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Chapter 1 (present day)
It was a relatively normal morning in the city of Hetalia as Arthur Kirkland walked to his front door. He had heard knocking, which was fairly unusual, and he hated to have his morning schedule interrupted if it was unimportant. The issue, which he knew rather well, was the fact that no one would be knocking on his door this early if it was not important.
Arthur scowled when he saw who it was, a regular police officer called Alfred F. Jones. The two of them had met several times due to his day job, mostly due to Alfred's curiosity, and had caused Arthur to see the younger man as an idiot. Alfred was a fairly decent officer, however, and after some more years to mature and get over his 'hero' nonsense could be a worthwhile member to the force.
"Hey Wiz, long time no see," Alfred said smiling happily, only to drop the smile when Arthur glared at him.
"What do you want now," Arthur asked.
"New case came up, something that's your kind of stuff," Alfred answered, holding up a folder for Arthur to take.
In truth, Arthur was actually a wizard; and a rather powerful one at that…at least in his own mind. However, casting spells and making potions did not pay the bills like they would in the dark ages, so Arthur found himself often taking on the stranger cases the police had as a way to make ends meet.
Casually, Arthur took the folder and tucked it under his arm instead of looking through it like Alfred would have liked. Arthur then frowned at Alfred and asked, "And how do I know that this isn't another ghost chase of yours?"
"Come on, Artie, have a little faith in me. Besides, the guys down town are always saying that if something weird comes up you're the best guy to take care of it," Alfred answered.
"You mean to clean up the mess you guys don't want. And I swear that if this does become another stupid chase I'll summon a ghost to haunt you until I get an apology," Arthur stated before saying goodbye by promptly shutting the door.
After waiting a few moments to make sure that Alfred left, Arthur walked to his kitchen to start his morning cup of tea; throwing the folder on the counter in the process. Several minutes later, with his tea and the folder, Arthur went to his study to begin looking over the file.
He was correct about the department sending him the more weird cases, not that he minded; it was certainly better than being a normal, full time officer and dealing with the average crime. Besides, he was one of the few people in the entire city really qualified to take care of the bizarre. And from what the description of the case was showing, this was certainly bizarre.
According to the description, last night a Mister Roderick Edelstein was attacked while walking home from his store. The victim was rather vague about the attack, but there was quite the description for how he was found mostly naked in the streets with bruises, bite marks and weird ears coming out of his head. A picture with the folder made the ears look like the kind from a costume shop, but the doctors said they were real ears instead of fake.
"If not for the ears being real this would seem like a normal sex crime; not something for me to deal with," Arthur mumbled to himself. As he looked closer at the photos, however, he noticed that there was something…animalistic…about the bite marks. Thinking that it would not hurt to take the case, he sat back for a moment and began to plan out what he should do. After some time to finish his tea and get ready, Arthur started out for the hospital to meet with the victim.
Roderick Edelstein was not the kind of person that most people could stand, which became more than obvious when Arthur reached the hospital room and saw a nurse walk out of the room with a peeved look on her face. Cautiously, Arthur knocked before entering and looked the victim over. The man was about the same age as him, with brown hair and purplish eyes hidden behind a pair of glasses. But the most striking thing was the pair of ears on his head, scanning the room for any noise like an animal's.
"Who are you and what do you want? I need my rest," Roderick asked in an annoyed huff.
"My name is Arthur Kirkland and I have been asked to investigate in your…incident," Arthur answered bluntly. He hated it when the people he needed to question played the 'I'm-the-victim-so-I-don't-know-what-I-could-tell- you-and-why-won't-you-just-let-me-rest' game.
"I don't know what I could tell you that the other officers don't already know?" Roderick explained.
"Plenty," Arthur answered while walking closer to the head of the bed. Once there, he began to inspect the ears to find how real they were. To his surprise, they had replaced the normal ones on the side of the head and were very sensitive to any noise.
As Arthur did this, he asked the normal questions which were already answered with the file; annoying the victim even more. Along with this he discovered that Roderick was absolutely no use in discovering anything about his attacker. According to Roderick, the attacker came up behind him and he must have blacked out during it. Eventually Arthur stopped and asked if it would be alright for him to check out the store Roderick owned; saying that a clue might be there as to who attacked him. Roderick was against the idea at first, not wanting anything to happen to his prized merchandise while he was not there, but he eventually, begrudgingly, gave directions to his store and also where he could get a spare key to enter. Roderick made certain to complain about how whoever hurt him stole his favorite vintage, purple coat which held the normal keys. Arthur thanked him for his time and left soon after this, hoping to get more answers from the store and the crime scene.
Still a little short for my taste…
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