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Preys
Chapter 28: Trust and truth
Megumi took of her medical cap, wiping some sweat off her forehead, mildly annoyed. It was too late to call the administration, but she’d have a word with them tomorrow, about the defective air conditioning system in her autopsy room. In a morgue, that kind of technical problems was a first class miss. She sighed. She had just spent hours on the victims of a car “accident”, including two kids, and after having made abstraction of the fact during her examination, it was now weighting her chest.
Walking in the corridor, she noticed with surprise that lots of her colleagues were still there, smoking outside, in spite of the late hour. They were frantically discussing, what was the matter again? She had made clear, since she had earned a status granting her enough authority in the forensic, that she refused to be interrupted while working. She contained her impulse to join and ask, and entered her office. There were matters more urgent than the latest gossips, and if it were about the VCS again, she’d know soon.
She sighed with satisfaction when she saw that Beshimi and Hannyah’s latest report on Komagata’s analysis was awaiting her, in evidence on top of her desk, and she gave it a look. The chemicals were a typical mix, used by three companies only, one of them having bankrupted three years before. They had most of their stocks on the docks, yet some on the east suburbs, and her assistants had left a note informing her that they were currently trying to get the precise locations. She reached for her phone to get their last progresses, noticing that the message light of the answering machine was blinking. She was about to listen to it, only to bolt when her office door flew open.
“What the….” she stormed, getting pale as she caught the darkened expression of the two cops entering her office.
“The Slayers have Jo-chan and the boss,” started Sagara, hysterical.
Tsunan rushed to support Megumi, whose legs were betraying her. He helped her to her seat.
“Sorry, but there’s no time to lose. Do you have the results of Komagata’s clothes analysis? It’s maybe our only way to guess where Shishio took them.”
The calm and sensible voice helped her to recover her brains.
“Hannyah and Beshimi are still on it,” she said, rushing for her phone. “It’s most probably in the harbor area, but they still have to find out where exactly.”
“It’s something. I call Saitoh. Sano, get the Traffic and ask them to restrain the search for the boss’s car there.”
***
Saitoh’s accusation was still lingering in the section room, the silence getting heavier and heavier, as they were waiting for a lead. Aoshi and he were arguing again, the cop reproaching the profiler for not accepting the idea that he might have been fooled by Seta.
“Enishi is not a killer!” asserted Misao, for the tenth time, entering new data in the computer.
“So where is he? He disappeared at the same time as she did…” retorted Saitoh, also for the tenth time.
I’ve been stupid, he thought. I trusted her judgment too much. I should have gone with Shinomori’s first suspicions. If I hadn’t helped her to free him, she wouldn’t be….
He tightened his fists. He felt like destroying the whole room with his bare hands. His anger was quickly replaced by deadly determination. Whatever, he’d find the bastards. And he’d take no prisoner.
“Saitoh” he barked into his phone. He listened for several seconds. “Call Hijikata and ask for back-up. I want all the cops of this fucking city on the search.”
He cut and announced. “I’m going. Takani is sure that Komagata has been kept in the harbor area, near the docks. I have two addresses.”
“But we can’t be sure that they took Tokio there,” reminded Shinomori.
Saitoh glared at him. He knew it wasn’t sure. But he couldn’t stay here. He had to find Tokio.
***
Tokio was turning slowly into a stone. Enishi….No,no, impossible. All the clues, the strange attitudes, were mixing in her head, so violently it began to hurt.
The killer was Enishi?
He had come, as Shishio expected. He wouldn’t kill Kaoru. The thought imposed itself to her mind. Shishio was still laughing hysterically. She was lost. She was going to die here. But maybe Kaoru would stay alive. If Enishi could get her out of here….
Enishi glanced at her. A quick, one second glance.
“So, do you have any idea of who it is now?” asked the evil next to her.
She reported her attention to him immediately. If she knew?
Kaoru had betrayed Enishi’s feeling, falling in love with Himura Kenshin.
His reactions had been strange. He could be violent, he was instable.
He had an obsession with her, identifying her with his dead sister. He had been watching her.
He had the opportunity to commit the murders, to attack Misao and put the body in her house after stealing her keys.
BUT he was not a killer.
