The tragic story of a boy named Romeo and his lover, Juliet
A car pulled up to the front of a high school, in a small village just outside of Tokyo.
The driver’s side door came open and a clear umbrella came out and opened up, then the owner of said umbrella came out, his long, light brown hair still had its curl and was pulled in a pony tail that reached down his back and to the edge of his pink jeans. He then opened the back door, bent over and picked up a large, metal case and started up the stairs.
After showing the officer his badge and ID, he was allowed to go under the yellow tape and inside.
He then looked at his young partner who was already taking pictures, “Mi-chan, make sure you get their good side too,” he smiled as he closed his umbrella, knelt down, opened up the case , took out chop sticks and used them to pin his hair higher, in a messy bun, then put on rubber gloves and his jumper.
”There’s nothing really left to call a good side, Chacha-sensei,” replied Miyavi.
Chachamaru sighed, “I really hate my job most of the time, “then he walked over and got a good look at the young boy, or what was left of him and sighed, “Poor boy, who did this to you?” he said more to himself, than anyone else. He quickly started his exam, when Miyavi replied, “Witnesses say it was a murder and attempted Romeo and Juliet suicide.”
Chachamaru was brought back from what he was doing and looked at Miyavi, confused, “Say what?”
“They said witnesses say it was a murder with a failed suicide, Romeo and Juliet style,” Miyavi repeated.
“If this is Romeo, then where’s Juliet?” Chachamaru questioned.
“This is Juliet. It was a gay pairing…so, I guess it would be…anyways, this is the one that would be classified as Juliet and the shooter is Romeo.”
Chachamaru looked back at the sandy haired, dead boy and shook his head, “This boy wasn’t murdered. He killed himself.”
Miyavi was now the confused one, “How can you tell?”
Chachamaru pulled back the boy’s hair, “Look at this bullet wound.”
Miyavi moved down and look, “Okay? I still don’t get what you’re looking at exactly.”
Chachamaru sighed, took out his small flash light and shone it at the wound, “The angle of the wound suggests that he was the one who fired the gun at almost a perfect 180,” he then stood Miyavi and himself up, “Hmm….”he then took Miyavi’s camera, “Crouch down.”
Miyavi was puzzled, but did was he was told.
Chachamaru then handed Miyavi his own gun, “Don’t worry, safety’s on, “ he then positioned the gun at Miyavi’s temple, took his camera and snapped off a few shoots, handed the camera back, took his gun and put it in his holster, “Look at the pictures I took.”
Miyavi looked at the small scene on his camera and his eyes went wide, “You can tell that from this small hole?”
Chachamaru nodded, “Not 100% sure what kind, but if I was to guess, a small caliber, somewhere around the size that’s issued to the force, maybe smaller, but definitely not larger.”
“How can you tell?” Miyavi asked, very amused.
“30 plus years of doing the same thing, after a while, you just can. Alright, start stringing the blood splatter and I will get this boy ready for a better exam back at HQ,” Chachamaru ordered.
“String? That’s an old and nearly out-dated process,” Miyavi protested.
Chachamaru nodded, “And you are a student and I am your teacher. Sometimes, old school is the best way to go. What if those lasers decided not to work? You need to learn, child, so get to it. I will see you back at the morgue,” he then zipped up the body bag and with the help of a random officer, he put the body on a stretcher and sent it to his morgue at the police headquarters and started back himself.
As he went back to the morgue, someone spoke to him, “He didn’t kill me.”
Chachamaru’s heart skipped a beat as he saw the dead boy in his rear view mirror, “I must be seeing things,” he told himself.
“You’re not. I am a ghost,” the boy replied.
Chachamaru quickly pulled into a parking lot and parked his car. He then turned around and the boy was still there, “What the hell?”
The boy spoke up, “Please help me.”
Chachamaru took a moment, then slowly nodded, “Okay, how? Wait…I must be going crazy! You can’t be here! Ghosts aren’t real!”
“You know that’s a lie, Yukihiro-san,” the boy replied.
“How…how do you know my real name?” Chachamaru asked, looking at the ghost, confused.
“I just do. I don’t know how. I’ve never seen you before. But…it’s like I know you. You…you’ve helped ghosts before, but you stopped after the war when the doctor’s admitted you to the psych ward. You are older than you appear. It’s like, you are somehow immune to death.”
Chachamaru sighed, “Not immune to it, I will die, someday. It’s my family’s curse…well, I call it a curse, they call it a blessing. We help those who stay behind to help a loved one and banish those who wish to still cause harm, even after death.”
“Will you help me?”the boy asked.
Chachamaru nodded, “I guess I have no choice in the matter.”
The boy smiled and held out his hand, “My name is Kurosaki You.”
Chachamaru nodded, “Fujiamara Yukihiro, but please, call me Chachamaru.”
You smiled, “Please to meet you. I hope we can get along.”
“Yeah, anyways, mind telling me what the hell actually happened?” Chachamaru said.
“It’s a rather long story,” said You.
Chachamaru nodded, “Start from the beginning.”
