AIR: Hopeful Eyes - Chapter 1/33 - part 2 of 2

[luna_no_koibito]

Title: AIR: Hopeful Eyes.
Tagline: Because like air we are there, you just can't see us ...

Chapters: 1.2/ 33
Author: luna_no_koibito
Dedicated to: My beloved sister neechanwrites .

Muse: The amazing writer of "A Dirty Carnival" minka_g .
Genre: Action, romance, human drama, introspection.
Warnings: Charcther's death
Rating: PG-15
Pairing: Satoshi/Tooru, Wataru/Tooru.
Bands: Girugamesh, 12012, MUCC, Buck-Tick, SiD, Alice Nine., ScReW, D'espairsRay, Nightmare, Lynch.
Disclaimer: The story is mine, for me to share. The bands are not … like they would care.
Comment: This fiction will have a prequel called AIR: Hopeful Eyes, and a sequel called AIR: Vengeful Eyes, thus some things will be dealt in depth, in other occasions. But feel free to ask, there might be something that I might simply not have written clearly, in case there were some misunderstandings.

Summary: Something such as the perfect world, does not exist. Earth will never live in peace, because for it be so, war must exist. Just as countless bad things will continue happening, in order for us to appreciate the few good ones, or unfairness will continue to reign undisputed, in order for us to be willing to fight for righteousness. It is just in the natural balance of things, yet as humans we believe in change, we believe in an eventual final victory of the good over the bad; ideally, as humans we have learned to always hope for the best. In doing so, we should be inspired to actually make the change, and not simply sit, and watch. That being said, the reality of things, is that the majority of us will still find it easier to merely accept whatever injustice or harm, and merely run with the flow, but there do exist, even if only a few, some us, who have decided to make the change, and run their own flow...

AIR.

A/N: The parts of speech written in Blue, are sentences replied by those using sign language, I will of course be indicating, which person is “signing”. Light Magenta will be for conversations that happen through some sort of transmission device (radio, TV, transmitters etc …).

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Chapter 1 part 2

Sunday. 22nd Heisi year (2010), April 4. Kobe.

6:45PM. Kobe's Old Naval Port.

He wasn't stupid; ... or at least he hadn't believe himself to be so.

However, Tooru just couldn't, no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't understand why had it been decided by some unknown entity that he didn't deserve to be happy, he simply couldn't understand why had it been decided that his life had to be a pitiful collection of horribly despicable memories, and events. He couldn't understand why that seemingly massive, and indestructible bridge, on the other side of which he had been able to finally take a peek at his perfect world, was suddenly about to crumble under the nonexistent weight of the single step he had just taken.

-Why? … this is not fair- he suddenly professed, desperately holding on to Satoshi's shirt, who just kept comforting him, from what he still had no idea, but he didn't need to know; he didn't want to know. All he knew was hat they were supposed to have finally left, the two of them together, away from everything, and everybody, that had been the cause of both their miserable lives. They had so cautiously planned this day, and he had so urgently awaited for it to finally arrive, and now, now that it had finally arrived, why was were they still there; why, freaking why, was he crying like the world was about to end all together - ... no … no no no you can't, you can't leave me ...- he sobbed, his eyes tightly closed, praying, begging, imploring for this wretched feeling to disappear as soon as he'd open his eyes, and maybe to find himself on a boat, a plane, anything, and anywhere; anywhere away from there, along with Satoshi just like they had planned.

-Well, it isn't like I am going to any fun place baby ...- stated Satoshi pouting that stupid pout of his, so uncalled for at the moment, which served only to increase the flow of his tear, same as did the quick kiss he had been soon after bestowed with. Kiss, which had the most horrible of tastes, taste that had nothing to do with maybe an excess of cigarettes, alcohol, or what not, It was a taste, he had learned to be familiar with, for different reasons, and in different ways other than a kiss, but nevertheless, distinctive, and unforgettable; the taste of sorrow, unwillingness … goodbye - … but I will be a big boy, and just suck it up - playfully stated the elder, and there it was, that characteristic teasing grin. Why was it that for the life of himself, the elder could never take any situation as the serious matter it actually happened to be?

