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tacumaTitle: Detective Tezuka chaper 4 – One Is Innocent
Writer: Tacuma811
Pairing: TezuFuji
Chapter: 4/?
Genre: AU, little bit angst, romance
Word count: 2522 words
Rating: PG-13
Warning: None
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis
A/N: Sorry for the late update! School is keeping me busy!
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3
‘Another tennis player. Tachibana Kippei, 25 years old, chef cook in one of the finest restaurants of Tokyo. He is identified by his sister, Tachibana Ann, 21 years old. She also plays tennis, but she isn’t a member of her brother’s tennis group.’ explained Yagyuu to Tezuka.
‘Thank you. Where is Yanagi?’ asked the Chief Inspector.
‘He will arrive any moment now,’ answered Nioh. ‘He was busy with another case. Until he arrives I will tell you some things about this man.’ He pointed at Tachibana. ‘I’ve seen the bodies of Saeki-san and Kawamura-san and this man was stabbed in the back with the same knife as Kawamura-san. There is also a bullet hole, one this time, in the head. Same place as the other victims. Definitely the same killers.’
‘Thank you, Nioh-san.’ said Yagyuu.
‘You’re welcome, Yagyuu.’ answered the assistant of the pathologist.
‘So, why did I have to bring Fuji in?’ asked Tezuka.
‘I can tell you that.’ said Yanagi who just walked in, followed by Inui. ‘We found some of Fuji-san’s hairs on Tachibana-san’s clothes and bag.’
‘How do you know they’re Fuji’s?’
‘We checked the DNA. There was a match with Fuji-san’s DNA.’ answered Inui.
‘And how exactly did you get that DNA? We never asked him to give us a sample.’ said the Chief Inspector.
‘I brought it.’ said Yagyuu. ‘When we searched through Saeki-san’s room I took some of Fuji’s hairs from his hairbrush and gave them to Inui.’
Tezuka’s eyes widened. ‘Yagyuu, you know that is forbidden. You can’t take someone’s DNA without permission.’ Tezuka was obviously angry.
‘Yukimura ordered me to.’ answered the bespectacled Detective Sergeant.
Tezuka turned around. He would talk to his boss. They couldn’t use this evidence against Fuji; they just couldn’t. It was not allowed. But before the Chief Inspector could walk out of the room, Oishi stopped him.
‘Wait Tezuka, there is more evidence. Someone saw them together today. Fuji-san is most probably the last one who saw Tachibana-san alive.’
The hazel-eyed man turned to Oishi. If the black haired Detective Sergeant was right, did that mean Fuji lied to him? He said he had visited Oshitari-san in the hospital, but he was with Tachibana-san?
‘Fuji told me he visited Oshitari-san.’ answered Tezuka.
‘Do you know at what time he left the hospital? He probably had enough time to murder Tachibana-san between his visit to the hospital and his lunch with you.’
‘Oishi, go to Oshitari-san, and ask him when Fuji left. Yagyuu, come with me, we have to talk to Yukimura-san.’
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‘It’s forbidden.’ said Tezuka.
‘We needed his DNA!’ answered Yukimura.
‘We could have asked! If the Commander finds out, he can discharge Yagyuu. And no matter what he will say, they won’t believe that you ordered him to do it. Yagyuu is an excellent Detective Sergeant, and I don’t want to lose him.’
‘Fuji-san wouldn’t have given his DNA.’
‘Fuji would have given it if you would have asked him!’
‘Fuji? What happened to Fuji-san?’
‘He wanted me to call him Fuji.’
‘Yes of course, he wants to be good friends with you. He knows you can save him from prison. He is a suspect. Open your eyes Tezuka!’
The Chief Inspector glared at his boss. ‘Yagyuu, you should never do something stupid like that again. If someone orders you to do something that is forbidden, tell me about it. Now go and ask for Fuji’s DNA. We will interview him tomorrow morning.’
Yagyuu nodded and quickly left the room. Tezuka turned to Yukimura.
‘If anything might happen and they want to send Yagyuu away, because of what he did, please take responsibility. And I thought you would like to know that Sanada-san isn’t interested in Fuji.’
Yukimura’s gaze softened. ‘I will, thank you, Tezuka.’
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After a long night in prison, Fuji felt broken. He hardly slept, so he was tired and he had been crying the entire night. Now he sat in a small room with a table, three chairs and a mirror. The room was quite dark, there was only one lamp and that wasn’t enough to light up the room. Fuji sat on one of the chairs and stared at the grey wall. How did he end up like this, waiting like a murderer to be punished? They took his DNA and now they wanted to interview him, before they would put him back in the small prison.