His eyes had not the same madness as Shishio’s. In one second, in that rapid look they had exchanged, she had known it. Enishi would never have decided to kill her, nor Kaoru.
She had to gain time, to distract the monster while Enishi took the girl out of there. At the exact moment when her ropes finally gave up, she cried out in surprise.
***
Saitoh and Aoshi turned to Misao when she shouted.
“Yes! I have them….in order of selection. Shishio, Raijuta…oh good God! No….”
She went so pale that Aoshi thought she was going to faint. Her aquamarine pools turned to him. She was shaken to the core.
Saitoh’s phone rang again. A speechless, trembling Makimachi turned the screen towards them, and as he pressed the hang on button, he hissed: “Son of a bitch”.
***
Shishio turned his head at Tokio’s outburst.
A shadow had jumped silently out of the iron structures, surprising Enishi, who collapsed on the ground. She saw a quick light; something metallic was tossed away. Enishi’s gun.
Shishio stood up. Beyond her shock, Tokio could sense his anticipation, his mad joy at the appearance of….
Oh dear lord.
The image printed in her brain before she interpreted it. Small man, long red hair in a ponytail…..it superposed with another image she had. But no gentle violet eyes here, only golden, cold iris. No soft features, but a hardened, sharper face. No feminine voice, but low, menacing intonations as he growled:
“You shouldn’t have taken her, Shishio.”
Himura Kenshin.
Himura Kenshin was Shishio’s associate. The other Slayer. No mistake this time. All that Shishio had said…Kaoru….he was the only one it could apply to, as Enishi was innocent.
Enishi? Did he just kill Enishi? She was overwhelmed by another wave of panic.
“Long time, no see, Battousai,” answered Shishio in the same deadly tone. He drew his sword, Himura resting his hand on the sheath still containing his, and he went on, his voice bemused again. “It’s been only two weeks, but it feels like an eternity. I was really waiting for that moment. I could have gone with our game a little longer, though….it was pleasant. Why did you have to ruin it?”
“You lost, Shishio. You failed last week,” said Himura, slightly scornful. “You let your prey escape you….You had no right to take mine. Less to involve Kaoru.”
“Well, let’s see if you can get her back….”
They both turned to Tokio. She felt her bones turning into ice. Himura, who had seemed to her only cold and emotionless until then, smiled to her. An inhuman smile, his golden eyes empty of all trace of humanity. Seta. They were the same, she realized. Shishio couldn’t hide his nature, but Seta and Himura were concealing evil behind the mask of innocence.
That made them only more fearful.
“….I’m not even talking of the other one, as you’re too sweet to lay a finger on her. You’re not entitled to victory, Battousai. I told you that your tactic was stupid. They guessed, and that’s why I couldn’t fulfill my goal. This stupid idea of yours got the police interfering again in our battle.”
Tokio was mesmerized at the scene. Our battle….was all that only a game for these two sick…She realized suddenly that they didn’t pay attention to her, too caught in their argument. Keeping her hands behind her back, she let the ropes fall, and winced in pain. Shishio had tied her up so tightly that the blood starting to circulate again was stinging her, as if millions of needles were traveling down her empty veins. She didn’t tear her look away from them, hoping they’d go on long enough for her to recover….She shuddered as Himura’s low, mocking voice echoed in the hangar.
“The police? I’m dealing perfectly well with them! They have another suspect, haven’t they, Takagi?”
He was staring at her again.
“You know, it wasn’t even my idea, at first. I didn’t even think that things would turn out so well for me.” He glanced quickly at Enishi’s motionless body. “When these idiots of the internal affairs came to the pub and discussed about him, I couldn’t believe my good luck.”
“You framed Enishi,” she stated.
He shrugged, contemptuously. “He framed himself. All I had to do was to make a little phone call, passing for a neighbor, and I could get rid of the bastard. My voice’s modulations have always been very helpful to me. But you were a problem again. You had him freed. After insulting my intelligence publicly….”
“Insecure, eh, Battousai….” mocked Shishio. “Your need to prove that you’re smarter than them already brought us trouble. I’ve always thought that it was the point of your stupid idea of following Soujiro’s training tactics….”
