Chapter 4: And So We Meet
Hisaye learned she had been asleep for two days straight while she had been in her nightmare. After learning that fact the time had gone by so slowly. It was so far away yet so close to her meeting time with Kira, with Fumito. She wondered how much he had changed in the time she had not seen him. But that shouldn't matter that much because the fact was he was Kira. She was so sure about it that she felt like just going to his house. She would not get ahead of herself though because she was not 100 percent sure. How much time did she have left till she met him? Her crimson eyes shifted to the clock on her laptop and saw it was 2: 30 PM…only a half hour left? Seriously? It was still too far away for her liking. She was very eager to meet Kira because the quicker the better for ending him. It would stop supporters from reemerging and starting to give power to him again. Her thoughts suddenly shifted from the case as she thought to herself, she did have a half hour left. Maybe she could go outside, for once, and go to someplace nearby. Yeah, that would be a good time waster; she would go to someplace nearby and then return to the Prince Hotel. In the days after she had waken up from her nightmare, Hisaye had moved and was now in a room in the Prince Hotel. Boy was she having a fun time getting the money…She was, after all, only 16 and she and her mother hadn't exactly been even average when they had been in the apartment. Good had made just enough for them to get by, and though Hisaye wanted badly to help her, her mother had always pushed her help away. She had told Hisaye to just go out and be a young, happy teen and to have fun. Hisaye could understand why since her mother had not been able to have fun when she was little. So Hisaye merely listened instead of argued and let her mother work. Though she had hated letting her mother do it all…
Hisaye had walked out of the hotel and down the street, turning the corner to catch in her gaze a familiar sight. Her crimson eyes slightly widened but a feeling of mischief washed over her. A smirk spread across her face as she moved in on the figure, eyes suddenly glowing with a childish glow. Her steps were silent due to her having no shoes but also because she was trying to be stealthy and make as little noise as possible. She didn't want to give her position away. It wasn't like the person knew she was following after anyways. But it was fun to try and be like a ninja or something sometimes. It was just a remainder of her childhood personality, the wanting to play games. Though, Hisaye usually liked to play by herself. Fumito had been her only exception to that feeling. With a few more steps she suddenly leapt forward and wrapped her arms tightly around the man.
"UNCLE MATSU!" She yelled in a childish, excited tone which was highly unusual for her. But it was Matsuda, the one who often watched her during the first Kira case. She had grown up calling him Uncle Matsu and the habit had not strayed till this day.
Apparently she had surprised him and he didn't recognize her at first. He had flailed and shouted something about knowing karate or something like that. But slowly she felt him relax as her voice registered in his mind as someone he knew. Someone he had known ever since she was a little girl. Someone who had clang to him and asked him to feed her, to play with her, and someone who had cared for him deeply as if he were her father. But no, nobody would ever gain that much affection from Hisaye. Nobody would ever gain the respect and admiration she held for the man whom she had never met and merely heard stories about from her mother. But she knew they were true stories, she could see it in her mother's eyes.
"Hisaye!" The name escaped his lips in a rush as he turned, grabbing her shoulders and pulling himself so he was facing her. "You've grown so tall!"
Before she knew it his arms had wrapped around her body as he pulled her close to him. Great…more hugs…She was definitely thrilled about that. But despite the embrace she felt an inward joy for finding Matsuda again. He was someone she wanted in her life as a friend and family-esque being.
"Hey Uncle Matsu," Hisaye responded as her once dead-looking eyes sparkled with a childish tint. Being with him always made her feel like a child again and she enjoyed that. "Its been a long time."
"Years," Matsuda agreed and looked like he was about to hug her again. Though he had seen the cringe she gave and stopped himself from doing so. He knew Hisaye was never that fond of hugs or affection in general. She just tolerated it for those close to her. Especially for her mother, Hisaye would tolerate anything for her mother.
