Beta: Moon Minamino

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Sexy Love 13

By the end of the school investigations, there were a total of ten suspects including myself. Besides Minako Shuuyu and Matsuda Akihiko, who I knew from my middle school, I didn't know any of the other students. There was only one girl among us, though her sex was questionable. She looked very much like a boy, with very short hair and lacking the definitive curves of a woman. The girl wasn't ugly. In fact, she held the appearance of a handsome boy ripe with youth.

We were all taken to a classroom and told to sit at the desk until our parents were notified of our detainment. Most of the students were apparently troublemakers and showed no fear regardless of the situation. I wish I could say the same was for Minako, who had recessed to the back of the classroom. He was shaking and seemed more nervous than he was before. Surely he didn't need to be worried since he was actually innocent, but he looked fearful.

Feeling concerned for him, I maneuvered to the back and sat next to him. He shot a quick glance over at me before lowering his head even more. I placed my hand on his shoulder in a comforting gesture before I spoke.

"It's going to be alright, Minako," I said empathetically.

He kept his head down and didn't acknowledge my presence for a few moments. I saw him suck his bottom lip into his mouth in nervousness. His large doe eyes are focused on nothing in particular as he stared into his lap. I could feel him shaking underneath my fingertips and I wondered what's got him so nervous.

"Minako?" I shook him gently. He slowly lifted his head and his dark eyes set upon my own.

"I'm scared," he said lowly.

"Everything's going to be fine," I said in comforting tone. "You've done nothing wrong. You didn't kill him."

A flicker of something flashed in his dark eyes before they widened exponentially. "How do you know that I didn't kill him?" he asks with a slightly psychotic undertone. It's so odd to hear him speak in such a manner and his expression is still fear stricken.

"How do you know I didn't do it? It could have been me," he said, lowering his head.

It's now that I finally understand why no one talks to him, regardless of his cute looks; the boy was sort of off. I gently squeezed his shoulder in a comforting gesture as I thought about what to say to him next. I had to be careful with my choice of words because I didn't know how he'd react otherwise.

"Did you do it?" I asked feeling quite amused though I kept it hidden from my face.

Minako just shrugged his shoulders and kept his head down. What the hell was wrong with this kid? Of course he didn't do it, so why was he behaving in such a way. Curiosity got the best of me and I asked another question to sate my confusion.

"It's a yes or no question, pretty straightforward. Did you ̶" I was cut off by his sudden interjection.

"I don't know if I killed him or not!" he hissed out, though making sure to keep his voice level low.

"How do you not know?" I asked him.

He then scooted closer to me and did a quick survey of the room to make sure the others weren't paying attention to us. Most of the other suspected students had their heads down or were doing homework. The officers assigned to watch us didn't see us as a threat so they pretty much ignored us. After Minako was sure he wasn't going to be overheard, he turned his large doll like eyes on me and started to fidget nervously.

"This may sound strange, but…" he cuts off, looking away momentarily, "maybe I shouldn't say. You're the only one in class who ever talks to me. I don't want you to think I'm weird."

I shook my head and looked appalled by his assumption, even though he was practically right. "No, I could never."

"Well, sometimes in the middle of the night, my stepfather appears with a white towel that smells sickening. He places it over my mouth and nose before I ever get a chance to wake up fully. I don't know what happens between that and the next morning. I always wake up in my own bedroom but sometimes I'm wearing different clothes and on rare occasions I have cuts and bruises all over my body, like I was in a fight or something."

I found it actually quiet hard to keep a concerned face while he spoke. Not that I wasn't concerned, I was just shocked to hear that sort of thing was happening to him and he didn't understand what was going on. He probably was being raped or being used as an outlet for some other suppressed desire of his twisted stepfather. Poor Baby doll.

"Last night was one of those nights," he continued, "But when I came back, I had blood in my hair and under my fingernails. I don't know what happened. That's why I don't know if I killed sensei or not."

