BL ONESHOTS NO.4

²⁰⁴⁰😭Kinn x Porche

Porche sat in his car, staring at the crime scene in front of him. The flashing lights, the yellow tape, the sound of sirens in the distance - all of it felt like a nightmare. But it wasn't a nightmare. It was reality. His husband, Kinn, was dead. And he had to investigate his murder.

Porche took a deep breath and stepped out of the car. He walked past the other officers, past the onlookers, past the flashing lights, until he reached the spot where Kinn's body lay. He knelt down beside him, his eyes filling with tears as he took in the sight of his beloved husband lying lifeless on the ground.

"Kinn..." Porche whispered, his voice shaking with grief. "I can't believe this is happening. Who would do this to you?"

Kinn had been shot in cold blood, a single bullet wound to the chest. Porche couldn't understand how anyone could do this to him. Kinn was a kind and gentle soul, a loving husband, and a devoted friend. He didn't have a single enemy in the world. So who would want to hurt him?

As Porche began to investigate, he uncovered a tangled web of deceit and betrayal. Kinn had been involved in a secret deal with a notorious criminal gang, a deal that had gone horribly wrong. The gang had turned on him, seeing him as a liability that needed to be eliminated.

"Kinn, why didn't you tell me about this? Why did you keep it a secret?" Porche muttered, feeling a surge of anger and sorrow.

And now, Kinn was dead. Killed by the very people he had trusted.

Porche felt a searing pain in his chest as he realized the truth. The man he loved, the man he had built a life with, had been taken from him in the most brutal way possible. And he had to find justice for him.

As the days passed and the investigation continued, Porche grew more determined than ever to bring Kinn's killers to justice. He worked tirelessly, following every lead, questioning every suspect, until finally, he had enough evidence to make an arrest.

The trial that followed was a painful and emotional experience for Porche. Seeing the faces of the men who had taken his husband's life, hearing their excuses and lies, it was almost too much to bear. But he knew he had to see it through, for Kinn's sake.

In the end, the killers were found guilty and sentenced to life in prison. Porche felt a small sense of closure, a tiny sliver of peace knowing that they would never hurt anyone else again. But it was a hollow victory. His heart was still shattered, his world still torn apart by the loss of his beloved Kinn.

As he stood at Kinn's grave, tears streaming down his face, Porche made a solemn vow. "I will never forget you, Kinn. I will never stop loving you, never stop fighting for justice in your name. You will always be a part of me, and I will carry your memory with me forever."

And as he turned and walked away, the weight of his sorrow still heavy on his shoulders, he knew that Kinn would always be with him, watching over him from above. And he would never be alone.

Years passed, but the pain of losing Kinn never faded for Porche. He threw himself into his work, solving case after case with a determination fueled by the memory of his husband. But no matter how many criminals he put behind bars, no matter how many cases he closed, there was always a void in his heart that could never be filled.

On the anniversary of Kinn's death, Porche visited his grave, laying fresh flowers and whispering words of love and longing. The wind rustled through the trees, carrying with it a sense of peace and comfort that Porche desperately clung to.

"I miss you, Kinn," Porche murmured, his voice barely a whisper in the vastness of the cemetery. "I wish you were here with me. I wish I could hold you again, hear your voice, see your smile. I wish we could have grown old together, like we had planned."

As he sat by the gravestone, lost in his memories, a voice interrupted his solitude. "Detective Porche?" a young woman called out, her face earnest and full of hope. "I need your help. My sister has gone missing, and I don't know where else to turn."

Porche looked up, his eyes meeting hers with a mixture of sadness and determination. "I'll do everything I can to find her," he promised, a sense of purpose returning to him. "No one should have to go through the pain of losing a loved one, of not knowing what happened to them."

And so, Porche embarked on a new case, following leads, questioning witnesses, and piecing together clues with a renewed sense of commitment. As he delved deeper into the investigation, he couldn't help but feel Kinn's presence guiding him, encouraging him to keep going, to never give up until the truth was revealed.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, but Porche never wavered in his determination to find the missing woman. And finally, after a long and arduous search, he uncovered the truth - she had been kidnapped by the same criminal gang that had taken Kinn's life years before.

With a heavy heart and a fierce resolve, Porche confronted the gang, bringing them to justice once and for all. And as he stood in the courtroom, facing the criminals who had caused so much pain and suffering, he felt a sense of closure washing over him.

"I did it, Kinn," Porche whispered to the wind, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. "I found her. I brought her home. I hope you're proud of me."

As he walked away from the courthouse, the shadows of the past still lingering in his mind, Porche knew that his journey was far from over. There would always be cases to solve, people to protect, justice to seek. But he would carry the memory of Kinn with him, a guiding light through the darkness, a beacon of love and strength that would never dim. And with that thought in his heart, Porche stepped forward into the unknown, knowing that he would never be alone as long as he had Kinn watching over him.

[No.137. Bye now.]