#crime and murder wooooooo

[misteria247]

I'm a slut for crime stuff sue me

That Tokyo Summer

Warning: This fic contains blood, gore, somewhat strong language, crime scenes, character death and brutal murders. If any of this makes y'all uncomfortable I highly encourage y'all to check out my other works.

Summertime in Japan was a rather dreadful ordeal. It was humid and suffocating, with the sun baring down on the Japanese citizens mercilessly. Cicadas and other summer insects buzzed loudly adding to the insufferable heat that plagued the Tokyo region at the time. Those who were out and about were already regretting their choices and daydreaming about going back into their homes into the blessed air conditioning, and many of them did just that only going out when necessary. However some weren't as lucky as those who were blessed and were forced to endure the ungodly humidity and be miserable, sweating and grumbling underneath their breaths as they went to work like many responsible adults.

And one those poor souls who were enduring this heat was Yatagarasu Goro, a new rookie in the Japanese Police Department. The young man was currently experiencing his first summer within the confines of the station, witnessing firsthand just how awful it was. The building was hot and stuffy, the air conditioner that they owned letting out pathetic little rattling noises as it desperately tried to keep up with the humidity and keep the office cool. Yata was sitting at his desk, his tie loosened and his suit jacket hung over his chair as he tried to cool down from the unrelenting heat. A small electrical fan sat on his desk running at full speed in a vain attempt to help him cool down however it was just spreading the humid air around more. Yata stared at his desk as he lazily looked through the paperwork that he was assigned to, trying not to be too distracted by the heat.

The words seemed to blend together and the man let out a small sigh of somewhat annoyance. Running his hand through his black hair and grimacing at the sweaty texture of it, he continued to somewhat do his tasks when he heard the door open at the entranceway of the station. Confused and curious as to who could be coming into the station on such a hot day, he glanced up and was met with the sight of a very tall man. The man was standing at the check in desk, dressed in a tan trenchcoat and hat talking quietly to the receptionist. Yata watched the strange man baffled by his outfit choice when the man was given the okay to head further into the station. As quick as he'd shown up the stranger disappeared into the doorway leading further into the station.

Yata stared at the door for a beat, his curiosity perked. However a loud cough made his gaze snap towards the receptionists desk to see the woman giving him a stern look. Yata felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment at having been caught staring and quickly went back to work. The receptionist gave him one last look before going back to her duties as well satisfied that he was no longer being nosy. Yata marched on through the paperwork, forgetting about the strange man in the haze of his work.

~~~~~

It wasn't often that he was called back home but the chief of his old department. It was rather rare if he was being completely honest. So when he'd gotten a call a few days ago asking for him to return, he hadn't put much thought into it instead packing his bags and returning to the land of his birth. With long strides he walked towards the office where the chief was, knocking on the door to let him know.

"Come in."

A voice, old and gruff called out. Given the permission to enter he opened the door and stepped into the office. The chief looked up from his files and papers and gave a small smile of welcome to his guest.

"Ah Inspector Zenigata, I'm so glad you came. Please have a seat."

The chief said gesturing towards the old chairs in front of his desk. Zenigata took a seat, glancing around the office while he waited for the chief to speak. After a moment the older man finally put down the files and cleared his throat snapping Zenigata's attention to him.

"First off I'd like to thank you for coming on such short notice Inspector, I know how busy you are what with ICPO and the Lupin case."

The chief said showing his gratitude and making the taller man squirm in his seat somewhat at it.

"It's no trouble sir, I had nothing going on anyway since Lupin and his gang have gone quiet. Besides I couldn't just not come given how serious things sounded on your call."

Zenigata said sincerely. The chief gave a small hum however at the mention of the call his expression went somber and much more serious.

"Still I'm grateful for your presence here Inspector. I'm guessing that you're probably wondering why I called you so urgently back home."

The older man began earning a nod of confirmation.

"The reason I've called you back is because of this."

The chief said holding out a vanilla folder towards the inspector. Zenigata took it and opened the file only to flinch at what he saw. Photos of two dead bodies greeted him, of a man and a woman, their bodies slashed and beaten into what could be bluntly identified as a pulp. The man's head was beaten in, his eyes staring lifelessly, his chest a torn canvas of slashes and bruises. The woman was no better, her throat having been slashed and her body in the same condition as the man's. It was a disturbing sight and it was one of many that Zenigata has seen within his long career of being a detective.

"Their names are Tashi and Mei Takahashi, a married couple. They were found in their home a few days ago, with no forced signs of entry."

The chief explained while Zenigata continued to look at the files, studying the photos of the victims. The inspector couldn't help but be slightly confused as to why he was called out to Japan for something like this, clearly it was a murder case and he liked to think that his old department could handle something to this degree. Unless......

"This isn't the only instance this has happened has it?"

Zenigata questioned zoning his dark eyes onto the chief. The man was quiet for a beat, looking older than he was, expression hallowed and filled with a type of defeat.

"No this isn't. Over the course of the past three months there have been other cases like this one. Of a couple being murdered much in the same fashion. We've had four couples murdered within that span that we know of, the Takahashis being the fifth. However their case is different from the others."

He said deathly serious. Zenigata felt his body tense up and become more alert at the information.

"Different? Different how?"

The inspector asked already thinking of all the possibilities as he flipped through the files only to stop on one picture in particular. It was a family photo of Tashi and Mei and in between them was a little girl no more than eight or nine years old. The chief took a deep breath and spoke.

"They have a daughter Minako, she's the only survivor from the massacre. She's also our witness."

The older man said dropping the bomb shell. Zenigata's head snapped up at the information.

"Zenigata you're one of the best we've got in figuring out what exactly happened. We need you to find the killer while we keep Minako safe and hidden from them."

He said staring straight into Zenigata. The inspector straightened up in his seat, his gaze determined now that he knew the stakes of this case. If he didn't find the killer and they found out about Minako then she too would face the same fate as her parents had. And that was something Zenigata would never allow.

"I'll do it."

He said earning a relived look from the chief.

"Thank you Zenigata. There's also one more thing about this case that needs to be said. Since so many things are happening at the moment, we've decided that we would give you a partner for this case."

The man said making Zenigata's eyebrows raise in shock.

"A partner??"

The younger man asked earning another nod from the chief as he fiddled with his tie.

"Yes a partner, he's one of our brightest our department's got and I think that he'll be of use for you on this case."

The chief explained. Zenigata grew a thoughtful look going silent for a beat before accepting this partner.

"Alright then. Who is he?"

Zenigata asked wanting to see who exactly he'd be working with.

"His name is..."

