MistressOfTime1218: This counts as my Christmas gift to Storm. Hope you like it. It was actually pretty fun to write. Warning, though, this will not be my usual long descriptive type of work. At most these chapters will only be around 500 words.

Crash:

They had been lucky to survive the wreck. All things considered, it could have been a lot worse. Shigure surely had a concussion from hitting his head against the steering wheel, Tohru's wrist was no doubt terribly sprained if it was not already broken, Yuki's shoulder must have been dislocated from the way it had hit the side of the backseat's door, and Kyo himself had a few shards of glass imbedded along the length of his arm from shielding his face once the window had crashed. It would not be a pretty visit to the ER. But they were alive.

The occupants of the other three cars had not been so lucky. There were seven casualties in total. Some of the families and friends of the diseased had been nearby, and had rushed over as soon as the police sent out word of what had transpired. There were news reporters on the scene already, calling the whole incident an unfortunate accident.

"Not an accident." A teenage brunette on the scene told the police inspector. "It was murder."

Kyo stiffened from his spot in back of one of the open ambulances.

Shigure had already been taken to a hospital, his dizziness and lack of quick responses worrying enough for a quicker trick to the nearest doctor. Tohru had ridden along with him, being the most worried out the three. Besides that, Yuki and Kyo knew it was better to have her seen to first, and if she was already with Shigure, someone would eventually find her and give her some decent medical attention. The two boys could take the pain. She could not.

Yuki, who was sitting next to his redheaded cousin waiting for the two of them to be looked over, noticed the change in his body's rigidity. "Something wrong," Almost as an afterthought he added. "Stupid cat?"

Kyo ignored the bait and found his gaze traveling to the boy who had spoken earlier. "He says this is a murder."

Yuki scoffed. "Really, how does he figure that?"

Kyo shrugged. "I don't know. But he seems confident."

He heard the rat sigh. "How could anyone have murdered somebody like this? There are too many witnesses and too many things that could go wrong. How could anyone pull a murder off like that?"

Kyo focused in on the brunette, looking coldly towards the crowd of people who had gathered on the outskirts of yellow tape to see the macabre show. His eyes never faltered, never quivered, never even moved until he saw something in the sea of people that made those blue eyes narrow.

Kyo found himself shivering at the intensity. "I don't know, but I have a feeling we're about to find out."