After school, the boys
Walked back to their homes together.
"So you guys here anything about Midori?," Juku asked, breaking the silence.
"Yeah, The Police report...," Budo responded.
They were stuck in their minds remembering the information they heard.
Name:Midori Gurin
Age :16
She was found in the Dumpster behind the school, possibly jumping off the railing of the roof.
She had apparently done it intentionally, as she left her shoes where she had most likely last stood.
There were no signs of what could have caused her to finally take her life, she had apparently gone through a break up with her boyfriend overseas. Described as being sorrowful after the event. We have tried looking up this man, but their relationship was over the internet. They apparently had no contact with each other in real life.
Though the signs point to suicide, her parents and friends had requested the case not be closed just yet. Their claims are that she had no way of Considering suicide, as they claim that she would tell her friends whatever would happen.
A troubled student who would often hangout behind the school near said dumpster, said that as he and his friends were walking up the corner of the school, they had her someone in student coming forward has prompted the police to immediately look into the school deeper, as well as its past cases.
Now looking deeper into the students of the school and if they could have had demons with Ms. Gurin. The only students that could have done such a thing were these troubled students. However, the time of death and the time of said students arrival show that the gap in time gives no chance that this was done by them.
Report end
Juku looked down, or more deep in thought, "So the delinquents didn't do it then..."
Who it was, was now the question.
Budo eyebrow furrowed, as he began to link the two together. The dream, and the report.
Flashback
Budo had just entered the school, as he walked up to, then turned, he passed a flyer that was in the front of the schools bulletin board.
Funeral Service of Midori Gurin.
To be held this Saturday, at 9:00 AM in the Gymnasium of the school. Please call xxx-xxx-xxxx for details.
flashback end
Budo snapped out of his mind as he looked forward, his heart beating a hundred miles an hour.
"Do...," he began, "Do you guys know anything about a funeral service being held for Midori...?,"
Sho looked at Budo concerned and his sudden shakiness of his voice, "No...why?,"
Budo regained his composure as he tried to explain what he meant. "I..., Just curious."
Budo couldn't describe or even explain himself. He was lost at the fact that he saw that exact flyer in his nightmare.
"Its just a dream... Its just a dream..."
"I..., He tried again, "Could've sworn I saw a flyer of her Funeral in the dream..." He said slightly jokingly.
Juku stopped where he was as Budo and Sho took three more steps before looking back.
He looked up right at Budo.
"What did the flyer say...?," he said.
Budo repeated each line by memory, " Funeral Service of Midori Gurin.
To be held this Saturday, at 9:00 AM in the Gymnasium of the school. Please call xxx-xxx-xxxx for details."
Jukus' pupils shrunk with realization, as he closed his eyes and began walking again.
Budo and Sho turned to look at him as he walked past them. They began walking with him again, with difficulty as he seemed to be trying to force himself to walk faster away.
They remained silent again for the next ten to fifteen minutes, until Budo finally broke the silence.
"I was wondering..., you guys wanna come with Aishi Chan and me this saturday?"
Juku looked over at Budo confused, "So you want us to come with you this Saturday?, why?"
"We need a rival team to battle, don't we?," Budo now explained, then looking over at him with a sly smirk. "Besides, I know how competitive you can get so it would make for a good match up since Aishi-chan's got Stealth on her side."
Juku looked away, noticeably irritated, "That's not really something for me to enjoy though, it ruins the fun."
"Come on," Budo said teasingly, "it makes the feel of the game better because it adds a more intense atmosphere to it."
Juku rolled his eyes looking back at the road ahead. "I guess...,"
Budo then looked over to Sho and asked him the same thing, "You up for the part too Sho?."
"I'll have to get back to you on that," Sho began, "I usually go to the flea market a few blocks over from my house on Saturdays."
Budo nodded towards his friend, and now took out his phone looking towards it, "Okay then, I'll text Shima or Mina to see if they're interested or free at least too."
"You're really dedicated to this aren't you?," Juku questioned.
About thirty minutes later, the boys eventually split ways towards their homes.
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Budo waved at Juku as they split ways to their homes, saying "Ja ne."
After opening up the door and tossing his backpack onto the floor, he unbuttoned his shirt as he fell back on the couch and took a breath of relief.
Budo could feel his stomach rumble as he let his hand land on it, "What's there to eat?," he said, now trying to get up from the couch. Budo walked into the kitchen opening up a cupboard, begining to look at his options.
