Disclaimer: I am a fan, not a Japanese mangaka. Okay?

Warnings: Author with a too twisted mind? Don't believe what you read in my stories… less garden, more kitchensand riddles and a paranoid Dark. So sit back and have a cup of coffee or tea with me and tell me what you think in a review. Ah, and some fluff, boy boy kind of fluff.

'…' thoughts from Dark, they are also in italics so they are easy to spot.

Secrets hidden in the garden

Chapter 2

He knew he couldn't confront Krad about it, forcing him to turn himself to the police. Krad was both taller than Dark and a lot stronger than his fragile appearance gave him credit for. 'Hell, Krad almost look like a porcelain doll. White skin, long slender hands, long golden hair that shines even in darkness and those matching eyes, long legs…drool'

No, back to reality, Dark knew that Krad was stronger then him, because he had seen Krad lift heavy boxes ordered to his studio, and once he had offered to help out. Bad idea, he had found out that it was nearly impossible to move some boxes. Krad had let out one of his rare laughter pearl out and had pointed at some thingies he thought was light enough for Dark to carry, yea right… His back and muscles had ached a week after that incident. But on the other hand, he didn't take the easiest stuff; Riku had taken care of those...

He stared down at the table, took another sip of his coffee, lifted his gaze and let it linger on something outside the window. But really, did he have any proof that Krad killed Riku?

He put down his cup, raised his hand and started to tick off the evidence on his digits:

1: Riku had been missing for almost two weeks.

Well, that's not enough for accusing someone for murder… as far as he know, she could be on… holiday or visiting her parents or something… He shrugged, raising yet another finger.

2: Krad had had her car in his garage ever since their squabble.

Thinking about that, he raised his head as if he saw something interesting outside the window, but that was far, far from the truth. The interesting parts were what his memory played up for him. He remembered the quarrel between Krad and Riku when she drove away, but that was only the end of it… it had actually started in the morning that day.

He found the memories of that day; Riku had roared in anger, and had even been throwing things around her, if he had interpreted the sounds from his neighbor's house correctly. Krad on the other hand had not failed his austere manners or descend himself to raise his voice to Riku. Finally had he walked out from the house and started to read at the garden table by the lilacs, Riku had continued to rage inside the house…

When the mail had come had Krad picked it up and met Riku halfway back to the house. Krad had said something that Dark couldn't hear and as result had Riku taken the mails and slapped her partner hard on the cheek. Yeah, Dark remembered, he had thought that Riku was a real bitch that day. He wondered why she had flipped out like that, it wasn't like her…

He shook his head savagely, not letting his thoughts run freely and raised the middle finger.

3: The ring.

Yeah, really good evidence Dark, he thought sardonically to himself, being almost able to hear the laughter from the police after he had said:

"Yeah, I think my neighbor has killed his girlfriend because I have found her ring… after they had a huge quarrel" No, the ring was not a very good indication that a murder had taken place, but together with everything else… and together with his fourth evidence:

4: The hand.

Now that's evidence. Krad can't say to the officers that knock on his door that:

"Yes, that's the way gardens should be this year, very trendy…" or:

"It's very modern to have a buried corpse in you garden, didn't you know that? No? Man, you guys need to read the papers…"

So, adding up: one rock hard, waterproof indication on the fact that Riku is dead and three not-so-solid-single-handed-but-together-quite-solid proofs, and interesting… for a cop.

Dark sighed. He felt that his muscles had stiffened during his rest. Rising his arms above his head, he yawned and started to stretch. Dark got up from the chair and emptied the now cold coffee in the basin. He walked to the door, picked up the clothes that he had thrown out earlier and hung them on a wire between two apples, letting the wind clean off most of the grass cuts before he washed them.

He heard a bus coming and looked up, yea that was the 17:25- bus from the city. He saw it stop by the bus stop and a passenger jumped off. The bus started again and the speed winds played with the former passengers long golden hair, Krad…

Dark felt how his body froze in curiosity; he had met Krad when he walked home from the shop, and he clearly remembered that Krad had been driving Riku's car, so why on earth did he come back with the bus?

