Interrogation
Shouta frowned. He was just told that there was no one named Hatake Kakashi in the system. There's a family under Hatake, but they have no family member with the first name, which is Kakashi. Nobody names their kids “scarecrows” nowadays. Upon closer look at their family traits, they don't have the obvious silver hair as this kid; they don't look similar at all.
He wondered if the kid lied about his name, giving the officer an alias. There's a possibility, and it's not something he'll debunk unless proven otherwise. He did ask an officer to search people that looked similar to the kid before coming in. He has to wait for that.
His killing might not be a lie, but his name is another problem. There's also a possibility that this case might be worse than they thought.
Fortunately, the detective is on his way.
Shouta squinted his eyes, looking at the boy; he tapped the radio on his shoulder. Whispering, "Get me a paper and thumbprint ink; we'll run a fingerprint matching... Also DNA matching," he said, turning the radio off upon hearing 'copy that.'
"Kid, I have some favor I need you to do," Shouta said as he watched the teenager's gaze turn to him.
"Mmm." The kid hummed, appearing disinterested at the same time, like he's paying attention. As his black eyes gaze at him, focus. Shouta will take that as an agreement.
Shouta walks towards the door of the interrogation room, letting in 2 officers in uniform. Then close it silently.
"You have to follow their instruction; no worries, they won't harm you," Shouta said as his eyes drifted to the teenager, whose stance did not change. He's not scared of strangers, he noted.
The 2 officers talk to the teenager, letting him know what he should do. And through Shouta's eyes, he saw the teenager push his fingerprint onto the paper, and his strand of hair was taken.
"Good job," Shouta said, not invading the kid's space.
The teenager is fine being touched and guided. He's calm and obedient, not easily affected by his emotions, unlike kids who are victims of witnessing death, killing someone, and almost experiencing life-threatening situations.
This kid is stranger than most. Shouta has faced some kids who were raised to be a weapon or tool; they're not as emotionless as this kid in front of him. He can still feel the pain from their action. But what Shouta noticed about the boy is that he appears like a robot in a boy's skin.
Hopefully the kid will crack as the interrogation goes on—just a simple crack—not too much that it'll harm the kid.
Shouta’s watches as the officer left and now the boy and him are the only ones left in the room
“So, who did you kill?"He asked as he looked straight at the boy’s singular eye, deep black.
“I don't know who,” he replied, not moving an inch and not giving a single piece of information to decipher. His voice is monotone and lifeless. Truly like a robot.
Shoura furrowed his eyebrows; this wouldn't get him anything; he didn't know if the young boy was telling the truth; his expression was blank; it did not even twitch; only the mouth moved as he blinked systematically.
Wait, systematically?
Shouta, look closer at the boy’s blinking pattern, and observe that there's a 5-second interval per blink. The boy's movement is all planned; his breathing pattern is also systematic; he breathes every 8 seconds.
A knock suddenly disturbed his thoughts. Shouta looked at the door and screamed, “Come in.”
The door opened, and a somewhat tall man entered. He was wearing business attire. Its the detective, and he’s finally here.
“What do we have here? I'm Detective Tsukauchi Naomasa, and my quirk is lie Detector. Please meet you," he said, handing his hand towards the boy.
Shouta watched their interaction, hoping something would show.
The boy looked at the hand handed to him, his singular eye gaze at the detective's hand, then took it.
He shakes the hand in the end, Shouta thought.
“Hatake Kakashi,” the teenager said, his eye trailing the detective's eyes then to Shouta.
“Nice to meet you,” the adult smiled, freeing his hand.
The silver-haired teenager looks at his hand free from the man's clutches. Then swiftly retrieve it back to his body.
Shouta watched the kid’s face that did not change and kept his stoic temperament unbothered.
The teenager's eyes trailed the detective movement, going to the hero’s side.
The detective nodded.
Shouta did not find any clues that may help about the kid’s situation. His body language did not change upon knowing the detective’s quirk.
“Who did you kill?"Shouta asked, once again. He feels the detective stiffening up next to him.
