Kokichi Angst Oneshots

The Drug Dealer's Crimes Part 1

Story A.U: Kokichi is the son of a drug dealer and is abused by him. Shuichi's father is the chief of police. Nondispair.

The police looked up at the house. They had good reason to believe that this was the den of a drug dealer and user. Even the chief of police was with them. All of them wanted to take this person down.
His name was Riboku Oma.

The chief primed his gun. He looked at his men. "Let's go!"

The police nodded and moved around the house. The chief stood to the side of the door, his right hand man, Takashi Hartford, on the other side.

He nodded to his friend and they knocked down the door. In the middle if the room right head of them, was a man with long, deep purple hair. It fell in his face. That face was sunken, the purple eyes crazed and wide. He wore nothing but a pair of black underwear. His bear chest showed his abs and a number of scars.

He looked at the police, and made a grab for the gun on the table. Takashi shot him in the arm and he roared as the chief, Siki Saihara, raced forward and tackled the man to the ground.
Several of the other officers entered the house and started to search. On the table were dozens of bottles of haroin, and bags of white powder.

Siki halled the man to his feet and handed him to one of the officers. "Make sure he gets to the station. I'm going to look around."

The officer nodded and dragged the cursing man off.

Siki looked around the room. On the table, all there was were drugs and money. He sighed. He walked out of the room and his friend followed him.
He turned to him. "I'm going to look around."

Takashi nodded. "I'll do the same." He walked to the bedroom to search.
Siki walked around and ended up in an office. There was an empty can of food on a desk with a lamp and a few pieces of paper.

Looking over to them, he saw that they were pictures of a young boy. He looked similar to the Riboku, but was clearly younger. In the pictures, he seemed to be only eight. The boy was covered in blood and dirt. His hands were bound behind him and his left eye was swollen shut. When he turned over the photo, he was that it had been taken almost ten years ago.

He wiped a tear from his eye. He assumed that the boy was dead. He hit the can off the desk in anger.
When it hit the floor, it sounded different then when he walked on the floor. He walked over to where the can hit, he saw that there was lines of metal.

'Trap door.' He thought. He called to his friend. "Hey Takashi! Come here!"

A series of footsteps rang out. Takashi walked in. "You find something?"

He tapped the trap door. "Help me open this."

His friend walked over and looked at it. "Huh. Alright."

The two men lifted the door open, and a the smell of decomposing flesh. They pulled their guns out and carefully stepped down the later.

When they got down, they found several body's of young women. They had been stabbed repeatedly. There were around a dozen of them.

Takashi shivered. "This is not what I expected."

Siki nodded. Before he could speak, the sound of chains rang out. Both men pointed their guns to the sound. They walked carefully to the sound.

As they walked, they came to a locked steel door. Hanging on the wall, was a key.

Takashi looked at his boss, and he nodded. Takashi grabbed the key and unlocked the door.

The door swong open and they were met by a dark room. Siki looked at the wall and found a light switch.

Flipping it, the lights blared to light. The men were met with a horrible sight.