-Suck what up? ...- he then swiftly inquired trying not to sound like he suddenly was the one to blame, for the crumbling of his perfect world. Yet, how was he supposed to blame the one, and only person he loved so much? Satoshi was all he had, the main reason for the happiness he thought he had found, and that at the moment, was still there;... wasn't it?

Maybe, whatever he still didn't know, and that still didn't happen, could be stopped. Maybe, he could find a way to talk him out of whatever it was that was apparently going to set them apart. Yes, he could, he had to try, he had to, because he wasn't going back to that, even though he had promised, how could he really be expected to go back to that hell, after having had a more than vivid, and substantial taste of heaven; ...how? -Satoshi I- he so began, his voice sounding calmer, his resolve seemingly made, however, as faith seemed to have already decided, said confidence, and his voice all together, quickly vanished, at the sudden sound of the last voice he'd wanted to hear; not ever, not today.

-Tooru baby I have been looking everywhere for you ...- loudly spoke the voice that until some minutes ago, he had believed had turned into the sound of his past demise, and most hated captivity, and he most certaily didn't need to turn around to confirm the stoic expression of the owner of said voice. His body had already stiffened, which was the usual reaction to said voice; Wataru's voice. Yet, he still was wrapped in Satoshi's embrace, and even though his most likely to be aghast expression might have not showed it, he was really grateful for that loving warmth.

-Remember I told you I wouldn't let anything happen to you right?- quickly whispered to him the elder, as he slowly, and as carefully as always, broke their embrace, taking away from him the only source of warmth, in that “charming” spring day, which was rather quickly turning cold.

And all of a sudden, he couldn't feel anything at all, nothing but fear, limitless, and insane fear, to the point where he couldn't move, because he knew exactly what was to come. He perfectly knew how things worked in the reality of the world he lived in. A world where one second, a person might have been in some random restaurant, peacefully enjoying a slice of still smocking hot pizza, and a second later, said person's blood could have been mixed with the tomato sauce, on the same pizza where now his or her head “peacefully” lay lifeless, with a “smoking hot” hole through it.

All of a sudden, every single word that either Wataru or Satoshi were “amicably exchanging”, gradually began to jumble up in his currently inactive brain, making absolutely no sense whatsoever, but he wouldn't have been able to hear them anyways, not over the quite sonorous pulse of his ragingly beating heart.

It was all too much to handle, to unfair to accept, but now wasn't the time to be Tooru; now he had to try, for once in his life, to be the one to actually save someone. He had to start thinking, think fast in order to prevent the loud outburst of that unfortunately well too familiar “bang”, which was sure to have reached his ears very soon, and which would have surely announced the death of the person, he was currently living for, because there really wasn't much reason for him to live otherwise; there never had been.

Then the sudden sound of a gun's cylinder echoed in the air, making him quickly snap back to reality, as his head quickly shifted towards Yuusuke, who was currently pointing his gun right at Satoshi, whom resumed speaking -Oh well ..- he nonchalantly shrugged, as Tooru horridly stared at Yuusuke's index finger slowly raising towards the trigger of his gun - … your loss - concluded the elder, and right there and then, all thought processes in Tooru's head instantly ceased. He didn't know how, but his body suddenly and swiftly moved, raising to back and entirely cover Satoshi, placing himself between his beloved, and Yuusuke's gun, and soon after ...

One scream.

Three gunshots.

Once again. He wasn't stupid; … he wasn't stupid, period.

To his own astonishment, his eyes didn't flicker through the entire “courageous” act, which allowed him to see everything that took place in those mere seconds. Granted, in sheer fear, but nevertheless, he heard, and saw it all; or so he thought. He had indeed clearly heard Wataru yelling “No” at Yuusuke's near attempt to shoot, and he had indeed seen it, with his very own eyes, in his excessively trembling very own body; the finger on the trigger didn't move, and nothing came out of that gun.

Thus ... how … how had he been able to distinctively hear, not one, but three gunshots?

