A/N: Happy Valentine's Day, Beans! ^-^ Every year, I spend the holiday rushing out some sexy content for you guys because our mind is the only lover we need and indulging in the world of words is always the best way to love your mind. Thus, I present you the AU you guys voted for. It is ridiculous, funny, and absolutely charming.
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In chess, it is considered illegal for a king to capture another king.
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Julian White was not a private investigator; not a private detective with the added title of 'chess grandmaster at the age of thirteen' under his belt, no. The man was a private genius.
"King at C1 was already forced when you moved your knight at D2 to take his queen on F2, which puts your king in check from his bishop on H6, which, ordinarily spotted by the common man, would have made proper sense to move your king to C2, but you did not." He had his eyes closed. "I assume you knew something was wrong when he did not make the next move or simply let the clock run? They usually wait for their opponent to realize their mistake. Sometimes, they're even gracious enough to allow takebacks. You, tunnel-visioning on having taken his queen and not realizing that you were being checked then led to some violence over the thirty grand you loaned from a client of theirs. Thus... the broken arm."
He stared across the table at victim number nine—quite frankly disappointed by the similarity in the stories he'd heard thus far. Yet another wasted opportunity at new and novel information. He extended a hand.
"Thank you for coming."
"You know, being beat at chess actually isn't as bad as being told why I was beaten," snorted victim number nine, flanked by interrogators and watched by several other policemen in the room. He did not take the hand that was offered. "It was just one unlucky day at the casino."
Ex-inspector V. J. White took no offense. He requested for the officers behind the one-way glass of the interrogation room to meet him in the lounge for a short break. Indeed, this had come as quite a relief. White had scheduled for the questioning of twelve respondents over the span of seven, non-stop work hours; recent witnesses involved in money-laundering cases that had eventually led to the losing of an arm and further debt.
The headquarters, having pulled every string within their reach and exhausted all options to crack down on what they referred to as 'The Chess People', had decided to call in the infamous mind for any lead.
Inspector White had just little to work with. All he given by the officers prior to the questioning was the fact that the organization operated on a similar level to mafias and gangs alike. Albeit slightly classier than the usual street fights others tended to pick for no reason at all.
Chess! He'd thought at once, oddly delighted by the request for assistance. Chief officer Chen En had been the one to contact him. Perhaps the most efficient, civil way of humiliating an opponent without having to lift a finger. Crushing the pride of any sane human being!
That was before he was filled in on the money-laundering. The mafia was known for their protection rackets—a deal between a client, often drug lords turn loan sharks, who required additional manpower in the overseeing of illicit cartel agreements or the enforcement of debt collection.
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