Well shit, I thought. What the fuck was going on in his house? I mean, I know I had problems with my stepfather too, but that was only because he treated me like a boy when I had the mindset of a 1000 year old demon. And as much as we butted heads, he was still an honorable man who'd never try and do the things that Minako's so called parent did to him.

"I see, but I'm pretty sure you didn't go halfway across town to kill Sensei, plus they say the time of death was between 1700 and 2000. Not in the middle of the night." I said logically, but he just shook his head.

"I just don't know," he said lowly.

I thought about whether or not I should report the possible abuse going on in his home. I knew it was none of my business, but his situation was too strange to ignore. He remained secluded for the rest of the time until our respective guardians started to show up. My mother and stepfather were actually the first to arrive. Once she spotted me, I put on my best scared and confused face. Of course I didn't normally act like this and if this had been any other situation she would have thought my behavior odd. But regardless of tough façades, most of these kids were scared of the possibility of being put in prison for a crime they didn't commit.

So I decided to go along with the sentiments of the room and feign trepidation. I rushed into her arms and allowed a few tears to slip past. She held me close and I could smell her familiar scent of lavender and vanilla.

"Shuichi, its okay baby. I'm here now," she said comforting.

My stepfather had surprisingly become very upset when he saw the state I was in. I had half expected him to tell me to shut up and stop whining, but this was a serious matter and I guess my little act was working quite well.

"Who's in charge here?" he yelled at the two officers in the room. Before they could respond, the smooth voice of the head Chief Lothaire Kaiser filled the room as he entered followed by a few other parents.

"I am," he said. I could tell he was holding back the urge to grin at me by the way his lips twitched. Had he fallen for my act as well? Maybe I should forget about my becoming a businessman and pursue drama, I thought humorously.

As more parents filed in, Lothaire moved to the center of the room and addressed us.

"I am Chief inspector Kaiser and I am heading the investigation of the murder of Mr. Fuyuko, a teacher," he said evenly. "As of right now your kids are suspects in this case."

That brought about a murmur of shocked gasps and looks of panic. My own mother tightened her hold on me as he spoke.

"Please do not be alarmed, as this is just protocol to suspect people who are in contact with him."

"Then my child can go home then!" my mother suddenly snapped, surprising me and my stepfather by the rage in her voice.

"I know it's getting late but we really have to…"

"No! My boy has nothing to do with this! You're mistaken!"she yelled, as she grabbed my stepfather's hand and started to head towards the exit. She was blocked by the police of course, though that didn't stop her from trying to get me the hell out of there.

"Move aside please," she hissed out, lips curled back into a scowl. In all my years I've never seen her so mad. It must have been the look on my face that set her off. I'd never realized until now the extent of her protectiveness over me. She was just as protective over me as I was of her. I would have smiled at her but this was neither the time nor the place for that.

"Ma'am, please calm down!" Blondie commanded, which set my stepfather off.

"Don't yell at her!" he exclaimed.

"Then please calm her down then," he said before turning his attention back to the others. "Now listen everyone, you are to take your child home but you must bring them to the police station for further questioning tomorrow at ten' o clock a.m. There they will be detained for a period of time and released if there are no problems. If you do not bring your child to the station a warrant will be out for your arrest. Do I make myself clear?"

Nods from both parents and child followed. Blondie then looked at my mother and crossed his arms. "Do you understand?" he asked her with a hint of derisiveness.

Her dark eyes narrowed dangerously at him, though it was an empty threat. She nodded her head and immediately ushered me out, my stepfather close behind.

"How dare them!" He yelled out loud. My mother nodded in consensus.

"My poor baby didn't do anything!" she added as she rushed me out of the school and into the car where my kid brother was sleeping in the back seat. She slammed the door roughly in her anger and released a sound of annoyance.

"They don't know what they're doing," my stepfather said.

Actually they did, considering they actually had the killer even if the methods were questionable. Then he looked back at me with an expression that spoke volumes and I think my view of him changed in that instant. It was nothing short of concern and love. Regardless of the enmity that was between us, he really did love me.

"Are you okay Shuichi?" he asked, though he tried to hide the worry from his voice.