Judging by the sudden widening of eyes, and utterly bemused expressions of the four unwanted guests, who were now standing unmoving in front of him, the same exact question had just been rapidly “passed around”. Quickly acknowledging the fact that there was absolutely nobody, or nothing else in front of him, passed the four men, the obvious conclusion was that it'd had to come from behind. Tooru wouldn't have mind following his instinct, and turning around.

He wouldn't have minded at all. That was, if, at the same exact time that the three shots had occurred, something rather heavy, and painfully familiar, hadn't just dropped on his back, and just that, made him decided against turning, or even moving all together, ever again; ...why?

-R-remember ... y-your promise ... - he heard Satoshi voice behind him, quickly, and faintly slur, before feeling said body slide off his, and landing at his feet.

-Down!- suddenly cried out a familiar voice, of whom he didn't know, and currently didn't even care. How could have he, when his brain, his senses, his entire body was trying to make him understand that Satoshi was lying lifeless at his own very feet. Trying to convince him that the love of his life, his last call to freedom, his only way to salvation … was dead.

Dead.

Instinctively, his head slowly lowered to his feet, not in order to obey the recently yelled order, but in order to allow his eyes to take in the undeniable truth of a lying body at his feet; … this just couldn't be

-Tooru-san!- yelled another familiar voice, as he felt four sets of strong hands, quickly him out of the black convertible.

-Sa … sato ...- lowly and absently uttered Tooru, sounding quite confused, while he was being quickly but cautiously dragged to the ground, as another series of gunshots landed inside the car -.... Sa-satoshi? … - he faintly called, his disbelieving eyes fixed somewhere on the ground he had suddenly been forced to face -... Satoshi? ...- he newly called, this time in a louder tone, as the ground suddenly became blurry -... Satoshi! … - he outright yelled, trying to free himself from the two pair of hands that were still firmly holding him -Satoshi!- he cried out, louder, with all the strength he was slowly losing, as if by doing so the elder could suddenly hear him, raise from the car, and come to him like he had so many times before.

-T-tooru-san ...please … calm down- kindly spoke the previous voice, which Tooru could now confidently place as Hiroaki's, who as usual, along with his elder brother Tomoyuki, had rushed to his side, to protect him form what he didn't need protection. Abandoning his meaningless struggle, he effortlessly allowed the two to change their position, slightly raising from the ground, and turning to face behind themselves, as they observed the speedy arrival of the Rolls-Royce that had previously ushered the four men

-The little fucker ...- angrily hissed Wataru, who was as well on the ground, next to Yuusuke, and who both had quickly crawled behind the convertible -... I should have fucking known - he annoyingly spat, as he leaned on behind the car, the gunfire yet not ceasing, awkwardly continue at weird intervals, nevertheless still quite real -quick in the car!- he then sternly ordered, as the vehicle made a sudden stop in front of them- … Tooru first! - he swiftly added, as a seemingly lifeless Tooru felt himself being cautiously lifted from the ground,

-No...- weakly protested Tooru, newly resuming his pointless fight to get back to a beloved corpse -... No!- he cried out, as he was hastily dragged into the back of the Rolls-Royce, soon after followed by Wataru, and Yuusuke, who quickly closed the doors

-Move, move, move!- hurriedly ordered Wataru screaming at the driver, as they all kept low in the yet apparently bullet-proof vehicle, off which bullets where “happily” bouncing, while the driver immediately did as told.

… Why? ...

Why was he currently in the one place he thought he'd never be in again, with the one person he thought he'd never had to see again; ever have to be touched by again.

-Let's see ...- stated Wataru, who was kneeling right in front Tooru, and had grabbed his chin, raising it to face straight into him, while slowly turning it from side to side, apparently examining every cell on it -... good- he then confirmed, releasing his cheek, and noticing Yuusuke safely sitting in the cars seats, followed suit and sat up as well

-... We can raise now Tooru-san ...- suddenly informed Hiroaki's usual gentle voice, who practically carried Tooru's entire body-weight, into a sitting position against the black leather seats, facing those of Wataru and Yusuke.

