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Wanted for: Murder charges, Assault charges; be careful.
Suspects in this list are charged for the murder of [redacted] on November 16, around midnight near [redacted]. Police are trying their best to find out what has happened. currently police find no motive.
Person 1: aged around 19. Height around 190cm. Long black curly hair-always tied up, always wears a surgical mask. No visible scars on his arms or legs, nor any indication that he had ever been in a fight. Known to be quiet and introverted, rarely hanging out with other people, known to usually be alone.
Person 2: aged around 19. Height around 180cm. mid-length dark straight brown hair, upper lip piercing. Tattoos on his entire left arm. Scars on his arms and legs. Known to be outgoing, seen around bars often, drinks often. Seen with many different women, known to be together with a partner or many friends.
Information about these two suspects have been released to public to serve as a warning for the public to remain vigilant and careful. Pictures taken of the two suspects can be seen here and the public is reminded to report any suspicious behaviour.
If these men, or any other of the prime suspects of attackers of the murder are seen, the police force will not hesitate to detain or arrest them. The list of people to be wary of can be seen here. Public are reminded that all the suspected person(s)'s descriptions may not match the actual person(s) as pictures are not too clear.
Stay safe.
"Now that the media knows about the two of you, you guys have to be more careful," Meian sighs, lying back on the couch, his arms splayed out and staring at the both of them. He glares a bit, his eyes rolling as if he was so sick of the two of them being careless. "Seriously, I expected this from Atsumu here since your ass can't keep out of the news for more than a week, but Sakusa, seriously." Sakusa at least has the decency to look sheepish.
Meian throws a file down on the table, and he seems to need to mentally prepare himself before talking as he takes a sip of whatever hard liquor he has in his cup. "You both are the best I have, and this is another hard task for you two. I can't have you messing up, but you can't get caught either." He points at the file, opening it up to show a picture of a woman, looking around mid-twenties, and her information.
"Your task, as per usual, is finding this person and killing her. She's been trying to seduce our men and breaking into our warehouses. I don't like it. She also owes Bokuto something, so he's pretty pissed about it too." He points and gestures to the file as he talks, but both Sakusa and Atsumu are more focused on Meian and the other piece of paper on the table. How could they be so stupid to get caught? Or let any pictures be taken?
"You guys are good - the best I have. Don't fuck this up please." Meian says, sighing again. He arches an eyebrow, and both Sakusa and Miya scrambled to grab the file and nodded hastily.
They managed to return to their shared apartment near the main building. It was a quiet walk back home. Technically it was Sakusa's apartment, but when Miya wanted to buy a place nearby as well, they decided to share the rent to save up money. And since they were already pretty well-acquainted, it was easy to settle into routine. First thing they did, was change their appearances. Not drastically, as that would seem like a source of suspicion, but enough to deter them from being the prime suspects.
Miya sighed. "These tattoos gon' be a pain in the ass to cover up," Sakusa snorted, and somehow managed to find one of his old hoodies for Miya to wear. "Well, should have thought of that before you even got them. Also, you gotta help me cut my hair." Miya went to the kitchen to find scissors while Sakusa sighed at the loss of his hair, but honestly he's been telling everyone he wanted to shear it, so it would be a good cover-up story.
When chunks of his hair started falling down into the sink, and he was left with short cropped hair, he felt Miya's hands running through them. "They're a lil' rough, but they'll work fer now, Omi," Sakusa rinsed his hair down, deciding that he actually quite liked this hairstyle, and Miya agreed, seeing how much he kept staring.
Then it was his turn. Sakusa began preparing the brush, helping Miya to bleach his hair, making the brown turn to blonde. The idea had come from Meian, who said it would be easier to distinguish between him and Osamu. Sakusa disagreed though, since they were very obviously different people. It did help this cover up story though, and when the idea came to Osamu, he agreed without hesitation. So blonde and grey were decided.
Miya mourned his upper lip piercing, and reluctantly agreed to take it out. He was going to let the skin heal, and maybe when everything about the murders die down, he could get another piercing, maybe somewhere else or the same one. Couldn't do anything about his scars though. Luckily he had a twin, and they could chalk it up to younger them being rowdy boys and injuring each other.
