A Lust For Blood Chapter One. By EternalSenshi. I don't own SM. Please R&R.
Miki Kanno readjusted her shirt as she reached the bar. "Hey, Akari!" she called excitedly. "I've got one!"
"Already?" Akari Tana said, turning on the stool. "Are you sure you're ready, Miki?"
"Of course!" Miki said. "I learned from the best, didn't I?"
"Well, where is the guy?" Akari asked.
"Over there," she said, pointing her thumb behind her. "Relax, Akari. I've got it under control. This is my first one, okay? Let me have it."
Akari was uncertain. Miki was new to the world of prostitution. She could be headstrong, childish, and unsure of what to do in a dangerous situation. She was only nineteen. If things went wrong...but Miki wanted to earn her keep at Akari's. If Miki was ready, then Akari couldn't play mother hen anymore, and had to let her go. "All right, kid. No bareback riders, 'kay?"
"Gotcha, babe." Miki said. She kissed Akari on the cheek. "See you!" she cried, walking away from the bar. She made sure her midriff was showing, and that she looked as desirable as possible as she began to sway her hips from side to side, approaching her customer's table. "Shall we go to a back room?" she asked silkily. "There's lots of room back there."
"Very well," said the customer. He followed her to the back hallway, where the whoring rooms were kept. As she closed the hallway door, the groans of passion from behind the closed doors became more lucid to their ears, and the smell of sweat and sexual juices surrounded them.
"Come on, boy," Miki said, pulling him closer to her. Her lips ravaged his, as her hands weaved through her soft, black hair. His hands began to slide up her body, and groped her breasts. Miki moved her hands from his head to down his back, to having her fingers dance around his belt. As he was still groping her, moving his kisses to her neck, occasionally giving a love bite here or there, Miki gasped, her breathing becoming labored as she slipped her hands into his belt, and felt the bulge of his passion. Miki didn't notice as she began 'basket weaving' on his penis that his breathing was not the same as hers.
They found an empty room, and entered in a hurry. The customer threw her down on the cushioned floor, and dropped down after her.
"Whoa," Miki said "Feisty, aren't we?"
He didn't answer. Instead, he produced a strip of material from his pocket. "Do you want to try some sadism?"
"Sure, if it makes you happy." Miki purred.
He bound her hands together above her head, bound her feet together, and turned to her shirt. In one swift motion, he pulled the shirt off of her body, leaving it under her.
"Hey!" Miki cried.
"You'll get new clothes," he said. He undid her bra, pulling it up to her bound hands, and pulled her underwear down to her bound feet. This was to ensure that she couldn't cover herself as he stared at her nude form.
He began to shed his clothes, showing and flexing his powerful muscled form from all parts of his body. He dropped his pants next to where Miki lay, and began to crawl on her body. He traveled his tongue from her left cheek down to her neck, and around her chest, where he circled her breast nipple, then grasped it firmly in his mouth. Miki moaned audibly, feeling him run his tongue over her nipple as it became as hard as a nail head. He ran his tongue again to the other nipple, repeating the same process, then let go and traveled all the way down to her stomach. Miki closed her eyes, almost about to explode from the emotion. She was feeling uncomfortable in this situation the longer it continued. "Stop," she said softly.
He did nothing, except rummage around in his pants with one hand, while the rest of him still tormented her thoughts with pleasurable acts.
"Stop!" she said, a little more forcefully, doing her best to nudge him off her bound feet. "Stop!" she almost cried, kicking him again.
He got up and looked at her, glaring straight into her eyes. Immediately, Miki was filled with inexplicable terror, looking into the dark pits of his eyes. They were filled with a lust - not a lust of sexual reasons - a lust of something deeper, something darker. Miki felt as if all of her strength was leaving her as she stared helplessly into his gaze. "Who-who are you?" she managed to gasp out.
He turned the corners of his lips up slightly, giving him a crazed, malicious look. "You know what the best part of sadism is?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
"I don't want to know." Miki whispered.
The customer lifted a sharp knife from the floor, and examined it in the light. "To see this silver bathed in a dark red," he said. "Your blood will be the blood to cloak it tonight."
