Red Maple Leaf
Chapter 2: Child's mind
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The next morning I woke up bright and early, mostly because I couldn't sleep I was to excited. It was...umm four am, only six hours until I have to arrive at work. How oh how was I going to spend all that extra time?
Oh I know! I'll go visit my new friends Don and Trench Coat Man. Maybe this was why many of my friends placed a restriction order against me.(a/n oh sorry I forgot what that order was called when you ban someone from going near you, so I'll just call it a restriction order, okay?) Because, I always visited them at four o'clock in the morning. I couldn't go within a two mile radius of one of my formal best friends before. That was pretty hard considering I sat two seats away from her in my American History in seventh grade. But oh well, that was the past, this is the present, or future. Wait now is the present, and later is the future, so is when I'm going to visit Don, the future or present? Oh I don't know.
I went to my dresser to get my clothing. Than proceeded to my small bathroom to get dressed and take a shower, wait no the other way around take a shower first than get dressed. When I was done with my normal morning routine, I went to the kitchen, to replace Poke's water and food. I put enough in there so she would have enough to eat for the entire day until I got back from work, so she doesn't starve to death. Honestly she probably eats more than I do. Getting my coat, and purse I left. I didn't bother to bring the umbrella. If it rained I would just go hide under a bridge or something. I could use my awesome blending powers to blend in with the hobos that live under a bridge near my house.
Today was even colder than yesterday; I could actually see my own breath today. All the cars had frost on them, which I'm pretty sure they didn't have yesterday. Zippering up my coat, I began walking at my normal rate. My converses didn't make much noise when I took a step, so it was dead quiet. Probably because it was still four thirty in the morning and no one was awake yet. I wonder if Don or Trench Coat Man was awake yet, hmm I hope they don't get mad at me because I came so early. Or that I came at all, I was sure that my invitation was only going to last for yesterday, oh well.
Every light was out, unlike yesterday night, when it was all so bright. It was not dark right now; the sun was just beginning to rise above the horizon of city buildings. But it wasn't all to bright either. It was so lonely thinking about the emptiness it made me think of the song 'Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day'. It's all sad and lonely, except in the music video, he wasn't lonely because everyone was there with him, or at least pasting him. But they were there. See this is what I feel, like everyone is there, but not there they're all sleeping in their homes, maybe snoring a little, but that's not my point. My point is when you don't see anyone and your the only one there you feel all alone. Ok my point is a little hard to get out to everyone, but still there's a reason why I brought my point up.
The hotel sat with an empty feeling on the edge of my sight, not like yesterday where everything seemed alive, it all just seemed sadder. The lobby today, was so empty. There was a receptionist that looked like she could have used a good sleep right about now. She had a light shadows under her eyes that indicated lack of sleep, though hers couldn't hold up to Don's bags. His took years of non sleep to achieve. She saw me but ignored me, as I slowly made my way to the elevator. Ok, what floor was he on? We stopped on the forty-ith ding, so I put pressed the button that had the number forty imprinted on it. It glowed a bright orange, than the doors slowly closed, making the picture of the tired receptionist disappear.
The elevator started moving up again making my stomach uneasy, and I hadn't even eaten anything yet. I don't normally eat anything until three in the afternoon, my lunch break. My head spun and my legs wobbled. I laid onto the rough carpeted floor to keep from getting dizzier, so I wouldn't vomit on the floor, laying down always helped what ever sickness life threw at me. It would have been hilarious if the elevator stopped on a floor, and someone came in to see me lying on the floor like this. It would have been even funnier if they made me stood up and I vomited on them. XD
Not soon enough, the elevator's horrible music finally stopped, and my head stopped spinning. And there was a sharp Ding, and the door opened. The peachy cream color of the wallpaper, and matching color and pattern of the carpet came to my line of sight. It was pretty in a way, but peach was too old grandma-ish for me. Ok, from the elevator, I took fifty-four steps, and the doors are six steps apart. I took my normal strides fifty-four times, until I was nine doors away from the elevator. I ended up in front of room 4090. Sighing that I didn't mess that up, I knocked on the door lightly.
"Room Service" I called in a muscular tone. The door opened a crack to reveal a single eye.
"I'm sorry I'm afraid you're mistaken we didn't order roo... Kasumi Chan? Why... how? Never mind that, come in before someone sees you out there." The elderly voice of Trench Coat Man said in frustration. He opened the door just enough to let me in, than closed it immediately.
"Why the haste Trench Coat Man?" I asked plopping down onto the chair I sat in yesterday.
