Detective Tezuka Chapter 5 - One of Us

[tacuma]

It took me forever to update! Sorry, I was really busy, but here is finally chapter 5 of Detective Tezuka.

A Christmas present for all of you, but especially for  elysis ! XD

Title: Detective Tezuka chapter 5 – One of Us
Writer: Tacuma
Pairing: TezuFuji
Chapter: 5/?
Genre: AU, little bit angst, romance
Word count: 3424 words
Rating: PG-13
Warning: None
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis

A/N: Special thanks to akiko88 , you truly are the best!

Previous chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4



Chapter 5 – One of Us

‘Inui, I need your help.’

‘It’s still early. Why are you in such a hurry, Tezuka? There is a 100 per cent chance something has happened.’

‘When I came home yesterday, I found this letter on my table. I’m the only one who has a key. Somebody broke into my house, without leaving any trace. I checked every room, but nothing was stolen, and the burglar had already left.’

‘Every burglar leaves a trace, and I will find it. First I’ll take a look at the letter, after that I’ll visit your house with a team, and we will search for traces. If you don’t mind, of course.’

Tezuka nodded and handed the letter to Inui. At that moment Sengoku and Oishi entered the room.

‘Did you receive a love letter, Tezuka?’ asked the redhead with a grin.

‘‘Leave the blue-eyed angel alone’.’ read Inui out loud.

‘That’s a threat!’ said Oishi with his eyes wide open. ‘They’re threatening you? Tezuka, you shouldn’t go home alone anymore! You shouldn’t go alone anywhere, you need protection! This is serious. They are serious, Tezuka, you’re in danger! What should we do?’

‘Oishi, calm down. We don’t know anything yet. Maybe it is just a joke.’ said Tezuka.

‘How can you be so calm, Tezuka?! They know where you live, they found out where you live! You don’t take this serious enough. You should take this more seriously! Three people are murdered and one is attacked, maybe you are the next one. It’s a threat!’

The Chief Inspector sighed. ‘Okay, I won’t go home alone tonight. I’ll stay with somebody else.’

‘The one who made that letter is really old-fashioned!’ said Sengoku suddenly. ‘He used letters from newspapers and magazines. He could easily have typed it on his computer.’

‘It may look old-fashioned, but it is certainly not.’ answered Inui. ‘Every printer has its own code. If our burglar would have printed the text on a piece of paper, the code would also have been printed. You can’t see it, but every printed piece of paper has such an invisible code. With that code we could easily have found the printer and the one who using it.’

‘So, when I print something, you can see the paper comes from my printer?’ asked Sengoku, blue eyes wide open.

‘Exactly. If you know where and how to find the code, you can easily find the person who printed the piece of paper. Our burglar is smart, he probably knew this. He probably didn’t leave any fingerprints either.’

‘And the blue-eyed angel?’ asked Oishi.

‘That is Fuji-san, of course.’ answered Yagyuu who just entered the room with Nioh.

‘How are things between you and Fuji-san, Tezuka?’ asked Inui while he grabbed a pen and a small notebook. ‘Are you two together, just like Yagyuu and Nioh?’

The bespectacled Detective Sergeant blushed and Nioh smirked. Tezuka felt a headache coming up. ‘No, we’re not together! We’re just friends. Take a look at that letter and at my apartment and stop asking such unnecessary questions.’ answered the Detective Chief Inspector and he left the room.

‘That guy is definitely in love. Why doesn’t he admit it?’ asked Nioh.

‘Tezuka has other things to think about right now.’ said Oishi angry. ‘He has to solve three murders, an attack and yesterday someone broke into his house and left a threat. He has to leave Fuji-san alone. He just can’t do that! Saeki-san’s funeral is tomorrow. Tezuka has to go there and Fuji-san will definitely be there too! Stop making jokes about them! When this is all over Tezuka will realize how he feels, but leave him alone until that time!’

With that said, Oishi followed Tezuka and left the room. The others stared at the door, not really knowing what exactly happened.

‘Yes Mom.’ said Sengoku suddenly and they all started laughing.

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Tezuka and Oishi drove through the streets of Tokyo City. They would visit Echizen-san, since he was in Japan for an important tennis tournament. None of them said anything. The Chief Inspector was obviously angry and Oishi didn’t know what to say to lighten the mood. He hoped Tezuka would feel better at the time they arrived at Echizen-san’s house.

It took them almost an hour to get to the tennis champion’s house. Echizen-san normally lived in America, but he also had a small house in Japan, close to the house of his parents. It wasn’t a house one would expect from a rich, world famous tennis player. It was small and dark.

Tezuka knocked on the door and a few seconds later it was opened by Momoshiro. The two policemen stared surprised at the canteen boy. Momoshiro stared back, his purple eyes widened.

