Hikari looked up into Takeru's eyes, they seemed to be occupied, as if he
wasn't focusing or at least thinking about their date. They had just seen a
movie and were at a restaurant eating dinner. Takeru hadn't ordered
anything. "Takeru…" Hikari said slowly. He didn't stir a bit or make any
response.
"Takeru? Hello?" Hikari asked waving her hand in his face.
"Huh? What?" Takeru finally came back to his senses.
"Nothing," Hikari said annoyed, as she bit into her salad, "it's just that you seemed a bit off. Anything wrong?"
"No, nothing," Takeru said reflecting on the events that had happened that day.
Takeru now worked at a Hong Kong TV station. They station had begun to broadcast Mimi's cooking show. They had showed many episodes, but now they were out and Mimi was supposed to drop off a new episode on tape personally, she promised. Today, Mimi didn't even show up, no courier, nothing. So, they had to show a rerun. Their ratings dropped by half. They even got phone calls from loyal viewers with complaints and rants.
"She never came," Takeru whispered.
"Who never came?" Hikari had a very good ear.
"No one…never mind…" push Takeru.
"…Sure…fine…whatever you say," Hikari raised her voice.
"No one! Nothing! Hikari it has nothing to do with you," Takeru insisted.
Hikari stared at her salad for a while before she pushed it away, "I'm full she said, I got to go."
Hikari got up and walked away. "What? It has nothing to do with you," Takeru exclaimed watching Hikari leave the restaurant.
'That's exactly my point,' thought Hikari as she pushed open the door letting it slam back as she left.
Sora got up and walked to the door. The thunder clashed outside and the flashes of lighting reflected off her face. As she walked the knocking grew louder, she reached, she was shaking. Why on earth was she so scared? She just had a feeling that something was wrong outside, and her head was screaming at her that something dangerous was out there. She reached for the doorknob and turned it. Sora was pushed over as Miyako leapt in. "Oh thank you Sora!" Miyako said helping Sora up. "There was a terrible storm outside and I was in the neighbourhood and decided to drop by," Miyako put on a big grin, "and I was getting really wet so I kind of barged in."
"Uh huh," Sora said, still dazed from being knocked over. "It's okay," she said standing up and brushed herself off, "here, let me get you a towel."
Sora fetched Miyako a towel and led her into the living room. Where the two sat on the couch and began to discuss stories both old and new.
He looked at the calendar, exactly 48 hours after the murder. Yes, it was time, time to do it. He loaded the big black bag into his car, hopping into the driver's seat himself. The car's ignition rumbled and the car sped away running on the small country road. Stopping far, far away from his house. He opened the car door and stepped out. Here was an eerie scratch as eh pulled the bag from the car, and dragged it across the ground. He threw the bag in a nearby ditch and drove away. The bag had ripped open a bit, and out of a slit fell, a strand of pink hair.
"And when I was on my way to Ken's house, it started to pour," Miyako explained.
"Well, glad I was home," Sora said, handing her a cup of tea.
"Thanks," Miyako said. Then she remembered Mimi and decided to ask Sora about her, "I called Mimi about 15 times yesterday but, no one answered. How about you?"
'That's weird,' Sora thought, 'the same thing happened to me, except I didn't call 15 times.' "Oh well, She probably went to visit someone in Hong Kong or Japan, or maybe she went somewhere with Shinji," said Miyako, again with a huge grin on her face.
"Ugh, Miyako," Sora laughed.
The storm had stopped and the sky cleared, but it was still dark for it was night. "Well I really should get going. I promised Ken I would meet him," said Miyako.
"Oh okay," said Sora leading Miyako to the door.
"See you!" said Miyako hopping through the door and down the steps.
"Bye!" said Sora, waving goodbye to Miyako who was now pretty far down the street.
She had taken a shower and now was in her pyjamas, ready for bed. She sat on her couch watching a rerun of Casablanca as a late night movie. She was tired, trying to keep her eyelids open and trying to focus on the black and white figures on the screen as they sounded fuzzy words, but her eyes gave up on her and she fell asleep.
