Haruichi stumbled as his world spun violently. His stomach flipped and pain seared through his left arm. Leaning heavily against the wall as he let his vision settle, the thirty two year old blindly fired a few times in front of him. When the spinning stopped, he opened his eyes and fired another bullet into the wounded woman's head before turning to find his target attempting to flee through the back door.
Another shot and he was dead. Looking down at his bleeding arm, Haruichi stumbled out of the apartment and into a bathroom down the hall. Lurching over the toilet, he vomited the small amount of food he'd eaten that day into the water.
Wiping his mouth, he ignored his pounding head and made his way outside, flinching at the bright sun. In the back of his mind he vaguely thought he'd forgotten something, but ignored it as he headed back to his small home. The complex was slightly rundown, and in need of repairs, but the owners left him alone and didn't ask questions.
Staggering into his room, he fell onto his small bed and let himself sleep. He'd finish his other job later, when his head stopped pounding.
Jun frowned as he, Tetsu, and even Kuramochi – who was part of a different district – were called to help out with a murder of a small director and his wife over in Nara. None knew why they were needed, or why the chief had been so insistent on the three of them specifically coming to help.
"Thank you for coming so quickly," Chief Mouri said.
"You seem to have this under control," Tetsu observed. "Why did you ask us to come?"
Pursing his lips, chief Mouri pulled out a sheet of paper from the file he was holding and handed it over. "I heard you three were looking into the old case that happened in Tokyo. I was a rookie over there when it happened. I got transferred here to Nara before it was closed. One of the first cases I helped on. Something about it never set right with me. Now I know why."
Kuramochi's face drained of color. "Y…You're kidding me."
"I'm afraid not. I had it triple checked because I just couldn't believe it."
Jun grabbed the sheet from the younger officer and cursed. "Fuck."
"Do you have any leads on where he might be?" Tetsu asked.
"Sadly no. This place doesn't have any security cameras, and nobody else bothered to notice anything wrong. Apparently this couple fought a lot, and they thought the screams were the two finally getting fed up and throwing things at each other. The gun he used most probably had a silence attached."
"You're telling me," Jun growled, "That he was able to just walk in here, kill these two, and walk out without anyone noticing anything?" Mouri nodded reluctantly.
"We can handle things here, but I thought you three would want to work on tracking down our killer." He let out a humorless chuckle. "I never thought that the boy from my first case would be the killer in one of my last." Shaking his head, he waved the three off. "You'll get the full cooperation of my division."
"Thank you chief," Tetsu said, handing back the paper. Turning on his heel, he led Kuramochi and Jun out of the crime scene and out onto the street. Pulling out his phone, he held it between them. "Who wants to tell Ryousuke?"
"I'm going in there."
"No, you're not."
"He's my little brother Youichi. I'm going in there."
"Damn it Ryou-san, he may by your little brother, but he's dangerous. We don't know how many people he's killed over the years!"
"I don't care. I'm going in there."
"I want to go to!"
"No way in hell. You – all of you – are staying put right here. Jun-san, Tetsu-san, and I will handle this."
"Harucchi was – is – my friend! I'm coming with you!"
"We're running out of time," Tetsu said, glancing at his watch.
"We don't have time for this damn it!" Jun yelled. "Kuramochi, get them some vests and shut up. They're coming with us one way or another, might as well make sure they're protected." Kuramochi grumbled but snapped at some of the nearby officers to get them some extra bullet proof vests.
Handing one to Ryousuke, he said, "Ryou-san, I know he's your little brother, but please. Don't do anything rash. We don't know how much he's changed."
The pink haired male nodded, his face determined. "Thank you Youi-chan," He whispered. The group made their way inside the large office building, heading to the top floor. Entering the office of what they'd determined Haruichi's next target to be, they spread out around the room and crouched low.
They left the lights on, and stationed a mannequin look-a-like of the target at the desk, the real one being at the police district across town. They didn't know when he'd strike, but based on the previous murders they'd been able to pin him on, he tended to strike the business targets in their offices after close.
It was after nearly two hours of waiting – with surprisingly no complaints from the non-officers in the room – before the door opened. The officers all jumped up and aimed their guns at the intruder, while the non-officers in the room jumped up to get a better look.
Ryousuke's breath caught in his throat and he felt tears pricking his eyes. While the man in front of them was older, and had longer hair chopped roughly just above his shoulders, it was still obviously Haruichi.
Haruichi ignored the guns pointed at him and fired one shot at the figure in the chair. He stared at it as the head flew off and rolled across the ground, obviously a fake. He didn't look at any of the people around him as he turned and tried to leave, only to find his exit blocked by more guns. Raising his own, he shot the two before him, stepping forward as their bodies started to fall.
Ryousuke couldn't believe it as he watched his little brother kill two officers without a hint of emotion. Seeing the other officers getting ready to shoot, he ignored Kuramochi's warning to not do anything rash and ran from his position. He'd already lost his baby brother once. He wouldn't – couldn't – lose him a second time. Racing forward, and ignoring all the yells for him to get back and curses, he slammed into the back of Haruichi, wrapping his arms around him.
"Haruichi," He whispered, his head resting on the male's shoulder. Pulling back slightly and tugging his brother around, he opened his eyes and stared into his little brother's pink ones. He felt his throat close up at how dead and emotionless they were. There was no recognition, no happiness, anger, sadness, nothing.
Forcing down his sadness, he smiled happily, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. "Thank god. You're alive." His eyes didn't leave his little brother's, even as Haruichi raised his hand and jammed his knife into the elder pink haired male's throat.
Kuramochi watched in what seemed to be slow motion as his old partner slid to his knees before slumping over sideways, a pool of red forming around his throat. The pink haired man still standing didn't even bother to look at the body beneath him as he aimed and fired again, hitting an unsuspecting Eijun between the eyes.
Kuramochi felt hot tears on his cheeks and squeezed his eyes shut, finally pulling the trigger when Miyuki fell with a shot to his temple, having been turning wide eyed to look at the dead pitcher beside him. Feeling his knees give below him, Kuramochi opened his eyes and stared with blurry vision as the other officers slowly made their way forward, checking to see if Haruichi was really dead.
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