Hey, there, people! Now, what am I doing? Another story? Of course. This is almost ready, I hope you all like it. It's been bugging me ever since I read "Loves music, loves to dance". I adapted the story to one RKish, with a couple of changes here and there. Get ready 'cause this will be one bumpy ride..! o_O
This is a rather short chapter. The prologue. Hope you have fun!
Disclaimer: Of course, the book "Loves music, loves to dance" doesn't belong to me but to one of my favourite authoresses, Mary Higgins Clark. RK? Not mine, either _
LOVES MUSIC, LOVES TO DANCE"The least people know about me, the easier for me to make them believe I'm a different person. That's my job." – Jack Nicholson.
monday feb.18
The room was dark. The man sat on the chair, hugging his knees. It was happening again. Katsuhiro didn't want to stay locked in the secret place. Katsuhiro insisted in thinking about Yumi. Just two more, he whispered. Then I'll stop. He knew it would be useless to protest. But it was getting more and more dangerous.
If only Tomoe had treated him nicely, he thought. If only she had invited him to her birthday party fifteen years ago. He would have loved her so much! He followed her to Yokohama with the present: a pair of sandals.
Her birthday was on March, 12th. He travelled to Yokohama to surprise her with his gift. He passed by her house slowly, shocked once he noticed other friends of Tomoe's.
He still felt shame when he remembers that he had cried like a little boy on his way back. That was till, when he remembered her birthday present, he changed his mind. Tomoe had told him that every morning, at seven, no matter what, she jogged around the park near her house.
The following morning, there he was, waiting for her.
He remembered her surprise when she saw him. Surprise, not happiness. She stopped, breathing heavily.
He gave her the box, and she opened it and expressed her false thanks. He hugged her. "Tomoe, I love you so much. I wanna see how nice your feet will look with the sandals on. I'll tie them up. We can dance right here."
"Go away!" she yelled, pushing him away, tossing him the box and restarting her running.
It was Katsuhiro who ran after her, grabbed her and threw her on the sidewalk. Katsuhiro's hands squeezed her throat until her arms stopped shaking. Katsuhiro placed the sandals on Tomoe's feet and danced with her, her head placed on his shoulder. He left her on the sidewalk, with a sandal on her right foot and one of her sneakers on her left one.
It had been so long ago. Katsuhiro had become a blurred memory until two years before. Then he started reminding him of Tomoe and how she danced with him...
Two years before, Katsuhiro had ordered him to post personal ads in the 'contacts' columns. So many personal ads.
Now, seven girls were buried around the property, with a sandal on the right foot and her shoe or sneaker or boot on the left one.
He begged Katsuhiro to let him stop for a while. He didn't want to do that anymore. Katsuhiro yelled:
"I want them to find the last two! I want them to find the girls like they found Tomoe!"
Katsuhiro had chosen the last two girls like he chose the others, after Tomoe.
These two were Yumi Komogata and Misao Makimachi. Both had replied two different ads posted by him. But the most important thing was that they had replied his special ad.
Out of all the received answers, their letters and their photos had stood out. The letters were funny, and the way they expressed themselves, attractive. The photos. Both so appealing...
He stood up. The darkness didn't bother him anymore. Katsuhiro's presence was welcome now. The voice begging to stop wasn't there anymore.
He reread Yumi's letter and traced her photo with his fingers. He laughed when he remembered the ad that had attracted Yumi to him. It started: Loves music, loves to dance.