~~~~~

"Yatagarasu Goro, the chief is wanting to speak to you."

The receptionist's voice called out making the young man jump in his seat and out of his focus. Blinking to readjust his eyes Yata stood up, a sense of dread filling him as he stumbled to fix his tie and make himself look more presentable.

'Why would the chief want to see me?? Did I do something wrong?? Oh God what if he's going to fire me??'

Yata's thoughts raced as he made his way through the doorway and down the hallway towards the chief's office. Wiping the sweat from his forehead and rubbing his hands on his pants to stop them from sweating as well Yata raised his fist to knock on the door.

"Come in Yatagarasu."

The chief's voice called out and with a shaky breath Yata turned the door knob and stepped inside. He was instantly greeted by the sight of the chief, and standing next to his desk was the strange tall man he'd seen earlier.

"Yatagarasu, this is Inspector Zenigata. Inspector this is Yatagarasu Goro, your new partner for this case."

The chief said introducing them. Yata's eyes went wide at the information before he was startled by the Inspector's hand reaching out to shake his hand. Yata met him halfway and shook his hand, noting the strength the Inspector's grip had. Now closer to the older man Yata quickly took note of his new partner. Inspector Zenigata was a tall man, at least six feet with a wide, sturdy build filled with some muscle. His eyes were a dark brown and intelligent and framed by rather nice eyelashes, his facial features strong and sharp and his skin tanned from being in the sun so much. All in all Inspector Zenigata looked rather imitating with his build and sharp eyes.

"I'll let Inspector Zenigata fill you in on your case."

The chief said clearly dismissing the duo from his office. Zenigata was quick to leave it with Yata now following behind him, watching the older man with curiosity as well as caution. Zenigata didn't bother saying anything as they made their way out, it was only when they were near the exit and near Yata's desk that Zenigata spoke.

"I'll be back here later to discuss with you about the case. I have some things I need to do before we can get started. Till then finish whatever you need to finish and then pack whatever you'll need."

Zenigata stated earning a quick and shaky nod from Yata.

"Yes of course Senpai-! I'll see you later."

Yata said scrambling in his words. Zenigata just gave him a small look before leaving the department, the sounds of the door filling the humid atmosphere along with the sounds of keyboards typing and papers being shuffled as his coworkers watched the exchange. Once Zenigata was gone Yata went back to his desk, the earlier annoyance he'd had due to the heat forgotten for the time being as he once again started on his work only now with a renewed vigor. He could hear a few snickers and whispers from his coworkers but he paid them no mind. He'd worry about that stuff later, for now he had things to do and a case to prepare for.

Little did Yatagarasu Goro know that this case would be the start of something he'd never predict.

*I told y'all I'd probably write something based on the fact that there's a sore lack of origin meeting stories between Zenigata and Yatagarasu lol. Okay so for context this is gonna be my first crime type of fanfiction that involves like detectives and murders and such so please be patient with me cuz I'm new to all of this! Also I do plan on featuring Lupin and the gang later in this fic if I can figure out how. This fic is basically just me as well as y'all going on a little ride and seeing where it takes us so I hope y'all will stick around!! Anyways hope y'all enjoy!!*

[omercifulheaves]

