D: I kind of cried while writing this. I don't own the songs mentioned. And on another note (:D) there are probably going to be two more chapters.
Memorial
Chapter Fourteen
Shots
And through it all/How could you cry for me?
--Sleep by My Chemical Romance
Her work was beginning to end, and all in all, Japan had turned out to be a very interesting place. Sara had brought her there to discuss future books, get inspiration, and more importantly, relax. Sara had recently shared the inheritance left by her Grandfather with her siblings, and got a rather hefty sum. She had to go to Japan anyway, so why not recruit Scarlett and Ace?
Of course, Scarlett was a little (very) angry when she found out, but after a while she was used to her fun. The only bad part about this vacation turned out to be the fact she hadn't seen Mello or Matt in person for a very long time. She had chatted with Matt on the phone at least twice a week, but their conversations were rather abrupt, and she was never filled in on the investigation. She had only spoke with Mello twice during her entire stay, and to say the least, she missed him. The last time they had spoken he had said something about a newscaster… Takada, maybe. He also mentioned a location, but nothing else.
At the end of this week, Scarlett would be returning home, in time for Opal's birthday. Today Sara had taken the trio- herself, Scarlett and Ace, to the spa. Talk about massages and sand baths; they had also experienced a treatment known as 'Doctor Fish'. 'Doctor Fish' were tiny little fish that would clean the patient's feet of dead skin and other such particles. To tell the truth, Scarlett had seen them on a reality show called 'I Survived a Japanese Game Show', a few years back, and now that she knew what it felt like (to have little fish eating your skin), she realized what the contestants had felt.
Right now the three were in Ace's car. The sun was setting, and they were going to Sara's sister's house, the place where she and Scarlett had been staying. Ace, on the other hand had to dance around hotels. It was a peaceful end to a peaceful day. Or so they thought.
"Scarlett! Get your fish feet out of my face!" Sara hissed, positioning herself in the front seat. She was the only that didn't get the Doctor Fish treatment, who knew she would be afraid of skin-eating fish? Wait… let me rephrase that!
"Oh come on, Sara! Our feet are probably cleaner than yours!" Scarlett laughed, lounging in the back; her shoeless feet up by Sara.
"Both of you! Shut it!" Ace hissed, his hands on the wheel, green eyes focusing on the road.
"Ace? You too!" the blonde writer laughed, poking Ace's black hair.
"Stop it!" he flinched, laughing. The car came to a stop, the brakes squealing.
"Eugene Paul, what the hell was that?!" Sara complained, brushing her brunette hair out of her face.
"You didn't hit something did you?" Scarlett muttered, rubbing her head. I guess seatbelts are important.
"No! There are a bunch of road blocks and detours. Wonder what's going on?" Ace got defensive.
"Who cares?! Just get us home," Sara pouted. She needed sleep.
"Fine, fine gosh!" Ace hissed, gripping the steering wheel.
Scarlett looked out at the roads and at the cars ahead. She had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach.
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Okay, sure, it had taken a whole hour to get to the house, but at least they had gotten home in one piece. Scarlett and Sara stumbled out of the car, and watched Ace drive away. Both were exhausted and wanted to sleep, both couldn't do that right away.
"Hi!" Sara's sister, Missy greeted as both of the girls lurched into the house. Sara broke away from Scarlett and collapsed on the couch, next to Missy's Shih Tzu, Sprinkles. Sprinkles proceeded to lick Sara on the face. In any other occasion, Sara would have jumped up, whining about how disgusting Sprinkles was. Right now, Sara was too exhausted to breathe, which probably wasn't very healthy.
Scarlett nodded to Missy before running up the steps. Missy's house was rather large, as she received a part of the Inheritance as well. When Scarlett finally found her room, she through off her jacket and took the pony out of her hair, letting it fall to her shoulders. Right now, the bed looked like the most comfortable place in the world. The blonde let herself fall right onto it.
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Scarlett's wet hair was in a braid, and she was comfortable in her pajamas. The sun had set, and her hand was itching toward TV remote. During the past few weeks she had picked up a lot of Japanese, not enough to make her fluent in the language, but enough.
"Yes, honey, I know, I love you too!" se spoke into her cell phone. At the other end of the world, Ella and Opal were speaking into their home phone. Opal was perplexed at how her mother's voice was coming out of the end of this strange instrument.
"Buh bye momma," Opal said, her voice sounded strange and fuzzy to Scarlett. She smiled, and hung up, setting her phone on the bedside table and trading it in for the remote.
She tossed the black clicker into the air and caught it, smiling. She had been working on the trick for awhile and finally caught on. She clicked the on button to the television, and settled back to watch the news. She found it strange how much influence Kira had over Japanese television, where he only had a little grasp on the TV back home. Sure, it was significant, but the Japanese were becoming brain washed by all of this stuff.
"Tonight, the search for Kira's spokesperson Kiyomi Takada is still under way. We have gunned down on of her kidnappers, but the other and Miss Takada are still missing. We are very worried about her, and hope she is returned safely," a newscaster read, not showing a little bit of emotion on his face or in his eyes or even in his voice.
Scarlett's eyes widened when she saw the picture accompanied with the story. A red car with multiple bullet holes stole most of the screen, but on the side a body was slumped against the vehicle. It was covered in blood, and multiple wounds could be seen along the corpse's chest. Scarlett felt sick. This was all too real, all too soon. The corpse was Matt.
The woman held herself, her mouth opening and closing like a fish. What… where… why? Matt… how could…
And for some reason Scarlett couldn't cry. She expected tears to stream down her pale face, but nothing came. She fell back onto the bed and crawled under the covers, the newscasters still reporting the same story as if they cared. She threw the remote at the TV, either the button was pushed on the remote, or it hit the button on the TV itself, she didn't care as long as the television turned off.
She grasped her cell phone and dialed Mello's number. Nothing. What was he doing? Did he know that Matt was dead? Why did… Matt…. The tears finally came, and in great numbers. There would be no more… no more pet names, or cigarettes, or awkward situations. No more spider bites, or being eaten alive by dogs. No more roach infested bathrooms, or crappy apartments or watching Family Guy when Mello was out of the room and they were supposed to be working. No more Matt.
That night, Scarlett Faraday cried herself to sleep.
There's really no way to reach me/Because I'm already gone
--Vienna by The Fray