Chapter 10: You Have a Right to Remain Silent
Bouncing the ball against the wall I waited for them to arrive. The police. I wasn't stupid, I couldn't run for it, it would be fairly fucking obvious who did Toru in. So I was going to have to play on my age, and the fact that everything was done in self defence. And hell, if that doesn't work I could always plead temporary insanity, it always seems to work for the bad guys why not me? Actually considering I just shot someone (a lot) and as of yet nothing has changed concerning my feelings…maybe I am insane…oh well.
Grinning I listened to the squealing tires and sirens outside the house, doors slammed and soon someone was pounding on the door outside. I didn't bother to open it, Toru had the keys and if I opened the door then the prosecutor could say that they only had my word that Toru kept his keys with him everywhere he went. The door rattled and there was muffled cursing outside. Smiling I wondered what happened, they probably tried to kick the door down and found out the hard way that it was bolted, locked and had a steel frame. Ha ha. Another point in my favour.
A gunshot echoed outside and the lock exploded, I raised an eyebrow. They didn't know if anyone was behind the door and still they shot through it? If I had of been standing there I would probably be in a lot of pain right now, that or dead. The door was successfully kicked in this time and soon 5 officers were piling in, they immediately noticed the body and once again cursing was heard. I made a mental note of some of the more interesting words, who knew policemen were so creative with their language?
They spread out, not yet noticing me sitting in the hallway, watching them. They were all fucking idiots. If I had truly been trying to escape then I would have been long gone by now, and if I was trying to kill anyone; then from my position they would already be dead/dying.
Finally two of them noticed me. I could see there confusion briefly flash across their faces. I didn't blame them. They must see a kid sitting in a hallway, bandages wrapped around his chest, arm in a sling, calmly waiting in a murder scene and playing with a ball. Of course their confusion evaporated when they noticed the gun by my side and the blood splattered over my face and bandages.
I wasn't really paying attention but I was soon rushed outside and into a police car, all I heard out of their little speech was something like,
'You have the right to remain silent…'
I wasn't really interested, at the moment I could pretend to be in shock, but by time I get to the police station my 'shock' will have worn off and I need to decide whether I'm going to be a poor, crying my eyes out eleven year old. Or a silent, calculating eleven year old. I was favouring the second. How many times have the police had the crying type? And how many had they caught faking? I wasn't taking the chance. At least with the silent type I could show that I was older than my age, as the saying goes. And that usually only happens when a person has had a lot of trauma in their life. I let a small grin cross my face. If I didn't know any better I would say this is going to be fun.
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I leaned against the cold wall, letting my head rest back and my eyes close. I knew this game. I had been in the interrogation room for an hour and a half by now. Luckily I had grabbed my ball and gum before being rushed into the police cruiser, so I wasn't as bored stiff less as I should have been. Plus the fact I have spent a good 4-5 weeks doing nothing anyway. They didn't know it but I am now officially a master of the waiting game.
Letting my gaze drift from the ceiling to the two way mirror I grinned at my reflection and waved, wondering what they were thinking on the other side of the glass. I savoured the memory of the police finding out about my teeth, if they had been any older I would have given them a heart attack, my grin widened into an all out fang-filled smile. Returning to throwing my bouncing ball against the wall and chewing gum I thought about my story. I didn't really have to make anything up, not that I couldn't, just that the truth should get me off anyway.
I mean. I'm the poor abused eleven year old, right? I have lived in hell for the past 5 weeks, Toru even sent me to hospital! And when I tried to escape (insert sob), they chained me to the bed and gave me tranquilisers. I resorted to stealing a gun from an army man nearby and had to hide the gun in a bible. When I got 'home' I was attacked, I did everything in self defence. Toru even pulled a knife on me! Ha ha.