"No...no! NO! GET AWAY!" Miki screamed, trying to move. All she could do was roll, but it wasn't enough. The man stopped her and sat on her stomach.
"No! No, please! Please don't!" Miki begged, tears forming at the corners of her eyes.
He laughed. "You're pathetic. A prostitute, like you, begging for life at my hands. A prostitute, like you, doesn't deserve to live. You filthy, dirty little whore." He held the knife against her throat, turning it slightly in both directions. He slid it slowly across her throat, drawing some blood. Some of it ran down her body from the incline she was on, leaving streaks across her body.
"Please, stop!" Miki pleaded, one last time.
"Go to hell, you whore," he said. He dug the knife in, and slashed her throat. Blood spurted out everywhere with the force of his blow, spraying the cushions and leaving splatters across his face. Mad with his lust for blood, he cut again and again in the same spot, spreading her blood everywhere. He used the knife to create giant carving strokes across the abdomen, and then took the knife to his lips, licking the blood from the steel. After that, he took the knife, and shoved it up her uterus. Pools of blood collected around Miki's body, with her eyes open and her mouth slightly agape, as if she were appalled at her own murder. He bent over and kissed the blood, then kissed her lips, leaving traces like it was fading lipstick.
"Sleep, little bitch," he whispered, then began cleaning up his marks.
Rei Hino, chief of Juuban's Special Victims Unit, finished putting up the yellow police tape up in front of the door. "Ami! Make sure no one touches the body unless they're on our team!" she said, looking past the doorframe.
"Rei, do you know who you're talking to?" Ami Mizuno, head of forensics, called, looking up from the body. "Mako! Be careful!"
Makoto Kino, forensics analyst, picked up all the folders she dropped. "Sorry," she said sheepishly.
"Are we going to have to bag everything in here?" Ryo Urawa, forensic anthropologist, asked.
"Everything with blood, and everything that's evidence," Rei said. "Maybe we'll get something of him."
"In other words, yes." Yuichiro Keitara, medical examiner, said under his breath. "Sorry to break your heart, Rei-"
"She doesn't have one." Minako Aino, member of the SVU, stated, adjusting her officer's cap.
"But he didn't fuck her." Yuichiro said plainly, trying to avoid conflict.
Ami looked up sharply. "No sexual contact?" she asked, surprised.
"None." Yuichiro said, shaking his bushy head. "He probably used the idea of sex as a lure. You know, led her on, until he killed her. Only marks in her uterus were the ones of the murder weapon."
"Lovely," Minako said with a wry smile. "Look, I'll take some of the bagged cushions to my car, okay?"
"Right." Ami said. "Anyone questioning the person who found her?"
"I'm on my way." Rei said, making sure her badge was on.
Minako picked up some bagged cushions, and held them. "Isn't it great working together again?"
"Yes, Minako. Murder is always a fun way to meet people." Makoto said, putting tags next to the evidence.
"I didn't mean that." Minako said huffily. Makoto smiled, and took a picture of what she'd flagged.
"Just go with the evidence," Ami said, studying the body.
"Her name was...is, Miki Kanno." Akari said, her face swollen from crying.
"Was Miki a regular prostitute?" Rei asked.
"N-no." Akari said. "I-it was her first j-job."
"Did you see the person she was with?" Rei asked.
"N-no." Akari stuttered. "But I should have. It's my-my fault."
Rei put her hand on Akari's shoulder as Akari began to cry again. "It's not your fault, Miss Tana." Rei said soothingly.
Minako came from the hallway, holding bags of bloodstained pillows, sheets, and other assorted things. "Rei, Ami wants to see you."
Rei nodded, and turned back to Akari. "I want you to stay here, okay? I'll be back." She turned to Minako. "Did she say why?"
"No, but you should go back anyway." Minako said, going to the parking lot.
Rei walked the dark hallway, wondering how Miki felt as she was being led to her death. The dim red light from the ceiling cast the hall in an eerie glow, as thought the walls were painted in blood. Rei shivered. "I've gotta stop reading Edgar Allen Poe," she told herself quietly as she walked under the police tape into the back room. "You called?"