Favorite Monsters - It

From: The novel “It” by Stephen King One of my favorite things is when we get a monster so outside human comprehension in some way or another that calling it by a simple word is the only thing that can do it justice. To give something a name is to contain it after a fashion. But to just call it a word? Now, there's some space to move there. There it's like you're up against something that embodies an idea rather than something corporeal. (Compare "Alien" to "Xenomorph" if you will.) Stephen King's It is a creature that thrives in that space. It can present itself as Pennywise The Clown or Bob Gray. It can be the Wolfman or The Crawling Eye or The Teenage Werewolf. It can be the alligator in the sewers. It can be the shadows you see moving in the windows of that house where you know what happened. It's can be the thing under the bed and in your closet. But none of these are It. These are simply masks, simply puppets bandied about by the true thing. And even that may simply be another mask for something worse. Every boogeyman you can think of, It can be. And It is still more than that. But there is one thing that you can definitely say It *is.* It is what you find in every small town, no matter how quiet and peaceful it looks on the surface. It is the abuse that goes on behind the closed doors of that nice house down the street. It is that terrible thing that happened to that innocent that we don't like to talk about. It is the bloodshed that happened all those years ago that laid the foundations for your town. It is that fire that happened in the black part of town that nobody knows anything about. (Hence why one of the first murders we see It commit is based on a rather infamous hate crime of the time. Subtext! It's For Cowards (tm)) It is Stephen King's most concrete statement on the ugliness that goes on in places like this, that we want to ignore because this isn't the big, messy crime ridden city. This is the place where nothing happens and everybody knows everybody. This is the place where everything is *normal.** Which is one of the issues I had with the recent movies, which I feel didn't quite dig into one of the more horrifying things about It...this distressingly symbiotic relationship it had with the town of Derry. It was there long before humans stepped foot in this place and once they did, It and the local populace became very much intertwined. It seems to have influence on the local population, an ability to make them look away from what's happening around them and keep them nice and oblivious. Almost like It's made the place into It's own personal cattle farm and slaughterhouse. There's a reason the phrase "a feeding ground for monsters" is used to describe Derry. And what makes It even worse? It's an absolute jerk about it. It *enjoys* making you suffer before you die. It's like a cosmic version of that kid that gets his kicks out of pulling the wings off flies or setting ants on fire with a magnifying glass, only you're the insect in question.

Huh. Maybe eldritch entities that are so above humanity they don't regard us at all aren't so bad in retrospect.   (*which, of course, makes the big reveal that “It” is basically just a big ol’ spider BOOGAH BOOGAH BOOGAH one of the more hair-yankingly frustrating ball-fumbles in King’s oeuvre. Part of me wonders if King knew pulling back the curtain to reveal just Shelob wasn’t going to cut it and tried to salvage things with the deadlights concept. “No no! It isn’t *just* a mommy spider, It’s this swirling chaos from beyond the limits of the universe! Wooooooo!” Too little, too late man.)

[jovialjudgebonkalmond]

Inevitable, Ch 3

Y’all, same disclaimers. In addition to all the warnings we’ll include some explicit drug use today, ‘k? Don’t do drugs kids.

Monty held the letter, his hands trembling as he stood rooted in time. He was still licking his wounds from the traitorous blow Charlie had dealt him. They were brothers, Monty had taken the younger boy under his wing from day one and defended him, fought for him, fought beside him... and he had helped Clay Jensen send him to jail. Yes, some part of him was aware that he was booked initially for messing with Tyler, and the murder charges were tacked on after. But it seemed awfully convenient that Tyler chose the moment that Clay was the one facing jail time to report what he had done.

And, clearly, they had gotten to Charlie. And Charlie gave them the keys they needed to clear Clay's name and fucking sell him out for a crime he didn't commit.

So what could Charlie possibly want with him now. His fist crumpled the envelope.

"Wooooooo!" He bellowed, tapping the keg. "We are getting FUCKED UP TONIGHT!"

Charlie laughed, bringing two trays out of his pantry. His dad was out town for the weekend and although they had lost their game that night spectacularly they were going full steam ahead with Charlie's first party.

"I made brownies." He declared, delighted. Monty stared at him, slightly taken aback. One of the other guys snorted, shaking his head.

"Fuck you," Monty said, rounding on him and grabbing a brownie off of the tray, "Charlie boy made brownies and we're all fucking having one." He took a bite, his eyes crossing momentarily as he groaned. "That's delicious."

"Still talking with your mouth full?" Justin teased, shaking his head as he grabbed a brownie.

"Shut up, I'm enjoying my foodgasm." He grumbled through a full mouth pointedly.

"Fuck, these are actually really good. Good job Charlie." Justin said, passing one to Zack.

"Everyone have a fucking brownie. Charlie made brownies." Zach yelled. And, well, Zach was the captain.

It didn't take long before the cheerleaders, the other girlfriends, students from other schools and students from Liberty who definitely weren't invited trickled in. The party spilled through the house and into the front yard and the back yard like a fountain of youth. The music reverberated through the walls like a united heartbeat. Booze was strewn throughout the kitchen, any poison was yours to pick.

Monty found himself in the backyard, nonchalantly rubbing the leaves on the shrubs along the fence. He couldn't understand it...but they just felt so amazing.. Zach staggered up to him, leaning heavily on his shoulder as he stumbled with his crutches.

"Buddy," he slurred, "Look, I wouldn't generally be talking to you right now. But its my brotherly duty to inform you that somebody is attempting to beat your record at Edward 40hands."

Monty gasped incredulously, dropping the leaf and putting his hand to his mouth.

"Noooo way, that's FUCKING SACRILEGE!"

Zach nodded solemnly.

"It is absolutely." He agreed, running his hand over Monty's flannel. "Damn buddy, this is soft."

"Walmart man, walmart."

"Ew." Zach sneered, pushing off of him and staggering off in a zig-zag. "Time to defend your title."

