Detective Tezuka Chapter 6 - The One Warrior

[tacuma]

It took me forever to update! Three months or something, but I finally finished the next chapter of Detective Tezuka. We're gonna find out about the killers, finally


Title: Detective Tezuka chapter 6 – The One Warrior
Writer: Tacuma
Pairing: TezuFuji
Chapter: 6/7
Genre: AU, little bit angst, romance
Word count: 2912 words
Rating: PG-13
Warning: None
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis

Previous chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

 

Chapter 6 – The One Warrior

Tezuka sat down on a chair, and hissed in pain when the doctor disinfected his wound. It was bigger than he thought, and he would probably needed stitches. He softly hissed again when the doctor gave him anaesthesia. He felt the needle in his flesh, close to the wound. He hoped the stitching wouldn’t hurt as much as the anaesthesia. Fuji, who sat beside him, patted his hand and smiled. The Chief Inspector felt his cheeks heat up a little when the blue-eyed angel kept holding his hand. His own hands were big compared to Fuji’s small and smooth one.

‘You have to be a good boy now,’ said Fuji, and his smile grew wider.

Tezuka tried to glare, but at that moment the doctor touched the wound again and the bespectacled man had to bite his lip.

After Oishi had handcuffed the attacker, he had called Yagyuu for back-up. He arrived a few minutes later, together with Sengoku. The attacker had no ID-card, but he didn’t need one to be identified. Oishi and Tezuka had immediately recognized him once they had seen his face. It was Atobe’s servant: Ibu Shinji.

Fuji offered to bring Tezuka to the hospital. They stood in front of his house, and his car was parked close by. The other policemen would bring Ibu-san to the police station. Yagyuu wanted to say that he could bring his boss to the hospital, but when he opened his mouth, Sengoku pushed him towards the car, and said it was a great idea that Fuji brought their boss to the hospital. The bespectacled Detective Sergeant glared at his colleague, and wanted to protest, but he held his tongue when the redhead said that their boss needed some time together with the love of his life.

That’s how Tezuka ended up at the hospital with an angel holding his hand.

While being treated, the Chief Inspector thought about the day he first met Fuji, about how he mistook him for a girl. And about the day he had to lock Fuji up as the main suspect in their murder case. He still felt guilty. Also about the day…

‘Ready. You can go Tezuka-san, but be careful with your arm. Don’t lift heavy things and no tennis for at least a week.’

Tezuka blinked. It was done already? He hadn’t felt a thing. Beside him Fuji was still holding his hand.

‘You spaced out. Were you thinking about something nice?’

‘Ah.’

‘About what?’

‘…’

‘Never mind. I’ll bring you home.’

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Fuji drove Tezuka home. Tezuka told the younger man where to go. It wasn’t difficult to find Tezuka’s apartment. Especially at this time of the day. It was getting late almost everybody was at home or was having a drink at a bar. The roads were almost completely empty.

‘You have a nice car,’ said Tezuka to break the uncomfortable silence.

‘Thank you, but it’s not my car. It’s Saeki’s. His parents came to pick up some of his things, a few days ago. They told me I could have it. Actually I didn’t want to use it, but this was an emergency.’

‘You and Saeki-san were good friends. I don’t think he would have minded if you used it.’

‘I guess you’re right.’

They drove the rest of the way in silence. This time it was a more comfortable silence. Every now and then Tezuka would give directions, and soon they arrived at the apartment. The Chief Inspector opened the door and stepped out of the car.

‘Looks like a nice apartment.’

‘Thank you. Do you want to come in?’

Fuji’s opened his eyes, and he started to blush a little. When Tezuka saw Fuji’s open eyes, he understood how wrong his question could be interpreted.

‘I mean…will you be alright? You’re not too tired to drive back? It has been a long day.’

‘I’d love to come in. Thanks.’

Fuji stepped out, locked his car and followed Tezuka. They entered the building, and stepped into the elevator. The bespectacled man wondered if he had made a mistake. Was it wrong to ask Fuji in? He opened the door of his apartment, and let the student in. Fuji stepped out of his shoes, and entered the living room.

‘It’s beautiful! The view from up here is so beautiful.’

