Sayu walked quickly down the darkened streets, digging through the pocket of her skirt searching for her old cell phone. The weather forecast stated it may rain a while later into the night, but a few drops of the icy cold liquid were already starting to fall, and she didn't want to be stuck outside. Though it was barely nine o'clock, the streets were eerily empty, and Sayu felt as if she was being watched, so she quickened her pace, and dialed her father's number into her hand-me-down cellular phone.
She thought she was just paranoid when she heard the patter of bare feet against the wet concrete. She put the cell phone to her ear, covering her mouth so that the rain and the noise from the far street would not interrupt her conversation.
The phone rang several times with no sign of her father picking up. She closed her phone with shaking hands. He had been so busy lately, even though the biggest case of his life had been solved. He was out every night, and you were lucky if he was able to stay for dinner at least twice a week.
The sound of rain mixed with the eerie silence of the night caused her to shutter as she stuffed the phone back into her pocket. Again she felt eyes upon her bare neck.
She turned quickly, seeing nobody around; she turned back and started jogging through the closest ally, nothing but the sound of her feet hitting the cement as she ran, and a small thudding noise she heard from behind her. Her breath caught in her throat as she reached a dead end in the long walk way. Sayu didn't dare turn around, when she felt the warm breath on the nape of her neck. She felt the cold touch of a large hand on her shoulder, and before she could let out the scream that had been building up in her lungs, another icy hand came up to cover her mouth.
She was turned slowly around by the hands that were clasped over her. She stared with wide eyes at a silhouette outlined only by the dim glow of the moon.
Sayu was preparing to scream louder when she felt the hand start raising off her trembling lips, but stopped when someone said: "It's me."
The hand rose off her lips, leaving only the taste of salt and something familiarly sweet on her lips. She recognized the voice, and her eyes dimmed slightly. Her hands rose to her hips as she released a small sigh of relief.
"What are you doing here?" she asked staring at what she guessed to be the person's eyes.
The glow of white teeth was seen through the dark as the person smiled. "I thought I would surprise you with a visit."
"In the middle of a dark alley around ten o'clock at night? You almost gave me a heart attack—," she stopped as she realized what she was saying. A frown appeared on her red lips and something began to ache in her heart. Her shaky hand quickly went to her chest, as if clutching it would make the pain go away. After a few moments the pain subsided, and she looked up at the man standing in front of her, slightly catching the red gleam of his eyes.
"This isn't the best time to talk, ya' know. Its late, and I have to get home now." She tried calmly pushing the dark figure aside, but to no success in pushing him aside, he roughly grabbed her in a tight embrace, and laid his chin on her shoulder, so he could whisper into her ear.
"No, you can't leave, not yet." Sayu could feel his warm breath. In fact he was close enough that she could smell the sweet scent that lingered on his lips.
Sayu squirmed in his tight embrace, uncomfortable with his closeness. "Let me go. I need to go home, now."
He only hugged her tighter.
Sayu felt a vibration in her pocket, and when she peered over the man's shoulder she could she the lights on her phone flashing a familiar pattern. Her father was calling her. Desperate, she tried to pull an arm from the tight grasp that enclosed her. But whenever she moved, the grasp became tighter.
"Perfect timing. Is that your father on the phone, Sayu? Soichio Yagami?"
Sayu was not sure how to answer. "Y-yeah. Can I please answer it?"
"Afraid not," he whispered.
Sayu blinked in confusion when the grasp began to wane and when the strong arms totally released her. She heard a clack sound not far away from her and then felt something cold against her chest.
Sayu sharply breathed in when a nearby lamp post flickered alive and the whole ally was engulfed in a dim light. She could see everything. The bright red eyes of the man in front of her which held nothing but a murderous gleam in them, the long pale fingers, stained a light pink color, and what caught her attention most of all, the object in his pale hand, a cold, metal blade about seven inches in length, with a razor sharp tip, and a small carving in the handle which in such dim light, she could not make out. The vibrating of her phone died down, but then quickly started up again.
Sayu's eyes widened in fear and confusion as she looked at her phone to the knife to him.
"W-what are you doing?" Her voice came out rigid and wrapped in fear as her eyes started to tear up.
"Breaking your heart as you broke mine," she heard him say.
A moment later she felt the thrust of his strong arms and the pain of something penetrating her skin. She could only remember cold pain, and could not help but wonder if her brother had felt like this way when he had died.
The man grabbed Sayu's body before it had a chance to fall onto the soaked ground, and he gently placed it in a spot where little rain was not entirely hitting. He brushed the soggy hair away from her face to show her striking feature, stood there for a few seconds to stare at her, and then finally reached into her pocket to grab the phone that was still persistently ringing.
He flipped it open and placed the phone to his ear: "Sayu? Sayu! Thank goodness. You were frightening me there for a second. What were you doing?"
"Hello, Yagami-san."
". . . Who is this?"
"Just a small acquaintance of your daughter. I have some troubling news for you, Yagami-san."
"W-what do you mean?"
"I mean, I found Sayu here—where I am at this moment—and it appears she is dead."
There was a loud gasp. "How—No. . ."
"It is okay, Yagami-san. This is not your fault; you can not keep children locked up forever."
The man waited through several harsh threats, slowly bobbing his head up and down, all the time keeping his apologetic tone. Then, for dramatic effect, he hung up