Sora woke up the next morning feeling groggy. She stirred around and flipped trying to get back to sleep, it was no use. Sora walked to her kitchen and made herself a cup of coffee. Stirring in the sugar in the cup, she looked at the clock in her living room; it was nine. 'Good,' she thought, 'just in time for the news.' She turned on the TV and took a sip. The news anchor then reported, "Last night, cooking sensation Mimi Tachikawa was found dead at…" Sora didn't' hear anymore. She dropped the cup which shattered into a million pieces that seemed to dance and spin around each other, doing an endless waltz.
Jyou sat in his office sipping a cup of mocha. He sighed as he leaned back looking up at the wall, seeing the doctoral cross-section posters hanging on his wall. Hearing a knock on the door, he turned his head towards the sound, "Come in," he said after clearing his throat.
A nurse then popped her head in, "Dr. Kido," she said, "we have a body up for an autopsy. You in for it?"
"Why not?" Jyou exasperated, getting up. Two kidney transplants, a fracture, and a car victim, an autopsy all the same thing. He sighed, his footsteps echoing down the hallway. Turning the corner, he opened the door to the operating room, finding his best friend, old love, Mimi Tachikawa, lying on the table.
The phone rang and Sora turned around. The constant beeping of the phone seemed to drown her in synch with her thoughts. Each time the phone rang she thought, 'This isn't real.' With a shaky hand, she picked up the phone. "Hel-lo," she stuttered saying each syllable in a short, quick breath.
"Hey, Sora it's Yamato," said the blonde on the other side of the line."
"Hel-lo?" again Sora said, still stuttering.
"Sora? You okay? Listen, I heard about Mimi and…" Sora heard no more, she had finally snapped and collapsed onto the ground.
Her vision was blurred as tears welled up in her eyes and let the cold night air blow them away. 'Stupid Takeru,' she thought, fast pacing down the road. Through the corner of her eye she saw a man sitting in an alley corner sleeping only under a thing garbage bag. "Poor man," she muttered, dropping a twenty to the ground and tucking it safely into the man's hand. "Thank you dear," the man said smiling at her. Hikari looked up and saw an elderly man, whose nose was red because of the cold night.
"You're welcome," she replied giving him a warm smile.
"Dear, you're a special one. So little people care about us, you spread light through us all," chuckled the older person.
'The crest of light,' Hikari thought and laughed, 'that's me' "Goodbye," she said giving yet another warm smile and began to walk off.
"Goodbye dear, God bless you," said the man.
As she walked away, she felt the hairs stand up on the back of her neck, she heard faint footsteps behind her. She swirled around only to find the old man asleep again on the street. Shrugging, she began to walk again, still feeling the hairs on her neck. Hikari felt uncomfortable, very uncomfortable, and began to walk faster, and faster, she was running. A hand reached out and grabbed her hand; she gave a yelp and tired to run. The person whoever it was was strong. Letting out another yelp, she tried to pull away, like a tug-of-war with her hand. The curb was straight ahead, all she had to do was pull away and run. "Let go!" Hikari yelled, yanking her hand away. She was at the curb now, "Let go!" she yelled again and was released as she tumbled onto the street. Hikari looked up only to see the headlights of a car beaming right in front of her.
Yamato hung up; he had heard the phone drop on the other side of the line. He just felt he had to get to her. He had always felt like this, every time something happened to her, he just felt like he had to be there, for Sora that was. "Damn emotions," he muttered to himself. It was a tough time for her and everyone and he could help. Running out of the Tai Po area, he got a taxi and hailed it to go to Hong Kong Harbour. Running up to the stairs in the rain, he was soaked when he got to the ticked booth. He said to the attendant there, "Can I have a Jet foil ticket to Macao?"
"Sorry sir," said the lady in the booth, "we're all sold out for today."
"Damn," said Yamato, "Any other boats?"
"Well, we have an old junk that tosses in the waves. It's about a four hour ride on that."
"Uh-huh, no thanks."
"Listen sir, if there is any extra space on any of the Jet foils leaving today, I'll call you."
"Okay, thanks," Yamato said leaving the booth and sat down on a near by bench and he began to catch his breath. He looked at his watch and hoped to be called.