Sakusa's case was slightly harder. His skin was easy to scar, so in fights, he rarely ever jumped head-first, always choosing to shoot the people who tried to get too close before they even had a chance with whatever sharp object they were holding. He held Miya's dagger to bicep, hesitating to press the blade. At Miya's concerned look, he shook it off. "Atsu, I'm fine, stop worrying," And pressed the metal in. The sting was a little jarring, and he hissed through his teeth.
Blood dripped down his bicep, down his forearm, down his finger tips, and finally down the bathroom sink. He made several cuts on his left and right bicep, before allowing Miya to apply salve and bandage them.
Then it was time to go to class.
The double life of Atsumu Miya and Sakusa Kiyoomi could honestly be studied. They really were the best at what they did, meticulous and double-checking their cover-ups.
To Meian, they were ruthless, never traced. They were quiet in the night. Miya was especially skilled with his knife, he knew the human autonomy, memorised it and knew it the best, using that to his advantages. He cuts throats like paper, aiming for the most important veins and arteries. Sakusa was precise and fast with his gun, the bullet shooting through the air and matching his target. He never misses, he never hesitates, just chooses, aims, and pulls the trigger.
To the rest of the human population though, they were the most normal people you could meet. They went to the same university, where Sakusa took a Forensic Science course, and a biochemistry course. Not only did he express interest in both his chosen subjects, he excelled in them, always the top few in class. Miya took Calculus II, and he was known to being pretty good, not in a Sakusa type, but he was still getting easy 'A's.
They were like any other student. Morning class starts at 9 or 10, depending which lecture you want to go to, lunch around 2p.m, where friends meet up and go to the cafe beside the campus. Then its either lectures again, or self-study time at a library or the study rooms that you could book. Then it's back to your dorms and sleep before the day repeats.
Neither Sakusa nor Miya stayed in the university dorm, choosing to stay at their shared apartment. No one really questioned it, even though they were both freshmen and it was different than usual. Most just thought that since they had money they each had seperate houses somewhere else better than the school dorms. No one knew they stayed together, other than themselves.
In short, they were perfect upstanding citizens in public, but in the times where it mattered, they became their true selves - murderers.
“This is actually gon’ be a hell lot harder than I thought it would be,” Miya groans, running his hands through his newly blonde hair. Sakusa laughed in response, a tired laugh, and threw his head onto Miya’s lap. Miya took his hands out of his own hair to play with Sakusa’s short curls.
“These look better on ya than the long hair ya had, ya know,” Sakusa laughed genuinely at that, and agreed, before grabbing the file from their coffee table and opening it, reading out loud.
Case File: 23041
Name: Currently Unknown as of [24/03]
Nickname; Codename: Suspect has gone around introducing herself with variations of Esme and Esmeralda.
Description: Long straight natural black hair, known for changing hair colours often. Often seen with long sleeves - suspected to have tattoos that might show her identity - and likes to wear boots. Prefers knives - estimated 20 inch
Witness statements: From [redacted], age 42: “She looks like some sorta' prostitute, came right in with a black fucking miniskirt and began tryin’ fuck the guys workin’ - kept walkin' around, the whole place smelt like flowers for so long” From [redacted], age 14: “She had green eyes, but I’m not sure if it was contacts, and she had this sickly sweet perfume on”
Meian’s Extra Notes to take note of: She’s dangerous, tries to seduce, tries to distract. She gutted eight of our men in record time - definitely not faster than Atsumu, but she’s a threat.
P.S: This is specifically for Miya and Sakusa, but I know that she has an ulterior motive - the stab wounds are all on the face, there’s personal stuff involved. Be careful.
When he was done reading out loud, Miya was the first to speak. “So we got a girl who probably wants some kinda revenge ‘cause of someone, likes to wear fuckin’ perfume, and name sounds like a typa’ erotic night dancer,” “Atsu, don’t be crude.” Miya rolls his eyes. Technically he wasn't wrong, so Sakusa couldn't really call him out for it.
“Alright, we gotta start searching for this girl and I gotta finish up my goddamn report on this forensic thing,” Sakusa says, streching his shoulders and back, grabbing his laptop and opening the up the server that Komori made to find people who are usually unable to be found.
Once he fills in the description of the person, as well as estimated height from the photos - the math nerd Atsumu using pixels and angles and whatnot to find out she could be around 165cm. - and the suspected people who match the appearances start filtering in. Komori’s less than legal hacking skills came in handy. Atsumu's math obsessions also came in handy.
