I know it has been awhile and I'm sorry for that. I plan to update more frequently now and I'm glad to say I have a wonderful Beta to help me out. Well anyway, on with the story :)

Beta: Moon Minamino


Sexy Love

I arrived home within half an hour, though the bus ride over was quite annoying. It was so crowed, I had to stand the whole time. A kind gentleman had offered me his seat but only because he thought I was a girl. Of course I declined and his expression was quite comical when I revealed to him I was a boy.

I opened the door to my home and announced my arrival. After I received no response, I kicked off my shoes and headed into the kitchen. It was just about suppertime and m y mother would usually be there preparing the meal. But to my surprise, the kitchen was empty, as well at the dining area. Now that I realized it, the house seemed devoid of life at all. I called out for my mother but there was no reply.

Anxious to know what was going on, I pulled out my cell and speed dialed my mother's number. She picked up on the second ring, her light voice melodious in my ear.

"Shuichi dear?"

"Hello mother, I'm home now. I'm just curious to know where everyone is."

"I'm sorry sweetheart, I tried to contact you earlier but when you didn't pick up I assumed you were busy. Your father..."

"Stepfather..." I corrected. That man was no kin of mine.

"Yes, your stepfather wanted to take us out for dinner. We waited for you but you never called back. We just arrived here so if you want we could come by and get you?"

"That won't be necessary mother. I'll grab a bite to eat with Yusuke."

"Okay then, hun. I love you. Take care."

"Love you too, mother. Bye."

I ended the call and trotted up the steps to my room. I dropped my book bag and practically bounded for my bed. My arms wrapped around my pillow as I pressed my face into the plush material. A sigh spilled from my lips in relief. My bed was just so comfortable. I lazily relaxed across my bed and yawned. I knew I was supposed to call Yusuke back but I was a bit tired from today's events. I snuggled up under the blankets and closed my eyes. I'd just see him tomorrow and explain my absence.

I was asleep with a matter of minutes.

"Good boy, Shuichi." A familiar voice said.

My body was in pain. I could feel blood everywhere, underneath my fingertips, seeping from my wounds, pouring from my eyes. A film of crimson red blood covered my one eye, the other one having been ripped out. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't make a sound. My throat was cut open, my wrist had been slashed. I was missing an arm, the ends of the dismantled and torn flesh squirted blood.

So much pain everywhere, and yet I was happy. I was so...happy.

"You're such a good boy. I love you so much," the voice said.

I used my only attached arm as leverage to lift my body up. I raised my head causing blood to spill from my split neck. A weak smile formed underneath bloody lips.

"I love you too," I mouthed, for I could not speak.

A hand came into view and it patted my head. I smiled at the contact and tried to lift my head up higher, but that hand kept me at bay. Suddenly, my head was roughly slammed into the ground so hard the bones on the side of my face shattered instantaneously.

A booted heel was placed against my head, the grooves of their shoes dug into me. With as much effort as I could muster, I rolled my eye to look up at the wonderful being above me .I could only make out their form through the red haze but that in itself was more than enough.

"How much do you love me?" the deep masculine tone questioned.

"I love you so much I would die for..."

My skull was instantly crushed.

I awoke in a panic. My hands frantically touching my face and arms, making sure they were intact. I was shaking. My teeth clattered together and I was sweating. I curled up into a ball and wrapped my arms around my knees. Tears poured from my eyes but I couldn't stop them from falling. Strands of crimson hair fell over my eyes, and stuck to my skin.

It was only a dream... it was only a dream...It was only a little nightmare, I kept repeating to myself. But it didn't help. I cried even harder and suddenly reached for my phone. I had no idea what time it was but I needed him. I needed to talk to Yusuke. Hear his words of comfort. I dialed his number and pressed the phone against my ear. He picked up and mumbled in incoherently into the phone.

"Yusuke?" I said through tearful sobs.

"Kurama? Are you crying? What's wrong?" he asked concerned.

"I...I just...need to hear you voice." I said.

"Oh okay. You wanna talk about it, baby?"

"No...no, I… just...don't hang up."

"Of course not." he said reassuringly.

