Bauer

disturbing information

    “Mustafu police Station, how can I help you?” Mitsuki sat on a couch in the living room, finally able to calm her son down. Katsuki sat beside her, waiting. He had explained everything to her, and it left her feeling uneasy. Did Inko really kill her son? She knew Inko wasn't in the best state, but would she really kill someone? Kill… her child?

    “Hello?” the voice on the other side of the phone snapped her out of her thoughts, and she concentrated on what she was doing. This conversation was going to be hard. She knew Inko from childhood, so even thinking that she would-

    “Yes, i'm here. Sorry. I have some possible information on the missing persons case for Midoriya Izuku?” Mitsuki stated.

    “Right. I’ll need your name and the information you have.” the receptionist replied, pulling out a notepad.

    “Oh right. Erm, im Bakugou Mitsuki - I was the one who reported Midoriya Izuku missing? Anyways, my uh - my son, he went over to his mothers household after school, and he came home screaming that Inko - Izuku's mother - had murdered him. From the information he gave me, it sounds like - well - it's possible that she did, uh, kill him.” the receptionist paused. This was not what she was expecting.

    “Right. Ok. please stay on the line as I redirect you to detective Tsukauchi, he’s the lead detective on the case.” at that, the receptionist quickly redirected the call. She was a little pale. I hope the boy’s ok. With the information she just heard, it was quite possible that they'd be finding a body.

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“Right, thank you for calling. Yes. you’ll be the first to be told of any leads.” sighing, Tsukauchi put the phone down. At once, he got up and headed out to get a search warrant. Within the hour, he’d be searching the Midoriya's household, and hopefully be able to find any lead which could locate the boy - alive.

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    Izuku was digging through the pile of trash behind his new home. He needed to find a weapon. Up until now, he’s just been working out and building up stamina, while also trying out some moves he learned from analyzing pros. He was glad he was able to take his notebooks, they helped immensely. Up until now, he's been practicing with a wooden stick as a staff, but wanted to find something more… durable. He didn't want to use anything like a knife or sword - those would make someone bleed. He also couldn’t afford something like a taser or the equipment pros use - he could barely afford a sandwich. So, he was left searching for something within the garbage heap which made Dagobah Beach.

    He kept funneling through, until he tripped on something, falling face first into the cupboard in front of him. He got up and brushed himself off, then he saw what was sticking out of the pile. He tugged on it, then grinned as the hockey stick came loose. He looked it over. It was in good shape, except for the bottom, which was broken off making it useless for hockey. On the other hand, it made it perfect for vigilante work. It was sturdy but flexible, and the perfect width and height to easily swing around. He traced the red lines wrapping the stick, and then moved his finger over the large white tape surrounding the other end, most likely in an attempt to keep the bottom from snapping off. The red will go well with my vigilante costume.

“Bauer.” he read outloud. Must be the brand of the company that made the stick. On his way out, he also stumbled across worn black knee pads outlined by red. He picked them up and brought them to his van. Now, he thought,  now my vigilante outfit is complete. All that was left to do was to go out there and save people. His grin grew wider, flashing with a purity brighter than the sun. He was going to be a hero, whether people saw him as one or not. Tomorrow. Tomorrow, he’ll finally do it.

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    Tsukauchi knocked on the door. He waited with baited breath, then looked back at the two officers he brought with him. Sansa nodded.

    “Police! We have a warrant, open the door or we will open it by force!” again, he waited, and there was no reply. He promptly kicked the door in, and the other officers spread out looking for anyone. He was immediately swarmed by the smell of alcohol. He looked over to sansa, flashing a look of pity. After all, cats have 14 times the sense of smell as humans, meaning his cat-headed friend was most likely in a lot of discomfort.

    “No ones here.” the other officer confirmed. Damn. he was too late.

    “Alright. We'll do a search and collect evidence. Sansa, go back to the station and see if you can locate Mrs. Midoriya's whereabouts.” Sansa nodded, looking grateful for an excuse to leave the apartment. Can't blame him. Tsukauchi got to work, taking photos of the house. The living room had a lot of alcohol bottles littered on the floor, some spilling into the kitchen. The furniture seemed old. part of the coffee table had a small bloodstain, and was chipped. The wood floors were stained with dull red splatters here and there, as well as smaller shards of glass no one bothered to clean up. The walls had dents in them. Everything seemed to be covered in a grimmy layer of residue. The kitchen was a mess, no food in the cupboards or fridge. Mrs. Midoriya’s room was also empty, clothes gone and bed a aloft. Many cans of beer sat crumpled and pushed up to the wall. Every personal artifact seemed to be missing. Like she left in a rush, abandoning the house. Izuku’s room was even worse - it was stripped of all signs of anyone living. The walls were barren, the desk and bed looked unused. Everything was gone - the clothes, the bedsheets - heck, even the mattress was gone. It wasn't done today, either. There was a small layer of dust. She most likely did this sometime in the last week - meaning she never intended for her son to return. That scared Tskauchi. The more information he gained, the more likely this case would end with a body.

    It turns out Izuku's room wasn't even the worst of it, like he had thought. There was a closet with a metal door - something you’d get for an industrial building, not a house. When he opened the door, he was met with a small, cramped space that had old blood stains which had been left to sit. The door and walls had claw markings, and part of the closet indented, like something heavy was thrown in. something, or someone. He shook his head. That line of thinking was dangerous. He couldn't let his judgement get clouded. By now, they had all the evidence they needed to put Inko Midoriya behind bars. we just have to catch her first.

   
A/N word count - 1,177

ohohoho and so it begins… how will Izuku do on his first night as a vigilante? I dont have high hopes. at least he’s not dead like everyone thinks he is. yet. kekeke, don't worry, I wouldn't kill off Izuku! He is the main character! but then again… also! Sorry for not posting, like, at all. Hehe, these will be pretty irregular.
~Inky