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Superman and Fairies - The Bottom Line	By : lostintheheartland Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3413 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Jounouchi zipped his bio-hazard suit and automatically sealed the zipper. Donning his hood and lowering his face shield, he stepped from the back of the van and onto the street. As expected two uniformed police officers met him. "Hey Officers," He greeted politely. "They about ready?"

"Couple of newbies in there. Probably miss more than they get. Think it's all television program stuff. Get the hair and fibers, forget the missing body parts." The veteran cop sounded more resigned than disgusted. He knew they would learn all too soon.

Jou's attention sharpened. "You got missing pieces?"

"Finger and half an ear."

"Fuck. Any animals around? Am I going to have to look out for dog or cat crap?"

"No sign of scavenging. Given the condition of the bodies, they were probably ripped or cut off during the attack."

"Oh hell, that bad?"

"Seen worse, but not by much. You should probably call in some help. It's a big, bloody, stinking mess in there. Worse part of it is it took a while for one of them to die. Slowly bled to death. If he'd gotten out he might have lived, but instead he stayed with the other guy and died."

Jou swallowed down the lump in his throat. "Sucks."

"Yeah, this kind of thing really gets to you. No reason for this except hate."

The blond froze. "One of those?"

The cop nodded. "You always seem to pull them. Look you really should get some help with this. You're looking paler than that suit you're wearing."

"I'll see how it looks and let you know." Jou glanced up toward the familiar figure just joining his group. "They called you in Dad?" He greeted respectfully. No way was he calling Detective Honda Ito by anything other than the 'Dad' he'd been using for years. It was a measure of his love, gratitude and respect.

"Yeah, ties to some cases I've got going on." The veteran cop didn't mention that one was a high profile assault and battery with hate crime overtones. There were too many listening ears. Later he'd talk to his son about the bigoted cop he'd taken the cases from. "I'll go in with you. I need to see the scene, get a feel for the flow and the layout of... what happened."

Jou slipped on his hepa-mask and ducked under the crime-scene tape. Drawing as deep a breath as the mask would allow, he stepped back into the world of violence. Jou would never call himself psychic or anything, but walking into these scenes, he could feel and see what happened, as if it were imprinted on the very air. In his mind's eyes, he saw the desperate struggle, evidenced by the broken crates and shattered debris. Smears of blood paid tribute to the blows he could almost hear. The huge puddle of black-rust-blood echoed the coldness and almost heartbreaking feelings of loss. Death had come here and stolen away the life.

Under the sadness, hovering just under the pain and loss floating in the air there was something else, something Jounouchi had only experienced a very few times before. It was a feeling of... purpose. One who died had done something... something with meaning. It was as if that meaning was tugging at him. With eyes sharp with knowledge and experience, he assessed the scene again. A smear of blood outside the range of all the others, but not outside the reach of a dying man who was wrapped around his dead partner, marked the wall. "Dad..."

Detective Honda looked at his son, followed his gaze. "Ya see it, don't ya Dad?"

He did now. "Yes. The dying man hid something."

"Look at th' floor. Th' board is loose."

"I see it." Calling out to the green techs sharply, the detective demanded gloves and an evidence bag.

The techs both froze then the younger one stood from where he was swabbing a blood stain and hurriedly brought him what he asked for. "Stay here." He glanced at the other tech. "You - get over here now. I'm going to show you what you missed."

"M.. Yes sir." The young, barely-out-of-college tech stammered as he practically ran to the detective.

"Look at the position of the bodies and the blood smears and spatter." He gestured to the outlines. "It's concentrated over here on this side of the room. Look over there to the left. Do you see anything?"

"Uhm... no?"

"Look along the floor, near the baseboard."

The tech had an epiphany. "Blood! It's a smear. And it's so far from the bodies it probably isn't a victim."

"Yeah, it's a victim... the one who they left to die. Look at the floor. What do you see... the floor not the blood." Training rookies was a pain, but if he just gave them the answers they would never learn to look for themselves.

"Floo... Oh! It's... I'll get a crowbar. It's been lifted and..."

