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Title: Stop The World Part 16...
Rated: PG-14
Warnings: A.U., mystery!, shounen ai 1x2 of course with background 3x4 and Rx13, cursing, weak storyline, tons of P.O.V. switching, drama, and sap. Small, small amount of future angst.
PART 16
She placed either palm flat upon the table, and leaned forward with glittering eyes. Her voice was breathless and more than determined.
"It is not the accused," 'Dorothy' announced firmly. She swept her icy gaze across the affronted Guardians as immediately they rose and pounded out retorts--
"You're out of line angel--"
"Ridiculous--"
"Who are you to contradict the Higher Judgment--?"
"Quiet." This was not a command. Neither was the voice of Reason and of Maturity, offering a request. Perhaps it was merely a suggestion. However taken, each voice silenced and frowning faces turned to the very Guardian that should be offended, the Judge of the fallen angel.
His face was the face of an angel. Collected and cool. Purest of features, proportionate and poised... He ruled the silence accordingly, and responded lethargically to the angels' previous excitement.
"Give me the feather."
She placed the plastic ensconced feather on the table before her, and watched as it rose smoothly from the table surface and drifted none too hurriedly to the Guardian seated opposite her. As the bag and feather halted before him, the Guardian lifted his hand and fingers, extended. The plastic surrounding the evidence vanished, and two fingers replaced its embrace.
The Guardian did not reveal surprise nor concern. His gaze however rested purposefully on the angel at the far end of the table. Dorothy's chin rose expectantly. Yes.
"You're correct, angel." Was he... amused? "I know the guilty party. His soul is surprisingly black." The Guardian studied the feather for a moment, as if considering its properties and mechanics... "Keep up your surveillance of the accused, angel. Don't intervene just yet. This case will play out well enough. Earth will have its justice, and Heaven ours."
The tiny room that Detective Chang and Detective Barton led him to must have been a closet at one time. Still was, if the mop and mop bucket had anything to say about it. Wufei waved Heero into a wobbly stool in the middle of the room. Their suspect's eyes seemed unusually tired, and yellowed from the room's illumination via a single swinging light bulb. Heero sat in an awkward slouch as if his shoulders or back were aching, and as if his very soul was fatigued.
"We're going to record this," Trowa began softly. He pulled a small recording device from his coat pocket and fiddled with the buttons, until a soft click heralded its functioning. He held it out dutifully to catch Heero's every word.
Wufei stalked the short length of the closet's far wall, then stalked back. He kept his stern gaze riveted on Heero Yuy's cautious figure, and began.
"Your name is Heero Yuy."
"Yes," the accused sighed. Wufei nodded.
"What did you do before you came to work for Quatre Winner?"
"I was from a city a few miles north, from here. I just worked in maintenance for a few places..." Heero shifted uncomfortably and folded his arms. He surrendered that position seconds later, and settled for his dejected and curled pose.
"Did you know Iria Winner, Heero?" Wufei demanded. He watched Heero for any signs of refusal or anxiety--
Still the same sad hunched figure. They could even see his face as he watched Wufei form his questions: it was blank. Heero shook his head negatively, then remembered Trowa, his recorder and its purpose. "No."
Wufei frowned. He rooted around in his pocket and produced a curious clear plastic bag containing a single white object. Wufei offered it to the air and to Heero's attentive eyes. He saw what he needed. A wince, though very faint beneath the man's stony exterior. "Do you recognize this?" The question was voiced.
"No," Heero whispered. He didn't miss the meaningful glance between the detectives. They hadn't meant for him to. Let him sweat it out.
"There was one found at the scene of Iria Winner's murder, and several more have been found in... incriminating locations. Tell me, Mr. Yuy," Wufei softened his interlocutor's hiss to a more conversational tone. "Do you have a lot of friends? Partners in crime perhaps?"
"I don't have any friends," was the soft, mournful reply. Heero didn't elaborate. The detectives shared another glance under their suspect's glittering eyes.
"You're not being very specific, Yuy," Wufei snapped. "In fact you're being suspiciously vague. I'm not satisfied with 'vague' answers, Yuy. But maybe it's my own fault, and my questions aren't specific enough. I'll try harder," he added sarcastically. "Heero Yuy; did you take part in the murder of Iria Winner?"
They didn't expect him to answer in the affirmative. Suspects hardly ever did, especially with a mop staring at them, as opposed to the barred windows of their actual interrogation room. But, the mop would have to do. We'll have time to crack him later once we get a warrant , Wufei reminded himself.
Heero's breathing was shallow until the breath before he spoke. His words were as weak as his posture.
"No, I did not."
Moments halted with bated breath now caught up with actual time, and Trowa clicked off the recorder.
"I'd advise you not to leave the city anytime soon, Yuy," Detective Chang offered blandly. "You're now a suspect in the Iria Winner murder case. You're free to go, for now."
Only when their suspect's back disappeared from the closet did either detective sigh impatiently. The loudest sigh came from Wufei. He folded his arms tightly before him in a near pout.
"We think he has a partner, but we're not sure. Still no leads on this 'Zechs' character. No one has heard of him besides that stupid bartender." Wufei's nose wrinkled at the memory. "I hate weird shit like this. Feathers as evidence." He snorted. "Why do we always get the weird shit?"
Trowa shook his head, as baffled as his senior partner. Wufei kicked the stool that minutes ago had supported the weighted figure of Heero Yuy, the only suspect in the most mysterious murder he'd ever investigated. He kicked it again for good measure and stormed out of the closet/interrogation room.
"We'll question the Peacecraft girl. Get whatever we can out of her, then get the chief to process an arrest warrant, for Heero Yuy...."
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End Part 16.
Ehh heh! It's short!! LOL. But. Be thee glad; almost done!! *_____* ::ebil lafter::
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