About an hour later, he walked into his morgue and was putting his things away and fixing up what evidence he gathered at the crime scene to send to the lab, when Miyavi came in, “I’ve been trying to call you. I’ve been waiting an hour!”
Chachamaru laughed, “Worry much? Sorry, I was having car trouble and I think I was in a dead zone,” he replied. He wasn’t about to tell his apprentice that he was in a parking lot and was talking to the now dead boy. “So, what have you heard about the case so far?”
“Nothing new,” Miyavi said as he started to set out what they would need for the autopsy.
Chachamaru sighed as he stepped behind his changing curtain and put on a pair of pink scrubs, “Well, shall we get started?”
Miyavi stuck his tongue out, “You think!”
Chachamaru replied in the same manner, put a new pair of gloves on and started to undress You’s body.
You covered his eyes, “Don’t look at my back.”
Chachamaru replied, “Like I’ve never seen tattoos before. I have a few myself.”
Miyavi was confused as he started bag the clothes, “I know you have tattoos, Chacha-sensei.”
Chachamaru sighed, he forgot Miyavi was there, “Sorry, you know me, talking to the dead.”
Miyavi shook his head, “He’s dead, sensei. He won’t talk back.”
Chachamaru thought to himself, “That’s what you think.”
When Chachamaru turned over You’s body, he looked up at the ghost in shocked and whispered, “So, this is what you meant?”
You sighed, “He was trying to save me from my father. He didn’t kill me. I accidently killed myself.”
Chachamaru nodded, “Miyavi, please take pictures of this young boy’s back.”
Miyavi grabbed his camera and started to take the pictures as he was asked, “What do you think all of those scares are from? An abusive boyfriend?”
You shouted, “HOW DARE YOU?” however, his cry went unnoticed by Miyavi.
Chachamaru shook his head, “No, they are too deep and too old to be from a boyfriend. See this one here,” he said as he pointed to a long gash on You’s back that went from shoulder to his hip, in an angle, “This one looks like one of the worst, and oldest. There’s no way a young boy around You-san’s age could do this.”
Miyavi looked confused, “You-san?”
Chachamaru nodded, “That’s the boy’s name.”
“I know that, but I didn’t know that until I got back here. How do you know that?”
Chachamaru sighed, “Did you ever stop to think that maybe someone called me?”
“But you said you were in a dead zone and wasn’t able to be reached, then you asked me if I knew anything knew about the case,” Miyavi recalled.
Chachamaru wanted to bang his head against the wall, “I just know. Alright.”
Miyavi noticed that Chacha looked upset or something, but decided to change the subject, “So, you where saying about the scar.”
“For it to be like this, it was done a while a ago, maybe 5,10 years ago and it was done by an older, bigger man. He more than likely stuck You-san in the back to knock him down and take control,” he then went farther down You’s back and spread his backside open, “Several anal trauma,” he said and Miyavi took a couple of pictures, “Looks like he was sexually abused with something large…” he then put his light magnifier down and took a look, “wooden…” he then pulled off a piece of wood and examined it closer, “possibly a handle to a broom or maybe a small bat,” and out of the corner of his eye, he saw You nod. He then placed the wood in a tiny glass phial and sealed it, giving it to Miyavi to put in the basket for testing in the lab later. “This poor boy, he was probably trying to find a way to escape and his lover was more than likely trying to help.”
Miyavi sighed, “Now I get why you hate this job.”
“Well, I do like being able to help them in the afterlife,” Chachamaru smiled.
“What does that mean?” Miyavi asked, confused.
“Someday, you will understand,” he replied, then he went back to work.
After he went to bed that night and was about to go to sleep, his Blackberry started to ring, he moaned as he rolled over, “Hai, Yoshiki-san?” he said though a yawn.
“What was the cause of death of the young boy at the scene at the high school?” Hayashi Yoshiki, the lead investigator of the case inquired.
“Suicide. Why?” Chachamaru replied, now sitting up.
“Satoru-san just confessed about killing the boy, but it didn’t seem right,” Yoshiki said with a sigh. “Why would he do that?”
“Maybe the boy comes from a family that will disown him if they found out he killed himself,” Chachamaru said, knowing the truth was he was right, due the talk he had with You just an hour ago, “but you won’t know unless you investigate, Investigator Hayashi,” he smirk.
“Ha ha, very funny, Yukihiro. Well, it’s late, I’ll speak with the young boy’s family tomorrow,” he said, then hung up.
Chachamaru looked out into the darkened room and messed his hair up out of frustration, “I don’t think I can do this! I really hate my family’s curse. I really hope Yoshiki can find out what the fuck’s going on!”he then fell backward onto the bed and moaned.
Just then You appeared, “Are you alright?”
“No. I know why you did what you did, but I’m not sure there’s enough evidence to support the fact that you accidently killed yourself.”
“But Satoru shouldn’t have to pay for a crime he didn’t commit. I know that I’ll be disowned, but I don’t care about that. They treated me like crap every fucking day. They abused me, beat me, treated me worse than an animal. I was nothing to them but something they could add tomake them look good on a social register,” You replied.