“I wouldn’t go there if I were you, Shishio. Your formation of the boy was a stupid mistake. He wasn’t bad, I have to admit it, but not ready to play our game. You’ve been way too impatient. That’s *your* problem. You need to kill too much, you like the game too much, so you had to go with a pitiful replacement for me. As for the police…I’m smarter than them. And than him…” he nodded disdainfully towards Enishi again.
Tokio slid her hands carefully under her folded legs, beginning to untie herself without attracting attention.
“He thought he could hover around Kaoru and get her back anytime, but she’s mine. Nobody can take her away from me. He can’t, you can’t….and those who dare to try will die from my hand.”
“Maybe, then, you shouldn’t have started with taking my woman. It made me think the whole thing over. You didn’t only want to ridicule the police, did you? If you wanted so much to follow the old operation’s path, it was to be sure that they would be led to me before you had to kill her. Tell me, was that your plan, Battousai? Get rid of me, and get away with your girl?”
“Why do you ask if you know the answer?”
“I’ve been underestimating you. I thought that your last twelve pitiful years would have affected your abilities, but I was wrong. I just didn’t think that you would really try to redeem. You can’t be serious. You can’t go back, Battousai, ever.”
Himura tightened his fists. “It can change. I have a life now. A good life.”
Shishio laughed out loud.
“And what did being good did ever bring you exactly? Did it help you to save yourself, as a kid? When you were weak, you were nothing. You got strong and you got power, the power to decide people’s life and death. You are like me, Battousai. You like battle, and you like blood, and you like to kill. You’re made for it. Look at what happened when you tried to change: you ended up as a miserable streets cat.”
“I’ve met her. She likes me to be good.”
“Do you think that she’d like what you did? Or that you’re going to be able to hide it from her eternally?”
“She loves me. She’s mine.” The golden eyes were more than dangerous, now. Primal instinct of possession was filling his lowering voice.
“Oh, I’m sure that she does. She loves you. But only what she knows of you. She’d never accept you as Yumi accepted me. And you know it, or you wouldn’t have taken all these risks to prevent her from learning the truth.”
“If I recall well, your whore wasn’t so happy about the discovery,” countered Battousai. He had stiffened, and his intonations were unemotional again.
“She was surprised, yes…but when I came back to her, she welcomed me. She had time to think about it. She loved me. She accepted to die, Battousai, so nothing could lead the police to us. I won the game, because I was able to let my woman go, and you couldn’t do the same. ”
Komagata had been with him, willingly. Tokio shook her head in disbelief at the revelation, and at the odd pride emanating from Shishio’s voice. She didn’t know if the feelings of this human beast were sickening or moving. He was going on.
“And let’s even give your little girl some credit. Let’s say that she’d forgive you for the past. I have the feeling that the slaughtering of poor, little innocent Miss City Hall wouldn’t be too much to her liking….”
Battousai snorted, utterly scornful: “And you dare to pretend you’re smart? It was simply a protective measure. No witness. That’s the basic rule. That’s why I chose her. Nobody can link me to you anymore.”
Witness? Tokio shook her head. Did Tsubame witness a previous crime of theirs? No, she would have reported it….A look at Shishio’s face showed her that he was as perplex as she was; yet it lit after a few seconds of reflection.
“Ah, was she there? I see, you really had planned everything, since the beginning. You never had any intention to jump on the wagon with me.”
“Of course not. Imbecile that you were, thinking that I would jeopardize my life, that I would jeopardize her, to go with your stupid revenge plan. Kaoru doesn’t know anything. When she wakes up, you and the woman will be dead. The police will find the bastard, and he’ll be locked. Nobody saw me coming here, and I can just disappear. I win ever more than I would have thought. I really wanted to kill this woman. She was on his side. My plan forced me to give up that option, yet you just offered me her head on a silver tray. She’s a witness, too. I kill the targets and the witnesses. She would have become a problem, anyway. ”
“You see? You would have had to kill again. You were already planning it. Your so-called reasons to kill don’t make you different from me. When we met, that day, you could have done something else. You could have gone to the police and denounce me. That was the right thing to do. You didn’t. You chose to kill to stay safe, because you were afraid to lose your girl, because, as each time that you’re insecure, unsatisfied, or in danger to be discovered, the real you reappears.”
“You underestimated me, Shishio, more than you think.”
