Who dun it? (Yandere!Suspects x Detective!Reader.)
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Synopsis: You're a detecive, you have 5 suspects, all of them are smarter than you not that you'd admit it and all of them have no alibi and a motive. But who's done it? It's your job to figure it out along with your partner on the case and the crime scene analyst that just loves to tease you.
Yandere!Suspects x GN!Detective Reader x Yandere!Coworkers.
WC: 2.4k words.
Content warning: Murder, depictions of a corpse, reader isn't taken seriously and honestly doesn't want to be taken seriously, no use of Y/N. 3 male characters, 2 female characters, and 2 non binary characters.
It was supposed to be an aristocratic party. Is what it should’ve ended as. Yet as screams of terror echo throughout the royal palace of Xelera, you knew it is now much more than that. A murder has taken place, and as the lead detective on the case, it is your job to interrogate all party-goers, and possible witnesses.
Your boss, the Chief of Police. The Chief of Military, the queen’s personal assistant and closest confidant, some mafioso, and some nut job scientist who thinks she’s a better detective than you. But you knew better, you’re cool, calm, collected, and the smartest person here. You puff out your chest at the self-absorbed thoughts that swirl through your mind.
“So! Who’s our vic? A poor butler? A poor maid? A noble lady who heard too much? Maybe…” You lean in, voice dropping to an unnecessary whisper, “Maybe a member of the special forces caught in the middle of a secret mission!?” Your theories just get worse and worse as your colleagues and the members of the Crime Scene Investigation stare at you with confusion and disgust.
The self-appointed nickname “Best detective of the 63rd!” (thougth your coworkers and subordinates would like to disagree) was achieved via the blackmail you obtained of the Captain of the 63rd precinct in a steamy affair while consuming very much illegal substances.
After being confronted by the harsh truth of his crimes, you managed to manipulate him into giving you quite the good position, Sergeant! You’re still proud of your tactics and intelligence, otherwise you’d still be stuck in a miserable dead end 9-5, and now you’re joyfully stuck in a 7-9 exciting dead end job!
Evan sighs a gust of exhausted air next to you, Evan’s been working his ass off for the past 6 years in an attempt to get promoted to sergeant while you managed to snag the position within 30 minutes of blackmail.
“Everyone, out.” He calls out to the room full of police personnel as he turned towards you, eyes heavy with lack of sleep, it was evident he wasn’t able to shave before coming her due to the handsome blonde stubble on his face, he’s wearing his favorite blue hoodie, normal t-shirt underneath with his badge hanging off his neck.
Evan’s eyes lock onto your own excited ones, “No, sergeant, it’s none of that–”
You cut him off, “Never say never, detective! Ya never know the possibilities of crazy murders!” You exclaim as you smile full heartedly towards your partner.
Though all you get in return for your very awesome optimism is a look filled with a profound amount of exhaustion and annoyance. As soon as the last of the Crime Scene Unit cleared out of the room he cleared his throat and reported his findings.
“As I was saying… The victim is Lady Zainab Ahmad, a well-known gossiper among the courts. From close friends of hers, we’ve found the victims of her over zealous gossip sessions are primarily the queen and all who serve her, being the chiefs and her assistants. We’ve narrowed down the list of suspects to 5 people who have attended.”
You whip your head to Evan, confusion spreading all over your face, “5?! How’d you bring it down to that?? There’s hundreds of people out there! Woah… You a mind reader Evan?” Another exasperated sigh left your companion’s lips, his hands cradling his head knowing he’s going to get a migraine soon enough.
“No… No, Sergeant. The way she was stabbed indicates the killer is over 6 feet tall, below 6’7 feet, there are, surprisingly, only 37 people that fit that criteria, but most of those people had never left the ballroom.” You nod along Evan’s words as he explains himself, squatting to the floor, next to the body with tarp draped over it, you note the state of her body after you had lifted the tarp to gather more information for yourself.
“She looks pretty shocked, seems like it was a surprise attack, hm? Still warm, must’ve been recent. No defensive marks at all, Evanny?”
“Don’t call me that. Yes, we all agree that this must have been a crime of passion, the rest of the drawing room is in tact, so far no DNA gathered other than the victim’s, and the words ‘For the poison of thy mouth, the shadow will claim thy voice. Be still, and be undone.’ are engraved onto the knife. A sentence from the Holy Writ of Sunneva, the chapter “Sita Siteen.” Which warns its believers against the sin of gossip and slander against Sunneva and her subjects.”
