#dark!heiji

Still the same flashback

After his father had dragged him away, there was one thought stuck in Heiji's head: For him, I am the biggest mistake he ever made. And if that was the case, then he should at least have a reason for it. Heiji would make his father's life a living hell, only how he didn't know yet.

One could not irritate his father with a murder, he had witnessed that already. But if his father would be guilty of a murder himself or would be involved in some other dirty business ...

Given the ease with which his father had swept Heiji's case under the rug, he was almost certain that this was the case. All he had to do was to find out which crime he had committed and his father's good reputation would be gone. Heiji would take away the only thing he cared about.

Getting access to the police archives was the easiest part of his plan. He just had to ask Otaki nicely and there he was, inside, surrounded by thousands of important files. Files that contained details about really every case that happened here in Osaka. Even about his father's cases and so Heiji set about finding discrepancies.

Most of the files were clean, but some descriptions made him wonder and in this one, he finally got his finger stuck on a paragraph.  

"The murder weapon was never found," he read aloud. And yet it was there in the photo of the crime scene. Of course, it wasn't that obvious, but if you looked closely and knew what you were looking for ... After that, no one had entered the crime scene, so someone from the police must have removed it. The perpetrator was never caught either. Well, if that doesn't stink of a cover-up, Heiji thought to himself. All he needed was ...

"The police officers who had been involved in this case ... Let's see."  There, he found them. Strangely, however, none of the names seemed familiar to him.

Even Otaki, with whom he inquired, seemed to have heard of them only fleetingly. They rarely showed up at the headquarters, and when they did, they didn't stay long. Why hadn't he noticed them before?  What were they doing all day while others were busy with paperwork?

A little Flashback:

Blood ran down Heiji's hands, down his face, down his neck, into his collar. It was everywhere. His breathing was heavy and when he heard footsteps slowly approaching the alley where he was crouching, he only turned around slowly.

However, when he saw who was coming there, he smiled with relief. "You found me."

His father stopped in front of him and massaged the root of his nose at the sight. It was not at all as Heiji had imagined. Where was the shock? The expression of horror on his face? Where was even the slightest emotion?

"What the hell were you thinking?" That was all his father had to say on the matter. He didn't give a damn after all.

Heiji straightened up and clenched one hand into a fist. The other still clutched the bloody knife. "What was I thinking? What was I thinking?! You're only interested in murders, so here you have one!" Heiji pointed at the corpse behind him, a pinched grin on his face. Now his father had to be interested in him after all. It couldn't leave him completely indifferent. He would have to arrest him, ask himself why his son had done such a thing, finally bother with him.

But none of that happened.