The pictures start filtering in, seeing the woman near Meian's bar, near the warehouses that Meian mentioned, and also near their university. Except, she was in normal clothes in that picture, unlike the miniskirt and tight sleeves she wore to the warehouses and bar - she wore a t-shirt and cargos with red converse shoes, her hair was tied up in a bun, headphones on.
The best part about the picture was the suspected tattoos. Her arms were swirling with ink, both arms filled to the very last inch with thick black lines, almost like writing. "Maybe they're lyrics?" Miya suggested, trying to find another picture that might show a clear image of her face. The university picture only showed her back. When no picture was found, seeing as she kept herself quite far away from cameras or made sure cameras only had her back, they gave up the search and finished their homework for the day.
"So we got her tattoos. Now we have to find out what course she takes," Sakusa says, his fingers clicking on the keys endlessly, switching between tabs of research, his notes, and the work tab as well as the pictures tab, refreshing once in a while to see if any new pictures pop up. The coffee table was filled up with Kiyoomi's things, while their dining table was filled with Atsumu's.
Their tables were as messy as their laptop tabs - Sakusa had his notebooks and pens scattered around, some highlighters uncapped sitting on top of a textbook he left unopened. Compared to Miya's table, his was considered neat. It wasn't that bad, he just made it seem like a lot of things. On the other hand, Miya had his own paper notes, as well as worksheets all scattered around the table, pens uncapped and some pencils and eraser dust on the table. His laptop was opened to his class slides, and music was blasting through its speakers.
"Finding out that course ain't gonna be too hard, Omi," Miya says, and Kiyoomi nods and agrees, before their home goes quiet other than the music from Atsumu's laptop and the clacking of Kiyoomi's keyboard.
They wake up at eight, like they always do - Atsumu being the morning person and instantly getting up and freshening in the washroom while his boyfriend groans and complains from their bedroom. While Kiyoomi rubs sleep from his eyes, his boyfriend goes to the kitchen to make them breakfast, and possibly finish unfinished homework.
It's simple; it's easy. They're used to it, they like the familiarity.
Kiyoomi wraps his arms around Atsumu's waist, putting his chin on Atsumu's shoulder. "Mornin' darlin'," Atsumu says, his voice still rough with sleep. Kiyoomi shivers, what can he say, the voice does something to him. "Morning Atsu," he replies, "What're you making, love," Atsumu points at the scrambled eggs and the pieces of toast already on the plates. He somehow manages to bring both plates, utensils and two cups of home-made coffee to the dining table while clearing his notes away and Kiyoomi putting half his body weight on Atsumu.
When they sit down, it's silent for a while, just a bit of scribbling on Atsumu's worksheets and Kiyoomi's occasional yawns. "You found her course yet?" Miya says, and pauses in his writing to look at Sakusa. Sakusa nods, pulling out his phone and turning the screen towards Miya. "UX design, she's two years older than us, and I think she hates Bokuto-san," At Miya's incredibly confused look, Sakusa shrugs. "I don't know, but I know they were friends at some point since her instagram has Bokuto-san's picture a few years ago."
"Oh you stalked stalked her," Miya says, nodding his head. He gets a disgruntled look in return, Sakusa's lip curling up in disgust. "Yer... a little too good at this. Did ya ever try to stalk me.. ya know... when I wasn't datin' ya yet or anythin'?" Sakusa glares.
Miya holds his hands up in surrender, dropping the subject. "Okay Omi, ain't askin' no more." Then he refocuses on the picture in front of him. The girl, which they both mutually decided to just call Esme since her instagram handle was @E$m3 and her names she gave to the men were all variations of Esme, had her back to the camera, her long black hair running down her back.
She was facing the beach, like any of those good photos with better lighting that shows zero face. The thing they noted, was the caption. "#boyfriend #beach : Aw my darling @Bokukou took such great pictures!" Miya cringed.
"At least... we know the personal reasons now...?" Sakusa groans. After everything they found, they still had to go to class? This has to be a nightmare. They pack their bags, quickly change, messing up whose clothes are whose, and rushing out the apartment, double checking they locked everything and Miya had his car keys in his pocket. When everything was triple-checked, they finally made their way to the campus.
