The Day when the sparrows flew.

Note:

前説

- maestetsu

- prologue; introduction; warm up.

前

- infront or before

説

- opinion, rumor, theory, explanation

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前説

Mourning.

Looking from afar, I watch them and their* act as they grieve. It was subtle but they* had been lying as of the moment.

It wasn't a shock for me, the deceased man is infuriating as he can be. Everyone knows his ways, and he knew it will come sooner or later. If I didn't know better, the man could be a psychic.

Akashi Seijuro, 29 years old, a successful and feared business man was murdered at Teiko middle school's gym as of 23:45 on Sunday.

The man had been eating death threats. However no one can escape death, and so is Akashi. Nevertheless, anyone could be a suspect, except from one thing Akashi did before he let out his last breath.

I couldn't help but to be mortified at the scene, it wasn't all gore. Actually the crime scene is so clean, except for Akashi's heart that went missing.

Nonetheless, what made me mortified is the fact that Akashi already knew the plan, yet he somehow trusted or already knew his murderer, still he went with that person.

Akashi knew he is going to die, yet all he did was to write a note for me. It made me realize that this is a game.

But why?

A chase?

A hide and seek?

Or a game of chess?

A dead person made a game and I am ( the one he chose) here to solve it.

Glaring at the curse note he left, I couldn't help to smirk for I knew this is going to be interesting.

Plus, I will inherit all his wealth if I solve this.

説

Now.

Five men, a woman, and their colleagues were eerily silent at their seats.

I can still remember how they reacted when they got the news. They* could get an Oscar for it.

Remembering the note and the few evidences I got from the what he could say a treasure hunt. I let out a smirk as I made my way to greet them formally.

"Good day, everyone and long time no see." I said with a smile. I note every expression they had, when they saw me.

"Let me formally introduce myself. I'm Imayoshi Shouichi, the head invistigator of this case. Oh, and that is Hanamiya "Hana-chan" Makoto, my assistant." I said with a smile.

o.o.o.o

TBC

Sigh... I know I rarely update, and haven't finished a fic. (Wait I have one, though*) I'm not the type to abandon any, so to write a new one is a big deal for me.

I don't know, if I am depressed or what, but writing and reading stories really helps me a lot, like a stress reliever. Being an adult is tougher than I imagine, I even realize that I am either asexual, or too oblivious, or just apathetic.

So this is it, hope you like it and the sporadic updates. Whether you fancy reading this story or loathe it, I just write to take out my frustration.

This is how I paint (knb*) adulthood in their dark side.

Note: I'M NOT GOING TO GENDERBENT ANY OF THE CHARACTERS. (So there are hints of homosexuality and infidelity in here*) So just hints.

Genre: mystery and crime, (deceits, lies, murder, etc.)

Actually I now live at what they call the downtown*. It is dangerous, but the rent is the cheapest as it can be for a unit in a apartment building. So it inspired me to write this. Also coz my next-door neighbor (a drug dealer*) actually murdered ( slaughtered*) someone and everyone is afraid to speak.

But then lot of decent and cheapskate people live here.