Ami zipped up Miki's clothes in the evidence bag and looked at Rei. "When Minako comes back. She said she has something to say."
Rei groaned. "I was questioning the witness, you know."
"Come on, Rei." Makoto said. "You can wait five minutes."
Rei sighed, and leaned against the wall. Ami and Makoto put away the camera as Yuichiro and Ryo finished documenting the incident.
"So, no sexual contact at all?" Makoto asked.
"None. But, it looks like out killer is a big fan of S&M." Ryo said.
"S&M?" Ami asked.
"Sadism and masochism. Can't say if there was any masochism yet, but by the bindings, and how he probably lured her here, there was definite sadism." Ryo said, looking at Miki's face.
"What's the difference?" Rei asked.
"Masochism, in or out of sex, is giving yourself a kind of natural high by torturing yourself. The most common form of it is slashing wrists. Sadism is mostly used during sex from what I've seen. It's when one of the two cuts the other, binds them, tortures them instead of themselves."
Rei automatically had an image of her boyfriend being bound up, and herself in a leather catsuit, toting a whip. Scary, she thought.
Minako walked back in, and adjusted her hat. "I was just thinking. Who's the one person that would be a huge asset to this case?"
Everyone became silent, and stared everywhere but Minako's face. "What?" Minako cried. "We know she's the best!"
"Yes, but Mina P, think about why she's not here." Rei said.
"I think Mina P's right." Ryo said. "She's the only one who can handle it. She's a born natural."
"But remember why she's not here!" Rei stressed. "Look, the CSI and SVU can't handle any more bad publicity!"
"So, because of a trap, our best had to be fired?" Ami asked.
"This definitely needs her help. Think about it!" Makoto argued.
"I'm the chief of SVU, and I need to look out for my team," Rei protested.
"But she's not just on your team. She's on our team." Minako said quietly.
Everyone was silent. Finally, Ami piped up, "So, call her already."
Rei sighed, and pulled out her cell phone. "If anything happens, you guys better be ready to take the blame."
"Don't worry, there's jobs for all of us at 'Sushi Heaven'." Minako said with a smile.
Rei rolled her eyes, and waited for their forensics prodigy to pick up.
Bottles of alcohol, half-filled or empty, filled the room. The only other thing in the room was a mattress, with a huge bundle of blankets. Under the blankets, a slender hand came out and flopped on the floor. The phone began to ring, and the hand flopped around like a fish on dry land, trying to find the phone. She knocked over bottles, which clanked together, giving the owner the beginnings of a headache. The hand finally found the receiver, and pulled it under the blankets. "Hello?" a voice slurred groggily.
"Hello, Usagi?"
The person under the blankets rolled over, revealing long blonde hair in loose buns, and blue eyes shut painfully. "Yeah? Who's this?"
"Usagi, it's Rei. Remember me?"
"Yeah, I remember you," Usagi said. "You fired me."
"I didn't fire you. It wasn't up to me." Rei protested.
"Whatever, Whaddya want?"
Rei paused for a second. "Are you drunk?"
"No." Usagi yawned. "I just have a bad hangover. Hold on." She reached over, trying to grab a particular bottle that was half-full.
Rei listened to the sound of bottles clanking over the phone. "You are drunk!"
Usagi took a swig from the bottle. "No, I am not drunk," she protested. "I was drunk last night."
"Usagi!"
"Look, what are you calling about, Rei?"
"This is hard for me to say," Rei sighed. "We need you here."
"Where?"
"The Kinmoku Club, downtown." Rei paused. "There's been a murder."
Usagi stared at the phone. "Why're you calling me?"
"Damn it, Usagi!" Rei cried. "You think I want to tell you about a pleasant little murder, just like I'd casually mention the fucking weather?"
"Yeah, to gloat." Usagi took another swig from the bottle.
"Usagi, we want you back. Now."
Usagi sat up. "What?!"
The door to the Kinmoku Club opened, and in stepped a happy-go-lucky yet somewhat inebriated Usagi Tsukino. Minako smiled and met up with her. "Glad to see you back, Usagi."