Monty followed him, shuffling his feet along the dewy grass. It was like a gigantic shag carpet that covered like the entire earth. Mind blowing.

"This is some bull SHIT!" He declared, grabbing two bottles of the malted beer. Zach taped them to his hands and opened them. The other boy, who was from another school, laughed.

"I am going to beat you, de la Cruz."

"That's what your dad said last night after I fucked your mom." Monty countered, letting out a delighted giggle.

"What are you, 8?" Foley said, shaking his head. Monty just laughed harder, he never seemed to mind when he was the only one laughing at his jokes.

"3... 2....1!" Zach yelled. "CHUG!"

Monty snapped to attention and began to chug, feeling the weirdly soy sauce tasting beer froth heavily in his gut. He managed to finish one in 4 seconds. The other guy was hot on his tail with about a quarter left. He felt like a marionette on tangled strings that  toddler had decided to hold in the air and spin.

He staggered and belched, grateful he didn't vomit, yet. It was wet and close.

"Hoooooo!" He crowed, seeing the other guy finish his first one. He pounded his second one back, tilting his head back and staggering until he was standing on only one foot.

"Monty's gonna barf. He always does, eventually. Usually after breaking a bunch of shit and one or two faces." Justin warned Charlie. Charlie shrugged.

"That's fucking masterful." The taller boy said in awe. Monty finished the second one even faster. He pumped his fist in the air with the bottle still on it and yelled a battle cry into the night sky.

"I AM THE FUCKING CHAMPIOOOOOOOONNNNNNN!" He crowed, tripping over his own feet. He felt the air rush passed his face and he started to giggle once more. It tickled.

"Oops, careful." Charlie muttered in his ear, arms looped under Monty's left bicep while Zach held on to his right, laughing.

"The champion of knocking yourself out." He jested, cutting the tape off of his hands.

"Are you sober enough to be handling scissors right now, Zachy?"

"Absolutely not."

"Please don't do a Hannah on my wrists."

"That's not funny asshole."

"Its kind of funny."

"Fuck you Monty."

Monty laughed. "Is that all you fuckers have to say to me now? Fuck me?"

"Yes." Justin interjected, helping Zach and Charlie haul Monty to his feet. Monty held on to Justin for a moment to steady himself before he staggered into the house again, tripping over the lip of the patio door and almost taking out a weird, expensive looking bust statue of some old dude.

"Excuse me sir, I don't want to dance with you." He muttered, "I want 'nother brownie." He slurred.

Charlie gripped on to his arm once more, guiding him into the kitchen. "Ah, probaaaaably not a great idea." Charlie giggled.

"But they're deliiiiicious." Monty cooed, pulling his best puppydog face. He tried to imagine he was Justin. He wasn't sure it worked.

"Aww." Charlie muttered, an untraceable but vaguely familiar softness to his eyes and his hands as he held on to Monty, "The thing is, there's just so much MDMA in the brownies."

Monty snorted, shaking his head.

"What?"

"In the brownies. I drugged the brownies."

Monty stared at him, incredulous as he felt his skin quivering as though it was its own entity.

"And here I thought you were just this beautiful, innocent ray of sunshine waiting to be corrupted...and Jesus Christ I am so fucking high right now." He lamented as the reality of it all dawned on him.

"Oh ya. You should see your eyes. You've got like, no irises left. Its kind of scary. Like Dean Winchester in Supernatural season 10."

Monty blinked. "I didn't understand a word of that. But I am HIIIIIIGH." He started to jump around to the erratic cadence of his heartbeat. Charlie quickly joined in. It didn't take long for them to start a miniature mosh pit of football players jumping and slamming into each other in the kitchen.

The air was electric, it had a current, and Monty swore he could feel it caressing him. It took a little while before he noticed Justin wasn't joining in on the fun. He found his teammate sitting on the floor in the library.

The goddamned house had a fucking library.

He was caressing the carpet slowly, but his expression was unbelievably pouty.

"FOLEY!" Monty hollered, making the other boy jump within an inch of his life.

"Fucking hell Monty." He griped, "My heart is racing already as it is." Monty flopped down beside him.

"What's up."

"You're the last asshole here that I want to talk to."

Monty groaned and sighed.

"Don't be a downer. You can pretend not to hate me for one night. We were brothers once, we still are."

"No we aren't. Not anymore."

"What's the matter." Monty shoved his shoulder into Justin's gently, the connection sending fireworks radiating through his body.

"I'm thinking about Jess and how I fucked everything up." Justin said brokenly, "I love her, man, I really love her...and my heart is racing and I can't calm down."

"Woah woah. Take a breath." Monty said calmly. Justin looked at him with that broken, puppy dog eyed face.

"I can't."

"You can. Breathe with me." He took a deep breath, feeling himself melt into the carpet like butter, but sparkle...y... as he closed his eyes. He exhaled and glanced at Justin who seemed to be slowly calming down.

"My heart is still racing."

"That would be because Charlie drugged the brownies."

Justin did a double take. "He what?!"

"He put Molly in the brownies." Monty laughed, "And I thought I was corrupting him. I was so wrong. Holy shit. That boy has an angel's face but-"

Justin stared at him, unimpressed. "Right, that has nothing to do with your influence."