Just then, my brother moved in his sleep and yawned loudly before saying, "I'm okay dad."

"Not you boy, your brother," he tried to say without smiling at my little brother Shuiichi's mix up.

"I'm fine," I said while placing Shuiichi's head on top my lap. He fell back asleep almost immediately before we took off.

I couldn't wait to get home, eat, take a shower and call Yusuke to tell him what happened today. It was rare that anything remotely interesting happened to me on a daily basis and it was hard to hide my excitement on the ride home. When we arrived at our destination, I heated up some leftovers from last night and practically downed it. After my meal, I took a quick shower and dried myself off in record time. I threw on some night clothes and sifted through my bag to get at my cell phone.

Once located, I speed dialed him and anxiously waited for him to pickup. After the fourteenth ring, my high was nearly shattered until I heard the doorbell ring. I glanced at the time, 7:10. I tossed my phone in a frustration and plopped down on my bed, quite upset that I didn't get to talk to him. There was a knock on my door and I yelled for them to enter.

His familiar scent and light chuckled brought me from low to high again as he walked in. I couldn't even hide my joy as Yusuke walked in. Just as I was about to run into his arms in a clichéd drama fashion, my mother walked in behind him. I stopped mid run and froze. My action must have been quite comical because Yusuke was trying his hardest to hold in his laughter.

"Shuichi," she began, "Yusuke said he heard what happened on the news and wanted to some see if you were okay, isn't that nice." She beamed in approval at him.

"Yes, it is," I answered still in my standstill, mid run position.

"Okay then, I'll see you tomorrow Shuichi. Goodnight boys," she said while leaving.

When she was safe distance away, Yusuke exploded with laughter. I laughed to as I continued my dramatic run towards him. I bolted into his strong arms and kissed his reddened cheeks.

"Don't laugh!" I said, even though I was giggling as well.

He kissed my lips lightly and smiled against them. "Sorry, baby. It was just so damn funny."

His lips were soon moving against mine and I kissed him back eagerly. His quick fire tongue bolted into my mouth so fast that I moaned unexpectedly. I coiled my tongue around his and enjoyed the taste of his mouth. He tasted of the soda he most likely drank before he got here, strawberry flavored, my favorite. I licked his lips before we parted, relishing the sweet taste. He smiled devilishly at me before he suddenly tackled me to the bed. I went back with a suddenly yelp and laughed.

"Yusuke!" I said through a squeal as he started to pin me. His lips were soon back as he started to kiss me more passionately. I smiled at his friskiness and kissed him back with equal vigor. Most likely he just needed a quick fix and not full blown intercourse which would not be possible at my house at this hour. My mother slept light and had the ears of a hound. His fingers laced into my hair and massaged my scalp gently. I moaned softly as my hands made their way to his bottom. I squeezed his firm ass with both hands and loved the supple cushion I could feel through his jeans.

After our a few minutes of tongue kissing and mindlessly groping, we parted mutually because I was starting to get loud. He held me in his arms, nuzzling my neck. I smiled at him and kissed his forehead.

"I had a very interesting day, my love," I said.

He brought his head back up and regarded me with interest. "Yeah I saw on the news that a teacher from your school was murdered in is home. The reporter said he'd been hung over the banister."

"I'm a suspect in that case," I said almost humorously. His went wide in shock at that. His expression changed from relaxed to worried in a split second.

"What! Why?" he asked hurriedly.

"I don't really know," I say lightly unconcerned. I knew full well that even if I did have an alibi that Inspector Blondie would most likely keep me anyway.

"Well it's obvious that they're mistaken," he said while placing a comforting kiss on my lips.

Then a sick thought popped into my head and before I could assess what the possible repercussions could be, I whispered "I did kill him" into my lovers ear. He stiffened for a moment before he looked down at me with disbelieving eyes. I didn't know why I don't him, I think I just wanted someone to know the real truth and I could trust Yusuke with my secret even if he isn't looking too pleased with me.

"You…what?" he asked, needing to hear it once more to believe it.