… Why? …

Why did Satoshi have to … have to … He still couldn't put his mind to accept the fact that the elder brunette was dead. Gone, and there would have been no turning back. No more stupidly grinning face in the most horrible situation, no more of the gratuitous and genuine comfort and love that they both shared, no more working towards, and hoping for a better day. It was all over, and for reason he had absolutely no clue about, which made all even worse to accept. Moreover, knowing Satoshi, it must have been all because of some situation where he had been offered to save himself or the world, and in which he of course chose the fucking world. It was just like the comic books that Satoshi so much loved to read, and that he'd hate to even glimpse at for he just couldn't understand why was Spiderman so infatuated with having to save such an ungrateful world, instead of spending the rest of his life with an ever loving Mary Jane? Would it have been so bad to have chosen himself? to chosen them, just this once?

-What's that? ...- suddenly inquired Wataru, whose eyes hadn't left Tooru's figure ever since they had entered the vehicle, and the younger brunette hadn't need to look up to know it so. Slowly raising his head, he then lifted his gaze silently looking back at the elder, in slight wonder of what he might have been talking about -Come here ...- he then order in his usual tone, which left noting to be pondered or dwelt on about. When Wataru called, he was to go; period. And even though, he couldn't quite feel himself, even though he seem to care what could have happened to himself from that point on, his body simply obeyed, as always, and shakily moved from his seat towards the empty spot on Watarus's left side - What's this? ...- he then inquired once more suddenly reaching for the necklace, which Tooru swiftly grabbed, slightly pulling away in visible panic; great mistake.

-N-nothing ...- lowly stuttered Tooru, partly because of an upcoming sob, partly because of the way his self was apt to act around the elder around, almost like in a state of perpetual fear. Even after all these years. However, as everyone inside that convoy well knew, Wataru was one to always get what he wanted.

… and Why? …

Why had he made that promise? How was he supposed to move on any further in this life, in his life. No. Not like that, he just couldn't.

-Here let me help you with it ...- stated Wataru, getting to the back of Tooru's neck

-... No … please ...- Tooru faintly pleaded, closing his eyes, and slowly shaking his head in negation, as he felt the now precious memory lift from his neck -... p-please … don- he newly tried to request, but his voice was caught in his throat, as tears once again quickly began to stream down his already proven cheeks, while Wataru read the dedication behind it.

-... “Fallen angels” … why would anybody dedicate such an hideous thing? ...- he nonchalantly commented, nudging at Yuuske with his hand to roll down the window, who readily and silently complied

-No pl- quickly tried to protest Tooru, but the blond's arm had already been raised, and the pendant out the window; like Satoshi, gone.

-I'll get you a better one ...- absently replied Wataru, turning towards Tooru, and leaning in to place a kiss on the brunette’s neck, who instantly shivered at the contact, and had a sudden urge to throw up.

So many question, not a damn single answer.

So much ... for not being stupid.

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Sunday. 22nd Heisi year (2010), April 4. Kobe.

11:03PM. Kobe's Crime Scene Investigation Quarters.

-... This ... way … - he nonchalantly whispered, dragging out the last word until he had successfully walked to the other side of the table, on which his recently inanimate subject lay - … right … just like that ...- he absently continued, while slowly walking to the left side of the subject, leaning closer to take another accurate snapshot, of a part of its body he though he'd missed -... now … - he then professed, raising to a standing position, and mimicking a profound thinking expression -... look ... up, yes … just like that ...- he declared with a little cynical excitement, but still keeping his tone to a mere whisper, as he continued in the not so funny parody of his own job, yet again leaning over to snap another picture.

All in all, Miya really believed it was like taking pictures on the set of one of those illustrious and fashionable photo-shoots, with the only difference that, autopsy rooms were usually colder, and rather bland in decoration, also, given the dead nature of his subjects, he was the one to have to do the whole “moving around thing”, which he didn't truly mind for one particular reason. Being that he did in fact have a true interest in photography besides his current job as a forensic photographer, and he'd always have difficulties in making people understand what kind of pose he saw in his head. Such difficulties, caused resentment between him and his live models, which ended up in making him fail most of his photography classes, even though as his teacher stated it “ is such a pity, so much talent wasted on irrelevant issues”, he couldn't help it if people just didn't get it.

