Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh.
A/N: Wow, this is getting freakishly boring and hard to keep secret. All well, thanks to those who reviewed!
Entry 9
"I believe you understand my motive for doing this?"
"Well yeah but I told you already it wasn't me!"
"I did not accuse you; I was merely presenting the facts and evidence."
"Well it seems like all these 'facts and evidence of yours' are just a cheap way of pointing fingers at ME!"
"Is that so? Well perhaps the is guilt speaking to you."
"SEE! You are accusing me!"
"I am doing no such thing."
"URGH!"
Three hours. Three whole hours. Three long, tiring, hours filled with repetitive and useless ramble over the same issue. It's supposed to be called an 'investigation.' I sat there watching the pensive look on the officer's face as he paced the length of the room one way and then the other. I couldn't help but glare at him viciously as he did so, my blood boiled to the brim with his outrageous accusations and the vague circumstantial evidence he used to back them up. "This is guilt speaking to you." "You wouldn't be so nervous if you did not know something." "You look at me as if you have something to hide." I was angry and frustrated out of my mind at his logic, well actually, it wasn't out of my mind since I was hiding it pretty well, deep inside is more accurate. I always learn something wherever I go and my stay at Andersen's was a 300-page textbook all on its own.
Of course I didn't want to show it. Every slight movement of my facial features and shift in tone was detected and used against me. I could see the man's style from the beginning and who couldn't? The ones who always somehow coax others into a false sense of guilt tend to mark an offender quite easily and many times get away with it as well. An offender, not the offender. It's a mystery how many of those are out there. Obviously it's not the best form of ensuring justice for the innocent but hey, a paycheck is a paycheck right?
You know, very similar to the mentality of most teachers, lawyers, bankers, real estate salesmen and Mcdonalds' workers.
Another reason for this fortress restraining my emotions is the rather small yet highly noticeable revolver hanging ominously on the right side of his leather belt. Now although I knew for a fact he wasn't going to threaten or even shoot me, my phobia of weapons hasn't failed to keep that gun in my sight and the fear that somehow, something bad will happen to me involving it, alive. Everyone knows that cops always carried fully, or at least semi-fully loaded guns when out on a round and accidents aren't entirely unheard of. With this guy, it's very unpredictable.
He stopped his pacing and turned to me once again, dark eyes boring into mine, searching for the truth or even better, any sign of guilt. Just something, anything to grab onto and he could take it and run with it. His stare held firmly and I could feel his tension and impatience for the inevitable 'crack' of my shield building up.
"Alright then, if you do not believe that my evidence is real, let's review."
"Fine."
"The victim was found in an open alleyway near your school."
"That's what I heard, yeah."
"First spotted at 4:35, around the time that your school ends."
"I know."
He quickly shot me an indicting look and cocked and eyebrow.
"How do you know?"
I cannot believe this! I should though; I should have seen it coming as well.
"/sigh/ You told us about three times already, idiot."
"Don't use that tone with me, I could charge you on the basis of assaulting an officer for that."
"Okay, fine, just keep going."
"You were last seen with him before the.........incident."
"Well that's the only route I can take to get home from school."
"Investigators found these strands of hair," he held up a small ziplock bag, "on the victim's clothes and tests have shown them to match yours perfectly."
"That doesn't mean I did anything to him! He was the one that always got to me!"
"And I do believe that you sport some sort of disliking of this person."
"That's not even evidence!" I sat up straight in my seat and turned to sofu who was sitting on another couch across from me with his arms folded, and brow creased in deep thought, my eyes begging him to believe me, "Sofu, can't you see what I mean? This guy has no idea what he's talking about!"
Sofu unfolded his arms and clasped his hands together, placing his wrinkled chin on them and leaning forward slightly, finally deciding to acknowledge me.
"As much as you believe that, I don't think it's true, he is a police officer and is experienced in these matters."
I opened my mouth to speak but he stopped me.
He looked up at the officer who now had his attention fully turned on him. "But I believe him; he would never do anything of the sort. He's not capable."
I was relieved to see that sofu was with me on this even though his last comment sounded as if I was helpless and unable to do anything drastic when situation called for it. Not that I'd actually do anything serious mind you, but if I really had to with no other choice....I think everyone would if they had to.
