This used to be a story called 'digital' (Which I never posted), and it had absolutely no plot. So, I abandoned it, and started this story. Which is called Christmas Killer. As you an see.
Disclaimers: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Wish I did, 'cause then I'd be filthy frickn' rich.
LOL. No, really.
Christmas Killer
Case File #31250
Name: Sarah Clemens
Gender: F
Age: 23
Height: 5' 3"
Weight: 150 lbs.
Hair Color: Brown
Eyes: Green
Occupation: Vice President Saw&Clemens law firms
Date of Death: 12/25/63
Time: 1:00 A.M. to 1:45 A.M.
Cause: Arsenic poisoning
Case Status: Closed
Due to: Statue of Limitations expiration
Case File #31251
Name: Sandra Yemm
Gender: F
Age: 30
Height: 5' 5"
Weight: 155 lbs
Hair Color: Red
Eyes: blue
Occupation: Banker
Date of Death: 12/25/63
Time: 2:00 A.M. to 2:45 A.M.
Cause: Potassium Cyanide
Case Status: Closed
Due to: Insufficient evidence against defendant
Case #31252
Name: Carolyn Russ
Gender: F
Age: 20
Height: 5' 2"
Weight: 140 lbs
Hair Color: Blonde
Eyes: blue Green
Occupation: Part- time job at San Fransisco Best Buy
Date of Death: 12/25/63
Time: 3:00 A.M. to 3:45 A.M.
Cause: Arsenic poisoning
Case Status: Closed
Due to: Insufficient evidence against defendant
"Why are you even looking at those?"
A boy (?) with than skin, sandy blonde hair, and violet eyes with two markings underneath them asked his friend, a boy with paler skin, brown hair, and blue eyes.
"Because I want to." The blue- eyed boy, whose name was Seto Kaiba, replied.
"No, seriously. Why?" The violet- eyed boy, whose name was Malik Ishtar, asked.
"Because they were never solved."
"And you think you can solve them?"
"Maybe."
"Alright. Why don't I just get pigs to fly, and how about I get Jou to lay off the latte while I'm at it? C'mon, man, those cases are, like... forty- two years old." Malik said, doing the mental math, "They were closed ages ago. You honestly think that the guy who killed those people is still here? He's gotta be dead."
"He?" Seto asked, taking a sip of coffee and taking the time to look up at Malik and raise an eyebrow.
"Yea, he. So?"
"You do know that over half of hit men, murderers, and metal men are women these days."
"Yea, these days. Not forty- two years ago." Malik pointed out.
"Forty- two years ago, around over one- fourth of women were hit men, metal men, and murderers." Seto Countered.
"One- fourth. Look, it's more than likely that this guy was a man. So why are you looking at these cases now, in 2008, forty- two years after they were closed, anyways?" Malik grabbed his coffee, gulping down half of the burning hot liquid.
"Here's your coffee back." He said, putting it bak down on the desk.
"You can keep it." Seto said, giving the styrofoam cup a distrusting look, "Anyway... I'm looking at them because this christmas killer guy might be back."
Seto handed Malik one of the many files stacked neatly on his desk.
Case #1125580
Name: Jamey Woo
Gender: F
Age: 20
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 146 lbs
Hair Color: Black
Eyes: Black
Occupation: Part- time job at used car dealer, part- time job at Borders in San Fransisco, volunteer work at local soup kitchen.
Date of Death: 12/25/05
Time: 3:23 A.M. to 3:45 A.M.
Cause: stab wound in the head
Case Status: Open
Due to:
Malik looked over the file, frowning slightly. "So, you think that the same fruit loop who killed all those other women and one girl is back, and killed this one?" He asked.
"There are three more. Here are their files." Seto handed Malik three other manilla file folders.
"And you think that there's a connection between these seven murders?"
"Yes, I do. But I don't think that it's the same guy." Kaiba said, absent mindedly finishing off the last bit of coffee that Malik had half- emptied.
"What's the connection, then?"
Kaiba sat the files down and pulled out a lis scrawled down on a legal pad.
"All victims are female, women ages twenty to thirty, took place on the same day, approximately fifty- five minutes apart from each other, on the same day, the three that took place in sixty- three are from arsenic poisoning and one with potassium cyanide. None of the victims, from then and now, had any sort of criminal record, two or three had records of community service and some sort of volunteer work. None were married, all were either in their first or second year of college, and Sandra Yemm was going back to college, majoring in criminal psychology. That's what all the victims were majoring in. All seven of them. And they were all going to the same local college, too. But it wasn't the same 'fruit loop' as before." Kaiba finished, setting the list down.
"What makes you say that?"
"For one thing, he's probably dead. Or at least so old that he's incapacitated to the point where he can't get around easily to commit murder again. And, like you said, there's a forty- five year gap in between each set of cases. God knows how many students majored in criminal psychology in that time."
"True... So maybe it's someone close to them?" Malik mused, still reading through one of the case files.
"Hey, boys. Anyone want a doughnut?" A woman with black hair that was puled back into a tight bun and who was wearing a woman's police uniform gestured to a box of Crispy Creme doughnuts she was holding.
"No thanks, Sandrah." Seto said, refusing sweets as always.
"Maybe I'll get one later, thanks anyways." Malik said, still reading.
The shrill polyphonic ring of a cell phone rang through the office, the sound coming from the flip- phone in a hollister on Sandrah's belt.
