Perfume for the Fallen

The Fifth

A/N: This was something short I wanted to write. And I've written this MANY times but this version. Was the best. I hope you enjoy.

It was the middle of the night. No one was around. While a figure lied on the sidewalk. She was the fifth. She bared no sign of assault, rape, or even a struggle. Like she wanted this. There was no blood. No wounds, no. Nothing. Like her life was pulled out of her, to feed another. She was another to add to the pile. The sirens of the cop cars blared as they skid to a stop before the figure. Smoker got out of his car along with Zoro. They pulled out their flashlights and shined them onto the woman. Where her eyes were shut. A handful of flowers were inside of her hands. And she lied with the utmost care on the sidewalk. Zoro sighed turning to Smoker.

"We have another one." Zoro grunted.

In the distance leaning against a building across the street was a faint light of a cigarette. And the light of his phone. His ears were pierced up his earlobe four times. A fur collar coat was on his back. Along with a white tank top with a heart necklace hung onto his chest. Two horns curled out from his forehead to his cheeks. He hummed watching with his golden eyes to the green haired police officer. The blonde pulled out his cigarette and dropping it onto the sidewalk. He crushed it with his boot blowing his smoke between his sharp teeth.

He hummed sticking a hand in the back pocket of his ripped jeans while he rested in his palm. His tail flicked back in forth while he licked his lips watching Zoro. His black long fingernail scratched his cheek chuckling softly. His horns rolled back into his head, along with his tail, fingernails, and his golden eyes turned back to a blue.

"I'm sorry my dear, I was hungry. And how else am I supposed to get your attention?" He hummed.

Then turned walking down the street shoving his hands in his pocket.

Zoro slammed his hands on the desk looking at the files. Five woman have died on his watch. There was nothing showing that their lives were taken with a weapon or some sort of needle. Or drug. Everything turned up clean. Nothing was showing him that they were murdered or drugged or what the hell ever. Zoro growled hitting his head on his desk repeatedly.

"What the hell!" He hissed.

The door was knocked on, but Zoro was too busy hitting his head on his desk. So. Brook opened the door anyway. He was a famous detective. He could solve pretty much any case. So he came to help. As long as Zoro didn't smash his brain out first. Brook approached him putting a hand on his forehead earning the chief's attention. Before he took a seat before Zoro's desk.

"Oh. You're here." Zoro grumbled.

"Yohoho, you're happy to see me here. Don't deny it." He chuckled.

"We don't need your help. I can solve this without you."

Brook had already taken the files looking over the cases. He hummed folding them up and then put them in his messanger bag.

"I will handle this Zoro, for now why don't you go home and rest. In the mean time I will be looking over these." Brook suggested.

Zoro sighed, "Fine, I guess your help would be nice."

He then got up grabbing his coat and then headed out of the station. Where he stood outside and pulled on his coat. A finger was placed to his temple having him turn to the blonde. Where he flicked his wrist, making a shot a gun like motion having Zoro sigh.

"Rough day?" He asked.

This was Sanji. Zoro's neighbor. They weren't dating, but Zoro practically stayed with Sanji since he was such a great cook. Both baring small crushes for each other. Which both had, different ways to show it.

Zoro growled, "Yeah another woman was shown up dead."

"Well there's only so much you can do."

"Yeah, your right. So. What's for dinner?"

Sanji took Zoro's arm, "Oh I made your favorite. So lets hurry and get home before it gets cold."

Zoro smirked, "You don't have to tell me twice."

Sanji lead Zoro home. Since. The officer wouldn't know what was straight if it hit him in the face. No pun intended. Sanji figured that out when Zoro was two hours late to dinner one day. And he was right next door. Which ended Zoro earning a walking buddy when he walked home. They got along well, a little too well. Sanji had tried throwing hints and some flirting here and there. But Zoro was too dense to see it. But the blonde didnt give up. He was trying a new way to earn the police officer's attention.

Sanji opened the door to the apartment having both of them shrug off their shoes and coats. Then headed inside while Sanji dished up some roast beef. He handed a plate to Zoro having him scarf down like he haden't eaten in years. Sanji chuckled resting on his palm. He glanced up to Sanji cocking a brow.

"You not going to eat?" Zoro asked.

Sanji smirked, "I already did."

Zoro rolled his eyes while Sanji pushed away and headed into the living room. When Zoro's phone started to ring. Sanji pulled out his phone checking through his messages while Zoro picked up his phone.

"Chief here." Zoro said.

"Zoro, I think I figured it out." Brook said.

"How so?"

"It has to be an Incubus."

"Incubus?" Zoro echoed.

Sanji glanced over to Zoro while his golden eyes reflected for a moment.