Psychic Detective Yakumo
Oh my gosh. I don't even know how I finished this. This was probably the most difficult chapter I have ever written for this story so far. I'm still not to happy with it, but I guess, looking at it from afar, it's not that bad. So, I'm warning you. He might be out of character. Also, I believe this chapter will give hints on what's to come. :)
So, the other day, I found all the PDY episodes on Youtube and I started squealing with joy. I don't even know why. I've seen every episode before. I'm just weird, I guess. Then chapter 29 came out and I went crazy. It's just too amazing. They should have definitely made a second season. Geez.
Anyways, I would like to thank everyone that's reading this story! Also, please excuse my grammatical errors and I hope this chapter meets your expectations!
Won't Give Up
Chapter 9 - Reversal
Yakumo wasn't really taking any particular interest, but since Gotou was already there, he might as well listen. Still, there were other things that he would rather occupy himself with.
"Look, here she is." Gotou said to him, handing him a few pictures. With a sigh, Yakumo grabbed them, reaching across from the table. "This fifteen year old girl was found killed a couple of days ago, her body was completely torn. There were several important organs missing, like the lungs, liver, kidney, ect. She was found around Shinjuku, but she was last seen around this area. Strange that no one reported her missing."
"Why are you telling me this?" Yakumo asked him, placing the pictures on top of the table as he watched Gotou walk back and forth, pondering and thinking to himself. Once again, he was getting too involved with a case. "This is the police's' job, not mine."
"Dammit, Yakumo." Gotou groaned, pulling out another picture from his pocket. He gave him a glare, but Yakumo was already used it. "I know that already. Here. Take a look at this."
He threw Yakumo another picture, but this one, of course was different. This was a picture of the same girl, except she wasn't human, she was a ghost, a spirit, a dead soul. Yakumo looked at the picture for a bit longer than usual, examining the background. She was killed in Shinjuku and yet, her spirit came back to that spot. He wondered why. "So what do you want me to do?" Yakumo asked him as he crossed his hands. "I don't think you came over here to show me these pictures."
"The point is," Gotou began. He pulled out a cigarette from his box and placed it in his mouth, but he didn't bother to light it. He just kept it there in his mouth, unlit. "This girl was killed and her organs can't be found. I was hoping you might help us out here especially now that her ghost showed up. I need to know if it's linked or connected to those bastards."
"What are you talking about now?" Yakumo asked standing up from his chair, walking over to his living room. He hated talking about cases in his home. For some reason, it just made him feel uncomfortable. Yakumo plopped himself in the sofa, leaning his head back when SHE suddenly came to mind.
"You don't know anything, do you?" Gotou sounded frustrated, but Yakumo didn't let that bother him. He stood in front him with his hands crossed. "Not long ago, the police found this basement where some stupid bastards were hosting human auctions, trafficking them. It was all over the news. I can't believe you didn't hear about it. Figures. Anyways, considering the way she died and how her ghost appeared only a couple of blocks away from that incident, I thought she might have some sort of connection."
"So, you think this girl was sold off then?" Yakumo lifted his eyebrow, frowning upon the human race. He couldn't believe it sometimes. The people who did those sort of things were definitely disgusting. "I can see how something like that would connect with her. She was probably sold off in the first place for her organs."
"Still," Gotou hesitated, grumbling to himself as he scratched the back of his head. "Her ghost probably appeared for a reason. There's probably more to this than we can see. It's so frustrating. We captured those bastards, but what about the one that cut her up?"
Yakumo didn't want to admit it, but Gotou had a point. The one who sold her off and cut out her organs were probably two different organizations. It was unlikely that it was the same person. Still, if she was auctioned off, where was the purchaser? There was only way for them to find out. Yakumo sighed with annoyance as he looked up at Gotou. He always found a way to talk him into problems. "Fine. I guess it won't hurt to check things out. Don't expect me to do all the work. I understand you're getting old, but don't take that to your advantage."
"Rude as ever, but I'll gladly take your services." He smirked at him as he grabbed a nearby chair. Sitting down, Gotou pulled out his lighter from his pocket. "We'll go check out that area tomorrow. I think it's several minutes from Haruka's school."
Simply hearing her name made him feel something strange inside his chest. He ignored it like always, though. "You better not even think of lighting that thing in my house." Yakumo warned him with a glare. "I'll kick you out of here. You better not be smoking around Nao either."
"Fine. Fine." He snapped it half and tossed it over to the table, putting away his lighter. "Don't get me wrong, Yakumo. I don't smoke that much anymore. It's only every now and then."
There was a long silence, both of them staying quiet for the next seconds to come. Yakumo leaned his head back, looking up at the ceiling. Suddenly, he felt his phone vibrating, ringing inside his pocket. He pulled it out and looked at the caller id. It was her. She was calling him. He answered, trying to hide some his sudden anxiousness from Gotou.
"Yakumo? I'm so sorry if I'm bothering you or interrupting you." She started out and Yakumo could hear her voice shaking up a bit. "It's just that there's something I need to ask you."
"Just tell me." Yakumo told her bluntly as he closed his eyes, sitting up straight. He wondered what she wanted. It wasn't everyday she asked something from him. "I'm listening."
