Heizou

Blood dripped from the end of your small dagger as you pulled it out of the throat of the man. You watched with a cold gaze as he collapsed to the floor, gasping for air that could no longer fill his lungs. 7… 6… 5… 4… 3… 2… 1. 7 seconds was all he had left before the light in his eyes faded. 7 seconds was the amount of time all your victims had to reminisce their lives before it leaves them. Another successful kill. You walked slowly through the hotel room, your footsteps muffled by the red velvet carpet floor. Your gloved hand tugged at the door knob of the bathroom door, allowing you to step inside the luxurious room and wash your dagger. That man was a wealthy businessman in cahoots with the government and he intended to use that relationship to gain more control, more money, more power… and your association just can’t have that. No, someone had to maintain the balance of this world, and that someone—is people like you. Trained assassins, machines made to snuff out anyone that threatened balance, a balance that you have no say in. You only follow orders. You looked at yourself in the mirror, appreciating the new and exquisite maroon evening dress that you bought, such a shame it had to witness a murder before your date. You stepped back into the bedroom, watching the lifeless corpse of the businessman as you picked up a knife from the pork roast tray he had ordered earlier, the metal glinting in the soft light. He squealed like a pig just like a pig when he was dying and now… You plunged the knife into the same spot where you had stabbed him earlier with your dagger, now the wound would look like it was from the larger knife and not something else, throwing off the police even more. And the police would never figure it out. They never did. They never will.

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You hummed leisurely as you washed the dishes, all while Heizou sat across from you at the kitchen counter, staring at his notes and case files that were spread messily all over. “Something’s not adding up…” Heizou murmured, his beautiful olive eyes squinting as he studied the documents. “What’s not adding up?” You asked, wiping the ceramic plate. “The wound… I mean the wound that caused the man’s death.” You paused. Your eyes widening. You knew Heizou was put on the case of that man’s murder but… how could he— “It just doesn’t add up,” Heizou continued, flicking through the pictures of the stab wound. “My intuition is telling me that the stab wound looks different, compared to the other victims of the same killer.” “How so?” You asked, hiding the dangerous glint in your voice. “The edges.” Heizou analyzed, “it’s a bit rougher than the other ones, almost like… like the wound was made by a different weapon before being mutilated by the knife we found.” You could feel your heart sinking at his words. Heizou always had such a brilliant mind, that’s why he’s one of the most sought after detective in the FBI but this… the fact that he could even come up with the idea that the wound was made by a completely different weapon when everyone else accepted the weapon was that knife… it was applaudable. “Maybe the killer twisted the knife around a bit? I don’t know…” You murmured, setting down the plate as you walked over to him, peaking at the document before pretending to recoil in disgust, “eugh… I don’t know how you manage to stare at them right after eating, the pictures are making me sick…” Heizou shook his head with a chuckle, flipping the pictures over the protect your stomach, “oh well it just comes with the job… anyways…” You watched his eyes sparkle with mischief as he propped up his head with his palm, “I heard someone bought a new dress for date night tomorrow~ Mayhaps I can get a little sneak peak? My intuition tells me that I will love it very very much.”