Akaashi Keiji worked alone. It's how it has been for so many years now. He built a life for himself; the apartment he owns, the cash in his bank account--all of it. It didn't matter how dirty his hands got, he really didn't care at this point. He wo...
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Akaashi thinks of it as a ghost.
A constant reminder. A ticking clock. An alarm that's bound to go off soon but he doesn't know when, just soon. It drove him crazy for not knowing. Some nights, it kept him awake, and some nights, it drowned him in his dreams. But nonetheless, it was a nightmare he had to endure. He lived with it all his life, but he knew he didn't have to. He didn't have to. Snapping out of his thoughts, Akaashi blinked down on the cup of coffee he made for himself. There was someone knocking on his door, heavily at that. He looked around his kitchen, wondering how long he had zoned out before deciding to get up on his feet and make his way towards the living room. He realized he was thinking too much again and took a deep breath. He needed to be on his guard. Whoever was knocking on his door couldn't be someone he wanted to see, especially with how consistent the knocks are—which made it very annoying. Akaashi tried his best not to snap and say something rude, convincing himself to blame the fact that he hadn't had his coffee yet and he was simply cranky. Letting out a breath, he gently pulled the door open.
"Good morning. I apologize for the disturbance, but I'm looking for Akaashi? Akaashi Keiji?"
Fuck.
Panic coursed through Akaashi's veins. His heart was trying to climb up his throat and escape through his mouth but he swallowed it down. Not now. "That's me." If Akaashi could lie, he would. But in this case, it would only lead to more trouble. He watched as the man with the short dark hair and brown eyes reach into his pocket, pulling out what would seem like a wallet. He opened it and Akaashi let his eyes trail over the gold that shone as the sunlight hit it, "Officer Sawamura Daichi. I would like to ask you a few questions." No. Akaashi wanted to close the door in his face and tell him to go and leave him alone but he knew he couldn't. He shouldn't. He bit his tongue to prevent something risky and stupid from coming out, not before he was done deciding what was the best thing to do as of now. He weighed his options; if he said no, he would seem guilty, which was going to be more difficult to deal with but if he said yes, he's going to have to invite him inside, play dumb and bear the conversation Sawamura set up for him. Akaashi hated playing dumb, that would mean he'd have to stop himself from retorting or even saying anything unnecessary. Mentally sighing, it was clear which was the better option.
"I see. Would you like to come inside?"
"Ah. Thank you."
Akaashi stepped aside to let him in, letting Sawamura walk past him and into the living before an idea to slit Sawamura's throat right then and there flashed in Akaashi's mind, but he knew it wouldn't be a smart move. He was sure Sawamura didn't come alone. Someone was probably waiting downstairs, making sure Sawamura was going to be walking out of there alive. Akaashi supposed he couldn't risk it. Gently closing the front door, Akaashi gestured for Sawamura to sit on the couch, "Would you like anything?" He watched as the police officer shook his head with a polite smile, taking a seat on the couch, "That wouldn't be necessary. Thank you for the offer though." Akaashi was mentally preparing. He needed an escape plan if things ever get out of hand, but for now, he needed alibis. Lots of it. Sawamura was there for a lot of possibilities, Akaashi's hands weren't exactly the cleanest, but he also knew he cleaned up after himself remarkably well. It was unlikely of him to leave any trace or clue that could be used against him. He had been doing this job for so many years now and he had never been visited like this. "What's this about, officer?" Sawamura was...cautious. Akaashi could tell he was trying to decide which were the right words to use and which ones to avoid. Sawamura reached into his wallet, and Akaashi dreaded the photo he pulled out.
