Ace of Spades, part 4
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awesomechick15 title: Ace of Spades
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awesomechick15
pairing: Akanishi Jin/Kamenashi Kazuya
rating: R - NC-17
genre: romance, (bad) thriller
disclaimer: I don't own Akanishi Jin, Kamenashi Kazuya or their friends on any way. I only own the police forces in the story and.... well, you know, people you can't recognize.
summary: There is a killing spree aiming on Kamenashi family. After Kazuya gets attacked, police transfers him into a new home with two bodyguards until investigation is over - but things don't go as planned.
warnings: death
a/n: Here comes some information: NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE THE LAST ONE. And my plot is starting to get really weird but hey, I'm having fun. ♥ P.S., yeah, I know they speak of Russia but the language used is Persian. Deal with it. I'll explain... maybe.
The crime scene was still messy. Two women from the laboratories were taking pictures of the weapon, a rifle – and a system of strings that was holding it. There was blood on the bed and the carpet, and someone was taking notes next to them. Nakazawa sighed and turned to face his assistant, rubbing his forehead. This whole thing was starting to get impossible.
“So, tell me again everything we know.”
“Someone had set a trap in here, Kamenashi's room,” the assistant said, reading his files. “Obviously, the killer or someone connected to him. It was a rifle, attached to the closet – door was left slightly open, so the barrel and the bullet could get safely out. The whole system was mostly built with strings. We have no fingerprints and no video footage of this – someone has been messing with our cameras. There was a timer with the rifle, telling it to go off on exact time. The point was, obviously, to kill Kamenashi. Akanishi was with him at that time. No dead victims, but Akanishi's hand was injured. The bullet scratched him.”
“So we have one logical thing to presume,” Nakazawa said slowly. “The killer is in contact with the police. In fact, he might be in this very building right now.”
“Exactly,” the assistant said. “We have a list of suspects, and our men are right now doing a search in the whole building. We are also checking everyone's alibis and interrogations will be started. It's still too early for laboratory to say anything.”
“Who are off from the suspect list? Or is everyone on it?”
“Few cleaners, a guy responsible for the eastern doors – Ito Tadashi, that's his name – and Yamashita Tomohisa, the second bodyguard. He was at another job when this happened and has an alibi. They also already ran interrogations on him.”
“Okay,” Nakazawa sighed. “Okay.”
Meanwhile, Jin was being more annoying than ever – or so Kame thought. They were sitting in the lobby, both were given shirts or at least a robe. Jin was wincing and pressing on his injured arm, even though someone had already given him pain meds. What a baby.
“You are not noticing my pain,” Jin noted, pouting. “So mean. First we were making out, then I get shot and you don't give a damn.”
“It's not like we're even friends,” Kame snorted. “And you know we were making out only because I'm fucking drunk and you took advantage of that.” He was still slightly slurring, but after a police had given him water, everything had been becoming clearer and clearer.
Maybe it was just some drunken deep thinking everyone always did, but Kame couldn't bring himself to understand the whole situation. He didn't even know Jin – he didn't even really like Jin. The other one was too annoying, too lively and too goddamn different for his tastes. They were not fitting. Jin was childish, open and sloppy, always talking and never shutting up, when Kame was cool and controlled, but open for his friends. He was proper and normal, not an image of immorality like Jin. It just didn't fit. Their relationship didn't fit. Actually, they didn't really have one. Only a weird, disturbing connection Kame hated over everything.
“To my memory,” Jin said, his tone colder than before, “it was you who was pushing me on the bed and seducing me. I did nothing wrong.”
“But I was drunk,” Kame said. “You could have said no, we both know you're strong enough to push me away.”
Jin didn't answer, only glared at him with an expression Kame had never seen before and then focusing on his bleeding cut.
Disturbing. Very, very disturbing.
The first thing Koki noticed when he woke up was a burning ache in his neck. The next thing was something much more scarier – he couldn't move.
Koki blinked his eyes open and was suddenly filled with panic. He had no idea where he was – it was probably a basement of a building, or at least that was what it looked like. And someone had tied him. Tied him, into a chair. His first reaction, based on senses and instinct, was to scream. Scream his lungs out, trying to get someone hear, someone to save him. Memories from before started rushing in his mind – dark – like rapids – blood – violently – don't even try to scream.
But now Koki tried. At least for a little while, until he felt something hitting his head painfully. His scream turned into a moan and he turned to look, joints stiff and sore, who was there with him.
It was surprising. Koki could have sworn the person attacking him had been a man – why couldn't he remember that voice anymore? It was alarming. Like something was hiding behind the dusty, forgotten memory. Something very important. But now the person Koki was looking at was probably not someone he could have recognized from before. It was a woman.
She was almost expressionless. Her hair was black and cut short, reaching to her chin. Her eyes didn't have absolutely anything behind them – like she was a machine, a robot of some kind. Trained to do... whatever she had to do (the thought made Koki shiver and his ties dug deeper in his flesh). First the woman didn't say anything, just stared at Koki, but then she started walking around the chair. She stopped in front of him, leaning closer and snorting.
“Look at you, all tied down and helpless. Do you like it that way?”
Why the hell was this chick talking to him like to a kindergartener?
“Get the hell away from me, bitch. Why am I here?!” Koki couldn't help his voice getting louder towards the end of his sentence. It was automatic.
