BISHLOV NOTES:

[1] Thanks for reviewing guys.  I know shouldn't be mindful of how many I get but I can't help it ^_^0.  I always want to know if I'm still doing a good job or not and if people are still reading (and enjoying) my fics.  Anyways, arigatou to all of you who did.  I really appreciate it.

[2] I'm glad that nobody seems to have used this plot already.  I'm really looking forward in making this story.

[3] I borrowed the name Nakajima from the anime You're Under Arrest! for one of Eriol's cop pals.  As I've said in my other fics, I'm not that good in making up Japanese names.  I just recycle those that I know from anime.  Oh and I do not own the anime You're Under Arrest! or the name Nakajima either.

DISCLAIMER:  I do not own CCS or any of its characters.  CLAMP does.  This plot is a product of my imagination.  Any similarities to other fan fictions are unintentional.

AMETHYST EYES

By bishounen lovah

Chapter 2

Eriol slumped on his chair tiredly not bothering to take off his coat.  He had been up and about since the ungodly hours of the night investigating the Mori kidnapping.  There was a great pressure on him primarily because Keiko Mori happens to be the godchild of the chief of the Tokyo Police Department.  He had been subtly ordered to find the little girl alive and well as soon as possible unless he wants to 'retire' early from his career.

Nine hours had already passed since the abduction and still there were no leads.  All he had were the testimonies of the parents.  None of the neighborhood residents (where the party they attended was held) had seen or heard anything odd prior to the incident.  And still no ransom notes or phone calls were received.

He had a gut feeling that none will be delivered ever.  Thankfully, the media was not giving him a hard time and complied with the wishes of the police and the family to keep the case hush-hush.  Everything is being done for the sake of the child.  But still he can't shake off the feeling that he was missing something.

"Oy, Hiiragizawa.  I didn't know you were back." Nakajima, one of his colleagues, exclaimed when he saw him.

"I just got here.  Please tell me you've got something for me on the Mori case," Eriol sighed in desperation at the suddenly grinning man.

"Sorry.  No such luck.  There is, however, a distressed beautiful woman waiting for you in the conference room.  I volunteered to help her with her problem but she was adamant in talking only to Hiiragizawa-kun."

Eriol's eyes slit in suspicion.  For the entire five years of his stay at TPD, he was always the butt of the joke when it comes to women.  The others had always teased him how he never had a girlfriend to bring at the department outings and parties.  There were rumors flying around the building (and sometimes outside) that he might be gay or maybe was secretly harboring the pain of a lost love.

He didn't mind any of those.  He didn't care.  All he cared about was doing his job and being good at it.  And right now he needs to save that missing girl and his job.

"I'm busy right now, Nakajima.  I don't need your practical jokes at a crucial case like this."

"Hey I'm not kidding, man.  Go see for yourself.  She'd been waiting there for an hour now.  She said her name was…" Nakajima assumed a serious thoughtful look before grinning sheepishly.  "You know what?  I think I didn't hear her name at all.  I was too busy admiring her beautiful face and bod."

"You're useless," Eriol grinned at his friend.  Sometimes he doesn't know how Nakajima stayed on to being a cop when he easily gets distracted whenever a woman (or anything with big breasts) walked by.  But what he couldn't understand was how his wife can take his wandering eyes.  Eriol shook his head in distaste.  He wouldn't do any of those to his wife…if and when he has one.

His thoughts reverted back to the 'distressed woman' as he strode towards the conference room.  What could she possibly want from him?

Hiiragizawa-kun.

Nakajima stressed those words telling him that it was how the woman had called him.  In all of his years here in Japan and all of the people he met, only one person called him such but thought it quite impossible for her to find him here.  He had lost contact of her and his other childhood friends since they started high school.

Iya.  Must be a coincidence, he said to himself as he opened the door.  He stood in shock as he realized that he was wrong after all.  The woman was sitting with her back to the door and was too lost in her thoughts that she didn't hear the sudden rush of noise entering the quiet room.

Eriol shook his head to get rid of the shock and closed the door behind him.  He could recognize those thick, dark tresses anywhere.  Her hair was the same as when they were kids.  The silky mane curtained her small back and curled right above her waist.  He had never seen any hair as beautiful as hers.

"Daidouji-chan?"  Although Eriol was sure it was she, he wanted to reassure himself that this was no dream.

He held his breath in his throat as he watched her head raise and turn towards him.  Her gorgeous purple eyes lit up when she saw him and quickly stood up and walked towards him.  He stood there, his eyes fixed on her lovely face.  He had always known that she will grow up to be a beautiful woman but still he can't believe that what he's seeing right now was so much more than he had imagined.

"Hiiragizawa-kun," she whispered in her melodious voice, "I knew it was you.  I was beginning to think that I imagined seeing you on TV.  I'm so glad to see you again."

TV?  Ah yes, the news, his mind started to work again.  He quickly assumed a professional manner and ignored the warmth seeping through his body as he heard her words.

