Revenge of A Socialite
Summary: Detective Kinomoto promised herself she would never return to the corrupt life of elites she once lived. But when her father is murdered, she is called in to handle the case, even if that meant she'll be rekindled with an old flame. Question is: who is the murderer?
…Fujitaka Kinomoto sat in the private office at his grand mansion. The man is always at work, despite his over concerning son, Touya, who no matter what never seemed to seize to criticise his father's health issues from lack of rest. A sigh drawled from his lips as Fujitaka opens yet another contract file that had just been signed that day. It seemed that his company was rising in profits, though the media tends to not put it that way. Who actually believe those sad saps anyways? Their idea of a story is to publish false articles decorated by lies, but perceived to be true. Such nonsense!' The bitter thought ran through his mind like a shot of electricity running through a wire circuit.
Fujitaka's head snapped instantly to the phone at the corner of the desk, which rang a surprisingly loud shrill. Who could be ringing at this hour? But with a quick glance at the screen that showed the caller ID, Fujitaka realised it was his head body guard calling. Quickly, his hand reached to answer the phone.
"Hello, Shiroi. Is anything the matter?" Fujitaka's oh so calm voice remarked concern towards the person on the other end.
"Oh, yes sir. I just wanted to say that you have a visitor," then in a knowing voice, he said, "One of your ladies."
That's right, every Thursday Fukitaka would have a particular 'meeting.' But it'd always be at his office at work. Something was not right. The agency never knew of his address, so how did they manage to find where he lived. Hmmm… maybe they finally realised my true identity, despite the false name I've been using. Well, I was disappointed to have had to cancel on them tonight, guess it wouldn't hurt if I had a quickie.
"Yes, ok. Send her up, to my study room." with that said, Fujitaka hanged up the phone, and retrieved it back to its rightful place. He made sure not to say the bedroom, for his wife, Nedishiko was fast asleep. He didn't want to bother her, after all.
Meanwhile awaiting his visitor, the 50 year old man preceded to collect the contracts back into the right files, making sure to put everything away, so nothing was out of place. All the important files were placed in the safe, where as the insignificant contracts were just locked in the draws. With that done, the middle aged man walked towards his cabinet stand on the far right of his office, placed solely on the wall . He peered into the cabinet to choose out of many mixtures of wine that were protected by a glass cover. Finally his eyes settled on one, therefore he unlocked the glass cabinet in-order to get his selected wine.
A few minutes later, after Fujitaka managed to get the wine open, and was now pouring the liquid substance into the two cups from earlier. A knock was heard from the door, which diverted the man's attention, in which his excitement turned into quick anticipation.
"Come in," commanded Fujitaka. Then the door knob turned, as if taking its time, finally caused a click, which in affective opened the door. A small, slim figure dressed in a black satin silk hoody quietly enters the study room. Her head was bowed so to keep face unknown. Though the door was now closed, the figure chose to remain there. Confused, for Fujitaka had never had a girl who've stayed in one place, unwilling to remove from its spot. It's probably her first time. He thought, brushing it aside, he approached the hooded figure, two half full champagne glasses in each of his hands. He stretched his left arm out so to offer the girl a drink. But this did not change her still stance that seemed firmly placed in that exact spot.
The two stood opposite each other, both not moving. Fujitaka's uncertainty finally evident in his facial expression. As if aware of this, the girl began to unbutton her silk gown, separating its covered entity, revealing a pale white female figure that was dressed in nothing but pleasurable black stockings and lingerie. Now this is what I'm talking about. Thought Fujitaka as he began to undo his belt. But then realisation dawned on him when the girl finally removes her hood. The face was recognisable, of course. Yet again the man was faced with confusion. "what the-" but his sentence was cut short for the girl had jabbed a knife straight into his heart. Perfectly that she persisted to not touch any arteries while she was at it. Making this a clean death; no blood was shed. Her lips twisted into a curve, which quickly converted into a wicked smeary snicker that was low but echoed throughout the room. The surprised look remained plastered on the old man's face, but his still eyes evidently expressed his lifeless body's soul slowly departing.
"Finally, I have my revenge. Finally, you get what you truly deserve. FINALLY, YOUR SICKENING PRESENCE WON'T HAUNT ME ANYMORE!" the voice screeched in a spiteful disgusting manner, obviously pleased with her previous act.
Footsteps sounded in the hallways, which snaps the woman out of her happy blissful moment. "Who is that?" it was a man's voice.