"Assume Chan how did you find the suite?" He asked gravely.
"I may act hyper active on the outside, but I'm not mentally retarded you know. I'm plenty smart, I counted all the dings from yesterday when I was laying on the floor, and I calculated how many steps I took yesterday and how many steps are in between each door. This room was as easy to find as a needle in a haystack, and no I didn't mean it was hard to find."
"Hmm, your calculations are quite impressive." Someone said behind me. I turned around to see Don emerging from one of the back rooms, I assumed were all bedrooms, because they all had a bed inside. I looked up at Don, his hair was even messier today than it was yesterday.
"Hello Don, how are you this morning, I hope I didn't just wake you up,"
"Hmm, I've been up for a while now, you just gave me a reason to come out of my room." He said quietly, gently balancing a laptop on his arm, and a dirty dish on the other. He handed the dirty dish to Trench Coat Man, than perched over on the seat he took yesterday. "Why are you here Kasumi Chan?"
"I missed you guys so I came back to visit you." I said sheepishly, with a grin. "Hey umm I forgot your name so can I continue calling you Don?"
"I suppose if you'd like, considering that it's safest if you intend to keep 'visiting' us, even without an invitation, and I should ask you to refrain from using my real name in public. And may I ask that you not tell anyone that you have met me." He said, with a concentrated look on the lap top screen. I slowly crept behind him to see what he was so concentrated on. There was a video screen, on the right top, it said live in right red letters. On the screen two people were sitting there like in CSI Miami. With a sheepish grin, I remembered when I use to love those shows.
"Are they being investigated?" I asked pointing at a boy and a girl sitting in the screen over Don's head. He gave a quick nod as he pressed a button numerous times, than the volume suddenly blared out of the laptop built in speakers. I screamed slightly, than calmed down when I found out what made the sudden talking. I was scared; I thought there was a ghost in this joint. "You shouldn't turn on noise like that," You said seriously.
"I did it, don't blame Yuki/Haru," the two screens said together.
Don's eyes widened and stared creepily at the screen." They are both the prime suspects for a murder of five high school students." He said slowly," But the problem is they both admitted to the crime."
I studied the screen closer," What's the girl's name?" I asked.
"Umm, Yuki" Don answered glimpsing at a folder.
"Hmm, what relationship are they in together right now?"
"They are both dating." He answered, staring at you with a questioning eye.
"Than it means, the boy killed them, and he's covering up for the girl." I concluded.
"How so?" Don asked still keeping a close stare at you.
"Well when ever the investigator mentions the girls name, the boy clenched his hand into a fist, and gets defensive. But whenever The other investigator mentions the boy's name to the female suspect she doesn't even flinch, which means she doesn't have as much pressure pressed on her as the boy has." You concluded," Can you some how contact the person investigating the boy now?"
"Hmm, Yes but why?"
"Tell them to mention the girl's name again, than watch the boy's reaction."
Don slipped out a slim blue cell phone, and quickly dialed a few digits, he held it a safe distance away from his ear in a gentle way. Like if he held it to close with to much pressure it was going to explode or something." Yes, hello can you please mention the second suspect's name again to the boy? And please try not to be to obvious about it"
On the screen I saw the investigator pull out her cell phone, just when Don dialed. Don hung up, the investigator followed suit.
"So, Haru we both know Yuki had killed the five students so why don't you just confess now and save us another hour or two." The female investigator said calmly. And like I guessed the boy's fingers clenched into a tight fist, turning his knuckles a clear white color.
"She didn't do it, STOP BLAMING HER. I DID IT!" He screamed.
"It seems you were correct," Don said with a finger to his lips as he continue to study the screen,"But we don't have any physical evidence as to how he killed the innocent students."
You thought for a moment."Threaten him by saying that were going to send his girlfriend to jail if we don't have evidence to prove that he's really the one who killed them. He'll tell you any piece of evidence he's got." you said simply.
"I would have never go about it like that, but I suppose that's a much simpler plan than what I had planned." He said biting on his thumb nail.
"Hey Don, are you a detective?"
"I suppose I could tell you the truth, yes I am a detective, but please try to keep that to your self."
"I bet you're a really good detective, but you think too much of it, try to relax and think of stuff that's obvious, and right under your nose." You said putting a hand on his shoulder. He flinched and placed a thumb and fore finger on your wrist; he gentle peeled your hand off of him, and dropped it to your side.
"I'll consider your advice, but please refrain from touching me when not necessary," He said boringly. "And you should also learn to see things with more detail, problems are never always as simple as you suspect. You will need to use your mind more."
