Funerals
Funerals

"Let me ask you once again," Takeru shouted at the detective who had come to investigate Yamato's death. "What kind of sick world do we live in that fans would smear the blood of a fallen rock star on themselves?"

"Mr. Takaishi," The detective responded, "Fans can easily become obsessed with anything. They will do anything with them and anything for them," a brief pause and then he added, "even if they are dead." That was still not the answer Takeru wanted.

"But it wasn't just the blood. I even saw a girl undo his pants and start rubbing his dick."

"Listen I know that this is hard for you but,"

"That is bullshit, this is the murder of an innocent man we're talking about! Not my feelings!"

"Mr. Takaishi, did you know that I am working on the murders of two other innocent victims? There is more here than meets the eye, you will just have to give it time!"

"What other murders?" Takeru was no becoming worried.

"The first was a boy named Motomiya Daisuke, I'm sure that you've read about it in the papers. The other will be in tomorrow's news, a boy named Iori Hida." Takeru, for a reason unknown to him, did not want this man to know that he had known both of the murder victims. He knew that it could help the case, but he did not want the public to know who was involved with whom.

"I thought that the search for Motomiya Daisuke had been called off?" Was his only reply.

"This most recent one could be connected. We are just looking into it for safety precautions." He waited a minute as if to see if Takeru wanted to say something, then he continued. "I want you to take a look at this video from the show. Tell me what you think Yamato looks like."

"Listen, sir, I witnessed my brothers murder first hand. I don't need you to show it to me again. I've had it. I'm leaving."

"No!" He shouted and grabbed Takeru by the collar. "Watch this. It could be very important to solving this case." Takeru didn't say anything, but gave the detective a look of great disapproval. But he sat anyway and re witnessed his brothers brutal end. The video played through once.

"Did you see it?"

"Did I see what? My brother being shot through the heart and the fans running up and playing with his body?"

"Ok, so you didn't. I am going to run the tape once again. Watch Yamato's face very carefully." The video played through once more, and this time he saw it.

"Holy shit!… It can't be!"

"Yes. The expression on his face. It's not fear or surprise. It's recognition."

"Are you absolutely sure, he does look surprised as well."

"Yes, but it was not surprise about the murder itself. We know that because we found this back stage." He handed Takeru the letter. "It's addressed to Yamato, and he opened it. So he knew something was going to happen." Takeru read through it twice very carefully, then handed it back to the detective and said,

"Thank you for your time."

"Likewise, we'll solve this… don't worry."

The funeral was soon scheduled. Since all three of the boys had known each other, and were pretty good friends, the services would be held at the same time. It was a very sad time for the family and friends to the victims. It was open casket, except for Daisuke's because there was no body; the bodies of the others had been fixed up so nice that you couldn't even tell that they had been shot. People spoke about how the three young boys lives were cut so short. It was a beautiful funeral. Everybody attended, and that is where he learned about Ken.

He was sitting in a black Toyota behind tinted glass when he saw them walking together. Hikari and Ken all dressed up in their best clothes walking through the raid looking at the different tombstones. He had completely forgotten about Ken, he didn't know why though. He had seen Ken many times.

"Oh well, it doesn't matter now," He said to himself, "I will simply add him to the list with the others." They walked right pass the car, Hikari turned and looked directly at the car…no it was directly at him. He jumped in his seat,

"Calm down you little bastard. She can't see you through the windows." But the scar was still there, she had looked straight at him. It looked like she saw him, but she couldn't have. It just wasn't possible. He let the thought slip from his mind and drove off out of the cemetery. He had business to take care of tonight. He would deal with them later.

"Daddy, daddy, I'm going to bed. Good night." Yolei said as she walked into her room and locked the door like she did every night.

"Good night, Yolei" Her father yelled back. "Get some rest." She opened the door and yelled back,

"I will, don't worry." She closed the door and was back in her room and sitting on her bed. She was very horny tonight. She kept a dildo that a friend had given her in her closet for just such an emergency. She got up and as she walked started pulling off her long pajama-bottoms. She opened her closet door and reached around the piles of clothes searching for the long, slender, object. She found it soon enough, but there was something very different about it this time. After pulling it out from she saw what it was, there was a letter or something tied to it by a red ribbon. On the front of the envelope, written in runny red ink, was the word "Yolei". She became a little worried, hadn't Takeru said something at the funeral about Yamato receiving a letter before he was murdered? She opened it, not wanting to but wanting to at the same time. For the first time she touched the ink. It was still wet, and very thick. It didn't feel like regular ink. She read the letter.

Hello Yolei. I saw you at the funeral today.

You looked so beautiful standing in the rain,

So when I kill you I will try not to mess-up your beautiful face.

I found "your little secret" I wrote this letter because I thought you might like some reading material while you have your fun tonight.

See you soon. I trust that you will say 'hi' to the others for me.

~ A friend

She broke down. Sobbing wildly while clutching the dildo with a death grip in her right hand. "He's going to kill me! I'm next, he's going to kill me!" She was starting to scream as the tears flowed freely. Her parents came running, but the door was locked. She was still sobbing and screaming and repeating the same phrase over and over again. "He's going to kill me! I'm next, he's going to kill me!" Her dad, now in a state of panic, began kicking at the door trying to break in. Eventually he did.

A million questions came pouring out. "Yolei! What is going on? Are you ok?"

"Daddy, daddy… he's going to kill me!"

"Yolei, calm down and talk slower. Who is going to kill you?"

"Him, that man who killed the others." She showed him the note. When she handed the note to him he saw what she was holding in her right hand. He said nothing fearing that that would add to the problem. After many minutes of talking he and her mother got her calmed down. He assured her that her mother had been home all day and that no one had come in the house. She decided that she would be OK as long as all the windows and doors were locked and that they would go to the police the first thing in the morning.

After they left the room she was sitting on the bed, the dildo still in hand. She decided that she was calm enough and certainly still horny enough to use it. So she did. It was hard to get into it however because of recent events. After she finished up she returned it to its proper resting place and went over to her mirror to fix her hair. It was a habit, every time she used the dildo she wanted to fix her hair after words. So walking over to her mirror she began checking very carefully. There were eyes watching her. Someone was behind her. She screamed but a hand in a black glove that quickly covered her mouth muffled it. Then a long, freshly sharpened, knife was at her throat. Her eyes began to focus again, and as she did she saw the face of this intruder.

"Look at the face!" He whispered into her ear as he began to slowly slide the knife into her flesh. "Look at the face, and remember it for your last minutes alive!" Her eyes filled with tears, but the pain in her throat was not the only reason. This person, she knew him. But now he was killing her. One last sharp pain in her throat; then she felt a warm substance pouring down her throat and into her lungs. She began to gag. He released his grip on her and she fell to the floor. Blood was now pouring out onto the carpet as well as into her lungs. She vomited, and then collapsed on the floor in a pool of blood.

The figure bent over her and ran his fingers through her hair. He had succeeded. Her face was undamaged. Dipping the feather into her blood she crossed name "Yolei" off his list. He got up and walked out her door. Down the hall of their apartment, and out into the night.