I sobbed lightly over the phone for about ten minutes, Yusuke's soft voice a constant comfort. I kept seeing images of my dismembered and mangled body. I kept hearing the voice in the dream saying, "I love you, I love you. The voice that sounded so familiar. That sounded so much like my lover's it frightened me. Was the dream a warning? Or just a horrendous nightmare? Sometimes Youko sent me dreams of warning or of his concerns, but I wasn't so sure this was one of his.

"Yusuke what are you doing?" I finally managed through sobs.

"I'm at home doing nothing in particular. Why, you wanna come over?"he asked genuinely.

I nodded although he wouldn't see the action. "Yes," I said lowly.

"Alright, I'll be right here waiting, babe," he said softly.

"Okay, I'll see you in a bit," I said slightly relieved, then added, "I love you."

"I love you too, Kurama. See ya in a bit," he responded before hanging up.

Quickly, I packed an overnight bag with my school clothes and homework. I scrawled a note to my mother telling her where I would be and posted it on the refrigerator. With my bag slung over my shoulder, I grabbed my mother's car keys and jetted out the door. I tossed my bag to the side and was soon on my way.

I arrived at Yusuke's in record time, anxious to see him. I grabbed my stuff and raced up the stairs of his apartment complex. The door was already opened and I walked in without invite. Yusuke stood behind his small kitchen counter pouring hot homemade ramen into two bowls. I had to resist the urge to squeal in delight at this. Yusuke made the best ramen in all of Japan, and that was really saying something. I kicked off my shoes and placed my bag on the ground, before I shut the door behind me.

He greeted me with his most debonair smile and my spirits rose exponentially. "Thought this might cheer you up," he said smoothly. As he prepared the meals, I situated myself by the kotatsu and slipped my legs underneath, seeking the warmth of the heat source. He brought the food over shortly and placed it in front of me, accompanied by two carbonated drinks. I hastily blessed my food and dug in. Yusuke smiled at this and followed suit.

"Oh god, Yusuke" I said through a mouthful of noodles, disregarding my table manners. "This is so damn good." He smiled at me and began to devour his own meal.

After we ate, I washed the dishes since Yusuke had cooked. I stood over the sink with my sleeves rolled up and scrubber in hand. I could feel him watching me from behind, and I smiled at the attention. Only Yusuke could make me feel loved even while washing the dishes. I finished cleaning the kitchen and dried my hands off on a towel. Yusuke was still staring at me with dreamy eyes as I walked over to where he was, swaying my hips purposely as I did.

I turned mid step and started to head towards his bedroom, knowing he would follow. Once in his room, I laid on his bed and waited for him to enter, which he did shortly after. To my surprise, he bounded for me and playfully pounced on me. I laughed as we started to wrestle, something we did almost every time we were together. He pinned me down and I bucked out of his hold.

He had accidentally elbowed me in the eye and I could feel it swelling already. I wasn't too worried about it though, it would be healed by tomorrow morning after a goodnights rest, which I desperately needed. I began to undress down to by boxers, as did Yusuke, who scooped me into his strong arms afterward. His unique scent filled me with a sense of security and love. I found myself dozing off rather quickly with him holding me, his warm breathe a soothing comfort against my neck.

"G'night Kurama," he whispered in my ear before he kissed my cheek.

...

After I parked my car in the school parking lot, I ran as fast as I could to my homeroom class. I was terribly late due to having no alarm clock to wake me up. Luckily my internal alarm had woken me up thirty minutes after I would have normally. I raced up the steps and headed for my classroom. Catching my breath, I opened the door, ready to start apologizing to my teacher for being late. However, my teacher wasn't there, in fact, the student's weren't there either.

I scratched my head, pondering this odd turn of events. Where the hell was everyone? I pulled out my cell phone, checking it for any messages the school may have left in regards to these mysterious absences. There were none, and I flipped my cell closed and put it in my pocket. I walked out into the empty halls and wandered around for a bit. Finally, I spotted janitor and bounded over to him.

"Excuse me, excuse me, Sir!" I said hastily.

He gave me an odd look before frowning. "Yes?"

"Can you tell me where everyone is? I came late and I'm afraid I don't know what's going on."

