Friday, 18 May, 5.58 a.m.
A tall brunette stood in front of his house. He yawned, locked the front door and left.
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Friday, 18 May, 7.02 a.m.
The telephone in the hallway rang.
Ten rings later, the machine resounded.
"This is Kira Yamato. I'm not available at the moment, so please leave a message after the tone."
"Hey, Kira. Sorry I couldn't call sooner, I was, well, sleeping. Anyway, happy birthday to you!"—giggle—"And to me too, I guess. Thanks for the present! It came to me so early, and that cat is so cute! We'll decide on its name together, yeah? Your cake will be delivered to your home soon. It's really nice, I especially asked them to put figures of us on top."—giggle—"Hey, let's meet up this weeke—shush!—weekend. Okay?—wait!—Listen, I've got a meeting on, I'll call you again as soon as I can, okay? See you!"
Beep.
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Friday, 18 May, 8.14 a.m.
Skid. Crash. Bang.
Stop.
"Oof!"
Groan.
"Oww…You okay there?"
"Yeah, 'm fine. How about our cargo?"
"We'd better check on it."
'Thck. Thck.'
"Oh no!"
"Man…That guy figure is ruined!"
Sigh.
"What do we do now? The Princess will kill us!"
"…Beats me too…"
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Friday, 18 May, 8.21 a.m.
The television in the living room was turned on.
The news flashed.
"A man with brown hair and purple eyes was found dead. He was identified as the Orb's Princess's relative, and died of an unnatural death. It was unknown whether he died of a medical condition or murdered. The police are investigating the case…"
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Friday, 18 May, 9.28 a.m.
"…Torii?" Red mechanical eyes scanned the room.
Bed, blanket, pillow, table, couch, cup, comb, wardrobe, tie, shirt, dresser…
No sign of its owner.
It flew towards the living room, tilted its head when it saw the television, then flew in front of the door, landing near the shoes, and waited for a man to come home.
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Saturday, 19 May, 12.01 a.m.
The mechanical bird kept waiting.
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Fin.
'Thck' : sound of car door opening.
Can't seem to write an angst-less fic.
Happy belated birthday, Kira and Cagalli.