Tokio stilled, fear constricting her chest, as the man called Battousai addressed her again. Thankfully, his gaze wasn’t leaving Shishio’s, the palatable tension announcing the start of their fight within moments, and none of them noticed the ropes lying at her feet.
“Takagi, we fooled you, and your so-called elite section. Better, we used you. Do you really think that you could have even known about our preys, if it had been only for the love of the game? Ha,” he spat, disdainfully. “We wanted you to find them. He, in particular, wanted you to find them. The army threw us away like garbage, and he never forgave them. He wanted to hit them where it hurts, and the best way, was to lead you to them through the crimes. You could do the job for him. Now, tell me, Shishio-*sempai*, who is the one with the ego issues? Who wanted to destabilize the government, with the scandal that the discovery of our unit would have provoked? Who used our operation tactics against them, because it flattered your sense of irony, and to figure in history books as the serial killer who would have been identified, but never have been caught? Yes, I resented them, but all I wanted was my life. I couldn’t let you destroy it, but you would have gone with your plan anyway. This is why I went along with you. To assure that you would fail. You used the police, and I used you.”
Shishio shook his head, though his eyes were burning with anger.
“Battousai is a part of you. You can’t deny it, and that part of you likes the killing. You would have killed that woman sooner or later. And if your little girl had left you for the cop, you would have killed her, too. I know you, Battousai.”
“You don’t know me at all. I saw your manipulations, how you tried to make me believe that Kaoru was going to leave me for him. I knew that you would have hurt her, if I didn’t seem to accept your idea. I just wanted you, our ex-bosses, and that damn cop, to leave us alone. I never doubted about Kaoru, and that’s why you made your last mistake tonight. It’s time to….”
Tokio was barely recovering from her stupor, at the idea that these two psychopaths had hovered around them for weeks, maybe months, when a moving form attracted her attention. Kaoru was stirring. Oh, no.
“What….Enishi!!!” the girl exclaimed.
Oh, no, not now….Both murderers turned to Kaoru, and Tokio was moving her feet, desperate to recover her mobility, before it was too late. She could see the girl bent over Enishi’s body.
“So, why don’t we ask her now?” proposed Shishio, sarcastically. “Let’s see if you were so right to trust her.”
Tokio couldn’t see Himura’s face, but at the stricken expression of Kaoru when she turned to him, she understood that he hadn’t been fast enough to compose himself.
The green eyes filled with tears, and her voice was almost a sob as she uttered:
“Ken….shin?”
***
“Yes, Kenshin,” mimicked Shishio, obviously having the time of his life. “Well, more exactly, Battousai. So, partner, it’s time to see if your woman can compare to mine….”
The small man, with a scream of pure rage, engaged the fight with Shishio. Tokio soon couldn’t see them, as they had gone farther, the containers on her right blocking her view….and theirs! She tried to walk, falling on her knees, her legs were still numb and it hurt too much….She muffled a warning cry as she saw Kaoru standing up, too, and rushing to them before the girl was aware of her presence.
She didn’t have blood on her clothes. The detail hit Tokio as the moonlight coming through the windows lit Kaoru’s silhouette. Enishi….Battousai wanted to put the blame on Enishi, he needed him alive. Slowly, she stood on her legs and, very cautiously, went to him, staying in the shadows.
“Kenshin….Kenshin, what….”asked desperately Kaoru, running towards him.
He turned, startled, and Shishio took advantage of it to put his sword on the red-haired man’s neck, laughing wickedly.
“I’m not killing you know, don’t worry. I want to see you lose her before, as you stole Yumi from me. Oh…don’t glare at me like this, little girl. All this mess is partly your fault, after all.”
“Shishio Makoto….”
“Yes, we all know who I am, here. I guess that you are less familiar with this face of him, although it’s the real Himura Kenshin. Battousai.” He waited for a while, time for the information to sink in.
Kaoru was still glaring at him, but the incomprehension on her face was telling him that she wouldn’t interrupt his tale.
“It was his nickname when we met, in the army, so many years ago. All of us had a codename. There was the Thunderbolt, the Collector, the Giant, The Black Hat….Only I was going with my real name. I was the strongest, the most respected, it was enough to establish my reputation. Then he integrated the group, after only a few months his fame matched mine, and we had to collaborate for the first time. Decisive, fateful meeting, in a sense….”
