Roger's point of view: This day started off 'ordinary'. I started getting delusional at one point. Talking to myself when my stomach filled with uneasiness on our way to meet Franky Rigara, oh here's a bonus to calm myself down before I had a panic attack too. "Hey Roger whatcha' gonna do today roger?" "Oh nothing much Roger just gonna visit the underground, and gain information on a dead politician/ underground boss and did i mention convicted criminal," "No. Well have fun?! Roger." "Oh I will Roger, wait he was a powerful politician and it's his only son we're seeing! I'll be home before dinner," Alyssa snickered beside me, I didn't think she could hear me my cheeks tinted a bright red. "Bring me a doggy bag while you're at it," she laughed. Ah then there was that scary guy, so lets just start from there! "Are you five here to see Master Franky?" I must admit his voice was pretty deep and brutal it even phased me. I blinked hard, Jinko waved Vivi back and nodded at the big fellow, "Tell em' Jin's here," he spoke his voice unwavering. The big guy sighed, "Oi, Jin when are ya gonna come back to us? And to think we 'collect' from our own kind, sick!" he spat then motioned for us to follow him. Jinko was first since he knew about this better than anyone, in the heat of silence on our way to the back entrance of the building we came up to leading us to another, more 'put together' building Jinko spoke in a low tone. "Aye Terrance, haven't you had enough of him? Why don'tcha leave the crime thread before ya' get chopped off next?" He asked tiredly. Before we even knew it this Terrance guy stopped and muttered something quick before turning around and leading us further. I'm pretty sure he said, "I would if I could," I didn't understand this! Damn Franky if he's doing this to his own men! As we went up further my anger built up more the more frequently we passed by more of his men until we reached a gray office door. "Master Franky you have...guests," his voice again deep and formidable. The door unlocked slightly as Franky appeared, I thought he'd look more tussled but he was a fair guy, looked about 28 with his dark brown hair and pure hazel eyes...he didn't look so bad...until. "Terrance, you disappoint me! What could these have to do with me?!" He said, stepping on Terrance's foot. That's it! I wanted to knock this guy off his high horse! It seems Jinko was faster though, he pinned p up Franky on the wall grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. "Been a while, Quick hands Jinko," he laughed disgusted at what Jinko had done, "And to think you used to be one of us," Jinko raised his fist looking Franky in the eye. "Bastard! You treat us all like sh*t you don't care about your damn comrades! I've had enough of you, you're so f*cking rich but you steal from the poor!" He growled, is this Jinko? I don't understand it but Vivi begged Jinko to stop, she pulled away his arm and separated him from Franky. I don't know why, but he clung to Vivi like a book, she just stood there and let him hold her to extinguish his anger. To think one man could cause this much damage? Vivi's point of view: He was hot, his body felt tingly. Jinko...I didn't know this Jinko. "Vivi i'm sorry," he whispered with a hoarse voice. Q I wrapped my arms around him gently and whispered, "Don't worry, I'm always here you shouldn't care about a man like that!" With that his arms held me tighter than before. I looked at everyone they were all shut up, even Tristin. Roger clenched his fist and was breathing heavily, and all that Franky did was laugh at us. "That's a hot babe you got there! You're lucky she pulled you away, I'd like to take her for a spin too! And you as well," he said as he placed his hand on Alyssa's chin. Roger thrusted his hand off of Alyssa, "Don't touch her!" He yelled so loud that Tristin snapped out of it. "Y-yeah! Y-you've got another thing c-coming if y-you do!" He stumbled on his words before standing up straight making his body look bigger than it's actual size. I sighed just when Alyssa stood up to Franky her eyes filled with disgust, but they had some purpose in them. "All we want to know about is you're father, his case was stolen the other day it seems myself and some few here were prime suspects. The detective gave us a chance to crack the case and clear our names. Mind telling us about your father Dan F. Rigara?" Franky stepped back and plopped down into his seat heavily. "Fine, and I'll tell you about him just not now. Come back here in two weeks and I'll tell you, I have my reasons for waiting now leave I'm tired today," he said when he swung his arms over his head groaning. Terrance motioned us out after hearing Franky's loud groan. We all left his office by then, I had Tristin pushing Roger forward and Alyssa trying to calm him down. I couldn't leave with Jinko hugging me I wondered when he was going to let me go, but did I want him to? I had strange thoughts about it until he let go, I felt so cold...that's when he grabbed my hand silently squeezing it. Poor Jinko as we made our way back Terrance stopped where we had met him, "Thanks Jin, I hope next time we meet we'll both be truly free," he scuffed and hunched his back returning the way we came. It was quiet, we each went home no problems, we parted with Jinko, Kari, and his mom until it came again, the two weeks were here.