A tear ran down his face when he thought about his murdered friends. Did they seriously think he would kill Kojiroh, his best friend? He had no motive, no reason to kill them. He knew they watched him through the mirror, he could feel it. They were observing him. Another tear fell on the table. Good, a murderer wouldn’t cry, right?
He wished his parents were in Tokyo, or one of his siblings. Yumiko went back to Chiba the day before they locked him up. He missed his brother Yuuta. His family probably didn’t even know that he was the head suspect in a murder case.
He shivered and bit his lip. The policemen would come soon to ask him questions about the murders. What should he answer, what should he tell them? The truth, of course, but would they believe him? He hoped Tezuka would come to interview him. Tezuka was an honest man, he would believe him!
A soft smile appeared on his face. Yes, Tezuka had become his friend. They few times he had spoken to the Chief Inspector were enough; he knew he could trust the man. Fuji’s thoughts were interrupted, the door opened and two familiar policemen entered.
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Tezuka looked at Fuji through the one-sided mirror. It was better if Yagyuu and Ohtori interviewed him. They both knew the honey-haired guy, but they weren’t his friends, like Tezuka was. The Chief Inspector was biased.
‘So, where were you, after you visited Oshitari-san in the hospital, and before you met Tezuka-san at the lunchroom?’ asked Yagyuu.
Tezuka couldn’t only see, but also hear everything. Together with his colleagues he waited for Fuji’s answer.
‘I left the hospital and walked through the park, towards the lunchroom.’ said Fuji. ‘I met Tachibana there and he is…no, he was my friend, so we talked a little. Suddenly he said he wanted to tell me something, he told me that he loved me. He said he was sorry and that he liked me more than just a friend. I…I panicked.’
Fuji fell silent for a moment and wiped the tears from his face. The three policemen held their breath. Fuji panicked, did he grab a knife, and did he kill Tachibana-san?
‘I said I was sorry too, I…I started crying and left. I ran away, away from Tachibana, to the middle of the park and sat down on one of the benches. Tachibana’s little sister, she followed me; she sat down next to me and apologized for her brother. We talked until I had calmed down, then she left. She said she wanted to talk to her brother. I went to the lunchroom.’
Tezuka sighed in relief. For a moment he was afraid that Fuji would tell how he killed Tachibana-san, but the student was innocent. Tezuka had believed in Fuji’s innocence, but it was good to hear it from his own mouth.
‘So you say we have to find Tachibana’s little sister?’
Fuji nodded.
‘You know how to use a gun, right, Fuji-san? You know how and where to shoot to kill someone, right?’ asked Yagyuu.
Tezuka looked at the honey-brown haired boy. He looked so small. Was such a fragile man able to kill three people? The Chief Inspector had seen many killers, but none of them was like Fuji.
‘Yes, I’ve had some shooting lessons; Kojiroh gave them for my birthday. Do you think he would give me such a present if he knew it would kill him?’ Fuji sounded irritated.
‘So you can shoot. Tell me, how is it that you know all the victims? They’re all related to you, all were your friends.’ said Yagyuu and he lay three pictures on the table. ‘Saeki-san, Kawamura-san and Tachibana-san. Oshitari-san to, of course, but he luckily survived.’
Fuji started crying again. The photo’s showed his three friends, lying on the floor, blood everywhere. He didn’t want to know how his friends died; he didn’t want to see their dead bodies covered in blood. Tezuka felt sorry for him. It was a cruel thing to show the student those pictures, but he couldn’t stop the interview. He was their boss, but he couldn’t interrupt.
Suddenly the door opened and Sengoku walked in. He gave a small note to Yagyuu. The bespectacled Detective Sergeant read the note, handed it to Ohtori and followed Sengoku out of the room. Tezuka stepped out of the other room, he wanted to know what was happening.
‘Tachibana Ann is here.’ said Sengoku. ‘She said that she heard that we brought Fuji-san in. She said that Fuji-san is innocent and that she wants to talk to us.’
Tezuka nodded. ‘Sengoku, come with me, we’ll talk to her.
The two men walked to one of the other interview rooms where Tachibana Ann was waiting for them. They sat down in front of the girl and asked her why she thought Fuji-san was innocent.
‘Yesterday my brother told me he would confess his love to Fuji-san. I told him he shouldn’t do it, not now, not when Fuji-san was so depressed. He didn’t listen to me, he said he had to tell him, he said he wanted to help Fuji-san in this difficult times. We went to the park. Kippei knew Fuji-san would be there, Fuji-san loves that park. When we saw Fuji-san, I hid myself. Kippei talked to him for a while, I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but suddenly Fuji-san ran away.’
