"Echizen is there anything wrong?" Katagiri-sensei asked noticing the glazed look in Ryoma's eye.

"What? Oh! Nothing wrong, sensei. I'm very happy to see him," Ryoma blurted out in a rush as he raced outside.

Rizaya was there in all his glory wearing a suit and expression that made him look at least three years older. He had a smirk that made the hairs on the back of Ryoma's neck stand up and his primitive instincts recognize a predator.

"Been a while, eh Kitten-san," Rizaya laughed in a way that did not match the situation. The laugh hung in the air, innocent, childish, and friendly, but still so dangerous, "I finally managed to get to you. Ritsu-sensei and the rest of them had quite a scare back in school! You should have seen them quivering when I heard they sent you to Japan without any notice, it was so funny!" he laughed again. Ryoma wanted to take a step backwards, but his muscles resisted. He had no doubt that Rizaya knew his emotions and was using them to capture him. Ryoma couldn't resist.

"So you're working with the DDS Japan campus, I see. Shouldn't we talk this over with a cup of coffee? Come." The last word was a spell and Ryoma felt it. (AN: Loveless, spells are used to control/harm enemy. Manipulate. When a spell takes effect the other person almost unconsciously does what the person says. More syllables, stronger spell. Ryoma is affected because Rizaya is his "sacrifice" aka owner, leader, During fights Rizaya tells Ryoma what to do, Ryoma fights by spell, Rizaya takes all damage. Search Wiki Loveless) Before he knew what was happening, Ryoma was a couple of steps behind Ryoma heading to the local Starbucks. They gave their orders, to regular coffees, and took their seats. The air pressure was heavy and no one said a word between them.

Ryoma sat there like a mute idiot with his hands on his knees waiting for something to happen. It did.

Three police men and a detective marched in with handcuffs. "Echizen, Rizaya, you are under arrest for domestic violence, murder, rape, sexual assault, and obstruction of justice. You have the right to remain silent."

"What the hell?" both brothers exclaimed as the police officers led Rizaya out the restaurant and into the back of the police car with both hands behind his back.

One of the men looked familiar, Wait a minute… "You're Nanami-sensei, Dan-sensei's assistant!" Ryoma cried.

The police officer backed away, and motioned for the other two officers to drive away. He grabbed Ryoma's hand almost viciously and dragged him to a nearby alley, where he proceeded to push Ryoma back to the wall. "How did you recognize me?" he demanded.

Ryoma rubbed his arm that had hit the brick. It was probably bruising, "A couple of years ago, New York Campus, you came to give a lecture. I wouldn't forget, 

the entire school had to study Japanese so hard I think Kevin's ass can say 'arigato' by now."

"God, kid… okay. Fine. Just don't go around announcing my name like that. You might blow my cover when it's really important. Now," His eyes narrowed, "What is your relationship with Echizen Rizaya?"

"He's my brother, not that it's any of your business. Why did you arrest him?" Ryoma's voice got harsh and cold at the end. He knew that Nanami was his superior and that he shouldn't be acting so disrespectfully, (bad reputation equals bad connection with parents) but when it came to the wellbeing of Rizaya Ryoma kind of got a bit emotional. It was his duty to fight for him after all.

"Rizaya is a suspect in a string of murders. He might be connected in the killing and kidnapping of over one hundred people. It's a new record. If you know anything don't hesitate to tell. The public may think you're a dream family, but I know better." Murders? Kidnappings? One hundred of them? Why hadn't he ever told him? As cruel as it may sound, this did sound Rizaya-ish. He always was pretty fond of blood.

"I believe my brother has no connection to any of this nonsense, Nanami-sensei, and please try to stay out of my family affairs," Ryoma responded, "May I ask you a favor?"

"What is it?"

"For my case. I need to get a no-restrictions autopsy of Sugasaki Meiko. Today."

"I'll get it for you. Friends?" Nanami held out his hand as a kindergarten teacher might do to a shy student.

Don't bet your dick on it.

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Ryoma was standing in a laboratory examining a corpse while other students (the youngest being 10 years old) were staring at him with wide eyes as he examined the dead flesh without flinching or looking any different than he usually did. They had been brought in to watch Ryoma do the autopsy as an "educational experience". Most of the time the rest of the school used fake, plastic, dolls and computers. The professor explaining every single breath Ryoma took was very annoying. Nanami-sensei had a cunning way of granting favors. Sure, the autopsy was no-restrictions, but with the thirty something kids watching your every move and a professor examining your every move he might as well brought in the entire Diet and broadcasted the autopsy all over Japan.

Ryoma tried to ignore the urge to take a chemical and spill it all over their heads as he sliced another opening to the woman's back. He searched for the next ten minutes and found the bullet lodged between some tissue through her heart. The lady didn't stand a chance after the first bullet. The killers hadn't needed a second one. After attempting to stitch her back up a bit, he carefully flipped her over on to her back leaving her naked front completely exposed. Some "ew!"s and "gross!"s ensued accompanied by whispers and uncertain murmurs in the audience. Take this "educational experience"! Ryoma hid a laugh as he slowly moved down to the woman's thighs and put down his scalpel, taking a q-tip and swabbing it over her nether regions until he got a large enough sample. Protests continued. Ryoma let out a chuckle as the professor tried to calm everyone down.

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How is it? I'm not sure how much of that stuff medical examiners really do, so if you find anything wrong please let me know. Review! I'll be looking forward to it :)