"Body?"
"In the back. Pretty gruesome."
"Female?"
"As usual."
"Lead the way." Usagi said. Minako tipped her hat slightly, and directed the way down the red hallway. As Usagi looked at the open doors, and smelled the heavy scent of sweat and sexual juices, she sighed. Poor girl, she thought. Poor anyone.
"Here she is," Minako held out her arm, directing Usagi into the room. Usagi stopped at the door, gazing at Miki Kanno's unfortunate corpse. She carefully stepped her way to the body, gazing at the glazed over eyes. She ran her eyes over the body, from the decapitated head, to the strokes across the abdomen, and ending at the pool of blood around the vagina. "Ryo, what happened?"
"Sadism. Tied and bound around the hands and feet, then slashed across the neck and abdomen, ending with a nice insertion into her uterus." Ryo said automatically.
Usagi looked at the body again, and turned. "Mina P," she said slowly, "remind me not to drink anymore."
Minako and Ryo watched in horror as Usagi began retching all the contents in her stomach onto the ground. Minako quickly took Usagi outside to finish throwing up all the alcohol she'd consumed. She patted Usagi's back, and rubbed it gently. "Not easy after being away for a while, is it?"
Usagi wiped her mouth with a steady hand. "Just a little." She grinned. "Help me back in."
Rei was still questioning Akari when the two blondes came in. She excused herself, and walked to Usagi. "Well, what did you find out?"
"That I need to stop drinking," Usagi stated.
"And?"
"And you obviously haven't been around any crime scenes since I've been gone."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Rei, we're dealing with a standard S&M blood lust." Usagi said. "If it were as gruesome as you claim, it would have the head missing, or something remotely serious."
"Usagi, didn't Rei tell you?" Minako asked.
"Tell me what?"
"This isn't the first one."
Usagi looked at the floor, looking like she was on the verge of something critical. "Jack the Ripper..." she whispered.
"What?' Minako and Rei asked.
"Do you remember the case of Jack the Ripper in the late 1800's?"
"What's that got to do with anything?" Rei asked. "It happened over a century ago. This is the 21st century."
"I know, I know, but, Mina P, was the first body mutilated?" Usagi asked.
"No, just a slit throat. Other than that, she was perfectly fine."
"Prostitute?"
"Yes."
"Occurring theme," Usagi pointed out. "And you think it was the same person?"
Minako nodded. "Ryo thinks so, too."
"Maybe he's a copycat of Jack the Ripper." Rei said.
"Exactly." Usagi said. "I have to wait for the coroner's reports before I'm certain. Who's the coroner, by the way?"
"You'll see them later. We need to clean up and bag the body." Rei said.
"Wait, Rei!" Usagi grabbed Rei's arm. "What does this mean?"
Rei glared at Usagi. "What do you think it means?"
"Ah-ha! I've got my job back!" Usagi took Minako's arms and they spun around in celebration.
"No one can know, Usagi!" Rei called.
"All right, all right, anyone ready to bag a corpse?" Usagi said.
Minako smiled. "Same old Usagi."
"Ryo! Yuichiro! I need you to bag the body! Makoto!" Usagi called.
"Yeah?" Makoto said, dropping the notebook in her hands.
"Make sure all the bloodstained articles got to the Serology Lab. Go with Minako."
"Right." Makoto left the room as Yuichiro zipped up the body bag.
"Ami, go with the body, I'll check up on it at the coroner's. Make sure all pieces of evidence are picked up, and let's get back to the office." She stared at the black bag containing Miki Kanno.
"And remember, we're dealing with a ripper here."
Terms in case you're confused:
Forensic Anthropologist: studies the human body before the coroner has an autopsy. Serology Lab: all bloodstained articles must go here before going to the evidence lab. Coroner: the main cutter. Has the legal authority to investigate deaths.
Forensics is going to be my major in college, so I decided to take all I know and put it in a fanfiction. I want to get the first chapter up before I go to Orlando, so here it is (Plus, I'm writing on a Friday afternoon.) So, I hope you enjoy. Mamoru will show up in the next chapter, so don't worry about him.
