Verdict, Chapter 8
Title: Verdict
Author: fffriction1984
Chapters: 8/??
Genre: AU, crime, suspense, het, general, action (in bits, I guess)
Warnings: violence in parts, I’m toying with a lot of clichés here, characters acting OOC, English is not my mother tongue
Rating: NC17 to be safe
Pairings: none
Characters: the usual suspects I’d say; Danger Gang, Gazette, Alice Nine, Screw, Dir en grey, more to come
Disclaimer: I only own the idea but I am in no way affiliated with the aforementioned bands or make any money through this.
Comment: This idea hit me in the middle of the night while I was raging mad at some noisy people, so much that I wanted to kill them. Instead, I sat down and began writing this. This doesn’t really have anything to do with the hot white rage that filled me before, but I kinda like the direction this is heading. lol.
This fic is back after a long time of no updates and I apologise for that! Also, this chapter isn't exactly long... :( But I'm finally sure how to continue this and will hopefully finish this fic in due course! :D
Somewhere in the back of the Suginami police station Detective Sergeant Amano Tora was shuffling his feet in an impatient manner, just outside the huge double swing-door to the CSI department. He had been on the phone for the better part of the day, finding himself extremely busy since his colleague Hiko got suspended three days earlier, and now he was wasting precious time waiting. In his right hand he was carrying the file on the case, since he was about to talk to his Chief Inspector about his newest findings - just that until now he didn't have many new findings.
When the door of the CSI department finally opened and the person he’d wanted to talk to, Shiroyama Aoi, walked out, he inhaled deeply. “Did you call her yet?” Tora wanted to know without even greeting the photographer.
“Who? About what?” Aoi asked back, strapping his camera bag over his shoulder before he motioned for Tora to follow him down the hall.
“Hiko. Did you call her and tell her the news?”
“I did, a few minutes ago, though I didn’t want to. Usually I wouldn’t tell anyone who’s not on the case anything about an ongoing investigation, you know that, but since it’s Hiko and since she’s been involved with the whole case for such a long time… I felt like she deserved to get to know what's going on, and not just through the news on TV or something.” the raven haired Aoi continued to blabber away, not quite noticing how much it unnerved his dialogue partner Tora.
Tora, on the other hand, felt his insides turn as his brain registered the information given by the photographer. “So there’s definite proof the pictures that were found at the crime scenes are fake? Solid proof?”
“Yes, the number and the depth of the pixels tell me they’re faked or at least manipulated, I can't tell exactly as I don't have the digital versions of those photos we found at the crime scenes. But this is evidence that will most likely stand in court and it will exonerate Takashima right now, and nothing’s going to change that fact…” Aoi’s voice trailed off as he saw how Tora nervously fumbled his mobile phone from his jacket’s pocket. “What?” But the tall Detective waved Aoi off, dialling a number and hurrying down the hallway without another word. “Right, don’t say thank you! You’re welcome!”
After being trapped in his apartment for gruelling five days, Uruha couldn’t quite grasp what his lawyer told him. “An Officer’s going to visit you and un-cuff you from the shackle in an hour or so. There’s evidence that exonerates you a great deal and Detective Kobayashi is no longer working on this case after intruding at your apartment the other day. She was suspended immediately after you called, or at least that's what Hayashi-san, the Chief Inspector, told me.”
“Really? That means I’m off the hook, so to say?” Uruha wanted to know, using a pen to ease the itching of his skin beneath the shackle. “There'll be no lawsuit? That sounds great!”
“You're off the hook for now, yes.”
“Well, I won't be getting on their hook ever again, alright? I mean, where do they get off to suspect me of murder, just like that...!? Isn't it obvious that I didn't do anything?”
Kai couldn't help it, he had to chuckle a bit at that, until a thought crossed his mind. “But you do notice that? That Detective Kobayashi is off the case and suddenly, you’re a free man again?” Kai returned the question and skimmed through the file on the case on his desk; the file was getting bigger and heavier each day and he still received letters about it every day, although his client was no longer a prime suspect. “Personally, I find it really weird that the investigation turns out to your favour now that she has her hands out of it…”
“Do you mean to say she was meddling with evidence or what?” Uruha asked, feeling his left eye twitch.