"Oh my gosh! Touya! I can't let him see me," the figure glanced around the room, until her sight rested on an open window. As quickly and instantly, the figure climbs out the window. It's appearance disappeared just as quickly as the amount of time it spent in the room.
In the far off distance a loud angry cry could be heard, as the following man was meat with his dead father's body. "NOOOOOOO!"
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I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing on my bedside table. I groaned, for this was the first time my phone had managed to wake me up. I let the ringing continue, leaving it for my answer phone to pick it up instead. When it finally stopped ringing, I sighed in an act of relief, returning back to my beautiful slumber. But unfortunately for me, the person ringing didn't seem to want to give me the light of day, for the annoying phone began ringing again. After three rings I finally gave up, pulling my hands from underneath the covers to pick up the shrieking object beside me.
"WHAT?!" I said menacingly.
"Sakura…" that's Touya's voice. Something is wrong, he sounds sad.
"Oh, hello," I said to my only brother and sibling in the world, that I hadn't had any contact from since about 8 years ago. This must be very serious then. So I got my body to an upright position. "What is it?"
"It's dad," he began, but I didn't want to hear it.
"Whatever he's done, Touya, it has nothing to do with me." I know I'm being bitter, but its not my business. No matter what's happened to him, he probably deserved it in the end.
"He's dead!" Spat Touya. His angry outburst surprised me, and in an instant, a ward of emotions rushed through my mental and physical aspects. I could hear sobbing. Was I crying? No! I'll never cry for that bastard! Realisation kicked in when it finally dawned on me that it was coming from the other line. Touya…
I thought sympathetically. No matter what dad does, or ever did, Touya always saw him as a major hero. As if taking my silence to continue, Touya explained the situation to me. "He was murdered this morning around 2:30 am. I found his body in his study room. The figure managed to escape before I could confront it. From Shiroi's explanation of killer, and the evidence the police gathered from the room, they believe it was a female who killed him." The sobbing never seized to stop though, Touya balled his tears down the phone into my ears.
The sympathy I once held for the man quickly switched into exasperated bother. Why should I care? Whatever happened to Fujitaka is obviously something he deserved! The man was such an evil person! I can't believe mother, and brother for putting up with him. By accepting his treacherous ways they practically encouraged him in his evil actions.
"And you're telling me because…" I said, as if trying to gather a reasonable explanation. Despite the fact that the dead man was my blood relative, sperm donor. Whatever you people want to call it! But I would never call him father! Then there wasn't any use to me why Touya was giving me this sort of information. As if I asked for it anyways.
My long period-time awaited brother, who I have not seen for approximately 8 years gasped out of shock. "I can't believe you, Sakura! How can you be so cruel?" How dare he SNAP at me! I dejected.
"Excuse me!" now I am definitely awake. I allowed my mind to automatically switch into argument action mode. "Have you forgotten the way he treated me… US?! I know you haven't, Touya! But yet you and mom still act like everything is PERFECT! Remember, denial is always the first step into overcoming your problems! All of us couldn't take the way Fujitaka behaved towards us. After what he did, Touya, I thought enough was enough."
"Yes, so you're way of 'overcoming your problems' was by running away! You lied to dad that you was planning to go away to university. Though he was for you going to University, Sakura, he never wanted you to move out. Furthermore, you never actually confronted dad, you just walked out, proud of yourself, if I remember carefully." Touya's declaration brought back memories into my mind, that all those years of ridding them had gone down the drain, for here they were now flooding back as if they were never gone in the first place. But that not all of was true.
"No Touya. That's not all of it. I never told you the full story," I sighed to prepare myself for the confession I had only dreamed of ever having. "I did confront dad, about University and about…" as if contemplating for a while, I finally say it "…Syaoran."
For the second time that morning shock was writing all over Touya's voice through the man's heavy gasp that travelled through the phone and into Sakura's ears. Syaoran Li is the son and heir to Li enterprise and the very popular Li Clan. They were also the Kinomoto's sworn rivals, for Fujitaka completely rejected to have any relations with that family and their business. At the time it was ruled by Li Yelan, Syaoran's mother. Her attitudes towards the Kinomotos was also as mutual a despise as Fujitaka's. But that didn't stop Sakura and Syaoran from having their secret affair behind the two people's backs. It was incredibly difficult, for the bodyguards and 24 hour security the two were placed under only made things more complex. If they were caught by any of their body guards, bribery was used in-order to keep them quiet. The only people who really knew of their affair was their whole family, apart from the said parents. For they needed the trust of their family to commence their affairs. What made matters worse was the arranged marriage Yelan made for Syaoran. At the time, he was engaged to a Meilin Rea, but now, I don't know… In-order for Syaoran to inherit his family fortune, he'd have to be married first.