“I know that. You said that already. Look, I’ve pointed Yoshiki-san in the right direction. I am sure that he will be able to see and understand what your family did to you. He’s very good at his job and I am sure if they left clues, he can put it together. Look, I don’t mean to be rude, but I need sleep. I’ll see you in the morning,” Chacha replied as he crawled back into his bed and went to sleep.
The next day, while Chachamaru was in the shower, Yoshiki walked in and started to us the rest room, “You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”
Chacha sighed as he let himself be drowned by the water, “You know it’s rude to use the bathroom when someone is in the shower. Didn’t your mother teach you any manners?”
Yoshiki laughed, “Yeah, she did and I do use them, but you know, this is my house too.”
Chacha yawned, “Then why didn’t you come home last night?”
Yoshiki sighed, “I was trying to go over the evidence you and Miyavi found, after all, I am a trained CSI, too,” he then flushed the toilet and started to wash his hands, the change in the water not affecting Chachamaru since he was still out of it. “I was about to head to the boy’s family’s house, but I thought I would check on you and see how you were doing.”
“I’m sleeping while standing up. How do you think I’m doing? I had Miyavi drive me home. He should still be in bed. I swear, he can sleep through anything. He’s more like his mother, God rest her soul.”
Yoshiki smiled, “I know. He’s a sweetheart. Glad he’s finally warming up to me. It only took ten years,” he replied as he sat on the lid of the toilet and waited for Cha.
“I don’t think it was the dating that got to him, because he knew how much I loved Haruhi, and how much I hurt when she started to forget who I was and who he was, I think it was more of you’re a man when he was expecting me to move on with another woman, but after I explained to him that his mother was really the only woman I ever did love and would love, he came to his senses.” He then stepped out of the shower and started to dry off, then put his hair up in a towel and wrapped another around his middle and walked over to the sink and looked in the mirror and sighed, “Yuki, you look sad and pathetic. He then grabbed his shaving cream and started to apply it to his face, “Yoshiki, mind making me some coffee?”
“Already started it,” he smiled from his seat as he looked at his smart phone at the pictures of the evidence, “Anal trauma caused by a bat?” he questioned more to himself than anyone.
Chachamaru nodded, “Yeah, and from the looks of everything, long-term trauma and the last time looked like about a week ago.”
“Rough sex with his boyfriend?” Yoshiki asked.
Cha shook his head, “No. The external bruising, cuts and other markings suggest that it started about 10 years ago. Also, if you look at his penis, it’s rather small for a boy his age and there are signs that something was injected into the head in the same area. Blood reports say it was a drug of some sort that causes growth of the penis to slow down and he was nothing more than skin and bones and somewhat short. I removed his femur and I cut it to take a bone marrow sample and according to this,” he then picked his Blackberry back up, “my machine emailed me the results while I was trying to sleep and according to this, other growth stunting drugs were used throughout his life to give him the ‘younger appearance’ look,” he said, then sighed, “Poor kid…”
Yoshiki too sighed, “Do you think my team and I will find these things in his parent’s home?”
“If you know where to look. Miyavi and I can come and help you and bring the ground X-Ray machine, you never can tell.”
Yoshiki stood up and kissed his shaved cheek, “That will be great. While you finish in here, I’ll get Miyavi up and start on breakfast.”
Chachamaru smiled and nodded, “Alright.”
Once Yoshiki was out of the room, You appeared and stood behind Chachamaru as he finished grooming himself, “He doesn’t know your secret, does he?”
Cha sighed and leaned over to spit out the toothpaste, “No. And for some reason, unless Miyavi hasn’t spoke to me, he doesn’t have the curse, either.”
You nodded, “Think you will find the evidence you’ll need to free Satoru?”
Cha nodded, “Yeah, we will find it. It will just take time.”
You nodded, “I hope so,” he then started to cry, “I wish he was here with me. I need him.”
Chachamaru looked at the boy with great sadness in his eyes, “Yeah, I know.”
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Dear Readers,
Please note: Satoru is Gackt. You and Satoru are a pairing, while Yoshiki and Chachamaru are another and Miyavi is Chachamaru’s son with his dead wife (someone I made up)Haruhi. (And yes, it is the name of the girl from Ouran Host Club) I have Miyavi refer to his father the way he does because they are professionals and as such there is protocol needed. Also, unlike Chachamaru, I did not refer to Miyavi as Takamasa because a lot of people get “upset” if I do so, so to my comments low about using Takamasa (even though that is his legal name) I decided not to use it at all in this fic.
Also, I came up with this whole idea off the top of my head. I didn’t look anything up, so if something is off, please forgive me. I used my own knowledge and my love for crime dramas (such as the various Law and Order’s and CSI shows) to help with this fic. So, again, if something is off, I am to blame.
And just for the heck of it, a disclaimer: *clears throat* I do not own the characters used in this story. They belong to the rightful people and therefore will remain to the rightful people. Any reference to shows such as CSI (any and all) and Law and Order (any and all) belong to the rights of the shows and their creators. I merely used them to help with this fic. Please do not take any of this seriously. It is simply just a fanfic. Thank you.