The cop gave sofu a grave and dead serious look. "Sir, with all do respect, anyone is capable."
"So you're saying I did it?"
"No."
"Then what the hell are you saying?! Why are you being so vague anyways? It's either you think I did it or you don't think I did it."
He rubbed his bristly chin lightly, eyes fixed on the bag in hand.
"You really think it's that easy don't you? It may seem like we have all the evidence needed now and it may seem as if I'm convicting you but something still escapes us."
For once he actually sounded fair and made some sense.
"What?" Yet he was still annoying me.
"I'm surprise you haven't heard of this. It was how the victim died. Forensic investigators are completely baffled."
"Why? You guys have all this high tech stuff to figure it out, should be easy."
He seemed to ignore my question and began muttering to himself. Brief moment of sanity was just what it was, brief. Or maybe he's just desperate.
"There were no open wounds, no blood, no signs of internal bleeding, couldn't have been a heart attack, choked on nothing, all organs were intact unless........but no. Burns would have been obvious. Even the internal parts of his eyes were fine. Struck by lightning? Definitely not......"
"Um excuse me?"
"......damn it, we've tested for everything, everything. All the equipment proved nothing. It's like his brain just ceased to function. But there had to be a reason for that too. This is so screwed."
I glanced at omaasan who was nervously fiddling with a figurine off the side table. She looked like she's about to burst into tears any second now. This is all my fault, but I don't even know what happened. Somehow it does seem like my fault though. Maybe this officer's guilt tactics are taking their toll on me. But I didn't do anything! Geez!
".....maybe I should ask the kid, but wait, how the hell could he have done it? And he won't admit to anything, he's not letting up either."
That I definitely heard. I can't believe this sneaky, idiotic, poor excuse for a police officer is still blaming me without outwardly admitting to it and after I repeatedly told him it wasn't. So the guy just 'ceased to live,' maybe that happened on it's own. Or it was his time or something and, just fell over and died. Nature works in mysterious ways. I don't.
And now we're going into the fourth hour.
The officer was in a world of his own but I managed to snap his attention back to reality by kicking him in the leg as he passed by. He gave me an ugly look but decided to shove the bag back into the box in which it came and turn attention back to the 'investigation.'
"We need to know the cause of death before suspecting anyone."
"What if you don't?"
"Then we work until we do."
"What if you never do?" Hmm, just releasing some anger here, he deserves it.
"We always do."
"What if you never do?"
"That's impossible."
"Is it?"
He stopped and gave me a look that said 'shut up' or something like that before turning to sofu.
"Sir, I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but I need to take your adopted......uh," Guess he didn't now what I was his adopted. ".......with me for questioning, the other police officers need to know as well and it will certainly help provide us with clues."
No! I won't go, he already asked enough here already and he still hasn't gained any new information. He's just wasting our time. Couldn't sofu see that? He and omaasan have been too busy thinking and worrying to see how ridiculous this is. She's just sitting there looking scared out of her mind. If she believed my innocence, then she shouldn't be this anxious about it.
"Alright then, if it helps then I'll let him go with you."
"Bu sofu, I didn't – "
"I know, I believe you but if it's beneficial for this investigation, than you should go."
I was happy to see that sofu believed me but wasn't so much to have to go with this guy. "It's not and investigation, sofu, it's an 'investigation.' 'Okay.' I whispered.
There was nothing to hide so my as well go with him. I barely reached the doorknob when omaasan jumped out of her seat and pulled me into her arms. She clung onto me tightly, with streams of tears pouring from her eyes and loud sobs erupting from her throat.
"No, you're not taking him anywhere; he didn't do anything, just leave him alone already!"
It was times like these that omaasan seems so mother-like and slightly child-like as well.
"It's alright omaasan; I'll just go and come back right away. It won't take too long."
"No," she croaked and squeezed me even tighter.
"Ma'am, I'm sorry but we really need him down at the station, we are not going to harm him in any way, I promise."
Sofu gently took omaasan's arms in his wrinkled hands and tried to force them to release me but she clung on with an iron-grip, almost squeezing the air out of me.
"It's alright dear," he whispered gently, "The boy will be fine, they are just going to ask him a few questions and that's it."