"What did he do?" Touya finally asked after a long period of silence. But I continued to remain quiet on my end. "Sakura?" Touya was insisting for an answer.
A tear ran down my face, and just as quickly, I wiped it away. "He exiled me from the family." Another few moments of silence, which Sakura saw was Touya's sign for me to continue. "I walked into his office that last day to show him my acceptance letter at UCL in London, England. He was not happy, because it wasn't any of the Universities he selected for me to go to. I told him that to go to this Uni was like my life long dream. We got into a big argument because of that. And then later I blurted it out. I said how he was an incompetent father, especially one who sort to control every aspect of his children's lives," I shuddered at this point. "I remember the chilled reaction of my skin from the hard hit of his backhand, which caused a red mark on my cheeks."
"That's why you never looked at me when you was leaving," said Touya, in realisation.
"Well, yeah," I said.
"Then how did you tell him about Li?" asked Touya, whose interests were completely on my story.
"Because he hit me, I told him that I was never scared of him in the first place. And that his threats had no affect on me, because of his complete ignorance towards me and Li's affairs. The look on his face when I said that was so scary, it chilled me to my socks. But I didn't let him get the satisfaction of seeing me scared. So, he turns his back on me and says that I am no longer a member of his family, that from that day onwards, Fujitaka has no daughter, and if he did, she was dead to him." Everything went silent again, even the clock on my wall seemed to have muted its tick-tick sounds.
"I didn't know that even happened," sighed Touya. He sounds fed up. Well its too late for that, because the man his feelings are currently directed towards, is no longer alive. Touya, you daddy's boy. I thought mockingly. Like you'd ever get the courage to confront Fujitaka no matter what chances you got. "Look Sakura," his voice grabbed my attention again. "I just want to invite you to his funeral. It's your choice if you want to come. The police say that they'll keep hold of the body until the investigation is closed. I was actually going to ask you to detect father's case, but I'm guessing I'd be getting a declination in-reply. So I won't bother."
"Hmmm… you know so well," did humour just escape my lips? Wow, I must miss my big brother so much. I've been alone for so long now, that the thought of someone else's company feels slightly comforting for the first time in a while.
"Haha," Touya's sarcastic laugh brings a smiles to my lips. "Well I have to go, mother's been asleep throughout this whole ordeal. It's a surprise who she can sleep this long! Well take care, Sakura." the line was dead after a quick second later, but I didn't let go of the object placed on my ear. Bye. I thought. I miss you so much big brother. even with the endless tone of a dead phone-call , I couldn't bring myself to say what was in my mind and my heart.
Finally after a while, I finally bring myself to put the phone back on the receiver and I proceed to put myself back under my covers so to recover some last minute sleep with the time I had left before I my alarm clock goes off. But just when I did that, the phone starts ringing again.
Oh God! Did he forget something? I thought I told him I'm not interested!
Anger shot through my veins as I reluctantly picked up the phone on my beside table for the second time this morning.
"Hello?!" I practically barked into my mouthpiece at whoever it was on the other end.
"Detective Kinomoto?" said an unfamiliar voice.
"Yes, this is her."
"This is sergeant Yanakiwa Shinaku, and I'm calling you in regards to the Kinomoto case." said the man.
"Yes, what about it?" I asked. They must know that I obviously have nothing to do with it.
"Since you're the only detective who knows Mr. Kinomoto very well, we was hoping you could lead us in his case." I was silent, I could not gather my voice enough to reject the man. "Hello? Are you still there?"
"Yes I am," I said, regaining my composure. "I'm sorry but I'll have to decline this investigation."
"I don't think you understood me very well. This case is very important to us for it holds some financial and economic sources behind it. Therefore your knowledge is highly significant to us. Basically Miss Kinomoto, we are not asking you, we're telling you. Starting from today, you have been placed head of this case. Conclusively, no other case will be assigned to you without my consent," and with that said, an instant endless tone rang through Sakura's right ear. Sakura was left speechless, her jaw opening and closing like a gawking gold fish.
Well as you can see, after a very long time, I'm back. This time I've taken a turn in the genres I usually write. This idea came to me months ago, but I never knew how to start it. Well I hope you liked it and don't forget to R&R. :D