-Do you mind? ...- dryly inquired a long-haired brunette, who was standing at the feet of the corpse, wearing a white coat identical to the own that Miya was wearing, and holding a blue board on which he'd been jotting information for the past thirty minutes or so -you look pathetic, and it is quite irritating as well ...- coldly state the taller man, quickly raising his gaze from the board to Miya, in order to glimpse at the smirking glimpsing at the smirking elder

-Oh but why, my dear Hazuki? ...- quickly asked Miya in feign bemusement, who had walked towards the man to take pictures at the corpse's feet, while picking at the youner's board -... I bet our dear Satoshi doesn't mind us having a little chit-chat with him ...- he then looked up at the corpse, and sighed - … he looks so … dead … - he dumbly expressed, finally removing the camera strap from his neck, and walking towards the desk on the other side of the room, and placing his camera on it

-Not my fault ...- replied Hazuki in his usual lifelessly monotonous tone -... I had suggested a different way to get off the scene, but as his usual, he wanted to take it to the extreme so ...- he concluded heedlessly continuing his jotting

-Oh well ...- shrugged Miya, leaning on the desk, and folding his arms on his chest. They had in fact discussed with Satoshi himself, of endless less flashy ways of making him disappear, for Miya himself did believe this to be excessive, for many reasons. Main reason was, for example, that now they had to find a way to get the news out in the public, and it some news this was ... “Japan's most famed playboy Sakurai Satoshi, also only son of Sakurai Atsushi notorious parliamentarian currently running for secretary of state, was found dead in his brand new black Lamborghini with three bullets in his back, under mysterious circumstances”. That, just spelled more trouble, and unnecessary attention than they already had and definetly didn't need. However, as Satoshi had put it “they were big boys, they could handle it”, and he had also stated that this“... is the only way, trust me ...”; … that undying showoff, well, maybe not as of recently -... time of death?- he then asked, walking back to Hazuki

-6:47 PM - readily replied Hazuki, hitting his board once in sign of termination, and turning his back to the table in order to the lab's desk, where Miya's camera was

-... Who calls his father? ...- suddenly inquired Miya, feeling a sudden chill at the idea of even the possibility of having to talk with the man, as he sent a quick glare at Satoshi's corpse on the table, in the silent accusation of having left them with such a task

-I am not very good with people, you should know that already - dully observed Hazuki, sitting at his desk, while looking up at the elder, who had nothing to protest in regard to the rather truthful statement; there was a reason why it had been decided for him to be the coroner -... how about letting Tatsuro do it? He is after all the head investigator in our group … - he then proposed, sighing as he leaned on his chair staring at nowhere in front of himself.

-Well … wouldn't it be better if one us, handled this situation as much as possible?- pointed out Miya, newly looking at the younger man's corpse, as if in search for an answer - but then again we just have to deliver the news so I guess there is no harm in that - he then concluded, convincing himself in the process, as the younger simply shrugged -... as long as I don't have to do it, it will be fine - swiftly added Miya - just hearing the man's voice irks me ...- he observed now staring at Hazuki, who newly shrugged looking totally untouched

-So do you think this Tooru will show up? - suddenly inquired Hazuki, sounding so completely uninterested, that at times Miya always wondered why he even kept trying to make conversation. According to Miya it was okay even if the man didn't talk, because people would simply have to learn his character, and be alright with it. But then, there was Satoshi, and he believed that sometimes, there were certain things that just needed to be said, which Miya also knew to be true, and particularly in Hazuki's case. Case in which, a few words might have changed the way a particularly painful event in the trio's shared passed could have ended, which all lead back to the point that Satoshi, as usual, was right. But, even as dead as he was right now, Miya would never admit to that, plus; Hazuki just really was bad at it, even after all this years, so shamefully bad.

-Satoshi trusted the man … I supposed he will- shrugged Miya -is not like we don't know where the man lives anyways … if worse comes to worst - he then nonchalantly observed, as he walked to lean on Hazuki's desk, picking up his camera

-I don't think Satoshi would appreciate us roughing up the beauty ...- observed Hazuki, now looking through some papers on his desk - given that apparently, as he had stated, Kawauchi-san is more than a mere “trusted man” ...- concluded Hazuki -... and I wouldn't like the idea of having the leader of the Hidden Demon's come after us - he concluded sending a quick glimpse at Satoshi's body.