"But what if they – "
"We know he didn't do anything and we'll be informed of everything later, please just let him got, the officer is waiting."
"No." Omaasan buried her face in my shoulder and rubbed my back reassuringly. She was the one who needed it though, not me. If my arms hadn't been pinned down at my sides, I would have returned the gesture.
"Ma'am please restrain yourself."
"Look, he's waiting, just let him go."
"I won't let them hurt him!"
"They won't, you let him go!"
"I said no!" She all out began to cry at that point.
In a way, I wanted to stay in omaasan's arms where it was safe but I knew it was only a dubious safety derived from fear and sadness. She was even more insecure about this than I was and yet she was trying to protect me. I was better off leaving and coming back. And like mentioned before, I didn't do anything so I had nothing to fear.
"Omaasan, I need to go, he'll get mad if I don't."
"Listen to your elder; you are staying here with me."
"You think I'm guilty don't you?" I didn't mean to become angry, she was just so....stubborn, "Or else why would you keep me here like this?"
Her head shot up and she roughly cupped my cheek with a hand. "Don't ever say that."
"Sofu isn't so freaked about this, why are you?"
"I care so much about you, can't you see that?"
"So does he but he trusts me, I think more than you do."
"You're just a child."
"No, I'm a teen and I know better."
"Not enough, you're staying."
"Don't you think sofu knows best? He believes me."
"I do as well."
"I really do know better, omaasan" my voice dropped to an octave, "C'mon....."
She sighed. The sigh was one of exasperation and who can blame her for being tired, but it was also somewhat of a relenting one. Guessed she finally gave in on that one but I knew she was reluctant and uneasy about the decision. Still, it was a relief for me and I think it was for sofu and the cop as well.
She gave a sad smile, "Okay, go ahead."
"Thanks omaasan."
I could hear the hushed "finally!" from the guy as we left the house. He seemed in a rush to get out of there and his hurried steps bothered me. But I'll see how manipulative he is once we get there.
I always learn something wherever I go, now I can put into practice what I learned at Andersen's.
End Entry
A/N: Okay so it was weird and didn't make a bit of sense. But you didn't miss anything; this chapter's just making way for the next one. But if you look it closely, it'll make a lot of sense and you'll get what's happened. Oh yeah and I said there wasn't going to be anymore characters added, the cop with just a nobody, so unimportant that I didn't bother giving him a name. Thanks for reading.
Replies:
Fushicho Hime: Ahah, you really didn't think it was clique or pathetic? I thought it was but I couldn't really think of any other way to hide it. Maybe Joey could've cut him off or something but that isn't really normal for introductions. Joey's pretty scary in that, with the knife and all but he used to be a really mean bully, so. Thanks for the review!
TCGgirl124: Meh, the whole thing's like that so when you think it's going somewhere, it just turns weird on you again. Like this chappy for example. It's too bad you burned your hand, minibikes sound fun, lol. Hope you get better and thanks for the review!
inuyasha0001: Yeah the semi thing was......ehehe but it's hard to hide his identity without doing something goofy like that. Thanks for the review!
Sphincter: Umm, it could be Yugi. It could also be the other two. Who knows. But it's one of them, lol. Thanks for the review!
Dark Magician Girl / Hikaru: Yeah it was a little fun, not as much angst in that one. But meant to add in more people. Thanks for the review!
Saiyan Jedi: Yeah! I still managed to confuse someone! Hey did you really think I was going to put /rather loud semi truck zooms by/'s name in the fic? I managed to get past the name before but in a more believable way, lol. Thanks for the review!
Amber Eyes: Hey thanks, and you're sticking to Yugi too. I think a lot of people, even the really nice ones would say those things when they're really annoyed and angry. I dunno, maybe. Thanks for the review!
Angel in Disguise8: Glad to see that you caught up, sorry to confuse you earlier didn't know you were behind a few chappies. Thanks for reading and expect a full mailbox when you get back from camp, jk. Thanks for the review!
yla/all4him: Thanks! Um....so do you still think it's Ryou? Other people used to think so but for some reason they abandoned that guess. /thinks/ should mess around more with the chapters more if it's leaning towards only two of them. Thanks for the review!
