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10:15 PM, Wednesday January 29th

The paramedics arrived first. They saw the corpse lying in an ocean of blood, and the lead approached it, checking hopelessly for a pulse, slowly shaking his head at the empty feeling.

“I’m sorry, but he’s—”

“Isn’t there anything you can do? Can’t you… Try to bring him back or something?” Axel blurted, pleading look in his deep green eyes.

“Sorry, sir, but just by the looks of it your friend has… Passed away a while ago,” A cold voice came from behind them.

Axel cried, flinging himself over the dead body.

“I’m going to have to ask you to refrain from touching the body anymore… In addition to the crime scene. Police orders. Please step outside for a second while we search for evidence,” came the voice again, calm and emotionless.

Axel turned to face the owner of the voice. A short, blonde young man stood there, crossing his arms. He wore a beige trench coat. He looked no older than twenty-two. He rose a brow at Axel. “Excuse me sir? Something wrong?”

Blue eyes.

“N-nothing, officer, I’ll be going. As long as it will help find Dem’s killer,” Axel sniffed as he slowly stood up, clothes covered in blood. He wiped away some stray tears, spreading blood all over his face. The short officer watched him as he stepped outside, to be greeted by other investigators, pestering him with questions.

“Can I just not talk about this now? Please?” Axel sighed, placing his face in his hands.

“No, I’ll be taking over this interview now,” that same cold voice came again.

“Lieutenant Strife, should we help inside?” one of the outside officers asked.

“That would help. I’ll take care of this guy,” the lieutenant sighed, plopping down next to where Axel sat, hunched over on a wall outside the small house.

“How old are you, anyway?” Axel questioned, leaning in to look at the officer.

“I believe I’m supposed to be asking the questions here…”

“I’d feel more open to answering if you told me more about yourself.”

The other rolled his eyes. He dug through his pocket, then flipped out a wallet, showing off a police badge and driver’s license.

“Lieutenant Roxas Strife. Age 20, 5’6”, 123 pounds. Happy?” he sighed, telling off his stats.

“Very. That was more than I was expecting… I’m not complaining though.”

“You seem relatively light and happy… Considering your… Lover, was it? just got shot,” Roxas stated flatly, jotting down some notes.

“Oh god, did you have to remind me?” Axel moaned, face dropping into his hands as he began to sob. “Do you think it’s easy for me? To talk about this so soon after seeing him… Sprawled across the floor in a puddle of blood?”

“Sorry,” the blonde said nonchalantly, flipping through his notepad. “Axel, is it?”

“Axel Kasai. Age 27, 6’3”, 119 pounds…” Axel droned, dazing out a bit.

“Right… Thanks,” Roxas answered, giving him a strange look as he jotted down some notes.

“You’re really young to be a lieutenant. What are you, some sort of a genius?” Axel mused, looking at the blonde.

“I went through school fast,” Roxas recited, not looking up. “Now what I need to ask you—”

“Please… Can we do this tomorrow? We can go have coffee or something… Please?” Axel begged, eyes filling with liquid, several tears sliding down his face as he looked the blonde straight in the eyes. “It’s just so much for me to handle.”

Roxas scribbled something down before answering, “Alright, you seem to unstable now anyway.”

Mood swings. Sad happy sad. Hitting on me. Suspect?: Yes.

“Thank you lieutenant,” Axel replied, wiping away some tears. Roxas ripped a page out of his notepad.

“Meet me there at 12:00 PM tomorrow,” Roxas stated dully as he handed over the paper with a name and address of a coffee shop sprawled across it messily.

“Thanks again, I really do need to rest,” Axel sighed, taking the paper gingerly.

“Yeah, you really do…”

Description
10:15 PM, Wednesday January 29th

The paramedics arrived first. They saw the corpse lying in an ocean of blood, and the lead approached it, checking hopelessly for a pulse, slowly shaking his head at the empty feeling.

“I’m sorry, but he’s—”

“Isn’t there anything you can do? Can’t you… Try to bring him back or something?” Axel blurted, pleading look in his deep green eyes.

“Sorry, sir, but just by the looks of it your friend has… Passed away a while ago,” A cold voice came from behind them.

Axel cried, flinging himself over the dead body.

“I’m going to have to ask you to refrain from touching the body anymore… In addition to the crime scene. Police orders. Please step outside for a second while we search for evidence,” came the voice again, calm and emotionless.

Axel turned to face the owner of the voice. A short, blonde young man stood there, crossing his arms. He wore a beige trench coat. He looked no older than twenty-two. He rose a brow at Axel. “Excuse me sir? Something wrong?”

Blue eyes.

“N-nothing, officer, I’ll be going. As long as it will help find Dem’s killer,” Axel sniffed as he slowly stood up, clothes covered in blood. He wiped away some stray tears, spreading blood all over his face. The short officer watched him as he stepped outside, to be greeted by other investigators, pestering him with questions.

“Can I just not talk about this now? Please?” Axel sighed, placing his face in his hands.

“No, I’ll be taking over this interview now,” that same cold voice came again.

“Lieutenant Strife, should we help inside?” one of the outside officers asked.

“That would help. I’ll take care of this guy,” the lieutenant sighed, plopping down next to where Axel sat, hunched over on a wall outside the small house.

“How old are you, anyway?” Axel questioned, leaning in to look at the officer.

“I believe I’m supposed to be asking the questions here…”

“I’d feel more open to answering if you told me more about yourself.”

The other rolled his eyes. He dug through his pocket, then flipped out a wallet, showing off a police badge and driver’s license.

“Lieutenant Roxas Strife. Age 20, 5’6”, 123 pounds. Happy?” he sighed, telling off his stats.

“Very. That was more than I was expecting… I’m not complaining though.”

“You seem relatively light and happy… Considering your… Lover, was it? just got shot,” Roxas stated flatly, jotting down some notes.

“Oh god, did you have to remind me?” Axel moaned, face dropping into his hands as he began to sob. “Do you think it’s easy for me? To talk about this so soon after seeing him… Sprawled across the floor in a puddle of blood?”

“Sorry,” the blonde said nonchalantly, flipping through his notepad. “Axel, is it?”

“Axel Kasai. Age 27, 6’3”, 119 pounds…” Axel droned, dazing out a bit.

“Right… Thanks,” Roxas answered, giving him a strange look as he jotted down some notes.

“You’re really young to be a lieutenant. What are you, some sort of a genius?” Axel mused, looking at the blonde.

“I went through school fast,” Roxas recited, not looking up. “Now what I need to ask you—”

“Please… Can we do this tomorrow? We can go have coffee or something… Please?” Axel begged, eyes filling with liquid, several tears sliding down his face as he looked the blonde straight in the eyes. “It’s just so much for me to handle.”

Roxas scribbled something down before answering, “Alright, you seem to unstable now anyway.”

Mood swings. Sad happy sad. Hitting on me. Suspect?: Yes.

“Thank you lieutenant,” Axel replied, wiping away some tears. Roxas ripped a page out of his notepad.

“Meet me there at 12:00 PM tomorrow,” Roxas stated dully as he handed over the paper with a name and address of a coffee shop sprawled across it messily.

“Thanks again, I really do need to rest,” Axel sighed, taking the paper gingerly.

“Yeah, you really do…”