Now I just had to wait out the police. It was fairly obvious what this waiting tactic was used for. Get the guilty person even more nervous by leaving them waiting in the interrogation room, wondering what evidence and stuff they were piling against him. Then come in and give over a large chunk of incriminating looking things to make the person admit they are guilty. They would also probably do good cop, bad cop. Considering this is a pretty cut and dry case they will most likely have an experienced cop and a newbie, the experienced one would be the bad cop, because they have…well…experience. The newbie would be the good cop. Now it's just a matter of time.
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2 hours later
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I heard the door finally open and close. Slowly I let my gaze drop from intently regarding the ceiling to look over my cops. One was a female; she was quite tall, uniform precise, hair up in a bun, posture straight and a stern expression. Someone to be intimidated by. I would almost believe her look too, if I couldn't see when she turned around that she used an elastic band to tie up her hair. If she was truly as stern as she appeared then she would have used a black hair-band and those little pins to hold her hair in place. I grinned, I love it when people try to pull fast ones on me and I catch them in the act.
The other one was a male. He leaned against the wall and regarded me with a holier-than-thou attitude. Arms folded, one leg crossed over the other, posture relaxed as the 'stern' woman talked quietly to him, whispering so I couldn't hear. Another intimidation tactic, she was probably talking about what they would have for lunch today.
Finally she turned and walked to the table, dropping the file onto the table so it let out a loud bang, if my nerves were as shot as they assumed they would be, considering my age, the length of time I've waited and the fact that I'm guilty I would have jumped at the sound. But me being me, I expected it, instead I regarded her from my position against the wall, my grin still slightly there, only rising to sit at the table when she motioned for me to take the chair.
She sat across from me and the man perched on the edge of the table, watching me over one shoulder. Judging by the way these two worked, they are both experienced, and are partners to boot. My grin widened, I love a challenge. Both their eyes flicked to my slightly visible teeth and then back to my face, I cocked my head and let my mouth open into a full smile, I could see both of them fighting to keep their eyes on mine instead of on my teeth. Oh, this was going to be so fucking fun. The women opened the file and looked it over intently, as if she hadn't spent the past 3 and a half hours going over it with her partner.
'Hiruma Yoichi. What have we here? An eleven year old boy who shot his foster father, not once but five times…have you anything to say for yourself?' Her voice wasn't harsh enough. If she was going to play the stern role, the one that is supposed to scare little kids (like me) into going to bed at night, she would need a harsher tone, maybe some more practice?
Leaning back in my chair until it was rocking on two legs I stuffed my hands in my pockets, looked at the roof and blew a bubble. The poster image of carelessness. Gazing back at them I looked them both in the eyes before grinning again.
'Guilty, guilty, guilty. Now what do we do?' Their eyes widened and they looked at me shocked. Dropping the chair back onto all four legs I leaned forward so that I was eye to eye with woman and let my grin widen, 'You should practice more, you know. The stern woman act is pretty good, but your tone isn't harsh enough, and you need to do your hair better,' her hand automatically rose to touch her hair, smirking I leaned back again, I had her where I wanted her, 'a stern woman would never use an elastic band to tie up her hair, you should keep a black hair-band handy, for times like these.'
They quickly regained there composure, I had to give them kudos for how quickly they pulled themselves together. The woman soothed down her uniform before returning her gaze to me, this time I could see through her mask, she was the newbie of the two. Looking back up at the man he was watching me with a kind of wary respect in his eyes, despite the cocky attitude he was putting on he was the experienced one, no doubt he had been here for years and the woman had only been here for weeks at the most.
The man turned to face me more and said in a quiet, controlled tone, one completely controversial to his apparently cocky posture,
'You're good.' I looked him up and down, his whole body posture stated 'I'm the big stuff and I don't care who knows it' yet his eyes said controlled temper and his voice said experienced veteran. I shook my head.
'You're better. You had me going until you started speaking.' I cocked my head and looked him over again. 'I had you pegged for cocky the second you walked into the bloody room.' I then looked at the woman, she was looking between us with slightly wider eyes, 'How longs she been here? A couple of weeks? I'm surprised you let her be bad cop, normally the experienced ones are better at the whole intimidation thing.' He turned to face me fully and actually smiled, although his eyes were still quite cold.