"When have I ever cooked for you? I'd have to do that in order to like, even ever secretly drug anybody which I have never done and oh my god this carpet feels so good."

He ran his fingers over it and stared at Justin imploringly.

"Its like, as good as sex." He insisted. Justin ran his fingers over it, laughing slowly until it turned into a giggle, which Monty returned.

"Nah man, you aren't having the right kind of sex if this is what sex feels like."

"I don't know about that." Monty quipped, his mind drifting to the only thing that was missing from this perfect night...

He didn't remember leaving Justin in the library but he found himself in the bathroom, running his fingers over the tile walls of the shower until he decided to clamor in. He tripped over the side of the marble tub and almost smacked his head off the wall but in some sort of feat of drunken prowess he managed to dance like a wet noodle in mid air and slid down the smooth surface without injury.

"Oohhhhhoooo..." He cooed, listening to his own voice echo back to him like a melody that conjoined perfectly, to his ears anyway, with the music pounding throughout the entire house. He was pretty certain he could hear some people hooking up in the next room. There was also a solid chance he found his way to the bathroom by literally feeling up the walls and railings of the house in an elaborate Indiana Jones fantasy.

He flipped the showerhead on and played with the water's temperature, feeling the droplets soak through the front of his shirt and running down the front of his pants. Only one thing was missing.

He pulled his phone out of his back pocket and feverishly clicked call, biting his lip.

"What the...Monty?" An incredibly groggy voice answered on the other end. Monty's face split into a wide grin and he slid up and down the tub like a slip and slide, using his legs to propel himself at the front of the tub and sloshing water out over the edges.

"You sound so sleepy." He giggled.

"Uh...Monty, its 3 in the morning."

"What is time, anyway." Monty countered ponderously, "It passes so meaninglessly."

He heard Winston laugh softly and he felt the fireworks inside of his body exploding and the fluttering of the tiny, papery butterflies making his heart stutter. Or, maybe, that was the drugs.

"How high are you right now?" Winston asked, sounding half exasperated half amused.

"Hello." Monty said theatrically, "It's me..."

"Beautiful, Adele... what are you doing, are you safe?"

"I'm in the tub. My clothes are so heavy and the water feels delicious. I think this could have been the best night of my life, I just realized that you are missing." He could feel Winston smiling through the phone, and he laid back into the water, resting his head on the cold marble of the tub as the shower rained down on his legs, filling the tub. He paddled his feet like a toddler, splashing up the tiles of the walls and over the edges of the tub. He didn't notice Justin enter the bathroom in a staggering heap, his abdomen dragging along the marble and wood double vanity for support.

Monty couldn't stop talking, it bubbled out like word vomit...at least it wasn't actual vomit.

"And I just love you." Monty sighed, running his free hand over the tiles, his fingertips dancing alight with the sensation. It made the hair on his arms stand up. "I just love you." He repeated.

Justin's face exploded with shock and he leaped into the tub, displacing nearly half the volume of the water on to the floor. Monty shrieked shrilly and almost dropped his phone as Justin began to thrust and grind on him, hooting with laughter and glee.

"HAVE I DIED?! DID HELL FREEZE OVER?! MONTGOMERY DE LA CRUZ SAID I LOVE YOU! TO SOMEONE! ARE YOU FAKING THIS?! IS THERE ACTUALLY A REAL PERSON ON THE OTHER END OF THAT PHONE RIGHT NOW?! WHO IS SHE?!" He screamed as he continued to pound on to Monty's thighs, the tub surrendering virtually all its contents as the water from the showerhead sprayed them. The bathroom, rest in peace.

Monty pulled his phone away from Justin as he reached for it. "No no no no." He murmured, "This one isn't for you." He shushed, pressing his fingertips against Justin's lips, giggling softly. "It's for me, only me. You understand...don't you?" Justin blinked.

"I don't know how I do, but I do man...I do. Fuck." They stared at each other for a moment, both of their eyes an inky, dilated black without any irises in sight. They wore matching, loopy grins. Monty put the phone back to his ear, suddenly fearful that Winston had hung up on him.

"I'll let you get back to your party...have fun." Winston whispered quietly into the phone. "Be safe."

"I am always safe!" Monty declared incredulously. Justin and Winston unknowingly laughed in unison. Monty heard the phone go silent as Winston hung up and his face shattered, shooting Justin a wounded puppy face.

"Does she love you too?" Justin asked, resting his head on the marble beside Monty. They really didn't fit together inside the tub very well, squashed like sardines in a can.

"I don't know...." Monty murmured. Justin made a humming noise in his throat and let Monty contemplate. "I think so?" He settled on.

"Then we have to celebrate," Justin said solemnly, "For love."

Monty nodded, with equal sudden seriousness.

"For love." He declared.

They both scrambled out of the tub, the flooded bathroom spilling into the carpeted hallway as they tripped over one another and shoved each other. They drank, heavily, the liquor slowly draining from the bottles shot after messy, spilled shot. They danced, dripping with sweat and in Monty and Justin's cases they were actually just dripping wet and soggy. And friends again, if only for just this moment held in time.

