Iori Hida backed away slowly from the now opened door as several thoughts
ran through his head. The first thing that came coherently forward was his
need to call the police. He dashed over to the phone and quickly dialed
110 (The Japanese equivalent of 911). As he waited to be connected with the
police homicide division he realized his first two mistakes when entering
the scene. His first mistake was moving the door aside to get a better look
at the woman currently slumped against the back of the door. His second
mistake had been running into the apartment without first removing his
shoes. Not only did this clash with his O-Kaa-sans years of etiquette
programming, it also meant he had contaminated the crime scene as he had
made several dirty tracks from the door to the table he now stood at. He
groaned inwardly as he thought of how many questions he'd end up having to
answer, and also how much his O-san-san would be disappointed in him... as
he had already seemed to have in an instant drug his family name into a
murder.
He managed to fumble through his talk with an officer who had identified himself only as "Heino", and after carefully moving to a different room of the apartment, managed to slump down against a bed. As he scanned the relatively clean room he instantly recognized it as his friends Ken's. He looked at the orderly stacks of books, most having something to do with psychology, and as his stare meandered around the room, his eyes finally fell upon a small greenish lump huddled next to the bed. Curious, he bent down to see what said lump actually was, and as he drew closer, the small object began to shake violently and move further under Ken's bed. Iori had a deep suspicion as to exactly what said lump was then, and getting onto his hands and knees, drew out the bundled and gagged Wormmon.
Iori had to struggle to keep his emotions in check as he untied the still- struggling green Worm. Finally, he managed to drag the mask away from Wormmon's mouth and eyes, and as the terror stricken Digimon finally began to realize exactly where he was and with whom, he ceased struggling. The small green Digimon instantly changed, from terror stricken to hysterical, as he hugged Iori violently and began to babble about how he had been caught by surprise and how worried he was for Ken's sake. As Iori struggled to calm the small Digimon, a sudden pounding on the apartments doorway signaled that either the killer had returned and was trying to be excessively polite towards the corpse inside, or more likely, the police had finally arrived. Iori quietly stuffed Wormmon into his small backpack, making it even more cramped what with Armadillomon's already bulky body lying inside, and went to answer the door.
Moving over the bloody pool that had formed on the floor, Iori reached a shaking and to open the door, trying to avoid moving the body as much as possible. As he opened the door, he was glad to see the familiar Japanese police uniform he had been trained from birth to gravitate towards during times of danger. The officer made a short courteous bow towards the young teen, and then moved around the door to inspect the body. Iori was set aback by the officer's quick manner as he produced a camera and began quickly snapping off pictures of the deceased and the surrounding area, including the small pool that had formed near Iori's feet. Iori immediately felt self-conscious about the fact that he was still wearing shoes inside of the Ichijouji apartment, and when the officer politely asked him to move outside, Iori readily agreed, and grabbing his small pack, moved to just outside of the apartments door.
Thinking quickly, Iori slowly and quietly unzipped his pack and motioned for the two Digimon hiding inside to leave the pack. He suspected he would be the first person suspected for the act, as he had been the person conveniently on scene when the police had arrived. Armadillomon slowly nudged Wormmon out of the pack, and while continually pressuring the smaller Digimon that everything would be all right, lead him off and down a nearby fleet of stairs. Iori as just re-zipping his pack when a loud thud was heard from inside the apartment, shortly followed by a rather loud string of expletives.
Even after three years of study in Hokkaido could not erase Ken Ichijouji's eerily familiar voice, as the elder teen slowly emerged from the apartment, walking with a light waver. Iori immediately went to his side, cradling his older friend, trying to coax him to sit down. As Iori managed to get him comfortable, the police office that had been investigating the scene entered the hallway, and slowly knelt beside Ken and Iori. "Now... why don't you both sit down and tell me exactly what happened in there?" The officer asked slowly, as he helped Ken sit down.
A/N: Hmmm... might not be much from me in the near future... I'm being bogged down with both work and health complications (including an operation my doctor wants me to undergo.) Also the officers name Is taken from the Most frightening Folk singer I have ever seen. the German folk singer Heino.
He managed to fumble through his talk with an officer who had identified himself only as "Heino", and after carefully moving to a different room of the apartment, managed to slump down against a bed. As he scanned the relatively clean room he instantly recognized it as his friends Ken's. He looked at the orderly stacks of books, most having something to do with psychology, and as his stare meandered around the room, his eyes finally fell upon a small greenish lump huddled next to the bed. Curious, he bent down to see what said lump actually was, and as he drew closer, the small object began to shake violently and move further under Ken's bed. Iori had a deep suspicion as to exactly what said lump was then, and getting onto his hands and knees, drew out the bundled and gagged Wormmon.
Iori had to struggle to keep his emotions in check as he untied the still- struggling green Worm. Finally, he managed to drag the mask away from Wormmon's mouth and eyes, and as the terror stricken Digimon finally began to realize exactly where he was and with whom, he ceased struggling. The small green Digimon instantly changed, from terror stricken to hysterical, as he hugged Iori violently and began to babble about how he had been caught by surprise and how worried he was for Ken's sake. As Iori struggled to calm the small Digimon, a sudden pounding on the apartments doorway signaled that either the killer had returned and was trying to be excessively polite towards the corpse inside, or more likely, the police had finally arrived. Iori quietly stuffed Wormmon into his small backpack, making it even more cramped what with Armadillomon's already bulky body lying inside, and went to answer the door.
Moving over the bloody pool that had formed on the floor, Iori reached a shaking and to open the door, trying to avoid moving the body as much as possible. As he opened the door, he was glad to see the familiar Japanese police uniform he had been trained from birth to gravitate towards during times of danger. The officer made a short courteous bow towards the young teen, and then moved around the door to inspect the body. Iori was set aback by the officer's quick manner as he produced a camera and began quickly snapping off pictures of the deceased and the surrounding area, including the small pool that had formed near Iori's feet. Iori immediately felt self-conscious about the fact that he was still wearing shoes inside of the Ichijouji apartment, and when the officer politely asked him to move outside, Iori readily agreed, and grabbing his small pack, moved to just outside of the apartments door.
Thinking quickly, Iori slowly and quietly unzipped his pack and motioned for the two Digimon hiding inside to leave the pack. He suspected he would be the first person suspected for the act, as he had been the person conveniently on scene when the police had arrived. Armadillomon slowly nudged Wormmon out of the pack, and while continually pressuring the smaller Digimon that everything would be all right, lead him off and down a nearby fleet of stairs. Iori as just re-zipping his pack when a loud thud was heard from inside the apartment, shortly followed by a rather loud string of expletives.
Even after three years of study in Hokkaido could not erase Ken Ichijouji's eerily familiar voice, as the elder teen slowly emerged from the apartment, walking with a light waver. Iori immediately went to his side, cradling his older friend, trying to coax him to sit down. As Iori managed to get him comfortable, the police office that had been investigating the scene entered the hallway, and slowly knelt beside Ken and Iori. "Now... why don't you both sit down and tell me exactly what happened in there?" The officer asked slowly, as he helped Ken sit down.
A/N: Hmmm... might not be much from me in the near future... I'm being bogged down with both work and health complications (including an operation my doctor wants me to undergo.) Also the officers name Is taken from the Most frightening Folk singer I have ever seen. the German folk singer Heino.