-Yeah, definitely agree on that ...- confirmed Miya, nodding his head as if to reinforce his statement, momentarily also lifting his gaze from his camera to Satoshi. However, no matter how scary the idea of been followed by “demon Satoshi” was, the truth of the matter was that they needed the information that Satoshi had left for them, in order to prevent whatever imminent catastrophe that was about to befall Japan, even though, he perfectly knew that in the eventuality that this catastrophe were to be successfully stopped, there was one right behind the corner waiting for “it's time to shine”; and that was just how fucked up the world they were so devotedly trying to defend was. Moreover, they had to take in account that following their protocol, Satoshi had to have divided the information, and placed it in different places, resulting in an excessive wastage of time only in information retrieval; time they truthfully didn't have -... I'll start going to the library from tomorrow, and see what it gives, hopefully he'll show up in less than two days, if not ...- he then concluded, as he reviewed the some of the pictures he took at Satoshi's crime scene

-We are going in … - absently stated Hazuki, while flipping a page of his papers

-Yeah ...- as absently confirmed Miya, stopping on one particular picture -... I doubt Tatsuro will take it well that we have already … taken care of this crime scene ...- he lowly sighed in slightly concerned tone

-I though you said you “had that covered” - stated the younger, raising both his hands to make the gesture of two quotation marks with his fingers

-And I do. It's just, I suppose ... I just - he then newly sighed, this time louder, and even though his body didn't make any exaggerated gesture, as Satoshi would have, frustration could be clearly heard in his tone -I just don't want to have to do this … this ...”deceiving thing” ...- he pointed out, turning off his camera, and placing it back on the table he was still leaning on

-What? … pretending to suddenly have feeling for him, and ending up breaking his heart, given that he does truly have feeling for you? ...- explained Hazuki, in a way that was rather blank, and too cold for Miya's taste, who turned around to quickly shake his head at the younger in a “where is your heart, what's wrong with you?” manner -... What?- newly inquired the younger, raising his gaze to meet Miya's staring one, while sounding truly irritated -... isn't it exactly like I said? - quickly questioned the younger in a clarifying manner, as the elder, narrowed his eyes on him, and leaned in, closer, and closer and stopped just mere centimeter from the younger's face.

And there he said, not saying a single word. He then morphed his handsome features into an almost seductive expression, quickly lowering his gaze to the younger's lips, while raising one of his eyebrows in an implying manner, soon after swiftly raising his gaze back to ... Hazuki's quite unimpressed one, who suddenly yawned in his face .

-... Darn you! - abruptly exclaimed Miya, quickly moving himself back up, and away from the long-haired man's face -... I swear you are not human … you are some kinda of … of cyborg! - he exclaimed in a defeated tone -... anyone would have reacted to such closeness! Anyone I tell you! -continued the elder in his complaint, while folding his arms in his chest, as the younger merely rolled his eyes -... a normal person would have blushed, or read the message and kissed, or if you happened to be Satoshi, even punched me! But not … not … just stay there like that!- he concluded, shaking his head in almost feign amusement, for he knew exactly that Hazuki would have most likely not reacted to any of his pretense advances.

-Still avoiding my question I see ...- nonchalantly observed the younger, dropping his gaze back to his papers

-... like you'd understand what it meant to have a broken hear- started to accuse the elder rather absentmindedly, but quickly stopped as he realized what he was about to say, and that was a perfect example, in which his opinion regarding “certain things are better not said” came rather justified; too bad he never really followed his own advices -I am sorry, I didn't mean to- swiftly tried to apologize the elder, who had rapidly turn around to face a suddenly immobile Hazuki, who morphed his face into an irritated scowl, while momentarily closing his eyes, before abruptly interrupting the elder's felt excuses

-It's okay- quickly, and listlessly dismissed the younger

-I really … I wasn't think- tried again the elder, but was once again interrupted by the younger, who this time used a harsher, and louder tone, as he raised his head towards Miya's apologetically one

