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Shirogumi
Detective Yamaguchi leaned over the body frowning and tightening his latex gloves. The background was filled with peripheral chatter between the forensics crew and police officers. He examined the body carefully without touching it. The victim was male… in his early to mid thirties… a salary man… his business suit attire still had the smell fresh from the dry cleaners even though it was soaked in blood.
“Detective Yamaguchi,” a familiar voice called out from behind him.
Detective Yamaguchi turned around and recognized a familiar face.
“Ah, Fujisawa-san,” the detective responded with a smile, “fancy to see you here.”
Fujisawa shook his head, “fancy probably wouldn’t be my word of choice.”
“Really, what department are you with now?”
There was a pause.
“Organized Crime,” Fujisawa replied solemnly.
Yamaguchi gave out a sigh, “well, I told you, you shouldn’t be so headstrong, Organized Crime is a demotion from your previous department and rank isn’t it?”
Fujisawa chuckled a little, “yes it is, but it really isn’t that bad, at least I’m on the same case as you detective.”
Yamaguchi nodded and turned back to the body, “I suppose then that this isn’t just your normal homicide then?”
“You could say that.” Fujisawa knelt down next to Detective Yamaguchi, “this is a messy one.”
Detective Yamaguchi sighed.
“So how is organized crime involved in this?” Yamaguchi asked standing back up removing his latex gloves.
Fujisawa stood up next to him and pointed to the bedroom to the side of the wall of where the male victim’s body was found, “the wife.”
Detective Yamaguchi peered over into the bed room, a young woman’s body was found naked and dead on top of the bed, the blood soaked through the sheets and the face was covered by a pillow that silenced the gunshot to the head.
Detective Yamaguchi sighed.
“Kogami, Eriko.”
The name sounded familiar to Yamaguchi. He frowned straining in thought as the forensics crew continued to move about, pictures were being taken, evidence collected, and the other officers conversing taking reports from witnesses outside the room.
“Why does that name sound so familiar?”
“She is the youngest daughter of the Kogami House, the largest clan here in northwest Tokyo.”
Detective Yamaguchi sighed.
“And she married a regular chump like him?” Yamaguchi asked.
“Yup,” Fujisawa answered.
“Must have been one heck of a mess with daddy then,” Detective Yamaguchi said almost jokingly.
“Well that’s just the thing, Yamaguchi-san, daddy is died. Kogami, Kenichi, boss of the Kogami House, was murdered earlier today also.”
Yamaguchi didn’t sigh this time… there was no need for a sigh… not at the expense of this case anymore.
“So what does your department have so far?”
“Gang wars, rivaling O-kage house has been on the rise in recent months, this is most like the result of a complete take over and shift of power. One of the witness at the Kogami residence report to have spotted a caravan of black unmarked sedans roll up into the residence minutes before the call was made to the police reporting gunshots being fired in the neighborhood and when we responded we found the old boss Kogami croaked over in his courtyard pond,” Fujisawa scoffed a bit, “even the fish were died.”
“And…what of the rest of the Kogami’s immediate family?”
“All dead…” Fujisawa look around… “well, not quite.” Picking up a framed photograph and handed it over the detective.
Detective Yamaguchi looked at the picture. The husband… the wife Eriko… and a child.
“Who’s the little girl?”
“The young couples’ daughter…”
Detective Yamaguchi frowned, “what a tragedy, what a shame…”
“The little girl was pretty lucky,” Fujisawa pointed his thumb to outside house where numerous police cars were parked and the blue and red lights illuminated the night, “she was apparently at the local kindergarten just around the street when this all happened, and when her parents could not be reached, one of the teachers brought her back here just before the police arrived, she being taken care of right now… looks like she’s pretty traumatized at the sight of… this…” Yamaguchi shook his head, put the picture frame down, and began walking down the stairs of the house heading for the door. There wasn’t much more to see here. Fujisawa accompanied him.
The door opened and the night air breezed through… it was a cool, calm, collected night.
The detective looked around and found the little girl sitting on the back of an ambulance with a female police officer watching over her and holding her hand trying to talk to her.
“What’s her name?” Detective Yamaguchi leaned over and asked Fujisawa.
“Shiori.”
The detective walked over to the ambulance and smiled at the female detective whom returned a saddened expression back to him.
“Shiori-chan?” Detective Yamaguchi kneeled down to meet the little girl’s at eye level… Shiori’s gaze was elsewhere though… far away…
“Shiori-chan?” the detective said once more. The girl was no older than five or six, with beautiful raven black hair, violet eyes, and a pale complexion. She was clenching her uniform’s skirt tightly though… her small hands pale from the pressure she was exerting, her face seemed tear-dried… as if she had been crying for a long time, but there were no tears in sight. There were only her wide eyes, far gazed and bloodshot.
“Shiori-chan?” the detective tried once more, this time there was movement. The little girl’s eyes met his, but the gaze wasn’t that of fear, trauma, or sorrow… it something far more complex and far more different. It was anger… hatred… malice… evil.
Shiori didn’t say anything… just pierced the detective’s gaze with hers.
The detective stood up and shook his head in pity, disappointment, and sadness.
“Make sure nothing happens when you take her back to the station, make sure she stays safe,” he told the female police officer who nodded in return.
Detective Yamaguchi took one last look at the little girl, whose gaze returned to the original distant gaze.
Fujisawa walked up to him.
“It’s really too bad, I tried talking to her beforehand also, but she didn’t respond in the least.”
“It’s not too bad, Fujisawa, it’s a tragedy, she didn’t have anything to do with this… she’s the true victim here.”
Detective Yamaguchi rummaged around through his coat to find his cigarettes and lighter and looked at the house from the outside as he lit his cigarette.
Fujisawa laughed a little.
“That stuff is going to kill you.”
“I need it…” Yamaguchi said under his breath, “after looking in her eyes… I need it.”
Fujisawa looked back at the little girl.
The night air breezed by.
Silence.
“Think I can one of those too?” Fujisawa asked.
Yamaguchi tossed over the carton.
“So what do we do from here?” Fujisawa said lighting his own cigarette and hanging the carton back the detective.
Yamaguchi didn’t look back. He sighed for a moment and moved the cigarette out of his mouth as if he was about to saying… but quickly took another puff at it.
Pause.
Silence.
“Try our best to bring a smile back to that little girl’s face.”