***
"This fucking biochemistry course can kiss my ass,"
"Don't you like it? Didn't everyone tell you to just do forensic?"
"Atsu, I love you - shut the fuck up,"
Atsumu laughs cackles.
***
The class was agony. Sakusa couldn't stop thinking about the hints and clues they found, both from her own instagram page and the information reports sent to them. This of course led him to be slightly more than distracted and did not pay attention in class. He groaned, knowing he would have to study the syllabus on his own now, and make space for it in his busy schedule, which meant less sleep. Just awesome.
Then it dawned on him - if she was bitter about some previous fling or relationship with Bokuto, why not just ask him? It wasn't as if he was a secretive person, nor was it that he liked her enough to help her keep anything secret since he had personally told Meian about his own person grudge, so it would be perfect. His phone was pulled out and texting his friend in no time.
To: B. Koutarou-san
Bokuto-san
Can we meet up? We need some info for our case and we think you have some info we might be able to use.
From: B. Koutarou-san
is it that bitch esme
hell yes.
after ur class meet me at meian's.
Sakusa Kiyoomi forwarded the messages to Miya, and for the first time in three hours, he smiled.
Bokuto Koutarou, best known as a walking ticking time-bomb, is another important and close person to Meian. He was there when Meian decided to break away from his old yakuza and create a new company under his own name. He even dyed his hair white and black, which made the white strands stand out to attract attention at night, always taking the hit and always being the bait, being loud and demanding attention.
To Miya, he was his best friend. Bokuto was always a warm presence, a steady and reliable presence beside him, reassuring him, teaching him, helping him. Everything Atsumu Miya knew, was adapted from what Bokuto taught him. He remembers crying after his first kill, his knife lying on the floor, his hands dripping in red, thick blood, and just closing his eyes, tears falling down his chin down onto his hands, mixing with the blood.
Bokuto had been there for him, picking up his knife and pulling Atsumu up to his feet, not at all bothered about the blood nor about the tears, bringing Atsumu to the nearest bathroom, and rinsing everything. He cleaned the knife, he rubbed the blood off Atsumu's hands, and even stayed by his side until his hiccups stopped. He had hugged Atsumu and told him how to deal with the feeling, how to wash away the blood and guilt. Atsumu had been 13, and Bokuto had been 15.
To Sakusa, he was an overprotective mentor. He had always helped Sakusa, even when Sakusa never asked. The first few times Kiyoomi held a gun, he was in the shooting range, and he flinched at every bullet shot, his hands shaky and his soul begging him to cover his ears. He knows he was a nervous wreck, the other tutors and mentors glaring at him every time he flinched, calling him weak and not suitable for the 'real world'.
Bokuto didn't. He smiled at Kiyoomi, put him in one of the shooting ranges, and held his hands steady while he shot. The reassurance from Bokuto, as well as the constant noises, slowly made his flinching fade away, and only honed his senses sharper. Bokuto had celebrated with Kiyoomi then, patting him on the back, even gifted him his first real gun, not the stupid flimsy ones that you could lent. He was 11, and Bokuto was 13.
Atsumu still has his knife, six years later. The only difference is the patterns marking the hilt, ones he embroiled himself, that matched with his trademark tattoos.
Sakusa still has his gun, still constantly polished and maintained, barely any difference at all even after eight years after the gift was given.
To the world, Bokuto was a heartless, powerful killing-machine who was the perfect bait to lure even the toughest of enemies. To Sakusa Kiyoomi and Miya Atsumu, he was the best person you could ever meet, the kindest soul choosing to work for the side he chooses is right.
Even then, when he was mad, he raged. They had only ever seen him rage twice in their lives, and they have known him for more than half their lives. Bokuto was not a silent rage kind of person. He had exceptional patience, always managing to talk himself or others out of doing things they would have done on impulse. However, when he raged, he was dangerous. He would not listen to reason, and refused to do anything other than to destroy or break.
This time, however, was so extremely different.
Bokuto met them at Meian's bar, about eight in the evening, sitting at one of the tables just sipping whiskey from his glass. The ice was clinking against the glass, and the golden liquid was sloshing around the glass. He was sitting at the back, near the back exit where barely any light entered. When he spotted Sakusa and Atsumu walking past the double doors he nodded in welcome, all traces of the warmth he usually had gone.