"I killed him," I said almost too casually. Yusuke then grabbed my shoulders and scanned over my body, seeing if he can find any physical signs of my confession. He found none and looked me questionably in the face.

"Why'd you kill him!" he practically hissed out. I moved closer to him and pressed my body against his. I wrapped my arms around him and laid my head on his chest.

"I…didn't want to tell you because I didn't want you to worry about me, but the man I killed was a half demon that abused me," I said as I buried my face into his chest. I left out what kind of abuse it did, not want to alarm him even more.

"How could a demon abuse you? You're an A class demon," he said with more disbelief in his voice than I liked. I roughly pulled out of his arms and fixed him a heated glare, upset with the fact that he didn't believe me.

"First off," I snapped at him, "He was of the quest class and could set off bombs in almost the same manner of Karasu!" A slight shiver ran through Yusuke at the mention of the demon's name. I'm sure in that instant he had a flashback of what that psycho did to me during the dark tournament.

"It's quite hard to defend myself against a power like that!" I hissed out enraged. He sighed and then looked at me again with an odd look. It was like a mixture of disgust and compassion.

"Why did you hang him? You couldn't have just poisoned him or something?" he asked.

I scowled and pushed him back in annoyance. "Why the fuck do you care about that?" I yelled, but low enough that my parents wouldn't hear it down the hall. "He was hurting me and that's all you care about! The way I killed him?" I was so angry I found myself pacing back and forth with my teeth gritted in suppressed rage. Maybe it hadn't been a good idea after all to tell him, no matter how much I wanted to. He was obviously focusing on the wrong aspects of the murder.

He was still sitting on the bed, watching my every movement. I shot a glare at him and it's only when I look at him do I notice the increased fire in his eyes as well. Annoyed and hurt, I stormed up to him and scowled.

"What are you so angry about?" I snapped. "I'm the one that should be upset!"

He didn't respond and stared at me with piercing brown eyes that showed no understanding. I grew even angrier and I backed away before I did something I'd regret. Once again I found myself storming around my room as he looked upon me. Uncaring eyes stalked me with every move. Soon I was fed up with his attitude and I marched up to him and balled up my fist. I was so angry I could hit him, but I didn't. Instead I yelled at him, trying my best to regulate my volume.

"I can't believe you're acting like this!" I yelled. "I thought you of all people would understand or at least comfort me! But no, you want to get all fucking upset about stupid shit!"

He still didn't speak and his silence made me even angrier. "You know what Yusuke, just get the fuck out of my house! I don't want to see you right now. So just lea ̶"

I was effectively shut up when he got up with lightning fast speed and punched me in gut, hard. I would have gone soaring across the room if it weren't for his other hand holding onto my shoulder. My arms wrapped around my midsection and I doubled over. It was such a hard hit that I couldn't even cry out in pain, I just gritted my teeth together and tried to ride out the pain. Without giving me time to recuperate, he grabbed my hair, roughly yanked my head back and pulled me closer.

My eyes were sealed as a reflex to the sharp pain so I couldn't see him, but I could definitely hear him. A cold chill raced up my spine as he spoke and I grew instantly fearful with every reason to be. My breathing hitched as his fingers snaked their way around my neck. I couldn't breathe and he was squeezing my neck so tight I felt as if my head might pop off. I opened my eyes and tried to plead with him that way since I couldn't speak. His eyes were glazed over with a film of crimson and his hair was starting to lengthen. The markings of his ancestors were starting to appear and his incisor teeth are now sharpened to fine points. He had a proud look on his face as he lifted me up in the air with one hand. I could barely see him , as dark spots started to dot my vision.

"Stop lying to your lover and tell me the truth. Lie to me again and I'll rip your fucking head right off your shoulders," he said through a smirk. He then dropped me and I sucked up air greedy for the life source. As I was coughing and gasping on the floor, he bent down to my level and extended his hand. I went still, fearful of what he might do to me if I backed away. His long fingers set underneath my chin and he roughly tilted my head up to look him in his eyes. He kissed my lips gently and caressed my cheek with his thumb.

"Now, what exactly happened in that house?"