“You'll be safe as long as you answer my questions,” the woman said, starting to smile slowly, her expression looking almost psychopathic. “As long as you answer, darling.”
Koki tried to back down on his chair, when the woman touched his cheek and let her fingers linger on the skin.
“Don't touch me!”
“Nuh-uh, you're not telling me what to do, doll. You're not my boss.”
Koki swallowed hard and clenched his eyes shut. Panic was turning in despair.
Nakazawa was back in the police station soon. He was surprised to suddenly meet a group of enthusiastic colleagues, who were smiling like their head was going to split in two.
“What's all the fuss about?” Nakazawa asked, and someone grabbed his hand and led him to the bigger office, where everyone were gathering around the same computer.
“We have finally a clue,” one of his colleagues explained, smiling. “The CID got a hit with the whole card thing while checking out similar criminal records in history, and this is starting to get really interesting.”
“So no clues from today's scene then?”
“No, but this is fantastic! We finally have a list of real suspects!”
Nakazawa had time to join the group just when the head chief appeared, demanding silence. He got it very soon, and suddenly a bright smile started adorning his features.
“Like you, gentlemen, obviously heard, CID finally got a hit. And now, a big time.”
A moment of respecting silence, when head chief walked to the only open computer and read some files on it.
“In the late 1960's, there was a religious cult in Russia called Belyĭ Tuz Pik – The White Ace of Spades. They believed in two pagan goddesses. The first one was called کارت الهه. The literal meaning was Card Goddess, but she was always mentioned as something resembling Cardess. She was the goddess of playing, swindling and – of course – playing cards, especially the Spade. The second one was actually a pagan goddess ripped out of Christianity, called Saint Lucy. She has an alter ego in the Christian culture with slightly the same history. In Christian version she was a martyr, who turned to God and ripped her eyes out with a fork and offered them on a plate for a arrogant pagan suitor. The Tuz's version is different, because it is said that she was so beautiful and pure that the whole village was after her. God didn't want to give her away, but she fell in love with one of her suitors and lost her virginity and by this her purity. God punished her by taking her fertility away from her. Lucy killed herself and is now the saint of light and beauty. In afterlife, you get to see her – but the people, who have not believed in her or fit the standards of her life, should not deserve to see her. At least, this is Tuz's opinion. That's where the ripping eyes off-pattern was born from, to prevent the victims from seeing Lucy in afterlife.”
Head chief sighed and looked at the screen again.
“The cult believed – we have no idea how – that Cardess and Saint Lucy were connected. Apparently they were like a mother and a child, so when you sacrificed for the other, you had to do it for the other too. Later on came the belief that with filling Cardess's demandings of a certain number of victims with their eyes ripped off for Lucy and Spades left around them, they would get eternal healing and life. Well, Tuz believed in this as a cult and tried to fulfill her wish. They had to kill exactly 7 people and, in exchange, first rape and then murder one virgin. Their eyes had to be offered for Saint Lucy and then the eternity would be granted.”
“So they succeeded?” one of Nakazawa's colleagues asked curiously.
“No. Apparently the criterion for these victims was very strict, connecting with legacies and usually with a main person, who suffered the most. In modern world, probably a replacement for the virgin. We believe that this person is Kamenashi Kazuya, and Kamenashi Kaoru's murder was only one of the seven.”
“What about the cult?”
“They tried to kill by the criterion and pattern, but it took too long and they got caught. Everyone was put in jail in late 1980's. To my knowledge, most of them are still in there or dead. All of them were from Russia and Europe – except one.”
It was silent again before head chief decided his dramatic pause was long enough to continue.
“Horikita Tadashi was Japanese origin, and escaped apparently back to his country when the cult was arrested. Now, we have to take in notice, that the cult believed strongly in fertility for their goddesses, so they had a load of own children. They also tried to brainwash them so that they could continue their handiwork if something went wrong. They used torture methods and severe training, not letting the children face the real world. This is not verified information, but apparently the children were raised in basements.”
Silence. Jin turned around to face Kame, biting on his lip slightly, wondering.
“Are you alright?”
At first Kame didn't answer, only turned to look at him with a confused, almost annoyed expression.
“Since when has it been your right to ask that?”
“I'm just thinking,” Jin said, his voice quiet. “With your friend and brother dying and all.”
This time Kame didn't answer. He didn't want to.
Jin got slowly closer.
“You know, I have a twin.”
Kame glared at him, snorting. “How is that supposed to help me? Your twin is fine and alive, it's not going to bring Tatsuya or Kaoru back. No one.”
“He isn't. He committed a suicide two years ago. Or at least the police says it was a suicide; I still think it was a murder. He wasn't that kind of a person, he was... like my mirror.”
“Maybe you just want to kill yourself off too,” Kame mumbled, not really caring if his words hurt. Jin didn't answer, not directly, just hummed, smiling. That didn't make Kame relax at all, but soon Jin got back on his tracks and started talking again.
“Maybe I do. But all I want to say is that I know what it feels like to lose someone you love. If you want to talk--”
“You know what?” Kame suddenly said, turning to look at Jin properly. This time his expression wasn't confused, annoyed or even sad. It was furious. The man stood up, almost stomping – luckily no one else was in the room, only outside of it.
