Hi!

I never have any freaking time to update.

I mean literally.

But, hey. I'm BACCCKKKKKK.

Also, I will not be doing those awesome title things... Every time I make one it just kind of dies when I post one...

Here we go.

Detective Wallace

Investigation room 13

7:43

I can't believe I am still here.

Still sitting across from Ikuto, and staring stormily. Ikuto waited.

He took off his glasses and sighed roughly as he rubbed at his eyes. "So. Tell me. What were you two doing at that house?"

"We were walking by," Ikuto said lazily and I almost groaned. Like hell you were.

"Like hell," I whipped my glasses back on and stared at the kid.

"Your friend Amu has been very forthcoming- I recommend you do the same," I snapped it unintentionally. There was something off about this boy and how he used one expression and one tone of voice. Although at the mention of Amu's name his eyebrow twitched slightly. Maybe I could use that reaction to my advantage later.

"Fine. What do you know about agent Don Hinamori?" I took a sip of coffee, staring at him over the brim. For the first time there seemed to be an emotion-anger- in his expression.

"Keep her away from Amu," he said it in that monotone, lazy voice but it was a heartbeat faster.

"And why is that?"

"She's her step-mother," Ikuto replied, giving out more information than he had yet.

"Tell me about her," I clicked his pen and stared at the boy. He stared back in a highly uncomfortable, almost curious manner. It was that kind of look a dog would have if they were staring at someone, trying to decide whether they should eat them.

"Do you know Amu almost was killed?"

"No, I didn't." I took another sip of coffee as I jotted this onto the paper.

"Her sister sliced her open." The boy said it with no emotion, and watched as I spat out my coffee.

"I was not expecting that," I admitted.

Don Hinamori

7 years ealier

Don Hinamori had joined the law enforcement career after the death of her husband. After that car tore the one thing from her life, his other daughter was already in the mental hospital, so what were the chances that the second belonged there as well?

High, high, high. Her "daughter" Amu had been a brilliant child, sweet and adorable and caring and a brilliant baby.

She said her first words months before any of the other children, took her first steps first.

Although at times it seemed like she had just known what to do- the way she could write clearly in first grade, the way she picked up on new skills slightly too quickly to be normal. The way she talked to her imaginary friends who she claimed were floating around.

Don had married her late husband after his daughters had been born- and she quickly deduced that they had something wrong with them, there was just something off. She began asking around about Midori, and what had happened. Most people told her it was just a tragedy, that someone had broken into their house and killed her. At first she had believed it. When the girls began showing a massive interest in horror films Don had been outraged- no child should be watching that kind of thing. They began to sneak movies into the house and watch them when she was out. Ami thought it would be fun to reenact one of them.

And she didn't just play pretend. She tried to kill her sister. When Don had arrived Amu was bleeding profusely and her sister was... dancing. She had some sort of war paint on- we later discovered it was blood. She had almost vomited then and there. She rushed the girl and ripped the knife away from her after she had attempted to attack her. She scooped her up, screaming at the girl as she raced for the phone. She did not put the girl down as she explained what had happened, trying not to go into too much detail and trying to think through the haze that was beginning to cloud over her. She sprinted back into the living room and yet again gagged at the sight. Ami had been dancing and humming happily around her sister's dilapidated body... which she had cut open.

Literally.

You could see inside of the girl. Ami is six, the fact that she could have precision enough to just cut the skin... Don had tears in her eyes as she placed Ami on the couch and rushed to try and figure out some way to help her step-daughter. She tried to stop the bleeding, she just couldn't. There seemed to be no way to stop it- there were huge flaps of skin peeled away from the girl's body. Her light pink hair was dark red, covered in blood- her innocence had been taken through her blood. Don believed that her daughter was truly going to die.

Amu survived, and Ami was placed in a special organization that had just been created, one that specialized in rehabilitating individuals capable of things such as this. Amu changed, turned into a very quiet and terrified girl- she wouldn't tell anyone what had actually happened and officials told Don that she probably couldn't, they had enough information to piece together what had happened-even without her story.

Neither Don or Amu never fully recovered.

When Amu's father died officers were insistent it wasn't the girl, but she had been acting differently.

She was acting strangely for a ten year old, and Don had been getting worried.

After the Accident the girl had... blacked out mentally. She couldn't even remember her name, so they placed her in the same facility as her sister.