Finally, a real serious fanfiction for me.
EternalSenshi
Miki Kanno readjusted her shirt as she reached the bar. "Hey, Akari!" she called excitedly. "I've got one!"
"Already?" Akari Tana said, turning on the stool. "Are you sure you're ready, Miki?"
"Of course!" Miki said. "I learned from the best, didn't I?"
"Well, where is the guy?" Akari asked.
"Over there," she said, pointing her thumb behind her. "Relax, Akari. I've got it under control. This is my first one, okay? Let me have it."
Akari was uncertain. Miki was new to the world of prostitution. She could be headstrong, childish, and unsure of what to do in a dangerous situation. She was only nineteen. If things went wrong...but Miki wanted to earn her keep at Akari's. If Miki was ready, then Akari couldn't play mother hen anymore, and had to let her go. "All right, kid. No bareback riders, 'kay?"
"Gotcha, babe." Miki said. She kissed Akari on the cheek. "See you!" she cried, walking away from the bar. She made sure her midriff was showing, and that she looked as desirable as possible as she began to sway her hips from side to side, approaching her customer's table. "Shall we go to a back room?" she asked silkily. "There's lots of room back there."
"Very well," said the customer. He followed her to the back hallway, where the whoring rooms were kept. As she closed the hallway door, the groans of passion from behind the closed doors became more lucid to their ears, and the smell of sweat and sexual juices surrounded them.
"Come on, boy," Miki said, pulling him closer to her. Her lips ravaged his, as her hands weaved through her soft, black hair. His hands began to slide up her body, and groped her breasts. Miki moved her hands from his head to down his back, to having her fingers dance around his belt. As he was still groping her, moving his kisses to her neck, occasionally giving a love bite here or there, Miki gasped, her breathing becoming labored as she slipped her hands into his belt, and felt the bulge of his passion. Miki didn't notice as she began 'basket weaving' on his penis that his breathing was not the same as hers.
They found an empty room, and entered in a hurry. The customer threw her down on the cushioned floor, and dropped down after her.
"Whoa," Miki said "Feisty, aren't we?"
He didn't answer. Instead, he produced a strip of material from his pocket. "Do you want to try some sadism?"
"Sure, if it makes you happy." Miki purred.
He bound her hands together above her head, bound her feet together, and turned to her shirt. In one swift motion, he pulled the shirt off of her body, leaving it under her.
"Hey!" Miki cried.
"You'll get new clothes," he said. He undid her bra, pulling it up to her bound hands, and pulled her underwear down to her bound feet. This was to ensure that she couldn't cover herself as he stared at her nude form.
He began to shed his clothes, showing and flexing his powerful muscled form from all parts of his body. He dropped his pants next to where Miki lay, and began to crawl on her body. He traveled his tongue from her left cheek down to her neck, and around her chest, where he circled her breast nipple, then grasped it firmly in his mouth. Miki moaned audibly, feeling him run his tongue over her nipple as it became as hard as a nail head. He ran his tongue again to the other nipple, repeating the same process, then let go and traveled all the way down to her stomach. Miki closed her eyes, almost about to explode from the emotion. She was feeling uncomfortable in this situation the longer it continued. "Stop," she said softly.
He did nothing, except rummage around in his pants with one hand, while the rest of him still tormented her thoughts with pleasurable acts.
"Stop!" she said, a little more forcefully, doing her best to nudge him off her bound feet. "Stop!" she almost cried, kicking him again.
He got up and looked at her, glaring straight into her eyes. Immediately, Miki was filled with inexplicable terror, looking into the dark pits of his eyes. They were filled with a lust - not a lust of sexual reasons - a lust of something deeper, something darker. Miki felt as if all of her strength was leaving her as she stared helplessly into his gaze. "Who-who are you?" she managed to gasp out.
He turned the corners of his lips up slightly, giving him a crazed, malicious look. "You know what the best part of sadism is?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
"I don't want to know." Miki whispered.
The customer lifted a sharp knife from the floor, and examined it in the light. "To see this silver bathed in a dark red," he said. "Your blood will be the blood to cloak it tonight."
