"Could you please tell us when this all started?" The policeman was tired of constantly asking the figure in front of him. The person just wouldn't talk, no matter what. All the department knew was that they weren't mute, and they were pretty sure the figure was a boy in his late teens. He was dressed in a fur suit and refused to take the suit off, the suit was in fairly boyish colours but with some accents of neon pink and purple.The policeman rubbed his eyes, its been a long night since the accident and he needed some rest and relaxation. 'You know what? I'm going to call it a day.' "Listen, I think we both need the rest for tonight so I'm going back. Make sure to rest up cause tomorrow I'm going to ask once more." He started to walk out of the room but was stopped by the sound of a sigh. Once he turned back to the sound his eyes met a pair of blue eyes staring back. 'So we were right about him being a boy...' The boy had slicked back blonde hair and some glasses, everything else about his face was very generic looking. He decided to take off the fursuits head laying it on the table beside him now.
"Fine. I guess we aren't getting anywhere with this.. My name is Iwata Yumoto and I'll tell you what happened." His voice was stern and very gruff. Eyes were wandering as if he was looking for something "Let's see... I think I met (Y/N) in our second year. As you can see I'm In the furry community and so was she. We actually met at a furry convention. We were never friends, but we enjoyed talking to each other by texting or whenever we bumped into each other. Turns out when I transferred in my second year I started going to (Y/N)'s school." He took a long pause. It seemed like he was thinking hard on something, perhaps trying to cover something up?
"I won't be able to tell you much about the situation but what I do know is that she started acting a little weird near the middle of our last year in high school... You know secretive, possessive just an all-around creepy vibe." He stared straight into the policeman's eyes tired of his shit questions. "That's all the info I have, now I'm going home." He shot out of seat almost grabbing his fursuits head. Before he could the policeman grabbed his hand.
"Woah there kiddo. You sure that's all the info you got?" Yumoto scoffed at him "I'm sure other people in the school have information, have you asked Yuki yet? She only meet (Y/N) a few months ago but they were more close then (Y/N) and I." He chuckled, it sent a chill down the police man's spine, of course, he didn't show it.
"I'm sure she'll have lots of answers..." Yumoto slapped the man's hand from his and took his fursuits head with him out the police department.
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The police officer just stared at the empty seat in front of him. The audacity to just walk away from the department. And what was about the whole (Y/N) creepy vibe if anything Yumoto had the creepy vibe! Whatever it doesn't matter, as long as they had a few names they would be fine. He also learned about the figure, he was a high school boy maybe 16-17 years old, the kid seemed very reserved with a hint of pent up anger. Yumoto seemed like he knew more than what he leads onto. Most of his interrogation seemed like he was lying but the department has his phone number if they need more answers. He'll just have to ask him again in the near future he has a long night ahead of him.
"Hello, this is officer Watanabe could you please ask the Ito family to send over their daughter tomorrow for some questions."
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Officer Watanabe was finishing up some reports in the early morning to get a head start to the day. He saw the figure of a fragile and tired girl near the doorway. "Excuse me are you Watanabe-san?" To say he was surprised would be an understatement. The girl in front of him barely fit the profile picture the school board gave to him for the investigation. Her brown hair was very matted, brown eyes were now bloodshot and glasses were roughed up a bit. She couldn't possibly be the same girl, I mean she went through a magical girl transformation throughout this one week. However, she went from healthy to pile of white bone shit. (No that wasn't autocorrect)
"Ah umm yes I'm officer Watanabe and you must be Yuki, please have a seat." He tried to stay as neutral as possible, but it was really hard to stare at a walking toothpick without feeling a bit disgusted. He let her get comfort for a little bit and got straight into business. "so I wanted-""To ask me about (Y/N) before everything happened and what could have we done to help. I know I'm not stupid, I've learned that police don't just call you over after a week of a disappearance for fun." Honestly, what's with teenagers giving him the chills lately. Her voice was very dull, it was especially a shock since the staff at the school would go on to tell officer Watanabe how Yuki would be the easiest to ask questions. To him she sounded like a teacher's pet, his co-workers had to agree with him.
"So where do you want me to start off?" Yuki yawned, laying her head on top of her hand keeping it up from dropping to the table just starring across her to the policeman. "When the two of you first met would be nice to hear, but do try to keep it to important details that could help?" Officer Watanabe took out his pen and notepad waiting for Yuki to start. "Alright then, let's see...
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go to part two, I know I could just continue from here HOWEVER I'm going to switch the p.o.v and I feel like It would ruin the flow of the one-shot (should I call this that?)
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