A/N: Wow, this is getting freakishly boring and hard to keep secret. All well, thanks to those who reviewed!
Entry 9
"I believe you understand my motive for doing this?"
"Well yeah but I told you already it wasn't me!"
"I did not accuse you; I was merely presenting the facts and evidence."
"Well it seems like all these 'facts and evidence of yours' are just a cheap way of pointing fingers at ME!"
"Is that so? Well perhaps the is guilt speaking to you."
"SEE! You are accusing me!"
"I am doing no such thing."
"URGH!"
Three hours. Three whole hours. Three long, tiring, hours filled with repetitive and useless ramble over the same issue. It's supposed to be called an 'investigation.' I sat there watching the pensive look on the officer's face as he paced the length of the room one way and then the other. I couldn't help but glare at him viciously as he did so, my blood boiled to the brim with his outrageous accusations and the vague circumstantial evidence he used to back them up. "This is guilt speaking to you." "You wouldn't be so nervous if you did not know something." "You look at me as if you have something to hide." I was angry and frustrated out of my mind at his logic, well actually, it wasn't out of my mind since I was hiding it pretty well, deep inside is more accurate. I always learn something wherever I go and my stay at Andersen's was a 300-page textbook all on its own.
Of course I didn't want to show it. Every slight movement of my facial features and shift in tone was detected and used against me. I could see the man's style from the beginning and who couldn't? The ones who always somehow coax others into a false sense of guilt tend to mark an offender quite easily and many times get away with it as well. An offender, not the offender. It's a mystery how many of those are out there. Obviously it's not the best form of ensuring justice for the innocent but hey, a paycheck is a paycheck right?
You know, very similar to the mentality of most teachers, lawyers, bankers, real estate salesmen and Mcdonalds' workers.
Another reason for this fortress restraining my emotions is the rather small yet highly noticeable revolver hanging ominously on the right side of his leather belt. Now although I knew for a fact he wasn't going to threaten or even shoot me, my phobia of weapons hasn't failed to keep that gun in my sight and the fear that somehow, something bad will happen to me involving it, alive. Everyone knows that cops always carried fully, or at least semi-fully loaded guns when out on a round and accidents aren't entirely unheard of. With this guy, it's very unpredictable.
He stopped his pacing and turned to me once again, dark eyes boring into mine, searching for the truth or even better, any sign of guilt. Just something, anything to grab onto and he could take it and run with it. His stare held firmly and I could feel his tension and impatience for the inevitable 'crack' of my shield building up.
"Alright then, if you do not believe that my evidence is real, let's review."
"Fine."
"The victim was found in an open alleyway near your school."
"That's what I heard, yeah."
"First spotted at 4:35, around the time that your school ends."
"I know."
He quickly shot me an indicting look and cocked and eyebrow.
"How do you know?"
I cannot believe this! I should though; I should have seen it coming as well.
"/sigh/ You told us about three times already, idiot."
"Don't use that tone with me, I could charge you on the basis of assaulting an officer for that."
"Okay, fine, just keep going."
"You were last seen with him before the.........incident."
"Well that's the only route I can take to get home from school."
"Investigators found these strands of hair," he held up a small ziplock bag, "on the victim's clothes and tests have shown them to match yours perfectly."
"That doesn't mean I did anything to him! He was the one that always got to me!"
"And I do believe that you sport some sort of disliking of this person."
"That's not even evidence!" I sat up straight in my seat and turned to sofu who was sitting on another couch across from me with his arms folded, and brow creased in deep thought, my eyes begging him to believe me, "Sofu, can't you see what I mean? This guy has no idea what he's talking about!"
Sofu unfolded his arms and clasped his hands together, placing his wrinkled chin on them and leaning forward slightly, finally deciding to acknowledge me.
"As much as you believe that, I don't think it's true, he is a police officer and is experienced in these matters."
I opened my mouth to speak but he stopped me.
He looked up at the officer who now had his attention fully turned on him. "But I believe him; he would never do anything of the sort. He's not capable."
I was relieved to see that sofu was with me on this even though his last comment sounded as if I was helpless and unable to do anything drastic when situation called for it. Not that I'd actually do anything serious mind you, but if I really had to with no other choice....I think everyone would if they had to.
