Night 69: M31-M40 Hallway

[freewill]

With the St. John's wort officially passed off to Kobayashi, Castiel realized that he could finally move past all of the problems created by that illness. He still needed to heal up, true, but he was at a point where he could work on something more productive without constantly being distracted by the possibility that he or someone he knew might end up turning into some bloodthirsty creature.

The intercom came on as Castiel slipped on his trenchcoat and gathered his items for the night, and while he was expecting to hear the usual taunting, something that was actually of interest came out of the tinny speaker.

The third floor -- had a patient truly found a way to get there? From what Castiel understood, no one had ever made it past the second floor, regardless of any unorthodox ways that they tried to get there. When he'd temporarily been granted the ability to use his wings again, he still hadn't been able to reach it. It was clearly warded off and well-guarded, and Landel seemed to intend on keeping it that way.

But whoever had made it far enough to earn a specific comment on it from the Head Doctor clearly had to be getting somewhere with it. Castiel would need to look into that when he had the chance, but for now he was set to meet up with Soushi.

Working with a demon -- even if it was a very different kind of demon, it still rubbed him the wrong way. But that didn't stop Castiel for setting out with his flashlight and angel sword in hand.

[To here.]

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Re: M39

[baniichan]

At this point, he should have braced himself for anything, but the rest of Kotetsu's words seemed to fall away with that last piece of information. Barnaby felt his limbs go cold, and for a beat all he could do was stare at his partner in stunned, horrified silence.

"Murdered -- Aunt Samantha?!" There was no doubt in his mind that Kotetsu was telling the truth. The problem was that Barnaby felt sick that he'd apparently forgotten something so huge. "But...why?! Don't tell me it was...because of what she wanted to show you..."

Because whatever it was, he knew it had to do with his disappearance. Her death had to have been related to that.

Re: M39

[oyaji]

He was so glad his partner could make connections so quickly, because if their roles were reversed, Kotetsu wasn't sure he would have been able to figure out where half of these pieces of information fit together in the clusterfuck of a jigsaw puzzle that day had been. One damn day and there had been enough terror and grief and rage to last a lifetime!

"Y-Yeah... You... You remember when you asked Samantha what she'd been doing on the day your parents were killed? Well, she found something out. When you and Maverick got your picture taken in front of the tree... Sounds familiar, right?" Wetting his dry lips, the former Hero made sure to catch Barnaby's eyes when he let the next ball drop.

"Bunny, it wasn't with Maverick. It never was. Think about it--Think about that day. Samantha had been with you the whole time. She was the one in that picture with you, and she got killed for it."

Re: M39

[baniichan]

That's a lie very nearly flew from his lips, but Barnaby stopped himself. The serious stare his partner gave was all he needed to see. Kotetsu wasn't making any of this up -- he wouldn't.

"There must be some kind of mistake," Barnaby doggedly said instead. His fingernails dug into the palms of his hand as he leaned forward, eyes burning just as fiercely as that fire all those years ago. "It was Mr. Maverick who stood in front of the tree with me. I remember it vividly! I..."

Then why don't I have a copy of the photo?

That stray, paralyzing thought cut him off mid sentence, and he bowed his head. For someone who paid painstaking attention to detail, his faulty memory was a difficult pill to swallow. More than that, it made him sick to think that he'd spent all those years forcing himself to relive that nightmare, clinging desperately to every piece of information he could, only to have someone close to him tell him that everything he knew was wrong.

Re: M39

[oyaji]

Kotetsu didn't have the heart to refute the blond's outburst. It would turn into the one thing he didn't want to broach yet, not until he had heard everything, just like Barnaby wanted. Only then would he allow his partner to break down.

Instead, he moved on with his story as he rubbed his palms together back and forth restlessly. "Well, she was killed for that picture, and they... blamed it on me. God, it all looks so obvious now, the set up--I had my finger prints all over her place, her stuff, and no one to know the difference. I even went back to Apollon as if nothing was wrong--Well, except you were missing--but they wouldn't let me in. The same damn security guard I passed every day into the building didn't recognize me! None of my security badges worked and all of a sudden I'm the most wanted man in Stern Bild!

"No one recognized me--Well, except as a homicidal NEXT. Everyone was after me, the police, the Heroes, Antonio--That cow almost broke my damn ribs trying to arrest me!--And all I could think is what the hell went wrong..." He grew silent for a moment, remembering how hopeless he had felt. His entire life had been obliterated, wiped away like a ink smudge out of the history books. It still made his stomach hurt when he thought too long about that day.

