Azul's past part 6

         It was dawn, the sun was rising and Azul was fast asleep in hospital, she had been moved away from her mothers house, Lucas walked though the forest, occasionally drops of water fell of the leafs onto his head making him look up for rain clouds.
     He finally reached his destination and took in a deep breath, opening up the door to the theater where the 'accident' had occurred.
     He stepped up onto the stage, the stage was broken and dried blood splattered the floor. He knelt down looking at it carefully, from the way the floor was broken it looked like it had been a fighting type attack, but that couldn't be, no one saw anything physical.
     But what else could have happened, further investigation ended in vein, no clues had been left, so Lucas left the stage looking around the banisters where the attacked had probably been hiding. The banisters where big yet thin, easy to fall of from, some officers had said it had probably been an accident, so not professionals where put on the job.
     Nothing, even when Lucas tried to sense the aura's that had been here earlier, there was no point, there had been hundred of pokemon in the crowd. Too many to chose from.
     Lucas headed towards back stage, finding the room where Azul had been he searched, it was quite empty, Lucas smiled when he saw the shampoo and brush, so much for him being blind and her having too much make up on.
     "Your so modest, my love" he said looking into the mirror, a picture of him and her was in the corner, he grabbed it putting it in his bag, he guessed the cleaner would just throw it away.
     He searched a bit more there was the book Azul wrote her performing plans in, every note, every move she wrote in the book. Looking though it he found a few pages missing.
     "Azul never rips pages out, he keeps every mistake to look back on and fix when she got better, a good quality, he scanned it for recent aura's that had gotten contact with it. Azul's, Lucia's, Daniel's, his, and an unfamiliar aura, he memorized the little he could pick up from the book and put the book in his bag, he would keep an eye out for this stranger.
     He fully searched the room when he found nothing he grabbed Azul's possessions and put them in his bag. He would give them to her when she was feeling better.
    Professionals would now questions the workers and the other contestants, but that was a foolish move in Lucas's point of view, it would give away the investigation and make the one who did it more on the defensive side, better at proving it wasn't him.

     Later that day, Lucas sat on the chair next to Azul's bed, she was in deep sleep, she wouldn't wake up for a while. Lucas smiled, remembering a time when he had told himself that when he fell in love he would love someone perfect who would never bring him problems or pain, Kissing Azul on the for head.
     He did an aura scan on her, her aura was strong and it was hard to sense other aura's who had contact with her, but there where none, the attack had not been a fighting type.
     He stood up, stroking Azul again he left the hospital room, he decided he would research all the contests. He would look at all of them, investigate the scene's look at who the contestants where and the winners where. He would try and link them together and see how this went.

     It was about two weeks later, Azul was still in hospital and hadn't woken yet. Lucas had visited her every day. He was looking though the files listing the contestants and the judges, nothing seemed to be particularly suspicious.
     The only suspicious thing was that Azul never lost last place, even do she had been disqualified in all of them and shouldn't#t have a place at all, she had fifth or sixth. Strange but he guessed it was because of the time she was on before being disqualified or something silly about show business he didn't get.
     Putting the judges profiles on the side he looked though the pokemon again, there was many different kind of pokemon, lucarios, espeons, buizels, poochyenas, geodudes... but not many connections, or not many that mattered at least.
     He put the files aside sighing and drinking his tea. He wasn't the best at his job, but he had to get this case sorted, for Azul more then anyone.