‘I thought you were sick. Shouldn’t you be in bed?’

‘I…I’m…Echizen is taking care of me!’

‘So, why are you the one who opens the door?’

‘I…please don’t tell the boss!’ begged Momoshiro. ‘I can hardly spend any time with Echizen, because he lives in America and now he’s finally back in Japan!’

‘I will talk with Yukimura-san about it. If you wanted to spend time with your friend, you should have taken the day off. We’d like to talk to Echizen-san now, so please let us in.’ said Tezuka.

Momoshiro let the policemen in and led them to the living room. Echizen sat on the couch, his cat on his lap, and watched a tennis match on television.

‘Echizen, the police wants to talk to you.’

The tennis player looked uninterested, shut the television down and told them to take a seat.

‘I’m Detective Chief Inspector Tezuka and this is Detective Sergeant Oishi. We’re investigating a murder and we have some questions for you, Echizen-san. Do you know Fuji Syuusuke and Saeki Kojiroh?’

‘Yeah, I went to middle school with them. I met them at the tennis club. They were good friends back then. Saeki was a loser. He was boring and he sucked at tennis. I liked Fuji, he was the only one who could beat me back then and he was a hottie.’ answered Echizen.

‘Did you like him more than a friend? Did you have a relationship?’ asked Oishi.

‘No, I left after my first year and I never saw him again. Besides that, I’m not interested anymore, I have someone else.’

The young tennis player and the two policemen looked at Momoshiro. The canteen boy started to blush and gave Echizen an angry glare.

‘If you’re not interested, why did you get that letter?!’ shouted Momoshiro.

Echizen shrugged his shoulders. ‘I don’t know.’

‘What kind of letter?’ asked Tezuka.

Momoshiro left the living room and a few moments later he returned with a piece of paper. He showed it to the policemen. Tezuka’s eyes widened a little.

Leave the blue-eyed angel alone

‘When did you get this letter?’ asked the Chief Inspector. ‘And how do you know it’s about Fuji Syuusuke?’

‘I don’t know many people with blue eyes. The only persons I could think of were Kevin Smith and Fuji Syuusuke. Both aren’t like angels at all. Kevin is a brat and Fuji was sadistic, but because I got the letter here in Japan, I thought it would be about Fuji. Did something happen to him?’

‘No, but Saeki-san is murdered. We’re trying to find the killer.’ answered Oishi. ‘Do you know Kawamura Takashi, Oshitari Yuushi or Tachibana Kippei?’

‘I know Oshitari. I played against him a few years ago, but I don’t know the others. Are they murdered too?’

‘Oshitari-san is attacked, but he survived, he is in hospital now. The other two are indeed murdered.’ said the bespectacled Inspector. ‘Could you please tell us where you were five days ago?’

‘Is he a suspect?’ asked Momoshiro

‘We ask everyone, so we can remove them from our list of suspects.’ answered Oishi.

‘My plane landed in Japan four days ago, late at night. My dad picked me up at 11.30 PM. He brought me here and I slept until lunch-time. Then I visited my middle school coach, Ryuzaki Sumire. You can ask her. My parent invited me for dinner and I stayed there. I left them the day after, because I would meet Momoshiro.’

‘What about the day before yesterday?’

‘I played tennis with Momo. After that we grabbed some burgers and we visited the cinema.’

‘Could we see your tickets?’ asked Tezuka.

Momoshiro left the room again. It took him a while, but a few minutes later he returned with two tickets. The Chief Inspector checked the date and time before nodding his thanks to the canteen boy.

Tezuka and Oishi stood up. ‘We’re taking this letter with us. Thank you, for your answers, Echizen-san. Please stay away from Fuji Syuusuke. It’s for your own safety.’

Echizen stood up too. His hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. ‘I can’t stay away from him if I don’t know what he looks like. I haven’t seen him in years.’

The Detective Sergeant picked a photo from his pocket and showed it.

‘Hmm, he didn’t change much, he is still a hottie.’

‘ECHIZEN!’

‘Mada mada dane, Momo.’

The policemen left the house and let the two young men bicker.

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Sengoku sighed. He just talked with Akutsu Jin and that guy was definitely scary. He understood why the tennis team was scared when he threaten them. The tall grey-haired man didn’t want to talk with the red-haired policemen and didn’t answer any of his questions. It took Sengoku half an hour to convince Akutsu to tell about his alibi. The tall guy only told him, because Sengoku would have arrested him if he didn’t.

Sengoku shivered. He was glad that it was over. Akutsu had an alibi and was innocent. Well, as innocent as a man like that could be. The redhead was sure Tezuka had sent himto Akutsu on purpose. Probably because of what Sengoku had said this morning about love letters. Tezuka could be a scary man too.

