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Title: Fetish
Author: body-ko
Fandom: Original
Rating: R
Word Count: 1933 (W)
Prompt: Red - TricoloreChallenge @ fanworld.it
Summary: agents broke down the door of the hotel room and is catapulted in, weapons in hand. The man inside was sleeping when they were entered, did not even have time to put your feet up off the bed, automatic pistols, which had three points with three different vital organs : raised his hands, holding my breath.

Yoshiro had many talents: he could recognize a song just to hear a few notes, was able to imitate the handwriting of anyone, and instead spoke fluently. All useful things, in fact worked as a dishwasher in a local third-rate, and lived in a neighborhood where walking around with a knife in the back pocket of your jeans was the norm. To him the arms were fear, as he did not like the big, burly men, women and bad. The women in his neighborhood were able to skin a man using only their sharp painted nails ruby red. He, if he saw a drop of blood, fainted.
short, Yoshiro really had the spirit of the warrior, and then he did not, however, the physical low, minute, and saw us as a myopic mole. Blacks wore their hair long and were tied them in a ponytail, her little almond eyes were protected by lenses as thick as bottle bottoms, and the clothes he was wearing - for one reason or another - always ended by hanging him like a coat rack.
Among its many talents, ve only had one that was of any use. He knew how to draw. It was pretty good and had specialized in capturing the human figure on paper. Why draw anything else, would make no sense.
That night was pure fate to that corner of his eye, he saw the flicker of a dark red, intense, and then spotted a target of respect: he was a boy with thick crimson curls, he was sitting sadly a table of the restaurant, hidden in a dark corner, so that nearly Yoshiro if it was lost. It would be a shame. The place was full
shamefully, there was so so many people that the owner had been ordered not to enter any more. Yoshi was able to take a fifteen minute break and left for the room with his weapons in hand, she chose the best vantage point possible, and - unnoticed - he began to paint the big guy. Why yes, big men made him uneasy, especially if they pecked at a deserted subway in the middle of the night, watching from a distance but did not mind at all. And this guy was a feast for the eyes: soft flame-colored hair, white skin and shoulder hours in the gym. He was tall and four feet eighties, solid and well made, muscular shapely legs glimpsed in the torn jeans: a real crash, and Yoshi caught him on his sketchbook with meticulous precision and from every possible angle. E 'bravo Yoshi, can draw really well, and his plan is really the same as the original, except for one thing. The man is naked portraits of her.
When he had finished, sheathed his sharp pencil, and looking at the result, he smiled: "You're craving a little bitch, right?" She whispered to the picture, "And so tonight I'll have fun."

