Hajimimashite, minna-san onamae wa Jennifer, Doozo Yoroshiku.
(sorry just finished taking japanese and I had to try that out, if anyone e-mail's me with the translation, I'll write a story on any subject they'd like in the SM world ^_-) This story I wrote almost 2 years ago, and I tried posting it then under Haruka and Michiru's Fan Fic Co. on ASMR but only succeded in putting one chapter up before high school preperations caught up with me. However I got a lot of e-amils asking me to put of the rest so here it is. Ja!
A Deafening Scilence
Chapter 1
PG 13
Mamoru slowly opened his eyes, hoping it was a dream... praying that last night's events were all just some horrible nightmare. That when he looked over at the pillow beside him she would be there, sound asleep, with a smile on her face. He was half inclined to turn his head and see if his prayers were answered, but he knew better.
He got up out of his cold bed and walked over to his dresser. As he bent over to reach for the underwear drawer, a small frame atop the dresser caught his eye. He stood, and with both hands picked up the item as if it would break at the slightest touch. In the picture was himself, standing at the side of a beautiful woman in a wedding gown the color of alabaster.
"Usako..." he sighed, tracing the woman's image. "Usako, I still don't understand it. What happened? We were so happy. Was it me? Was I the reason you..." Suddenly the doorbell rang, and the frame dropped and broke into a million pieces.
"Kuso! Dammit!" Mamoru muttered angrily. "COMING!" he yelled quickly, getting on pair of pants. He stumbled over to the door, and opened it to find Aishin Irojiro, his neighbor and childhood friend, with her head down looking at the basket of flowers in her hands.
"Aishin..." he sighed, surprised to see her, and still a bit shaken from before. "Welcome home. What brings you here so early in the morning?" he asked already knowing her reasons.
"Ohayo gozaimasu, good morning Mamoru-kun," she bowed, and when her face came up he noticed a tint of blush in her cheeks. "I'm sorry for coming by so early, but I- I just wanted to say I'm sorry for not being able to make it last night, believe me I wanted to come, but..."
"You couldn't have been there, don't worry about it." He cut her off. "There's no reason to apologize."
She smiled meekly, but he could see she was holding back some tears.
"I, I brought you these roses," she continued, regaining her composure. "I know they're your favorite kind." Aishin lifted the basket up for him to take, which he did, bowing and thanking her as he did so. An awkward silence fell upon them, and they both shifted nervously.
"Do you want some coffee?" Mamoru finally asked, breaking the uncomfortable moment
"Makoto-san gave me some of her special blend fresh from the store."
She bit her lower lip. "Sure." Aishin followed him inside and took a seat after removing her shoes.
"I'll be back in just a minute, I just have to get the machine started." Mamoru called from inside the kitchen.
As Mamoru started to brew the coffee he ran a hand through his hair, thinking about his Usako. Her smell, how the house was starting to lose it. Her touch, how he missed it. Her voice, how he could still hear her singing in his ear at night. But most of all, he thought of that evening: the last time he held her in his arms.
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"I'm home, Usa! Mmm, whatever you're cooking smells good." Mamoru hung up his coat. But all he heard was the music playing on the stereo. "Usa?" he called teasingly. He knew what she was planning. The music that he heard was the CD she played when they made love.
"Usako? Kanojo doko ni imasuka? Where is she?" He asked, again teasingly. He turned the corner to go into the living room.
"Kanojo do-" he stopped dead in his tracks. Lying before him lay... NO! It couldn't be! His mind screamed at him that this was impossible. For there before him lay a trail of blood. His heart quickened, as did his pace. The trail went into their bedroom. When he reached the door, he ran to their bed. His Usako lay with a thousand cuts all over her naked body, and a knife in her hand.
He bent over and picked her up, kissing her head and stroking her hair. He put his ear to her heart and heard a distant, dying beat.
"No..." he whispered. "Usako hold on! If you can hear me, just hold on! I'm going to get help!" He kissed her forehead as he lay her down on the bed and went to get the phone, but rushed back to her side when he heard her call out.
"NO! Mamo-chan! Watashi wa koko de! I'm here! Come back, don't leave me please!"
"Usako, love, hold on." He whispered.
"Mamo-chan I love you... Just hold me."