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Tezuka and Oishi arrived at a huge mansion with an enormous garden. Atobe Keigo surely was rich. They drove through the gates to the small parking lot which was almost completely filled with beautiful, expensive cars. They stepped out and walked to the door, but before they could ring the doorbell, a huge man with black hair opened the door.

‘I’m Detective Chief Inspector Tezuka and this is Detective Sergeant Oishi. We’d like to talk to Atobe Keigo.’

The servant nodded, said ‘usu’, and brought them to a large living room. The two policemen could hardly believe their eyes when they entered the room. It was filled with paintings and sculptures and furniture that looked really expensive. Suddenly the double doors opened and a man with silver hair entered.

‘Ore-sama is not amused!’ he announced.

Tezuka and Oishi blinked. ‘Excuse me? What are you not amused about, Atobe-san?’

‘Didn’t he tell you about the letter? Yanagisawa!’

A young man with brown hair, strange lips and the outfit of a servant quickly entered the room. ‘Atobe-sama?’

‘Didn’t you tell them about the letter, Yanagisawa?’

‘N…not yet, Atobe-sama. I didn’t call the police yet. I’m sorry.’ stammered the servant.

The millionaire turned to Tezuka and Oishi. ‘If Ore-sama’s lousy servant didn’t call you yet, why are you here?’

‘Could you please tell us about the letter first?’ asked Tezuka. ‘It might be important.’

‘I will. Please take a seat. Yanagisawa, tell Ibu to bring us tea. Ore-sama can’t depend on you, it seems.’

The servant left and the three men sat down on the expensive couches.

‘Ore-sama received a letter this morning.’ He snapped his fingers. ‘Itsuki, bring me the letter.’

A man with dark brown hair and an enormous nose brought the letter on a silver plate. Atobe took the letter from the plate and showed it to the policemen. It was almost exactly the same as the letters that Tezuka and Echizen received.

Leave the blue-eyed angel alone.

‘Ore-sama doesn’t know what this is all about. Ore-sama doesn’t know any other angels than himself, but ore-sama’s eyes aren’t blue, nor can ore-sama leave himself alone.’

‘You’re not the only one who received a letter like this.’ answered Tezuka and he picked a photo from his pocket. ‘The blue-eyed angel is this young man. Do you know him?’

While Atobe looked at the picture, Oishi picked the letter from the plate and placed it in a special plastic bag. They would take it for investigation. It was indeed exactly the same as the letter Tezuka received.

‘Ore-sama once played tennis against him. Isn’t his name Fuji, or something? Ore-sama has seen him only a few times. The last time was years ago. Why should ore-sama leave him alone?’

A black-haired servant entered the room with the tea.

‘Ibu, what took you so long?! Ore-sama’s guests are thirsty!’

The servant mumbled apologies while he offered Tezuka and Oishi a cookie before he left the room again.

‘His name is indeed Fuji, Fuji Syuusuke.’ continued Tezuka. ‘Three of his friends are murdered and one of them is attacked. Fuji-san told us that you were sexually interested in him. The fact that you received a letter means that you might be in danger.’

‘Ore-sama is deeply offended! Why would ore-sama be sexually interested in such a boy when he celebrated his three year anniversary with his one and only one, only two days ago? That Fuji boy is good at tennis. That’s the only reason why ore-sama was interested.’

‘Fuji-san said you asked him for a match. If you won, Fuji-san would be your price.’ said Oishi. ‘Is that right?’

‘It’s not true. Ore-sama would never betray his Jiroh. That so called blue-eyed angel lied!’

‘We understand, sorry for offending you. Would you mind telling us where you were five days ago? We have to ask everyone.’ said Oishi.

‘Ore-sama came back yesterday, from a trip to Hawaii with his beloved Jiroh. We have been there a week, so five days ago ore-sama was at the beach.’

‘Do you still have the plane tickets?’

‘Ore-sama doesn’t need tickets, ore-sama has a privet plane.’

‘Of course. Thank you for answering our questions. We will take the letter with us, for further investigation.’ said Tezuka as he stood up. A man, who listened to the name Ishida, brought them back to the front door and let them out. Tezuka and Oishi walked back to their car and drove to the gates. Once they were driving through the streets of Tokyo again, Tezuka suddenly spoke up.

‘He is a bad liar, he was definitely sexually interested in Fuji. We have to check if he really has been to Hawaii.’

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Yukimura slammed his fist against his desk. How dared he? Tezuka had ordered Yagyuu and Ohtori to interview Sanada! Wasn’t Tezuka the one who said that Sanada was innocent? Didn’t Fuji-san say so? Wasn’t Tezuka the one who would know how it feels when the one you like, no, when the one you love is a suspect in a murder case?