"But then I saw you on the big screen when I was trying to lay low, and--" he sighed. "I was so relieved to see you were okay. You were with Maverick, though, who just happened to tell me the day before he had no idea where you were. And suddenly you're hell-bent on arresting me? Your own partner? You didn't even remember me!" He hadn't meant his words to be accusatory. Wanting nothing to do with that day, the older man had never explored it with more than a flippant laugh and wave of his hand. Now that he had to rehash it to the one person who was supposed to already understand implicitly without words was harder than he had anticipated.

Re: M39

[baniichan]

The story sounded so unreal, and yet it wasn't as though Barnaby was in any position to refute it. Still, hearing Kotetsu explain that even Barnaby had once turned against him was almost too much. He would never suspect his partner of murder. Kotetsu had many faults, certainly, but he simply wasn't that kind of man.

If he didn't even remember Kotetsu, however, and the evidence pointed toward him as the killer, then Barnaby was well aware of how he would have responded to the man accused of murdering Samantha.

"I'm glad you're all right too," Barnaby quietly said after a long moment. He sounded composed for now, but tears were starting to sting at his eyes, and he still couldn't quite fight the anxiety and grief mounting in the pit of his stomach. "Who could even do all of that, though? A NEXT?"

Barnaby's voice was starting to crack.

Whoops forgot to tag this whole thread with SPOILER warning

[oyaji]

"Y-Yeah," Kotetsu admitted, trying to keep a way from the name until he could try and gradually feed his partner enough information to fill in the mystery. "A real nasty one. He had his hands in everything--Ouroboros, Hero TV Live--Hell, most of the crimes he staged for ratings--Apollon... He even had connections with your parents, Barnaby. They were good friends." He hoped that would be enough to let the light bulb go off in Barnaby's head.

"After your parents were murdered, he helped fund all of that bastard Rotwang's androids from your parents' research, trying to make other Cis that'd take our place as Heroes. Apparently, they required less upkeep." The older man couldn't help but snort at that last comment. They certainly showed them who were the ones in sore need of "upkeep". He could still feel the satisfying tingle on his knuckles from that right hook he'd thrown to Maverick's fat face.

[baniichan]

That was all Kotetsu needed to say for him to draw the inevitable conclusion. Mr. Maverick.

Barnaby had half-expected that bomb to drop all night, but that didn't stop his blood from running cold.

Even entertaining the idea felt like a huge betrayal. While he wouldn't say Mr. Maverick was exactly like a father to him, he was still the closet thing to one Barnaby had ever had. The man had raised him and paid for his education. It was through his influence that he'd made it to Hero TV, and with his council that he'd made such a splash during his debut. Maverick had never given Barnaby any reason to suspect he had nothing but his best interests in mind.

Suddenly, he couldn't stand all this beating around the bush.

"Just say it straight already," Barnaby snapped. "Mr. Maverick was a NEXT with the ability to tamper with memories, is that what you're saying? He killed my parents, he killed Aunt Samantha to cover that up, and then tried to use her death against you because...what, you knew too much, and he couldn't physically get to you? That still doesn't explain why he murdered my parents in the first place. They were friends!"

[oyaji]

Frankly, Kotetsu had no idea why Maverick went through such an elaborate trap for him. The older man had known nothing of his plans and remained blissfully ignorant almost until it was too late. With as many connections as the bastard had, he could have easily killed him and blamed it on one of his orchestrated crimes.

He really didn't think he was important enough to warrant such "special" attention, but maybe Maverick knew that he would go to any length to reach Barnaby and his partner would have done the same. Or maybe he completely underestimated Kotetsu like everyone else did. There were reasons he never went out of his way to destroy that well-placed assumption.

Ultimately, he didn't know, but he could answer Barnaby's other questions. "They were friends, you're right," Kotetsu amended, trying to calm him down enough so he wouldn't bolt for the door. "You told me that your parents helped him fund Hero TV Live. When it wasn't getting the ratings he wanted, he started working with Ouroboros to create fake crimes, and he'd been selling some of your parents' research and inventions on the side. They confronted him on Christmas Eve and... he killed them to keep them quiet.

"And then he... He kept you under his control ever since. He erased your memories and gave you new ones." The words tasted in bitter in his mouth. "You told me it all came back to you after Samantha sent you that picture after you left the ice rink. You went to Maverick for help, and he erased your memory. Eventually, I snapped you out of it, but damn, you almost got me..."