“No, I just find it to be weird.”
“Yeah, but… Like I told you, when she came over the other day and showed me those photos, I couldn’t help but think that she’s also convinced of my innocence... But what do I care, right? I’ll be free from this damn shackle soon, so I couldn’t be any happier! Okay, I would be even happier if they completely dropped their charges against me, but right now I'm not complaining...”
“I hope so. You know that I usually deal with business matters and fraud, not with murder cases, so I’ll be even happier once this is over…” the lawyer mumbled as if to himself. “Just make sure you don’t do anything outrageous just because you can. Stay inside or at least make sure to have an alibi, in case something’s going to happen…”
“Yeah, like hell I will stay here once I have this shackle removed! I’ll go out and have a drink!” Uruha said to himself and had to laugh. “I thought I'd lost it, that I was going insane, that's what this house detention did to me. I need to get out now...”
“Whatever as long as you're careful, dude.”
It wasn't before 5 pm that he was finally cut loose though and the first thing he did then was taking a bath, scrubbing his ankle way longer than necessary because the itching just wouldn't stop, his skin was all red and irritated from the plastic shackle rubbing against it for days.
After he was finished with his bath he took his time to neatly shave his face and pick out some nice clothes and finally left his apartment at around 8.30 pm, heading straight for a bar in his home district, Itabashi.
It took him quite some time to get there as he was relishing in the fact to be able to walk down the footpath as a free man again. Five days of house arrest might not appear to be that long, but for Uruha it had appeared like a lifetime, even more so because he was a really outdoors-y type.
And as he was seated at the counter, with a glass of beer and two empty shot glasses lined up in front of him, there was a little bit of a turmoil in the bar - two Yankees were roughing each other up and since Uruha also had his hair dyed blond, the barkeeper eyed him with a suspicious look. “What? I don't belong to them, okay. I'm not looking for trouble... I just want to drink...” he explained and ducked his head. He couldn't help but chuckle though, that his lawyer advised him to stay out of trouble and the first thing that happens at the bar he goes to is some guys beating each other up while he's only a few meters away.
However, after his fifth beer and seventh shot he pulled a wad of Yen notes out of his pocket and paid his tab. It was only shortly past 11 pm and he wanted to move on to someplace new, possibly a club with some music or just go over to a Pachinko parlour to waste time and money - he didn't exactly care.
Then again, as he left the bar he bumped straight into the person he wanted to see the least: Detective Kobayashi. “Oh you got to be kidding me...!” he muttered as he realised who she was, having a creepy feeling that she'd just been waiting for him outside the door, ready to attack and ask questions in her usually obnoxious passive-aggressive ways.
“What are you doing here? Where's your shackle...?” was what she asked instead, maybe feigning not knowing he was there. Uruha was, by this point, way too paranoid to notice the difference.
“That's none of your business anymore, Detective.” He spat out that last word, her job-title, and attempted to walk out the door once more.
Hiko stared at him in disbelief as he just stomped off, then decided to follow him, since she couldn't stand it to be stood up like that. “Just in case you haven't noticed: I don't think you're guilty of anything!” she almost yelled and had to hurry to keep up with his pace and long strides. “I handed in the pictures I told you about!”
That made Uruha stop dead in his tracks. He turned to look at her. “I'm listening...?”
“Well, I had them checked and yours, the ones I retrieved from your hard disk, are the originals, obviously or else you wouldn't be here.”
Uruha already knew that, but it felt comforting to hear it from her again, he even thought about apologising to her as it was thanks to her that he was a free man again. At least for now. “And you're still suspended?” was what he asked her though, a clearly audible tint of irony in his voice. “Although you brought more insight to the whole thing?”
“That is none of your business...” she mumbled and kicked a stone across the street.
“Okay, whatever. Listen, I just want to have a little fun tonight, so if you'd just shuffle off, you'd do me a huge favour...”
“Cut me some slack, it's not like I've been following you around, I just happen to be in this neighbourhood by chance... I needed to get my mind off of this crap as well, my suspension and all that, so I took a walk and...”
