• xxxxxThe day started off as any other. I woke up, showered, and got dressed. I wore plain slim fit blue jeans, a grey shirt, and white hoodie. It was still dark outside, and it was raining, but it didn't really seem to matter. A seemingly foreign feeling crossed over me, a small tightness in my chest, and a small smile playing on my lips. I was quite a bit surprised at my show of emotion. Guess I should be happy, I thought to myself. After all, today would be my first day as a detective, well a detective in training that is. At least I wasn't doing desk work anymore.

    xxxxxI’d been assigned to a famous homicide detective, whose partner had gotten the pink slip for. . . let’s just say misconduct. I may, or may not have had a hand in it. I made way out of my apartment, towards the parking garage. I noted I was leaving a bit late. The traffic was surprisingly light, allowing me to make my way to the station quickly.
    I made my way over the homicide division office, as instructed priorly. I looked around: I had actually never met the detective, so I had no idea what he looked like. A tall man with an odd shade of spiky, shoulder-length, red hair, and emerald eyes, made his way over to me. He wore a pair of Diesel jeans, a blood red shirt, and a black hoodie.

    xxxxx“Ah, you must be my fledgling,” he said to me with a large, sardonic smile.

    xxxxxSomething seemed rather off about him. “Yes.” I replied flatly, my expression never faltering. His smile noticeably dropped for a split second, quickly replaced with another.

    xxxxx“Well nice to meet you, I’m Axel Fujiwara, Got it memorized?” he replied with a rather self-possessed tone.

    xxxxxI tried to force myself not to sound monotone, put on a face too, as an attempt to disguise my lack of empathy. I needed to hide it. I needed to, for this to work. I plastered a fake smile onto my face and said, “Sure of our selves aren't we? I’m Roxas Uchiyama,” he was obviously shocked at the snarky question. From the way he reacted, no one talked to him that way most likely. As quickly as the shock had washed over his face, it left, being replaced by what was probably a façade. Then again, I’m a cynic.

    xxxxx“Well, well. We've already got a case this morning, A young girl, sixteen or so, The scene is pretty brutal.” He replied nonchalantly, like it was nothing unusual.”You ready?” he asked.

    xxxxxI nodded my head and followed him. As he passed me to leave, his hand brushed mine. My heart jumped a little. Why. . .? Something is definitely off about him, I thought rather pensively. Any who, it didn't matter; I was one step closer. One stop closer to my revenge.