Borderline

Disclaimer: I just wish I owned these boys... wish I have wish I might but I could never have them, they belong to their respective owner.

Chapter 2

Crime Scene


Schuldig switched the library light on, inhaling as deep as he could as he saw rows and stacks of his previous practice boxes arranged in alphabetical order. Sighing heavily still unable to shake off the creepy feeling he started to unpack the first box.

He continued listening the tapes of all his previous session, flapping through the files, working through the morning hours; unaware of the time flying by and yet he couldn't find a match. This will take time He began to yawn, look at his wristwatch, a Tag Heur, a gift from his lover for his birthday.

He remembered the young man over the phone rambling about hearing voices in his head. That narrowed the search, he thought. He rummaged thru the boxes, arranging and dividing the files and the tapes according to diagnoses. Paranoia, schizophrenics, phobias and any case related to hallucinations and delusions.

In the silence of the library, his mind wondered, remembering his practice days. Over the years, through experience, he could diagnose people from their behavioral. Their body language, action speaks louder than words. Patients that were referred to him were genuinely insane, some were drug induced and some-he knew are simply born evil.

He remembered a 10-year-old patient that he treated 3 years ago. The girl enjoyed watching death. Watching in fascination the trapped insect or live animals gasping for its life. At the age of 11, she experimented on her mother and baby sister.

During one of the session, he had asked her what does she think of her mother. She leered at him and said, "Mom?? Mmmmmm.... Nice pussy".

His stomach growled, screaming to be fed. Ahh... Haraheta!! He was wondering what is Yohji doing now.

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Yohji parked his car near the crime scene. The serene night was marked with blinking symphony of red and blue light nixed with the screaming sounds of sirens. Yohji could see that neighbors from few houses away had gathered around the house and whispering and gossiping among themselves, coming up stories with their own theories.

Yohji walked through the crowd; in few moments the news predator would be swarming through the area catching the scope of the day. Death and misery are things that bring food on their table. Can't blame them.

The house was grid with the plastic yellow line in its popular slogan 'POLICE LINE DO NOT CROSS'. Yohji flashed his badge and walked through the yellow line. He was greeted by his fellow partner Asuka and followed her into the house while glancing at two officers, holding their stomach; throwing out whatever cuisine they had consumed earlier... mostly donuts.

"Not a pretty sight inside" Asuka grimed.

"A family and a guests couple, the wife f spr sprawling on stairways, the husband crucified at his bedroom door, the guests was shot on face point blank in the guestroom" Asuka briefed him. "That two cops outside, they were doing the fingerprint dusting when they stumbled upon the baby"

"Baby?"

"9 months! Wrapped in the aluminium foil, found in the oven"

"God!" Yohji's began sweating.

"As I told you, not a pretty sight."

When they entered the house, Yohji hair at the back of his neck standing. The house was warm and dark permeated with a smell of human barbequed flesh. No lights except the constant flashing of the coroner's camera came from the bedroom. He shivered.

"Fasten your seat belt, the journey to hell began"

He grumbled.

Asuka led him to the stairways, there, lay sprawling a body of a middle age woman, with her mouth stuffed with a stocking, a phone cables were coiled er ner neck.

"Estimated time of death 2.00 to 3.00 am, cause of death is stab wound here-let me show you"

She took out a pen and showed him the wound. "Stabbed from her neck and cut was dragged down to her spine, the cables at her neck was a mere display"

"A diversion?"

She shrugged at the question. "Or simply a statement, 'Catch me if you can". She continued. "The mother was still alive until she reached the stairways. Notice the blood trail? She dragged herself from the bedroom towards the stairs." She pointed. "She was stabbed again repeatedly."

She proceeded explaining while they were walking towards the bedroom. The house marble floor which was once white were now crimsoned, stained by the blood flowing like a small stream.

"A sign of her trying to warn somebody. The husband?" Yohji said.

"Both main and guest bedroom are downstairs "

" What's upstairs?"

"Children's room. They had two, a daughter and a son." She pointed out at the family portrait hanging on wall. "The neighbors informed that the daughter had gone for a holiday with her close friend"

"The son?"

"No sign of him in the house!"

"Who found the bodies?"

She grimaced. "A neighbor, he heard someone scream, he called, and no one answered, he peeked, as a good neighborly Samaritan, he smashed the front door and voila!"

"Wanna hear more of my theories?" She asked.

"It doesn't hurt"

"There are more then one person involved, the mother was killed first, the husband heard something strange, came out from the bedroom, hit by a blunt object before he was mutilated and crucified, another proceed to guestroom, shot the couple point blank on face. Took the baby, wrapped it and baked it"

Yohji face blanched when he visualized the baby.

"The tour isn't over yet, I'll show you the wall"

Yohji's eyes widened as he gazed at the wall, smeared with indefinable abstracts of patterns.

"The art of modern Picasso. Painted with DNA's"

"Victim's?"

"Crime Lab had taken samples for process, we'll get the answer."

She turned at the coroner who is patiently waiting. "We're done! They are all yours!"

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Schuldig sighed for the umpteenth times today. And here I thought, there's a joy of my early retirement-. He picked up the phone and dialed.

Two rings and he heard a deep rich husky and sleepy voice from the other end. "Hello"

"Hey! Sleeping beauty!"

"Schuldig?"

"Did I wake you up? Ahh... Poor baby-needed his sleep, doing anything on your-- ehem! -So called date last night?"

"Does this conversation has a point or do you want me to hung up"

"Awww!! Braddy-kins!!! I'm hurt- can't sleep last night-"

"And you decide to call me because-?"

"I miss your rich husky voice to sing me a lullaby..." He was rewarded with a snort.

Schuldig knew the other man very well, his best friend, and a shoulder that he can rely and cry on. Bradley Crawford, a fellow MD. Mummy and Daddy had left him a vast fortune and he had used it for investment, starts a company that turned out to be a major success and dropped his medical practice. A young, rich, good-looking eligible man. Schuldig was so closed with the American man that they were mistaken as a couple.

Crawford is a man of taste. Yohji branded him as the 'YSL' group - 'Young, Single and Loaded or may be Lonely' not to mention cold, stuck up, spoiled brat etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. Despite those qualities, he had introduced his half - brother named Hidaka Ken to him.

Yesterday was his first date. Today... he is sleepy. Schuldig grinned.

"Are you free?"

"Nah! But I'm cheap. What's up?"

"I need your help"

"Hmm... Money? I thought we covered that. Sex? That was covered too. Therapy? Hey! you the shrink. So what possibly could I help you?"

"I'm serious Crawford, I received a disturbing call this morning and had tried to identify the voice based on my previous patients. No match and I like to bring the tape and let you listen. See if you could recognize it"

He heard a yawn. "Sure! Come on over"

"By the way, how's your date? You sound tired" He teased.

Crawford hung up.

Schuldig placed the receiver down and dressed to meet Crawford. He left a post-it-note at the refrigerator to Yohji on his where about in case he came home earlier than him.

He ignited the car and sped off.

He was humming along with the song along the street when someone ran towards his car.

Schuldig hit the brake pedal in a nick of time.

-TBC-

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Me: Another chapter that is not being beta-ed yet. Please forgive if it's quite unreliable to read -_-
Fuuma: May be you can asked someone to be the beta reader for this one??
Me: *sigh* I don't know whether anyone will have an interest to be the beta reader for this one. Appreciate a lot if anyone would! *hopeful look*
Anyway.. I hope this chapter is not a disappointment


Thank you for reading ^^