'We figured a kid would be good practice. Unfortunately I knew we were wrong the second we walked in this room. You had us both down before we had taken 3 steps.' I grinned slightly and relaxed my posture, like I didn't suspect that this whole making friends tactic wasn't another way of getting information out of me, and then smiling like we were the best of buddies I stated,
'Let's cut the crap. You want info on what happened today, I'll gladly give it. Hell I've already told you I'm guilty, I shot the bastard. If you actually asked me my side of the story I might even tell you why. But right now we are wasting time, and I don't much care from my time being wasted more than it already has.' The guys eyes widened before he let out a rusty chuckle,
'Like I said you're good. Okay, so lets, as you put it, 'cut the crap'. Tell us everything about what happened and any thing you might feel relevant concerning the murder of one' here he looked at the file, 'Toru Yuu.' Pulling out a chair he sat at the table as I began with me being dropped off at his house.
I went through my whole story, starting with how everything seemed fine and ending when I was picked up at the house. Overall it took a good hour or 2 to tell and by the time I was done the two were looking slightly horrified (especially the woman, didn't blame her considering she was new, and like most females probably had a soft spot for children). Of course I edited slightly in that I made it sound like I stole Blake's gun before I attempted to run away, I 'had wanted it for self defence', when I was locked back up in hospital I then practiced continually and used the laser pen to aim. Despite some peoples beliefs, I am very loyal, if you are on my side, I will protect you from everyone but myself, so Blake didn't have to worry about giving me his gun, no one would find out from me.
The guy leaned back, funny but I hadn't bothered to learn their names and their tags were absent, without names they were supposed to seem more imposing, another intimidation tactic, not that they needed it anymore. He ran his hands through his hair, looking at the ceiling before finally looking at me, pointing at my mouth he asked in a strained voice,
'You did that to yourself? You filed down your teeth hoping that you would get beaten up enough to be forced to go to hospital? Jesus Christ.' I looked him over. He seemed to be quite stunned by what had happened, cocking my head I watched him and his partner, shaking my head slightly I smirked at them,
'I did what I had to to get the hell out. I wasn't about to let some guy use me as he wished without any fucking payback.' Looking over the table I spotted the inconspicuous black recorder, no doubt taping every word. 'Are we done here? Am I going to have to stay in jail?' The guy sighed and pushed a hand through his hair again, apparently agitated.
'I'm sorry Hiruma, but you have killed someone, and you did plead guilty. You are going to have to remain in custody until a judge can be found to go over your case. Considering the circumstances it was definitely self defence, but you will still need bail money…' Sighing I rose from my seat at the same time as them. The woman looked to be in shock, I smirked at her, poor newbie.
'As long as I get off eventually. Not like I have to be someplace anyway.' The two walked to a door and once the girl was out the guy looked over his shoulder, his eyes the softest they had been since he had entered.
'I really am sorry Hiruma. You're too young to have something like that happen to you. I will send in a guard to come get you in a minute. I want you to know that I am putting this as a priority case so you can get out as soon as possible. Until then, good bye.' With that he walked out.
I looked after him, for once no smile or anything vaguely resembling it on my face. I couldn't help but wonder, what would I do after this? The past couple months have all been about planning revenge and escape. Now that the end was nigh, what would I do? I wasn't lying, I have no where to go. Hmmm. Another plan began to form in my mind and the familiar smirk once again adorned my lips. Maybe I could blackmail the orphanage into letting me…
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AN: Here is the next chapter. It is actually really fun writing Hiruma, I always imagined him as the observant/manipulative type, so trying to see things from his point of view has been fun. Of course there are 2-3 more chapters in the running. Till then, read and review to your hearts content! And thank you for the reviews so far, its been great.
p.s. I've got 1027 hits on this story! Isn't that great! Hehe anyway. Thanks for reading :D
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