You purse your lips, no one is religious anymore, except for of course the Church of Sunnae but those guys are regarded as insane to begin with. It’s been thousands of years since Sunneva’s last “appearance”. Xelera and its people were written to be her children, her oh so benevolent beloved children. No one believes in any of that shit anymore, except for the Shiko, though they weren’t Sunneva’s children to begin with.
No, they had a different Grand Mother, and apparently, their goddess is still active. You don’t doubt that, even during the rare appearance of a Shiko where they end up in the world’s most deadly situation and still come out alive, smiling, and more confident than they were previously. You’ve seen wounds heal themselves on unconscious Shiko, they’re lucky enough. But they usually despise the rest of the natural order of gods.
Some story about the other gods betraying the Grand Mother Goddess. Since then, any and all Shiko visibly get mad at the mere mention of those gods, and barely tolerate us children of such treacherous gods. That much can be seen by two of the most well-known Shiko in the modern world.
Redanis Adonis, self made mafiaso, just looks at every human he sees with disgust. And Siolis Adonis, whom you’re pretty sure no human has ever made them laugh, always monotone and rigid. Both had shown their violence when necessary, when defending one another, and for Siolis’ case, for defending the Queen when it came to it.
Your sat there, thoughts swarming your heads, eyes boring into the floorboards now covered in blood and malice. Across the body, Evan was a rigid, staring at the sight before him, but not on the corpse.
Rather his eyes are trained on your frame, mind swirling with thoughts of how irritating you are, how you barely deserve the job, but sometimes there would be a moment of clarity in the room. You’ve solved dozens of cases correctly, you’re smart enough to do so. He just hates how much he looks up to you. Though that fact stays between him and… He shouldn’t be thinking of her.
You cleared away the fog of thoughts and conclusions out of your mind, straightening your back and staring at your companion again, hands shoved into the pockets of your waistcoat.
“Hm… Are Siolis and Red suspects?”
“Yes, they were present. I had a guard corroborate that she saw Siolis leave for a suspicious amount of time, Red teleported randomly in the middle of the party, he could have killed the vic and then went to the ball. Siolis under law and morality can’t use their magic in the palace, so we can rule that possibility off.” Evan itches at the stubble above his upper lip, eyes trained and droned onto your frame as you once again break contact to remove the tarp completely.
You circled around the victim’s body, “No one moved her, correct?” Evan responded immediately, “Yes, sergeant.” You hum, squatting by her feet, looking at a bare foot. A heel is missing, your eyes slowly shift upwards, studying her appearance. Everything looked pristine, except for the jagged cuts on her dress in her midsection. The stabbing was violent, that much is certain.
Redanis doesn’t dabble in weapons, he prefers to use his fist after one too many encounters with the man you’ve come to know too much about him and Siolis, who was somehow always there when Red got into trouble with you. And Siolis is too elegant and prissy to do something so unorderly. But all of this could be used to throw you off the trail.
You keep them at the top of your list.
“Other suspects?” You called out to Evan, who once again was ready to feed you all the information you required.
“An accomplished scientist here to visit her friend Julie McCanister, Chief of Military Gen Ludenhart and…” He sighs uncharacteristically, “Chief of Police Grim Ludenhart.”
Your head snaps up towards Evan, giving you painful whiplash you had no other choice but to ignore from the sheer shock of the words that left Detective Mann’s mouth, “Chief Grim?! Are you sure???” You almost screech, Chief Grim is the most virtuous and protective man to exist. You’ve met him countless times, and never in your life would you think he’d ever attempt to hurt a civilian, regardless of their crimes.
Evan bites his lips, shushing you as he leaps towards you, grabbing your forearm and pulling you close to him, whispering, “Don’t scream it! No one knows except for us!” He sighs, pulling you towards the end of the room, far away from the door.
“He and Lady Zainab used to be intimate years ago, they separated amicably but there has been talk that she has been trying to reconnect with him, though he refuses her in reason of his love for another. Lady Zainab didn’t enjoy hearing that so she resorted to talking badly about him and his secret love. You know how he gets when someone speaks badly of those he cares about.”