He smelled the glove. Oh yes, it still had the scent of her. The flowery and pinkish smell to it tossed him back into the intense kill he made. It was time to give the glove, her glove to the next person he would kill, Sora Takenouchi…
"Takeru? Hello?" Hikari asked waving her hand in his face.
"Huh? What?" Takeru finally came back to his senses.
"Nothing," Hikari said annoyed, as she bit into her salad, "it's just that you seemed a bit off. Anything wrong?"
"No, nothing," Takeru said reflecting on the events that had happened that day.
Takeru now worked at a Hong Kong TV station. They station had begun to broadcast Mimi's cooking show. They had showed many episodes, but now they were out and Mimi was supposed to drop off a new episode on tape personally, she promised. Today, Mimi didn't even show up, no courier, nothing. So, they had to show a rerun. Their ratings dropped by half. They even got phone calls from loyal viewers with complaints and rants.
"She never came," Takeru whispered.
"Who never came?" Hikari had a very good ear.
"No one…never mind…" push Takeru.
"…Sure…fine…whatever you say," Hikari raised her voice.
"No one! Nothing! Hikari it has nothing to do with you," Takeru insisted.
Hikari stared at her salad for a while before she pushed it away, "I'm full she said, I got to go."
Hikari got up and walked away. "What? It has nothing to do with you," Takeru exclaimed watching Hikari leave the restaurant.
'That's exactly my point,' thought Hikari as she pushed open the door letting it slam back as she left.
Sora got up and walked to the door. The thunder clashed outside and the flashes of lighting reflected off her face. As she walked the knocking grew louder, she reached, she was shaking. Why on earth was she so scared? She just had a feeling that something was wrong outside, and her head was screaming at her that something dangerous was out there. She reached for the doorknob and turned it. Sora was pushed over as Miyako leapt in. "Oh thank you Sora!" Miyako said helping Sora up. "There was a terrible storm outside and I was in the neighbourhood and decided to drop by," Miyako put on a big grin, "and I was getting really wet so I kind of barged in."
"Uh huh," Sora said, still dazed from being knocked over. "It's okay," she said standing up and brushed herself off, "here, let me get you a towel."
Sora fetched Miyako a towel and led her into the living room. Where the two sat on the couch and began to discuss stories both old and new.
He looked at the calendar, exactly 48 hours after the murder. Yes, it was time, time to do it. He loaded the big black bag into his car, hopping into the driver's seat himself. The car's ignition rumbled and the car sped away running on the small country road. Stopping far, far away from his house. He opened the car door and stepped out. Here was an eerie scratch as eh pulled the bag from the car, and dragged it across the ground. He threw the bag in a nearby ditch and drove away. The bag had ripped open a bit, and out of a slit fell, a strand of pink hair.
"And when I was on my way to Ken's house, it started to pour," Miyako explained.
"Well, glad I was home," Sora said, handing her a cup of tea.
"Thanks," Miyako said. Then she remembered Mimi and decided to ask Sora about her, "I called Mimi about 15 times yesterday but, no one answered. How about you?"
'That's weird,' Sora thought, 'the same thing happened to me, except I didn't call 15 times.' "Oh well, She probably went to visit someone in Hong Kong or Japan, or maybe she went somewhere with Shinji," said Miyako, again with a huge grin on her face.
"Ugh, Miyako," Sora laughed.
The storm had stopped and the sky cleared, but it was still dark for it was night. "Well I really should get going. I promised Ken I would meet him," said Miyako.
"Oh okay," said Sora leading Miyako to the door.
"See you!" said Miyako hopping through the door and down the steps.
"Bye!" said Sora, waving goodbye to Miyako who was now pretty far down the street.
She had taken a shower and now was in her pyjamas, ready for bed. She sat on her couch watching a rerun of Casablanca as a late night movie. She was tired, trying to keep her eyelids open and trying to focus on the black and white figures on the screen as they sounded fuzzy words, but her eyes gave up on her and she fell asleep.