Dark quickly made up his mind and walked up to the gate,

"Hi Krad, I haven't seen you or Riku in a very long time. Come on in for some coffee"

The blonde stopped in his track, looked around, shrugged saying his usual "Hn" and followed Dark into the kitchen.

"Have a seat." Dark started to put different cakes and coffee-bread on the table in front of the golden haired man. Two cups was also placed there together with a pot. "You want milk or something in?"

"Nah, I'm fine."

Dark placed himself on a chair and smiled sweetly to the man on the other side of the table.

"So, what's up?" He asked. Krad took a deep breath and looked at him.

"Oh, nothing, everything; statues, paintings, you know…" He saw Krad place himself in a more laid back position in the chair. Dark wanted so badly touch the blond when he saw him, Krad looked so vulnerable, in a great need of a bear hug. But no, Dark knew he must direct the discussion to the topic Riku, but in the same time he felt that he couldn't be the one bringing it up, because that would scatter this little friendly chat with… yes, he could admit it, her… killer. There, he admitted it to himself. Good… so, why didn't he believe himself? Anyway, the last thing he wanted was an interrogation… and if the blonde found out that he was question him about Riku's death…

He tried a different point of view:

"Any plans for the summer? I mean, more than having your garden invaded by… shall we call them 'tourists'?"

"Hn…" A sigh was let out from the long haired man. "No not really, Riku and I had planed to watch some art galleries together, that some of my rivals, or what you call them, have put up. But she is no longer around, so I don't know anymore…"

Dark mentally thanked his lucky star that he didn't have anything in his mouth when Krad made that last statement. Only one thought crossed his mind:

'Oh. My. God. The bugger almost admitted right here and now that he killed Riku! What is he made of?'

But, shocked or not, Dark needed to keep up the conversation and Krad had mentioned Riku.

'Yay!'

"… but there are always your annually summer prank" added Krad suddenly.

'Ouch.'

Dark flushed. Truly, it wasn't his fault that it always popped up bizarre situations when he was around during the summers. Last year; that llama had just… well; it didn't like him, alright, so it decided to hunt him 'kay. Not his fault…nope.

"Err… yeah… it is always that to look forward to. But why won't you two go to the art-thingies? There are plenty of opportunities during a summer. Riku can't be away the whole summer, can she?"

Krad gazed at him and Dark could almost hear how the smart blondes mind worked. Had he been to clear? Krad suddenly smiled.

"Hn, knowing what I know about Riku's current situation, I don't think she will show up any time soon…"

'…eep…is he flirting or confessing? This is not good…'

…

'Yep, that was a confession; Riku is dead. What are his nerves made of? '

Krad leaned over the table, sending an adorable smile to Dark and said:

"Why are you so interested about Riku?"

'WHAAA? Okay, don't panic don't panic…'

Looking into those golden eyes Dark caught himself thinking very naughty things he wanted to do to that biseinen. Unfortunately, that blond angel was a killer.

"Hmm?" Krad was still smiling at him.

Dark blushed, put a hand on his back head and muttered:

"Well…err… we've… we've…" Krad raised a fine eyebrow. "You see, we've been exchanging riddles with each other for some time now and… I can't figure this last one out…"

Yes, that was a lie, he knew the answer on the question, but it was far better then telling Krad the truth.

"What was it for a riddle she gave you?"

Dark stammered the riddle about Romeo and Juliet, halfway through started Krad to nod.

"Romeo and Juliet are two goldfish, whose bowl has been crushed to the floor."

"Oh." Mentally Dark cheered, that was the same answer he had come up with. "Thanks."

"No problem. Riku and I also used to solve riddles." Krad smiled down in the cup. "Logical problems can do magic against mind-numbing times and that was the last riddle I gave to her, but she couldn't solve that one either." Krad put down his now empty cup. "No, I have to go, thanks for the coffee."