“Too many to remember,” the boy replied.
"Truth,” the detective uttered in the silent room.
Shouta’s eyebrow quirk up and a frown form on his face as he looked at the boy who uttered those heartless words.
Is this young man raised to be a villain or turned vigilante? He wondered in his mind.
As a kid, this teenager might not have a choice but to kill. Shouta knew a keyfactor that would change the narrative—that this boy isn’t heartless. Whether the people he killed are good or not.
He’s hoping that the kid wasn’t someone who volunteered to be a mass murderer.
“Are they good people?"He asked, trying to understand why he killed those people.
Shouta watched the boy; looking at him straight in the eye, he saw that the boy twitched—a first involuntary movement since he entered this room.
Something he took note of.
“Well, they have blood in their hands,” the boy answered after some silence.
"Truth,” the detective's voice is heard again.
Shouta looked at the boy then uttered, "Elaborate.”
The teenager did not react to his words and only answered, “They have murdered or hurt someone.”
“Truth”
Shouta looked at him with calculating eyes, then opened his mouth.
“Any heroes and police, you have killed?”
He has to be sure. There’s some heroes that accidentally get their hands bloody, and there’s also such a case with police. As heroes, they have to be certain.
"None,” the silver-haired boy replied as his dim eye looked Shouta straight in the eye
“Truth.”
A vigilante then, Shouta thought.
“Why are you not in the system?"He asked.
“Because I was not registered,” the boy said. His body was still, with no other movement except blinking and his mouth.
“Truth”
This becomes complicated. Who are his parents to not register him? He doesn't even have a birth certificate! Shouta pounder, for a while. Then look at the teenager again.
“Where are your parents?”He asked, questioning the parents in mind, if they were the cause.
Wandering if they were the reason why this kid has a battered body.
“Dead,” the boy said with his cold and indifferent voice. No voice shake or body twitch.
The boy appears to have come to terms with it. Shouta thought, not surprised with the new information; he had thought of that. There’s a reason why the boy is scarred.
“Truth” detective took a breath and then uttered those words.
“How did they die?"An important question; there’s several possible scenarios, and unfounded hunches are not allowed in the hero profession. There’s a chance that someone killed his parents; they died of natural causes, an accident, or worse, the boy killed his parents.
Who knows what kind of parent the boy has to not register his birthdate?
There's some reports about children killing their parents... To survive and escape, they unknowingly push themselves deeper into the pit.
Or worse, in a quirk accident like that one report, a whole family was wiped out, and the boy who was presumed to be the cause was not found, probably died somewhere. A deadly quirk that was not properly controlled can kill the person next to them and themselves.
“My mother has been dead since birth, and my father committed suicide.” The emotionless voice was heard in the silent room until the voice of the detective disturbed the silence.
“Truth”
Hah, committed suicide. Shouta started to feel a headache.
Was his father's death the cause of him turning vigilante? Was his father forced to take that step? Because of a villain? There’s a lot of possible reasons.
“Why did your father do that?"This might sound rude. Shouta knew that, but investigation is investigation.
Digging information is a must for more concrete evidence or hunch. This way he can help the kid better.
This shocked even the detective next to him; he looked worriedly at Shouta, then his eyes gazed at the boy.
“To protect me,” Kakashi said.
Eraserhead eyebrows furrowed deeper. Protect him from villains?
What's the whole story? He wanted to ask, so he asked.
“To protect you from?”
That's when the boy stopped cooperating; he was silent. He did not speak and only looked at the hero in front of him.
His dark black singular eye stared at the hero's eyes.
While the hero takes in the reaction of the teenager.
After some silence, the younger blurted a sentence.
“Not something I want to answer,” the boy said. “I have the right to not answer, right?” as his emotionless eyes darted to the detective.
“Yeah,” the detective said.
Shouta noticed the boy’s eye as it looked to the detective, and it was something. Empty, there’s no luster, a kid should have no such an eye.