Hello beautiful readers, this chapter is a collaboration. That's right Cin and I both wrote half and half on this chapter! Hope you enjoy it and you know we all love your feedback. ~~~~|~~~~|~~~~|~~~~|~~~~ -Chapter 3: Detectives vacation! Secret cases?!- Tristan’s Point of View: The cool breeze of the season brushed past me like a whirl wind making myself almost lose my bearings on the jetty. Tossing the transit fishing line out to the ever blue ocean helped to relax my spirit, after all my line of work can get stressful. Though I got to say fishing isn’t my only pass time, slowly reaching into my pocket of my light brown trench coat I pulled out a pair of binoculars and took a seat on the wooden floorboards that were floating above the ocean bring supported by barnacle covered posts. “Let’s see what I can find for today’s appetite.” I spoke focusing the binoculars onto the beaches sandy front three girls where out today sun bathing. “Oh my, isn’t it Tristan Mail, looking at today’s menu?” From behind I heard a quiet, nervous but cynical voice. “Well isn’t it a bit early for you to be up Sora? The sun hasn’t even risen yet.” I spoke putting the binoculars back into my pockets and turned towards the sea. “What’s that supposed to mean! Gee isn’t it a bit early for you to be looking at… Wait what are sunbather girls doing out so early?” She asked a question that I was blinded to by the sight of beautiful women, curse my refined taste! The fishing pole began to jiggle and the top of bending as I felt with glee and excitement that only the most passionate fish men novices can feel. Quickly I jumped towards the rod and gripped the bass with both my hands, carefully I reached to the riling line grabbing onto the crack of the small mechanism. With every full circle my excitement grew, well until the weight of whatever was the big fish on the line started giving me a hard time. Inch by inch, quarter footstep by quarter footstep I got closer and closer to the metal railings of the jetty. "Tristan you idiot." Sora came up from behind me and forcefully grabbed the fishing rod, the huge force she had slightly hiding behind her medium frame would put any man off. The bright red strains of her neck length, edgily cutting hair swamy up to hide her soft slightly tanned head. Her hands carefully went over the railing and the rod was now above the waters edge. Keeping her balance she let some of the line go out on leaving a barely visible trailing of fishing line. She trusted outward and reaped in the line that had not one single fish on it. "Sora! You let go of my fish!" I screamed in shock with my mouth wide open that a small bit of bait brush my lip as a careless fishing man was hooking bait onto his hook. Sora sighed and handed me back my fishing pole. "You were caught on a rock, no fish it was just the waves and a rock." Sora lifted her hand to block the raising sun. "I'm going to look at the bathing girls." She turned to face me. Whack! She hit me on my head. "Something doesn't seem right about them so I'm going to snoop. You on the other hand..." I rubbed my head and looked at her cheek. "Fine by me, I guess grandpa sent you here to get me to visit, right?" Standing up I went to pack up my fishing pole and bait into a tackle box. Sora looked out onto the seemingly endless sparking blue sea and nodded. "Oh Tristan." Sora spoke as I was about to head off, her arms folded and became invisible in her red, wool knitted jumper. "Stay on the beach ridden