"What have you been up to, Uncle Matsu?" Hisaye gazed at him curiously. She didn't know because she had never thought about looking into it. She had actually sort of forgotten about him for a long while. He had been nothing but a childhood memory after the age of 5. But he was back now and could possibly help her out…
"Actually, I've become chief!" Matsuda responded adding some enthusiasm to his voice for Hisaye. Hisaye had known him as the laid back, happy Matsuda that liked to goof off. But after the Kira case and what happened with Light and all…Matsuda had changed. He had become less goofy and much more serious and calm. Though he did still have his moments where he didn't exactly think correctly on everything. His views wouldn't be really accurate and would mostly be a 'wish' as Ide had once put it.
"Oh wow, that's really cool, Uncle Matsu," Hisaye responded though since she usually spoke in a monotone it didn't sound as enthusiastic as she wanted it to be. But he could tell when she was sincere about something or not. "I've had a lot going on for me lately…" Yeah, that was a fact. Her mother was murdered by a psycho and she was about to meet that psycho in about oh, 10 minutes? "Have you heard about the new Kira crawling around?"
"Yeah, I have…" Matsuda frowned, "I've been looking into it as much as I can on my own. It seems one Kira dies and another just reappears, huh?"
"Yes, Kira seems to have become a name that anyone can claim as their own now," Hisaye replied, eyes slightly darkening. "This is actually kind of insulting to the first Kira." And her father. "I'll make sure to stop him…" She whispered absent-mindedly.
"W-what? Hisaye, what do you mean by that?" Matsuda blinked his brown eyes and gazed at the teenager. His hands moved and grabbed her shoulder, which startled her from her thoughts and made her look at him. "Hisaye, you're not involved in this case, are you?"
"Of course I am," Hisaye responded, the sparkle in her eyes suddenly gone. She had her old, emotionless dead-looking gaze back.
"Hisaye, are you crazy? You're only 16! What does your mother think about this!?" Good…someone who had become Matsuda's best friend. He would not forget the shy, kind brunette. The one who he had actually grown fond of but she had only seen him as a friend. Before Hisaye was born he had told her he'd take care of her if something happened. He wouldn't let anything bad happen to Hisaye and he wasn't going to let it happen now. Even when she grew even older as long as he was around he had promised he'd take care of her.
"Good is dead, Matsuda," Hisaye replied, but winced inwardly at how bland she had sounded. Like she didn't care at all that her mother had died. It was a force of habit that she spoke like that but she hated that it sounded like it. Hisaye cared deeply that her mom was dead but her voice made her sound like she just brushed it off already. That was not and would never be the case. "Kira shot her."
"What…?" Matsuda felt as if his heart had stopped beating for a few moments. Good was dead? Shot by Kira? "Good-chan was…"
"Shot by Kira, yes," Hisaye responded and almost cringed. She sounded so uncaring she wanted to slap herself. It was still a habit that she didn't think she could break, though. But she knew Matsuda knew she loved her mother. But if anyone else where to hear her talk like this they probably would feel she was heartless. Who knows? Maybe Hisaye was heartless and she just pretended she wasn't. Maybe deep down she did have a black heart. "I'm going to stop Kira, Uncle Matsu. I promise." She stepped back to get herself out of his grip, "this case interests me. So I'm going to solve it."
"I see…" There was no point in arguing, Hisaye wouldn't listen to him. She was stubborn…so much like her father. All he could do is wish her luck and hope for the best. "Well…I look forward to you catching Kira, Hisaye." He gave her a soft smile, "and if you ever need help, you know where to find me."
"I'll keep that in mind," Hisaye responded with a nod and she began to turn around. "I have to go now, it's time."
"Time for what…?" Matsuda blinked.
"For me to meet Kira," Hisaye responded and then not another word was spoken as she disappeared into the crowd.