The cop gave sofu a grave and dead serious look. "Sir, with all do respect, anyone is capable."
"So you're saying I did it?"
"No."
"Then what the hell are you saying?! Why are you being so vague anyways? It's either you think I did it or you don't think I did it."
He rubbed his bristly chin lightly, eyes fixed on the bag in hand.
"You really think it's that easy don't you? It may seem like we have all the evidence needed now and it may seem as if I'm convicting you but something still escapes us."
For once he actually sounded fair and made some sense.
"What?" Yet he was still annoying me.
"I'm surprise you haven't heard of this. It was how the victim died. Forensic investigators are completely baffled."
"Why? You guys have all this high tech stuff to figure it out, should be easy."
He seemed to ignore my question and began muttering to himself. Brief moment of sanity was just what it was, brief. Or maybe he's just desperate.
"There were no open wounds, no blood, no signs of internal bleeding, couldn't have been a heart attack, choked on nothing, all organs were intact unless........but no. Burns would have been obvious. Even the internal parts of his eyes were fine. Struck by lightning? Definitely not......"
"Um excuse me?"
"......damn it, we've tested for everything, everything. All the equipment proved nothing. It's like his brain just ceased to function. But there had to be a reason for that too. This is so screwed."
I glanced at omaasan who was nervously fiddling with a figurine off the side table. She looked like she's about to burst into tears any second now. This is all my fault, but I don't even know what happened. Somehow it does seem like my fault though. Maybe this officer's guilt tactics are taking their toll on me. But I didn't do anything! Geez!
".....maybe I should ask the kid, but wait, how the hell could he have done it? And he won't admit to anything, he's not letting up either."
That I definitely heard. I can't believe this sneaky, idiotic, poor excuse for a police officer is still blaming me without outwardly admitting to it and after I repeatedly told him it wasn't. So the guy just 'ceased to live,' maybe that happened on it's own. Or it was his time or something and, just fell over and died. Nature works in mysterious ways. I don't.
And now we're going into the fourth hour.
The officer was in a world of his own but I managed to snap his attention back to reality by kicking him in the leg as he passed by. He gave me an ugly look but decided to shove the bag back into the box in which it came and turn attention back to the 'investigation.'
"We need to know the cause of death before suspecting anyone."
"What if you don't?"
"Then we work until we do."
"What if you never do?" Hmm, just releasing some anger here, he deserves it.
"We always do."
"What if you never do?"
"That's impossible."
"Is it?"
He stopped and gave me a look that said 'shut up' or something like that before turning to sofu.
"Sir, I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but I need to take your adopted......uh," Guess he didn't now what I was his adopted. ".......with me for questioning, the other police officers need to know as well and it will certainly help provide us with clues."
No! I won't go, he already asked enough here already and he still hasn't gained any new information. He's just wasting our time. Couldn't sofu see that? He and omaasan have been too busy thinking and worrying to see how ridiculous this is. She's just sitting there looking scared out of her mind. If she believed my innocence, then she shouldn't be this anxious about it.
"Alright then, if it helps then I'll let him go with you."
"Bu sofu, I didn't – "
"I know, I believe you but if it's beneficial for this investigation, than you should go."
I was happy to see that sofu believed me but wasn't so much to have to go with this guy. "It's not and investigation, sofu, it's an 'investigation.' 'Okay.' I whispered.
There was nothing to hide so my as well go with him. I barely reached the doorknob when omaasan jumped out of her seat and pulled me into her arms. She clung onto me tightly, with streams of tears pouring from her eyes and loud sobs erupting from her throat.
"No, you're not taking him anywhere; he didn't do anything, just leave him alone already!"
It was times like these that omaasan seems so mother-like and slightly child-like as well.
"It's alright omaasan; I'll just go and come back right away. It won't take too long."
"No," she croaked and squeezed me even tighter.
"Ma'am, I'm sorry but we really need him down at the station, we are not going to harm him in any way, I promise."
Sofu gently took omaasan's arms in his wrinkled hands and tried to force them to release me but she clung on with an iron-grip, almost squeezing the air out of me.
"It's alright dear," he whispered gently, "The boy will be fine, they are just going to ask him a few questions and that's it."
