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Chapter 6: Pressure

You had spent the night with Ichigo. Despite your protests, he insisted that he keeps you company for your first night in his not his basement.

"Since you've been well behaved, I'll let you eat in the kitchen with me," the thought of eating with Ichigo didn't appeal to you, but it would probably be better than sitting in the dark alone, so you took the offer.

He let you pick what to eat, but he didn't seem to be hungry.  It disturbed you that he'd rather focus on watching you eat rather than eating anything himself.  "So..." you wanted to break the awkward silence in the room, though it wasn't your fault it the atmosphere was tense.  

"What do you actually do for work?  You can't tell me that you're not... experienced... when it comes to... you know..." You struggled to get the right words out.  Ichigo didn't seem to care.  He hummed in a carefree fashion as he took your plate to wash it.  As you looked at his back, you did feel the urge to make a run for it.  You suppressed the urge.  The front door would be locked, and the keys? Who knew.  At best, you'd make it down the hall.  While you tried to shut up the screaming voice in your head telling you to run, Ichigo started to speak.

"Well, I suppose there's not much harm in telling you, since I won't let you escape it's not like you can do anything.  To be honest, I'd be curious too if I were you.  You remember how I said I was home schooled, right?"  You nodded.  His back was still turned to you, but using a strange sixth sense he seemed to have waited for that nod.  "My tutor had... connections, let's leave it at that as to how I got into my work..." 

You worried that he wouldn't tell you any more and leave you with that crappy summary.  "A subject I excelled at was chemistry, it just fascinated me to such an extent... and when I was told that I could make a living out of it, though blind, I was excited, as you could imagine."  He started to tie the blindfold around your eyes again. 

"I was offered money, lots of money, to improve addicts in drugs, to improve production, and after two years of those, I made things that could..." he contemplated as he took your blindfold off again.  You were in the dark place again, and a lamp eerily illuminated Ichigo's face.  "Things that are poisonous, let's put it.  They can work in many ways, they can have different smells, colours, you can even control the conditions under which they start to work, and how they work, all through different chemical bonds," he seemed so happy to talk about killing people, if the subject was different, you would've found him cute.  This must be another advantage that he has to avoid suspicion.  

"My personal favourite is fire but... anyway, I work for them because no one finds it suspicious if I do anything, how many people are going to ask what braille books say?  Besides, most chemistry people have soaring careers, they wouldn't give that up for illegal crap.  Either way, the only other thing is really my parents... I killed them too.  They weren't fond of my... hobbies."

You wanted to say 'well I'm not surprised,' but you wisely bit your tongue.  He giggled, "no, not my career, silly!  My project.  I've been working on it since... after that day."  It clicked in your mind, and you thought about playing dumb, though didn't waste your breath, it was a futile endeavour and you knew.  "You see, when you grabbed my shirt it left a small piece of DNA on it, probably without anyone even noticing..." 

Now you were freaking out, really freaking out.  The room seemed too hot, suffocating.  The walls felt as though they would press up against you in the dark, and the lamp made all the objects look like shadows out of a nightmare.  "I've taken many people, like in your case.  I've taken samples, none of which ever matched.  Thanks to the equipment I have access to through work, it's pretty easy.  Either way, I knew it was you from the moment you spoke, all I had to do was confirm it.  You're finally here now."  So then, you took the lamp, and smashed it over his head.  

"I'd like to have a conversation with a y/n l/n, I'm a member of police and investigating a case."

"Sorry to say, y/n moved out about a month ago, couldn't pay the rent."

"Any ideas where she has been staying?"

"Not one, packed up and left without a word, but I did receive all the overdue rent eventually."

"Thank you for your cooperation."

Detective Maki Masa sighed, another dead end.  She had spoken to people who knew you, but to no avail.  It had been another long day, and the crime looked to be performed similarly to the 'sun killer' crimes.  Though it was possible it was an imitation, no one knew you to have any knowledge in scientific fields.  The criminal was thought to be responsible for over 50 deaths, and way more lives ruined.  Though they hadn't been caught, and there were no leads, the case had been on hiatus.  

The arrival of a potential clue had left Maki hopeful again, that she could bring justice to those lost, including her sister.  After the fruitless interviews she had attended, however, she felt deflated and tired.  The only clue that the police department had was the strawberry outfit, there had to be more than that, something was missing.  You were missing.  Why did you go missing?  Maybe it had more to do with your disappearance than meets the eye.  Why would you erase your existence from the outside world?  You had just entered into a blossoming career and according to your co-workers, you seemed even happier in recent times.  

Maybe the clue lay within the true 'sun killer'.  Perhaps they were worried they would be caught, and tried to pin the blame on a y/n l/n?  But why that person?  And how did they get a hold of your strawberry clothes?