A/N warning!  murder stuff

Case file: #5
Name: Shōhei Fukunaga
Age: 19
Sex: Male
Occupation: Janitor
Criminal background: -
Cause of death: Stabbed 9 times.

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"Hey, look at me" Akaashi said softly as he placed his hand on top of Bokuto's.

"I'm embarrassed..." the other murmured. He continued hiding his face underneath the hood of his hoodie. However, his embarrassed for the fact that he didn't manage to get another job had washed away centuries ago. He was simply hiding his red cheeks from Akaashi.

Akaashi's hand felt so soft and warm, almost like a blanket on a cold winter day. Bokuto wanted to hold it, but that would weird Akaashi out. At least that's what he thought.

"Don't be embarrassed, I understand. I told you, I'll talk to my friends at the police department, get you a place. Okay? Don't be so down" Akaashi said as he squeezed Bokuto's hand making him blush even more.

"O-Okay" he managed to say. Bokuto felt Akaashi's hand slide off, he stood up and walked to the kitchen, leaving Bokuto on the living room couch. The other exhaled deeply, how come he had no courage to tell Akaashi about his feelings?

He was always so brave, jumping into danger whenever he needed, but saying simple three words seemed like the most toughest job in the world.

"Oh, by the way, did you by any chance search for anything in my room?" Akaashi suddenly asked throwing Bokuto off.

"Huh? Oh, yeah I did. I lent you my shirt, remember? The blue one. I was searching for it, but couldn't find it" Bokuto explained, he meant no harm, but maybe Akaashi saw Bokuto's actions in a different angle.

"Oh, I see. It's in the washing machine. I got some... ketchup on it. Anyway, please refrain from peeping into my room. I'm a lawyer after all, there's information that is illegal to be disclosed to anyone but me and my client" Akaashi's voice was calm, but oddly concerning.

"Alright, sorry. Speaking of, are you still on the fraud case? I saw an article about that guy online, he seems innocent" Bokuto said as he sat down in front of Akaashi who was busy looking at his phone.

"That's because he is. The only bad thing that guy has done is not letting an old lady sit on the bus. This case isn't that hard, I'll be done in no time and maybe then we can have a boys night or something" Akaashi looked at Bokuto and flashed a warm smile.

"What, really?! That would be so great!" Bokuto exclaimed, Akaashi's words were enough to give him motivation to do stuff he had been putting off for a long time.

In the mean time, Akaashi decided to go to the police department again. Not only because of Bokuto, but simply because Suga had asked him to come. The other had been stressed for a while now, a case of some sort was making him anxious.

As Akaashi put his shoes on, he felt something heavy in his coats' pocket. He didn't even have to look at it to know what it was. His mind wandered off to the fact that Shirabu's body had not been found yet and it has been quite a few days. Not surprising, considering the alleyway he was left in was surrounded by abandoned buildings and old construction sites.

The only people who will ever come into contact with Shirabu's decaying body will be those reckless teenagers who feel the need to explore old buildings, hoping to find something valuable.

Leaving a body in a location like that seemed like a good idea. No witnesses, flesh and inner organs start rotting and soon enough there's not much left. More work for anthropologists, I guess.

"I'm making dinner tonight!" Bokuto exclaimed as he darted downstairs. "When will you be back? Be careful, X is still out there"

"I won't take too long, and I'll be careful. You don't have to worry" Akaashi smiled at the other before turning around and leaving the house.

After rain, everything had a weird odor, but Akaashi liked it. Maybe that's why he walked to the station, instead of taking a taxi. It seemee like Kageyama wasn't patroling the streets this time.

As he walked Akaashi started thinking about all the things that he had done. How did things turn out like this? Since when is he such a delusional, blood-thirsty, cold-blooded man?

All he could think about was the faces and voices of those unfortunate victims, the way they would scream and beg for help, but to no avail. Akaashi would always cover their mouth and smile as he'd jam his knife deep into their chest.

The blood that would gush out would reawaken his senses. Such a pretty red color, he wanted to see it more. And the eyes, such a scared stare they would give Akaashi, as if they were begging him not to hurt them.

Before he knew it, Akaashi had reached the police station. He quickly went upstairs and knocked on the door, Suga and Daichi had to wait, Akaashi had other matters to attend.

"Hmm? Oh, Akaashi, it's you" Roy smiled as he saw Akaashi standing in the doorway.

"Agent Roy, what's the urgent matter?" Akaashi asked, his heartbeat increased as adreline rushed through his veins. He was not afraid to use his knife at any point.

"Remember I called you about the Konoha case? We were able to connect him to a chain burglar case, he and his accomplice were guilty for stealing and selling 9 cars" Roy said as he sat down and relaxed in his chair.