The blond felt strangely compromised now - he almost felt sorry for her being suspended although all she had done was her job, just like she was supposed to. He looked back into the direction of the bar, then down the road, in the opposite direction. There was no taxi far and wide, the streets were empty and the night was warm enough to make the alcohol he had already consumed get to his head faster than expected. “How about a beer then?” he finally asked and motioned toward the bar. “I mean, they won't be able to pin something onto me when I'm in the company of the police, right. Suspended or not.”
She frowned at him but nodded nevertheless. “Yeah, why not... Beer is beer...”
Meanwhile in a car that was parked on the curb of the very same street, Hiko's new personal prime suspect, Niikura Kaoru was hammering a telephone number into his mobile phone with shaking hands. He was extremely nervous, almost anxious, and his breathing was more than just a little erratic.
“What?” was the only thing he heard when his call was answered.
“He is not alone anymore... Takashima, he is not alone...!”
“Who's with him?”
“Detective Kobayashi...” he said, almost trembling by now, despite all his attempts at pulling himself together. Yet, he couldn't help it. There were lives on the line. His too.
“Do it nevertheless, but take her with you. This actually comes in handy...”
“Wh... What? No...! You said, only Takashima and then that would be it...!” Kaoru said in a panicky tone and sweat began to ripple down his back. “I can't do this anymore, please... I'll take care of Takashima, but... but Kobayashi... She's not involved in this any longer...”
“This is not a request, Kaoru! Do it, or you'll pay for it...! Kobayashi is a pain in the ass, and if you don't take them here -Takashima and Kobayashi- within the allotted time, I'll come and get you!” And with that, the call was disconnected. The dial tone in his ear was almost deafening until he flung the phone onto the passenger seat.
“Shit! Fucking shit!” he said angrily, hitting the steering wheel, but opened the glove compartment nevertheless, taking out a small, semi-automatic handgun -like it was used by the police- and slipped it under his belt before emerging from the car and heading for the bar. “Just one more time...” he told himself, “and it will finally be over...”
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a/n: Cliffhangering much? Stay tuned to find out if I let Kaoru kill Uruha or Hiko or both. Gahahahaha. xD
Happy New Year! :D
Author: fffriction1984
Chapters: 8/??
Genre: AU, crime, suspense, het, general, action (in bits, I guess)
Warnings: violence in parts, I’m toying with a lot of clichés here, characters acting OOC, English is not my mother tongue
Rating: NC17 to be safe
Pairings: none
Characters: the usual suspects I’d say; Danger Gang, Gazette, Alice Nine, Screw, Dir en grey, more to come
Disclaimer: I only own the idea but I am in no way affiliated with the aforementioned bands or make any money through this.
Comment: This idea hit me in the middle of the night while I was raging mad at some noisy people, so much that I wanted to kill them. Instead, I sat down and began writing this. This doesn’t really have anything to do with the hot white rage that filled me before, but I kinda like the direction this is heading. lol.
This fic is back after a long time of no updates and I apologise for that! Also, this chapter isn't exactly long... :( But I'm finally sure how to continue this and will hopefully finish this fic in due course! :D
Somewhere in the back of the Suginami police station Detective Sergeant Amano Tora was shuffling his feet in an impatient manner, just outside the huge double swing-door to the CSI department. He had been on the phone for the better part of the day, finding himself extremely busy since his colleague Hiko got suspended three days earlier, and now he was wasting precious time waiting. In his right hand he was carrying the file on the case, since he was about to talk to his Chief Inspector about his newest findings - just that until now he didn't have many new findings.
When the door of the CSI department finally opened and the person he’d wanted to talk to, Shiroyama Aoi, walked out, he inhaled deeply. “Did you call her yet?” Tora wanted to know without even greeting the photographer.
“Who? About what?” Aoi asked back, strapping his camera bag over his shoulder before he motioned for Tora to follow him down the hall.
“Hiko. Did you call her and tell her the news?”
“I did, a few minutes ago, though I didn’t want to. Usually I wouldn’t tell anyone who’s not on the case anything about an ongoing investigation, you know that, but since it’s Hiko and since she’s been involved with the whole case for such a long time… I felt like she deserved to get to know what's going on, and not just through the news on TV or something.” the raven haired Aoi continued to blabber away, not quite noticing how much it unnerved his dialogue partner Tora.
