The Curios case of Kaya Ito:
Disappearing on a Rainy day
When I was a little girl in Tokyo, my parents would used to sing me a song. I remembered that the lyrics were spoken mainly in English; it was a popular children's nursery rhyme from England if I recalled.
They would sing that song on a rainy day. The type of day I would be usually bored inside. I would moan, groan and wailed on how the boredom was killing me slowly; I was a very spoilt girl back then, so exaggeration seemed to be an obligation for me.
However, considering the weather in Inaba was surprisingly grey (and that I was feeling rather sentimental). I've decided myself to sing that particular song, the reason why I felt like I remembered the childhood memories I would often forget sometimes...
Rain, Rain
Go away;
Come again another day.
Another day felt so long, but sometimes this small town does make it feel short. It's hard to tell from night-to-day and vice versa because the clouds here all looks the same; a sky covered in a thick grey duvet; the streets were flooded with the same misty grey. That's the reason why I hate Tuesday's; I believe something bad always happened on that day, which is true since I'm never wrong, especially when you find a dead body strung like puppet on a web of television antennas.
My name is Kaya Ito, age sixteen. I live in a small town call Inaba like I introduced just before. I'm a second year student that attends Yasogami High, and apparently I'm the smartest of my year.
My history- I believe- is best left as an enigma. I would usually give cryptic remarks about my past, but I only give enough info for people to imagine for themselves. You would be surprised on what people say about me, however, to them I'm a threat since I always had been the silent one of the class.
However, despite I lack social skills; my inquisitive skills were off the charts. Even though I doubt they had the right tests to measure how inquisitive I am, but it was far enough for me gain a good sense of perception on what goes around in my surroundings. That's what attracted me to that dead body, I simply tuned to my surroundings.
The body I knew was obviously a woman; between her late mid-20's and early 30's; it doesn't take a genius to realize that her death couldn't be explained by pure forensic science, especially considering that the dead give away was where the body was dumped.
Her facial expression, to the best of my visual ability looked as though she was shocked. Ruby red lips were left gaped open; eyes wide as dinner plates. I was trying to tell if she died like that or the gravity had affected her face, but I believe it was the former than the latter choice due to her stiff position. I could've had more time to examine the body undisturbed, but when I heard the sound of footsteps behind me. I immediately took out my smart-phone and took a picture with a bright flash. I usually don't take pictures with flash, but this small sacrifice was definitely worth it as I rushed away from the scene of a (obvious) crime.
A few meters later, I heard a girl scream. I probably figured that it would take her thirty seconds to realize that the body was dead. Half a minute later, she would be calling the police. Two minutes later, they would arrive. My guess that five seconds later the news crew would arrive and after that, it would only take hours for them to figure out how to remove a dead body from a puzzle of television antennas while whole town watches their every move. Meanwhile, I should focused on getting to school on time; which didn't matter to me since perfect grades overlooked tardiness. However, the only complaint would be Morokin's ranting, but if you know how to pull off the right moves. He'll shut up like a clam. If I had facial expressions, I would be smug, however since my face is neutral like the tone of my voice. A prideful thought would be enough to know how good I am. I'm not arrogant, I just have too much pride-which is both a good and a bad since one day; I know I would fall from grace once more.