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Fukami
Chapter 2
Love and Life
I don't know, but I think it's from watching to much of Disney's Mulan, after drinking too much cough syrup that I have come up with this question. What is the dark side of the moon? You could say that that's a very superstitious question with a very scientific answer. But, no one wants the logical answer. There's nothing fun in knowing that the dark side of the moon is the part of the moon that can't be seen due to the moons rotation. Every one wants that scary-as-hell answer that's meant for a horror film. For that answer though, you'd have to tango with something that isn't worth it. There have been many that have found out this answer, but scarce few have lived to tell of it.
I just happened to have found out this answer…but I didn't live to tell of it.
The dark side of the moon isn't necessarily black, but moreso a reddish color. The crew of the Apollo 8 described it to be the color of dirty beach sand. However, this dark moon has a more sadistic foundation then the one they saw. I remember this moon so vividly; it haunts my dreams at night. Endlessly it molests my psyche, never once letting me sleep peacefully, except in those sparse moments that I do not dream. That moon, that's always there, makes me dredge up memories of him.
Its dark red color makes me evoke the thoughts of the many things that I hate. That gruesome color is everything that I abhor. Everything about the world…about him…about…me…
Red, I can think back on the many times my father's face became red with fury, for little things or big things. Then there was that night, when red was the color of that moon…the color of her blood…the color of my blood. I absolutely hate red.
But then, the romantic, congenial color of the ever present moon is no better. I hate white.
The ghostly white of the moon we see almost everyday is just as chilling. It too reminds me of him. It reminds me of pain, of the hospital, of sterilization, disinfection, death.
There's nothing that could ever make me like these colors. Not that deep blush that I get when my partner actually wins some inane argument. Or the empty forms that are always on his desk because said partner has an allergy to doing work. (Despite how annoying that is, actually knowing him makes up for all that. But I doubt I'll be saying as much out loud) Still these don't even soften my revulsion of these colors. Especially when white is the color of the man that I detest worst then any nightmare, and red…red is the color that will forever mar my useless, childish body.
And then there's violet. The color that he seems to be obsessed with along with white. And yet, I can't bring myself to hate that color.
Hisoka
2003
because I'm too sick to get out of bed.
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There was life everywhere in Japan. From all of the shops bustling with customers to the many cars rushing over the busy streets. The sidewalk was filled with dozens of people all with their own unknown agendas. Each of their steps took them past many and their paths mingled with the various other individuals. The essence of their lives was shared with the many they crossed just for that brief instance. One such individual walked along, relishing in the feel of the human psyche buzzing along with the soft noise of the morning life, though their attention was directed elsewhere.
There was another form of life that took his interest. The green of the numerous trees that dotted the area and the birds that lounged in those trees or on the ground, just far enough away from passersby so as not to be bothered. He found himself caught in the harmonious grip of the life taken for granted by the early morning goers. As he walked along in an unhurried pace a merry hum filled whatever silence that may have remained around him.
Presently violet eyes slid over the scene he was walking past, taking in every detail and logging away important information, while looking idle enough to not look suspicious. Not that he doubted his current disguise made him look suspicious in the least.
"Ne, Juliet, wait a second!" Forced out of his thoughts he blinked a couple of times before realizing he had been called upon. With a long suffering sigh he turned to regard the newcomer. He put on a warm smile realizing it was his "look-alike".
"Goodness, I didn't think you were really gonna leave me when you said you would."
The newcomer whined in a pseudo-hurt tone.
Quatre folded his arms and stared at his "brother" flatly. "Then perhaps next time you'll think twice before going back to bed." He replied darkly. Duo gave a sheepish smile before looking over his comrade. "You really do look like me, it's almost cute, and yet almost freaky." He stated after taking in the long brown hair that now adorned his friend's head. It was put up in pretty pigtails and made the naturally blond look absolutely adorable. Not to mention the brown blazer and skirt that made up the girl's uniform he was wearing. That helped a lot.
"What I find is freaky is the name thing, Romeo and Juliet? I mean really." Quatre pouted. When he agreed to becoming Duo's twin he didn't realize he was to be a twin sister. But that wasn't the worst part about it. The worst part was the fact that he hated having long hair. It was hot, and heavy. This whole disguise aspect was going to turn out really bad for him in the long run.
"Aww, I think it's cute." Duo stated with a smile. He placed his hands in his pockets as he resumed his walk to school "That's only because you're Romeo." Quatre retorted following sulkily. Duo merely shrugged with a cheerful smile and the conversation dropped off. They both walked in silence as they took in the morning. Duo thinking over the current mission, while Quatre was trying to get over the whole "dress as a girl" to hide thing.