"...Hello crackers, I guess," Budo thought as he tore open the box and ripped open the packet, throwing a few crackers in his mouth, he took the packet with him back to the living room and began to work on his homework.
Before that however, he quickly checked his phone to see if either Shima or Mina had replied yet... They haven't yet.
An hour or so later...
Budo rubbed his eyes as he laid back on sofa, dumping last few cracker crumbs into his mouth as he sighed, "Finally done...," he said getting up. Budo threw his work into his satchel and carried it down the hallway into his bedroom,"It's just the begining of the year and the teachers are already unloading all this junk on us?," he began to think as he looked for his towel.
Grabbing the towel, he tossed it onto his bed as he began to remove his clothing, tossing it into the laundry bin next to his closet. Budo then walked into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him.
Budo put the towel over the shower door as he started up the water, waiting for it to get hot.
As he walked into the shower he just quickly laced his body, arms, legs and all of his..., manly physic in all, in soap and his hair in shampoo quickly washing it off of him, then exiting the shower.
He looked at the fogged up glass of the mirror, wiping it away hesitantly, but quickly. Taking his towel and opening the door, he went to throw on some clothes.
Putting on a pair of black shorts and a grey button up, he then threw on a pair socks.
He sat there. In his own house, with an eerie feeling going through his body and up his spine. The only thing on his mind, what was Juku shocked about, and why is his heart uneasy as he thinks of the funeral flyer.
Jukus house, next door.
Juku sat at his computer desk, simply staring at his google docs screen. Reading over and over again.
Funeral Service of Midori Gurin.
To be held this Saturday, at 9:00 AM in the Gymnasium of the school. Please call xxx-xxx-xxxx for details.
Juku thought in his mind how Budo could have know about the text. He guessed that he was probably watching him in the Computer lab, also known as the Gaming Club.
This could have made sense, but the wording for the title and the number of the funeral place. It made no sense, as he had been editing the doc after training at the Martial Arts club.
He only added the number while he and Sho were waiting for him to come out of the school.
Juku simply began tapping away slowly with a pen in his hand.
"What the hell is this suppose to be...?," He said, lost for words of what was happening.
How did Budo know what he wrote?,Saying he saw it in that nightmare of his.
Juku just sat there, questioning everything now.
He thought about the police report.
He wanted to read it further now. Juku picked up his phone and scrolled down his contacts, into the "I" Section.
"Hey," he began the conversation up.
"Oh, looked who finally responded," she said, "What can I do you for?"
"The Police report," Juku typed, Midori's case.
"You know what it'll cost ya handsome," she typed, giving off the sense of a tease.
Jukus' eyes squinted as he lifted his shirt up, taking a picture of his Abs with his phone.
It took only a few seconds for her to reply," Mmmmh, Well hello there~~~," she replied.
Juku selected the voice message option as he spoke into his phones mic, "The report, now dammit."
She replied the same, immediately afterwards she sent a voice reply too. "Forceful I see~~~"
Juku replied with his eyes rolling, "Whatever whoever you are."
"The name is Info-Chan as far as you should be concerned," she replied, Juku ignoring her now. He sent the file into his phones drive app and downloaded it onto his computer.
He opened it up on his word doc and looked over the entire report, his eyes focusing on the last two paragraphs.
A troubled student who would often hangout behind the school near said dumpster, said that as he and his friends were walking up the corner of the school, they had her someone in distress.
This student coming forward has prompted the police to immediately look into the school deeper, as well as its past cases.
Now looking deeper into the students of the school and if they could have had demons with Ms. Gurin. The only students that could have done such a thing were these troubled students. However, the time of death and the time of said students arrival show that the gap in time gives no chance that this was done by them.
Juku highlighted and bolded the statements that stood out to him the most. "Distress...," he said to himself.
Juku's eyes squinted as he looked the the single word, his thumb to his lip, "If she jumped off the roof intentionally..., what did she seem to be distressed for..."
Juku then looked down at the next line that spoke to him. Why hadn't any of the supposed witnesses been named for, at least the one that had heard her..., he would had expected them to name him or her.
Juku wrote down something quickly into his notebook and sighed, "Looks like I'll be hanging out the the delinquents tomorrow , it seems," he said closing out of everything.
Then logged off.
Comments and shares with vote will further propel my stride. Sorry I was late bu a week, very personal things have been going on, with the addition of school work and stuff of the sort. ::::::::3 Please tell me if there are any mispellings I somehow missed plzzzzz and grammar errors.