He did as she asked, tears in his eyes. He spoke, choking on his words. "If you just let me go for one second I can, I can get help love, just-" She put a shaking finger to his mouth.
"Shh, love just listen, it's not as it seems...it's not...I love you, Mamo-chan."
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Aishin waited patiently in the living room, wringing her hands nervously. She felt guilty coming into Mamoru's apartment, considering the way she felt about him. Her eyes glanced around what she could see of the apartment from her place on the floor. She marveled how neat it was.
Everything was placed perfectly. It made her wonder what his bedroom was like... 'Aishin, you stupid girl,' she chided herself, 'how dare you think that way! You should be ashamed of yourself! Your very presence must be angering Usagi-san to no end!' However, her scolding was interrupted by a crash coming from the kitchen. She got up and started to walk cautiously over to the adjacent room.
"Mamoru-kun? Are you OK?" she peeked around the corner to see Mamoru crouching down on the floor in a fetal position, with shards of the coffee machine surrounding him.
"OH! Mamoru-kun!" she said, running to his side, "Mamoru-kun, are you hurt? Here, let me see your face."
He turned his tear stained face up to her. "Usako... come back," he cried, not to Aishin, but rather to the wall, as if it held his Usako's soul and at the command would release her.
"USA! NO!" He rose and began to bang furiously on the wall "USAKO COME BACK RIGHT NOW! GIVE HER BACK! GIVE HER BACK! I COMMAND YOU TO! USAKO... USAKO... USAKO... Usako." he sank to his knees again, dragging his hand down the wall.
Aishin stood behind him with her fisted hand placed upon her heart, the other hanging loose at her side. Silent tears fell down her face as she forced herself to stay put and not bang on the wall as well. She couldn't help but wonder how many times had this scene occurred in the past two weeks.
"Usako, how dare you leave me? How dare you! Usako, I still don't get it. We were about to buy another house, I had just gotten my raise and you... you were pregnant. AND YET I FIND YOU ON OUR BED WITH OUR SONG PLAYING, AND A THOUSAND CUTS ALL OVER YOUR BODY, AND THE BIGGEST, DEEPEST, SLASH EMBEDDED IN YOUR STOMACH, KILLING OUR BABY. OUR BABY... our baby. Oh baby, come back." He was standing again, fists pressed against the wall.
After taking a few deep breaths, Mamoru, remembering himself, regained his composure and turned to face a now sobbing Aishin. He swallowed guiltily, and ran a hand through his hair, as was often his custom. He took a step towards his dear friend, stopped, and dropped his head in shame.
"I apologize, Ai-chan, I should have thought before I acted." He took a few more steps towards her. "Can I get you anything? Do you want to leave? Again I apologize, I can't be more sorry."
This time it was Aishin who stepped forward. She flung herself at Mamoru, embracing him tightly. He was startled at first, but then he wrapped his strong arms around her tall, slim figure. He opened his mouth to apologize again, but she spoke fist.
"Mamoru-kun, you have no reason to be sorry. You have done nothing wrong. If anyone should be sorry it's me. I should have been more considerate and not come in. But oh, Mamoru!" she lifted her head up to touch his face with her hand. "I had no idea she was pregnant." She burst into another fit of tears as he tried to soothe her.
"It just doesn't make any sense! Usa had no reason to do what she did. NONE! And to kill the baby first, and deliberately! She, she wanted a baby so badly! She would never do this!"
Aishin stopped her tears once more, and looked up at him, confused and horrified. "What you are implying?"
Mamoru looked her square in the face. "Usako did NOT commit suicide. She was murdered."
Aishin gasped and backed away from him. "Mamoru-kun, that's impossible! You KNOW the only fingerprints on that knife were Usagi-chan's! The only fingerprints on her body were her own! Usagi's death was a clear suicide!" She hated being so blunt, but she hating seeing Mamoru in what she thought to be denial, even more.
Mamoru raised an eyebrow and said coolly, "I am going to conduct a second search, and a third search, and if I must a fourth. I will conduct every God damn search necessary until they find SOMETHING that leads to a murder." Aishin stood in the corner, her lower lip trembling, shaking her head in disbelief.
