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Another night. Another crime. The Tokyo Police Department was divided between creating a perimeter, photographing evidence and keeping the media away.
‘What do we got here?’
Asked a man arriving in a police car. Dressed in a formal navy suit, the man had a serious expression, his face had a few wrinkles, which alongside his slightly gray hair, showed his 52 years, 27 of them dealing with crime scenes like this.
‘Three dead. A large locked luggage, three semi automatic pistols.’
Said one of the street police-man, leading the head officer to the scene. The bodies layed on the floor, a small puddle of blood staining both their expensive clothing and the equally expensive pure leather luggage luggage.
‘Did anyone touch the scene?’
Asked the head officer. The street policeman shakes his head:
‘Only standard procedure, Mr. Izumi(和泉), sir.’
Answered the street cop. Izumi stepped closer, trying to dodge the blood on the pavement, so he wouldn’t contaminate the crime scene.
‘Any bullet casings?’
Asked Izumi, noting the bullet holes on the wall behind the bodies. The street cops shook their heads. Following the angle of the bullet holes on the wall behind them, he looked at the floor for some new clues. And he found it:
‘This bush here. Casings, rifle caliber. Their were killed by a third party. Now, for the poor fuckers…’
Squatting down closer to the body of one of the men dead, he put on surgical gloves, and started checking through this one body:
‘No bullet holes on this one… Like he just dropped dead...’
Izumi said, softly.
‘Kira’s doing, sir?’
Asked a policeman.
‘Maybe. It could also be a weak heart, there’s residuals of cocaine in his nose. We’ll know after autopsy.’
Said Izumi. He checked the jacket of the unharmed man, finding a red leather wallet with a golden buckle:
‘Kenji Tatsui… Was arrested last year for murder, but was released when the witnesses were all found dead and the evidence destroyed… An ambush, perhaps…?’
Izumi said, putting the wallet in a zip-lock bag. Izumi checked the pockets of the man, finding a small key:
‘The luggage!’
Said Izumi. One of the guards brought the large bag to Izumi, he put the key on the lock, it slid in with no issue. One turn, the case unlocked.
‘These are…’
Gasped one of the policeman, as the luggage was opened. inside of it, there was about 16 or so weapons, from revolvers to automatic machine guns.
‘I take it the semi autos on the bodies had their serial numbers scrapped off, yes?’
Asked Izumi. The policemen all nodded:
‘Well, these weren’t. Check these serials, I want the results as well as the autopsy in my desk tomorrow. Get them in the morgue.’
Said Izumi, heading into his car, the guards behind them saluting as he leaves.
At the suburbs of the city, there was a house. A rather fancy house. Nothing close to a mansion, but definitely not something the every man could afford. This house stayed quiet through most of the day, as well as a good portion of the early evening, until around 10:30 pm, when a woman arrived. A tall woman, her hair, black as the night sky, was tied in a bun, her face was pale and very beautiful, yet sharp with very focused dark brown eyes, showing the rather intense, serious nature she developed throughout her 47 years of life. In her right hand, where a golden ring was wrapped in her ring finder, she held the key for the house. She went to unlock the wooden door, when said door swung open:
‘Good evening.’
Said the man already inside the house. The woman smiled as she saw Izumi:
‘You’re home early, Sasuke(サスケ).’
Said Mrs. Izumi, hugging and kissing her husband.
‘Had to check a murder scene, after that the chief gave me some slack. And you, Konata(こなた)? Anything of note from the court?’
Asked Sasuke, as Konata untied her long black hair:
‘The usual, creep’s trying to pledge insanity to get away, the defense keeps shrieking at my ear to declare mistrail on the grounds of “clear bias of the DA”…’
Konata said frustrated, sitting beside Sasuke on the big couch, as he turned on the TV.
‘And what “Tokyo’s most controversial judge” is gonna do about this?’
Asked Sasuke sarcastically. Konata shook her head and chuckled:
‘The bitch’s already fucked. All the evidence proves she tried to rape that poor boy! This is her last attempt to escape justice. I’ll get the psychology test Thursday, and then she gets the noose.’
She said. Sasuke simply nodded, reaching for the phone, checking the call history.
‘He didn’t call.’
