Send Me An Angel

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By: Ryoko [Raiju]

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Chapter Two

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"Whattaya got there?" Watari peered over Tsuzuki's shoulder as he studied the photo from earlier. "Hmm...that's the kid, the one that commit suicide a few days ago." The blonde pointed at the more "forced-happy" looking of the three: a very light skinned teenager with dark green eyes and short, tomato-red, hair. He was dressed in black from head to toe, a silver ankh hanging around his neck.

"That's Cain?"

"Yeah. Sad, huh? He used to be such a happy child too..."

"Do you know the whole story?"

"Pretty much. But not all of it."

"Can you tell me it? I'm getting interested in this case a little more by the minute..."

"So I noticed. Well, let's see now..." he turned around, looking out the window that had a beautiful view of the front of the complex, the sakura trees in full bloom as always. "This boy, Cain Asakura, was a normally happy child. But at age four, his father left him behind with his mother. But that was just the beginning of the problem..." he turned around sitting in the windowsill and letting the gentle breeze toy with his hair. "After his father left, his mother began to whore around, and was usually never home. On the rare occasion that she WAS home, she would abuse him, a LOT. And after the abuse was done or interrupted, she would scream at him, blaming him for things he didn't even know happened. They were never his fault either, but her curses had written the sins in the stone of his consciousness."

"Was that what drove him to suicide?"

"No, surprisingly. You see...the only way this boy knew that he was alive, was by the tears that he cried himself to sleep with. And the only other proof being that he died. That was the only way that he could prove to himself that he was alive. It's sad...but...on to what drove him to take his own life: nobody's quite sure, but for some reason, Cain was never the type to be open about his problems. The other two boys in that picture, Daisuke and Yuki, they found out on their own, seeing the bruises and cuts that he came to school with. Once, they'd walked in on him and his mom while she was beating on him. So, they knew full well that he was having it hard at home. But this would provide a motive to kill his MOTHER, not him. Unless, of course, they were to kill him in order to save him, but the percent of the chance for that happening is in the negatives."

"Basically...you don't know."

"Yeah, basically."

The brunette sighed heavily, looking at the photo. "Daisuke is the blonde, right?"

"Yeah."

"I guess I'll start with him first."

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"Hello? Who are you?" The blonde woman stepped backward a step, slightly taken aback.

"I'm a friend of Cain's...I was wondering if I could speak with your son, Daisuke?"

"You look a little old to be a friend of Cain's."

"I'm younger than I look, I'm only 18. But that's not the point...I'm kinda clinched for time...can I speak with Daisuke?"

"Umm...of course, won't you come in?"

"Thank you ma'am." He smiled, stepping into the apartment. This place was much better- more well-kept than Cain's home- and was beautiful too.

"DAI! There's someone here to talk with you."

"Tell them I'm not home!"

"Too late. Get your butt down here! He just wants to talk!" with that, she left Tsuzuki in the living room, walking to the kitchen to continue with what she'd been doing previously.

"Ugh, please make it quick." The boy groaned, hiding his eyes as he came out of his bedroom. He gasped when he got a look at Tsuzuki. "Who are you?"

"A friend. I just wanted to talk with you for a few minutes. You WERE the closest person to Cain Asakura."

"I don't feel like talking."

"Please. I just need a few questions answered and I'll never bother you again."

"Five minutes." The boy growled, sitting across from the man in one of the chairs, lifting his head slightly to see the shinigami. From the looks of it, he'd been crying, and pretty hard too. "So who the hell are you? You're no 'friend'. You're with the cops aren't you? Or is it the FBI?"

"Neither."

"Then who the hall ARE you?"

He sighed heavily. "Tsuzuki Asato. I'm a shinigami."

"A WHAT? That's the biggest load of bullshit I've ever heard."

"Well, take it any way you want, but it's the truth." His gaze locked on the boy's.

"Those eyes...you're...you're serious, aren't you?"

"I wouldn't lie about something so serious, my friend."

"All right. Whattaya wanna know?"

"Thanks." He smiled with relief, "What kind of person was Cain?"

"Quiet, very withdrawn. He used to be really happy when we were kids. When we were kids...he never cried. But as we got older, he would cry when he was around me, but never tell me what was wrong. Cain always kept his problems to himself, he was as cold as ice inside...or so he hoped he was. His mom wasn't exactly the best mother...and she hurt him a lot. For some reason, after awhile, he began to show less and less emotion around everyone...but when we were alone, he would cry. On occasion, he would ask to spend the night and we'd spend that entire night locked in my room. On those nights, I just held him and let him let everything out. I loved the guy and would do anything for him..."

"Daisuke...this might sound strange, but...was there any romantic involvement between you two?"

"Umm...uhh..." he growled at himself. "Yes."

"Did he ever say anything about how he was feeling afterwards?"

"He...said that I was his drug...that I made him forget about the pain...and made him feel like a human being. And...after he'd said good night...he always said 'forgive me'. I never understood why."

"Did he do any drugs?"

"Not that I know of. He tried Heroin once, but his body rejected it so badly that he stopped. When the drug didn't work and the sex was starting to lose it's effect, he started cutting. That's the drug he got addicted to."

"Was he ever diagnosed with any disorders? Mental or physical."

"Not that I know of. He was just really suicidal."

"How many attempts?"

"In the past year, fifteen."

"Well, that feels like five minutes to me." The brunette stood, sighing softly. "Thank you for your cooperation. It was really helpful."

"Umm...sir..."

"Tsuzuki."

"Tsuzuki, you don't think it was a suicide, do you?"

"At this rate, no."

"I've...got something that you should hear then." The blonde moved closer, wrapping his arms around the man's neck and pulling him down. "My mom can't hear this." He began in a whisper. "On the day he died, he handed me a knife, well, a copper-handled dagger, and told me to kill him. When I refused, he broke apart...but I still refused. That was our last kiss and embrace, Tsuzuki. Please, find who killed him."

"I promise I will."

"Keep in touch with me too?"

"I'll try." He smiled as he was let go. "Thank you Daisuke."

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