"My wife was murdered, and I am going to not only prove the what, I am going to find out the why, and the who."
(sorry just finished taking japanese and I had to try that out, if anyone e-mail's me with the translation, I'll write a story on any subject they'd like in the SM world ^_-) This story I wrote almost 2 years ago, and I tried posting it then under Haruka and Michiru's Fan Fic Co. on ASMR but only succeded in putting one chapter up before high school preperations caught up with me. However I got a lot of e-amils asking me to put of the rest so here it is. Ja!
A Deafening Scilence
Chapter 1
PG 13
Mamoru slowly opened his eyes, hoping it was a dream... praying that last night's events were all just some horrible nightmare. That when he looked over at the pillow beside him she would be there, sound asleep, with a smile on her face. He was half inclined to turn his head and see if his prayers were answered, but he knew better.
He got up out of his cold bed and walked over to his dresser. As he bent over to reach for the underwear drawer, a small frame atop the dresser caught his eye. He stood, and with both hands picked up the item as if it would break at the slightest touch. In the picture was himself, standing at the side of a beautiful woman in a wedding gown the color of alabaster.
"Usako..." he sighed, tracing the woman's image. "Usako, I still don't understand it. What happened? We were so happy. Was it me? Was I the reason you..." Suddenly the doorbell rang, and the frame dropped and broke into a million pieces.
"Kuso! Dammit!" Mamoru muttered angrily. "COMING!" he yelled quickly, getting on pair of pants. He stumbled over to the door, and opened it to find Aishin Irojiro, his neighbor and childhood friend, with her head down looking at the basket of flowers in her hands.
"Aishin..." he sighed, surprised to see her, and still a bit shaken from before. "Welcome home. What brings you here so early in the morning?" he asked already knowing her reasons.
"Ohayo gozaimasu, good morning Mamoru-kun," she bowed, and when her face came up he noticed a tint of blush in her cheeks. "I'm sorry for coming by so early, but I- I just wanted to say I'm sorry for not being able to make it last night, believe me I wanted to come, but..."
"You couldn't have been there, don't worry about it." He cut her off. "There's no reason to apologize."
She smiled meekly, but he could see she was holding back some tears.
"I, I brought you these roses," she continued, regaining her composure. "I know they're your favorite kind." Aishin lifted the basket up for him to take, which he did, bowing and thanking her as he did so. An awkward silence fell upon them, and they both shifted nervously.
"Do you want some coffee?" Mamoru finally asked, breaking the uncomfortable moment
"Makoto-san gave me some of her special blend fresh from the store."
She bit her lower lip. "Sure." Aishin followed him inside and took a seat after removing her shoes.
"I'll be back in just a minute, I just have to get the machine started." Mamoru called from inside the kitchen.
As Mamoru started to brew the coffee he ran a hand through his hair, thinking about his Usako. Her smell, how the house was starting to lose it. Her touch, how he missed it. Her voice, how he could still hear her singing in his ear at night. But most of all, he thought of that evening: the last time he held her in his arms.
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"I'm home, Usa! Mmm, whatever you're cooking smells good." Mamoru hung up his coat. But all he heard was the music playing on the stereo. "Usa?" he called teasingly. He knew what she was planning. The music that he heard was the CD she played when they made love.
"Usako? Kanojo doko ni imasuka? Where is she?" He asked, again teasingly. He turned the corner to go into the living room.
"Kanojo do-" he stopped dead in his tracks. Lying before him lay... NO! It couldn't be! His mind screamed at him that this was impossible. For there before him lay a trail of blood. His heart quickened, as did his pace. The trail went into their bedroom. When he reached the door, he ran to their bed. His Usako lay with a thousand cuts all over her naked body, and a knife in her hand.
He bent over and picked her up, kissing her head and stroking her hair. He put his ear to her heart and heard a distant, dying beat.
"No..." he whispered. "Usako hold on! If you can hear me, just hold on! I'm going to get help!" He kissed her forehead as he lay her down on the bed and went to get the phone, but rushed back to her side when he heard her call out.
"NO! Mamo-chan! Watashi wa koko de! I'm here! Come back, don't leave me please!"
"Usako, love, hold on." He whispered.
"Mamo-chan I love you... Just hold me."
