Chapter 25: Holidays in Fiji

Tokyo, 10 August 2024, 7:44 am

Nagisa sat in front of a laptop computer and was surfing the internet. At one point he received a message on FB, from Rio, her girlfriend.

Breakfast is ready.

Arrival.

He snorted, stood up and left the room.

Downstairs the blonde was already eating.

Every morning he puts himself in front of the PC to read the latest news ... But what will he find interesting?

She wondered.

After a few minutes, Nagisa entered the kitchen and sat down at the table, starting to eat his breakfast. When he had finished he stood up, saying:

"I go."

"To go where? The school is closed until September. "Rio asked him.

"I want to take a walk."

"Ah, ok ... have a good walk."

"Thank you."

Once out he walked along the sidewalk, not very busy because it was early morning.

It's hard to have nothing to do from morning to night ... Sitting in front of the TV, or lying on the bed contemplating nothing is not pleasant at all.

He thought, bitterly.

For about a year he worked as an English teacher at the Kunugigaoka high school, where he had made himself a name thanks to his mastery of the language. If someone asked him why he had become so good, he was stunned to hear the answer. In fact, the merit was of Irina Jelavic, called Miss Moriarty, serial murderer and head of a large criminal organization now long dismantled, committed suicide on September 2, 2017 through a capsule of poison juntal who knows how, the night before the execution. Her body had been repatriated to Croatia and buried in the cemetery of her native country, and her grave for obvious reasons was not honored by anyone. Seven years later he felt a strange mix of feelings towards the deceased: gratitude for her teachings that had brought him where he was now; love, because by dint of going to bed together he had lost his head for her; hate, for how he had deceived and betrayed him; and finally compassion, for its tragic past. That woman had influenced his life, for better or for worse. While he was walking he was flanked by a black Suzuki Vitara, who honked his horn. He turned and saw that Kyoko Hayashi, his colleague and lover, was at the helm, who had moved from high school Fujimi to Kunugigaoka to be near him.

"Good morning, Nagi!" She greeted him.

"Good morning," he replied.

"Are you headed somewhere?"

"No ... I'll just take a walk."

"Jump on, I invite you to my house."

"Willingly."

The boy got on board and the car started.

"How are things at home?"

"Very well ... Rio and I are going to love and agree."

If he knew I was going to bed with you, she would give me up.

"I see ... Your mother?"

"She's on holiday in Fiji, along with her husband Tony and her son, George; has just reached 7 years. "

"And Gakushu?"

"He ... He moved to Osaka, I know he's a history teacher."

"Really?"

He nodded.

"He was crazy about that subject when he was in class with me."

"And the others?"

"Which others? Half of them died, the other half I lost sight of. "

"True ... Of course, that Irina left the sign of her passing."

"Ten dead, seven of them students."

"True, I still keep the newspapers of the time. It was a really striking case. "

"It's been a matter of years, now. Nobody talks about it anymore. "

"Better this way. It is better not to reopen old wounds. "

"Much better."

"Do you still think of her?"

"Sometimes ... sometimes with hate, sometimes with love. It is thanks to her if I am now an English teacher, before I met her I barely articulated four words. But he also killed 9 innocents (Shiro was a bastard). "

"Mixed feelings."

"Already."

"Honestly, I can not condemn it. If she became a bloody beast, it is because of the violence she suffered during the civil war. "

"But what was the fault of those nine?"

"None, I'm not justifying their deaths. But even me, if I had suffered abuse and violence in the past, I would be a ruthless killer, as she was. "

"And me too."

Kyoko looked at him for a moment, then returned to focus on the guide.

"You know…"

"Tell me."

"She had elaborated a plan, to escape the hangman's noose."

"Which one?" He looked at her, curious.

"She should have procured a drug that induces an apparent state of death; later, thanks to some of his accomplices (including me, Aguri and Koji), she would have lost track of her, giving the Croatian authorities an empty coffin. "

"I see ... And why did the plan fail?"

Kyoko smiled smartly.

"Who said he failed?"

This response greatly displaced him.

"Would you like to tell me that ..."

"Exact. But what remains between us! "

Nagisa remained silent, dumbfounded by that revelation.

Suva, Fiji islands, 10:15 am

A woman in her forties, with long blond hair and a still prosperous body, wearing a tight bikini and sunglasses, was sunbathing on the beach.

White beaches, crystal clear sea ... This is what life is!

She thought, satisfied.

I hope that Nagisa will not take it for the little joke of 7 years ago ... Aguri and Koji told me that he had been depressed for a short time, because of my death. But judging from the latest news it has recovered.

After simulating her death she had managed to recover a large part of her money, and a new identity had been created. Now for everyone it was the Italian Moana Magnani, a native of Florence. No one would ever find it, since for the world Irina Jelavic had died suicide seven years ago. At one point she was thirsty, and headed for a kiosk nearby.

"A fresh orange drink, please."

"Now, madam."

The manager took a bottle and handed it to him.

"One dollar, please."

She took a bill from the bag he carried with him and handed it to him, then opened the bottle and began to drink. Near her was a family of three people: the father, the mother, and a child with short brown hair and black eyes. She immediately recognized his parents, who were talking amiably to each other: Tony and Hiromi.

Those who do not die see each other again ...

She think.

She took off her glasses and smiled, amused. Then he walked towards her towel.

END