Stepping inside the hotel it was only moments before 3 PM, and it seemed as soon as she stepped in and walked about 5 feet something told her to turn around. So Hisaye stopped and slowly turned her crimson eyes shifting toward the door. Though he was much older she would recognize him anywhere. His green-colored hair was still the same style it had been as a child but a bit longer. His amber eyes filled with a wary look but also one of curiosity as they skimmed around the empty lobby. Features on his face did not hold the childish look as they once had but it was no mistaken that they had once been that. It was him, her best friend, her now greatest enemy, it was Fumito. It was Kira…
"Hello," She spoke to catch is attention and let his wandering eyes rest upon her. It had turned 3 PM as soon as she had spoken, right on time. "I am H. Yazuki, Fumito…it's a pleasure." Her crimson eyes gazed at his face, but she had to hold back a look of confusion. His lifespan was clear…how was that possible? She was sure he was Kira, positive. But how was he avoiding these eyes of her's?
Looks like the game is going to get more interesting after all…
He had not expected this at all. He was not a he but a she! H was a female! Fumito's gold eyes stared at her with a surprised gaze. He recognized her! She was the teen that had been with the shinigami-eyed woman he had shot at least a week ago. But she couldn't be old enough to be a detective, could she? Did she know he was Kira? How could she have figured that one out, though? Meeting this girl was suddenly making him think hard. There were so many questions in his head right now that it wasn't funny. He had to get answers somehow…
"Um…" Fumito had merely been able to respond to her. He wasn't exactly sure what to say at first. The shock of the detective's gender had thrown him off. Also for the fact this girl was about his age and probably still in high school or was supposed to be. But he quickly got himself back together, "hello, H…it's nice to meet you." He didn't have to move before it was she who walked forward so he extended his hand. Then she did something…weird. She grabbed it with two fingers and shook it instead of just grabbing it and shaking it. Strange girl…but he sort of liked it. He liked the fact it was a female, a young female, and not some old man.
"It's Mizuno, Hisaye," Hisaye smiled gently at Fumito and watched his reaction. He may have thought she didn't catch it but his eyes got a spark of surprise. But anyone who knew that Kira could kill with a name and face would be surprised. Hisaye was not sure how many people had been able to figure this out. Some may have and others may have not. Did it merely depend on how into the Kira case one was? Hisaye thought back to their childhood and recalled Fumito's mother, Ival. That woman hadn't seemed to care all that much on the case, but had Fumito? Hisaye had only seen him at the park; she had never gone to his home. Ival was a woman who was strict, though. If she had no interest then most likely Fumito hadn't been allowed to watch about it. But maybe he had heard from classmates? Hisaye continued to think about Ival, that woman hadn't been too fond of her. At least, Hisaye hadn't thought so. "Now, let's head to the room, shall we?" With a quick, graceful turn she slouched and stuffed her hands within her pockets, walking toward the elevator. Going to try and kill me, Kira? Go for it. I'll be watching.
Did she really just give me her name? I didn't think she was that dumb, but maybe she's not. I don't know how much she knows about the Kira case. So that means I can't kill her right now. I'll find out what she knows about the Death Note, if anything, and then kill her if she knows nothing. If she does know about it, chances are that she just gave me a false name. Though I'd really love to dispose of her right now…even if she knows nothing I may keep her around. She seems like someone who would be fun to play this game with for a while. A small smile spread across Fumito's features as he followed the slouched teen. Something in the back of his mind nagged him about her, though. He just couldn't place what it was. He felt like she was familiar from somewhere other then when he had murdered her mother. But he could've sworn he'd never seen her in his life until that day. It was too bad he was dead wrong.
Hisaye led Fumito into the elevator to the 5th floor and to her room. She had kept her crimson eyes basically glued to him and every movement she had caught. Now at the door to the hotel room, a soft chuckle escaped her lips.
"I lied," she said suddenly, looking back at him as her eyes sparkled with a dark look.
"Excuse me?" Fumito arched a brow at her. "Lied about what?"
"My name," Hisaye responded, now looking expressionless again. "Call me Hisaye for an alias. But Kira cannot kill me. As I have no true name to give."
