Kiku finished the last bit of coffee with a sip.

What could be the purpose of the murderer?

Why was it at that spot?

Who was the murderer?

These questions swirled in his head nonstop with the unceasing tapping of his pen against the hard wooden desk.

He took another look at the photos.

They all had high definition, but there were no close ups of the corpses.

He had never taken a good look of the corpses or even actually seen any... Every time he hurried over to the crime scene, the bodies were always gone before he could inspect it.

Of course that was the job of the autopsy team, he only had to look at the information provided and try to solve the case.

But the information about the victims were so limited on the reports it was hard to figure out the motive of the murderer.

The victims had nothing in common except that they lived near each other. But that really meant nothing. They wouldn't be able to be able to guess where the murderer's going to appear next.

This was going to be a tough case...

Kiku thought as he massaged his pounding temples.

"I might need some help..."

Kiku muttered to himself spinning around on the spinning chair. It might just be an illusion but it felt as if the cool breeze that was produced from spinning around on the chair cleared one's mind slightly.

"You called?" (haha stealing Ivan's line for Yao-yao. XDXD – Author)

A sudden voice that Kiku could recognize almost anywhere for its uplifting tone that hid the horribly obnoxious personality of the owner sounded from behind him causing him to put a sudden stop to his chair spinning.

"No, I was just muttering to myself Mr. Wang." Kiku turned around wearing a formal and distant grin.

He can't lose his cool this time, no matter how annoying that Chinese may be.

"Hm, looks like the 'finest' detective of Tokyo has finally lost his mind, great now I need to call the mental asylum." Yao rolled his eyes as he stopped leaning against the doorframe of the entrance to Kiku's room.

"Please allow me to slice you to chunks before you go call the mental asylum to pick yourself up." Kiku's face twitched slightly as he began to feel his mask break piece by piece.

"I guess you Japanese never change, slicing people is always the best way to go huh?" Yao snickered slightly. His bangs casted a shadow over his eyes allowing no one to read him.

Kiku was quite stunned to say the least, he never thought that a heartless retort would bring up such sensitive topic.

"We have a saying in China: what the father owes, the son pays. All of you are guilty of what you've done to us."

"How can we forgive when no apologies were given?"

"Inexcusable..."

"Unacceptable..."

"Unforgivable!!"

Kiku woke up gasping feeling a cold, drenching sensation over his head. Looking around with fuzzy vision and his mind trying to grasp what had happened, he spotted a fuzzy yet blaringly red figure flash before his eyes.

Rubbing his eyes and trying to snap out of the shock of the nightmare, he suddenly realized that he was, for some reason, dripping wet.

"Oh my god Kiku you look so retarded like this hahahahahaha!"

The voice in the dream sounded commenting on his dazed and drenched look.

"Yao kun...?" Kiku finally added two and two together figuring out that the reason that his hair was sticking to his pale face was rolling on the ground in laughter right in front of him.

"How in the world do you get in here?!" Kiku questioned as he got up from his chair deciding that he needed a towel to dry his hair. Only to make the discovery that he had gotten a stiff neck from sleeping in such a position.

His wincing and reaction only made Yao laugh even more.

"ha Why would haha I tell you? It's a secret." Yao winked as he finally stopped laughing and wiped the tears away from laughing so hard.

"Well secret or not I truly hope that you would use the door that's put there for a reason." Kiku's voice sounded from the washroom.

"It has no reason if no one uses it." Yao shrugged as he began checking the room out.

"But it will have a reason if you would use it..." Kiku pointed out coming back into his own room and throwing the towel into Yao's face.

"Hey! What was that for?" Yao complained getting the towel off his face.

"For pouring ice cold water on my head when I was sleeping." Kiku answered unamused in monotone.

"You seemed to be having a nightmare and I just wanted to wake you up, to be honest I think that you really should thank me." Yao humphed showing no signs of remorse.

"You are unbelievable." Kiku sighed rolling his eyes starting to clean the pool of water on the table, chair and ground.