"HEY! Are you implying something buster?" I asked with a frown," I use my mind plenty, if you didn't just notice I just solved one of your crimes for you!"
"Because it was a child game, and you are child like, and so concluding you are most likely able to think like the suspects." he said smugly.
"So you're implying that you're stupider than a child?" I asked smirking. He remained quiet, with a finger to his lips.
"HA, point one for the child, ZERO points for Don of the Mafia." I screamed making a zero sign with your fingers, than shoving it in his face.
"Must you be so childish?"
"I'd rather be childish than an old croup like you!" I screamed, pointing an accuse finger, at his nose.
"Ice cream?"
"AHH! Oh Trench coat name it's only you," You sighed dramatically," You scared the freak out of me, you shouldn't sneak up on people like that, especially when they're in an argument."
"Terribly sorry, Ice cream?" He asked again, he handed Don an Ice Cream Cone.
Don't mooch, don't mooch. I thought in my head, but the ice cream cone he held under my nose was so tempting. Don't mooch don't mooch. "OK!"I screamed my mind lose the battle to my taste buds, and the buttery taste of Butter Scotch Ice Cream. I have lost the battle, but I WON"T lose the war! I thought loudly in my mind.
"Cake?" He asked, handing you a plate, equipped with a slice of cake and a fork.
"Nnnn, YES!"I said quickly taking the plate. Don stared at me, while eating his own cake and ice cream. "Take a picture it'd last longer." I said as sweetly as I could muster.
Than out of no where came a bright flash, blinding me in the process.
"I"M BLIND! OH GOD I CAN'T SEE I'M BLIND BLIIINNNDDDD,"I screamed, waving my hands around, knocking over what I guessed was a table. I flopped down onto the fuzzy white carpeted floor and covered my eyes with my palm, breathing deeply I calmed myself down. I pulled my hand away from my eyes, as a few tears rolled slowly down my pale cheeks. "I'm fine." I announced, grabbing the ice cream cone from the table that I left it on. I started licking, but was stopped when I noticed the strange stared that emitted from Trench Coat Man and Don. "What?" I whimpered. "Oh My GOD! IS there a spider on my head?" I brushed my head a few times, making my hair stand up from static electricity.
"Are you okay?" Trench Coat Man asked sincerely.
"Oh yeah I'm fine, I just can't look into bright sudden bright lights," I said taking another lick of my ice cream. I looked around, than noticed the table. "Oh, I'm sorry about the table." I said quietly standing up, to pick up the table. Everything was normal when I came back, except for a few glances I caught coming from Don. "Oh yeah, WHAT the hell was that light?" I asked, stuffing my mouth full of the cake. He picked up a digital camera and through it to me. I caught it before it plunged into my head, and looked at the screen. There was a picture of me waving my hands around with my eyes tightly closed a few tears at the tip of my chin. "HAHA, I look funny!" I laughed handing the camera back to him.
"Kasumi Chan, can I ask you a question?" Don asked his finger to his mouth.
"Sure, anything." I said happily licking my lce cream up like a dog would to water.
"Are you albino?" He asked.
"Well my mother had mentioned once that she was half albino, so I guess that makes me like thirty-five percent albino," I said brightly, this time taking a big bright out of my cone.
"Hmm," He sighed quietly, biting his thumb.
"No one had asked me that since my sophomore year in high school," I said quietly, "I guessed no one noticed enough to say anything. "You said sadly, but brightening up the next second, "Why do you ask Don-kun?"
"Because you have very light blonde hair, and your eyes are a very unusual light blue, almost grey, and you are abnormally pale. The aspects that most people don't have." he said, quietly.
"You shouldn't be talking you're even paler than I am." I said defensively, pointing a finger at his almost white as paper skin. He smiled lightly, not the creepy smile I had seen; it was kawaii in a way.
Finishing your helping of cake and ice cream, you left for work, this time finding your way down to the lobby was less of a hazard considering I wasn't blind folded this time.
"I'll come back after work!" I chimed in a soprano pitch.
"We hope you don't" Don said rudely.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY MISTER?!"I screamed advancing toward his hunching body. He stayed unmoved, and just shoved his hands into his pockets.
"We will be waiting for your return," Trench Coat Man said chuckling, saving Don from a smack on the head. Retreating from the hotel suite, I waved good bye to the hunchback and Mario Twin. I skipped down to the lobby, without a worry in my mind. My two best friends are so nice, I thought eagerly. This time all that happened was I tripped on the edge of a rug, and laid down on the elevator to refrain from barfing, which was an improvement for me.
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