“I'm tired of you acting like we are friends, like you understand something of my life! We have known each other for few days, and I'm your client! I don't need comfort or friendship or anything from you, so just stay the fuck away! You don't know a single thing about me!”
In a matter or seconds Jin was standing up too, surprisingly close to Kame. The latter had no idea what exactly had made him look so insulted, when the victim of the whole rant was Kame himself.
“You are a withdrawn, moody person! You are obsessing over the amount of control in your life and don't want to show your true self or feelings for anyone strange, because you're afraid they'll actually make you feel human! You never accept any help and you're arrogant, but deep inside you just want someone to tell you it's going to be alright! You couldn't care less about others' feelings as long as the situation is good for you, but immediately when something unpleasant happens, you turn against the whole world like you're the victim! You're a selfish bastard, Kamenashi, that's who you truly are. Happy now?!”
The volume of Jin's voice made Kame flinch, but his words made him only more furious. Before even realizing his actions Kame grabbed the collar of Jin's robe – putting a shirt on him was too difficult with the injury – and pulled him close, hissing almost against his face.
“Don't act like you haven't done anything! You just pretend to be all nice and goody-goody and childish, but truly you're just a stupid slut! You don't give a damn about your work or how you make others feel, as long as you get to intrude their privacy as much as you like! You obviously hide your negative feelings and bitch and moan when someone doesn't do the same way! Are you really that better, huh?! If your twin was anything like you, I'm convinced he did the right thing!”
That made Jin stop and look at Kame differently than before. Few seconds ago he had been only angry and insulted, but now he was feeling both of those things – and, obviously hurt. Kame couldn't bring himself to feel the least pinch of consolation or regret when seeing this; if Jin couldn't play this game, it was his fault only.
“Are you really that low?” Jin suddenly asked, his voice more quiet than before. Kame looked at him like a piece of street trash.
“Not as low as you.”
With that, Kame pressed his hand against Jin's arm (with purpose, probably on the point where his injury was) and loosened his grip on the collar a bit. Then he just pushed hard, and got Jin stumbling against the closest furniture. Kame wasn't as scrawny as he seemed to be.
He was about to turn and march away from the scene, to check if police had already found something. Evidence, anything. Then he heard a quiet moan and some cursing and turned to look from the corner of his eye.
Jin was pressing on his arm, hissing and trying to find courage to look at his injury. It seemed that after Kame's press he had managed to scratch the hand somewhere – with his luck it was completely possible – and now it was open again, bleeding almost as badly as before. Jin tried to find paper someone had left around and pushed his sleeve away easily to see the damage caused.
“Fucking---” he mumbled, grabbing tissues and pressing them on the cut, only to see them getting redder and redder one at a time. Kame bit his lip, glancing at the closed doors and then at Jin.
He was still angry, he really was, and didn't like Jin any more. And he didn't feel guilty either, because that idiot had been way too close with him. But he also knew that Jin certainly was stupid enough to bleed dry, if he was left alone with his hand. Kame could already see before his eyes how the moron believed that pressing a cut left from a bullet with tissues would magically stop the bleeding.
But on the other hand, Kame didn't want to have any more contact with Jin. And, this would go as a great punishment. Only not as a very moral one.
Oh, fuck it. Kame rolled his eyes when he heard Jin moan from pain again and took some quick steps towards him, crouching next to the man.
“Let me see,” he said, voice tiredly patient like with a little child. Jin glared at him, obviously thinking carefully before his decision. Kame had insulted him and pushed him, but he also probably knew more about cuts than him. Was it worth it?
When Jin stretched his hand out for Kame to see, the latter knew he had decided to comply for once. He looked at it and then grabbed it, suddenly pushing Jin gently to the floor.
“Lie down,” Kame said patiently, when Jin looked more or less horrified. “Now, raise your hand. It will lower the pressure in your veins.” The older man was like a little child when he complied without saying a word, looking at Kame with inexplicable expression. Probably scared if the other was plotting on killing him.
“Where's your tourniquet?” Kame asked after looking around, sounding now frustrated.
“I took it off. It was itchy,” Jin pouted and nodded at the table. “Over there. It's a bit bloody though.”
“That's okay,” Kame said and stood up, grabbing the tourniquet. When he came back to stare at Jin, he started chewing his lip, wondering how to deal with the situation.
“Do you know how to put this on?”
“Do I look that practical?”
“I guess that's a 'no' then,” Kame sighed. “Be prepared.”
The next thing Jin knew, his client was sitting on his waist, grabbing his injured arm and putting the tourniquet on again. It made Jin squirm; this kind of thing was uncomfortable, when he knew he wasn't fully armed and ready to fight back with all his might if something happened. Kame was scary when he had his control.
“You do this often?”
“Not really, but I paid attention when first aid groups came to visit our school. Unlike others.”
“Hey, I was a perfectly brilliant student. Would I be here if I wasn't? You can't deny I'm not goof.”
Kame glared at the bodyguard, eyebrows rising. “You haven't done a thing to confirm my safety.”
“You think?” Jin laughed. “I just do it when you don't realize. You know, I check your room, your food, everywhere you go. Every sound I hear not coming from you or me, I'll have to double-check or otherwise I might be screwed. I'm doing everything by the book, just not as moodily as Yamashita. I'm supposed to take even a bullet for you. Like I did.”
Kame stopped to stare at Jin. “You what?”