‘Ah.’

While Fuji stood on the balcony, looking at the night sky of Tokyo, Tezuka made some food. They ate together, talked a bit, and then it was time to go to bed. Tezuka felt rather awkward, but Fuji just smiled, and helped the policeman with the futon.

‘Do you have an old shirt for me?’ asked the photography student, ‘Something that I can wear to bed?’

Tezuka opened his closet, and picket out a towel, and pyjamas that had shrunk when he washed them. They should fit Fuji. He showed his guest the bathroom, before he changed into his own pyjamas. He preferred sleeping in his boxers, but he didn’t want to expose himself to Fuji.

A few minutes later, the honey-haired boy came out of the bathroom, and Tezuka could only stare. Fuji was only wearing the pyjama bottoms, showing his bare and very beautiful chest. The blue-eyed angel chuckled when he saw Tezuka’s shocked expression.

‘It’s too hot to wear the top,’ he explained.

The Chief Inspector just nodded as he quickly entered the bathroom, and locked the door behind him. He was glad Fuji felt at home, but Tezuka had to concentrate on his job. He still didn’t know for sure if Ibu-san killed Saeki-san and the others. He couldn’t let his guard down. He could not get distracted.

Tezuka washed his face, and brushed his teeth, before he returned to the bedroom. Fuji was already in bed, reading one of Tezuka’s books. When the hazel-eyed man entered, Fuji looked up.

‘Can I borrow this book?’ he asked.

‘Ah,’ was all Tezuka answered as he laid down in his bed.

Fuji placed the book on the nightstand before he laid down as well. Tezuka switched off the light.

‘Good night,’ whispered Fuji.

‘Good night,’ answered Tezuka. But it took him a long time before he fell asleep.

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‘Ibu Shinji, twenty two years old and 165 cm tall. Chin length hair, just like Oshitari-san’s description. Servant at the first Atobe mansion, and most probably one of our killers,’ said Tezuka.

He stood in front of a whiteboard with pictures and information about the victims and their possible suspects. He had his arms crossed before his chest, and an angry expression on his face. In front of him sat his team. All of them were grinning widely at him. Even Ohtori, who normally didn’t join the teasing.

‘Okay, what’s so funny?’ asked the Chief Inspector finally.

‘Did you and Fuji-san had fun last night?’ asked Sengoku. ‘Oishi saw him leaving your apartment this morning. He stayed over, ne?’

Tezuka sighed. Why were they so interested in his love life? ‘It was late when we left the hospital. He dropped me off at my apartment, but he was tired, it would have been irresponsible to send him home on his own. We slept in different beds, nothing happened, so stop grinning and get to work. Oishi, I want you to help me question Ibu-san. Yagyuu, watch the interview from behind the mirror. Ohtori, try to hack Ibu-san’s computer and email. Sengoku, fill in the paperwork.’

The Chief Inspector and two of his Detective Sergeants left the room, and Ohtori started up his computer. Sengoku muttered something about ‘revenge’ and ‘no sense of humour’ before he started to fill out the papers.

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Tezuka and Oishi entered the interview room, and sat down in front of Ibu-san. The Detective Sergeant started the tape-recorder.

‘Ibu-san, why did you attack me last night?’

There was a moment of silence. Ibu stared at the two policemen before he started mumbling.

‘You were with Fuji Syuusuke. Didn’t I tell you to stay away from him? I placed the envelope in you house, the white envelope. I left it on your table. It said ‘leave the blue-eyed angel alone’. The angel is Fuji Syuusuke. Didn’t you know it referred to Fuji Syuusuke? You should have known. You’re a Detective Chief Inspector. You should have left him alone. I wouldn’t have hurt you if you had left him alone.’

Oishi blinked. Tezuka raised an eyebrow. They never had such a talkative suspect before.

‘So, why do I have to leave Fuji-san alone?’ asked Tezuka.

‘If you want to stay alive, you will have to leave him alone. You won’t get hurt if you leave him. No one is allowed to come close to him.’

That wasn’t a helpful answer at all.

‘Did you attack Oshitari-san, and did you kill Tachibana-san and Kawamura-san?’ asked Oishi.