path, for the solid concrete one, can only lead to loss of vision." After Sora spoke she walked off into the direction of the raising sun. Beach ridden, does she mean sand? Or maybe the ocean? How would any of them cause loss of vision? At that thought I chuckled to myself as I rose my head up high. Sora, this right here is why I enjoy our limited moments of time together...A clue inscribed in a riddle leading to a case. Roger's Point of View: Alone...with Alyssa, taking pictures. Could this be? A-a date?! I paced up and down my small bedroom, camera equipment and bags full of film developing supplies packed on my bed. "Roger!" Vivi's sudden call made me pause slightly before turning around to see her standing in the arc of my door. "Mmm, a plaid shirt and jeans was all you thought of wearing?" She said eyeing me up and down. "S-shut up! It's not like it's a date or anything," I spoke in a low tone before grabbing my equipment and leaving out the small appartment hearing Vivi's laugh echo as I pressed the down elevator button. Exiting the elevator on the first floor, awaiting me in the lobby was Alyssa. I couldn't help but stare she wore an oversized white sweater with leggings and sneakers. It didn't matter what she was wearing it's just, she looked so... "Hey Roger! You ready to go?" She said cheerfully smiling, her cheeks were flushed I could tell she's been waiting for this for a while. "Y-yeah lets go I know a great place!" I smiled walking out the revolving doors waiting for Alyssa along the way. "It's not that far away! So walking should be fine," Alyssa nodded as her curls bobbed up and down. We reached the building, it was rundown and grotesque yet a lot of things happened there I'm not surprised I motioned Alyssa to follow as we climb the creaky stairs, no words were said the only thing you could hear were the creaks of the steps bolts loosing, mice scurrying. It had a funk to it, but I didn't mind. Hopefully Alyssa will see what I see in this building. Alyssa's Point of View: I gasped for air as we reached the top of Rogers 'secret spot'. I don't see what he sees in this place. Well I obviously couldn't see, dust covered my eyes I felt like a blind person for a second when Roger pulled me over like he was my seeing eye dog. Yet he was surprisingly strong, but gentle. I felt a cold substance being rubbed on my left eye I clinged on to Roger... "It's really cold!" I half screamed at him. He just sighed and continued wiping, when he finished the first thing I saw, his broad chest underneath the plaid shirt. "Sorry that was the ice cold water Vivi usually packs me," he laughed flustered. His laugh made me chuckle it had been silent for a while as he prepared the photo taking equipment, I looked around seeing what could be so special about the place...the view was nice. If I remember just last week there was a photo on the front pages...don't tell me Roger is that. We heard a loud bang! Roger rushed to the corner of the building with his digital camera. We saw police rushing through an alley screaming sirens everywhere. My legs quivered and felt light. "Roger what just--," I stammered slowly on my words trying not to choke on them. He held up his hand and looked down the alley. "Let's grab our stuff," he said backing away quickly. "Hey Roger!" He looked up smiling sadly "Someone's just been murdered." It shook me, looked like we had another case on our hands. This feeling I've felt it before. Not anger or sadness, but remorse.
