Third Person
Paris, France: Oeillet de règne Académie Dormitory
8:12 P.M.
Raine Aksenov
Room 305
Dione suspected two things that made him scratch his head multiple times. First is he had no idea how to start this investigation and next is that he had already developed hair lice because of staying too late in the sun. Either of those, he was sure it was the first choice when he saw the black-haired female scratch her scalp in frustration.
"I've read the report last night and it sounded like a made-up story, but it was all accurate," Dione said and massaged his eyes after putting down the newspaper they bought from a local shack down the street, "Are there any plot holes?" The male asked before slamming himself on the couch where the female was seated. The floor beneath Raine was flooded with newspapers and other printed materials about the crimes.
"None. All of the information needed is inside here — Motives, alibi, weapon, time, suspect, and witnesses," Raine answered before sighing. Seemingly exhausted, she slumped on Dione's shoulder while the male was too exhausted to resist her sudden contact.
The female turned to her side and saw the school lights glowing outside the window. It was beginning to get dark, but they didn't even find a spark to start their plan on who to contact. Dione gave a brilliant idea to pay someone to confess to the crime for the exchange of money given to their families and the female was too kind to do that hokum.
They instead had to go for her plan to prove his innocence without blaming somebody, but they both knew it was impossible to do that so, they had to dig deeper in this case before anyone else. Raine raised her phone and scrolled through the file article of the first crime which happened to their school, "I'm telling you! There are two suspects in here... Sir Broshe, who started the fire. The fire has two purposes: to scare me so, I'll break up with Saccharide and a diversion so they could kill the janitor, but why?"
Dione just listened and lied lifelessly tired on the couch. His numb brain can only take so much and this is not something he could take. As his eyes scanned the glowing device, his eyes caught the expression on the girl's face; she was biting her lip and her eyes were watery from all the radiation she got from reading. The truth is Dione was pretending to not notice the plot hole in the articles, but he had already typed written it in the notes of his phone. He was merely waiting for the girl to have some kind of epiphany in this case, Dione was taking this opportunity to improve her. He has been waiting too long to jump in this girl's case.
"Klavier said—" the girl mumbled indistinctively along with a sudden shift on her expression, "He's a witness," she said, her voice trailing off as she slowly rose from Dione's shoulders. Highlighting the paragraph parts in Klavier's narration of the scene, her face lit up before she continuously nudged Dione on his right cheek and chanted the words, "He's a witness," with a sing-song pattern in excitement.
Finding No. 1: The janitor lied about the person he last saw entering the garden. He witnessed Edward Broshe planting the match and the can of gasoline inside the garden, but he decided to say what he knows to a police officer in private because Edward Broshe was the one managing the interrogation. The unplanned murder would have been successful and uncomplicated if the killer targeted the old witness alone in one location.
"Who?" Dione questioned and showed a little shock as to pretend when he really meant, "At last... What took you so damn long?!" The white-haired boy took a peek on his phone before showing a pique of interest in the girl taking notes on her notebook.
The girl turned to him and showed him the highlighted parts of the news article, "The old janitor was a witness to the fire!" she enthusiastically bounced on the couch like a kid while still sitting down. Rolling his eyes, Dione coughed to signal the girl that he was ready to hear about her findings.
She slumped on his shoulder again and explained, "In Klavier's witness narrative, the janitor entered the room and had something to say about the suspect who caused the fire," Dione listened as she continued telling him stuffs he already know. There was one thing the male had noticed is that she always smelled like carnation flowers. Strangely, it was too fragrant for his senses so, he covered his nose with his palm, "That's it! The murder wasn't planned," Raine smiled and hugged him all of a sudden before continuing her talk, "The suspect knew the old man knew something so, they had to kill him. But at an unfortunate time - Klavier, the police officer, and the janitor were at the same place at the same time. They had to kill the old man right away because if not, their whole plan will be taken out of the bag."
Dione bit his lips and irritated by her scent as he was unable to focus properly, he pushed her to the side and di his cold and distant shoulder personality again, "You do know this investigation would be a lot easier if we just tell the cops what we know about Edward Broshe," he pointed out before pouring himself another cup of tea.
"We have no chance. General Dèmise is a stature of law in this place and the Investigator Easton Broshe is Sir Edward Broshe's brother," Raine said with a dead serious tune in her cords, "What fight do we have?"
"I suppose," Dione agreed before setting down the empty chinaware on the table, "Even if we do have these conclusions, we have no fight against a well-known Investigator. His influence and his reputation are protected, if not respected by this city."
Raine's face immediately shifted from spring to winter before she pressed the home button on her phone, "Then, why are we still doing this?" She let her body fall on the couch's arms, "I shouldn't have let my anger get the best of me and just surrendered Saccharide to his parents!"
Staring at the distressed female, Dione chose to examine her reflection over the situation before butting in, "I guess after you said you'll help me, I gained a lot of confidence and pride," Raine sighed and closed her fluttery eyes, "I'm sorry for wasting your time."
He has heard many apologies from different people, but he didn't think that the moment he'll hear them, he'll get sick of it.
Sickly baffling—
Upon opening her eyes, she was welcomed by Dione's ruby red eyes, "Don't worry, I still have a lot you can waste," he said, intended for a light laugh, instead, it only sank the female deeper into despair.
"Ugh! I'm furious! I just want to reincarnate as a pigeon and fly away!" She exclaimed and accidentally kicked all the newspaper on the couch. Grunting, she sat up and began organizing each fallen paper. Dione stood there and watched her struggle with keeping the papers neat on top of her glass table.
She was almost done lining the paper according to their respective cases, but the boy decided to do something out of the line. Dione picked up the pot containing newly heated tea, he poured a little portion on his cup before taking a small peek inside. His eyes finally rested on Raine's form, the girl took a deep breath when she was finally done with the papers.