“You know, it was actually coming for you. But I covered you in time. It's my job, that's what I do. I couldn't stand the thought of someone dying because of me.”
Kame didn't answer to him anymore, just continued his actions.
Soon enough the younger man was ready, and stood up, pulling his company with him. He glared at Jin and ruffled his hair, trying to form a sentence from things he wanted to say.
“Is anything else wrong?”
“Why?”
“You look kind of... weird.”
Jin shrugged (though it was pathetic when his other arm wasn't that good) and refused to look Kame in the eyes.
“My pain medication is starting to wear off, but otherwise I'm good.”
Aw, hell no. Jin wasn't going to get pity from him. Kame simply nodded and turned around, this time really marching away from the room. He just wasn't, for some reason, feeling as angry as he was before.
“So, Horikita Tadashi came back to Japan after Tuz was destroyed,” head chief said, looking at the computer screen. “With his children and a supposed wife, of course. He also brought with his beliefs with him and started to spread them here. He was arrested too later on, and was pressured to give all the names of his contacts in Japan. His wife had died shortly after they came back here, but he had still three children – Yuuta, Akane and Maki. Yuuta and Akane are right now living a proper life, and they've been in interrogations, but... Horikita Maki disappeared five years ago and was never found again. We believe, that she might have tried to continue his father's actions with the cult. She might be responsible for these murders”
“Excuse me, sir,” Masao asked, “I'd like to squeeze one question in the middle.”
“Yes?”
“Wasn't the killer a man? And, why is she forming letters in those cards she's leaving?”
“We can't be sure of anything,” chief said firmly, “we have to remember that Kamenashi was drunk during the first attack. And we don't know yet, Masao-kun – our informations about this cult are not that extended yet. CID suspects that it might be the name of the so-called virgin.”
Head chief turned to face his crew properly after Masao backed down and smiled. “Right here we have a small list of all important contacts Tadashi gave us. I'm going to read them now.”
Head chief turned to look at the screen again, this time speaking as he read.
“Mori Akira, Ito Shin, Higa Yoshio, Nakamura Akio, Ochi Kazuki, Murakami Isamu, Sato Hikeru an--- Oh my God.”
Suddenly head chief sounded shocked, panic forming in his voice.
“Answer me!” the woman screamed for the nth time and slapped Koki, making him wail.
“I told you, I don't know!”
“You're one of Kamenashi's closest friends, there's got to be something you know. Where is he located? Tell me!”
“I don't know, they don't tell me anything!”
“Don't lie!”
Another slap. Koki let out a pained cry, leaning his head forwards, eyes meeting only the floor.
“Just... Just stop it and let me go... I don't know anything, I swear-- They don't tell me...”
Begging. That was the last thing Koki hadn't already done.
The woman stared at him for a while and then snorted.
“Fine. Looks like you're no use after all. Wait a moment, I'll let you go soon...”
She walked to the other side of the basement and crouched down to a box, picking up something. Koki couldn't believe his luck. This woman was obviously insane, so it made sense – she would let him go, thinking that was it. And he would be safe again.
Or not. Koki didn't have the breath in him to even scream, when the woman came back with a gun and a scalpel.
“What is it, chief?” Nakazawa asked, frowning. This didn't promise anything good.
“And Akanishi Kaito.”
“Wait, isn't that--”
“Akanishi Jin the bodyguard of Kamenashi!”
“Exactly,” Nakazawa said slowly. “And if I see correctly... these two are related.”
Like for the fun of ultimate irony, a younger police rushed in, files in his hand and panting.
“We just got new information from the crime scene,” he almost exclaimed. “The gun used belongs to Akanishi Jin!”
author:
awesomechick15 pairing: Akanishi Jin/Kamenashi Kazuya
rating: R - NC-17
genre: romance, (bad) thriller
disclaimer: I don't own Akanishi Jin, Kamenashi Kazuya or their friends on any way. I only own the police forces in the story and.... well, you know, people you can't recognize.
summary: There is a killing spree aiming on Kamenashi family. After Kazuya gets attacked, police transfers him into a new home with two bodyguards until investigation is over - but things don't go as planned.
warnings: death
a/n: Here comes some information: NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE THE LAST ONE. And my plot is starting to get really weird but hey, I'm having fun. ♥ P.S., yeah, I know they speak of Russia but the language used is Persian. Deal with it. I'll explain... maybe.
The crime scene was still messy. Two women from the laboratories were taking pictures of the weapon, a rifle – and a system of strings that was holding it. There was blood on the bed and the carpet, and someone was taking notes next to them. Nakazawa sighed and turned to face his assistant, rubbing his forehead. This whole thing was starting to get impossible.
“So, tell me again everything we know.”
“Someone had set a trap in here, Kamenashi's room,” the assistant said, reading his files. “Obviously, the killer or someone connected to him. It was a rifle, attached to the closet – door was left slightly open, so the barrel and the bullet could get safely out. The whole system was mostly built with strings. We have no fingerprints and no video footage of this – someone has been messing with our cameras. There was a timer with the rifle, telling it to go off on exact time. The point was, obviously, to kill Kamenashi. Akanishi was with him at that time. No dead victims, but Akanishi's hand was injured. The bullet scratched him.”
“So we have one logical thing to presume,” Nakazawa said slowly. “The killer is in contact with the police. In fact, he might be in this very building right now.”
