Casefile: #14
Name: Azumane Asahi
Age: 26
Sex: Male
Occupation: Kindergarten Teacher 
Criminal background: -
Cause of death: Stabbed in the throat.

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Sometimes, just sometimes, it all builds up too much. You find yourself going back to old habits, like smoking or chewing on your nails. Sometimes stress takes too much from you, it affects you mentally and physically, which can lead to some unpleasant illnesses.

At this point, all the bad habits that Roy has ever had came back to him - the smoking, chewing on nails, pulling on your hair, chewing tips of pens, binge eating, drinking small amounts of alcohol and even anger issues that he had forgotten about.

All this stress because some idiot serial killer was walking free around town, terrorizing the community to the point of having to implement commandant hours, no one was allowed to go outside past 11 PM. The public transport stopped running late, taxis didn't work full time anymore, only Uber remained with fearless drivers.

Not that it phased Akaashi much, as if he cares whether it is night or day... but something did piss him off. That was the fact that he couldn't find his knife. The beloved knife that Bokuto got him for self-defense (Bokuto, could be blamed for what happened, that's just butterfly effect).

However.

It was nowhere to be seen. Nowhere. Not at home, not in the car, not in the police station. Did he lose it? What happened to it?

He recounted his steps this morning, deciding to do everything in order just to see whether or not he lost it somewhere along the way. If someone, anyone, found that knife now his whole life could be in danger. The police would know that it's the exact murder weapon, why would Akaashi have it? Suspicions would rise.

Akaashi went to the same cafe from which he bought a coffee this morning, but nothing was to be seen, the employees didn't find it too. Akaashi had to pull a centuries-old lie "a gift from my parents, passed down through generations" to ask them about the knife.

Nothing at the cleaners too, apart from the complaints about leaving a tissue in one of his pockets. Nothing at the police station. Nothing nothing nothing. Akaashi found himself going to the park which he visited before heading home and lo and behold, from the distance he could see something shining in the grass.

Unfortunately.

"Hey, Asahi-san, look what I found!", a kid yelled, making Akaashi furrow his eyebrows. A man walked up to the kid just as Akaashi was a couple of feet away, he took the knife out of the kids' hands and examined it.

"That's a dangerous tool, Yuto. Thank you for giving it to me" he spoke in a sweet tone, but Akaashi...was already there.

"Excuse me, sir, I believe that's mine," Akaashi said. Asahi simply turned to him with a smile on his face.

"The knife?", he questioned, he couldn't help but look Akaashi up and down. Why would this gentleman with a suit carry a knife? It doesn't make sense.

"Yes, please give it back" Akaashi's cold eyes stared at Asahi's brown ones, but the other simply chuckled, putting the knife in his bag.

"I'm sorry sir, this is a park for kids and a knife is a very dangerous thing to have. I'm afraid I won't be able to give it back" Asahi explained in that sweet tone of his, being as respectful as he can.

But does respect matter when you're talking to a cold-blooded killer? I don't think so.

"Sir, please, it means a lot to me, you could say it brings me luck. All I am asking for is for you to return the knife if you wish we can go away from kids for just a moment" Akaashi's tone got much colder, but it didn't seem like Asahi noticed it. 

"Uhm, my work hours are almost over. I will hand it to the police tomorrow morning and say that you will pick it up, okay? I cannot give it back right now" Asahi smiled warmly, oblivious to the fact that Akaashi's knuckles had turned white, he was struggling to remain calm. The police cannot get their hands on his precious knife, no way that was happening. 

Akaashi's phone rang just a second later, interrupting the train of murderous thoughts in his head. It was Bokuto. Asahi turned his attention back to the kids while Akaashi answered the phone. 

"What is it?" he asked, his tone now warm and soft, as smooth as the finest silk. 

"I'll be late tonight, there's been an accident with the water pipes and we have to clean a lot." Bokuto sounded tired on the other side of the call.

"Don't worry about it, I will come by later if anything to keep you company, okay?" Akaashi heard Bokuto chuckle and agree, but the moment he hung up the phone his eyes turned cold again, his stabbing gaze penetrated deep inside Asahi's back. 

It seemed like parents had come to pick up their kids which meant trouble for Asahi, who was getting into his car, ready to go home. What he didn't realize is that he had messed with a wrong person. Akaashi, couldn't and wouldn't do anything without his beloved knife, but knowing it is in someone else's hands, brought him such pain, anger, and wrath that he could barely control himself. It was just about getting dark - Asahi had yet to know that this would be the last time he ever saw a sunset...

In the upcoming three hours, Akaashi followed him back to his house, he waited for it to be completely dark, he calmed down (or at least it seemed like it) and was now ready to strike. Like a predator, he staked out his prey and was now ready to pierce its skin with his fangs. Slowly, he approached the door, he knocked a couple of times, listening to Asahi's footsteps coming closer. As the door opened, Asahi's face was delighted and confused at the same time.

"Excuse me?" he asked in confusion.

"I believe I forgot to introduce myself last time we met. I am Akaaahi Keiji, I am a lawyer, I work directly with the chief Roy", Akaashi said extending his hand to Asahi.

"Oh! I have heard about you, why didn't you say so earlier?" Asahi took a step to the side, inviting Akaashi to come in, unknowingly making the biggest mistake in his entire life. "Please, come in. Are you here about the knife still?

"Yes," Akaashi stepped into the house, his eyes immediately fell on the knife on the counter. "as I said, it is important to me. I am here again to ask once again for you to give it back." he rubbed his gloved hands, hoping for a good answer, perhaps he would spare him.

"I'm sorry, but I cannot. I know you're a lawyer and all that, but that does not change the fact that it was at the park..." Asahi seemed genuinely apologetic, perhaps understanding that it causes Akaashi struggle, but he strived to be a model citizen, he could not ignore the laws.

"Could I.. at least inspect it to see whether it really is mine? Wouldn't want to make a pointless trip, you know?" Akaashi forced a smile. Asahi seemed little reluctant at first but agreed nevertheless. Once Akaashi got his gloved hands on it, all his emotions seemed to come back. It was his, finally, it was back in his hands. A little 'B + A" engraved on it, was more than enough evidence for Akaashi. He couldn't let Asahi keep it.

"Is it yours?" Asahi asked, getting closer to take the knife away, once again making assumptions about Akaashi's strength.

"Yes, it absolutely is", Akaashi gripped the knife tighter.

What happened next was gruesome, no, the word gruesome doesn't even cover what happened. Asahi tried to take the knife away, but Akaashi slashed his hand instead, screams of agony escaped Asahi's mouth as he threatened to call the police, but before he could say a word Akaashi jammed a knife right into his throat, watching as the other choked on his blood. 

The sight of that beautiful dark red color awakened the beast in Akaashi once again, but he wasn't dumb enough to leave a bunch of evidence behind, so after an hour of sanitizing, cleaning and removing footprints the other finally left, locking the door from the outside and throwing the key down the sewage drain. At that moment his phone buzzed, it was Bokuto saying he picked up some pork buns and was waiting for Akaashi...

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Look after 28739282 years I finally updated this

Sorry for a long wait

Anyway, how are we liking this? Not all that much? Well i don't care

Hope you all had a nice xmas and new years uwu

-hatari