The brown haired girl sighed. It was difficult for her to tell this story; her own brother had been murdered yesterday. But she had to tell it, she had to prove that Fuji-san wasn’t her brother’s murderer.
‘I understood that my brother confessed and that Fuji-san wasn’t very happy with his confession. I left my brother and followed Fuji-san. He sat on one of the benches and I sat down next to him. He was crying. I’d never seen Fuji-san cry before, he always smiled. I talked to him for a while; I said my brother was sorry and that he never wanted to hurt him. Fuji-san said he understood, but that this wasn’t a good time for a confession. When he felt a bit better, he left, he said he would go to the lunchroom. I walked back to where I and Kippei had been waiting for Fuji-san, but when I arrived there…Kippei was…dead.’
The girl started crying. Sengoku tried to comfort her and told her that she was doing fine, that they really appreciated her help and that Fuji-san and her brother would be thankful for what she did.
‘Fuji-san, he couldn’t have killed my brother. I left when Fuji-san left the park and I went back to my brother. I would have seen it if he had killed Kippei. Fuji-san is innocent, you should let him go.’
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Tezuka drove Fuji home. They drove in silence, neither of them spoke. The Chief Inspector was glad that he could bring his friend home; he didn’t want to put the boy in prison for another night. Fuji looked pale and he was thin. He didn’t look like the Fuji he had mistaken for a girl, the first time they met.
Fuji was innocent. Tachibana Ann proved them that he was innocent and Tezuka was glad. It was strange, the Chief Inspector had never felt so relieved before when someone he brought in was innocent. Most of the time, he was glad that he caught a suspect, but not with Fuji. He probably felt that way because he could be friends with Fuji now, without problems.
They arrived at Fuji’s house and stepped out of the car. The blue-eyed boy opened the front door and turned around to face Tezuka.
‘Would you like a cup of tea?’ His usual smile back in place.
The bespectacled man nodded and followed the other inside. They walked to the kitchen and the student started to boil some water.
‘I’m sorry.’ said Tezuka suddenly.
Fuji turned around. ‘Sorry for what?’
‘For putting you in prison.’
The smile on the honey-brown haired boy’s face grew wider. ‘It wasn’t your fault; you didn’t want to put me in prison. You knew I was innocent. Thank you for believing in me.’
Tezuka smiled softly.
‘It’s the first time I see you smile like that. I like it, you should smile more.’ said Fuji as he poured the water in the cups.
The Chief Inspector blushed a little and muttered his thanks. This made Fuji’s smile even brighter. Tezuka looked at the young smiling man and wondered how somebody who was too thin and that pale, could still be so beautiful.
‘Tea is ready, are you coming?’ asked Fuji.
Tezuka woke from his thoughts, and followed the smaller man to the living room. They sat down, and drank their tea, while talking about tennis, and photography. They talked for more than an hour before Tezuka stood up.
‘I have to go now; it’s getting late.’
Fuji nodded, stood up, and walked towards the policeman.
‘Thank you for everything, Tezuka.’
Two thin arms were wrapped about Tezuka’s waist and Fuji’s head rested against the Detective’s shoulder. Tezuka’s eyes widened. He hadn’t expected this, but he didn’t really mind. Slowly he wrapped his arms around Fuji’s shoulders and returned the hug.
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The Detective Chief Inspector opened his front door. Today had been a strange day. Fuji was interviewed, Tachibana Ann told them that Fuji was innocent, and the day ended with Fuji in his arms. It seemed like this whole day was filled with the honey-brown haired student.
Tezuka couldn’t stop thinking about the hug. It had only been a friendly hug, to thank him for his help. That was all, nothing more, nothing less. Fuji was just a friend who needed to be comforted, right?
He stepped out of his shoes and entered the living room. It was dark, so he lighted the room, and closed the curtains. He placed his bag on one of the chairs, when he suddenly noticed a white envelope on the table. Tezuka’s eyes widened and he held his breath. The envelope hadn’t been there when he left this morning, and no one else had a key of his apartment. He quickly, but carefully checked every room in his house, but no one seemed to be there. The one who left the envelope had probably left his house already. But someone had been there; someone entered his apartment without a key.
With slightly shaking hands he grabbed the envelope and slowly opened it. There was a letter, only one sentence, made with letters from magazines and newspapers.
‘Leave the blue-eyed angel alone’
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