“Exactly,” the assistant said. “We have a list of suspects, and our men are right now doing a search in the whole building. We are also checking everyone's alibis and interrogations will be started. It's still too early for laboratory to say anything.”
“Who are off from the suspect list? Or is everyone on it?”
“Few cleaners, a guy responsible for the eastern doors – Ito Tadashi, that's his name – and Yamashita Tomohisa, the second bodyguard. He was at another job when this happened and has an alibi. They also already ran interrogations on him.”
“Okay,” Nakazawa sighed. “Okay.”
Meanwhile, Jin was being more annoying than ever – or so Kame thought. They were sitting in the lobby, both were given shirts or at least a robe. Jin was wincing and pressing on his injured arm, even though someone had already given him pain meds. What a baby.
“You are not noticing my pain,” Jin noted, pouting. “So mean. First we were making out, then I get shot and you don't give a damn.”
“It's not like we're even friends,” Kame snorted. “And you know we were making out only because I'm fucking drunk and you took advantage of that.” He was still slightly slurring, but after a police had given him water, everything had been becoming clearer and clearer.
Maybe it was just some drunken deep thinking everyone always did, but Kame couldn't bring himself to understand the whole situation. He didn't even know Jin – he didn't even really like Jin. The other one was too annoying, too lively and too goddamn different for his tastes. They were not fitting. Jin was childish, open and sloppy, always talking and never shutting up, when Kame was cool and controlled, but open for his friends. He was proper and normal, not an image of immorality like Jin. It just didn't fit. Their relationship didn't fit. Actually, they didn't really have one. Only a weird, disturbing connection Kame hated over everything.
“To my memory,” Jin said, his tone colder than before, “it was you who was pushing me on the bed and seducing me. I did nothing wrong.”
“But I was drunk,” Kame said. “You could have said no, we both know you're strong enough to push me away.”
Jin didn't answer, only glared at him with an expression Kame had never seen before and then focusing on his bleeding cut.
Disturbing. Very, very disturbing.
♦ ♣ ♥
The first thing Koki noticed when he woke up was a burning ache in his neck. The next thing was something much more scarier – he couldn't move.
Koki blinked his eyes open and was suddenly filled with panic. He had no idea where he was – it was probably a basement of a building, or at least that was what it looked like. And someone had tied him. Tied him, into a chair. His first reaction, based on senses and instinct, was to scream. Scream his lungs out, trying to get someone hear, someone to save him. Memories from before started rushing in his mind – dark – like rapids – blood – violently – don't even try to scream.
But now Koki tried. At least for a little while, until he felt something hitting his head painfully. His scream turned into a moan and he turned to look, joints stiff and sore, who was there with him.
It was surprising. Koki could have sworn the person attacking him had been a man – why couldn't he remember that voice anymore? It was alarming. Like something was hiding behind the dusty, forgotten memory. Something very important. But now the person Koki was looking at was probably not someone he could have recognized from before. It was a woman.
She was almost expressionless. Her hair was black and cut short, reaching to her chin. Her eyes didn't have absolutely anything behind them – like she was a machine, a robot of some kind. Trained to do... whatever she had to do (the thought made Koki shiver and his ties dug deeper in his flesh). First the woman didn't say anything, just stared at Koki, but then she started walking around the chair. She stopped in front of him, leaning closer and snorting.
“Look at you, all tied down and helpless. Do you like it that way?”
Why the hell was this chick talking to him like to a kindergartener?
“Get the hell away from me, bitch. Why am I here?!” Koki couldn't help his voice getting louder towards the end of his sentence. It was automatic.
“You'll be safe as long as you answer my questions,” the woman said, starting to smile slowly, her expression looking almost psychopathic. “As long as you answer, darling.”
Koki tried to back down on his chair, when the woman touched his cheek and let her fingers linger on the skin.
“Don't touch me!”
“Nuh-uh, you're not telling me what to do, doll. You're not my boss.”
Koki swallowed hard and clenched his eyes shut. Panic was turning in despair.
♦ ♣ ♥
Nakazawa was back in the police station soon. He was surprised to suddenly meet a group of enthusiastic colleagues, who were smiling like their head was going to split in two.
“What's all the fuss about?” Nakazawa asked, and someone grabbed his hand and led him to the bigger office, where everyone were gathering around the same computer.
“We have finally a clue,” one of his colleagues explained, smiling. “The CID got a hit with the whole card thing while checking out similar criminal records in history, and this is starting to get really interesting.”
“So no clues from today's scene then?”
“No, but this is fantastic! We finally have a list of real suspects!”
Nakazawa had time to join the group just when the head chief appeared, demanding silence. He got it very soon, and suddenly a bright smile started adorning his features.
“Like you, gentlemen, obviously heard, CID finally got a hit. And now, a big time.”
A moment of respecting silence, when head chief walked to the only open computer and read some files on it.