She set the doughnut box down on Seto's desk and plucked the phone from it's hollister, flipping it open.
"Hello? This is Sandrah Flemming of the San Francisco police department, may I ask who's calling?" she said politely. The calm look on her face slowly changed to a mortified one.
"He... he what?!? O... Okay, just, just hold on!! I-- I'll be right there!! Okay, I'll be right there! Okay, okay thank you!! Just take care of him until I get there. I'm on my way right now!" She said worriedly, before hanging up the phone and hurrying up.
"Hey Sandrah. What's the problem?" Malik asked, worried about her reaction to the call.
"It's my dad. He's on life support because of his old age, and his nurse just called and said that he's in critical condition. I've got to check out now, I hope y'all don't mind." She was out the door before she finished.
"...wow. That doesn't sound very good." Malik said, staring after her.
"No, it doesn't." Seto agreed, "Hey, you don't think that it was a professor?" he asked.
"Whaddaya mean?"
"Y'know, a criminal psychology professor at the college... no, that's not it."
"Why not?"
"How could a professor get into one of his student's houses in a window between one and three a.m.? There's no way in hell."
"Hey, y'know what's really scary?" Malik said, grinning.
"What?"
"Christmas is about two weeks away."
"Yea, but I'm not a woman."
"I'm not to sure about that."
"Shut up, you."
"What're you gonna do about it? Shun me with your cold indifference?"
"Jou!"
"Ah, hell no!"
"Jou! I need your help out here!"
"C'mon, you wouldn't!! Not to me!"
"Try me. Jou!"
"Awww, Setooo! Please!?!?!? You saw how much coffee he had this morning!! Don't do this to me!!"
A blonde boy walked (more like practically bounced) into the office, with amber eyes and a smile.
"Yea, Set?" He asked, walking over to the desk and sitting down on it, putting a small stack of papers on top of another one.
"I need your help with something." Seto said, smiling up at the blonde with unusual, fake innocence.
"Yea?"
"Malik needs some more paperwork to sign. What say you?"
"... I say..." Jou smirked evilly, "Gun permits. Paperwork for the newbies."
"What!?!? Aw, c'mon, Jou! Not that!! Those forms take forever!"
"Ya' want the medical forms to?"
"...No."
Malik pouted, stomping off towards his desk, taking the doughnuts with him, muttering about revenge and paperwork.
"Thank you."
"What, no kiss? Not after I buried Malik in paperwork?" The blonde (Whose name was Katsuya Jonouchi) pouted, crossing his arms.
"Your gonna sulk forever if I don't kiss you, correct?"
"That would be correct."
"...Fine." Seto put down the file and pulled the blonde down for a short, chaste kiss.
"That's all? Normally you'd be more generous." Jou said, glancing at the files.
"Are you upset about it?"
"To a point..."
"You live with me, you know. It wouldn't be any trouble to..." Seto didn't finish the sentence, knowing full well that his boyfriends mind would take it from where he left off.
"Is this case what's bothering you?" Jou asked as he read through the files, noticing the date, "Sixty- three? Set, these are forty- two years old."
"It's not those. It's these." Seto handed Jou the files from 2007, rubbing his eyes and yawning tiredly.
"You okay? Your not usually this tired. Anything I can do to help?"
"Take a look at these cases. You see a connection?"
Jou only smiled at Seto and gave him an adoring look. "Your so dedicated to your work. Maybe to dedicated. I'll look over these when we get home, maybe we can make connections then."
"I already have a list." Seto said, holding up the legal pad.
"You work to hard." Jou pouted, moving to sit in Seto's lap.
"You don't work enough."
"Not true."
"And your proof of that is where?"
Jou pulled a piece of crumpled paper out of his pocket.
"Look. I came in first again." He said proudly.
And it was true. Jou was the San Francisco Police Departments best sharp shooter, sniper, he was the best when it came to handling guns in general. That's why he always came in first on shooting competitions and the skill checks conducted by the department.
"Do you ever work hard when it comes to using your brain?" Seto asked, wrapping his arms around the blonde's waist.
"Enough to know that you think there's a connection between these two 'christmas killer' cases."
Jou closed his eyes and snuggles into Seto's chest, inhaling deeply.
"Wanna go on home?" He mumbled, a small smile gracing his face.
"It's only five o'clock." Seto frowned slightly, looking at the digital clock perched on his desk.
"Only five o'clock? C'mon, it's late! And it's dinner time, to. In fact, it's past dinner time, it's five- oh- one, as of... now." Jou read the now changed numbers.
"Okay, fine. Get off me so I can drive us home, puppy." The brunette smiled.
"Why do you still call me that?" Jou pouted as he stood up, "I though you stopped after high school."
"Well, apparently I haven't. C'mon, let's head home, so your empty stomach doesn't make you go insane."
"We're having tortellini tonight. No complaining, okay?"
"Fine. You'll make me to tired to argue before we get home, anyways."
"Yea, yea. Whatever." Jou smiled, pulling Seto along by the hand as he walked out the door, grabbing his coat.
Seto could only shake his head and smile as he followed his energetic, blonde puppy to their car.
End chapter one
OKAY!! Good? Bad? Suckishly- suckish? Or black hole suckish? This'll be slightly morbid for a christmas story, but...
Please review!! Pleeeeeassssseee????