He nodded and crossed his arms. "Everyone's been called to an emergency assembly. You better get on before you get in trouble."

I bowed in thanks and ran for the gym, where the school meetings took place. It took me a little less than two minutes to get halfway across school grounds and to the building. I waited until I could breathe easily again before I quietly entered the building. The students were lined up in an orderly fashion in perfect rows. Luckily my class was sort of close to the back, so I maneuvered through until I was standing with them. The headmaster of the school was speaking, thought I wasn't really paying attention at the moment.

I had no idea what was going on, and I didn't like the feeling of cluelessness. I tapped a fellow classmate, a boy who sat diagonal to me in class.

"Tsukasa," I whispered lowly, "What's going on here."

He flicked his dark eyes in my direction and leaned over. "Apparently Fuyuko Sensei was killed yesterday in his home. Pretty crazy huh?"

I tried to put on my best stunned face and look sad. "I see."

"They got real detectives and cops here too. I bet this makes the headlines!" he said excitedly.

We were shushed by a nearby teacher and quieted. I looked toward the stage and saw that the headmaster was stepping down, only to be replaced with another speaker. This man was definitely a foreigner, if his long blond hair didn't give it away. He introduced himself as the Chief detective on this case and went on from there. I couldn't help but notice this man looked very familiar to me.

"I will be in charge of this case and the Kyushu Police department will be conducting a thorough investigation. It is because of the unusual way he was murdered that we are involving students at all. We require your full cooperation today, as we will be interviewing you all individually today."

There were about 400 students in this school and I wondered how they were going to give individual interviews in one day.

"We will start with the classes that had Fuyuko sensei as a teacher. I will be dealing with this select group personally and my other detectives will be interviewing the rest. We will try our best to not keep you for more than school hours. Thank you."

After he stepped down, the headmaster came back up. "Thank you Chief Kaiser. Students please cooperate and things will run along smoothly."

We were ushered back into our classrooms and were told we couldn't leave. Rumors were already starting, students whispering their thoughts on what happened. Yu Kaito, a friend of mine from middle school, walked over to my desk and frowned.

"Strange…quite strange don't you think?" he asked, pushing up his glasses.

I shrugged my shoulders. "People die, what's so strange about that? Sekimoto Sensei died last year, too."

"From suicide. This is totally different," he added. I sighed and relaxed back into my chair. Kaito snickered and crossed his arms.

"Have you heard any of the details regarding the murder?" he asked, obviously knowing something.

"No," I said, uninterested.

"Well, I overheard some officers saying he'd been hanged."

"Sounds like it could have been a suicide," I noted, just to add conversation.

"Nope," he said eager to tell me what he knew. "They said there was blood everywhere, signs of a struggle. He fought back."

"Oh,"I said, sounding bored.

"But the strangest part of it all was the material the person used to hand him with," he said with a sly tone. "They said the rope looked like a vine of thorns. Strange, hmm?"

Kaito, having been involved in the past case with Sensui, knew all about my powers and what I was capable of. I could tell by his tone that he suspected I had something to do with it. I offered him a faint smile of interest.

"That is very strange indeed,"I said through a grin. He snickered and was about to say something else when the door of our classroom opened. I bit my lip to stifle a shocked gasp I almost released at the sight of the Chief Policeman. No wonder he had seemed so familiar, now that he was so close.

"Hello students," He said, accent lingering.

I slouched low in my seat and swore under my breath. Fuck, what was he doing here? My thoughts wandered back to the first time I saw him at the club dressed in a dark blue suit. It all made since now; he was a cop. That's why he tried to throw the law at me when I fell through the VIP room. He probably found my number due to his job. Fucking dirty ass cop, thought heatedly.

"Please cooperate and you'll be out of here in no time," he added. Our teacher handed him the attendance roster and he went from there. Every time he would call out a student's name, they'd usually leave and comeback within five minutes. Only one student hadn't come back so far. A boy name Minako Shuuyu. He was relatively quiet, always kept to himself. I always thought he was cute, but it was nothing serious. He had large dark eyes with very long and thick eyelashes. He was very pale and I had given him the nickname "baby doll", since he looked very much like a porcelain doll. I hoped he was okay.