"Surely you didn't come here just to see how tall I've grown, Daidouji-chan?"

He watched the expression on her face fall.  He gave himself a mental kick.  Here she was, going out of her way to see him and all he did was make a joke out of it.  He sighed inwardly because the pressure on the Mori case was really getting to him and it hasn't been a day yet.

"Gomen nasai.  That didn't come out the way I wanted.  Why don't we take a seat although I can't be long since I'm very busy."

"I know.  I heard it on the news," Tomoyo said quietly, her clear purple eyes darkening a bit.  "Actually, that is why I came here."

"You're not a photo-journalist are you?"  Eriol thought in slight panic and amusement.  He wasn't supposed to talk to anyone from the media but he doesn't know if he had the will to say no to her.

"Iie.  I'm here to talk about the girl who'd been kidnapped."

He watched her in silence, his curiosity growing by the second.  He can see that whatever she was going to say must be pretty hard.

"I…I saw what happened.  I saw him taking her from her family."

Eriol sat up straight to catch what she was saying.  Her voice was soft but he knew he heard her right.  "Were you there?  Why didn't you come forward sooner?"

"Iie, I wasn't there," Tomoyo looked at him with teary eyes, asking him to believe her.

"Wait a minute.  I thought you said you saw the perpetrator kidnap the girl?"

"I did but I wasn't there.  I saw them…" Tomoyo took a deep breath before speaking again.  "…I saw them in my dreams."

He looked at her oddly trying to decipher what she told him.  Tomoyo was never the one who told false stories.  In fact, it was him and Takashi Yamazaki who told such tales.  But still it was hard to believe.

"You're telling me that you saw the crime in your dreams.  Did I get that right?"

Tomoyo nodded briefly before gathering all her courage to tell her story.  She started right from the start although she had cropped it short.  She told him her nightmares, her experiences from the police in Tomoeda and the insults that she got when everyone found out.

Eriol wanted to believe her but his training as a cop forbid him.  He just sat there and listened intently looking for inconsistencies in her story.  He found none but still her confession was unreliable.  There was not a single hard evidence (well except for that missing girl reported in Tomoeda).  Much as he wanted to believe her, he couldn't afford to do so.  The life of a child was at stake here.

"So basically, what you're telling me is that you're a…you're a…"

"I'm a psychic."

Right.  And I'm a dragon slayer, he can't help but think dubiously (AN: hi hikari!!!).  He stared at the woman in front of him, his eyes not wavering a bit.  He had learned this trick at the Academy.  It was supposed to intimidate suspects and hostile witnesses to tell the truth.

"You don't believe me," she said in a quiet voice.

"You have to admit it's quite farfetched."

"Don't you get it?"  Tomoyo slammed her fists on the table, her eye flashing with anger and tears.  "For fifteen years that man has been killing innocent children.  And in less than seven days another girl is going to die.  This man is smart.  You won't be able to catch him.  He has evaded the police for more than a decade."

"He won't be able to evade me, Daidouji-chan. I will catch him."

"Fine!  Don't believe me!  But let me tell you this…he won't stop.  Not until you give him his amethyst eyes."

With that, Tomoyo stormed out of the room leaving behind a dumbstruck Eriol.  He had never heard her raise her voice in anger before.  He had never seen her lose her composure.  Cool, elegant Tomoyo was always composed.  But that wasn't the only thing that surprised him.  Her last words struck a nerve. 

I want my amethyst eyes.  Give me back my amethyst eyes.

Those were the words coming from the kidnapper's mouth according to the parents.  They told him that he kept on muttering about amethyst eyes all throughout the abduction.  Eriol had already guessed that the child was kidnapped because of the perpetrators obsession about purple eyes and not because of money.

How did she know about the amethyst eyes?  Eriol mused.  Nobody knew about that detail except him, the parents and the chief of police.  All the media (and his colleagues) knew was that the kidnapped child was a seven-year-old girl.

If Daidouji-chan was telling the truth, she's probably having those dreams because she had something in common with the victims…they all have amethyst eyes.

Eriol stood up, deciding to take the chance.  The investigation was at a dead-end anyway, he might as well check out Tomoyo's story.  He went to his desk and logged on to the police database.  He entered a search for missing children, aged six to ten, and has purple/amethyst eyes.

He leaned back on his chair and waited for the result.  It will take some time since he's searching in the network of police databases all over Japan.

From what he understood, only one girl was reported missing in Tomoeda.  That meant that the other girls were kidnapped in areas places other than Tokyo and Tomoeda.

He closed his eyes and tried to get rid of the image of an angry Tomoyo Daidouji but couldn't.  She looked even more stunning when her face was flushed and her eyes shiny with anger.  Even though he was checking out her story he hoped that she was lying or maybe mistaken.

If Daidouji-chan is telling the truth, it could mean one thing.  There's a demented traveling serial killer on the loose.

To be continued…