"I know." Yao twirled his hair out of boredom, he thought that Kiku would have a better reaction than that.

"You know I don't mean that in a good way."

"I'm not stupid."

"You seem so to me."

"Shut up."

After a few unbearably awkward moments of silence Yao tried to start a conversation.

"So, how's the case going for you?"

"I'm doing quite fine thank you very much." Kiku grunted slightly trying to straighten his back from cleaning the puddle on the ground.

"Wow really? I'm quite impressed." Yao began as Kiku shot him a "have-you-gone-insane" look.

"Impressed by your ability to lie so well. If it was going so well for you I don't know why you wouldn't leave the house for three days just to try and solve this case." Yao continued as he fell back unto the tatami bed behind him while stretching.

"Have you've been spying on me?" Kiku asked in a slightly outraged voice. This. Was going too far.

"No, why would I want to watch you go about your boring ass day? I just speculated from the clues I picked up coming in."

"Language Mr. Wang." Kiku reminded as he held a jar labeled "swear jar" in front of Yao.

"Ok, listen, I never agreed to any of this kind of tyranny, I was planning to save the 16 yen for a Popsicle!" Yao looked away from the jar in front of him crossing his arms.

Kiku puckered his lips as he placed a finger on top.

"Oh, my bad. But what if Wang san's swearing problem becomes a habit? That'll definitely cause him to lose face! What would we do then?!"

"Ugh, you disgust me, here." Yao snarled as he unwilling took 16 yen and dropped it in the jar.

Yao winced as he heard the sounds of the coins clanging against the glass jar. His baby was so near yet so far.

"Arigato Wang san." Kiku grinned slightly as he jingled the coins around a bit more as if trying to remind Yao of the money he just gave to him before setting it back on the table.

"What does "arigato" mean? I mean I assume it to be "thank you"..." Yao shoved his wallet back into his pocket crossing his arms again.

"Yes it does mean thank you, and do you know any Japanese at all?" Kiku couldn't imagine how Yao got around without knowing the slightest of Japanese.

"Of course! Well, I mean I only know two words in Japanese..." Yao rubbed his neck slightly embarrassed. "Heck, you expect a Chinese with fluent Japanese? If I had fluent Japanese, I imagine that we would be conversing in Japanese right now instead of with our weirdly accented English."

"Well, what are the two words that you know? I'm curious..." Kiku asked quite curious as to which two words this arrogant Chinese would know of Japanese.

"Shine and baka." Yao answered plainly and simply without taking a notice to the look on Kiku's face.

Kiku held back a laugh as he began.

"You're teacher must've really not liked you... You do realize that "shine" means go die and baka means "stupid"..."

"Well, the "teacher" you claim was actually a TV show about WWII." Yao answered to Kiku's "question". "I hear those words screamed over and over again, it's hard not to pick it up..."

"Oh I see..." Before Kiku could carry on, his phone sounded.

"Hello?"

"Oh Kirkland san, is there a reason that you're calling me?"

"Really? I'll be there right away!"

"What?! Do I really have to?"

"*sigh*, fine. I'll tell him."

"Bye."

Kiku hang up before looking straight to Yao.

"So what's Arthur calling you about? And why does he always use Japanese when he talks to you?"

"There's apparently been another murder, Kirkland san wants us to be there ASAP."

"You still haven't answered my second question..."

"He told me that he wanted to practice his Japanese."

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"Well then what are we waiting for? Let's go!"

"Ugh, with you?!"

"Yes with me, Come on, Kirkland san is waiting."

"Fine let's go!"

Note From Author: I know, I know, after a long time of waiting and this  crappy filler chapter probably makes you want to send knives to me. XDXD But you have to hear me out first! This chapter is actually crucial to the whole story plot! It reveals the close interaction of Kiku and Yao and drives them to see the soulmate potential in each other! 

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Who am I kidding? Send the knives! I'm not scared of death! ;>~<;