Happy Birthday Yuuri Katsuki. As a gift for this special day, all my fics will have 2 chapters posted on this update. This is already the second!
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When he talks to Layla Werner's family, Yuuri's suspicions come true. She knew the suspect and even talked to Anna Kawamura, who was dating him. He also touches the objects in the girl's room, even in a diary, which makes him wide-eyed.

So that's what happened ...

Yuuri leaves their house and returns to the Food-Truck, sitting at one of the tables with a can of Coca-Cola in his left hand and the cell phone in the other, already reading Viktor's messages.

Kokoro

Yuuri! Thanks for the food! Vkusnooo!

The girl had not even realized she'd lost the earring. She decided to go back to the place you two separated and wait for you.

...

Weird. The message is longer than one hour.

Yuuri decides to wait a little, and then picks up the earring, placing it on the table.

"I'm worried about her," he remarks, staring at the earring.

Suddenly, the earring begins to shake, frightening him. Yuuri grabs him and looks around, noticing that no one but the Food-Truck cook is there and he's on his back, concentrating on the chores. He then picks up the earring and reads his memories.

Vladimir Belikh.

"No," he says, terrified.

They met two days ago. And now, thanks to the driver's earring, he could see the face. Now…

A touch on his shoulder makes him lose his concentration. He gets scared and comes across her, too surprised.

"I'm sorry," she asks, pale.

"No, no. It's okay, "Yuuri comments, tilting his face. "Are you alright?"

"Yes ..." she answers.

The Japanese man reaches for her, with the earring in his palm. When she catches him, he uses her powers and sees her memories.

"Tathyana, sit down, please. I need to say something very serious to you. About Vladimir Belikh. "He speaks, making her eyes widen.

"How do you know that name?" She asks, shaking.

Yuuri removes the badge for the fourth time on that day and the sample.

"I'm a Detective of the St. Petersburg Police Special Crimes Unit." He speaks, staring at her. "And I'm here to assist the local police in resolving a serial murder case where Vladimir Belikh is my prime suspect."

"And how do you know I have to do with this man?"

"I have extrasensory powers. If I touch an object, I can see all of its memories, backwards, even if I play for seconds. When Viktor told you about the earring, what did he say? "

"That you would find me," she replied.

"And I would, Tathyana Lilianovich. But I'm glad you decided to come back here. "She nods, startled. "Now, may I use your cell phone for a moment?"

She says, lifting the device to him. Yuuri opens the messaging application and tells Vladimir:

(17h54m)

Tathy, I want to see you.

OK? At 19 in the same place as always?

Can not wait.

Me

Me too.

...

Yuuri smiles, erasing his contact from her phone and then looks at her.

"Do you know a clothing store around here? And a salon that rents wigs too? "Yuuri asks, with a smile on his face.

"Of course. This way. "

Well, time to make the killer face one of his ghosts.

~ x ~

"Emergency, how can I help?"

"The serial killer that appears in the news ... I know where he is ... and he has hostages ... he's torturing them ... please be quick ... the address is xxx ...!"

"Got it, I'll get in touch ... Hello? Hello?"

~ x ~

When Vladimir Belikh enters the abandoned warehouse, he hoped to see one of his girlfriends there. Tathy, your Tathy. Rebel, a little older than her other Sweethearts , but nevertheless not perfect to be abandoned in a garbage can. Their plan to mislead the police is perfect, since they do not care about casualties from them focus on Russian girls who are just scapegoats. Ha ha ha ha ha! You will never find the truth!

"How long, Taylor. Or I should call him Vladimir. "A soft voice hears and freezes at the sight of a rather familiar young woman lying on an old bed.

Bed used for his sexual relations with his Dear Ones .

"Anna? Impossible! You are dead! I killed you! "He screams, terrified.

The girl, Anna Kawamura, begins to laugh, rising from the bed. With your high heels. She begins to walk, parading like the model he had promised her to be, toward him.

"I died, really. But I'm Japanese. My soul is wandering familiar places to me until the 49th day after my death, where I gain strength to materialize in front of special people for me and do things like ... That. "She moves her hand and the glass of the old window he shattered, scaring the man even more. "And I came after all you killed me. And killed our child. "

"Child? You ... Were you pregnant? "He stutters.

"I was. And I believed you. I thought you would love me. That you would help me grow in life. "She speaks serenely, and then writes him furiously. "BUT YOU LIED TO ME! YOU USED ME AND WHEN YOU DECIDED YOU DO NOT WANT ME MORE, YOU ARCHITECTED HERE MY MURDER! BUT YOU COULD NOT KILL JUST LIKE THAT. YOU NEEDED TO DISPOSE THE STUPID POLICE. AND THUS IT BEGAN WITH THE KILLING. CHOOSING RUSSIAN GIRLS RANDOMLY, LYING, ABUSING AND KILLING. AND THEN, TROW US ALL IN GARBAGE. LIKE WERE YOUR TRASH! "

As she screams, an invisible force pushes the man back until he finally knocks him to the ground.