‘They came close to Fuji Syuusuke. Too close. I had to attack them, I had to kill them. I couldn’t let them go unpunished. I was forced to hurt them. It was their own fault,’ answered Ibu.

‘Who forced you, Ibu-san? You said you were forced to kill them. Who is the one you worked with?’ asked Oishi. ‘We know you didn’t do it on your own.’

‘I was the one with the knife. I took a knife from the kitchen. No one missed it. I don’t know how to use a gun. I can’t shoot. Kabaji can shoot, he took the gun.’

‘Kabaji?’ asked Oishi.

‘The huge servant at Atobe’s mansion,’ said Tezuka as he stood up, and quickly left the interview room.

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Four policemen should be enough to arrest Kabaji Munehiro. He was tall and strong, and he had a gun, but the police had weapons too. And more important, bullet-proof vests. Tezuka drove in a small police bus through Tokyo as fast as he could. Yagyuu sat next to him, and Ohtori and Sengoku sat in the back. He didn’t bring Oishi. Oishi was too nervous for an arrest like this.

They drove through the gate of the Atobe mansion, and parked in from of the house. Sengoku would stay in the car, just in case Kabaji-san would try to flee. Tezuka rang the doorbell, and a few moments later the door was opened by Yanagisawa. The servant’s eyes grew big, and he stepped aside to let the three policemen in.

‘Where is Kabaji Munehiro?’ asked Yagyuu.

‘T…the second living room,’ stutter the nervous Yanagisawa.

‘Lead us.’ commanded Tezuka.

The servant brought them to the second living room. When they entered, they saw Atobe, sitting on one of his luxurious couches. He shot his servant, and the three uninvited visitors an angry glare.

‘Ore-sama does not want to be disturbed.’

‘We’re here for Kabaji-san,’ said Tezuka.

The enormous man stood behind the couch Atobe sat on. He didn’t try to run. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t even show any resistance when Yagyuu handcuffed him. He just stood there and watched.

‘Kabaji Munehiro, I’m arresting you on suspicion of the murder on Saeki Kojiroh, Kawamura Takashi, Tachibana Kippei and the attack on Kikumaru Eiji. You do not have to say anything, but anything you do say, can be used against you.”

The servant didn’t say a word. Atobe stood up.

‘This is ridiculous! Ore-sama’s servants are NOT murderers! Ore-sama was the one who received a threat. Have you done anything about that?’

Ohtori and Yagyuu brought Kabaji to the car, leaving Tezuka behind with Atobe.

‘There is a link between the threat you received and the murders. We will find out where the threats came from, and we’ll let you know, Atobe-san.’

‘Kabaji is not guilty, nor is Ibu. Ore-sama will get them out of there,’ said the stubborn diva.

‘If you have any evidence that Kabaji-san or Ibu-san was elsewhere on the time of the murders, please tell us. Goodbye,’ said Tezuka as he turned around and left.

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The interview with Kabaji was not successful. The man didn’t say a word. He wouldn’t answer any of t heir questions. No matter what Tezuka and his men did, he wouldn’t give in. Ibu was the complete opposite. He just wouldn’t stop talking. He kept rambling about unimportant things. Yagyuu and Sengoku, who interviewed him, stopped their questions after an hour. Ibu had told them the whole story of his life, but not why he had killed or attacked innocent people. It was hopeless.

‘Maybe we should ask Fuji-san if he knows Ibu-san or Kabaji-san,’ said Oishi as they gathered in the office.

‘I’ll call him,’ said Tezuka.

‘Of course you will,’ said Sengoku with a grin.

The Chief Inspector shot him a glare before he left the office to call Fuji. Half an hour later the blue-eyed student arrived. Tezuka was already waiting for him.

‘You missed me already?’ said Fuji with a smile.

‘We need your help,’ was all Tezuka answered, ‘Come.’

‘How is your arm?’ asked the honey-haired man.

‘Better. It doesn’t hurt as much anymore.’

‘I’m glad to hear that.’

The four other policemen were discussing the evidence against their two suspects. They stopped talking when Tezuka and Fuji entered. Outsiders weren’t usually allowed to visit the office, but this was an exception. They had only a few small questions.