Tsundere alert! I love this update! I wonder how will they solve this case~ Keep up the good work, Cin and Melan! And sure, I'll read your story Cin~
This is still apart of our collaboration chapter~ I want to challenge our readers to try and solve these vacation cases, before our characters do Thanks for always reading- CinMel! Tristan's Point of View: Rushing cars passed by the crowded sub main road, walking on the footpath of the street. Garbage came into sight a couple of times, littered fast-food packaging, broken glass from who knows what and the white tattered fluff of a former useable tissue. Turning to the left corner of the busy street was a huge but modest sign advertising the business work 'Generation Post Office' the letters were in clear white that stood out on the ever bold colored red background. I swung into a small door located at the back of the reasonable sized building, opposite to the main entrance where a elderly couple were leaving with the latest set of collectable stamps. Why I knew that, well my Old Man, grandpa works at this post office. He's been working here since it first opened in the town of Generation, he's seen and meet all the people of this very big city! Imagine that, our town was almost like the size of New York and to think Generation Post Office has been running so long and been so popular. His work has been going in for over 80 years now he has been working there for that long, Old Mans Old Man even started up this place! Ever since the tender age of ten he has been sorting and organizing ever kind of mail you can imagine. Though Old Man is actually getting pretty old now, in his nineties to be exact but still going strong. That's the kind of man I want to be strong, never withers, has a burning passion! As well as.... Walking into the Old Mans place it was full of energy as anything, to my left was the sorting team. Cole was the head manager of the team, her quick eye and keen sense of memory made it key to be able to sort as efficiently as possible and still have time for a quick chat about the latest in action movies. Her short blond hair bounced around like crazy moving from one sorting bay to another, her strong build coming in handy for keeping her balance. To my right was the customers service sector and you would think in this day and age you would be talking to a recorded computer voice message right? Wrong, head of the nicest and most easiest service center in town was Luke, he had the whole package for his job. His perfectly messy, space black hair and his emerald green eyes made most girls melt. Though if that wasn't enough he had the voice of an angel! I mean seriously his tone is calm and smooth, almost as smooth as mine. He had a refreshing feeling about him, he could even make the most grumpiest of old geezers calm down. He was always busy on either the office phone or his mobile which I think he just talks to his girlfriend with. "Tristan! Where have you been I sent Sora after you four hours ago?!" There it was, the cold but loves to joke voice of my Old Man. He was sitting in a huge light brown leather chair that spun around the room with the four wheels connected to the piece of furniture. "Four hours! Old Man it just turned 7 o'clock what are you thinking when your walking Sora up at 3 o'clock." I stood with my mouth gazed open, seriously sometimes I don't know wether it is from old age or if the Old Mans just nuts. "Listen boy Sora is a good employee, even though she is always late for work and sleeps on the job from time to time doesn't mean she can't be trusted. I believe it is your fault for being late and your just trying to get Sora into trouble." His stern voice bellowed throughout the room, causing the two mangers to turn around and join in the conversation. "Tri Tri why do you have to be mean to our little Bird." Luke teased in a cool voice, I've been coming here for a while know I think ever since I was seven so the Post Office was like family to me. We loved teasing one enough and helping each other out, whether it's Cole about the best healthily recipes or Luke about what suit looked best on him for his weekly date. Unfortunately That also came with childish nicknames from my youth, when I was little I was heavily into dinosaurs. Heck I loved them they were the most amazing thing! Well till girls showed up. Anyway the dinosaur I loved the most was the Triceratops and since my name has the letters Tri Old Man started the nickname and it forever lives with me. "Tri Tri hasn't liked Bird ever since she stepped on and broke his toy...When he was eight!" Cole put up eight of her fingers for enfaces while I just turned away and blushed. "It's not about that!" I screamed turning into a red tomato, "I'm not that immature." I spoke sinking my head into my trench coat. "Anyway Old Man what do you want?" I asked getting back on subject. He snickered then nodded his head. "Oh just that could you get an old man some breakfast from the local drive through, Cole and Luke will also accompany you since they has both been working all night shifts." Suddenly Cole and Luke felt two steps