Rin Homes, your personal Detective.

Chapter One

       His theory, as always, had been exceptionally correct, to his immense displeasure. He faintly wondered to himself, would it be a probability to get away with murdering all the people here, with out getting caught? Of course, but the chance would be slim. And he would have to chose a time when there were visitors here. But that would be the easy part. The hard part, however..... Who would go first?

       He was brought out of his musings as his new teacher spoke to the class.

       "I know you all are already aware he's here, but today, we have a knew student. Rin? Would you come here, please?"

       Ah, the feeling of being treated like a kindergartener. So refreshing. Really, it truly is.

      "Hello, my name is Rin Kodomo Holmes. I am a transfer student from America, here on a scholarship. Please do take care of me." His voice was emotionless, as always, and he observed his new classmates.

       This was going to really, as others say it, suck. Badly.

     By the time lunch came around, he already wanted to castarate the majority of the males in the school. Are their brains somehow unable to function? Could they not tell he was, in fact, a he?

       He was looking for a quiet place to do his homework now, he was studying even if the world would end- this school finally had at least one subject he hasn't learned yet, and that was a task in itself. His books are currently clasped to his chest by one hand, while the other holds his psychology book in front of him, his eyes re-reading the information, then looking around.

      Suddenly, a male steered himself into Rin's path purposely, trying his hardest to knock into him. Rin let him, silently stealing the males Id as he dropped his books. The loud thump of the heavy material made the hall go silent as the male tried to walk away. He walked only four steps before a blonde male stepped in front of him.

       "What do you think your doing, sir?" The newcomer asked, one hand grasping his elbo and the other holding a rose beside his face, his hip cocked to the side. "You should apologize to the young lady right this instant! And, while you're at it, help her pick up her things, too!"

         The male they stood in front of, whose name was Renji, he noticed, frowned, looking at them with enraged eyes. He turned, about to shove the short male again, but was stopped by the curious grey orbs, and the student ID clasped in his left hand.

        "Renji Kokumura, age 16, parents both dead, no realities to speak of-no, wait, an aunt? Ah yes, that's it. The aunt, the bruises on your left side, the fractured wrist, and the fear of those taller then you. Those come from... The uncle? Yes, it's with the uncle. That would be the only explanation, considering the circumstances. Your being abused by your uncle who has a history of violence that was never checked into, and so now you terrorize the political figures as a way to silently get back at them, hm? Oh, but that's not all," Rin spoke his words surprising the people around him, but he pretended not to notice." You have- had? You had a sister, then, who... Ah, that's sad. She was raped, and in order to kill any evidence of the thing she despised, she stabbed herself through the stomach, only for her family to later be told that she was never even conceiving in the first place."

       The silence ran trough the school like a knife, as Rin gathered his things to leave for a place to study once more. He broke through the crowd quickly, before quickly stating:

      "And if you call me a female again, Tamiki Souah, keep in mind that I have made no promises in regards toward your safety."

       As he was walking away, he came along a room with a sign that read 'music room x', the place where the number would be, had somehow been left blank, and then someone had drown the x in the empty space. There were mostly musical related items centered around the room, with a few chairs strategically placed around them.

       If he had to guess, he would say the music club had free reign here. But that didn't really matter. Right now, all he wanted to do was prepare for the experiment, and read the new information.

       A hour into his study time, his phone began to ring.

       "Yes, Sherlock? What do you need?" His voice was annoyed, because, honestly, all he wanted to do was study, and no matter how smart the idiots behind the door thought they were, he would always know they were there. Always. No matter how much he didn't want to. It was horrible.

       "Yes, hello Rin, I was wondering.... Could you tell Mycroft to stop being such a pansy for me?"

       "Now now, Sherlock, you haven't been fighting with brother dearest since I've been gone, have you?" there was only a hint of amusement in his voice as he spoke, and a small upturn of his lips.

       "We weren't fighting, just... Conversing angrily." Rin could practically feel his brothers pout, and sighed.

       "That, dear brother, is fighting." His voice was deadpanned, but he decided he would do it anyway. "I'll speak with brother dearest and see what I can do."

       "Much appreciated, little one, take care." Sherlocks immense gratitude was clear in the use of Rin's old nickname.

       "No worry, dear brother, take care." The custom goodbye was so usual, they almost didn't realize they did it half the time.

       After that phone call, he decided to call Mycroft latter, and talk the idiots outside the door down first.

       Ah, yes, this day would not end very well for either party. But mostly his. Definitely his.