"And you won't need a crowbar. If a dying man can lift the board I'm sure we can. Now, lets see what our hero thought was so important that he died protecting it."

"Hero? What..."

Detective Honda didn't bother to respond, just knelt by the board and carefully began to delicately lift it out of place.

Jounouchi didn't ignore the question, instead he chose to answer. "Yeah hero. Think about it. Th' guy obviously was hurt, dying, and instead of trying to get help he hid something for us, some clue. And he didn't leave his friend. He stayed with his dead friend and let death take him, trying to protect not only his friend even in death, but protect what he'd hidden." Jou took a deep breath as he saw what his father pulled out of the small opening. "And if that's what it looks like, he's protected other people from the same fate. Definitely a hero."

"That's... a condom... and it looks full of something... and it's bloody. It's..."

"An unbreakable tie to the killer." Detective Honda carefully sealed the evidence and initialed it. "I'll take chain of custody on this and personally deliver it to the lab. No way I'm letting you green techs ruin our -so far - only potentially incontrovertible evidence against the animals that did this."

"Dad, you want me to sit outside for a while? I think you should call in some... other techs. This scene..."

"Please. They should never have been allowed here. You two go wait outside; I'll call in more experienced people. You two can work with them if they allow it." Opening his phone, he called his boss. The possibility that one of the victims had left more clues to his attacker was high and they needed the best eyes in the business.

Knowing he was in for a long night, Jou leaned on the bumper of the company van and watched as two new vehicles pulled up and several techs filed out. Jou recognized most of them. With a sigh of relief, he sent out a small thought of thanks into the roiling air around him. Now they would find it all... now they would hear what the other was telling them from beyond the grave.

Detective Honda Ito was furious. He acted cool, scrupulously polite, and completely focused on the scene because he owed his victims: the poor men who had been beaten and broken until they barely resembled men at all. He would give them every ounce of his attention and skill. That duty was the only thing that kept him from blowing a fuse. When he got back to the squad he would make sure that his feelings, and the causes for them, were made in the venue that would do the most good - his captain's desk.

Almost three decades of experience of working the streets gave him the skill necessary to see what had happened to the victims in this room. The pain, the degradation, and the final release of death. He didn't doubt that to the victims it was a release.

They were so badly broken. According to the examiner, the one to die first had died from being strangled to death with his own hair. The one who could have lived had bled to death. He had massive internal trauma not only from being beaten, but sodomized with something large enough to rip the man's body open, tearing a major vessel, but only slightly. There had been room to live. Ito believed the man chose death. He hadn't had the chance to investigate them yet. He had their names and knew how they died, but had no idea of who they were past that.

He would know them as intimately as he could. The dead had no privacy. But he knew almost exactly what he'd find. They were lovers and friends. The young one, not much older than his own sons, was probably a student. The older was a salary-man or perhaps an entrepreneur. And they had died needlessly.

That is what sparked his rage. This was needless, not just from the perspective of human cruelty to other humans, but because this wasn't the first incident. First killing, yes, but attacks like this had been going on for at least two years. He'd only learned of it when he'd gotten to the station after working a late stakeout and heard Detective Koga bitching about having to go to the murder scene. He'd whined that he would have to burn his clothes because they had gotten 'fag blood' on them. That made the fourth time the other cop had complained about that particular issue in the last few months. Ito finally stepped into the conversation, "Something going on in the gay community?"

The other detective had snorted derisively. "Just another couple of fags having an adventure that went wrong."

That struck a chord in Ito, echoing in his cop's mind. He'd heard that more than he'd heard about fag blood. "How wrong?"

"The fags ended up dead this time."

"This time..." Ito paled slightly and his lips firmed as the echoing in his mind grew louder. "Tell me how many times have you been called out?"

"Maybe a dozen. Always the same: some fag or fags whine that they got picked up at a bar and their playmates got too rough. Jewelry stolen, got knocked around some. Always crying rape. That's when I tell them that butt fuckin' ain't real sex and the worst they got is assault and battery. Wouldn't waste my time investigating if there wasn't some rich fag involved. They get what they deserve. They look for trouble and they find it. The rest is a waste of time."

