Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Dead on the Surface ❯ Interrogation ( Chapter 3 )

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Dead on the Surface by Pinoydude
Co-Categories: Drama/Mystery
Chapter 3

YAGAMI HOUSEHOLD :: Day Two, 4:00 PM

(Part One)

Knock knock… Detective Misaru was waiting quite patiently as he was waiting for the woman to open the door. "I'm coming," the feminine voice responded as her walking sounded as though her slippers were flapping about on the soft carpet. The pacing of her steps sounded a bit awkward as she was trying to reach the door. Misaru flashed his badge at the door's eyehole and the door opened five seconds later.

"Hello, ma'am, I'm here to investigate on your…"

"Yes I know why you are here detective. Please sit down; Let me pour you a cup of tea," The woman, supposedly Hikari's mother went into her small, but quaint kitchen and came back with a hot cup and a saucer. The detective noticed her hair was all in different directions and she had sounded tired and upset, in which Misaru assumed she was crying the whole night long last night. "I had to go over the funeral bills with my husband in the next room, and I just could not walk straight to open the door. Sorry."

"It's no problem Mrs. Yagami. I just need to know some information. I assure you, this will help in our search for the murderer. First question, what kind of friends did Hikari hang out with recently?" Detective Misaru asked.

Mrs. Yagami hesitated for a small period. "Oh… she has been out with the same group. Everyday they all stay out through the afternoon and do homework. They usually talk around the school area, especially inside the computer room. I would not know if this would be important to you, but she was always with Takeru. They would always be out at the movies and around the mall."

"Is there any one that could have held a grudge against Hikari in any way, or maybe Takeru? You know, any one that didn't like them or was obsessed with any of them?"

"Well I cannot say directly to you," Mrs. Yagami was trying to remember, "but there is this one person that really stuck out to me named…

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ODAIBA'S FIRST PRECINCT :: Day Two, 5:00 PM

(Part Two)

"Daisuke Motomiya is it?" Misaru asked with curiosity. He was wearing a dark azure vest hanging on his solid dirty yellow tee shirt, with baggy short pants. He had Speedy goggles on top of his spiky hair. He looked at the boy, trying to find any meticulous body movements. The room was dully gray. A voice recorder was set at the end of the table. There was a suspicious looking mirror that seemed as if someone was watching on the other side, watching the boy's every move.

"Yes, why do you want me here now? You just took me out from going to a very important soccer game, you could have waited a bit," Daisuke uttered. Daisuke was not a great person to talk to. Everybody would find him obnoxious and unintelligent, because he would always try to find a way to stick to Hikari's side, and he would keep Takeru away from her forever. This would always backfire, as Hikari would never leave Takeru.

Misaru continued, "Don't be hasty now sir. We just need to ask you some questions, for our files. You are not being accused of anything." He just spitted out all the answers for Daisuke, because he knew he would be asking those questions. He has also seen other kids life Daisuke, so he did not want to lead Daisuke and himself into any complications

"Yeah right, you damn fraud," Daisuke rolled his eyes around and scoffed, "Give me my attorney and then I will talk to you." There was no way Misaru could stop this. Japan, with rights as close to America, allows suspects to stay quiet and can have the right to an attorney. With this in mind, Misaru cannot do anything to force Daisuke to speak.

"Alright there son, who's your attorney?" He spoke calmly but acted as if Daisuke was only an immature toddler. "Do you need to call him up?" He asked.

"Yes, I have my cell phone with me, I will call him up. Can you leave?" Daisuke was taking his cellular phone from his zippered pockets, yet the zipper was jammed. He mumbled, "Damn zipper, it must be broken. I knew I should've worn my jeans," he asked politely in a nervous matter, "Can I use your phone?"

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Misaru left the room while Daisuke was talking to his lawyer on the phone. "That sixteen year old kid has a lawyer?" Misaru thought in surprise. I think he was preparing for this… He left to get a cup of coffee while Daisuke was talking. He waited and did some office work for twenty minutes. After the time was through, Misaru strutted back into the room only to find Daisuke with a compact disk player on the table with his headphones on his head. It sounded like the music was from the Japanese rock band, The Pillows.

"Daisuke!" Misaru yelled. Daisuke did not interact until he stopped shaking his head back and forth from the deafening music. "Daisuke!" He tried again by screaming to his ear to get his attention.