"How about we stop for breakfast?" Duo suggested after awhile. Quatre, startled out of his thoughts turned to look at him. "Oh yeah, that would be nice. We have a while before school starts." He stated checking his watch. Duo immediately pouted. "Then why are we out this early?" He complained good-naturedly. Quatre lifted an eyebrow.
"I want you to know I'm ignoring that question." He told while looking apologetic. Duo laughed. "Anyone else but you, Julie, and I'd be insulted." He stated. Quatre grumbled something indistinct before sniffing. "Let's just get something to eat. We have to meet the others before school." He said before donning his usual smile. "Surely." Duo smiled as well, however he couldn't help but feel a sense of sorrow. This wasn't his usual Quat. He just hoped it wouldn't be too long before he returned to normal, if ever.
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After coffee there wasn't much else that I really needed to do outside. Of course taking a walk just to pass time was something but I really didn't want to worry my partner who would most likely wake to find me absent. That would probably send that bumbling idiot into flurries trying to figure out where I am. Not that I don't appreciate the sentiment, I just don't enjoy being babied all day long. It gets rather tiresome the fifth time someone asks you if you're okay only to get the same reply of six seconds ago.
Still I really don't like it when Tsuzuki worries, so I should head home. However, for some reason I find myself still sitting in the small coffee shop just on the corner of the block our hotel resides in, trying to decide if I want to get muffins or apple pie for that idiot. Muffins are a lot healthier, but he loves apple pie; see him happy or worry about his eating habits. I sigh; it's not as if it matters anymore. So I go ahead and get both. That way he's happy and full, at least till lunch...or brunch. I don't know why I bother anymore...
As I take the purchases from the cashier I move towards the door only to seconds later be stopped by the door swinging open abruptly revealing two brown haired teens, twins presumably. They walked or rather ran in, namely the male in the pair, while the other rushed after, seemingly trying to catch up. "Romeo!!" She reprimanded with a long-suffering sigh. The braided boy in question turned back to look at, who I'd guess was his sister, given the similarities. She gave him a flat look and his eyes roamed over to me who was still trying to get a hold of the bags that I had been fumbling with. "Oh! Sorry about that, here let me help." He offered moving over to help me with the bag.
Normally I'm sure that I wouldn't have been fumbling, however looking over the two I couldn't help but notice to distinctive factors. First was that they were dressed as if they were attending the Sakura District schools (AN: Yes, I know, very originaloO) the second was their eyes. There were only three people that I've met with that eye color, and two-thirds of them I just ran into. I'll let you guess what color it was and who the third person is.
He's smiling, and it almost looks like a smirk, and I realize that I've been staring. I feel heat rise to my face and I resist the urge to smack my forehead (seeing as I've already nearly lost Tsuzuki's breakfast once, I don't want to do it again.) I really hope I haven't been starring too long. At that thought I had a feeling my blush grew brighter. "Uh…thank you." I say trying my hardest not to look away. That sentence sounded very intelligent. "No problem." He stated enthusiastically. I nod and as dignified as I can muster I move out of the restaurant trying not to feel like a dog with its tail between its legs.
Back in the room I didn't immediately see Tsuzuki, however I knew that he was there so I went ahead and set the bag on the table and reached inside to grab the muffins. "Hisoka?" The bathroom door opened behind me and I turned to see Tsuzuki sticking his head out the door. He was in the middle of drying his hair with one hand and buttoning his shirt with the other. Somehow he also managed to keep his toothbrush in his mouth and talk. Sometimes I wonder about him. Hell, most of the time I do.
"Yes, Tsuzuki?" I answered him while turning back to my previous task. I couldn't exactly see his eyes widen but I had a feeling that's what they were doing as I felt his excitement rise.
"Hisoka-chan!!! Is that for meeee?" He asked moving closer to the sweet smelling bag. He leaned over my shoulder to look into the bag and I repressed a shiver at him being so close. (You can make of it what you will, but I say it was the fact that that damn towel was tickling my neck.)
I didn't dare to look back at him, even though I knew he had probably gone all puppy-eyed on me. There is such a thing as being too adorable. Let's not tell him I mentioned anything about being adorable. Instead of answering him I just move out of the way and let him to the bag. He did the male equivalent of squealing like a school girl and began to dig through the bag. There really wasn't that much in there. I'm starting to believe another dimension was created inside the bag and he is now trying to retrieve the lost sweets that happened to fall through. That is until he pulled everything out. Then all my theories went capote. He made a big deal out of opening the wrapped baked goods and for a second I thought he was going to start crying, either that or annoy the heck out of me with the mile a minute "Thank you Hisoka, I knew you loved me!" Speech he was giving.