Slowly as time passed, the house began to empty, leaving a path of destruction in the party's wake. For Monty, the world was spinning off of it's axis. Gravity was all too much and yet non-existent at the same time but the - literal - ecstasy was still making him feel all too on top of the world to listening to his intoxication and sit down. He used his arms to drag himself across the walls and fell against the sofa.

Charlie was sprawled, watching the ceiling spin above him.

"That's... was eh-pic." Monty groaned, his words coming out like mashed potatoes,  flopping into the sofa and sprawling over Charlie. Charlie leaned into him and laughed, running his hands over the embroidered, antique upholstery.

"I am still so fucked up." Charlie lamented with a sigh. Monty murmured in agreement, his eyes fluttering as the world spun around him dangerously. He just needed to close his eyes for a little while, but the stimulants pounding through his veins wouldn't allow him to rest. He gave up and glanced at Charlie.

"You did...good job." He breathed, his body feeling hot and cold and entirely all wrong.

"Wait...why are you wet..?" Charlie laughed, realizing Monty was dripping all over him. Monty's brows drew together in confusion.

"Am I...?"

"You're soaked." Charlie said, running his hands over Monty's shoulders. Monty shivered, closing his eyes for a moment. The room was blurring around him and it was making him feel queasy.

"Monty...?"

"Mmm?"

Monty's eyes blinked open again, and then he felt the soft warmth of the other boy's lips pressed against his. His eye's widened comically and he laid there, frozen, with his heart hammering in his chest and a wave of panic crashed over him. He pushed away clumsily and fell off the couch in a heap. He staggered to his feet, running for the kitchen. He felt it bubbling up again, word vomit maybe? No.

Actual vomit.

He retched over the garbage can, losing about a liquor store's worth of stomach contents before the entire world tilted sharply to the left and his vision went black. He crumpled to an unceremonious heap on the floor.

Monty climbed on to his bunk and pried open the vent that was level with it. He learned within a few days of his transfer (and after a victory in the squabble for the top bunk because he wasn't a fucking bottom) that the bolts were loose and clearly past inmates had used this as a stash. He popped the letter and file inside, realizing he was still crushing the envelope in his fist and tossing it in the garbage can below and replacing the bolts for appearances and settled with his elbows bent and his hands behind his head. His vein in his neck continued with its steady, relentless, tick tick ticking. He'd decide what to do about Charlie after dinner, he reasoned.

And then there was the Winston of it all...

[guessmonsta]

wooooooo Hanamaki general headcanons please?

- He isn’t going to continue with volleyball in college, and Oikawa’s honestly mad at him for it. He doesn’t really care, though. As much as he loves the sport, he really doesn’t see himself devoting to it professionally like Oikawa and Iwaizumi.

- He’s really into murder, well, murder cases, really. He’s obsessed American crime shows like Forensic Files, The First 48, and even fictional ones like CSI Miami and Law & Order. He’s honest he could get away with murder, at this point, from all the things he’s learned.

- He actually really wants to go to school for law, but is a bit afraid he isn’t smart enough to do so. Matsukawa, who in no way, shape or form has his shit together, keeps pushing him to go ahead and take the damn opportunity before it slips away, so at least one of them ends up sucessful in the future.

- The biggest sweet tooth on Earth belongs to Hanamaki Takahiro. If it’s a dessert, you bet your ass he’s going to be eating it, even if it’s candied cockroaches. (which he’s had before. It was for a dare, but he has to admit he actually liked them. For their senior trip, Oikawa had dragged the group over to Paris, which Oikawa loved, because “Paris is the fashion capital of the world, after Milan, don’tcha know”, and Hanamaki loved it because dear lord, if France is known for anything, it’s their pastries. (There was a croquembouche ((cream puff tower)) at the hotel they were staying at and, upon seeing it, he cried a bit.)

- He has an awesome relationship with his little sister, who’s in her first year of highschool. She’s just like him, except, “her hair is much prettier”, according to her. Neither of them really care what they say around each other, and the entirety of their banter is extremely casual. They’ll talk about anything from global warming to Reddit 50/50 and never feel awkward about it later on. They’re more like friends, than anything.

- During the summer, when nothing is forcing him to wake up in the morning, he’ll sleep until 3 in the afternoon. He’ll stay up until 5 in the morning, too.

- He absolutely broke down on graduation day, more than anybody. More than Oikawa, to the group’s shock. The only real friends he’d ever had were those three, and the mere thought of never seeing them again once college started was horrifying. He wasn’t childhood friends like Iwaizumi and Oikawa, who were inevitably going to share the same casket together, and although Matsukawa and him are best friends, the idiot has a terrible habit of leaving everyone on read, and eventually, one day, just going to leave him on read forever. He can’t cope with the feeling of loss, especially when it comes to the three most important people in his life.

- He has a bad habit of sticking his hands down his volleyball shorts, and that habit has diffused outside the court, as well. Sometimes, he’ll catch himself doing it in a really formal place with his mom standing right next to him, or in the middle of class. He doesn’t really bother to cut it, though.

- He has an honest to god gum addiction, or something. On a daily basis, he’ll chew four pieces of bubblegum at a time, and although it disgusts Oikawa, Iwaizumi can’t help but wonder how in the world this guy’s jaw hasn’t shattered yet.

- He tried spiking up his hair once, but found that it only made his already big forehead look even bigger, like an oversized solar panel, or something, and swore he’d never spike it up again.