‘So, how can I help you?’ asked Fuji.

Oishi showed him two pictures. One of Kabaji Munehiro and one of Ibu Shinji.

‘Do you know these men?’

Fuji took a good look at the pictures. It were lousy police photos. He could make much better portraits, but he didn’t care about that right now. These men might be the men that killed his friends.

‘I’ve never seen them before. Do they have something to do with the murders?’

‘Most probably,’ answered Yagyuu. ‘We have a confession from the one with the long hair, and he gave us the name of the other, but we don’t have a motive. If you knew them, you could have told us something about them.’

‘I’m sorry,’ answered Fuji, ‘I really haven’t seen them before.’

‘It’s a pity, but thank you for coming,’ said Tezuka.

At that moment Inui walked in. He laid a few magazines on the table.

‘Remember the letter you got, Tezuka? I found out from which newspapers and magazines those letters come. Most of them come from this magazine, ‘Millionaire’. Others come from financial newspapers and some business magazines. If you can find these magazines at the houses of your suspects, you have all the evidence you’ll need. The motive will come later.’

‘Financial newspapers, business magazines and the ‘Millionaire’. That doesn’t sound like something Ibu-san or Kabaji-san would read,’ said Ohtori.

‘No,’ answered Yagyuu, ‘But it does sound like something Atobe-san would read!’

‘Thank you for your help Inui,’ said the Chief Inspector. ‘We’ll search for them. Oishi, you go to Ibu-san’s house. Sengoku, you visit Kabaji-san’s house. Yagyuu, go to the Atobe mansion. You should all take one or two uniformed policemen. Search for those newspapers and magazines, preferable the ones that were used to make the letters. Ohtori, go on with hacking Ibu-san’s and Kabaji-san’s email.’

‘Yes,’ said the four man at the same time. They left the office, followed by Inui, leaving Tezuka behind with Fuji. The boy smiled a small smile at the Chief Inspector.

‘Now we’ll soon know who is responsible for the death of my friends.’

Tezuka nodded.

‘Ne, Tezuka, would you be my friend? Even after all of this is solved, after the killers are locked up for the rest of their lives?’

‘I cannot replace your friends who died, Fuji,’ answered Tezuka.

‘I know,’ whispered the blue-eyed angel. His smile had disappeared, ‘But you can fill the emptiness in my heart.’

He wrapped his arms around Tezuka’s neck, and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. He immediately let go of Tezuka, and stepped back. The Chief Inspector stood dumbfounded. He stared at those sad, but at the same time hopeful blue eyes. After a few seconds, his arms found their way around Fuji’s waist, and he kissed the student.

‘I will try,’ he said, and he allowed a small smile on his face. The photography student gave him a bright smile in return, before they shared a long kiss.

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Sengoku entered the office. He came back from his visit to Kabaji-san’s house. Tezuka was writing a report when the redhead entered. He turned around to listen to Sengoku’s findings.

‘Nothing. No magazines, no newspapers. The house was almost empty. There was some furniture, but that was all. Not even food in the fridge. He probably stays over at the Atobe mansion most of the time.’

Oishi walked in and joined their conversation.

‘I didn’t find much either,’ he said, ‘Is something wrong with you, Tezuka? You look…different.’

‘I’m fine,’ answered the Chief Inspector.

Sengoku smirked, ‘We left you alone with Fuji-san. Did you have a nice rendezvous?’

‘No,’ answered Tezuka firmly, ‘Nothing happened.’

‘Anyway, the magazines weren’t Ibu-san’s. He had only magazines about sports,’ said Oishi. He wanted to stop Sengoku’s endless teasing.

‘That’s right,’ said Yagyuu, who just came in. ‘They’re Atobe’s. I found the magazines that were used for the letters. We’ll let Inui take a look at them, for fingerprints and stuff. Atobe was furious that I took his precious magazines.’

‘He’ll get even more angry,’ said Ohtori. He walked in with a laptop in his hands, ‘We’ll have to arrest him.’

To be continued

A/N: 'Ibu' means 'The One Warrior', that's why I gave that name to this chapter.