His golden eyes were glowing, almost shining so clearly in the dark that it was scary, looking at both Sakusa and Miya over the rim. Miya broke the silence first. "Bokuto-san, we just want to ask about Esme, I promise we won't intrude or-" Bokuto stopped him. “I promise you guys I won’t take offence to anything, but right now I just want to tell you everything.”
He sighed and took a sip of his drink before he started to speak. “We met when I was 16, in high school. She’s a year younger than me, which meant I was a junior when she was a freshman. When we met, it wasn’t anything special - she was honest and nice at first, telling me she liked me when she saw me around the campus. At that point in time, I was already deep into Shuugo’s shit, and mentally, I just wasn’t really strong, so I was hanging around her to ‘distract’ myself from the shit I saw when I was with Shuugo.”
“When I started to hang out with ‘Kaashi more, she started getting jealous and bitchy in general, which made me suspicious, but we weren’t dating yet or anything so I just thought it was something girls did when they wanted attention. Then she confessed. Again, she was a distraction from all the yakuza shit I was in, and Shuugo encouraged it too, since he himself had gotten a girlfriend and was super into her.”
“So of course I accepted her. We dated a while, but she got… obsessive. Bad obsessive. Stalkish, bitching about who I hung out with, calling me gay if I hung out with ‘Kaashi - Well she isn’t wrong, she called it, but that’s besides the point - and then she started to show things she hid. And became murderous.”
Miya knew the direction the story was going. He heard about Akaashi from Bokuto before. Akaashi Keiji, Bokuto’s first best friend. And his first real love. Atsumu, as well as anyone who knew Bokuto, knew about Akaashi.
Akaashi Keiji, who helped Bokuto get out of his horrible mental state, who found out about Bokuto‘s occupation, yet decided to stay beside him and patch up his wounds and injuries. Akaashi Keiji who first found out Bokuto’s name, and decided to call him Koutarou instead of the name people knew.
Akaashi keiji, who was killed. Stab wound to the face, in his own house. It was by force, seeing as several of his furniture was broken and there was signs of him trying to fight back. Bokuto took the loss hard. He cried for days, refusing to leave the house and refusing to talk to anyone. At some point, Atsumu knew he cleared up the house and body, making sure Akaashi had a proper burial; He never asked for this life, he was only in it because of Bokuto! He was a pure, and good person. He didn't deserve this.
Boktuo seemed to know where Miya's mind went, and his eyes grew fond for a second before he blinked a bit and steeled his nerve. He took another sip of his whiskey, and his voice was only slightly shaky when he spoke again. "Well, seems like you know where it goes. She found out that I loved 'Kaashi even as we were dating. I admit it was my fault that I didn't say anything to her, didn't break it off earlier, but to be fair, we were only dating on paper."
"I knew she was hanging out with other guys - I'm pretty sure she even tried hitting on Shuugo once, but gave up when she found out he was already married - and that didn't really make me feel much, so I just hung out with 'Kaashi. So she killed him." At Sakusa's quick intake of breath, it was clear he was afraid Bokuto would fall into his negative headspace. Bokuto waved him off, swallowing more alcohol, and continued. "She decided to murder him, in my own home which I shared with him. She never told me - I found out when I found the knife with the blood."
"Stupid bitch kept the knife in a box, with his goddamn initials on it. She never cleaned the knife - fucking kept it like it was a prize she won. When I found out about the box, I flipped out. I raged and tried to kill her, trying to use the knife on her. She managed to run and escape, and that's why we mutually hate each other, and why I want- I need her dead."
Bokuto downs the rest of his drink, only left several ice cubes at the bottom of the glass. "Well, now you know." Sakusa was the one who spoke after that. "Bokuto-san. We'll kill her, we promise," Bokuto smiles, a warm one this time, and he patted the two of them on the back. They were still slightly stiff from the shock of so much sudden information they could use, but all this proved was that there was more reasons why she should be killed.
Before Bokuto left the double doors, he turned back, a teasing smile on his face. "I kinda miss hanging out with you guys. Let's get Shuugo and go out sometime." Then, as if it was an afterthought, he lowered his voice. "You know, you guys remind me of me and 'Kaashi. It's hard to hide the attraction." With those words, he chuckled and left the place, leaving Atsumu and Kiyoomi blushing furiously.
