THE SECOND INVESTIGATION

[strangerpeople]

THE SECOND INVESTIGATION
(~SK. 10)


[It is freezing. The temperature? Who knows at this point.

Today is a day for blankets and whatever you can grab to keep yourself warm. It truly seems like there is a winter without end, and that eventually everything will wither and die, including you. So bitter. So harsh. So cruel.

It's not fair. Then again, didn't Zero say life isn't fair? Well, Zero isn't freezing his butt off. Really, it's just too cold on the ship to do much of anything outside of keeping warm. Like, say, murder.



Right? Well. There's only one way to find out. So, what are the Strangers doing as they wake up shivering on this cold, cold day, which may or may not be a Friday according to the calendar?]

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[exequte]

No. He didn't.

[She hangs from his neck and weeps for a long, long time, but eventually, inevitably, her tears begin to slow, until they aren't quite so blinding, and her breath starts to slow and even out. She is still too hot, but perhaps her fever is down a little, and this....

It isn't right. She's owes him more, surely. So she slides out of Moriarty's hold and walks to the door, and then in to the body, and regarded it, every wound, all the blood, no matter what happened to it, then bites her lip as though in an effort to stop crying. It doesn't work.

Instead she turns to look back at her adoptive father, tears still rolling down her cheeks, and speaks. Its like something crystalizes inside her as she does, or maybe freezes, brittle and breakable.]

We need to find out who did this. And when we have, I'm going to kill them.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[He lets her slip out, sees her step into the Casino - and follows her, standing a bit away as she looks at Kaito, heedless of the tears drying on his clothes.

When that something goes to her eyes, when she declares her intent to kill who caused this - he merely nods, his eyes never leaving her as they grow steely and determined, like pools of arctic ice.]

Yes - the person who did this will suffer. That, I can promise, my dear. And if you wish to end to their life with your own hands...then I will not stop you.

[exequte]

[She looks up into his eyes, hers fierce and determined and full of heartbreak, and it's like there's something broken in them already, and then nods, just once, as the tears well up again.]

Good. Thank you, Daddy.