Knowledge roared through Ito, filling him with certainty even as his rational mind protested. This couldn't be happening. No way could a trained detective miss something like this, something so vile and wrong. "Same... Detective Koga get me your files on every one of your 'misadventure' cases and meet me in the Captain's office - now."

"You don't order me." Koga stood up, his posture already threatening. They had never gotten along as more than polite colleagues even though they were of the same age. Ito had never cared for the man, thinking he was more of a bully than a cop. He didn't know or care what Koga thought of him. He ignored the attitude for the moment. He had bigger fish to fry.

"Your files, the Captain's office in five minutes or I'll come looking for them - and you." Honda spun on his heel and stalked off to see his boss. It had taken him less than five minutes to explain his concerns about not only Koga, but the fact that they may have an escalating gay hate group or killer on the loose. The captain called down and ordered Koga to his office - with requested files.

They were both waiting when Koga rapped on the door. Ito let him in with a slight widening of his eyes as he saw the stack of folders. It wasn't a dozen or even close. More like three dozen and, with the exception of one folder placed conspicuously on the top, all were thin with no discernible papers in them.

"I haven't completed the paper work on the latest," Koga snapped coldly. "Where do you want these?"

"Set them down on the corner of my desk. Honda and I are going to look through them for any kind of escalating pattern." The captain winced at the pile. "Stay so we can ask you questions about each case."

Ito set the largest file aside and opened the first. Inside was a formal complaint form which contained observations by the officer, and stapled to the back of the complaint form was a written statement. The complaint form was stamped closed. He wasn't looking for closed cases, but open cases. Setting the first on an open part of the desk, he picked up another. "This is the closed pile. Captain we're looking for open..." He set that file aside as well. He'd gone through six and added them all to the 'closed' pile. The captain was looking at his fourth. His were all on the closed pile as well.

"Did you bring us only closed files?" Honda asked the other detective quietly.

"Hell, except for the one on top, they are all closed. No real crime committed except for some jewelry taken, and since that isn't my department I moved them on to petty theft or robbery."

"Petty... Robbery..." Honda was aghast. "You... I... you...." He couldn't get the words out. "Captain!"

The older man held up his hands in a calming gesture. "Their names are here at least. And all of them signed their statements. Detective Koga, you are dismissed. Tomorrow you will report to Human Resources for sensitivity training. After that you will be sent to traffic control. You need a refresher on the basics."

Koga didn't take that lying down. He jumped to his feet. "No fucking way! Just because a few fags got roughed up when they played their sick games and decided to whine about it like the bitches they are? Who the hell cares?"

The Captain, in a rare show of anger, stood abruptly and pointed to the gold embossed Ho-ou on the wall. "The Phoenix flies for justice for everyone, not just people you deem worthy." Taking a steadying breath, he ordered, "Get out. Go to your desk and get all information and evidence you have - no matter how worthless or insignificant you feel it to be - and turn it over to Detective Honda. You have three hours. Then you will report back to me."

"My shift is over. I'm going home now, not in three hours. Detective Honda can wait," The defiant man dared to counter.

"If you do not have this done in three hours, do not return here." It was harsh, but much less than the man deserved. The door reverberated loudly with the force of the departing man's slam.

"You will take care of this... of them." It wasn't a question. Honda Ito rode on the wings of Ho-ou.

"It is my honor, and my shame." Honda bowed low. He should have put it together sooner.

"It is for all of us to carry. Go to the morgue now, greet them properly and assure them we will do our best. Their ID's were found on site and they have been identified by the pictures. I've already dispatched people to notify next of kin. I'll search through these for a common thread that binds them all together."

The call of "Detective! Over here." brought Ito back to the present and the grisly scene. "Yeah, what did you find?"

"The missing finger. Sir it was stuck into the edge of this crate. See there is a corner missing. It's... It's coated in..."

"It looks like stomach contents."

"They made him eat his own finger?"

"Probably not. It's probably vomit...and whatever was in his stomach..."

"Oh hell... DNA... Got it." The tech bagged the finger.

