Not a cloud in the sky, hooray the suns hitting me right in the eye. Even worse are the glasses in front of them. Contacts, that had to be my next paycheck wasted because these things are murder on sunny days. Still fall was coming, I'd just have to baby through it. I look over at the jukebox, the first my dad bought for this place, the lights dimming on one side and the paint at the bottom starting to peel. The sound coming from it was still good, even if I didn't like the songs. Seriously dad couldn't you have picked more than Jazz when you loaded it up. Cliché detective, movie noire trench coat in the corner of the room told that much. The abundance of pictures on the desk next to it told his whole story, a picture of him and mom on their 3rd date, a picture holding me with my big brother Zach crying into his leg, and the last was all of us outside of the lost detective agency. Never found out why he chose that name, would've been great to know before he left. Before I could look over to the picture of him and Zach at my desk, the door opened with more of that lovely sunlight bleeding in here with the only detective of the house. Tall, dark, brooding with slick smile, though I'd never tell him that; he took off his leather coat and tossed it over to his desk next to the door before he looked over at me.
"Any news?" I asked as he nodded while stretching out his arm.
"close up Jennifer Scully, she's back home" He said, before tugging at his pocket to produce a check. Basic search with some digging, 500 dollars. He walked over and handed it to me, I put it in an envelope that had three others. We always waited till the end of the month before we cashed in, this month we were up 3000 with a waiting check from the local police. Sam, he had his ways of finding trouble in the best of them. I close up my notebook when he puts his big fat butt on my desk.
"Get off" I say annoyed; I don't even have to look to see him rolling his eyes as he pushes off.
"You just lost lunch" He told me as I got up grabbing my purse.
"Not today Sam" I don't need any silly little things today, he looked disappointed.
"You can't go hungry Yuki"
"Hospital food will be good enough" I said starting to walk away, I can feel his eyes glued on me. Concern written all over them with a dash of disappointment and a hint of sadness. There'd be a time I'd give him a hug to cheer him up but not today. "We got a new one, old lady worried about her grandson doing something he shouldn't"
"Memories" I heard him say under his breath.
"I hope its not" I tell him before I wave a quick bye and head out, wouldn't want to be late for a birthday.
One more year and I'll be driving, till then I'm on the bus. Passing by the blocks that went a rye when it happened. Memories, not the things in our heads but something that'll cloud it just as bad. Nothing's like it so I'm told, high school, just the place to hear about drug dealers. They're also a one hit kill, your hooking up a battery to your nerves with it. Literally, memories had an electrical charge to them along with some chemicals that shot up your nerves not your blood stream. The chemicals get in your brain and, from what people who survive it say, you see a memory so vividly that you can reach out to a person and feel the cotton on their shirt. Crazy people would only believe it does that, whoever survives it is going to burn out their brains. As the bus stops to let on some people, I notice some graffiti. Three figures, guys in costumes from head to toe. One was solid green with vivid red compact eyes with a scarf over his left shoulder. On his right was a man in red, his helmet looked like a silver A over a large blue compact visor. Then on his left was a black one with a mask that looked like a skull with a white fedora. When memories started taking off, those guys tried to stand against. The police hated it but they did get a lot of memories off the street. As the bus starts to move again, I jut my head away from the graffiti. I couldn't look at them, not after what they did to him.
The hospital was pretty vacant at the moment, probably because it was Tuesday. People are always busy during the week, me especially. I walk up the three flights of steps I'd gotten use to over these last two years and found good old 364. Mom had already been here, I can see the card next to his bed. I walk over, take my seat next to him and look at him. His hair had grown long and he was sporting a pretty curly beard. I've tried combing it so many times but I don't think he was ever meant to have a beard.
"Zach" I spoke to him, bringing my hand and laying it on his shoulder. Two years had passed, two years without him, two years since they were seen. It was all their fault, those stupid kamen riders. Zach was investigating them and on the night he found them he was found beaten. I couldn't bear to remember him like that, so much blood. Now he just lays here, never to wake up. Stupid kamen riders, thank god their gone.
Trying something different, hence why there's no big AN at the beginning of this. Wanted to see how people would react to just jumping into this. This idea came to me while I was brainstorming ideas for decade, and it just wouldn't go away. So hopefully this'll seem interesting for a my adaptation (or based on) of kamen rider double.