The Archives 
Episode 1: SIN
Written by: Apeman (zeni316@y...)
Genre: psychological thriller/mystery
Yk2's commentary: Sorry for the re-post. My brother emailed me today. 
He said two things: 
1.haha! I'm going to Singapore this summer -_-*** and  
2.Post up my fic and change the title -_-******! This was SIN, but he 
decided to write more and make it a series called the Archives. I 
hope no one is confused and if anyone has other ideas for this, email 
me so i can forward the message to him. please enjoy =)

	"I hate rain,"
	It was pouring, and my hair was soaked.  I hate rain; it 
drenches my coat and my hair.  I spend enough time fixing my hair 
that I don't really need this from the sky.  I could barely see 
through my sunglasses, but there really wasn't anything to see.  The 
rain had washed away most of the evidence.
	"Detective Takeo," It was my best friend, Sergeant Kohta.  We 
had gone to school together so many years ago.  "Double homicide, 
sir.  Two people, man and wife, shot down in this alley."
	"Hh." I grunted.  "Any witnesses?"
	"Just one," 
	Kohta pointed to a short boy, standing by a trash- can, 
shivering in the pouring rain.  His shaggy hair was drenched, and 
blood streaked down his face.
	"His name's Kyo," Kohta said. "He looks like he's fourteen or 
fifteen years old."
	"Hh.  God, I hate it when a kid's involved," I took a breath 
from my cigarette.  "C'mon, let's go,"
	The precinct was chaotic, as usual, and there were herds of 
people filing in and out of the building by the second.  I was asked 
to conduct the questioning of the poor, little kid.  Lucky me.
	"So, did you see anything?" I would ask.
	"…………."
	"Hh.  Reminds me of the song `No Reply',"
	"…………."
	I lit another cigarette, my seventh today, and walked away.  
Why they asked me to question the kid is beyond me, but someone had 
to find answers, answers that I cannot get.
	"Nothing," I said, shrugging my shoulders.  
I looked back at him, and took a breath from my cigarette.  He had 
the most frightening stare I have ever seen, and he often made 
growling noises that I found to be quite strange.  We were away from 
everyone else in a secluded area of the precinct, and no one was 
around us.  I guess the kid scared people, or maybe we thought that 
we would scare the boy.  I think it's the first of the two.
"He hasn't said anything since…." I was cut off by words I will never 
forget.
"I did it,"
I looked back and saw the kid, still staring into space with blood-
shot eyes.  He tilted his head to one side as he repeated his last 
statement.
"I did it," he growled.
I don't know which question I wanted an answer to first: Is this kid 
really fifteen? Or was that a confession?  I took a puff from my 
cigarette.  He tilted his head upward and looked into my eyes.  He 
looked like a puppet being controlled by some evil puppet master.  
Then he smiled.

	"What have we got?" I asked.  It was the next morning already.
	"Couple of jelly-filled, some chocolate frosting….."
	"Give me the jelly-filled.  Thanks, Kohta," I said, as I gave 
a small wave goodbye to my friend.  "This should last me until 
dinner."
	The whole day was filled with investigations and CSI stuff.  
You don't know what those guys can do, even with the rain.  When 
night came, I walked to Kyo's little room the precinct had set up.  I 
walked in, puffing smoke from my mouth.  I really should quit.
	"So," I muttered.  "You say you did it, but my question is 
why?"
	Kyo looked up with his tilted head.  It looked like he hadn't 
slept in years.
	"Why?" he growled.  "Why do you think a kid would kill his 
own caretakers?"
	"Caretakers?" I asked.
	"They're not my real parents, you dimwit.  They're my foster 
parents.  The fifth pair of `parents' for me,"
	I shrugged, and asked again, "So why did you kill them?"
	"They annoyed me,"
	I choked.  Then I coughed.  I haven't choked on a cigarette 
for a long time.  That…..that's it?  I thought.
	"Did…did they, I mean, molest or abuse you?" I asked, still 
choking.
	He smiled again.  God, I hate his crooked smile.
	"Yes, you could say that," he said. "They didn't do anything 
I'm not used to already."
	He smiled again.  Then he started to cackle.  I took a deep 
breath of smoke from my cigarette and walked out.

	"I hate rain,"
	It's a New Year, new case.  I took a sip from my coffee and 
started a conversation with Kohta.  I never got the confession from 
Kyo on paper or on tape.  He's free.  I'll never know if he told the 
truth or if he was just messing with my mind.  Either way, he got 
what he wanted, whatever that may have been.  I'll never forget Kyo, 
the boy with the frightening smile and multiple parents.  I went 
through that, too.  I took another sip from my coffee and headed back 
to the precinct with Kohta.

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