Roy was one of the best agents there is, working hard to make sure the streets were safe. Ha, pathetic.

"Oh, that's news to me" Akaashi raised an eyebrow.

"However, that doesn't make sense. He was killed by X, like other... nothing ties the victims, I can't find anything. I wanted to ask for advice" Roy sighed loudly. "What should I look for? You've worked on multiple cases so..."

"X seems to pick victims at random, so I doubt there's gonna be a connection. It would help to pin the locations of victims. Maybe that will give a clue" Akaashi suggested. Like hell, looking at locations would just confuse them a bit more, Akaashi's house isn't the centre of it all.

"Yeah, you're right. Thanks, I know I can count on you" Roy stood up and walked over to Akaashi, placing his hand on his shoulder. "Like my mama always used to say, always trust the quiet ones, they know more"

"Your mom is a woman of words. By the way, is Daichi and Suga still working? I'm not sure when they're coming back to Japan.." Akaashi sighed, he was afraid of being too late.

"They left, sorry. I'll tell them you were here, they'll call you" Roy made sure to leave a note on his table, a reminder to be exact.

"Alright, goodnight Roy. Call me if you make any progress" Akaashi flashed one last smile before making his way downstairs. It almost seemed like his blood-thirst had gone away, but that was proven wrong when he saw a janitor leave the building.

His hand glided over the knife in his pocket. Akaashi inhaled deeply before venturing down the stairs and following the poor boy. Seems like just a few days he was the one being hunted, now he's the one hunting.

The boy had a nice back, slim figure, Akaashi wondered how it would feel like to jam his knife between his vertebra. Would it hurt? Would he be paralyzed? Should he do it fast or torture him a bit more?

Akaashi kept his distance from him, he couldn't risk being suspicious. To his luck, the boy stopped by a small forest to have a smoke.

"Can you borrow me one?" Akaashi asked, keeping himself in the shadows.

The boy was spooked at first, but soon smiled at Akaashi and held out a pack of cigarettes, inviting Akaashi to take one. And so, the other stepped forward, but instead of taking a cigarette, he pulled out his knife and pressed it against boy's stomach.

"What's your name?" Akaashi asked, he watched as fear filled his eyes.

"Fukunaga... Shōhei Fukunaga, sir." He said, his voice trembling. "Please don't hurt me"

"Ah, you see, Fukunaga, I can't stop myself. I love the look on your face" in Akaashi's dark eyes one could see the reflection of terrified Fukunaga.

"If you're here because of Marie then I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sleep with her! It was an accident!" Fukunaga exclaimed as he shut his eyes.

"I have no clue who you're talking about, but tell me more" Akaashi whispered, but before Fukunaga could reacted Akaashi pushed him to the ground and covered his mouth with his hand.

He made sure to quickly toss his coat away, he would need something to cover up the blood stained shirt after all. Fukunaga's muffled screams for help made Akaashi so happy that he couldn't even control himself.

With a smile from ear to ear, he unzipped Fukunaga's hoodie, a white t-shirt covered his stomach, but that's okay.

"Fukunaga, I'm so happy to announce that you're my first victim, who I'll kill slowly, just to see how that feels! Isn't that exciting?" Akaashi whispered to Fukunaga's ear, but he wasn't waiting for an answer.

He pressed his knife against his stomach, a red stain started forming almost instantly. Fukunaga's shrieks were to satisfying, Akaashi felt high.

After leaving multiple scars on his chest, neck and even face, Akaashi decided to finally reach the climax of this torture. He stationed his knife on Fukunaga's chest, right above his heart.

"Say, dear, what would happen if I very slowly pushed this in?" Akaashi's dark eyes filled with joy as he watched Fukunaga start struggling, so much will to live was still left in him.

The knife first pierced his skin and then slowly tore through the flesh. So much blood was coming out of the wound, it looked like he will faint any moment now.

Akaashi knew he had reached his heart when Fukunaga let out a massive shriek, his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his chest slowly dropped. A last breath was caught in Akaashi's hand.

For a moment there Akaashi stared at what he had done, before leaving an X on his cheek and standing up. Dinner awaited him at home, and he had never felt this hungry before.

"There's a free place for janitor position now, Bokuto will be delighted"

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I changed Thanatological's cover! I really like it and I hope you do too!

As you see this chapter was a bit more graphic and this is just the start of what you're gonna get.

Sorry for not updating this often, this is a really hard fic to write as I don't want the chapters to be same and at the same time I need to carry on the plot line.

Hope you guys are enjoying it!

-hatari

P.S it's Roy Mustang.

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