Erin: Thanks for all of your reviews!
Me: This would have been made earlier, but my comp died, I only recently got it back.
Erin: We don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.
Me: Oh and Joey is a Detective Inspector, not a Chief Inspector.
Erin: That's a rank down though.
Me: Yes. And if he was a Chief Inspector he would just sit in an office all day.
Erin: Oh.
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Chapter 2 - Heads and Tails
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Joey and Kaiba ran up the stairs to the small apartment door. Joey knocked but got no reply. Promptly kicking the door down he and Kaiba were greeted by a gruesome sight. Joey felt sick and had to try and steady his breathing, Kaiba, less accustomed to murder scenes, looked away. Before them, in the small living room lay the battered body of a young girl. Her head was not to be seen. She was a reporter who often gave Kaiba Corp a bad name.
"Mai won't like this. . ." Joey uttered.
The reporter worked along side Mai and often their articles were published side by side, they were also good friends. . . had been. The once blue dress she had been wearing was stained with red blood to become purple, and Kaiba now sat on the stairs, the headless girl was too much for him, Joey, however, had seen worse. He pulled out his phone and called the station. "Hello? This is DI Wheeler. I need a team." He began to rattle off the address and details. "And tell Peterson to get off his ass and down here as well." He then terminated the call and then received one.
"Hello? What is it? I'm in a rush here." He called down; he was surprised by the voice coming from the other end.
"J. . . Joey? P.please, can you come down here. . I. . .I just.Please. . ." Then the line went dead.
Joey stood in shock. The voice over the line had chilled him more than the decapitated body. It had been Mai, but her voice had sounded weak and scared. Not at all like its usual strong and confident tone.
"Hat on!" He called to Kaiba as he ran down the stairs. "We're going to see Mai."
Kaiba sighed and pulled his hat on. He had no care for what that annoying blond wanted. There was a decapitated girl in there, he was a wanted man, and Joey was running to the call of that bimbo. Another dash through the rain took them to Joey's car and they set off. Joey called and told them to go on without him. As they pulled up to Mai's apartment block, Joey could see her standing out in the rain waiting for him. She was in her usually short skirt and short sleeved shirt, no coat or umbrella to shield her from the rain. She looked distraught. Joey dashed from the car and straight over to her.
"Mai! What's wrong?" He began to wrap his jacket around her. Although the outside of it was wet, the inside was warm and dry.
She simply held on to him and began to weep. Once she had regained some composure she silently led Joey to her apartment, Kaiba remained in the car. Partially to keep safe, and partially to avoid Mai. As they entered, Mai walked over and stood by the door to the kitchen. She silently pointed inside and drew the rain jacket tighter around her. Joey slowly moved into the kitchen. He hadn't been in Mai's apartment very often. His house was bigger so they usually met up there. He consciously forced down the thoughts as memories of and about Mai as he moved towards a cupboard door that was slightly ajar. As he prised it open her reeled back, faced with a second hideous sight for today. His phone began to ring.
"Hello?"
"Sir? It's Peterson. We've searched the apartment but can't find the girls head."
"Don't worry." Joey replied, a little shaky. "I have."
He looked back up to the face of the young reporter. Her head roughly shoved into the cupboard.
"Once your done up there, come down to Mai Valentine's place and bring the team. The heads in the kitchen. You know where that is right?"
"The kitchen?" Came the officers slow-witted reply.
"The apartment. . ." Joey sighed.
"Oh, yeah! I was there last week when you stopped to drop off some shopping on the way back to the station."
"Good boy. Now get you backside down here pronto!"
Joey slipped the phone back into his pocket and walked back out of the kitchen. Mai was still standing by the door, tears were still rolling down her face. She remained silent, even as Joey pulled her in closer, letting her weep on his shoulder.
Peterson and the team arrived just as Joey and Mai were leaving. Joey thought it would be best for Mai to stay at his place for awhile, at least until she was over the shock. Joey was preparing to explain as to why Seto Kaiba, wanted man, was in his car, when he saw that the passenger seat was empty.
"Aw crap!" Joey sighed.
Mai silently looked up at him, and Joey simply shook his head, said it was nothing. He let Mai into the passenger seat and slid into the drivers. This day was getting worse at a very rapid pace.
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Me: That's all for now. This was written at around 1 am so I apologise for any problems you may have with it.
Erin: For the record, we're both Mai fans and like her tough attitude, but how would you react to finding a head in your kitchen?
