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20.12. 20??
Snow fell on the small town in the west of England and wrapped it in a thin white blanket. "Everfield" is the name of this quiet and peaceful city that lies so inconspicuously in the countryside. Many criminals think they could escape the police here, but they thought wrong. The local detectives have found almost all so far. But they don't want to be known, which is why they do everything not to end up in the newspaper, and so only the residents know about their successful work.
"Chuuya?" the brown-haired detective asks in a shaky voice. Dazai Osamu is the taller of the two detectives. He has dark brown hair and eyes and wears bands from his neck to his wrists. Chuuya has red hair, which he always ties back with a small bow, blue eyes, and always wears a hat and gloves.
"What?" asked Chuuya, still annoyed at having to help Dazai.
"Can you give me a blanket?" Dazai said, walking closer to the fireplace. Just a few minutes ago, he was lying unconscious in the snow, trying to freeze to death, before Chuuya dragged him inside again. Chuuya let out an annoyed sigh, "Catch."
He threw Dazai a blanket, which he immediately wrapped himself in.
Both looked up when they heard the familiar ringing of the small bell above the door of the office.
"A commission? So late in the evening?” Chuuya thought out loud. Dazai watched him stand up and disappear behind the door to they office.
… In the office stood an older man with beginning to turn gray curls and serious facial features, he is Everfield's mayor, a friendly man who does not get much on the line and is pretty useless most of the time, to be honest.
"Mr. Greenspring, what gives us the nocturnal honour to see you here?" Chuuya asks as he sits at the large desk in the office and points to the chair in front of him, a quiet instruction to sit down. The mayor sat down and looked around briefly, which made him seeme a little paranoid before he said, "Do you still know about the case of last month, where a corpse was found in the river, where the eyes were missing and a moon flower had been placed in the empty eyebeds?"
Chuuya frowned. He hates to get reminded of this case.
Remember how I said earlier that they „have found almost all so far“, well this is one of the once they couldn’t solve so far and the lack of basically everything in this case pisses Chuuya off to no end.
„Yeah, I remember, what about it?“ he ask, clenching his teeth. The older man in front of him sight, moving a hand trough his grey locks. „The police has been informed about another body ten minutes ago, the corpse was found from the husband of the farmer miss Borg.“ he said in a troubled tone.
The door suddenly swung open, making the mayor almost hop up from his chair. It’s Dazai, standing in the door with a big grin. „Did I hear corpse just now?“ his voice is unnecessary high pitched and exited, making the mayor look at him as if he lost his minde completely now, he looked at Chuuya as if to ask if that’s normal.
A wired silence lays over the room, interrupted by Chuuyas annoyed sight, looking ready to strangle the brown haired. „I swear one of these days am I seriously going to kill you if I just can’t bring yourself to take stuff serious.“
Dazai snickers at the gingers threat. „Awww Chibi, this is the first time I hear you threat me like this“ he says, his grin growing bigger his voice even higher and teasing. „I swear I regret not having let you in the snow s-„
The mayor interrupted his voice awkward and quiet. „Uhm… could you… well concentrate on the case?… please?“ The mayor explained again what’s going on for Dazai, before he left and the two detectives grab they coats and Chuuya a scarf, replacing his hat with a fluffy beanie to stay warm.
They made they way through the quiet, white streets, watching they breath form little clouds and the Christmas decoration lighting the streets. They pasted the big churche in the middle of the town by the market and followed one of the three big rowds that lead out of the city in the nord until they passed the walls around it. Dazai turned a flashlight on they took along, they followed the streets for a few more minutes before turning right on a big meadow filled, covered in snow, they walked until they could see a old water mill with police cars infront of it.
As they came closer could they see a boy on the ground (probably not older then 14) his eyes are missing and some blood from th empty eyebeds turned the snow on the sides red, instead of eyeballs is a moonflower stuffed in the holes, his skin and hair has little ice peaces visible from the river water that starts to freeze on him, a fine layer of snow stats to law on him, he must be here for a while now.