"So... Omi-kun... did ya ever kill any of my exes?" Atsumu teased, knowing that Kiyoomi has had deranged thoughts at some point like him. Instead of the witty retort he expected, he got a shoulder in his gut. "Oh fuck! Jeez, Omi!"
They changed from their casual school clothes into armour. That's an exaggeration, but you know. The usual school attire was a hoodie and sweatpants, maybe jeans and a polo shirt if they were feeling fancy or had some date after classes. Their hunting clothes were so different. They wore black tee shirts and black pants, with black shoes. Miya had to buy several long sleeved shirts, just in case anyone saw his tattoos an recognised him as one of the suspects. Underneath the shirt, they both wore bulletproof vests.
Sakusa had to ditch his usual black face mask, so he had to improvise, choosing to utilise his resting bitch face to its fullest. On the outside, they looked like usual businessmen, or at least desk job kind of vibes. Miya wore black gloves, managing to slip one dagger in each sleeve, choosing to hook the hilt of the dagger on one of the inner treads to not make it fall out. Luckily the sleeves were not tight but not loose either, so the dagger would stay inside his sleeve without showing any indication that it was inside. Sakusa had a jacket on, one he had gotten personally tailored and had sewn hidden pocket inside to hide his guns.
Then in their hunting clothes, they went out to hunt.
The most important thing was to find out the location of Esme. After finding out everything from Bokuto, it was even more apparent that they had to make sure they kill her for real this time. Adrenaline, anger, and excitement coursed through their veins. It was always exciting to be on a mission at night, the mere idea of being able to gut someone who wronged them all was just so delectable.
Thanks to Komori's excellent tracking skills, they find her at a bar near the borders of Meian's territory. It seemed like she knew that Meian was onto her, and she wanted more of the attention without being in danger yet. They didn't want to just barge in and demand her attention, they liked the waiting periods too. They sat on the roof of the building opposite of the bar, having a semi-clear view of her.
Atsumu's legs were dangling off the roof, swinging them aimlessly out the rooftop, his fingers fidgeting with his dagger, flipping them, catching them by the hilt and blade consecutively. Kiyoomi watched his fingers, long and strong, and rested his head on Atsumu's shoulder. That made Atsumu start talking. "Ya know, should we start bein' public?" Kiyoomi froze. He didn't expect the conversation to go in that direction.
"I mean, if you want to, I'm alright with it too Atsu," Kiyoomi says, and the silence that follows was comfortable and easy. "Ya know I love ya right?" Atsumu starts again. At Kiyoomi's slightly worried expression, he laughs softly, pulling his legs up to sit in a criss-cross. "Hey, I can't express my love to my boyfriend anymore, Omi?" That makes Kiyoomi laugh.
The job they have is dangerous, always high stakes and full of risks. They knew and chose they job regardless. It was just an added bonus that they had each other to live for amongst other things. Death was a friend of theirs, always looming somewhere nearby, be it their friends or even themselves on several occasions, and the process of running away from death, finding life - things to live for - was hard.
It was good at least, that they had people they could rely on. Kiyoomi knows Atsumu and Komori would be there for him, and Atsumu knows that Osamu and Kiyoomi would be there for him.Atsumu got annoyed by the jacket at some point, taking it off and folding it neatly before putting it on his lap - only because Kiyoomi glared at him when he tried to just throw it beside him on the filthy rooftop - With the jacket on one leg, and Kiyoomi on one shoulder, Atsumu looked up.
The sky was dark, with slivers of shimmery white splattered around, forming constellations. Kiyoomi loved memorising them, as a hobby, and began pointing at some. "That one's Lyra, it's smaller, but I think the name's really pretty." Atsumu could not see the constellations nor memorise them for his life. He had a higher chance of surviving in his brother's house than memorise - and his brother's house was honestly a mess.
It didn't matter though. Atsumu listened, and Kiyoomi talked, which was good enough for the both of them.
"She left, heading towards 14th street," Komori's voice rang through clearly through their in-ears. The in-ears were tiny walkie-talkies in a sense, allowing both Miya and Sakusa to communicate when they're far away, and be able to hear Komori through it, who could give them valuable advice and directions. It was a recent development that they decided they should make the devices translucent, making it harder to be seen rather than the usual opaque colours.