"No...no! NO! GET AWAY!" Miki screamed, trying to move. All she could do was roll, but it wasn't enough. The man stopped her and sat on her stomach.
"No! No, please! Please don't!" Miki begged, tears forming at the corners of her eyes.
He laughed. "You're pathetic. A prostitute, like you, begging for life at my hands. A prostitute, like you, doesn't deserve to live. You filthy, dirty little whore." He held the knife against her throat, turning it slightly in both directions. He slid it slowly across her throat, drawing some blood. Some of it ran down her body from the incline she was on, leaving streaks across her body.
"Please, stop!" Miki pleaded, one last time.
"Go to hell, you whore," he said. He dug the knife in, and slashed her throat. Blood spurted out everywhere with the force of his blow, spraying the cushions and leaving splatters across his face. Mad with his lust for blood, he cut again and again in the same spot, spreading her blood everywhere. He used the knife to create giant carving strokes across the abdomen, and then took the knife to his lips, licking the blood from the steel. After that, he took the knife, and shoved it up her uterus. Pools of blood collected around Miki's body, with her eyes open and her mouth slightly agape, as if she were appalled at her own murder. He bent over and kissed the blood, then kissed her lips, leaving traces like it was fading lipstick.
"Sleep, little bitch," he whispered, then began cleaning up his marks.
Rei Hino, chief of Juuban's Special Victims Unit, finished putting up the yellow police tape up in front of the door. "Ami! Make sure no one touches the body unless they're on our team!" she said, looking past the doorframe.
"Rei, do you know who you're talking to?" Ami Mizuno, head of forensics, called, looking up from the body. "Mako! Be careful!"
Makoto Kino, forensics analyst, picked up all the folders she dropped. "Sorry," she said sheepishly.
"Are we going to have to bag everything in here?" Ryo Urawa, forensic anthropologist, asked.
"Everything with blood, and everything that's evidence," Rei said. "Maybe we'll get something of him."
"In other words, yes." Yuichiro Keitara, medical examiner, said under his breath. "Sorry to break your heart, Rei-"
"She doesn't have one." Minako Aino, member of the SVU, stated, adjusting her officer's cap.
"But he didn't fuck her." Yuichiro said plainly, trying to avoid conflict.
Ami looked up sharply. "No sexual contact?" she asked, surprised.
"None." Yuichiro said, shaking his bushy head. "He probably used the idea of sex as a lure. You know, led her on, until he killed her. Only marks in her uterus were the ones of the murder weapon."
"Lovely," Minako said with a wry smile. "Look, I'll take some of the bagged cushions to my car, okay?"
"Right." Ami said. "Anyone questioning the person who found her?"
"I'm on my way." Rei said, making sure her badge was on.
Minako picked up some bagged cushions, and held them. "Isn't it great working together again?"
"Yes, Minako. Murder is always a fun way to meet people." Makoto said, putting tags next to the evidence.
"I didn't mean that." Minako said huffily. Makoto smiled, and took a picture of what she'd flagged.
"Just go with the evidence," Ami said, studying the body.
"Her name was...is, Miki Kanno." Akari said, her face swollen from crying.
"Was Miki a regular prostitute?" Rei asked.
"N-no." Akari said. "I-it was her first j-job."
"Did you see the person she was with?" Rei asked.
"N-no." Akari stuttered. "But I should have. It's my-my fault."
Rei put her hand on Akari's shoulder as Akari began to cry again. "It's not your fault, Miss Tana." Rei said soothingly.
Minako came from the hallway, holding bags of bloodstained pillows, sheets, and other assorted things. "Rei, Ami wants to see you."
Rei nodded, and turned back to Akari. "I want you to stay here, okay? I'll be back." She turned to Minako. "Did she say why?"
"No, but you should go back anyway." Minako said, going to the parking lot.
Rei walked the dark hallway, wondering how Miki felt as she was being led to her death. The dim red light from the ceiling cast the hall in an eerie glow, as thought the walls were painted in blood. Rei shivered. "I've gotta stop reading Edgar Allen Poe," she told herself quietly as she walked under the police tape into the back room. "You called?"