Dark saw Krad walk to the kitchen door, but there he stopped and turned, facing Dark.

"If you want to have another riddle I can give you one?"

"Sure" Dark's mouth answered Krad before his brain had time to react.

Krad smiled.

"Okay, a woman is standing in a stairway, when she suddenly realizes that her husband has died recently. How come she knows that? She can not see him, hear him nor contact him by phone or anything else. She is alone."

"Uh…"

"I'll give you three clues: she has just visited him, it is dark outside and the moment before she knows he's dead, she almost lost her balance.

"She just realized her husband his died, no contact with him, no phone, dark outside, almost lost balance." Dark repeated. "She's not some sort of mind reader or so?"

"No, absolutely not, how would that look like?"

"Does she loves her husband; I mean she has not killed him or anything?" 'Shit, why did I ask about that?' Dark froze when he saw Krad's smile grow a bit, according to Dark, more evil.

"No, she loves him and wished for them to live happily ever after." He could almost hear the hidden laughter in Krad's voice. Krad lifted his hand and waved goodbye. "See you"

And with that Krad left the kitchen, leaving Dark to type down the riddle before he lost all the information. Then a memory from just minutes before popped up in Dark's head.

'… He and Riku used to solve riddles, but she could not solve that one either… Did he kill her just because she couldn't give him the right answer on a riddle?' In Dark's mind exploded a thought like a huge bomb, tearing everything else apart: 'He gave her a riddle, and killed her when she couldn't solve it. He just gave me a riddle…'

Dark just stared at the words he just had written on the paper.

'Oh my god, does he knows that I know and is after me now?'

'Can you kill people just because they can't solve riddles?'

'What can I do, I don't want to die!'

Yes he was paranoid, he knew that. But then again, living right next to a murderer, a very cute murderer that is, often had this effect on him, not for he had had this type of experience before, but anyway that is not the point. The point is…

The point is…

Dark made up his mind and walked to the phone. He picked it up, dialed a number and waited until someone answered on the other end of the line.

"Yes hello, is this at the police department? ... Good, I want to report a murder."

END CHAPTER 2

Remake 1: This didn't stop haunting me. Can you sue ideas for stalking you?

Krad gazed at him and Dark could almost hear how the smart blondes mind worked. Had he been to clear? Krad suddenly smiled.

"Hn, knowing what I know about Riku's current situation, I don't think she will show up any time soon…"

Krad leaned over the table, sending an adorable smile to Dark and said:

"Why are you so interested about Riku?"

Looking into those golden eyes Dark caught himself thinking very naughty things he wanted to do to that biseinen. Unfortunately, that blond angel was a killer. But was he really? Dark needed proof and what should he do to get them?

'Ah I know…'

BAD IDEA! Dark angel-sub-conscience shouted, while the same persons devil-sub-conscience rolled on the floor, laughing.

"Hmm?" Krad was still smiling at him.

Dark blushed, put a hand on his back head and muttered:

"Well…err… we've… we've…" Krad raised a fine eyebrow. "You see, we have seeing each other for some time now… and well, I miss her"

DD here, YAY, what did you think about that? We're finally coming somewhere with this story. Now, whom do you want to have as police officer in the next chapter; Satoshi, Old man Saehara or an anonymous police?

Whoever you pick will harass Krad and Dark quite a bit… hehe… And some spoiler for the next chapter: Krad will be angry on the people that demolish his garden, there will be some fluff and Dai-chan will appear on the scene of the crime … So, review people, and let me know whom to write about. Thanks to those who reviewed on the first chapter, and I have to apologize for sounding so grumpy, I reread it now and O.o I will never write a after babble (or what you call it) after typing to 22:30 again. No way, even I was scared off to wanting to review… you who did; you are very brave souls, cookies and milk to you. Now, VOTE! YAY.