Minako was two names before me, which meant I was next after this next kid came back. Poor Minako. I hope Blondie wasn't being too hard on the kid. The girl with the same last name as Minako came back relatively unscathed and was even smiling. She skipped over to her girlfriends and they all giggled. Apparently they all had a crush on the "hot foreign Chief." I rolled my eyes at their giddiness and waited for my name to be called.

Lothaire reentered with the roster and I was surprised when he called out, "Minobu Sagara" instead of my name. I knew I was supposed to be called next but I didn't correct his error. A couple of other students glanced at me, knowing that something was wrong. Minobu left with the Chief and I realized why I hadn't been called. I had probably been marked absent since I came in late. I smiled at my good fortune and laid my head on my desk, though my luck didn't last very long.

"Sensei!" the girl behind me shouted. Our teacher looked at her and the girl continued, "Minamino-kun was skipped on the roster!" she informed.

"Oh my, you're right. I'm sorry Minamino, you'll be next," The teacher said.

The girl behind me leaned over my shoulder and smiled. "You're welcome," she said. I turned my head and shot her a look so fierce she jumped back. I was so angry with her I'd give just about anything to knock her lights out for good. Instead, I rested my head on my desk, feigning sleep when I was actually trying to think of what I was going to say. My thoughts were cut short when Blondie came back, Minobu walked in behind him with a haughty grin. Minobu was the "rich boy" in class that the girls swooned over. He wasn't particularly attractive, but he was, well…rich.

My teacher tapped Chief Blondie on the shoulder and informed him of the error. He nodded his head and then called out my name, "Minamino Shuichi."

I stood up with the lingering feeling of dread. It seems he recognized me immediately by the slight widening of his eye and a quirk of his lips. "Please follow me,"he said, amusement laced in his tone.

He led me to the art room, which I assumed they were using as a temporary interrogation room. Once I entered, I spotted the "baby doll", Minako Shuuyu. He was sitting in a chair across the room with an officer guarding him. He had his head down and was fidgeting nervously in his chair. He looked up when we entered and I shot him an empathic smile. He blushed slightly before lowering his head again.

I was led into a spacious closet, with a desk and two chairs situated in the middle. There was no one else in the room and I took a seat in one of the chairs. The door was then shut and locked. Lothaire didn't take a seat and instead stood across from me, a wide grin on his face.

"Well, isn't this a surprise," he said through a pleased smile. "And here I thought I would never see you again."

"Why is Minako sitting out there?" I asked, completely changing the subject.

Lothaire snickered and crossed his arms. "He's a suspect in the murder of your teacher."

"Why?"

"I'll answer that if you answer a couple of questions of mine,"he said, moving to sit on the edge of the desk closest to me.

"Where where you last night between 1600 and 2100 hours?" he asked seriously.

I didn't immediately answer, trying to think of something to say. I could have said I was at Yusuke's, but I really didn't want this guy prying into my private life.

"I was at home," I said evenly,"and then I went to a friend's house."

"Can anyone confirm this information?" he questioned.

"My parents,"I said.

"Very well. I just need to make a few phone calls," he said as he stood up. He exited the room and I breathed a sigh of relief. Hopefully he would call my mother who would confirm my story. After a few minutes, Chief Blondie came back with a wide grin. He resumed his previous position and shook his head in mock regret.

"Nice try, but neither you parent's or you friend confirm this," He said, failing to hold back a grin. I could tell he was lying and probably hadn't called anyone. I glared at him and clenched my fists. Fucking liar.

"Are you sure you called the right people?" I hissed out.

He leaned forward and reached a hand out to caress my face. I slapped his hand and he smiled. "I'm very sure." He stood up and headed to door.

"I need you to take a seat by the other boy," he said.

"Why is he a suspect?" I said, returning to the previous topic.

Lothaire smiled as he placed his hand on the door. "The same reason you're here."

He opened the door and I stood up, and walked out without looking at him.

"Now you two behave," he said firmly, before he winked at me. I closed my eyes and pressed my fingers to my temples in frustration.

It seemed as if Fuyuko Sensei had just screwed me from beyond the grave.

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