Ami zipped up Miki's clothes in the evidence bag and looked at Rei. "When Minako comes back. She said she has something to say."
Rei groaned. "I was questioning the witness, you know."
"Come on, Rei." Makoto said. "You can wait five minutes."
Rei sighed, and leaned against the wall. Ami and Makoto put away the camera as Yuichiro and Ryo finished documenting the incident.
"So, no sexual contact at all?" Makoto asked.
"None. But, it looks like out killer is a big fan of S&M." Ryo said.
"S&M?" Ami asked.
"Sadism and masochism. Can't say if there was any masochism yet, but by the bindings, and how he probably lured her here, there was definite sadism." Ryo said, looking at Miki's face.
"What's the difference?" Rei asked.
"Masochism, in or out of sex, is giving yourself a kind of natural high by torturing yourself. The most common form of it is slashing wrists. Sadism is mostly used during sex from what I've seen. It's when one of the two cuts the other, binds them, tortures them instead of themselves."
Rei automatically had an image of her boyfriend being bound up, and herself in a leather catsuit, toting a whip. Scary, she thought.
Minako walked back in, and adjusted her hat. "I was just thinking. Who's the one person that would be a huge asset to this case?"
Everyone became silent, and stared everywhere but Minako's face. "What?" Minako cried. "We know she's the best!"
"Yes, but Mina P, think about why she's not here." Rei said.
"I think Mina P's right." Ryo said. "She's the only one who can handle it. She's a born natural."
"But remember why she's not here!" Rei stressed. "Look, the CSI and SVU can't handle any more bad publicity!"
"So, because of a trap, our best had to be fired?" Ami asked.
"This definitely needs her help. Think about it!" Makoto argued.
"I'm the chief of SVU, and I need to look out for my team," Rei protested.
"But she's not just on your team. She's on our team." Minako said quietly.
Everyone was silent. Finally, Ami piped up, "So, call her already."
Rei sighed, and pulled out her cell phone. "If anything happens, you guys better be ready to take the blame."
"Don't worry, there's jobs for all of us at 'Sushi Heaven'." Minako said with a smile.
Rei rolled her eyes, and waited for their forensics prodigy to pick up.
Bottles of alcohol, half-filled or empty, filled the room. The only other thing in the room was a mattress, with a huge bundle of blankets. Under the blankets, a slender hand came out and flopped on the floor. The phone began to ring, and the hand flopped around like a fish on dry land, trying to find the phone. She knocked over bottles, which clanked together, giving the owner the beginnings of a headache. The hand finally found the receiver, and pulled it under the blankets. "Hello?" a voice slurred groggily.
"Hello, Usagi?"
The person under the blankets rolled over, revealing long blonde hair in loose buns, and blue eyes shut painfully. "Yeah? Who's this?"
"Usagi, it's Rei. Remember me?"
"Yeah, I remember you," Usagi said. "You fired me."
"I didn't fire you. It wasn't up to me." Rei protested.
"Whatever, Whaddya want?"
Rei paused for a second. "Are you drunk?"
"No." Usagi yawned. "I just have a bad hangover. Hold on." She reached over, trying to grab a particular bottle that was half-full.
Rei listened to the sound of bottles clanking over the phone. "You are drunk!"
Usagi took a swig from the bottle. "No, I am not drunk," she protested. "I was drunk last night."
"Usagi!"
"Look, what are you calling about, Rei?"
"This is hard for me to say," Rei sighed. "We need you here."
"Where?"
"The Kinmoku Club, downtown." Rei paused. "There's been a murder."
Usagi stared at the phone. "Why're you calling me?"
"Damn it, Usagi!" Rei cried. "You think I want to tell you about a pleasant little murder, just like I'd casually mention the fucking weather?"
"Yeah, to gloat." Usagi took another swig from the bottle.
"Usagi, we want you back. Now."
Usagi sat up. "What?!"
The door to the Kinmoku Club opened, and in stepped a happy-go-lucky yet somewhat inebriated Usagi Tsukino. Minako smiled and met up with her. "Glad to see you back, Usagi."
"Body?"
"In the back. Pretty gruesome."