Worst of all, the two Detective Sergeants questioned Sanada at the university, at his work, with all his colleagues around! Probably everyone at the university knew that Sanada got a visit from the police. The rumours would start again!

A knock on the door. Tezuka entered.

‘Why did you do that?’

‘Interviewing Sanada-san, you mean? To make sure he wasn’t guilty. Now we know that he has an alibi, we can take him from our list.’

‘Didn’t Fuji-san tell you he was innocent?’

‘No, Fuji told me that he and Sanada-san were not involved.’

‘That means Sanada had no motive for the murders. Why did you interview him anyway?’

‘Weren’t you the one who didn’t trust Fuji?’

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Tezuka entered his house. He could see that Inui had visited his house earlier that day. His things were not where they belonged. He hoped the scientist found something that could lead them to the killer. They had talked to four suspects, but they didn’t get any wiser. All of them had an alibi. Atobe really had been to Hawaii.

Tiredly he sat on his couch. He promised Oishi that he wouldn’t go home on his own, but he wanted to be alone for a while. Tomorrow would be Saeki-san’s funeral and he had to go. He would definitely meet Fuji there. If the killer would see them together, he could be the next victim. He couldn’t let his guard down.

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Fuji stood in front of his door and said goodbye to his friend, Kikumaru Eiji. They had dinner together, talked and laughed, but now it was time for the redhead to go. Fuji felt much better. Eiji always knew how to cheer him up. The hyper active boy gave Fuji a last goodbye-hug before he turned around and walked away. At the end of the street he turned to Fuji again and waved. The photographer smiled and waved back.

Then suddenly two shots were heard. Fuji ducked, screamed. Eiji fell on the ground with a loud cry. Then there was silence.

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Tezuka and Oishi stood at the graveyard, both wearing black suits. They watched Saeki-san’s family and friends standing at the grave. People were crying and embraced each other, comforted each other. Small groups of mourning persons were scattered across the yard. A man in a black suit, with honey-brown hair stood alone. No one talked to him, no one embraced him. He didn’t cry. He just stood there, next to the grave, his bangs hiding his eyes. Tezuka’s heart ached when he saw the lonely boy.

‘Come.’

‘Where are we going?’ asked Oishi.

‘Fuji.’

‘Did you forget about the threat? The killer might be here. Who knows what will happen to you if you approach Fuji-san.’

The Chief Inspector didn’t answer and walked away. He didn’t care about himself. He couldn’t stand seeing Fuji so lonely and sad. When Fuji heard Tezuka and Oishi approach, he looked up and turned around. A sad smile on his face.

‘He is resting in peace now.’

The two policemen didn’t know what to say, so they just looked at the grave and nodded.

‘How is Eiji doing?’ asked Fuji.

‘He hasn’t woken up yet, but he will survive.’ answered Oishi. ‘It will take him some time to recover, but no vital organs were hit. A few weeks, maybe a few months before he will be playing tennis again. We guard him 24/7. We won’t let anything happen to him, we won’t let the killer come close.’

‘Thank you.’ answered Fuji.

They were silent for a while. The blue-eyed boy looked around. Most people had left. Saeki’s parents were the only one who had stayed. When Fuji wanted to approach them, to tell them how sorry he was, they glared at him, before they turned around and walked away.

‘It’s all my fault, right? All my friends got killed or ended up in the hospital. That’s why everybody ignores me. They think it’s my fault.’ A sob was heard. ‘What did I do?’

Tezuka and Oishi didn’t know how to answer. They still had no clue about the killer or the motive. Oishi bit his lip. The bespectacled Inspector stepped forward and embraced Fuji.

‘It’s not your fault, Fuji. Saeki-san’s death is not your fault. None of their deaths is your fault, so don’t blame yourself.’

‘We’ll bring you home.’ said Oishi who smiled softly at the beautiful scene in front of him.

The three of them drove in silence. The two policemen in the front seats of the car, Fuji in the backseat. The Chief Inspector looked a few times at the blue-eyed angel in the mirror, but Fuji’s face was hidden by his bangs again.

When they arrived, Tezuka walked Fuji to his front door.

‘Will you be okay on your own?’ asked the bespectacled man.

‘I’ll be alright. Thank you for everything, Tezuka.’

Before Tezuka could respond he heard something behind him. Oishi shouted his name from the car. He felt a sting in his right arm. He hissed in pain. Fuji gasped. With his left arm, Tezuka managed to hit his attacker. The man fell, crawled away from the tall policeman and tried to stand up. Oishi pushed him down and handcuffed him. Tezuka felt blood trickling down his arm, but he ignored it. He stared at the attacker. He looked exactly as Oshitari had described him.

Hair that reached his chin and about 165 centimetre tall.