Sora woke up the next morning feeling groggy. She stirred around and flipped trying to get back to sleep, it was no use. Sora walked to her kitchen and made herself a cup of coffee. Stirring in the sugar in the cup, she looked at the clock in her living room; it was nine. 'Good,' she thought, 'just in time for the news.' She turned on the TV and took a sip. The news anchor then reported, "Last night, cooking sensation Mimi Tachikawa was found dead at…" Sora didn't' hear anymore. She dropped the cup which shattered into a million pieces that seemed to dance and spin around each other, doing an endless waltz.
Jyou sat in his office sipping a cup of mocha. He sighed as he leaned back looking up at the wall, seeing the doctoral cross-section posters hanging on his wall. Hearing a knock on the door, he turned his head towards the sound, "Come in," he said after clearing his throat.
A nurse then popped her head in, "Dr. Kido," she said, "we have a body up for an autopsy. You in for it?"
"Why not?" Jyou exasperated, getting up. Two kidney transplants, a fracture, and a car victim, an autopsy all the same thing. He sighed, his footsteps echoing down the hallway. Turning the corner, he opened the door to the operating room, finding his best friend, old love, Mimi Tachikawa, lying on the table.
The phone rang and Sora turned around. The constant beeping of the phone seemed to drown her in synch with her thoughts. Each time the phone rang she thought, 'This isn't real.' With a shaky hand, she picked up the phone. "Hel-lo," she stuttered saying each syllable in a short, quick breath.
"Hey, Sora it's Yamato," said the blonde on the other side of the line."
"Hel-lo?" again Sora said, still stuttering.
"Sora? You okay? Listen, I heard about Mimi and…" Sora heard no more, she had finally snapped and collapsed onto the ground.
Her vision was blurred as tears welled up in her eyes and let the cold night air blow them away. 'Stupid Takeru,' she thought, fast pacing down the road. Through the corner of her eye she saw a man sitting in an alley corner sleeping only under a thing garbage bag. "Poor man," she muttered, dropping a twenty to the ground and tucking it safely into the man's hand. "Thank you dear," the man said smiling at her. Hikari looked up and saw an elderly man, whose nose was red because of the cold night.
"You're welcome," she replied giving him a warm smile.
"Dear, you're a special one. So little people care about us, you spread light through us all," chuckled the older person.
'The crest of light,' Hikari thought and laughed, 'that's me' "Goodbye," she said giving yet another warm smile and began to walk off.
"Goodbye dear, God bless you," said the man.
As she walked away, she felt the hairs stand up on the back of her neck, she heard faint footsteps behind her. She swirled around only to find the old man asleep again on the street. Shrugging, she began to walk again, still feeling the hairs on her neck. Hikari felt uncomfortable, very uncomfortable, and began to walk faster, and faster, she was running. A hand reached out and grabbed her hand; she gave a yelp and tired to run. The person whoever it was was strong. Letting out another yelp, she tried to pull away, like a tug-of-war with her hand. The curb was straight ahead, all she had to do was pull away and run. "Let go!" Hikari yelled, yanking her hand away. She was at the curb now, "Let go!" she yelled again and was released as she tumbled onto the street. Hikari looked up only to see the headlights of a car beaming right in front of her.
Yamato hung up; he had heard the phone drop on the other side of the line. He just felt he had to get to her. He had always felt like this, every time something happened to her, he just felt like he had to be there, for Sora that was. "Damn emotions," he muttered to himself. It was a tough time for her and everyone and he could help. Running out of the Tai Po area, he got a taxi and hailed it to go to Hong Kong Harbour. Running up to the stairs in the rain, he was soaked when he got to the ticked booth. He said to the attendant there, "Can I have a Jet foil ticket to Macao?"
"Sorry sir," said the lady in the booth, "we're all sold out for today."
"Damn," said Yamato, "Any other boats?"
"Well, we have an old junk that tosses in the waves. It's about a four hour ride on that."
"Uh-huh, no thanks."
"Listen sir, if there is any extra space on any of the Jet foils leaving today, I'll call you."
"Okay, thanks," Yamato said leaving the booth and sat down on a near by bench and he began to catch his breath. He looked at his watch and hoped to be called.
He smelled the glove. Oh yes, it still had the scent of her. The flowery and pinkish smell to it tossed him back into the intense kill he made. It was time to give the glove, her glove to the next person he would kill, Sora Takenouchi…