But there's a lot of kids... that do have those eyes, Shouta thought bitterly as his mind wandered to several missions that he took that included human trafficking or quirk trafficking. He saw several young victims with such an eye.
"Okay, then, do you want some rest?” Shoura asked, believing that he had become too puhsy. His question might have hit some wound that the young man didn't want to reopen yet or never.
“Maa, sure,” the silver-haired boy stated with no emotion, his eyes back to the hero.
"Hah,” Eraserhead sighed when the boy spoke again.
“Can you get me food? I'm hungry,” the boy said.
Well, that's new, taking the initiative to chat. Although it was just asking for food.
"Yeah,” Shouta said, then exited the room accompanied by the detective, giving the teenager some time and buying some food.
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Now Kakashi is all alone in this four-cornered room, with gray walls that's almost black and one mirror in front of him. Kakashi shifted at the camera again. Then went back, staring at the mirrored wall where Eraserheads position was, just in front of him.
Kakashi felt dread when the homeless man asked those questions; it reminded him of something he would rather not remember. His little brain couldn't handle this much pain. Hormones in the mix also made him moody.
Being a teenager is really bad.
Kakashi closes his singular eye to keep his emotion, locking it away.
He's not the type to be vulnerable to strangers or to be vulnerable to anyone.
But he's really hungry; he can handle a few weeks with no food; however, this place is supposed to be his retirement, so he's not keeping himself hungry when he has no reason to.
Kakashi, an old man, should not keep himself hungry... it's really a pain.
He then decided to organize the information he had gathered while being interviewed.
Heroes appear to be more skilled than normal police officers. They also checked people's identities easily, just an image and a name, and for hard searching, they have the gathered fingerprint and hairstrand, which contain his DNA.
Kakashi knew that they’ll realize it soon that he has no family and DNA matching here in Japan. He wondered how the hero would solve that.
He appear so eager to save him and try to find his reason for killing, even letting him have excuses. When they were so strict to their fellow adults, like that one report on that LED billboard, taking down a civilian acting as a villain with a flimsy knife and being apprehended quickly, no excuses, he went to jail.
The teenager then repeatedly thought about his plan and possibly scenarios that would ruin it and his escape plan. From Plan A to Plan F
Until Kakashi heard the steps outside the room, it has been half an hour since they left; he presumed it was Eraserhead.
The door opened, and he was right—it was Earserhead, carrying two lunch boxes with ease.
“I don't know what you like, so here's ramen and some sweets. There's a ramen store down the road and a bakery store next to it; do you eat them? ”
“Yeah, I have no taboos,” the boy said, looking as he stared at Eraserhead action. he was taking out the ramen from the box; it was in a porcelain bowl, then he opened the other box full of sweets.
The ramen reminds him of Naruto and Kushina, their favorite Ichiraku ramen, and the sweets oddly remind him of a certain black-haired man. He really loves sweets, especially dango. And this box has dango in it.
Cramping the trash paper box, Eraserhead tossed them in the trash bin and then looked straight into the boy's eyes.
“I haven't introduced myself, haven't I?"Eraserhead said, no reaction from the kid.
“Name is Aizawa Shouta, also known as Eraserhead; please meet you Ha-”
"Kakashi,” the boy interrupted him. “Call me, Kakashi.”
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Kakashi looked at the food and sniffed it to see if it has poison in it. It's a habit of his.
The food told him that they can be readily eaten, but Kakashi is having a second thought, a doubt.
This world has more advanced technology than them; it makes sense if they are also advance in poison works.
He knows he shouldn’t doubt it, but who knows what kind of person Eraser is?
The teenager looked at the homeless-looking man, who watched him with hawk eyes, then decided to take his chopstick and took a bite, with his usual speed.
He can see the old man's widen as he quickly slurp up the food that not even a shadow was left and his face was not seen
They have no reason to poison him.
Maa, he can’t trust people that aren’t part of Konoha; he should work on that.
It tasted good, but Ichiraku is better. The teeanger thought as he munched the ramen in his mouth.