He did as she asked, tears in his eyes. He spoke, choking on his words. "If you just let me go for one second I can, I can get help love, just-" She put a shaking finger to his mouth.
"Shh, love just listen, it's not as it seems...it's not...I love you, Mamo-chan."
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Aishin waited patiently in the living room, wringing her hands nervously. She felt guilty coming into Mamoru's apartment, considering the way she felt about him. Her eyes glanced around what she could see of the apartment from her place on the floor. She marveled how neat it was.
Everything was placed perfectly. It made her wonder what his bedroom was like... 'Aishin, you stupid girl,' she chided herself, 'how dare you think that way! You should be ashamed of yourself! Your very presence must be angering Usagi-san to no end!' However, her scolding was interrupted by a crash coming from the kitchen. She got up and started to walk cautiously over to the adjacent room.
"Mamoru-kun? Are you OK?" she peeked around the corner to see Mamoru crouching down on the floor in a fetal position, with shards of the coffee machine surrounding him.
"OH! Mamoru-kun!" she said, running to his side, "Mamoru-kun, are you hurt? Here, let me see your face."
He turned his tear stained face up to her. "Usako... come back," he cried, not to Aishin, but rather to the wall, as if it held his Usako's soul and at the command would release her.
"USA! NO!" He rose and began to bang furiously on the wall "USAKO COME BACK RIGHT NOW! GIVE HER BACK! GIVE HER BACK! I COMMAND YOU TO! USAKO... USAKO... USAKO... Usako." he sank to his knees again, dragging his hand down the wall.
Aishin stood behind him with her fisted hand placed upon her heart, the other hanging loose at her side. Silent tears fell down her face as she forced herself to stay put and not bang on the wall as well. She couldn't help but wonder how many times had this scene occurred in the past two weeks.
"Usako, how dare you leave me? How dare you! Usako, I still don't get it. We were about to buy another house, I had just gotten my raise and you... you were pregnant. AND YET I FIND YOU ON OUR BED WITH OUR SONG PLAYING, AND A THOUSAND CUTS ALL OVER YOUR BODY, AND THE BIGGEST, DEEPEST, SLASH EMBEDDED IN YOUR STOMACH, KILLING OUR BABY. OUR BABY... our baby. Oh baby, come back." He was standing again, fists pressed against the wall.
After taking a few deep breaths, Mamoru, remembering himself, regained his composure and turned to face a now sobbing Aishin. He swallowed guiltily, and ran a hand through his hair, as was often his custom. He took a step towards his dear friend, stopped, and dropped his head in shame.
"I apologize, Ai-chan, I should have thought before I acted." He took a few more steps towards her. "Can I get you anything? Do you want to leave? Again I apologize, I can't be more sorry."
This time it was Aishin who stepped forward. She flung herself at Mamoru, embracing him tightly. He was startled at first, but then he wrapped his strong arms around her tall, slim figure. He opened his mouth to apologize again, but she spoke fist.
"Mamoru-kun, you have no reason to be sorry. You have done nothing wrong. If anyone should be sorry it's me. I should have been more considerate and not come in. But oh, Mamoru!" she lifted her head up to touch his face with her hand. "I had no idea she was pregnant." She burst into another fit of tears as he tried to soothe her.
"It just doesn't make any sense! Usa had no reason to do what she did. NONE! And to kill the baby first, and deliberately! She, she wanted a baby so badly! She would never do this!"
Aishin stopped her tears once more, and looked up at him, confused and horrified. "What you are implying?"
Mamoru looked her square in the face. "Usako did NOT commit suicide. She was murdered."
Aishin gasped and backed away from him. "Mamoru-kun, that's impossible! You KNOW the only fingerprints on that knife were Usagi-chan's! The only fingerprints on her body were her own! Usagi's death was a clear suicide!" She hated being so blunt, but she hating seeing Mamoru in what she thought to be denial, even more.
Mamoru raised an eyebrow and said coolly, "I am going to conduct a second search, and a third search, and if I must a fourth. I will conduct every God damn search necessary until they find SOMETHING that leads to a murder." Aishin stood in the corner, her lower lip trembling, shaking her head in disbelief.
"My wife was murdered, and I am going to not only prove the what, I am going to find out the why, and the who."