"Alright, stop that before I decide to see if I can get a refund." I glower noticing that that damn blush was coming back. He was looking at me with watery eyes, probably considering whether or not I could do that. The way he was clutching his treats I was quite sure that he thought it was something I'd do. And in deed it is something I'd do, if you could actually return food. For no…good…reason that is.
"You wouldn't actually do that, would you 'Soka? That would be really…mean." He said starring at me apprehensively.
"Baka." I retorted rolling my eyes and stomping over to the coffee table by the couch. I picked up the case file and looked through it once more. Nothing more then flipping the pages idly, as I have already gone through this whole file at least ten times. I now feel as though I could recount this damned thing forwards and backwards. It brings a new meaning to "Knowing the case thoroughly."
Sitting down I reacquaint myself with the pages and the few pictures that accompany them. According to the text we're after some kid who likes to kill animals and string them from trees. Really not our line of expertise as we're not exactly running a dead animal shelter, however for some odd reason the animal deaths are filtering to the Shokan division making our damn office look like a zoo. Still not our problem, right? If only that were true. The reason we're called onto the job is because animal deaths are beginning to coincide with the death of humans in this region. Shuffling through the sheets I find a graph that shows the incline in animal deaths as opposed to human deaths over the past few months. They begin to merge somewhere between the end of last month and the beginning of this one.
It seems that this should be an open and shut case. We're in the area of the most recent murder and it's only one kid. There are three major problems preventing us from taking action though. First the deaths are too spread out over a wide range. No two deaths occur in or even around the same spot. We're only here now because this is the middle of all of the death areas. Secondly, there is nothing linking the deaths of the humans to the death of the animals. Even the Kiseki is showing that they were meant to die. Thirdly, and lastly, the kid we're after was laid to rest over one hundred years ago.
How do you even begin to look for someone like that?
Well, it would seem that the best place to begin is to find a median age. There doesn't seem to be an over all one so a guess is as good as any. The prominent unknown caused deaths in this area are a Toriya, Genji, a fourteen year old girl who attended the Aspen district schools, the district for those living further out in the country areas. There wasn't much about her. It might be a good idea to see if a picture could be found on her. There was nothing. No police photos or even school pictures. A photo would be a good place to start followed by an address. They could talk to the family of the victim and see if that yields any good information.
Hatsuya, Omi, a twenty-one year old college student who lived in the city area and Teyuda, Lowery, a teacher in the Sakura district couldn't be tracked as easily. Teyuda lived by himself while Hatsuya moved around to much. What about these three if anything made them be chosen to die so suddenly?
"Hm?" Tsuzuki drawled over a muffin and I looked up realizing I'd ask that question out loud. I shook my head, running my hand through my hair. "We need to call Tatsumi and see if he can get you a teaching position. Temporarily of course. Teyuda worked here in the Sakura district and with his untimely death I'm sure they'll need a−"
"Hai, Hisoka, I've already spoken with Tatsumi-san. This morning actually." Tsuzuki smiled at me, not trying to gloat, just…smiling like usual. "Oh…" I say looking down at that case file before that damned blush could become noticeable.
"I'll be starting tomorrow," He explained, and I nodded frowning, how many years have I been in this business and I'm still amazed at how much gets done in an hour. But considering my partner could you blame me? Sadly enough, considering my partner I shouldn't be surprised. Somehow he manages to be the best in the business. "So today's all free we can go sight-seeing, or try the restaurants or…" I resisted the urge to smack my forehead as he rattled off plans for what could be a free day. Those were few and far between. However nice it would be… "Tsuzuki we're on an assignment, not a walk through the park, Lazy baka." I hissed before standing. "Since you're checking out the school tomorrow how about we try and find some leads on Genji's home today. We can start at the police department in the Aspen district."
He visibly drooped, "Demo…Hisoka, we haven't gotten anywhere with checking the police department for the other two. They might as well not exist." I glared at him giving him a deep frown and crossing my arms. "I never opened this to debate Tsuzuki. I want to finish this assignment as soon as possible." I had a bad feeling that he was going to take that the wrong way, but I couldn't take it back. Something about pride and dignity and, not looking like an ass. Somehow though I don't believe any of those applied to this situation.
He gave a smile and nodded, "Alright Hisoka. We should go through the police files. I called Gushoshin; he should be able to get us whatever the police know. Watari is looking for the address to her house. So if we go to the station maybe the police can give us leads on eyewitnesses. I can't say that I have much hope but we can see." He said and I nodded to that, resisting the urge to gape openly. It really doesn't matter how long I work with him. I'm always going to be surprised by what can happen in an hour.
T.B.C.
Well, it's Shrenee here, giving another formal apology for the lateness of this chapter. I'm excited to say that by Monday the next chapter should be out. (I like space between my chapters but not months) I hope you enjoyed and please review.
Shrenee