"Eh?" Fumito stared at her, no name? Nothing to kill her by? He had a face but he didn't have a name to write down. She had no name! That was quite a shock to him, but was she lying? She didn't look like she was lying this time. She looked…nothing…no emotion at all was conveying from her. So he truly had not a clue what was going through her mind at this moment. "That's interesting…then were you testing me?"
"Yes, and so far you pass," Hisaye responded and opened the door, walking into the rather small room. At first you'd think you were walking into a closet that had a door which led to the bathroom, and then another door across from it that had a closet. But then there was the door directly ahead which would open up to where two queen-sized beds were against the wall to the left of the door. A TV was placed perfectly in the middle of the two beds against the wall opposite of the one the beds were pressed against in a vertical fashion. Between the two beds was a nightstand that had a radio build into it as well as the temperature controls. A phone, lamp, clock, and pad and pen lay on top of the nightstand. To the left of the TV was a table stretching horizontal to the wall and one chair and on that table was Hisaye's laptop as well as the tea packets and maker the hotel left. Then there was a large window that opened horizontally in two sections on the wall opposite the door Hisaye and Fumito were at, basically across the room. The blinds were closed right now, not letting in an ounce of sunlight. In the corner on the wall where the beds were placed was a small armchair and lastly to the right of the TV along the wall was a white bench. Basically the entire room w as white except the black TV and clock. It sometimes reminded Hisaye of what an asylum room might look like.
"So far?" Fumito threw her a skeptical look as he removed his shoes and placed them in the closet. Hisaye had no shoes to begin with, meaning she needed not worry for that. He watched as she hopped onto the second bed, which was closest to the window, and assumed a rather weird posture. She was sitting with her knees pulled up to her chest, her thumb being lightly nibbled on by her teeth. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Who's to say I won't test you again?" Hisaye sounded as if she had a slight tinge of amusement in her voice. As if she was toying with him, turning the tables of his game on him. There would be a lot of that, she guessed, if he were Kira. They'd both try to turn the tables on each other in any way possible, constantly. "I like to test people."
"Right…" Fumito watched Hisaye, commenting inwardly that she was strange. Everything about her was strange, but not repulsing. It was actually sort of…comforting…in a weird way. She was not like those other girls at school that tried to use their cute words and good looks to get what they wanted. She had not done any of that rather she had used a trick. He felt like she had done this before to him once in his life, but he didn't know her up till now. Didn't he? Fumito shook his head, thinking he must be crazy to doubt that, and moved to a bed. He sat on the second one, gazed at the young teen. "Do you use the grading scale or pass or fail?" Teasing, of course, just a joke he couldn't resist.
"Oh, I use the grading scale," Hisaye replied, and she sounded dead serious. Which made him question, was she? Did she seriously use a grading scale? "Hm, you look as if you're questioning that, Fumito-san. I am telling the truth, I use a grading scale." He swore he saw another glimmer of amusement in her eyes, and he knew that should've been a sign she was teasing. But he wasn't too sure on that.
"How old are you, Hisaye?" Fumito arched a brow at her, "not to be offensive or anything. I'm sure curious."
"Seize," Hisaye replied in a tongue that Fumito didn't know. "Et vous?"
"Pardon?" Fumito asked, really confused by what she had just said. "What did you say, Hisaye?"
"J'ai dit que j'ai seizes ans en Français," Hisaye responded, which made him conclude she was speaking French, a language he didn't know.
"Um…" Fumito wasn't exactly sure how to respond. So he just shrugged and took a leap of faith. "I'm 17 years old. I turn 18 next year in September."
"Ah, félicitations," Hisaye replied and smirked, taking in the satisfaction he didn't know what she was saying. But she was sure he could eventually guess. "I am a year junior."
"So you're 16, then? Are you in school?" Fumito's eyes slightly widened. She should still be in high school! What was she doing playing detective?