"But what if they – "
"We know he didn't do anything and we'll be informed of everything later, please just let him got, the officer is waiting."
"No." Omaasan buried her face in my shoulder and rubbed my back reassuringly. She was the one who needed it though, not me. If my arms hadn't been pinned down at my sides, I would have returned the gesture.
"Ma'am please restrain yourself."
"Look, he's waiting, just let him go."
"I won't let them hurt him!"
"They won't, you let him go!"
"I said no!" She all out began to cry at that point.
In a way, I wanted to stay in omaasan's arms where it was safe but I knew it was only a dubious safety derived from fear and sadness. She was even more insecure about this than I was and yet she was trying to protect me. I was better off leaving and coming back. And like mentioned before, I didn't do anything so I had nothing to fear.
"Omaasan, I need to go, he'll get mad if I don't."
"Listen to your elder; you are staying here with me."
"You think I'm guilty don't you?" I didn't mean to become angry, she was just so....stubborn, "Or else why would you keep me here like this?"
Her head shot up and she roughly cupped my cheek with a hand. "Don't ever say that."
"Sofu isn't so freaked about this, why are you?"
"I care so much about you, can't you see that?"
"So does he but he trusts me, I think more than you do."
"You're just a child."
"No, I'm a teen and I know better."
"Not enough, you're staying."
"Don't you think sofu knows best? He believes me."
"I do as well."
"I really do know better, omaasan" my voice dropped to an octave, "C'mon....."
She sighed. The sigh was one of exasperation and who can blame her for being tired, but it was also somewhat of a relenting one. Guessed she finally gave in on that one but I knew she was reluctant and uneasy about the decision. Still, it was a relief for me and I think it was for sofu and the cop as well.
She gave a sad smile, "Okay, go ahead."
"Thanks omaasan."
I could hear the hushed "finally!" from the guy as we left the house. He seemed in a rush to get out of there and his hurried steps bothered me. But I'll see how manipulative he is once we get there.
I always learn something wherever I go, now I can put into practice what I learned at Andersen's.
End Entry
A/N: Okay so it was weird and didn't make a bit of sense. But you didn't miss anything; this chapter's just making way for the next one. But if you look it closely, it'll make a lot of sense and you'll get what's happened. Oh yeah and I said there wasn't going to be anymore characters added, the cop with just a nobody, so unimportant that I didn't bother giving him a name. Thanks for reading.
Replies:
Fushicho Hime: Ahah, you really didn't think it was clique or pathetic? I thought it was but I couldn't really think of any other way to hide it. Maybe Joey could've cut him off or something but that isn't really normal for introductions. Joey's pretty scary in that, with the knife and all but he used to be a really mean bully, so. Thanks for the review!
TCGgirl124: Meh, the whole thing's like that so when you think it's going somewhere, it just turns weird on you again. Like this chappy for example. It's too bad you burned your hand, minibikes sound fun, lol. Hope you get better and thanks for the review!
inuyasha0001: Yeah the semi thing was......ehehe but it's hard to hide his identity without doing something goofy like that. Thanks for the review!
Sphincter: Umm, it could be Yugi. It could also be the other two. Who knows. But it's one of them, lol. Thanks for the review!
Dark Magician Girl / Hikaru: Yeah it was a little fun, not as much angst in that one. But meant to add in more people. Thanks for the review!
Saiyan Jedi: Yeah! I still managed to confuse someone! Hey did you really think I was going to put /rather loud semi truck zooms by/'s name in the fic? I managed to get past the name before but in a more believable way, lol. Thanks for the review!
Amber Eyes: Hey thanks, and you're sticking to Yugi too. I think a lot of people, even the really nice ones would say those things when they're really annoyed and angry. I dunno, maybe. Thanks for the review!
Angel in Disguise8: Glad to see that you caught up, sorry to confuse you earlier didn't know you were behind a few chappies. Thanks for reading and expect a full mailbox when you get back from camp, jk. Thanks for the review!
yla/all4him: Thanks! Um....so do you still think it's Ryou? Other people used to think so but for some reason they abandoned that guess. /thinks/ should mess around more with the chapters more if it's leaning towards only two of them. Thanks for the review!
