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Commissioner RyuubiA Kanlu Krimson Detective Story

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Commissioner RyuubiA Kanlu Krimson Detective Story

A Short Story

By G.K. Peart

Kanlu Krimson, the second prince of the Immerallian

Empire, governs the island of Ilkupir as a benevolent ruler.

The metropolis of Dale is the bastion that he calls home

and protects with the aid of various nobles, warriors, and

intellectsbut now one of them is dead. Commissioner

Ryuubi was a brilliant detective as he led the police forces

of the city to eliminate crime and bring about a great time

of safety and happiness. The prince must now speak with

his personal acquaintance and Ryuubis right hand man,Captain Kou Mine to uncover the truth of what happened

that fateful night.

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Summary

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The day was hot as Kou stepped out of his house.

The street was desolate enough on a regular day with the

many private traditional, wooded estates that lined the

cobbled road. As today was a national holiday, not a soul

occupied the street apart from the palanquin moving down

the road in his direction. Kou loosened his kimono slightly

and puffed on his pipe. He stood fully erect and looked up

at the scorching sun with his narrow, black elven eyes. His

young face perspired easily as small droplets of water

condensed on the edges of his long, thin mustache. At his

side, a belt around his hip supported both a katana and a

wakizashi. He wiped his face, made yet another puff on the

pipe and achieved no more than a single step away from


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his gate before the palanquin stopped abruptly in his path.

The palanquin, a kobe, was of low quality. Dirty

white cloths attached to the simple wood pieces served as

blinds. The two men that lifted the contraption had their

loincloths and light white happi coats soaked in sweat and

exuded a slight odor. They nervously set the kobe down

about five feet from Kou whose eyes were wide with

curiosity.The moment the palanquin hit the ground the cloth

blinds flew apart and, to Kous surprise, a dark majestic

figure emerged. Nearly dropping his pipe in shock Kou

glanced both left and right, as if searching for the person

for whom the palanquin was actually stopping. Standing

before him now was a young man, early twenties perhaps

if not for his elven descent that added at least a hundred

years to his age, dressed in just black and red garments.

He wore his robes as a trench coat of sorts, the two colors

mixed to form an elaborate depiction of raging flames.

Matching the pattern of his robes from hilt to sheath was a

katana strapped to his left side. From his waist down was

the darkness of a black hakama, socks and sandals. The

leggings swooshed as he walked over to one of the lifters.

Retrieving a small satchel from the confines of his clothing,

he pulled a few gold pieces out and commandingly offered

them to the sweating men. The two men accepted the


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gold, bowed deeply and quickly departed. Then the young

man walked majestically towards Kou.

The young mans eyes were alight with eagerness.

He strode to the gate with a slight smirk. His brown skin

bore no signs of sweat in the oppressive heat though his

short, thin black hair betrayed a hint of moisture that

glistened in the glare of the sunlight. The charismatic aura

of a leader radiated from him as he approached the gate.Captain Kou Mine, he said with a brimming smile.

It truly is a pleasure to see you in good health, sir.

No, my liege, the pleasure is undoubtedly mine,

Kou responded with a dumbfounded expression, his color

slightly drained. May I ask what brings you here today,

your majesty? He asked the question shyly, with soft

voice.

I will be honest with you, captain. I have escaped

from the palace and wish for you to conceal me, the

young man said sternly.

Color restored to the captains face as he took yet

another puff on his pipe and blew the smoke away from his

royal visitor. He took another quick glance around before

ushering his guest inside.

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Dale's Obelisk"On the circle where the tip of Dale's Obelisk denies the

light of the Harvest Moon, the goddess' vines part to reveal

the path created by the burning water."

About the Author

G.K. Peart, is currently a student at Drexel University

studying accounting. The son of two Jamaican immigrants,

he grew up in a family of five with two older sisters. While

young, he developed a fascination of Japanese culture and

customs. Commissioner Ryuubi is his first short story,published after being acknowledged by his English

professor. His permanent address is Shrub Oak, New York

though for school he resides in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.

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