Daisuke literally fell down, "What? I already heard you; you don't have to scream so loud!" He screamed back. He placed himself to his previous position in his chair while Misaru was yawning. "Okay what do you want from me? I called my lawyer already. He should be coming in now." He put his headphones back on his head and listened to Hybrid Rainbow while humming it out.

A knock was heard at the door, three times. "Hello, I am Mr. Ichijouji, I am Daisuke's lawyer." Mr. Ichijouji was Daisuke's best friend's father. They know each other in good terms and Daisuke knew that his friend, Ken, had a parent who works as a full-fledged lawyer. "Whatever information you need, you will get it from me." He waved to Daisuke, and vice versa.

Mr. Ichijouji sat down by Daisuke and Detective Misaru began, "Let us get started now. Daisuke where were you on the night that Takeru and Hikari were murdered?" Misaru started with a very significant question. He was wondering about Daisuke's alibi; he wanted to know if Daisuke was the one that killed them.

"Sir I can answer that question right now," Mr. Ichijouji exclaimed, "Young Daisuke was with my child Ken. They were playing that Final Fantasy game Ken just got for his birthday. I did not find anything suspicious between any of them." He was confident enough to tell the detective; because he was sure what he said was the exact truth. "I know these two kids, they will not do anything that would cause them to be in trouble."

Misaru was glimpsing to Daisuke at the other side of the table. As Mr. Ichijouji was speaking, he located a smirk Daisuke was making. Could he really be the one who did it? He looked at his lawyer, and then he looked back at Daisuke. The smirk was off his face. Misaru blinked, it must be optical illusions playing tricks on me. I should really obtain focus back to what I was supposed to be doing.

"--and so, I have exact proof that Daisuke was not at the crime scene. I remember he was with us at all times…" Mr. Ichijouji stopped at that point. Misaru, afraid that he may ask a question Daisuke's lawyer already stated, thought well about what he going to ask next.

Misaru stuttered on the next question. "O… Okay Daisuke, what was your relationship to Hikari?" He saw Daisuke again; Daisuke was calm and comfortable. He did not look like he cared much for what happened. He then turned over to his lawyer and began to whisper to him. He was too cowardly to tell the story himself; instead, he let Mr. Ichijouji filter his words and become the output to tell Detective Misaru.

"According to what Daisuke says, it seemed that he and Hikari were good friends. They always hang out somewhere like the movies or eat dinner with each other. They had good experiences together," Ichijouji said.

Misaru thought it over, but Mrs. Yagami said, it was Takeru and Hikari who were the best of friends, she hardly mentioned the name Daisuke except when recalling Hikari's friends. Misaru knew Daisuke was lying. As he also knew, Daisuke did not care and would say anything to get out of this room. "Good… Good... Now what about Takeru, what is your relationship with him?"

Daisuke finally spoke out a loud, "Oh him? We were good buds, nothing bad about anything. We trusted each other a lot with anything and did homework together. We would usually talk about anything that comes to mind." Misaru was surprised about what he had heard. He was basically acting like Takeru, an honest and thoughtful guy, in which Daisuke was unbearable and hard to talk to. Misaru wondered and thought that this could not have been the truth. When Daisuke was talking earlier as he got in, he was being rude to the detective and had no sign of respect.

Misaru could make a guess that he was jealous of Takeru and wanted to steal Hikari away from him. This would not make sense, because why would Daisuke want to kill Hikari if he loved her? There was also not much he could do about it, because he had a confirmed alibi. "Well Daisuke, we are done; I have no more questions to ask you, but I ask a favor from you." Misaru hoped this would give forensics a break, "Can we please take your fingerprints, and also, we need a sample of your urine."

"What's urine?" Daisuke asked. Misaru was wondering how intelligent he could be.

"Pee… pee…" the detective faded his voice. After a while, Daisuke gave him his fingerprints and a urine sample. Mr. Ichijouji and he were leaving out of the building. "Damn, this is impossible, he looks like he could have killed them, but there is no evidence to prove any of it…"

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END OF CHAPTER THREE

I believe that took me a while. Did Daisuke really do it? I left you all at a cliffhanger, muahahaha. Please leave reviews!! Thanks.

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