"I graduated already," Hisaye responded, shrugging, "it wasn't that hard. School was so boring because there was no challenge to it. I often just slept in class."
"That's amazing…"
"Really? I never saw it as much…"
Someone graduating at 16 wasn't exactly known to happen too often. How could she not see it as much? Fumito frowned at her and knew now that she was intelligent. Very intelligent. He would have to work hard to stay one step ahead of her.
"Hey, Fumito." Her voice startled him out of his thoughts and he realized just how close she really was. Her face was leaned in so close he wondered why he hadn't noticed it before. He swore there was hardly a millimeter between them. He, for a moment, wondered if she knew the meaning of personal space. She probably did but does that mean she was going to follow that policy? Nope.
"Um, yes Hisaye?" Fumito asked and blinked, trying to lean away a bit from her. But it seemed he couldn't escape, her crimson eyes held his gold ones in a trap. What was she trying to figure out? It was not obvious since her eyes were so blank and dead-looking but he was assuming she was trying to find something. Some piece of information that was hidden somewhere deep down in the crevasses of his mind. She was trying to dig it out, to uproot it, so she could have an answer to some unasked question. Whatever it was he hadn't a clue but she still persisted, boring her crimson eyes into his gold ones.
"Have you ever seen me before? Anywhere? At all? Am I within your memory except for this meeting right now?" Hisaye leaned even closer, watching his eyes. Her own seemed to glimmer a bit with a hint of knowing to throw him off. She figured his answer and she didn't truly like it on the inside.
"Anywhere…?" Fumito repeated and blinked, thinking back. He suddenly did recall once that he had seen her. She had been in her last year of school in his school when he had been a year before last! He hadn't spoken to her much but had accidently almost hit her with a tennis ball once.
"Hit the ball already C'mon Fumito quit daydreaming!"
"Alright, alright," Fumito muttered and threw the ball into air. Watching it intently he prepared himself and swung. Unfortunately he hit it right over the fence and watched as it flew millimeters past a teenage girl who was bending down to get her own tennis ball that had gone over.
"Ha! My point, but also now you have to go get it, Fumito."
"Yeah, yeah, I know, even if it wasn't my fault you'd still make me go get it," Fumito grumbled. He set his racket down and headed for the gate, opening it and exiting the tennis court. He jogged toward the ball but also toward the female he had almost hit. He owed her an apology because a tennis ball at a high speed going past you millimeters from your face could be a bit unnerving. "Hey!" He called to the dark-haired female as she stood, back to him, holding her tennis ball. Hopefully he hadn't put her in some state of shock or something. Slowing his pace to a walk he walked past her and to the tennis ball, bending down and picking it up. Then he turned back to her, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for the tennis ball almost hit you…"
He suddenly felt strange as his gold eyes met crimson ones that looked dead or dull. They were watching him intently as if to bore into his mind. A small flicker of surprise seemed to appear in them or was it recognition? But looking at the strange looking girl he couldn't place a name but she did seem…familiar.
"Um…" he started again after the long silence of staring, "again, I apologize. We'll be more careful next time." He gave a small smile, and then walked past her quickly. He felt so…weird…around her and he didn't even know her. But something just kept egging at him that he did. But where? Thinking back he couldn't place her anywhere…maybe he'd just heard her name or something somewhere around school.
"Hisaye!" Fumito stopped and looked back to see a blonde running toward the girl. Hisaye? Was that her name? He realized she was staring back at him and felt a shiver run through him. What was that look in her eyes…? Shaking his head and deciding not to think on her anymore, Fumito went back to his court where his friend was, impatiently, waiting.
"Didn't you go to the high school I was in at one time?" Fumito asked though the answer was obvious. There was no way there could be a copy of her, it was the teenager he had almost hit with a tennis ball. But he still felt as if there was more to her question then what she was letting on.
"Ah, yes, I remember that," Hisaye mused, placing her thumb to her lips. "That was a sort of disturbing experience. I don't particularly enjoy being hit with tennis balls. It sort of hurts…but is that all?" She lowered her hand and leaned a bit closer, staring straight into his eyes.