They followed Esme in the direction she was at, making sure they stayed far enough to not be suspicious but not lose her. Miya would love to just kill her in the streets, make sure she didn't have any chance at all, but Sakusa was more considerate to what they were doing and knew they would just attract too much attraction.
Luckily, they didn't have to wait for long. Esme walked right into an apartment complex. It was one of those small fancy apartments with barely any neighbours and tons of privacy. Her unit was the fifth on the second floor. When she had turned on her lights, Sakusa and Miya could see through the window what her apartment looked like, and honestly? It was not good.
Her wooden floor had stains of red patches everywhere, and there was some wooden planks that had the past indication that there was carpet. Her furniture was simple and bare, all pushed to one part of the living room. From their angle, the only thing that truly caught their eyes was the knife that she was pointing at the window, her face slowly, slowly turning into a grin, showing teeth.
"Well, shit," Miya says, before he goddamn burst through her window. Sakusa groans. There goes his plan of being unrecognised. Esme furrows her brows, her smile never dropping and her hand never wavering. "Who gave either of you permission to come and try to kill me? And teaming up? That's mean," She whines, and pulls out another knife from her back. Meian was right. 20 inches.
The first knife wasn't launched by her though, it was by Miya. He was fast, but somehow she kind of guessed that he was going to attack and tried to dodge. Of course, Miya was better and faster, and his knife launched straight into the side of her thigh, cutting through muscle and causing her to scream and try to pull the knife out. "Who said we're teaming up?" Sakusa laughs, and proceeds to search the house while Miya continues to throw knife after knife at her body, keeping her alive but bleeding out, but at the same time, pinning her clothes to the dents in the floor.
Esme was coughing blood up by then, but still smiling. "You... you guys... try'na... kill me... c-'cause I killed... you-your friend-" Sakusa swore he saw red in Miya's eyes. The knife plunged into her chest. "You know, for someone who likes to talk so much, she had absolutely nothing to back it up," Miya complains, wiping the blood on her shirt, cleaning his own knife. Esme's body was now lifeless on the floor, and they should be happy and finish their shift and go home and fuck or something right?
Wrong. Sakusa found things.
Souvenirs. From her past killings. Hands, fingers, blood. It seemed like the knife she kept after she killed Akaashi was only the first of many different people she killed and kept. It ranged from slightly morally grey but acceptable for now like hands and fingers, maybe even the knives. Then it got to downright unhinged. The male genitals, pictures taken of the victims lying lifeless in their own homes with Esme smiling from the top in a selfie mode.
Sakusa gazed at the photos and items, his face unflinching. Miya's face was harder to control. His eyes burned, and flickered back and forth from the sight before them and the body on the floor. "I should've made her suffer more, what the fuck is this?" He continued to mumbled, and swallowed several times, refusing to look further than what he had already seen.
Sakusa, he couldn't bear to see the look on Miya's face, as well as the sight before them. He burned them all down. He watched flames lick up human skin, so carefully preserved, as well as the paper quickly turned to ashes before their eyes. Soon enough, the flames were high enough for them to feel good heat, and they threw the glass pieces out the broken window and left through the front door, leaving it open.
Murder at [redacted] Apartment Complex
A woman was found dead in her home, fully burnt and covered with scars and marks. It was hard to establish whether or not she had stab wounds as the skin had been burnt too deeply. Glass pieces from her window could be seen outside her apartment, which gives indication for suspicion of suicide. The front door was also left unlocked and open wide. Suspect list can be seen here, linking back to the previous suspect lists of a few men. Public are encouraged to offer any information they had, and can be sent to +90 65478121, the main investigator for the cases.
More information and more things to take note of can be found here, and public are again reminded to be vigilant and be more careful especially in the night.
Stay safe.
End~
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"Atsumu, holy fucking shit," Sakusa blurts out, his jaw dropping open comically. Atsumu laughs, and pokes at the three new piercings on his face. A new one on his bottom lip, an eyebrow piercing, and a new ear hoop piercings. Sakusa bats his hand away, and takes a closer look at him.
Atsumu smiles giddily. "So... ya like it?"
"Like it? Atsu, I fucking love them, oh god,"
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