“Shishio…” growled the other.
“Shut up, Battousai. I’m telling her more than Yumi had to know, when the police told her. And you, little girl, don’t move, or….”He laughed once more. “Do you know how I got the other one here? I had to threaten your girl to kill you, so she’d phone her…Ironic, isn’t it?”
Tokio froze as she heard him, praying that he didn’t focus his attention on her again. Shishio was shrieking uncontrollably, and she heaved a sigh of relief as Himura spoke, attracting the monster’s gaze on him.
“Kaoru-san….”
Kaoru was staring at him. It was Kenshin’s eyes….gentle eyes….She had imagined this frightful mask he had before….Her hope faded when, at Shishio’s next word, it was back on the beloved face.
“Where was I…Yes, at the reason why we became “partners in crime”. We had to decide who was the strongest, the leader. We couldn’t confront each other directly, of course….We were in the same unit, no way we messed with that. So, as we had also these skills with a sword, we came out with that game. We had to kill, each on our turn, and the one to miss his target or to be arrested would loose. We were in a tie when they dissolved the unit and dismissed us as if we didn’t exist. I had a life in Japan, Yumi, Soujiro, I was pissed off, but I could go on, and, yes, prepare my revenge on them. Not him, obviously, wandering in the streets, like the weakling he really is….”
Himura took advantage of Shishio’s new burst of laughter to get out of his reach, their swords clinging once more.
“Don’t listen to him, Kaoru.”
“He told the truth….” she murmured in a breath, appalled. Her legs trembled. He was Kenshin again, he seemed so sincere, so….desperate, all of a sudden. He was the man she had known, whom she had fallen in love with. She wanted to believe him; she wanted him to explain, so that she would find a way out of her confusion.
“Not everything! I was nothing before I entered the army. But as a soldier, I was very good! I was fast, so fast, they were satisfied with me. I was fighting, for freedom, and to protect my country. I was doing the right thing…I was useful, and I was strong, I felt great….”
“We killed. Political assassinations, is that the correct term?” interrupted Shishio.
“It *was* for freedom!” yelled Himura. “But then…I lost my mind, and it was all their fault. Shishio’s fault. And Battousai’s fault. He was taking control and I could do nothing against him. I didn’t even realize it, only after they ordered us to disappear, and told that they’d kill us if we talked. They didn’t need me anymore. They treated me like a nothing, and I was useless again. I thought that maybe what I had done had been wrong. I was confused, I didn’t know what to do…. Until I met you. You’ve been the first person who have ever been nice to me….You were an angel. With you, I could be a good person, you showed me what it was. The past didn’t count. It was a mistake, I could forget it, and control Battousai….Don’t leave me, Kaoru, I need you….”
She hesitated, tears running down her cheeks. He was looking like Kenshin again. Not like that horrible Battousai. Maybe he was just sick, and needed some help, yes, maybe if she helped him, he could avoid making mistakes….Mistakes. Murders. Shishio. Slayers. Her brain seized when the full impact of what all that meant struck her, and the shock emptied her lungs.
She uttered, her voice choking: “You’re the other Slayer! You killed again with him, even now, with me! You…” Her eyes widened. “YOU hurt Misao-chan! You killed Sanjo-san…”
She fell on her knees, shaking her head in denial, her whole body trembling. “You’re not my Kenshin!” she yelled. ”You’re a murderer….and….Enishi…you…”
She was incoherent, her eyes so big in her little face, her eyes full of tears. He had retrieved his Battousai expression, and his tone was imperative. “I had to. They were obstacles. It’s almost over. I’ll take care of them, and we forget about it. We make a new start. You’re mine, and I won’t ever give you up. Our love is stronger than that.”
She screamed out, horrified. “How can you say that! You’re a monster! Stay away from me! I want Kenshin, not you!”
He froze, turning a quasi-blank stare to her. Shishio’s mocking voice raised.
“Oops…It seems that I was right, Battousai. She doesn’t love you that much, do she? And now, she’s a witness. Basic rule. You know what’s left to do.”
To be continued.