Fumito frowned, what was it she wanted? What was the answer she was looking for? There seemed to be a small amount of hope in those eyes of hers. But for what reason was this? He wanted to figure it out but he could hardly see anything about her from her eyes. They were blocked off by the deadness that lingered in them. He wondered if her eyes had always been so expressionless. "Yes, that's all."
"Oh," Hisaye sounded a bit disheartened and frowned, drawing away from him. This made him give a small sigh of relief because it was strange for someone to be that close when asking questions. "Alright then…onto the Kira case talk now, then." Why did he swear he heard a small tinge of sadness in her voice? Maybe he was just hearing things because he wanted to break into her mind how it seemed she could break into his. But with those eyes of hers it was pretty impossible. For her, "the gateway to the soul is the eyes" did not apply.
"Are you aware of Kira's killing pattern?" Hisaye asked but did not stop to allow him to answer. "Ever since he first appeared it has been the same. One victim per day on week one and on week two he killed two victims per day. He's following his killings according to what week he has been around. It's an interesting pattern and nobody would notice it for a few weeks which could give him a head start on learning how to use his weapon. It seems he has learned a lot already. But this also gives away that he's not intent on being "God" like the others. He doesn't have a God-complex. This is all just a game to him, a challenge to me." Her eyes shifted toward him, "and I accepted the challenge."
Fumito heard something else behind her words but he couldn't truly place it. He wondered what that hidden tone meant but he could guess on that later. Right now Hisaye was speaking and he didn't want to seem distracted. He was quite amazed, actually, on how she was pinpointing all this. It was right on target. That was amazing but could also be a bit bad in the future if she continued on like this. He'd have to find ways to distract her and slow her down. "Why was the challenge to you…?" He asked slowly.
"Because Kira killed my mother," Hisaye responded, "and that was his invitation to this game to me, basically personally. He killed her because he somehow knew she had Shinigami eyes but also to challenge me."
"Shinigami eyes?" Fumito questioned though he knew exactly what they were. He had turned down the deal with Ninta not too long ago.
"Eyes that if you seem someone's face you see their full name and life span," Hisaye responded, seeming a little surprised. As if he should know what they were.
"Oh, and what does Kira use to kill?" Fumito tilted his head.
"A notebook," Hisaye responded.
"A notebook?" Fumito made himself sound skeptical. She sure knew a lot but her mother had the eyes so he expected it. But just how much had that mother of hers told her? "That sounds far-fetched, Hisaye."
"Oh?" Hisaye's eyes seemed to grow a bit dark, "you don't know how far-fetched it sounds. But you also don't know how true it is." The darkness in her eyes made Fumito a bit nervous. She looked like she could have the eyes of a murderer if she wanted.
Slowly Hisaye moved her hand and gripped the bottom of her shirt. Her other hand slipped under it, and all of this made him feel awkward. What was she doing? He watched as Hisaye ended up pulling out a white notebook from under her shirt. Turning it so he could see the text, his eyes slightly widened. Death Note…she has one, too?
"Is that the notebook that kills?" Fumito asked, calming himself but still looking skeptical. "Or are you just fooling around with me?"
"I don't fool with anyone," the tone of her voice made him flinch. It had such intensity to it suddenly, enough for him to take her seriously if he hadn't already believed in it. Her eyes seemed to grow dark again as she held the notebook. "My mother had this and she gave it to be to 'hold onto' the day she died. Now it's mine, and I'm going to catch Kira. I know a lot more about this notebook then you think, Yazuki, Fumito."
The way she had emphasized his name made him think, did she have the shinigami eyes? She obviously knew about them and obviously knew about the Death Note. She was adding barriers and taking advantages and she was not afraid to tell him. It was a challenge to break down the barriers to try and get to her.
"I see…since I'm sure you won't prove it, I'll go with my gut and believe you, Hisaye."