- He’s a huge stan of Pink Floyd. Matsukawa says that he’s pretentious, but he prefers the word, “bougey”, as Oikawa would call it.

- He doesn’t own a normal pair of socks. Every single pair either has a plant or some short, an animal, or a logo of a band. His favorite pair is the full body of an ostrich.

- He loves pufferfish, for some reason. As a kid he owned about twenty t-shirts with cartoon pufferfish on them, and it wasn’t until he was fifteen did he find out that people in his own country ate them. Needless to say, he was devastated.

- He was one of those really, really picky eaters when he was a kid. From age three to nine he constantly tried convincing his mom a diet of jolly ranchers and cream puffs was healthy.

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Reblogging because I'd written it earlier today and I wanna share it with my night dwelling peeps.

That Tokyo Summer

Warning: This fic contains blood, gore, somewhat strong language, crime scenes, character death and brutal murders. If any of this makes y'all uncomfortable I highly encourage y'all to check out my other works.

Summertime in Japan was a rather dreadful ordeal. It was humid and suffocating, with the sun baring down on the Japanese citizens mercilessly. Cicadas and other summer insects buzzed loudly adding to the insufferable heat that plagued the Tokyo region at the time. Those who were out and about were already regretting their choices and daydreaming about going back into their homes into the blessed air conditioning, and many of them did just that only going out when necessary. However some weren't as lucky as those who were blessed and were forced to endure the ungodly humidity and be miserable, sweating and grumbling underneath their breaths as they went to work like many responsible adults.

And one those poor souls who were enduring this heat was Yatagarasu Goro, a new rookie in the Japanese Police Department. The young man was currently experiencing his first summer within the confines of the station, witnessing firsthand just how awful it was. The building was hot and stuffy, the air conditioner that they owned letting out pathetic little rattling noises as it desperately tried to keep up with the humidity and keep the office cool. Yata was sitting at his desk, his tie loosened and his suit jacket hung over his chair as he tried to cool down from the unrelenting heat. A small electrical fan sat on his desk running at full speed in a vain attempt to help him cool down however it was just spreading the humid air around more. Yata stared at his desk as he lazily looked through the paperwork that he was assigned to, trying not to be too distracted by the heat.

The words seemed to blend together and the man let out a small sigh of somewhat annoyance. Running his hand through his black hair and grimacing at the sweaty texture of it, he continued to somewhat do his tasks when he heard the door open at the entranceway of the station. Confused and curious as to who could be coming into the station on such a hot day, he glanced up and was met with the sight of a very tall man. The man was standing at the check in desk, dressed in a tan trenchcoat and hat talking quietly to the receptionist. Yata watched the strange man baffled by his outfit choice when the man was given the okay to head further into the station. As quick as he'd shown up the stranger disappeared into the doorway leading further into the station.

Yata stared at the door for a beat, his curiosity perked. However a loud cough made his gaze snap towards the receptionists desk to see the woman giving him a stern look. Yata felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment at having been caught staring and quickly went back to work. The receptionist gave him one last look before going back to her duties as well satisfied that he was no longer being nosy. Yata marched on through the paperwork, forgetting about the strange man in the haze of his work.

~~~~~

It wasn't often that he was called back home but the chief of his old department. It was rather rare if he was being completely honest. So when he'd gotten a call a few days ago asking for him to return, he hadn't put much thought into it instead packing his bags and returning to the land of his birth. With long strides he walked towards the office where the chief was, knocking on the door to let him know.

"Come in."

A voice, old and gruff called out. Given the permission to enter he opened the door and stepped into the office. The chief looked up from his files and papers and gave a small smile of welcome to his guest.

"Ah Inspector Zenigata, I'm so glad you came. Please have a seat."

The chief said gesturing towards the old chairs in front of his desk. Zenigata took a seat, glancing around the office while he waited for the chief to speak. After a moment the older man finally put down the files and cleared his throat snapping Zenigata's attention to him.

"First off I'd like to thank you for coming on such short notice Inspector, I know how busy you are what with ICPO and the Lupin case."

The chief said showing his gratitude and making the taller man squirm in his seat somewhat at it.

"It's no trouble sir, I had nothing going on anyway since Lupin and his gang have gone quiet. Besides I couldn't just not come given how serious things sounded on your call."

Zenigata said sincerely. The chief gave a small hum however at the mention of the call his expression went somber and much more serious.

"Still I'm grateful for your presence here Inspector. I'm guessing that you're probably wondering why I called you so urgently back home."

The older man began earning a nod of confirmation.

"The reason I've called you back is because of this."

The chief said holding out a vanilla folder towards the inspector. Zenigata took it and opened the file only to flinch at what he saw. Photos of two dead bodies greeted him, of a man and a woman, their bodies slashed and beaten into what could be bluntly identified as a pulp. The man's head was beaten in, his eyes staring lifelessly, his chest a torn canvas of slashes and bruises. The woman was no better, her throat having been slashed and her body in the same condition as the man's. It was a disturbing sight and it was one of many that Zenigata has seen within his long career of being a detective.

"Their names are Tashi and Mei Takahashi, a married couple. They were found in their home a few days ago, with no forced signs of entry."

The chief explained while Zenigata continued to look at the files, studying the photos of the victims. The inspector couldn't help but be slightly confused as to why he was called out to Japan for something like this, clearly it was a murder case and he liked to think that his old department could handle something to this degree. Unless......

"This isn't the only instance this has happened has it?"

Zenigata questioned zoning his dark eyes onto the chief. The man was quiet for a beat, looking older than he was, expression hallowed and filled with a type of defeat.

"No this isn't. Over the course of the past three months there have been other cases like this one. Of a couple being murdered much in the same fashion. We've had four couples murdered within that span that we know of, the Takahashis being the fifth. However their case is different from the others."

He said deathly serious. Zenigata felt his body tense up and become more alert at the information.

"Different? Different how?"

The inspector asked already thinking of all the possibilities as he flipped through the files only to stop on one picture in particular. It was a family photo of Tashi and Mei and in between them was a little girl no more than eight or nine years old. The chief took a deep breath and spoke.

"They have a daughter Minako, she's the only survivor from the massacre. She's also our witness."

The older man said dropping the bomb shell. Zenigata's head snapped up at the information.

"Zenigata you're one of the best we've got in figuring out what exactly happened. We need you to find the killer while we keep Minako safe and hidden from them."

He said staring straight into Zenigata. The inspector straightened up in his seat, his gaze determined now that he knew the stakes of this case. If he didn't find the killer and they found out about Minako then she too would face the same fate as her parents had. And that was something Zenigata would never allow.

"I'll do it."

He said earning a relived look from the chief.

"Thank you Zenigata. There's also one more thing about this case that needs to be said. Since so many things are happening at the moment, we've decided that we would give you a partner for this case."

The man said making Zenigata's eyebrows raise in shock.

"A partner??"

The younger man asked earning another nod from the chief as he fiddled with his tie.

"Yes a partner, he's one of our brightest our department's got and I think that he'll be of use for you on this case."

The chief explained. Zenigata grew a thoughtful look going silent for a beat before accepting this partner.

"Alright then. Who is he?"

Zenigata asked wanting to see who exactly he'd be working with.

"His name is..."