closer as they were breathing down my back. "Come on then!" They both said in unison as they picked me up by both arms, Luke on my right and Cole on my left. "Hey guys wait." I mumbled as I got pushed into the back of the Post Offices six-seated van. Roger's point of view: Ushered into a police car like criminals they had confiscated my pictures as well as my camera packs. I was sick, so sick of this. Again we were prime suspects in the death of...of this man. His name was Bruce Ligui age 38 apparently some underground big shot. One of Franky's greatest rivals. It looked like he was meeting for a deal, but was shot dead and robbed. They found traces of an 'illegal drug' on his fingers at the autopsy. I looked up sitting in the cold stool,as a burly man stood towering me when a thinner short man walked in handing him a file he scuffed. "I see so this man here and his girlfriend were found taking photos at the scene, why would they be doing that?" He chuckled. "She's not my!–" I tried to intervene, but just as he turned around towards me another person interrupted. "Excuse me Mr. Interrogator but what you should be asking them is what they witnessed, perhaps the answer lies in the pictures," this cool calm voice I've heard it before but where? "C.T" the interrogator turned around facing a slim shadow in the arc of the doorway. Emerging from the shadow was... "Long time no see Mr. Milson and Miss. Night, as for you Interrogator Simmons shame on you," she shook her index finger playfully. "Did you really think these two could've committed the crime?" She asked him directly. My eyes widened in complete astonishment Detective C.T. City...My mind flashed back to the expo a week ago, and the events that took place there. This woman, was amazing beyond comprehension. I felt Alyssa tense next to me. "They were—" he was instantaneously cut off by Detective C.T.'s hand. "A trace of a drug was found on his fingers, I was just in the autopsy lab, the powdered drug seemed to be Rohypnol this type of illegal drug is a tranquilizer similar to Valium or painkillers but approximately 10 times more effective. It's extremely addictive; and Rohypnol is commonly abused either for it’s intoxicating, sedative or numbing characteristics," she crossed her arms preparing to add more. "Yet if you pay attention and–" she pulled out a vanilla envelope "have the results to their search the police conducted there are no traces whatsoever of anything on them, they're free to go," she nodded her head smiling. I didn't feel satisfied like this wasn't enough I wanted to solve this to clear our names fairly. Detective C.t. City's point of view: Honestly the look that Roger kid gave me wasn't satisfied. It's like he didn't want me to break the case for him. I smiled at him softly my dark brown eyes melting his gray ones he held them steady and determined. He's more confident now, way more confident. I sighed, and looked at the interrogator. "I suppose you two are free then first things first we need you to answer a few of our questions," as I was about to open my mouth to speak he said "C.T.Please leave this is a police investigation. If you keep solving our cases who will the public defender?" He motioned me out. I sighed and left without objections. Reading a magazine in the small police station waiting room I sighed. "Geez how long does it take to ask a 'few' questions Simmons," I mumbled under my breath. Clocks ticked and the gears chimed echoes echoed throughout the station. You could hear the flipping of pages I did while skimming through the 'Crime Time Magazine' if i'm right the one Roger works for, an article about a drive by caught my eye. Not particularly the case it was child's play quite simple. The Pablo's and Pueblo's had been enemy's forever it's been obvious the oldest Pablo's son Guermo he's been a jerk in Maria's circle the hispanic branch off of the Italian Mafia. I knew he'd get gun-downed at one point that wasn't what caught me it was Bruce Ligui in the background of the photo it seems like he was smiling on the phone. I sighed again, I'd solved the case of his death now I needed evidence. Rogers eyes flashed back in my mind I laughed making the quiet place sound lively I walked up to the front desk. Watching the front desk lady fidget a moment before speaking. "Excuse me, when was this issued Julietta?"I asked looking at her name tag. "If I'm right a week and a half ago," she said. "Thank you," I smiled before walking away, a few days before the mystery expo sounds a bit fishy to me. I chuckled I'd let Roger handle this case, but if it got too far— just as I was thinking they walked out of the back room. "They're free to go Detective C.T.,"Simmons huffed. As Roger walked towards me I threw the magazine at him I already bookmarked the page and at Alyssa who followed close behind him I threw the vanilla envelope at. "I'll leave this case up to you then," I waved before walking out I saw the fire in his eyes and the smirk on his face, now to watch.
Great work Cin, writing this brings pleasure to this girls heart. Can't wait to see how all this will turn out.