Guessed Konata, her face falling. Sasuke sighed, knowing where that discussion would end:
‘Nope. We should go see him tomorr…’
Said Sasuke when Konata cut him off:
‘Ryo(良) can come see his mother at his home! I’m not going to whatever shithole he ran into to escape growing up!’
Konata she, sternly. Sasuke groaned, reaching for his face:
‘He’s seeking his dreams! Yeah, I don’t like him playing in bars and strip clubs either, but he’s passionate about this!’
‘He’s wasting his time in something that will not last. Intelligent as he is, he already repeated a grade, and with him skipping class every week, Ryo’s gonna repeat again! And for what? To sing songs about fucking underage groupie, inject heroine in your eyeballs, and other rock-star bullshit?!’
Said Konata, her eyes sharp with anger and frustration.
‘I’ve been to one of his band’s shows, he doesn’t sing about that! Unless he’s singing a cover.’
Said Sasuke.
‘I don’t give a fuck!’
Snapped Konata.
‘That’s the mentality that made him leave in the first place! What the fuck can we do? What we wanted for him it’s not something he wants!’
Said Sasuke, shrugging. Konata was unbending:
‘Why wouldn’t he want to study law? If he dropped this singer guitarist bullshit, focused in his studies, he could make into To-oh! A few years, a good curriculum, and he could be the next Head Judge after I retire, or the commissioner.’
‘I know all his potential, I know he’s squandering it, but is his choice! As his parents, we must accept them, even if we don’t agree!’
Said Sasuke, holding his wife hands. She shook her head:
‘As his parent, we must put him the right path. What Ryo wants is not guaranteed...’
Konata reached into her hair, pulling out one single gray strain:
‘...We’re not getting younger, Sasuke. I just want to make sure my boy is gonna have a good career, a good life.’
‘You two are just alike. Your minds get fixated in something, there’s nothing that can change it. At least I can’t!’
Sasuke sighed, kissing Konata.
‘Tsukasa Matsuyama is dead.’
The voice in the TV cut the silence. The Izumi’s hurdled to the TV, Sasuke turning on the volume:
‘Arrested 3 weeks ago under the suspicion of attempted sexual assault against 7 year old Josuke Yamazaki, Tsukasa Matsuyama was facing trial, with her defense’s pledge of insanity been evaluated under the order of Head Judge Konata Izumi. Matsuyama was found dead at her cell 3 hours after the end of session. The autopsy confirmed the cause of death to be a heart attack. Could Ms. Matsuyama be another victim of Kira?’
‘Fucking Kira! We had her!’
Konata scorned, smacking the coffee table in frustration.
‘She’s the seventh case you loose because of Kira, right?’
Asked Sasuke, seeing Konata clear anger at the situation:
‘fifth.’
To Konata, Kira’s victims were escaping the true justice of law and order. A mercy she would not stand for.
‘Same for me. The crime scene I checked on, one of the guys seem to have simply dropped dead. He was caring a case full of guns, my guess is Yakuza business.’
Said Sasuke. Konata groaned:
‘Ah, it’s shit atop of shit! Ryo throwing his future in the garbage, the mob drowning Tokyo in blood and coke, Kira pretending he’s the law! I need a very hot bath…’
Konata said, heading to the second floor of their home. The hot steam moistening the air, the hot water of the tub. All easing Konata of the stress of the day.
‘Feeling better?’
Asked Sasuke, entering the bathroom.
‘Calmer…’
Answered Konata, as Sasuke took off his clothes. Sasuke checked the tub:
‘You may it too hot again.’
‘It’s not my fault you’re so whiny about hot water.’
Said Konata, sarcastically.
‘Excuse me if my skin is sensitive! And it is your fault for making me want to jump in with you.’
Sasuke answered. Kneeling beside his wife, they kissed.
‘No need… Wouldn’t want to damage your very sensitive skin…’
Said Konata, leaving the tub. The kissing soon became caressing, caressing soon became love making, and soon they layed in bed, the warmth of each other’s body heating the bed.
‘When you see Ryo tomorrow, tell him I miss him so much…’
Said Konata, hugging her husband.
‘So does he…’
Sasuke said, stroking Konata’s long black hair.
‘At least we both have you to keep us together…’
Said Konata.
‘Till the final moment of my life.’
A single kiss, a single hug, and the Izumi family was peacefully at sleep. Except one.