~~~~~

"Yatagarasu Goro, the chief is wanting to speak to you."

The receptionist's voice called out making the young man jump in his seat and out of his focus. Blinking to readjust his eyes Yata stood up, a sense of dread filling him as he stumbled to fix his tie and make himself look more presentable.

'Why would the chief want to see me?? Did I do something wrong?? Oh God what if he's going to fire me??'

Yata's thoughts raced as he made his way through the doorway and down the hallway towards the chief's office. Wiping the sweat from his forehead and rubbing his hands on his pants to stop them from sweating as well Yata raised his fist to knock on the door.

"Come in Yatagarasu."

The chief's voice called out and with a shaky breath Yata turned the door knob and stepped inside. He was instantly greeted by the sight of the chief, and standing next to his desk was the strange tall man he'd seen earlier.

"Yatagarasu, this is Inspector Zenigata. Inspector this is Yatagarasu Goro, your new partner for this case."

The chief said introducing them. Yata's eyes went wide at the information before he was startled by the Inspector's hand reaching out to shake his hand. Yata met him halfway and shook his hand, noting the strength the Inspector's grip had. Now closer to the older man Yata quickly took note of his new partner. Inspector Zenigata was a tall man, at least six feet with a wide, sturdy build filled with some muscle. His eyes were a dark brown and intelligent and framed by rather nice eyelashes, his facial features strong and sharp and his skin tanned from being in the sun so much. All in all Inspector Zenigata looked rather imitating with his build and sharp eyes.

"I'll let Inspector Zenigata fill you in on your case."

The chief said clearly dismissing the duo from his office. Zenigata was quick to leave it with Yata now following behind him, watching the older man with curiosity as well as caution. Zenigata didn't bother saying anything as they made their way out, it was only when they were near the exit and near Yata's desk that Zenigata spoke.

"I'll be back here later to discuss with you about the case. I have some things I need to do before we can get started. Till then finish whatever you need to finish and then pack whatever you'll need."

Zenigata stated earning a quick and shaky nod from Yata.

"Yes of course Senpai-! I'll see you later."

Yata said scrambling in his words. Zenigata just gave him a small look before leaving the department, the sounds of the door filling the humid atmosphere along with the sounds of keyboards typing and papers being shuffled as his coworkers watched the exchange. Once Zenigata was gone Yata went back to his desk, the earlier annoyance he'd had due to the heat forgotten for the time being as he once again started on his work only now with a renewed vigor. He could hear a few snickers and whispers from his coworkers but he paid them no mind. He'd worry about that stuff later, for now he had things to do and a case to prepare for.

Little did Yatagarasu Goro know that this case would be the start of something he'd never predict.

*I told y'all I'd probably write something based on the fact that there's a sore lack of origin meeting stories between Zenigata and Yatagarasu lol. Okay so for context this is gonna be my first crime type of fanfiction that involves like detectives and murders and such so please be patient with me cuz I'm new to all of this! Also I do plan on featuring Lupin and the gang later in this fic if I can figure out how. This fic is basically just me as well as y'all going on a little ride and seeing where it takes us so I hope y'all will stick around!! Anyways hope y'all enjoy!!*