape Maka?!" Tsubaki cried. Her eyes were wide with fear.
"That's just the problem," Mortensen answered, "We don't know. That's what we're trying to find out."
"And," Holland chipped in, "neither your attitude nor that video really helps your case."
"Hey!" Black*Star yelled, his face flushing bright red, "What the hell does that have to do with anything?!"
"Maka is ash blonde," Holland told him.
"So I have a thing for blonde chicks. A lot of guys do. But Maka's more like my sister than anything." Black*Star shrugged and jabbed a thumb in the direction of the computer. "'Sides, that girl had more tits than Maka ever—"
"And she was found in her bedroom bound and gagged."
Black*Star stopped, then his expression slowly turned dark. "Are you saying I raped her?"
"No," Mortensen replied easily, "we're just saying that everyone's a suspect right now. Anyone that was with her at that dance is a possibility."
"Dude, I'm telling you, don't believe that skeezy boyfriend of hers. Maka did not leave the dance with Soul; he came with me and spent the night here. He left a little before seven."
Tsubaki nodded. "He's telling the truth. Right after the dance, around midnight, Soul and Black*Star came back here and Soul was here until maybe 6:45. Then he left, saying Maka would probably want breakfast ready whenever she got home."
"So Soul's alibi checks out—" Holland started, but Mortensen, who had been analyzing Black*Star carefully, interrupted him.
"You're saying you two didn't leave the house? At all? You didn't go anywhere else before coming here?"
"Nope. We came straight home and didn't leave."
Mortensen stepped towards Black*Star, until he was only a few inches away from him. Black*Star glared up at him.
"Do you really need to be that close? Take a breath mint; Jesus!" Black*Star, again, waved a dismissive hand. Mortensen, looming over him, glared harder.
"I don't think I believe you. There's no way you and your best friend just locked yourselves in here all night without leaving. Not on a Saturday night."
Black*Star's countenance was slowly starting to fade. Being stared down, he was beginning to actually feel a small edge of fear. Tsubaki stood obediently at the doorway, worry written all over her face, with a completely stoic Holland right next to her. After a long, tense silence, Black*Star finally snapped under Mortensen's stare.
"Alright, alright! We didn't come straight to the house. We stopped by a store that was still open and got a couple energy drinks first, then we hung randomly around town for a little while."
Mortensen raised an eyebrow.
"You know," Black*Star told him, "just kinda wandering around? Strolling down the street, not even caring which one we were on?"
"And when did you come back?"
Black*Star suddenly looked much more timid. Meekly, he answered, "W-we didn't actually get back here until two. After that, we just crashed in the living room."
"So you and Soul were running on only four or five hours of sleep?" Holland asked disbelievingly.
"Yeah, Tsubaki was up and cleaning and she tripped. Dropped a bunch of stuff and woke us up on accident. Soul left a few minutes after that and me…I've gone on less."
Mortensen nodded. "Right. Well, thank you for your cooperation." He walked away from Black*Star; he and Holland were at the door when Black*Star called, "Hey, wait!"
The officers looked back at him.
"Where's Maka now?" Black*Star asked, the slightest bit of worry and pain in his eyes.
"I'm afraid we can't reveal that information right now. I'm sorry."
And with that they both left. Black*Star growled and pulled out a cell phone, texting furiously.
"Black*Star?" Tsubaki said timidly, "What are you doing?"
"Texting Soul. Wherever they took Maka, Soul wouldn't let them take her without him."
"Unless he didn't know?"
"He's the one that found her, Tsubaki."
"H-how do you know?"
He looked at her. "Who else could have found her and called, Tsubaki?" he glanced at his phone. "They're at the hospital. Room 407. C'mon."
Tsubaki followed him obediently. "Black*Star, why didn't you tell the truth about you and Soul not coming straight home?"
Black*Star looked back at her with a smirk. "I didn't want him to know we actually stole the drinks."
A/N: Okay, so this chapter got a little out of whack with Black*Star's part, but at least I tried to keep him in character. XD I'm glad I got this chapter up now; I didn't want anyone crying (see, I do care about your feelings, Healing-Takes-Time!) Next chapter should be up VERY soon. :D
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