“In the late 1960's, there was a religious cult in Russia called Belyĭ Tuz Pik – The White Ace of Spades. They believed in two pagan goddesses. The first one was called کارت الهه. The literal meaning was Card Goddess, but she was always mentioned as something resembling Cardess. She was the goddess of playing, swindling and – of course – playing cards, especially the Spade. The second one was actually a pagan goddess ripped out of Christianity, called Saint Lucy. She has an alter ego in the Christian culture with slightly the same history. In Christian version she was a martyr, who turned to God and ripped her eyes out with a fork and offered them on a plate for a arrogant pagan suitor. The Tuz's version is different, because it is said that she was so beautiful and pure that the whole village was after her. God didn't want to give her away, but she fell in love with one of her suitors and lost her virginity and by this her purity. God punished her by taking her fertility away from her. Lucy killed herself and is now the saint of light and beauty. In afterlife, you get to see her – but the people, who have not believed in her or fit the standards of her life, should not deserve to see her. At least, this is Tuz's opinion. That's where the ripping eyes off-pattern was born from, to prevent the victims from seeing Lucy in afterlife.”
Head chief sighed and looked at the screen again.
“The cult believed – we have no idea how – that Cardess and Saint Lucy were connected. Apparently they were like a mother and a child, so when you sacrificed for the other, you had to do it for the other too. Later on came the belief that with filling Cardess's demandings of a certain number of victims with their eyes ripped off for Lucy and Spades left around them, they would get eternal healing and life. Well, Tuz believed in this as a cult and tried to fulfill her wish. They had to kill exactly 7 people and, in exchange, first rape and then murder one virgin. Their eyes had to be offered for Saint Lucy and then the eternity would be granted.”
“So they succeeded?” one of Nakazawa's colleagues asked curiously.
“No. Apparently the criterion for these victims was very strict, connecting with legacies and usually with a main person, who suffered the most. In modern world, probably a replacement for the virgin. We believe that this person is Kamenashi Kazuya, and Kamenashi Kaoru's murder was only one of the seven.”
“What about the cult?”
“They tried to kill by the criterion and pattern, but it took too long and they got caught. Everyone was put in jail in late 1980's. To my knowledge, most of them are still in there or dead. All of them were from Russia and Europe – except one.”
It was silent again before head chief decided his dramatic pause was long enough to continue.
“Horikita Tadashi was Japanese origin, and escaped apparently back to his country when the cult was arrested. Now, we have to take in notice, that the cult believed strongly in fertility for their goddesses, so they had a load of own children. They also tried to brainwash them so that they could continue their handiwork if something went wrong. They used torture methods and severe training, not letting the children face the real world. This is not verified information, but apparently the children were raised in basements.”
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Silence. Jin turned around to face Kame, biting on his lip slightly, wondering.
“Are you alright?”
At first Kame didn't answer, only turned to look at him with a confused, almost annoyed expression.
“Since when has it been your right to ask that?”
“I'm just thinking,” Jin said, his voice quiet. “With your friend and brother dying and all.”
This time Kame didn't answer. He didn't want to.
Jin got slowly closer.
“You know, I have a twin.”
Kame glared at him, snorting. “How is that supposed to help me? Your twin is fine and alive, it's not going to bring Tatsuya or Kaoru back. No one.”
“He isn't. He committed a suicide two years ago. Or at least the police says it was a suicide; I still think it was a murder. He wasn't that kind of a person, he was... like my mirror.”
“Maybe you just want to kill yourself off too,” Kame mumbled, not really caring if his words hurt. Jin didn't answer, not directly, just hummed, smiling. That didn't make Kame relax at all, but soon Jin got back on his tracks and started talking again.
“Maybe I do. But all I want to say is that I know what it feels like to lose someone you love. If you want to talk--”
“You know what?” Kame suddenly said, turning to look at Jin properly. This time his expression wasn't confused, annoyed or even sad. It was furious. The man stood up, almost stomping – luckily no one else was in the room, only outside of it.
“I'm tired of you acting like we are friends, like you understand something of my life! We have known each other for few days, and I'm your client! I don't need comfort or friendship or anything from you, so just stay the fuck away! You don't know a single thing about me!”
In a matter or seconds Jin was standing up too, surprisingly close to Kame. The latter had no idea what exactly had made him look so insulted, when the victim of the whole rant was Kame himself.
“You are a withdrawn, moody person! You are obsessing over the amount of control in your life and don't want to show your true self or feelings for anyone strange, because you're afraid they'll actually make you feel human! You never accept any help and you're arrogant, but deep inside you just want someone to tell you it's going to be alright! You couldn't care less about others' feelings as long as the situation is good for you, but immediately when something unpleasant happens, you turn against the whole world like you're the victim! You're a selfish bastard, Kamenashi, that's who you truly are. Happy now?!”
The volume of Jin's voice made Kame flinch, but his words made him only more furious. Before even realizing his actions Kame grabbed the collar of Jin's robe – putting a shirt on him was too difficult with the injury – and pulled him close, hissing almost against his face.
“Don't act like you haven't done anything! You just pretend to be all nice and goody-goody and childish, but truly you're just a stupid slut! You don't give a damn about your work or how you make others feel, as long as you get to intrude their privacy as much as you like! You obviously hide your negative feelings and bitch and moan when someone doesn't do the same way! Are you really that better, huh?! If your twin was anything like you, I'm convinced he did the right thing!”
That made Jin stop and look at Kame differently than before. Few seconds ago he had been only angry and insulted, but now he was feeling both of those things – and, obviously hurt. Kame couldn't bring himself to feel the least pinch of consolation or regret when seeing this; if Jin couldn't play this game, it was his fault only.
“Are you really that low?” Jin suddenly asked, his voice more quiet than before. Kame looked at him like a piece of street trash.
