If anybody noticed, I got the name from the song The Crow & The Butterfly by Shinedown. This story is based off of that song, Sin With A Grin and What A Shame also by Shinedown.

Chapter 2:

Sound of the past

"La la la. La la la." The song again echoed in the night. "Pretty Jay birdy, brother Jay. La la la, the Crow has hunt you here." Robin noticed the change in the words. Night had overcame the station after they had finished dealing with the police. She couldn't sleep, every time she closed her eyes she saw the bright orange pair that had stalked her during the day.

The sound of the pattering of feet and song played through the tunnel once more. "…crow has hunt you here. Hunt for me my dear."

A late traveling train shot past, sending a brief light into the station, and the footsteps and song died away.

"Footstep and song…" Robin then remembered something of her childhood; it was a game among the young girls. The game was similar to 'follow the leader' except they'd follow the leader in dance and song. Every song had to be original and never a repeat. If the leader fell, they lost and the girl next in line would takeover as new leader. The girls had called the game 'footstep and song'.

One little boy played the game with them, although he was younger and could barely walk, the boy would crawl after them and sing. Robin couldn't remember anything about him except that he had big blue eyes and blonde hair. Even though, she had many memories of him.

A lone memory stuck out and caused her to laugh. The girls had let the boy be leader, actually, he had sung a very pretty song…Robin froze.

"All the pretty birdies will come and play."

And he'd point at a pigeon.

"Pretty Pigeon birdy, cousin pigeon. Will you come and play? Play with me, piggey?"

And he'd point at another bird and change the words slightly. By the time he pointed at a crow it had changed greatly.

"Pretty crow birdy, family crow. Today is your day to grow. Grow in the night, don't come for me. Don't let death's wings control me."

Then that crow he pointed at began to chase after a butterfly. He pointed at the insect and continued the song.

"Pretty butterfly, baby butterfly. The crow will hunt you here. The crow will hunt you here, hunt for me my dear."

Robin shivered at the memory. It was the same song, the same tune from her childhood. Someone knew her and wanted her to know that. Who was it? Why? And how was it connected to the case? Robin asked herself all these questions, but, unbeknownst to her; she would know the answers if only she could remember why that particular game of footstep and song had stopped.

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Morning had come and the three went off once again. "I'm going to the library to look up any info that would be helpful to the murder." Mr. Aka said as they departed from the station. Amon nodded his salutations. Robin stayed quiet, disturbed about the song.

Today she and Amon were to walk around Kyoto and search for any signs of the cloaked orange eyed person. Robin had told the two men about how she saw him or her and the feather that fell from the person. She was curious at who this person was and if it was the same one she heard at night, she mused over these thoughts throughout the day that seemed like a blur. Eventually basic human needs snapped her out of her daze.

As Robin left the bathroom, she heard a strange sound. The clink of metal. It sounded like chains clinking together. But, there were no chains around. Then again there was the pitter patter sound of bare feet on concrete.

Robin hurried towards Amon. The sounds followed. "Amon, I think the person is here." She said urgently.

"Why?" Amon asked. The truth was, Robin didn't have an answer, Amon never seemed to hear the songs or the feet, so she had no legit evidence to why she thought what she did.

"Just a feeling." She replied.

They continued on and came to the park where they had found Jay's body. "This is Nicole Patterson Finch from channel nine news." An American reporter was reporting the murder to her viewers back home. She seemed very sure of herself, like what she was saying was the most important thing in the world, very American. "Here is local police officer Hiro Kawasaki, what are your thoughts on the case?"

The officer looked very awkward in front of the camera. He spoke poorly in English. "Well, Miss Feench, it is most strange case I ever see…"

The two walked out of hearing distance. Still the sound of chains and feet followed Robin and continued to follow her all day. She would turn back and never saw anyone, but she swore she could hear the swish of a cloak every time she did so.

Slowly the sun began to set and they headed back to the station. Mr. Aka greeted them and briefed them with what he had found, which was nothing.

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Again, as Robin tried to sleep, a song was sung, footsteps were heard, the swish of a cloak, and chains. "-Finch birdy, sister Finch-" Swish, pat pat, ching, pat. "-The crow will hunt you here…" when Robin finally was able to get to sleep she had nightmares of the reporter with the name of Finch being murdered by the orange eyed cloaked mystery person.

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Robin blinked in the sunlight, even though she had gotten some sleep that night, she still felt exhausted.

"Robin, do you remember that reporter from yesterday?" Amon asked, looking up from the newspaper. Robin nodded, how could she forget? "She turned up dead last night." Not much of a surprise.

"You guys check that out today, I'll go speak with the police." Mr. Aka said.

As the three left the station, a soft sound followed. Swish, pat pat, ching, pat.