"Female?"
"As usual."
"Lead the way." Usagi said. Minako tipped her hat slightly, and directed the way down the red hallway. As Usagi looked at the open doors, and smelled the heavy scent of sweat and sexual juices, she sighed. Poor girl, she thought. Poor anyone.
"Here she is," Minako held out her arm, directing Usagi into the room. Usagi stopped at the door, gazing at Miki Kanno's unfortunate corpse. She carefully stepped her way to the body, gazing at the glazed over eyes. She ran her eyes over the body, from the decapitated head, to the strokes across the abdomen, and ending at the pool of blood around the vagina. "Ryo, what happened?"
"Sadism. Tied and bound around the hands and feet, then slashed across the neck and abdomen, ending with a nice insertion into her uterus." Ryo said automatically.
Usagi looked at the body again, and turned. "Mina P," she said slowly, "remind me not to drink anymore."
Minako and Ryo watched in horror as Usagi began retching all the contents in her stomach onto the ground. Minako quickly took Usagi outside to finish throwing up all the alcohol she'd consumed. She patted Usagi's back, and rubbed it gently. "Not easy after being away for a while, is it?"
Usagi wiped her mouth with a steady hand. "Just a little." She grinned. "Help me back in."
Rei was still questioning Akari when the two blondes came in. She excused herself, and walked to Usagi. "Well, what did you find out?"
"That I need to stop drinking," Usagi stated.
"And?"
"And you obviously haven't been around any crime scenes since I've been gone."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Rei, we're dealing with a standard S&M blood lust." Usagi said. "If it were as gruesome as you claim, it would have the head missing, or something remotely serious."
"Usagi, didn't Rei tell you?" Minako asked.
"Tell me what?"
"This isn't the first one."
Usagi looked at the floor, looking like she was on the verge of something critical. "Jack the Ripper..." she whispered.
"What?' Minako and Rei asked.
"Do you remember the case of Jack the Ripper in the late 1800's?"
"What's that got to do with anything?" Rei asked. "It happened over a century ago. This is the 21st century."
"I know, I know, but, Mina P, was the first body mutilated?" Usagi asked.
"No, just a slit throat. Other than that, she was perfectly fine."
"Prostitute?"
"Yes."
"Occurring theme," Usagi pointed out. "And you think it was the same person?"
Minako nodded. "Ryo thinks so, too."
"Maybe he's a copycat of Jack the Ripper." Rei said.
"Exactly." Usagi said. "I have to wait for the coroner's reports before I'm certain. Who's the coroner, by the way?"
"You'll see them later. We need to clean up and bag the body." Rei said.
"Wait, Rei!" Usagi grabbed Rei's arm. "What does this mean?"
Rei glared at Usagi. "What do you think it means?"
"Ah-ha! I've got my job back!" Usagi took Minako's arms and they spun around in celebration.
"No one can know, Usagi!" Rei called.
"All right, all right, anyone ready to bag a corpse?" Usagi said.
Minako smiled. "Same old Usagi."
"Ryo! Yuichiro! I need you to bag the body! Makoto!" Usagi called.
"Yeah?" Makoto said, dropping the notebook in her hands.
"Make sure all the bloodstained articles got to the Serology Lab. Go with Minako."
"Right." Makoto left the room as Yuichiro zipped up the body bag.
"Ami, go with the body, I'll check up on it at the coroner's. Make sure all pieces of evidence are picked up, and let's get back to the office." She stared at the black bag containing Miki Kanno.
"And remember, we're dealing with a ripper here."
Terms in case you're confused:
Forensic Anthropologist: studies the human body before the coroner has an autopsy. Serology Lab: all bloodstained articles must go here before going to the evidence lab. Coroner: the main cutter. Has the legal authority to investigate deaths.
Forensics is going to be my major in college, so I decided to take all I know and put it in a fanfiction. I want to get the first chapter up before I go to Orlando, so here it is (Plus, I'm writing on a Friday afternoon.) So, I hope you enjoy. Mamoru will show up in the next chapter, so don't worry about him.
Finally, a real serious fanfiction for me.
EternalSenshi