Roses have thorns

His habit

(A/N- all names of schools/newspapers/locations have been slightly altered so there is no conspiracy of this ever happening- you never know some people get the wrong idea. I would also like to clarify so there is no confusion- "Hiro Izuka" is the name of the "person" mentioned in the last chapter. Thankyou. - JungKiera494)

'Tuesday, 12th September 2025 Asahi Rimbun newspaper,

BODY OF TEENAGE GIRL FOUND IN SCHOOL - Rui Nakumora's body was found early this morning at Rokusai High school in Tokyo. Her body was found with the words " Ugly wh*re" carved into her neck. Police are still looking for the perpetrator (s) of this crime and many others in Tokyo. '

It had been about seven days since that news article was released. Many more killings had happened in that time, and they were all committed by the same man. His name was Hiro Izuka. Hiro killed this innocent girl and many others ruthlessly, and got payed a great amount. You see- Mr Izuka lost his sense of remorse back in high school, when he was living a normal life. He used to steal things from shops, and always get away with it. He was and still is very smart. That's all he really remembered from his childhood, everything else to do with school was a like a book under lock and key, slowly gathering dust.

Hiro woke up, late afternoon 2pm. He stretched out his long pale arms, and took in a deep breath. He then arose from his bed. He sat on the edge of it, staring down at his wrists. He they were severely bruised and slightly cut. When he was tracking down and killing a middle aged man, he got quite badly injured. He sighed, and got up from his bed.

He dragged his feet along the polished wooden floor, making his way to the kitchen. As soon as he got there, he pulled open a drawer and scanned it for any bandages. He tilted hid head until he could see one at the back. He grabbed ahold of it, opening it to wrap around his wrist.

Just then, the loud door bell rang. This made him jump a little. He dragged his sleepy-self to the large wooden door to answer it. He pulled open the door to see to men in suits and hats at the door. "May I help you two gentlemen?" He asked curiously. The two men looked at each other, one was tall and thin, the other was short and fat. "we are detectives. I am detective Gorden, a transfer from England. This is detective Mizuki. We would like to question you about some of the recent murders." Said the tall one. Adrenaline shot through Hiro. 'Have they figured out its me!?!? They cant have. I got rid of all the evidence! I should calm down, maybe its not like that...'

"Sure ! Its my pleasure to help the police force. Please come in, maybe I can get you some tea?" Asked Hiro. "I'm Hiro Izuka by the way." He said, forcing a bright smile on his face. He then gestured for the men to enter. Both detectives stepped into his household, taking off their shoes when they got inside. Hiro was in the kitchen, while the two men sat down in the living room. He had two cups of tea ready, and was contemplating whether or not to dispose of these two.

There's no reason to... But.... I don't want them getting in the way of my work.' he thought. In the end, Hiro decided to listen to what they had to say, rather than take them out. It would only raise suspicion on him if he did. Hiro sleepily walked into the front room, with two cups of hot tea on a tray for the two men. He placed it down gently onto a small table infront of them detectives. Detective Gordon didn't take his eyes off of Hiro for a second. Hiro noticed Gordon's blue eyes beaming at him. He looked up. "Is something the matter sir?" He asked as innocently as possible. Gordon sat back in his chair. "Nothing. Just waiting to try your tea" he said, picking up his cup and sipping it. "Do sit down Mr. Izuka." He said. Hiro nodded and sat down. Mizuki sat forward, then started asking questions.

"Mr Izuki where were you at 11:00 pm last Monday?" Asked Mizuki. Hiro was smart, he would always have an alibi whenever questioned for crime. " Here. Sleeping." He said plainly, while his left eye twitched. "Do you know anyone who has a connection to the girl who died?" Hiros eye twitched once more. He did no someone, his client. But he wasn't going to place the blame on them or else he wouldn't get any money.

"N-no sir." He said firmly. "Why did you stutter?" Asked Gordon immediately. "I'm nervous" said hiro, looking away. The two detectives eyed each other. Just then, Mizuki's phone vibrated. He placed down his cup and flipped open his cell phone. "Hello?" The room fell silent as Mizuki received information. "Alright. Bye." He said, flipping down his phone and placing it back in his jacket pocket. "looks like we'll be leaving you for a bit. Some new information just arrived on the case." Hiro gulped. "we've found a small amount of DNA on the girls clothing." Said Mizuki. Hiro bit his lip harshly. 'shit. I'm done for. Unless its someone else's... Like another student, or a teachers.'

Gordon took mental note of Hiros habit of his left eye twitching, and harsh biting of the lip. "Ok. Alright I will open the door for you two." Said Hiro, as he arose from his seat and slip his feet across the clean floor to the door. The men put back on their shoes and left the house. Once they were down the street, Hiro slammed the door. He bashed his head on the door, then turning round and sliding down it to sit down. "Well this was a nice way to start my day." He said, reaching to his head in pain. "If these fuckers find out it was me I will have to kill them. And then everyone who knew me or anything about me." He said to himself, looking to the side. He spotted something. A small picture. He picked up the crinkled picture, and turned his head as he looked at it. It was a picture of Detective Gordon, and a beautiful Japanese woman with a bright smile. She looked pregnant from what Hiro could see.

he held the small picture with two hands. "Oh Gordon. If you get in my way, I will have to dispose of ALL of you." He then ripped the picture in half, no emotion on his face.