Me: This would have been made earlier, but my comp died, I only recently got it back.
Erin: We don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.
Me: Oh and Joey is a Detective Inspector, not a Chief Inspector.
Erin: That's a rank down though.
Me: Yes. And if he was a Chief Inspector he would just sit in an office all day.
Erin: Oh.
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Chapter 2 - Heads and Tails
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Joey and Kaiba ran up the stairs to the small apartment door. Joey knocked but got no reply. Promptly kicking the door down he and Kaiba were greeted by a gruesome sight. Joey felt sick and had to try and steady his breathing, Kaiba, less accustomed to murder scenes, looked away. Before them, in the small living room lay the battered body of a young girl. Her head was not to be seen. She was a reporter who often gave Kaiba Corp a bad name.
"Mai won't like this. . ." Joey uttered.
The reporter worked along side Mai and often their articles were published side by side, they were also good friends. . . had been. The once blue dress she had been wearing was stained with red blood to become purple, and Kaiba now sat on the stairs, the headless girl was too much for him, Joey, however, had seen worse. He pulled out his phone and called the station. "Hello? This is DI Wheeler. I need a team." He began to rattle off the address and details. "And tell Peterson to get off his ass and down here as well." He then terminated the call and then received one.
"Hello? What is it? I'm in a rush here." He called down; he was surprised by the voice coming from the other end.
"J. . . Joey? P.please, can you come down here. . I. . .I just.Please. . ." Then the line went dead.
Joey stood in shock. The voice over the line had chilled him more than the decapitated body. It had been Mai, but her voice had sounded weak and scared. Not at all like its usual strong and confident tone.
"Hat on!" He called to Kaiba as he ran down the stairs. "We're going to see Mai."
Kaiba sighed and pulled his hat on. He had no care for what that annoying blond wanted. There was a decapitated girl in there, he was a wanted man, and Joey was running to the call of that bimbo. Another dash through the rain took them to Joey's car and they set off. Joey called and told them to go on without him. As they pulled up to Mai's apartment block, Joey could see her standing out in the rain waiting for him. She was in her usually short skirt and short sleeved shirt, no coat or umbrella to shield her from the rain. She looked distraught. Joey dashed from the car and straight over to her.
"Mai! What's wrong?" He began to wrap his jacket around her. Although the outside of it was wet, the inside was warm and dry.
She simply held on to him and began to weep. Once she had regained some composure she silently led Joey to her apartment, Kaiba remained in the car. Partially to keep safe, and partially to avoid Mai. As they entered, Mai walked over and stood by the door to the kitchen. She silently pointed inside and drew the rain jacket tighter around her. Joey slowly moved into the kitchen. He hadn't been in Mai's apartment very often. His house was bigger so they usually met up there. He consciously forced down the thoughts as memories of and about Mai as he moved towards a cupboard door that was slightly ajar. As he prised it open her reeled back, faced with a second hideous sight for today. His phone began to ring.
"Hello?"
"Sir? It's Peterson. We've searched the apartment but can't find the girls head."
"Don't worry." Joey replied, a little shaky. "I have."
He looked back up to the face of the young reporter. Her head roughly shoved into the cupboard.
"Once your done up there, come down to Mai Valentine's place and bring the team. The heads in the kitchen. You know where that is right?"
"The kitchen?" Came the officers slow-witted reply.
"The apartment. . ." Joey sighed.
"Oh, yeah! I was there last week when you stopped to drop off some shopping on the way back to the station."
"Good boy. Now get you backside down here pronto!"
Joey slipped the phone back into his pocket and walked back out of the kitchen. Mai was still standing by the door, tears were still rolling down her face. She remained silent, even as Joey pulled her in closer, letting her weep on his shoulder.
Peterson and the team arrived just as Joey and Mai were leaving. Joey thought it would be best for Mai to stay at his place for awhile, at least until she was over the shock. Joey was preparing to explain as to why Seto Kaiba, wanted man, was in his car, when he saw that the passenger seat was empty.
"Aw crap!" Joey sighed.
Mai silently looked up at him, and Joey simply shook his head, said it was nothing. He let Mai into the passenger seat and slid into the drivers. This day was getting worse at a very rapid pace.
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Me: That's all for now. This was written at around 1 am so I apologise for any problems you may have with it.
Erin: For the record, we're both Mai fans and like her tough attitude, but how would you react to finding a head in your kitchen?