Tora, on the other hand, felt his insides turn as his brain registered the information given by the photographer. “So there’s definite proof the pictures that were found at the crime scenes are fake? Solid proof?”
“Yes, the number and the depth of the pixels tell me they’re faked or at least manipulated, I can't tell exactly as I don't have the digital versions of those photos we found at the crime scenes. But this is evidence that will most likely stand in court and it will exonerate Takashima right now, and nothing’s going to change that fact…” Aoi’s voice trailed off as he saw how Tora nervously fumbled his mobile phone from his jacket’s pocket. “What?” But the tall Detective waved Aoi off, dialling a number and hurrying down the hallway without another word. “Right, don’t say thank you! You’re welcome!”
After being trapped in his apartment for gruelling five days, Uruha couldn’t quite grasp what his lawyer told him. “An Officer’s going to visit you and un-cuff you from the shackle in an hour or so. There’s evidence that exonerates you a great deal and Detective Kobayashi is no longer working on this case after intruding at your apartment the other day. She was suspended immediately after you called, or at least that's what Hayashi-san, the Chief Inspector, told me.”
“Really? That means I’m off the hook, so to say?” Uruha wanted to know, using a pen to ease the itching of his skin beneath the shackle. “There'll be no lawsuit? That sounds great!”
“You're off the hook for now, yes.”
“Well, I won't be getting on their hook ever again, alright? I mean, where do they get off to suspect me of murder, just like that...!? Isn't it obvious that I didn't do anything?”
Kai couldn't help it, he had to chuckle a bit at that, until a thought crossed his mind. “But you do notice that? That Detective Kobayashi is off the case and suddenly, you’re a free man again?” Kai returned the question and skimmed through the file on the case on his desk; the file was getting bigger and heavier each day and he still received letters about it every day, although his client was no longer a prime suspect. “Personally, I find it really weird that the investigation turns out to your favour now that she has her hands out of it…”
“Do you mean to say she was meddling with evidence or what?” Uruha asked, feeling his left eye twitch.
“No, I just find it to be weird.”
“Yeah, but… Like I told you, when she came over the other day and showed me those photos, I couldn’t help but think that she’s also convinced of my innocence... But what do I care, right? I’ll be free from this damn shackle soon, so I couldn’t be any happier! Okay, I would be even happier if they completely dropped their charges against me, but right now I'm not complaining...”
“I hope so. You know that I usually deal with business matters and fraud, not with murder cases, so I’ll be even happier once this is over…” the lawyer mumbled as if to himself. “Just make sure you don’t do anything outrageous just because you can. Stay inside or at least make sure to have an alibi, in case something’s going to happen…”
“Yeah, like hell I will stay here once I have this shackle removed! I’ll go out and have a drink!” Uruha said to himself and had to laugh. “I thought I'd lost it, that I was going insane, that's what this house detention did to me. I need to get out now...”
“Whatever as long as you're careful, dude.”
It wasn't before 5 pm that he was finally cut loose though and the first thing he did then was taking a bath, scrubbing his ankle way longer than necessary because the itching just wouldn't stop, his skin was all red and irritated from the plastic shackle rubbing against it for days.
After he was finished with his bath he took his time to neatly shave his face and pick out some nice clothes and finally left his apartment at around 8.30 pm, heading straight for a bar in his home district, Itabashi.
It took him quite some time to get there as he was relishing in the fact to be able to walk down the footpath as a free man again. Five days of house arrest might not appear to be that long, but for Uruha it had appeared like a lifetime, even more so because he was a really outdoors-y type.
And as he was seated at the counter, with a glass of beer and two empty shot glasses lined up in front of him, there was a little bit of a turmoil in the bar - two Yankees were roughing each other up and since Uruha also had his hair dyed blond, the barkeeper eyed him with a suspicious look. “What? I don't belong to them, okay. I'm not looking for trouble... I just want to drink...” he explained and ducked his head. He couldn't help but chuckle though, that his lawyer advised him to stay out of trouble and the first thing that happens at the bar he goes to is some guys beating each other up while he's only a few meters away.
