A/N Well this is my new story. I didn't like my old story so I got rid of it. I might bring it back when I can think of a few things to make it better. But I think I'm going to like writing this one. I got the idea for it from watching a few things on A & E with my dad. Of course I put in my own thoughts. Anyway you've got to remember, it will Syaoran and Sakura in the end. But I'm not sure which chapter they are going to meet in yet. And for those who read my story Dirty Dancing, I'm think of an epilogue as we speak. Well anyway on with the story…
Disclaimer: I do not own CCS, CLAMP does.
Chapter 1: Perfect Husband
A woman with auburn hair and emerald eyes played with a child around the age of four in the park. The child had raven black hair and emerald eyes. It was pretty obvious when you looked at them that they were mother and daughter. The mother was pushing her daughter on the swing smiling at how happy she was.
"Higher Mommy! Higher!" the girl would yell, as her mother would push her. "I want to touch the sky!"
"I'm pushing Sumi, I'm pushing," the mother laughed. Sumi was the short form of her daughter's name. Her full name was Summiko. Her name was Sakura Kinomoto Tzu. She was married to, in her opinion, the most wonderful man in the world. Koji Tzu. He was a police officer on the town force. They lived in the small town of Tomoeda, Japan.
After awhile, Sumi finally decided she wanted to get off the swing. "Can we go home mommy? I'm hungry." The little girl told her mother.
"Sure, come on. We'll head home," Sakura said as she brought the swing to a stop.
Sumi smiled and hoped off the swing taking her mother's hand. The mother and daughter headed home. They didn't live far from the park. That was why they went there often. After a few minutes they were home.
It was an average sized house. Two stories, with a nice front yard, Sakura loved to garden. They walked up the front steps and went inside. Once inside, Sakura started to fix Sumi her lunch. She wasn't exactly the best cook, so the best she could do was make a simple sandwich. It wasn't that she was a bad cook, it was that when she was little, her mom told her that the elements on the stove were the devils hands and if she were to ever touch them, something bad would happen. Now she may have been a little girl then, and now she was a grown woman, but she was still afraid of the stove and only used it for emergencies. Her husband often made fun of her about her childish fear, but to her it was an advantage. It meant he had to do most of the cooking because she was too afraid.
Sumi sat down and ate her lunch. While she ate at the kitchen table, Sakura went into the living room to turn on the TV. She wanted to see what was going on, so she switched to the news. She sat down on the couch and watched the mechanical box.
"And live breaking news shows that another woman has been found dead," the reporter spoke. "Twenty-year-old Aiko Masumoto was found in a shallow grave in the woods, found by a trapper that was in the area. Miss. Masumoto was not reported missing because no one actually noticed she was gone. Turns out she was a runaway who got stuck in the town of Tomoeda, Japan and got caught up in the life of prostitution and drugs. None of the people she had made acquaintances with really cared to notice that she had been missing for the past week. Further updates later."
"Wow, another one?" Sakura whispered to herself. Lately there had been women disappearing and being found dead a week later. They had all been found in the woods and all had been prostitutes and drug addicts. Sure, they were pretty much a waste of skin, but that didn't mean the deserved to be killed! She hoped that they stopped that psycho soon, before he went for people other than prostitutes. She shut the TV off and went to check on her daughter.
Sumi was still sitting at the kitchen table almost finished her sandwich. "Mommy, can we watch a movie?" she asked once she finished.
"Sure, which one?" Sakura asked smiling. Completely forgetting what she just saw on TV.
"I want to watch Finding Nemo!" Sumi exclaimed happily.
Sakura laughed and nodded her head. By the time the movie was over, Koji would be home.
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"Damn it!" a man with messy chestnut hair yelled in anger as a new file s placed on his desk. He slammed a fist down in his furry.
"Settle down man," another man said calmly. This man had dark hair that looked blue in the right light. He had sapphire blue eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses. "It's not that big of a deal. Know one's going to miss her."
"That's not the point Eriol," the man spoke to the man now named as Eriol. "The point is that we still haven't caught this guy! It's been four years!"
"Syaoran, he's going to slip up eventually and that's when we'll catch him," Eriol tried to keep his voice calm. He too was frustrated about the situation, but he didn't want his friend and partner to know that he was just as troubled as he was.
"Eriol, she was the twentieth victim, sure they may have all been prostitutes, but the point is, someone is taking away peoples lives here. This guy is sick!"
Eriol sighed; he knew his friend was right. The psycho they were after was sick. They were PI's after a serial killer. For the past five months they had been after this guy and hadn't even come close to figuring it out. Most people would have called it a cold case by now, but not Eriol Hiirigazawa and Syaoran Li. They started it and planed on finishing it. The thing was, there was no way to tell how the women died. Their bodies were so disfigured and already starting to decompose when they are found, that it's so hard to know what happened. It drove them crazy! The case had been going on for four years, but they had been working on it for only five months because the last people on it had given up aft our months of working on it. Some people just gave up to easily. He shook his, "It's been going on way too long hasn't it?"
"Way too long," Syaoran nodded his head in agreement. "I'm just afraid for the day he goes after people other than prostitutes." Syaoran admitted.
"We'll catch him before then," Eriol told him confidently.
"But there are so many possibilities!" Syaoran exclaimed. "I heard before that one time in a crime like this, it was actually a husband and his wife doing the crimes."
"You serious? A husband AND wife?" Eriol asked with wide eyes.
"Yeah, the man would pretend to harass the women and the wife would go to them and comfort them. Then she would lead them into dark allies claiming she knew a place that could help calm them down a bit and her husband would come and kill them." He explained.
