Of Truth and Lies
Chapter One
1
Evening had finally begun, as jade eyes looked over the darkening water of the clear lake, while the sun slowly set. The memory of the pain was long gone, she had realized as she stared at the man before her. A cough raked the slight form as the evening wind blew. The man was a remnant from a past, which was best forgotten.
'Why" was her only question, 'Why does it have to be this way.'
The questions vanished from her mind as she leapt upon the figure, sinking her fangs into his neck, moaning with joy even as he moaned in pain.
Her eyes darkened as she finished her feeding, letting her prey sink to the ground with a small "thump."
She let out a hollow laugh, bearing no remorse toward the dried corpse. Death was nothing new to this child of the night. Her hands slipped the buttons on her shirt, and she examined the strange wound she didn't remember receiving, wincing in pain even as the cold puckered her nipples.
A sigh escaped scarlet-stained lips as she waited for the flesh to heal at its amazing speed. The jarred flesh blended together, in till once again returned to its smooth, pale state.
Her body became used to the cold, but she was still hungry-- so hungry. The faint coppery smell of fresh blood hung in the air, tantalizing her sense of smell.
She turned her head sideways, her demonic senses taking hold of her, quickly running down the alleyway, her eyes flickered briefly to a bloody red.
2
The Reports of murder seemed to grow every other day, for Date Seiji.
A soft growl noted his irritation for the massive amounts of paperwork, after all, his skills were beyond the menial tasks of data-processing. He rubbed at his temples, slender fingers not doing the job that they intended.
He let out a reluctant sigh and moved towards the paperwork, slowly opening the first folder, his eyes remained impassive as he saw the decapitated corpse.
Name: Yaguy Kenshi
Age: 86
Weight: 182
Cause of Death: Loss of blood though punctures in jugular vein
Relative: Yaguy Nasuti (granddaughter)
The relative's name definitely caught his waning attention.
"Yaguy," he mouthed, quickly inputting the surname into the network that the health care companies used. He glanced at the computer, his fingers tapped the wooden framework of his desk impatiently. A loud 'beep' caught his attention, as a window popped up upon the glass screen of his computer. Barely used facial muscles rearranged his mobile mouth as his lips twisted into a grin.
"Hello," he intoned to the screen, the information not what he had his eye on, but the picture that accompanied the profile. It was then, that the computer decided to become the devil; it restarted.
"Che" he swore, while he tired to not only reboot his computer, but also try and retrieve the lost file.
"Need any help," as voice called behind him.
Seiji spun his chair around, his fist hitting the desk as well as his legs. Switching to English cursing, he rubbed his abused legs and then glared at the person standing casually in the doorway.
A navy-blue haired man stood at the doorway, his dark cobalt eyes regarded his friend for a second, before handing him another manila folder. "Here you go."
"Oh boy, more work," he grunted as he skimmed though the papers of the folder.
Meanwhile, his blue hair friend, leaned over toward the keyboard, bringing back the image that was lost to Seiji.
"Pretty girl, who is she?"
"That is a suspected murderer," Seiji replied quietly.
"But... she looks so naive and young." Touma muttered as he rubbed the nape of his neck, being a detective was a tiring, time-consuming, and sometimes tedious job.
"Haven't you every heard the expression, things aren't always what they seem?"
"I've heard it, but she looks too naive."
Two honey-gold eyebrows raised at this as Seiji gasped and continued, "Naive, do you even know what that means?"
"Naive: marked by unaffected simplicity," he stated smugly.
"Fuck you," Seiji replied.
"Later, pretty boy," Touma said huskily before leaving the other man to sit there, disgusted.
Grabbing a near by book, Seiji threw it towards Touma, in hope of it whipping the smirk off his face.
It worked, and quite well, Seiji thought as he gazed in satisfaction at the unsightly bruise now marring the other man's face.
"Nope, sorry," he replied apologetically, a satisfied smile in place.
A groan was all that was heard from Touma, as he left the small office, slamming the door behind him.
Seiji glared at the computer screen, then placed a phone call to a certain police officer who wouldn't mind dragging Nasuti in for questioning.
3
The call did not take long at all, as the black-haired young man set down the receiver. Upon hearing Seiji's request to pick up this female named Nasuti, his tiger blue eyes shone; this was his first time he was going to escort someone to see Seiji.
Sighing, the young man stood up from his desk and said to himself, "Today is going to be a long day."