-I said it's okay- he precised, stressing the last word, as Miya merely raised his hands in defeat, getting off Hazuki's desk. There was absolutely no way the he was “okay”, as he stated, just like Satoshi, and anyone of them that had lost a loved one on that day, saying that they were okay was a big fat blatant lie; even for the Soulless Demon Hazuki. And if it weren't for that fateful day, they wouldn't have been there doing what they were doing, working on the same damn case, which they had been suggested to pass on to another unit, for the past three incredibly long years. It was like that for everyone in their particular unit; everyone, but him. Miya hadn't lost anybody on that particular day, which was good, but in a way, he really didn't know if he could really flaunt himself for his lack of people he could consider “dear” to him, for as he thought about it carefully; that was actually kind of sad.

-Anyways ...- resumed Miya, walking back to Satoshi's body -... since we've called Asanao, we should get ready to move soon enough … I hope you remained him about the about the herd of paparazzi that will soon swarm the department ...- he inquired, but soon after resuming with his talk - … not that I give a fuck about Kobe's police department, just looking out for our people, because I know how Asanao hates the … how does he called them?- he then inquired looking back at Hazuki, who kept writing whatever he was, seemingly not having acknowledged the elder.

-the fuckinrazzi ...- nonchalantly replied the younger

-Yeah, those ...- smirked Miya, walking behind Hazuki, and peeping outside the lab through the closed white shutters -... it is relatively empty … I think it's the right time- he stated, his voice losing all the playful tones, as he quickly looked down, at a once nodding Hazuki, who got up from his chair and walked towards Satoshi's body, followed by the elder, soon after having looked the main entrance to the lab. With Miya at the head of the rolling bed, and Hazuki at the end, they approached the secondary exit to the lab rolling said bed with Saotshi on top -... time? - he then inquired looking up at the younger, who quickly glanced at his wrist watch

-11:49 ...- informed the younger, as they nonchalantly rolled the bed out of the lab, trying to look as less suspicious as possible to the sleepy eyes of those who had the night shift, who were over-working

-Okay … you have twenty-minutes, you got this?- he quickly explained, and questioned, receiving a single nod from the younger -... good ...- he then replied, suddenly leaving the bed, and disappearing inside a room

-Oh! Miya … just the person I was looking for ...- said an eye-glassed man inside said room, as Miya quickly smirked, and walked towards the man, who was resumed talking on the phone -... yes … yes … understood ...thank you ….good night- he then quickly concluded, putting down the phone receiver in it place -... you won't believe what just happened … that was officer Takasugi on the phone -

-Well do tell me Tatsuro ...- quickly inquired Miya, doing his best to sound as interested as possible, though he really didn't have to make a great effort; he had been trained to sound believable, in everything he said.

-Sakurai Satoshi … is dead - declared Tatsuro, adding a bit of dramatic effect to his tone

-... you don't say? … wow … that is ...- slowly replied Miya, pretending his best to look rather shocked

-... However, something shady happened at the crime scene place, and they are not letting anyone in, and the body should be on its way here in this very moment, so get your camera ready ...- instructed Tatsuro

-Yessir ...- replied Miya, mimicking a cadet, getting even closer to the investigator, calculatedly placing a hand on the shorter man's hip, and leaning into his ear -... breakfast and movie later? ...- he then inquired in a slightly sultry tone, making the shorter chuckle

-That is if we get out of here ...- informed the other, flashing a slightly playful grin, and walking towards the exit -... this looks like it's good to be the first of many sleepless nights, trust me- he explained, exiting his office, closely followed by Miya, who glanced down the corridor, where Hazuki had disappeared. It was going to be a long night indeed -... why target Satoshi Sakurai anyways, I don't see any sense in this ...- reasoned the investigator to himself; ...a very long night.

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A/N:Yaaaaaa I know that it took me forever to finish this part, but I promise to be better with the next chapters and make the parts come together as one. So thank you so much for reading, and I hope the story is catching you interest. Next will have to be a new chapter of House of Sin ne~!. Much Love (^_^! )/.