“Not as low as you.”
With that, Kame pressed his hand against Jin's arm (with purpose, probably on the point where his injury was) and loosened his grip on the collar a bit. Then he just pushed hard, and got Jin stumbling against the closest furniture. Kame wasn't as scrawny as he seemed to be.
He was about to turn and march away from the scene, to check if police had already found something. Evidence, anything. Then he heard a quiet moan and some cursing and turned to look from the corner of his eye.
Jin was pressing on his arm, hissing and trying to find courage to look at his injury. It seemed that after Kame's press he had managed to scratch the hand somewhere – with his luck it was completely possible – and now it was open again, bleeding almost as badly as before. Jin tried to find paper someone had left around and pushed his sleeve away easily to see the damage caused.
“Fucking---” he mumbled, grabbing tissues and pressing them on the cut, only to see them getting redder and redder one at a time. Kame bit his lip, glancing at the closed doors and then at Jin.
He was still angry, he really was, and didn't like Jin any more. And he didn't feel guilty either, because that idiot had been way too close with him. But he also knew that Jin certainly was stupid enough to bleed dry, if he was left alone with his hand. Kame could already see before his eyes how the moron believed that pressing a cut left from a bullet with tissues would magically stop the bleeding.
But on the other hand, Kame didn't want to have any more contact with Jin. And, this would go as a great punishment. Only not as a very moral one.
Oh, fuck it. Kame rolled his eyes when he heard Jin moan from pain again and took some quick steps towards him, crouching next to the man.
“Let me see,” he said, voice tiredly patient like with a little child. Jin glared at him, obviously thinking carefully before his decision. Kame had insulted him and pushed him, but he also probably knew more about cuts than him. Was it worth it?
When Jin stretched his hand out for Kame to see, the latter knew he had decided to comply for once. He looked at it and then grabbed it, suddenly pushing Jin gently to the floor.
“Lie down,” Kame said patiently, when Jin looked more or less horrified. “Now, raise your hand. It will lower the pressure in your veins.” The older man was like a little child when he complied without saying a word, looking at Kame with inexplicable expression. Probably scared if the other was plotting on killing him.
“Where's your tourniquet?” Kame asked after looking around, sounding now frustrated.
“I took it off. It was itchy,” Jin pouted and nodded at the table. “Over there. It's a bit bloody though.”
“That's okay,” Kame said and stood up, grabbing the tourniquet. When he came back to stare at Jin, he started chewing his lip, wondering how to deal with the situation.
“Do you know how to put this on?”
“Do I look that practical?”
“I guess that's a 'no' then,” Kame sighed. “Be prepared.”
The next thing Jin knew, his client was sitting on his waist, grabbing his injured arm and putting the tourniquet on again. It made Jin squirm; this kind of thing was uncomfortable, when he knew he wasn't fully armed and ready to fight back with all his might if something happened. Kame was scary when he had his control.
“You do this often?”
“Not really, but I paid attention when first aid groups came to visit our school. Unlike others.”
“Hey, I was a perfectly brilliant student. Would I be here if I wasn't? You can't deny I'm not goof.”
Kame glared at the bodyguard, eyebrows rising. “You haven't done a thing to confirm my safety.”
“You think?” Jin laughed. “I just do it when you don't realize. You know, I check your room, your food, everywhere you go. Every sound I hear not coming from you or me, I'll have to double-check or otherwise I might be screwed. I'm doing everything by the book, just not as moodily as Yamashita. I'm supposed to take even a bullet for you. Like I did.”
Kame stopped to stare at Jin. “You what?”
“You know, it was actually coming for you. But I covered you in time. It's my job, that's what I do. I couldn't stand the thought of someone dying because of me.”
Kame didn't answer to him anymore, just continued his actions.
Soon enough the younger man was ready, and stood up, pulling his company with him. He glared at Jin and ruffled his hair, trying to form a sentence from things he wanted to say.
“Is anything else wrong?”
“Why?”
“You look kind of... weird.”
Jin shrugged (though it was pathetic when his other arm wasn't that good) and refused to look Kame in the eyes.
“My pain medication is starting to wear off, but otherwise I'm good.”
Aw, hell no. Jin wasn't going to get pity from him. Kame simply nodded and turned around, this time really marching away from the room. He just wasn't, for some reason, feeling as angry as he was before.
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“So, Horikita Tadashi came back to Japan after Tuz was destroyed,” head chief said, looking at the computer screen. “With his children and a supposed wife, of course. He also brought with his beliefs with him and started to spread them here. He was arrested too later on, and was pressured to give all the names of his contacts in Japan. His wife had died shortly after they came back here, but he had still three children – Yuuta, Akane and Maki. Yuuta and Akane are right now living a proper life, and they've been in interrogations, but... Horikita Maki disappeared five years ago and was never found again. We believe, that she might have tried to continue his father's actions with the cult. She might be responsible for these murders”
“Excuse me, sir,” Masao asked, “I'd like to squeeze one question in the middle.”
“Yes?”
“Wasn't the killer a man? And, why is she forming letters in those cards she's leaving?”
“We can't be sure of anything,” chief said firmly, “we have to remember that Kamenashi was drunk during the first attack. And we don't know yet, Masao-kun – our informations about this cult are not that extended yet. CID suspects that it might be the name of the so-called virgin.”