"Well, you see," Her voice changed pitch and Yakumo could practically see her inside his head. "I'm going to hang out with my friends for a little while. I hope you don't mind. I'll probably be getting home a little late also. I'm still not sure. I don't know how long Hana wants to keep me out here. Honestly, she really doesn't understand that I'm a busy woman." Yakumo heard her sigh. "But, I guess it's okay."
Yakumo didn't say anything for a while as he looked down at the floor. For some reason, Yakumo's foot began to shake impatiently. "That's fine. Just make sure to be careful."
"Okay. Thanks." She stayed quiet for a little bit, but Yakumo could hear her breathing heavily. He could also hear several voices in the background. They were probably her friends. "Well, I see you later, then. I, umm, lov- I hope you take care. Bye."
She hung up, leaving Yakumo a little surprised. Was it that hard for her to talk to him? He sighed and closed his phone, but it wasn't long before he heard Gotou laughing. There he went again. "You were talking to Haruka-chan, weren't you?!" His silence confirmed his suspicions. "I knew it. You're face immediately change as soon as you answered. It's so obvious it was her. So what did she say? Did she tell you she was on her way or something?"
"What she said is none of your business." Yakumo snapped at him, an uneasy feeling forming inside him. He gripped on his phone tightly, avoiding his gaze. "What the hell are you still doing here? There's nothing for you to do here anymore. Go home."
Gotou shook his head like a little kid, a smirk forming on his face. Yakumo hated when people pried into his life, into his business. "Why should I? I want to say hi to Haruka-chan, too."
"She's not coming home right now." Yakumo told him, rolling his eyes. He tried his best to block away Gotou's laughter. There was no way he was about get him off his back now. "So go home. I already agreed to help you out with this case."
"That explains it." Gotou pretended to be serious. He placed his hand on his chin while he shot him a sarcastic look. "That's why you got all weird. Scared that she might cheat on you or something?"
Gotou had hit the bullseye, but Yakumo tried to not show it. He wasn't about to feed Gotou's ego with something trivial like that. "What stupidity are you saying?" He responded instead. "You're such idiot."
"Oh, but it can happen." Gotou suddenly sighed, his foolishness washing away. "It happened to me once before. Remember? My wife didn't cheat on me, but she did leave the house. I was never with her. I hardly ever paid attention to her. I guess she got fed up with me and left. Women. They're strange creatures, but they're easily hurt. You gotta watch what you say and what you do around them."
Yakumo stayed quiet, but he kept on listening.
"Thanks to Nao-chan, things are better now. We're getting along better. My wife finally got that happy family that she always wanted." Gotou let out a sigh as he closed his eyes. He was probably being absorbed in his own thoughts. "I do play around a lot, but I'm being pretty serious now. You and Haruka don't act like a normal couple at all. If you keep that up, you're going to end up losing her."
"I'm not asking for your advice." Yakumo told him, standing up from the sofa. He walked toward the table and looked down at the pictures Gotou had showed him earlier. "I can handle this."
"You're hopeless." Gotou told him, his keys jingling. "Well, since Haruka isn't coming, I guess I'll get going. There's something Isshi and I were ordered to check out."
Yakumo didn't bother to see him off. He only heard the door slamming shut and he suddenly found himself alone in the apartment. Silence was creeping in behind him, the clock ticking steadily in a beat. He let out a sigh before suddenly slamming his fist on the table. "Damn." He said to himself, gathering the pictures that were on the table and placing them in the counter.
He slumped himself back on the couch unsure of what he was suppose to do. Everything Gotou had said was true. He didn't want to admit it, but everything that old man had said was true. Would she really leave him? Would she really leave him for another man? Yakumo didn't want distrust his wife, but he couldn't help it. Gotou's words kept echoing inside his head, filling him with doubts.
It was true that he always had trouble expressing himself, but he thought she already knew that. Couldn't she tell that he was only comfortable around her? Didn't she know that he could only be himself around her? After everything they went through, would she really leave him like the way Gotou's wife had?
He couldn't deny the fact that he loved her, but those were the kinds of things he didn't like to say out loud. He wasn't used to those types of feelings and he felt that he would never get used to them.
Still, it angered him whenever he saw her with Isshi or with any other man for that matter, but it frustrated him even more when he wouldn't do anything about it. Would he just let it happen then? Would he just sit back and watch her being taken away? He really wished he could change that in himself especially now that she was being drifted apart from him in more ways than one.
He remembered what Gotou had said. He remembered how Gotou had told him that Nao had changed his and his wife's life. He wondered if that would happen to him as well. If they created a family, would things get better between them? Yakumo looked around the room as he kept pondering about it. How would the house be if they ended up becoming parents?
Yakumo didn't want to be thinking of those things. After all, he had a new case in his hands and that should be his priority at that moment. He needed to solve that case as soon as possible, but how could he when he had such thoughts on his mind?
How was he suppose to concentrate on anything when she was out there doing who knows what with her friends? She didn't even tell him where she was going or with who. She didn't tell him what time she was going to be back or who was going to bring her home. What type of husband was he? What type of husband lets his wife run out in the streets at night?
Slamming his fist on the sofa, Yakumo silently groaned to himself. He had come home early just to be with her and she tells him that she'll be with her friends. There was nothing he could do about it now, though. He would just have to hope for her safety and hope she stays away from alcoholic beverages.
He would just have to wait for her, like the way she would wait for him.
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