"Why? Why did you kill me? Why did you kill Layla? Sasha? Ayleen, Mila, Katya, Nina ... "

"Layla. I killed Layla. I killed because she saw me put her body in the trash bag and put it in my truck. And like you said, I killed the Russians to hide your death. My father is a detective and always talks about the case at home, just focused on Russian girls with pride. Pride of being Russian! "He speaks, rising between loud laughter.

"Really? And you, Detective Nikiforov? Do you agree with him? "She asks the man pointing a gun at the killer's back.

"I disagree. But unfortunately this is an evil that affects many countries. "Viktor speaks, coldly. "Viktor Nikiforov, St. Petersburg Police."

"Yuuri Katsuki." The girl takes off her wig, revealing herself to be Yuuri. "St. Petersburg police."

"A Japanese working in the Russian Police? What a joke! "He gives a loud laugh, stopping abruptly when all the remaining glass shatters out of nowhere.

"Truth. But 'this joke' here only took 12 hours to get to you. While the incompetent Moscow police did not solve anything in a month, "the Japanese respond, making him wide-eyed. "Thanks to my powers."

"Powers?"

"I've seen a lot, today. I have seen much of Anna Kawamura and Layla Werner's life. And fate is really funny, for making me take a cab driven by a very peculiar girl to find out that she would be one of her future victims. Yes Yes. Tathyana Lilianovich. "

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up ... "Viktor hits him with the barrel of his pistol, making him lose his senses.

He handcuffs Yuuri and removes a portable voice recorder from his coat, turning it off and tossing it to Viktor.

"Now it's up to you. I'll see you at the hotel. "He speaks, passing by. Viktor grabs him by the left arm and pulls him to him, giving him a long kiss on the mouth.

"Okay," Viktor says, and Yuuri smiles.

~ x ~

Walking through the streets, a taxi slows down next to him and two horns catch his eye. Yuuri smiles at Tathyana at the wheel and enters the front seat.

"It's okay, now," he says, hugging her.

"Thank you very much, Yuri Katsuki. Thank you very much."

She leaves you at the hotel. In the bedroom, he showered, asked for room service for two, and watched television. Two hours later, Viktor arrives, tired.

"Hey," Yuuri says, from the sofa.

"Hey," Viktor responds, removing his cloak and scarf, completely exhausted.

But all the weariness he's feeling and forgotten when he sees Yuuri. Yuuri lying on the couch, watching television wearing a hotel robe openly, with part of his chest and legs fully exposed. In his lap, a plate of food leaves Viktor with certain things in his head.

"Yuuri ..." He groans, making the Japanese laugh.

"What's the problem, Vitya? Are you enjoying the view? "

"If I was not so tired, I would attack you right there." Viktor approaches him and kisses him, making the Japanese sit on the couch.

"I think we'll have plenty of time for that later. Take a good shower, and come eat. I want to know the outcome of my investigation. "Yuuri suggests and Viktor states, moving away.

He also returns in his robe, sitting on the couch. They dine, watching television, when they notice in a local news the news of the prison of the serial killer by the police of Moscow.

"Why would I imagine it would be like this?" Yuuri comments, drinking some orange juice.

"Unfortunately they are unable to recognize their incompetence. But what matters is that, again, his intuition was right and the bastard is behind bars. "Viktor speaks, smiling despite being satisfied.

He feels his cell phone vibrate in his pocket and he realizes it's a message from the headmistress.

(23h12m)

Nice work on solving the case.

I want you two at the Moscow police station tomorrow morning to end the case. I want the two in St. Petersburg next week without fail.

...

"Next Week?" Viktor asks, glaring at Yuuri, confused.

Yuuri reads the message and opens a broad smile.

"Yahoo, a week off!" He speaks, raising his arms.

Viktor cheers, giggling along with him, hugging and kissing him.

~ x ~

The next day the director of the Homicide Unit thanks them for having settled the case, much to the chagrin of local detectives. The killer's father has asked to leave, being very depressed since he learned the truth.

"I just did my job. Nothing more, nothing less. "Yuuri just tells the detectives, who are surprised by the japanese's courage.

Viktor and he spend the rest of the day at the hotel, reveling in room service, movies and more kissing. They sleep together, glad they have a week off.

Chapter final notes

Poll ON!
What Victor and Yuuri should disguise in the next case?
A) Ice skaters
B) Paranormal of TV
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