agents broke down the door of the hotel room and is catapulted in, weapons in hand. The man inside was sleeping when they were entered, did not even have time to put your feet up off the bed, automatic pistols, which had three points with three different vital organs: raised his hands, holding my breath.
"Mike Sullivan is under arrest for the murder of Eliza Lopez," said the agent while handcuffed him with moves elite and little delicate, "has the right to remain silent. Whatever you say can and will be used against her in court. Has the right to a lawyer present during questioning. If you can not afford a lawyer, will be awarded him an office, "after handcuffed, the official hit him with an elbow in the ribs" and this is what we in Texas of a man who kills his wife. " Mike
doubled over, spitting blood.
In the interrogation room was hot, unbearably hot. Mike was sitting with his hands handcuffed behind his back, a small brown table. He was there for a while ', waited and waited, and his t-shirt was soaked with sweat. After a man entered an eternity
thin as a rail, blacks hair, thick mustache, a ruddy face. The man made a sign with an agent to take off the handcuffs and Mike rubbed his wrists sore.
"I am Inspector Black," the man said, "you and I have to do a good chat."
"About what?" Asked the boy without even looking.
"Oh come on, can not know, have talked about all the news, he sees his picture on the news. It is in very good photo, congratulations. "
The boy made a guttural sound: laughter born deformed.
"Well, not really anything to say to me?"
"I want a lawyer."
"It's coming," the detective replied deadpan, "And when it's here, she will be indicted for the murder of his wife, unless it has something to say. I am giving the opportunity, I'm listening to: the arrival of the lawyer will get in the car and what she has to say no count more than anything, I'm afraid. "
Mike shook his head in disbelief and despair.
"I have not killed."
"Okay."
"When I left, she was still alive."
"I see, the man stroked his mustache," then you were on good terms? ".
The boy was silent for a split second:
"Yes, we were on good terms."
"And she has not threatened?". Blacks nailed the eyes Men exposed as a butterfly in a collector's showcase.
"No ... yes, I did, but I did not mean it. Jesus, I never hit a woman "
" Sure, I understand. Well, this changes everything. "
angry blue eyes are pointed at sull'ispettore.
"I'm taking the piss?"
"No, nothing like I thought. Neither of us is here for your enjoyment. I'm just saying that when I said I really did not want to kill her. And the thing that got out of hand. "
"No, no, you did not understand anything. "
"What job did your wife?" Replied the inspector without any sign of having heard.
The boy looked around, like a trapped animal.
"She was a dancer."
"Fascinating. I am very fond of ballet, Swan Lake, "directed by Sergeev I think it was one of the most exciting shows I've ever seen. It 'was in Chicago two years ago, my wife took me for my birthday. "
Mike looked at the small man, impeccably dressed, who sat opposite, as if you do not understand what he said.
"He works in a night, does the lap dance," paused a moment, then corrected himself, "He."
"Yes, and that she did not mind dancing naked around a pole?".
The boy, in response, pursed his lips and twisted her hands nervously.
"I think the thing did not make her particularly happy, I am a man, never accept that my wife did such a work."
"No, no," s'impuntò the boy, "is how he thinks ... yes, that is, I did not want to continue with that work shit, and we argued about that, but I have not killed. "
Inspector Black drew an iron fist from beneath the velvet glove, the expression of her eyes was exactly the same, uncompromising voice.
"That woman was a bitch that gave around and she could not bear it: he has betrayed his trust, he said he loved her, but did not care about her, she was a woman recently who did not know the value of loyalty '.
"Yes. no .. "Babbles the kid, looking around in for help, feeling doomed.
"That's why he killed her," continued the inspector, "did not want to but found himself almost by accident, with his hands around his neck and, unaware of his own strength, has close until he stopped breathing. "
"No, no," the boy stood red-faced, angry, determined to jump on the cop, 'I did, I did not! ", Screamed and threw himself against the his nemesis, his hands outstretched, ready to grab that thin neck, but ducked Black with unexpected speed, and struck him with the cutting off of hands behind the neck, reducing him to his knees, and two police officers swooped into the interrogation room, and wrists of Mike Sullivan knew the cold again metal.
"Bastard son of a bitch, I did, I did not," shouted the two policemen while they were taking him away.
A policeman appeared in the room, the inspector Black smoked quietly.
"Call the attorney," she said lustily sucking his cigar, "the offending."

The day had not started in the best way to detective Black. Just out of the house that morning, a car had buffered and had just spent an hour with the other driver who obviously wanted to fight. Black did not like the war, when all around him people were beginning to get excited, however he turned to ice. He calmed the old Irishman who had invested in his jalopy, saying coldly that offend a public official, was not a good idea, and another had hastily swallowed the bile. This does not comfort him the lump in the body of his mustang. Now
watched his fellow Chinese to question the little nervous in a corner of his mind churning to the fate of his love for the rest listened impassively closed in a mask.
"So when they'd made them?" Asked the inspector McDuff with skepticism and the hardness of the order.
"There is a date written above," said Yoshiro dejected, "is a habit I have. I always put the date on my drawings. "
"A habit ... How to paint naked men. "
The boy blushed, but looked down.
"Yes, more or less. "
"Why did not you live before?" The man urged.
"I did not know anything until two days ago!" Yoshiro defended himself, "I do not have television at home and restaurant work only part-time, when the agents came to check the alibi of Mr. Sullivan I was not there. "
"So you think I should believe you when you say you see things and people that no one else, in a room full of people, has seen."
Yoshiro suddenly felt very inadequate, the rest was the first time someone implied that he was weak-minded, but he recovered quickly: he was not crazy!
"I said I only what I saw," murmured offended, "And I have nothing to justify."
"This is all to see," McDuff said with a menacing smile like a shark.

Black was in his office, flipping through the yellow pages to find a panel beater for classic cars, when McDuff went, furiously chewing gum. Since I was trying to quit smoking, chewing time.
"How is your mustang?" he asked sitting up.
'Evil, dick, "Black said, barely raising his eyes," that asshole Irish is lucky if I shot him. " Hector smiled
McDuff understanding, all within the police were aware of the inspector's unswerving dedication to his car.
"What do you think of Chinese? Asked at the end.
"What has an undeniable penchant for huge cocks."
"All of these perverts East," agreed Hector. Black
he found a panel beater that could be for her, and marked the number on a post-it.
"You believe him?" He asked, continuing to turn the pages.
"Yes," replied Hector sadly.
"Times?".
'coincide'.
"Well, then there is little to do."
Inspector stood up and started to leave Black to his search for a nurse for his beloved, but stopped at the door.
"Do you realize that it is only the passion of the Chinese for the cock that has preserved that asshole from ending up on the electric chair? ".
Black looked up at his colleague, the two looked straight into his eyes for a few seconds, and both discovered the teeth in a smile that had very little fun.