You retort, “Yeah sure! A bunch of scolding and yelling and maybe he’d fire you, but never kill a random woman! And a noble no less! And you got all of this an hour in the investigation? You should sleep with one eye open, Evan, you might be next you tattletale!”
Evan rolls his eyes so hard they almost pop out, he pulls you closer, your noses almost touching, his voice drops lower, eyes bore deep into your own, “No. You don’t know him, you’ve only worked here for 2 years, I’ve seen how he acts when something he loves is threatened, and it is beyond death itself.”
You both stood there, breath fanning over each other’s faces, one dead resilient on proving Grim’s innocence, and the other in the belief that he is as guilty as any other suspect. The stand-off lasted a while before Evan himself withdrew, spinning so his back is turned to you, a hand on his hip while the other covered the blush covering his cheeks, though that wasn’t something you had seen just yet.
You sigh, “God, this is getting more and more complicated, 4 high profile individuals of Xelera and some scientist… What’s the correlation..? Any other murders similar to this one, Detective?” You call out to Evan, still oblivious to how intimate you two were a moment ago, your eyes went back to the victim, searching longer for anything out of place.
“I– Ahem, the scientist is also well-known to the public, she’s invented a variety of devices that we use currently. She invented a machine that can create human life, using the DNA of two parents, via asexual reproduction, she created wi-fi, bluetooth and a bunch of other shit I’m not bothered with remembering. And another lesson not to gossip and talk shit. Lady Zainab humiliated Julie in front of half the ball by spilling wine or some such drink on the scientist’s clothes, which ended with Julie almost jumping Zainab, many declarations of death thrown to the noblewoman’s way. Happy ending, Siolis let her borrow some of their clothes so…”
Evan takes in a deep breath, collecting himself before turning back towards you, face still a little pink but much better than the red he was covered in previously. He continues, “And no murders like this one, this seems more like a crime of passion, not of repetition.” You nod and hum, as usual your companion is right.
You begin to lose yourself in your thoughts as you try to construct a story to the scene, but were interrupted soon enough by Evan speaking again, “And Gen is–”
You flinched, god he yells at you for being obvious and then he does it too?! “SH!! D-Damn it Evan do you want us dead?! I know that she’s–” You stop, grimacing as you twirl your pointer finger around your temple, Evan immediately understands what you were trying to say.
Chief Gen hasn’t been herself since the war 2 years ago, she’s been erratic, violent, and emotional. She can laugh with you right before she rips your larynx straight from your throat, her mood swings were severe, and Grim was the only one able to calm her down. He hated it, the sight of his sister dumbed down to an overly traumatized soldier with severe personality disorders that only emerged after she came home from the battlefield, clinging to dead friends and comrades like they were the last thing holding her together.
Bearing this in mind, you decide to place her at the top of the suspect list. This wasn’t out of the ordinary for Gen, you have come into crime scenes where it was glaringly obvious Chief Gen had done it. But every single time, Chief Grim was there to slide the case under the rug, forcing you and everyone on your task force to retire it, there was no hope.
After taking a moment to collect yourself, you nod at Evan and let him lead the way to the room holding the suspects. After a long walk, you were met face to face with every suspect on the list, all were quiet, eyes trained on your figure as you confidently walk to the middle of the room, with no hesitation, pause, or fear, you address the room.
“Good evening, everyone. I apologize for the inconvenience, but were you all made aware of why you’ve been gathered here?” You pause, allowing everyone to nod and hum in approval, “Good! Alright, I’ll take everyone one-by-one for interrogation. First… Julie McCanister?” The woman stands tall, her dress shoes clicking on the floor as she steps forward slightly.
“Please follow me, it won’t take long.” You flash Julie a charming smile before turning and nodding once more at Evan, allowing him to take you to the temporary investigation room.
But you weren’t able to take 3 steps before the low voice of Grim Ludenhart spoke up, “Sergeant, I hope you know how sensitive this case is.” You take a peak at him, smile gone, but you can tell he’s stressed, he likes you enough to consider you a friend. Anyone who knew him well enough knows that whenever he says condescending shit like that, it was out of fear for your own safety.
A smile graces your face as Julie stands beside you, ready to move when you do. “Of course, Chief. I won’t do anything to disappoint you.”
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