Hisaye nodded and then hopped off the bed, slouching and walking over to the window. Her crimson eyes gazed out at Tokyo and she listened to the distant noises of beeping cars and just the city life in general. Her thumb moved back to her mouth and she chewed on the skin softly. Her mind went off elsewhere in the back of her mind. Back to the memories and she realized that Fumito had not kept their promise. He had forgotten about her. Hisaye's heart sank a bit but it wasn't like she should care. Things changed. The promise was a childish promise with childish hopes along with it. But she remembered him so clearly…how could he forget? Well, Fumito did always have a problem with forgetting. Maybe Ival had something to do with it, too. Because if he had sulked she would've encouraged he forget and move on, not that she wouldn't do that anyways. Yes, she could picture Ival influencing him and eventually the memories of her would've faded away. It had been at least 12 years since they saw each other and actually knew who each other were. So of course it would've faded away because she hadn't been there for long. Hadn't been such a big part of his life, right? Her eyes closed and she thought back to every day they had spent at the park. But that back then had been her Fumito and this one here…he was not. He was Kira and that was for sure. Hisaye didn't care how long it took; she would prove to everyone that he was Kira. Because there was no other option and no other person it could be.
I will win this game, Fumito. It's all just a matter of time…
"So, was your suspect Kira?" The voice asked through the phone with a mix of excitement and concern.
"I don't know," Hisaye murmured a response, holding the phone with two fingers. "But keep it down because he's still here. I kept him late so I let him stay for the night."
"He!? Hisaye, are you sure you're really working on the Kira Case?" April sounded teasing, "or is there something you're just not telling me?"
"Please," Hisaye rolled her eyes, "you know I've no interest in love nor lust."
"Right," April sounded somewhat sarcastic, "I'll get you hooked up with a guy some day. Then you'll like it and I'll get to dress you for your wedding!"
"What wedding? There's such a slim chance that happened," Hisaye mumbled, "but anyways, why did you call?"
"To see if you were still alive," April responded, "oh, by the way, is he hot?"
"April," Hisaye sort of hissed, "you know I don't look at men that way like you do."
"Men? How old of males do you look at, Hisaye?" April purred.
"No age because there's no males I look at," Hisaye replied in a barely annoyed tone. "I have to go; I have things I have to do…"
"You always have something to do. I envy you," April responded, "well, except for the fact what you do is dangerous."
"Yeah…I'll talk to you later, April," Hisaye responded.
"Bye Hisaye, I'm rooting for you," April smiled and then hung up the phone.
Hisaye placed her cell next to her laptop and sighed. It was now 11 PM at night and Fumito was sleeping on one of the fluffy white beds in the room. Hisaye was sitting on the window seal, which came out far enough to make a bench-like structure, and staring out at the darkness that had dots of lights from buildings piercing it. Today had been long and tiring, well, tiring to Fumito, she assumed. Hisaye was perfectly fine and she already had another plan in action even though it would not be obvious till Monday. Tomorrow was Sunday and that was probably why Hisaye hadn't made him go home. He didn't have school tomorrow so there was no trouble in letting him fall asleep on one of the beds. Though she had only paid the hotel for one person…she wondered if she'd have to start to pay for two. She truthfully hoped not because that would limit would she could do even more then it was already limited. It was limited by the fact she hadn't a license that called her a 'detective' and she had hardly any money. Hisaye was used to having little money; she knew how to get by. She also could find her way around the need of a license; thank goodness she knew where Matsuda was now. He could probably help her if she really needed it. She wouldn't like it but if she had to she would borrow money from April, too. Of course she'd do everything in her power to pay her back and she'd somehow pay Matsuda back, too. But Hisaye decided not to think on that until she absolutely had to and that wouldn't be anytime soon. Staring blankly out the window, she allowed her mind to shift to different thoughts. She saw a little girl and a little boy playing in the park, and then two teenagers in the dark with their back to each other…