However, after his fifth beer and seventh shot he pulled a wad of Yen notes out of his pocket and paid his tab. It was only shortly past 11 pm and he wanted to move on to someplace new, possibly a club with some music or just go over to a Pachinko parlour to waste time and money - he didn't exactly care.
Then again, as he left the bar he bumped straight into the person he wanted to see the least: Detective Kobayashi. “Oh you got to be kidding me...!” he muttered as he realised who she was, having a creepy feeling that she'd just been waiting for him outside the door, ready to attack and ask questions in her usually obnoxious passive-aggressive ways.
“What are you doing here? Where's your shackle...?” was what she asked instead, maybe feigning not knowing he was there. Uruha was, by this point, way too paranoid to notice the difference.
“That's none of your business anymore, Detective.” He spat out that last word, her job-title, and attempted to walk out the door once more.
Hiko stared at him in disbelief as he just stomped off, then decided to follow him, since she couldn't stand it to be stood up like that. “Just in case you haven't noticed: I don't think you're guilty of anything!” she almost yelled and had to hurry to keep up with his pace and long strides. “I handed in the pictures I told you about!”
That made Uruha stop dead in his tracks. He turned to look at her. “I'm listening...?”
“Well, I had them checked and yours, the ones I retrieved from your hard disk, are the originals, obviously or else you wouldn't be here.”
Uruha already knew that, but it felt comforting to hear it from her again, he even thought about apologising to her as it was thanks to her that he was a free man again. At least for now. “And you're still suspended?” was what he asked her though, a clearly audible tint of irony in his voice. “Although you brought more insight to the whole thing?”
“That is none of your business...” she mumbled and kicked a stone across the street.
“Okay, whatever. Listen, I just want to have a little fun tonight, so if you'd just shuffle off, you'd do me a huge favour...”
“Cut me some slack, it's not like I've been following you around, I just happen to be in this neighbourhood by chance... I needed to get my mind off of this crap as well, my suspension and all that, so I took a walk and...”
The blond felt strangely compromised now - he almost felt sorry for her being suspended although all she had done was her job, just like she was supposed to. He looked back into the direction of the bar, then down the road, in the opposite direction. There was no taxi far and wide, the streets were empty and the night was warm enough to make the alcohol he had already consumed get to his head faster than expected. “How about a beer then?” he finally asked and motioned toward the bar. “I mean, they won't be able to pin something onto me when I'm in the company of the police, right. Suspended or not.”
She frowned at him but nodded nevertheless. “Yeah, why not... Beer is beer...”
Meanwhile in a car that was parked on the curb of the very same street, Hiko's new personal prime suspect, Niikura Kaoru was hammering a telephone number into his mobile phone with shaking hands. He was extremely nervous, almost anxious, and his breathing was more than just a little erratic.
“What?” was the only thing he heard when his call was answered.
“He is not alone anymore... Takashima, he is not alone...!”
“Who's with him?”
“Detective Kobayashi...” he said, almost trembling by now, despite all his attempts at pulling himself together. Yet, he couldn't help it. There were lives on the line. His too.
“Do it nevertheless, but take her with you. This actually comes in handy...”
“Wh... What? No...! You said, only Takashima and then that would be it...!” Kaoru said in a panicky tone and sweat began to ripple down his back. “I can't do this anymore, please... I'll take care of Takashima, but... but Kobayashi... She's not involved in this any longer...”
“This is not a request, Kaoru! Do it, or you'll pay for it...! Kobayashi is a pain in the ass, and if you don't take them here -Takashima and Kobayashi- within the allotted time, I'll come and get you!” And with that, the call was disconnected. The dial tone in his ear was almost deafening until he flung the phone onto the passenger seat.
“Shit! Fucking shit!” he said angrily, hitting the steering wheel, but opened the glove compartment nevertheless, taking out a small, semi-automatic handgun -like it was used by the police- and slipped it under his belt before emerging from the car and heading for the bar. “Just one more time...” he told himself, “and it will finally be over...”
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a/n: Cliffhangering much? Stay tuned to find out if I let Kaoru kill Uruha or Hiko or both. Gahahahaha. xD
Happy New Year! :D