One of the police officers noticed them and quickly walked over to them. Oliver Jones is his name. How they know that? Simple, you can count all officers in this town down on one hand, most young people move into bigger cities once they’re old enough to live alone and the once that stay here take the job of they parents most of the time so the count of police officers doesn’t really grow.
"Good evening detectives, long time no see. But we'd rather stay at work. The victim is a 13-year-old boy named William Wolmidtz who goes to a boarding school outside the city and wanted to visit his father over Christmas, who is a single parent and has lived in this city since his childhood.“
Chuuya nods and Dazai wrote everything down on a block "has any clues to the perpetrator been found?" Chuuya did ask not looking up from the block that he holds firmly to make sure that Dazai, who played with his free hand with Chuuya's hair, writes everything readaly enougt.
„No, the culppred Must have woran gloves and and potentiell footprinds got covered by the snow.“ Oliver explained. A slice fals over the three only the sound of the pen on the paper and crunshing snow from some running in they direction.
Wait what now? That was not in the original book, right? I, the now confused storyteller wonder out loud. Anyway, Tsuki told me not to break the 4th wall too often so let’s get back.
The three looked confused in the direction of the steps. It’s a man around 40 or something running like the devil is chasing him. He rushes passed them towards the corpse but two other officers hold him back before he can reach the body.
“Let go of me! That’s my child!” The man exclaimed, almost crying, struggling against the two officers who try to calm him down and tell him to come inside the old water mill, where it’s a little warmer, telling him that the detectives are going to ask him some stuff later.
Dazai and Chuuya watched as they let themselves be brought into the mill and sat down on a chair before the door closed. "That's probably the father," Dazai said almost casually as if it didn't matter while he wrapped a strand of Chuuya's hair around his finger. "Stop it."
"Stop what, slug?"
The red haird rolled his eyes and the policeman, who was watching, felt the feeling that he was witnessing something he shouldn't.
Once the policemen were less and the body was taken to investigat, the two detectives looked for evidence, but the snow made it almost impossible to find something that wasn’t physical evidence.
With a loud squeak, the door to the old mill opened. He looked up and saw the two detectives close the door again. Each dryled and cracked when you both came up to him and sat down at the old table opposite him.
“Could you tell us what your son wantedn here or something else that might be important? Of course, you don't have to talk if it's still too painful for you." said Chuuya trying to be as sensitive as possible in contrast to his brown-haired partner who only looks dreamily at the river out of the window.
"Oww! What was that for!” Dazai exclaimed pressing down on his head where Chuuya just hit him. "Because I see what you're thinking about, believe me, if I ever have to pull you out of this shitty river, you will experience something far worse than drowning, idiot.” The shorter hissed.
The father looked at the two, slightly confused and irritated at the sudden change in they demeanour, it seems the people weren’t lying when they say the two detectives are clever but rather… well, interesting contemporaries?… “uhm… well… my son he-he came to visit me over the Christmas holidays, a few hours ago did he tell me he would go out for a walk and then go to a friend … and I allowed it. … I-I wish I said no… if I just said no would he probably be here… it’s all my fault…” the mans voice broke, tears started to pour down his face, the silence in the room only broken by his sobs.
Chuuya gave Dazai an irritated glare but only got a shrug back, what are they supposed to do in such a situation? “Maybe asked the story guy if he can help” Dazai said in a low voice so only Chuuya can hear him.
“Yo, story typie, do you have any ideas?”
I… how do you even- doesn’t matter I’m not allowed to help. Do it yourself. I only get paid to tell this story, now stuf and stop breaking the 4th wall before I get in trouble for it.
“Jeez, calm down, we get it.”
After several minutes the two gave up trying to calm him down, so they assured themselves that he would come home alone before they left the mill again.
It was now very dark and the snowfall became even stronger, Dazai turns on the flashlight on again, they wanted to start walking when the light of the lamp hits something reflective in the snow. Chuuya bends down and picks it up, it's a book, small and black, a bit soaked and with metal corners.
"Just take the book with you quickly, chibi, it's getting colder and colder, we can look at it tomorrow when it's dried in the warm." Dazai urged him
"yes, yes, I know." Chuuya replied and followed his brown-haired colleague with the book under his arm the way back to the detektei.