With eyes jaded by seeing too much, the experienced techs went over every inch of the scene. Things the rookies never considered were treated like rarest gold. And when the missing half an ear was found, wedged between two boards on the wall, Honda wasn't surprised to find there was a single stud earring still in it. "Matching earrings, I'll bet. When they ripped out the others they missed this one. It's a diamond. I'll bet the killers have the other. It's a modern cut so it will have a chip on it. We find the diamond and we'll have more solid evidence against them." He was a long way from happy, but a small part of him cheered. The dying man had done what he could to set things right. Now it was up to him.

"Keep it up. I'll tell the cleaner to come back in the morning." The detective stepped out of the warehouse and tried to clear the smell of blood and death from his lungs. He knew it was futile, that it would be days or even weeks before he'd stop smelling it at odd times. But a breath of fresh air kept it from being overwhelming.

Jounouchi greeted him with a somber look. "Found anything else?"

"Yeah, our hero- his name was Takaya Hiro - was determined to leave us as many clues as possible.

"Takaya Hiro... I know a guy by that name. Goes to school with me. Never hung out because he..." Jou hesitated a second. "He hung with Kaiba's crowd. His boyfriend is Morimoto It.. uh.. Ah I can't remember."

"Morimoto Itsumi."

"Ah yeah, that's it. He has blue-striped hair and wears like six earrings in one ear and seven in the other. Takaya and him had a matching diamond set. They showed it to everyone when they bought it. Called them their wedding rings." Jou faltered. "You... how did you..." Realization fought horror. "Oh no... both of them..." Eschewing professionalism, Jounouchi bolted for the bushes, his fantastic dinner leaving with a lot more speed than it went in .

Honda patted his son's back soothingly. "It's okay. Calm down and take deep breaths. It's hard to be around this kind of stuff, but when you knew them... Just calm down."

Jou continued to heave until he was empty then heaved some more. It was only when his sides were screaming in agony that the violent retching ended. Tears streaming down his face, he looked up at the man who raised him. "Dad... ya don't understand..."

"What's to understand... you knew them so of course you're upset."

"Nah." The blond's mouth worked convulsively for a moment. "When they showed us th' earrings and said they were wedding rings, I said..." He heaved again, then choked out. "Well at least ya don't need a divorce lawyer when ya get tired of fuckin' guys." He shuddered, but continued on. "They... they laughed at me. And Takaya said that they would never need a divorce lawyer... because only death would separate them... and then only by a few minutes. That was... that was only a couple weeks ago." Jou broke down entirely, sobbing as if his heart was breaking in two.

Honda's mind sharpened. It was too much of a coincidence... Morimoto was deliberately strangled, but Takaya was left alive... could it be...?

"Jounouchi did anyone hear him say that to you? Wait you said us... what us? Who?" Urgently he asked. He was cop enough not to believe in this big of a coincidence.

His son didn't even acknowledge the question, he was too involved in having a breakdown. With a sigh, Ito straightened and called one of the standby officers over. "Use the van and take him home. I'll call his boss and let him know to send someone else." He drew out his ever-present notepad and scribbled the address down. "Go now. Oh and his roommate, my other son, Hiroto should be there too. Tell him... Tell him I'll be around in the morning before his classes. and also, tell him to call his mother. She's really worried." Not without cause it seemed. He would have to call her as well. She was right in her predictions. Again.

After hauling his sobbing, choking, gagging son into the passenger side of the van, Ito straightened his shoulders and turned back to the building. He was going to give Takaya and Morimoto his best and get justice for them. Even if that meant using his sons to get it. With a step firm with purpose and eyes hard with resolve, he went in to do what had to be done. He only paused long enough to call his too-perceptive wife. When it rolled to voicemail, he knew she'd given up and gone to sleep. He left her a message knowing she could get up at any time and check. "You were right, Koibito. Katsuya is having a bad night. You should maybe bring him some of your special soup when you get the chance."

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Catti-dono: Ah you are not part of LD any longer? So you don't know quite what's going on in my life. I write as an outlet for what goes on. Lets just say that if I write dark it's because darkness is in my life.

Dragonlady222: Is he? Or is he and everyone else - something entirely different? *smirks* remember this was an exorcist of dark freakiness. :)
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