Head chief turned to face his crew properly after Masao backed down and smiled. “Right here we have a small list of all important contacts Tadashi gave us. I'm going to read them now.”
Head chief turned to look at the screen again, this time speaking as he read.
“Mori Akira, Ito Shin, Higa Yoshio, Nakamura Akio, Ochi Kazuki, Murakami Isamu, Sato Hikeru an--- Oh my God.”
Suddenly head chief sounded shocked, panic forming in his voice.
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“Answer me!” the woman screamed for the nth time and slapped Koki, making him wail.
“I told you, I don't know!”
“You're one of Kamenashi's closest friends, there's got to be something you know. Where is he located? Tell me!”
“I don't know, they don't tell me anything!”
“Don't lie!”
Another slap. Koki let out a pained cry, leaning his head forwards, eyes meeting only the floor.
“Just... Just stop it and let me go... I don't know anything, I swear-- They don't tell me...”
Begging. That was the last thing Koki hadn't already done.
The woman stared at him for a while and then snorted.
“Fine. Looks like you're no use after all. Wait a moment, I'll let you go soon...”
She walked to the other side of the basement and crouched down to a box, picking up something. Koki couldn't believe his luck. This woman was obviously insane, so it made sense – she would let him go, thinking that was it. And he would be safe again.
Or not. Koki didn't have the breath in him to even scream, when the woman came back with a gun and a scalpel.
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“What is it, chief?” Nakazawa asked, frowning. This didn't promise anything good.
“And Akanishi Kaito.”
“Wait, isn't that--”
“Akanishi Jin the bodyguard of Kamenashi!”
“Exactly,” Nakazawa said slowly. “And if I see correctly... these two are related.”
Like for the fun of ultimate irony, a younger police rushed in, files in his hand and panting.
“We just got new information from the crime scene,” he almost exclaimed. “The gun used belongs to Akanishi Jin!”
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Date: 2010-03-22 08:35 pm (UTC)anyone can die, Pi can be the mind behind it and the criminal too, you can make it all explode, but please don't kill kame or jin or separate them
[ can't stand knowing one of them is gone... hurts my heart really bad ]
cool twist of the story. A grin appeared on my face when i read Horikita Maki :D:D:D
waiting for the final chapter with a notch in my stomach.
thanks!
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Date: 2010-03-23 01:45 pm (UTC)horikita maki = \o/
thank you for reading & commenting! ♥
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Date: 2010-03-22 08:57 pm (UTC)Love this!
**HUGS YOU!**
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Date: 2010-03-23 01:48 pm (UTC)hmm, i think i know who you mean, but no more talking about that (i have this bad habit of "talking besides my mouth" - soon i have given a book of spoilers here without knowing). and oooohhhh, the next chapter is going to be so, so much funnnn~
*hugssss*
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Date: 2010-03-23 01:52 pm (UTC)but i'm glad you read and commented ♥
and UH-HUH, i pity him. .___. but a writer has to do what a writer has to do.
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Date: 2010-03-23 12:15 am (UTC)hope 2 read more =)
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Date: 2010-03-23 01:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-23 02:01 pm (UTC)aw it's okay ♥ thank you!
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Date: 2010-03-23 01:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-23 02:03 pm (UTC)and we'll see ;D
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Date: 2010-03-23 01:52 am (UTC)i love the twist with the whole cult thing and Horikita Maki (i love her XD) and then bam. Jin. gun. WTF??? but, but, they were just on the path to being friends or something!
another chapter onegaishimasu!
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Date: 2010-03-23 02:04 pm (UTC)thank you for reading & commenting! and final chapter will be coming soon :3
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Date: 2010-03-23 02:26 am (UTC)first some cult in europe and now jin is involved
can't wait for the last chapter :)
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Date: 2010-03-23 02:08 pm (UTC)thank you for reading and commenting hun!
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Date: 2010-03-23 02:41 am (UTC)no... i despize it
and still I read this
why and how is beyond me...
for this beeing not my thing, i still kind of like it.
i really don't know why...
sorry for such a weard comment~
but still, i will be waiting for an update
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Date: 2010-03-23 02:11 pm (UTC)so thank you! ♥ update will be coming soon.
Ace of Spades, part 4
Date: 2010-03-23 03:18 am (UTC)Re: Ace of Spades, part 4
Date: 2010-03-23 02:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-23 04:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-23 02:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-23 06:52 am (UTC)pls update soon~~~
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Date: 2010-03-23 02:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-24 12:10 am (UTC)i think Jin's twin - kaito ~ is the one does bad thing.. but like eh~ Jin took the bullet too~ wow.. i'm confused now :))
waiting for ur update is the best thing i can do now ^^
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Date: 2010-03-24 06:44 pm (UTC)thank you and i hope you'll read the next chapter too ♥
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Date: 2010-03-24 05:39 am (UTC)by the end of this chapter, i unconciously yell loudly "aaaaaaaaaaaa.." coz the fact that jin is the suspect surprise me so much!
i hope u could update soon :)
thanks for sharing~ ^^
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Date: 2010-03-24 06:46 pm (UTC)i'm glad this makes you surprised :D i don't like creating story lines with twists everyone can predict!
update is coming this weekend :3
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Date: 2010-03-26 08:54 am (UTC)serial killer...
Date: 2010-04-04 05:54 pm (UTC)chapters.