Author’s notes:
As always, thanks a lot to my beta-readers, Firuze, L.Sith and Mary-Ann. Thanks also to Mighymightymunson, for her insight and reassurance.
Yes it was Kenshin. I think that it was pretty obvious….and I didn’t try to make it too subtle either (the key, the “Slayer”, etc…), because, well, it isn’t a very usual portrayal.For the why and how, all is in the fic, with the final explanations in the two next chapters. Nevertheless, the bases are the following:
-Some people have a very mellow vision of Kenshin during the Bakumatsu. It’s their right, but I disagree: he was a cold-blooded assassin, killing not even for a personal reason, but because he was ordered to. This is why I could make him the murderer, option that I wouldn’t have with Yahiko, Kaoru and Misao, for example. Battousai and Kenshin are the same person, no schizophrenia (medically speaking), no evil twin, nor evil spirit possession.
-I stick to my beliefs: you can’t change the core of a character in AU, on that mere pretext. I changed Kenshin’s history in order to change his personality. It is evident, during the flashback Kenshin/Tomoe (tome 20), that he was losing himself in madness, and that Tomoe’s presence, but also Hiko’s teachings (in the “taste of sake” scene) were the two things signaling to his sense that something was wrong. In this AU, he didn’t meet Tomoe, he didn’t receive the education and moral basis given by Hiko: this is why, after I recreated the conditions of his working as an assassin (this is why I needed the secret unit), he couldn’t find this way out. For his hard life hinted here, he was an orphan in the hands of slave traders when Hiko found him: a life of abuse is a plausible option. (Aoshi’s reflection about ijime were a clue, too)
-Nevertheless, he is different from Shishio: he didn’t kill Misao (she was nice to him and saw nothing) and as for Tsubame, she was a witness (of what is hinted, re: chapter 12 and 26). The nice Kenshin appearing earlier is reminiscent of his personality as a child (I didn’t try to suppress this, it is part of his core personality): it wasn’t an act. It was actually the biggest clue of Kenshin being the Slayer, since this naïve sweetness is OOC for Kenshin as an adult. It is obvious enough, I hope, that he didn’t have the intention to go on killing. He wanted to redeem, but this universe didn’t give him the opportunities he had in the manga. He just wasn’t taught the right way to.
-Kenshin proves in the manga that he can see through complicated strategies (Shishio’s plans with Rengoku), which means that he can also create some. For Misao’s attack, a quick capacity of reaction and building strategies is common to all fighters (fight with Senkaku shows it particularly). I based his possessive behavior on his reaction to Tomoe’s abductors in Otsu, and on the fact that he gets besides himself when Kaoru is threatened. The rest of his reactions are based mainly on his fight with Saitoh at Kamiya Dojo, as well as on Hiko’s judgment on him (arrogance, price to pay for intervening). A last remark on Kenshin, pay attention to who speaks, in particular what Shishio says is his interpretation.
Finally, about Kaoru’s reaction to Battousai: it’s the right of some authors to like this pairing, but it is also mine to consider it as a very OOC one since with Misao/Kenshin, it is the only one explicitly rejected by the girl in the manga. Kaoru is clearly afraid and repulsed by Battousai, and doesn’t want him (very obvious during the Saitoh/Kenshin fight at Kamiya Dojo). And though K/K are imo made for each other, a Kenshin without Tomoe’s gift of redemption couldn’t have been the man Kaoru met in 1879 and she hence wouldn’t have fallen for him.
I’ve always wondered what would happen if Kenshin had drowned in his dark side, but I don’t like to change the events of the manga, and I was reluctant to for that particular case of figure, anyway. This is an AU Kenshin: I think that I explained the modifications enough, but it’s an alternate. It’s a transposition, based on IC streaks of temper, but no more than a “what if”.
About Enishi, of course, his image of “psycho” made him a prime suspect, but considering that I kept the trauma of Tomoe’s death, making him incapable to hurt a woman, it was evident that he couldn’t be the murderer. In this AU, he was made justice (hence the importance of Verdict for the plot of Preys), he had people ready to help him, and a chance to avoid a Jinchuu-like scenario. BTW, I kept his flaws: he isn’t a model of stability either.
Next chapter: Final showdown, part two of this chapter. Last warning: it’s darker, with character deaths.
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