"Why would they follow her into a dark ally?" Eriol asked confused.
Syaoran just shrugged, "I guess it's because they were just harassed and thought they had found someone nice who seemed to care."
'Some people…" Eriol muttered to himself.
"Yeah," Syaoran agreed. "Then there also is another idea…" he trailed off thinking.
"And that would be?" Eriol asked curiously.
"It could be a married man," he suggested. When he got a look from Eriol, he continued. "Say the man is married and has a child. His wife doesn't put out because she's too busy caring for the child, thus the man gets bored. Needing more excitement he goes for a prostitute, but at the risk of his wife finding out; because even though things aren't the same he still loves her, decides to kill the women instead."
"Sounds possible but a little far fetched don't you think?" Eriol asked him.
Syaoran nodded his head thinking he was right "Well then there is another theory. It could be a lonely guy who just wants a bit of excitement and gets a thrill out of the whole killing idea. I mean if we were to talk to this guy, he would probably react the same way he would to the thought of having dinner or sleeping to murder!" Syaoran explained. "He might have even had a rough childhood and is just acting out."
"But, what if it's not a guy? What if it's a woman?" Eriol asked again.
"That's the thing! There are so many possibilities!" Syaoran exclaimed. "It could be a guy, every thing would make sense if it was a guy. But then, some women are pretty sadistic as well. We can't be biased with cases. We have to explore all possibilities, but there are so many to think about it's insane."
"We'll figure it out soon, don't worry." Eriol reassured him again.
"Yeah, now why don't you go home to your wife?" Syaoran smiled at him.
"Yeah, Tomoyo probably is waiting for me."
After that Eriol walked out leaving Syaoran alone in the room. He sighed thinking about the case. "You have to mess up sooner or later…" he muttered to himself while looking at the papers.
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A man with dark, black hair and hazel eyes stepped out of his car and walked up the front steps of his home. He opened the front door and headed inside. He tossed his keys onto the table and wondered where everyone was. He was home later than usual. He was usually home around 4:00 but today he never got home till around 9. What could he say? Something came up.
"Sakura! Where are you?" he called.
At hearing his voice, his wife came quietly down the stairs in her housecoat. No doubt she was already in her pajamas. She saw him there and smiled the beautiful smile he loved. "Hey, you're late."
"Sorry, I got held up at the station," he apologized. He walked over to her and pulled her closer to him and placed a passionate kiss on her lips. "I've missed you all day."
"Same here. I just put Sumi to bed," she told him. "You know Koji, she was a little upset to go to bed without you saying goodnight to her."
"I know and I'm sorry, I'll make it up to her tomorrow. I promise," the man now known as Koji, Sakura's husband said sincerely.
"You better, that should make her happy." Sakura smiled at him. "Well I'm tired. It's been a long day. I can't believe how much energy our daughter has!" she laughed, "I'll see you in bed later."
"Yeah, I'm just going to have a shower and I'll see you in a few minutes."
"Okay, and sweetheart," Sakura started and waited to see if Koji was listening. "What held you up at the station?"
"Well…." Koji stiffened. "I… I was…I was, well you know… station stuff. Stuff they do at the station. Station stuff that kept me there for a long time." He stuttered.
"Are you lying to me?" Sakura asked raising an eyebrow suspiciously. Why wouldn't he tell her what was going on?
"Why would I lie to you? Are you accusing me of lying? Why don't you trust me? We've been married for five years!" Koji rambled on trying to make her forget what she asked.
"Okay, okay," Sakura sighed exasperatedly. "Forget I asked anything. And for the record, I do trust you okay?"
"Okay," he said in a monotone voice as he watched Sakura roll her eyes and head upstairs to their room.
"That was a close one," he whispered when he saw she had entered their room and closed the door. "I hope she doesn't catch on to me."
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Sakura lay down on her bed and sighed. She turned the TV in the bedroom on and started flipping through the channels. "Why did he get so offended? I was just asking him a simple question. It's not my fault that his answer didn't make any sense." She grumbled to herself.
After awhile she finally decided to watch Family Guy. Hey, she may be twenty-five years old, but she still knew a good show when she watched one.
About ten minutes later Koji walked in dressed for bed. He sat down on the bed with her kissing her temple. "Hey," he said softly.
"Hey," he said in a monotone voice.
"Okay, I'm sorry about downstairs. You were only asking a question."
"Apology accepted." She said in the same voice.
"Come on Saku, I'm really sorry. I over reacted." He practically begged her to warm up.
"And I said I forgave you," you told him her voice a little softer.
"Are you telling me the truth? Because your voice doesn't sound like you forgive me."
"Yes okay I am. You know I can't hold a grudge." Sakura told him now smiling.
"Yeah, I know you can't. So what are you watching." He asked getting comfortable and getting a look at what she had on the TV.
"Oh, I'm just watching Family Guy," Sakura told him. Then after a few seconds asked, "Doesn't his chin look like two balls?"
Koji looked at Peter Griffin on the TV show and stared at him for a few seconds. Then after awhile of examining him, he finally spoke. "You know, I think you're right. And it's kind of gross."
Sakura laughed and nodded her head.
Every night she went to sleep thinking her husband was perfect. They had small squabbles every now and then. But they always made up. She loved her husband and nothing could change that. She had the perfect husband….
If only she knew how wrong she was…
TBC….
A/N Well, this is my new story! I hope you guys like this one. I kinda like the plot to this story, I've always had a thing for suspense and mystery stories and now I'm righting my own story to it. I hope you guys like it and remember, to let me know Read and Review! When you read and review I know if I should continue. Well until next time, Ciao!