Hey Ya'll, here's Chapter 2 (Gomen, I'm not one for much notes)
A Deafening Scilence
Chapter 2
PG 13
"We're sorry Chiba-san, but for the last time, your
wife's death was a clear cut suicide. NOT a murder! Dr.
Kyoki himself signed the death certificate!" It was two days
after his break down and Mamoru was still very tense. He had
indeed called the police and had two more searches conducted
just as he said he would, but neither produced anything new
and Mamoru was starting to think they weren't really even
trying.
After the last comment, Mamoru whirled around to face
his opposer, who at the moment was standing side by side
with his best friend. "Who is this 'Kyoki'? I want to meet
him!" Mamoru demanded.
The officer shuddered a bit. There was something in the man's eyes. He didn't know what it was about him, but it was
something powerful. This guy wanted some serious answers.
He dabbed his forehead with a cloth. He was going to snap, he
knew it, he had to get out of there before...
Aishin walked over to Mamoru and put her hand on his
shoulder. "Mamoru-kun... Kyoki is just the doctor. Maybe you
should give this up."
Just then there was a knock at the door. Mamoru gave the
officer a sharp glance, then went to answer it. When the
door was opened, a man in an Osaka City police uniform
stomped in, pointing to the Tokyo City officer. He spoke
loudly and clearly.
"Chiba-san, don't believe this man! Everything he's saying
is a lie!" He turned to face Mamoru, who was behind him,
"You were right. Usagi-san did NOT commit suicide! In fact
that wasn't even-" But he was cut short. Aishin screamed.
The Tokyo officer was holding the Osaka officer at gunpoint.
Mamoru put his hands up and froze. "Sir, if you could, please
put the gun down." The officer was sweating. He pressed the
gun closer to the other man's head, looking nervously at
Mamoru. "You know this man?"
Mamoru stepped forward, his hands still up. "Yes, I do. I
hired him. He's from Osaka, my wife's birthplace. Sir, I'm
sure we can all cooperate better if there isn't someone's
life at stake." He walked slowly towards the officer and put
his hand on the gun, lowering it towards the floor.
The man was crying as he looked up at Mamoru, his eyes
pleading. "Help me..." he choked out. Suddenly he grabbed
his head and ran out the door screaming.
The Osaka officer, whose name was Tenchi, let out a loud
sigh, shook his head and blinked his eyes a few times.
Mamoru patted him on the back and helped him stand up.
"Ai-chan, are you O.K.?" he asked Aishin, who nodded her
head, lying of course; a man could have just been killed!
But she didn't want to seem weak in front of Mamoru.
Mamoru sighed, amazing at her composure for he himself was
shaking considerably. "Yokata, I'm glad."
She looked over to the shaken detective, and smiled sweetly,
"Can I get you anything?"
He looked up at her and couldn't help but give a small smile
in return. "Just a glass of water. Please?"
Aishin nodded again and disappeared into the kitchen. Mamoru
gestured for Tenchi to take a seat on the couch, which he
did.
Aishin reappeared with the water, and she and Mamoru took
seats on opposite sides of the officer.
"You gonna be O.K.?" Mamoru asked.
"Yeah, I'll be fine," he said shaking his head trying to
clear it. "We have more important business to worry about.
As I was saying, you were right, Usagi didn't commit
suicide. That-" He paused, looking first to Aishin then to
Mamoru. "Are you ready for this?"
Mamoru nodded. Tenchi took a deep breath, then continued. "I
don't know how it's possible, but that wasn't Usagi." There
was a silence.
"What do you mean, 'that wasn't Usagi?' WHAT wasn't Usagi?!"
Mamoru yelled. Tenchi sighed.
"The body in the coffin at the wake, that wasn't Usagi. I
should also mention that the body was never examined in the
first place. Obviously, if they had examined it they would
have found that it was just a clone, not a real human being.
"I know you must have a million questions, but unfortunately
I can't give answers. I have said all I was sent to say.
Mission complete."
Tenchi stood and backed away from the couch. Mamoru gave a
questioning glance to Aishin, who shrugged, just as confused
by the man's strange behavior as Mamoru. The latter stood
cautiously, asking, "Tenchi-san, daijobu? Are you all
right?" He walked over to the man, who was standing as still
as a statue.
Tenchi turned suddenly to face Mamoru, but as he did so,
Mamoru gasped, taking a few steps backward, for there in the
detective's eyes was the exact same pleading look that had
been in the Tokyo officer's eyes right before he ran
screaming out the door.
"Help me." Tenchi choked out. He stood, all of his body
frozen in place with the exception of his head, which jerked
back and forth from Aishin to Mamoru.
"Mamoru-kun?" Aishin asked, a bit high pitched, as she
grabbed on to his arm.
"Stay back!" he ordered her, as she let out a gasp.
Tenchi's eyes were just about bursting out of his skull, and
the individual veins started to bulge out of his face.
Aishin stood petrified, clinging to Mamoru's arm so tightly
she almost cut off his circulation.
"HELP ME!" the detective screamed again, with the same agony
as the officer before, and like his predecessor he too
grabbed his head screaming, falling to his knees. He tried
to speak but the pain--if you could call it by such a simple
name-- in his temples only grew. Finally he screamed one
last bitter and piercing cry as Mamoru and Aishin looked on
in horror, not knowing in the least what in the world was
going on or what to do. Then, right there in Chiba Mamoru's
living room, Tenchi drew one last breath, grew still, and
just as suddenly as he had come through the door, he
disappeared into thin air.
A Deafening Scilence
Chapter 2
PG 13
"We're sorry Chiba-san, but for the last time, your
wife's death was a clear cut suicide. NOT a murder! Dr.
Kyoki himself signed the death certificate!" It was two days
after his break down and Mamoru was still very tense. He had
indeed called the police and had two more searches conducted
just as he said he would, but neither produced anything new
and Mamoru was starting to think they weren't really even
trying.
After the last comment, Mamoru whirled around to face
his opposer, who at the moment was standing side by side
with his best friend. "Who is this 'Kyoki'? I want to meet
him!" Mamoru demanded.
The officer shuddered a bit. There was something in the man's eyes. He didn't know what it was about him, but it was
something powerful. This guy wanted some serious answers.
He dabbed his forehead with a cloth. He was going to snap, he
knew it, he had to get out of there before...
Aishin walked over to Mamoru and put her hand on his
shoulder. "Mamoru-kun... Kyoki is just the doctor. Maybe you
should give this up."
Just then there was a knock at the door. Mamoru gave the
officer a sharp glance, then went to answer it. When the
door was opened, a man in an Osaka City police uniform
stomped in, pointing to the Tokyo City officer. He spoke
loudly and clearly.
"Chiba-san, don't believe this man! Everything he's saying
is a lie!" He turned to face Mamoru, who was behind him,
"You were right. Usagi-san did NOT commit suicide! In fact
that wasn't even-" But he was cut short. Aishin screamed.
The Tokyo officer was holding the Osaka officer at gunpoint.
Mamoru put his hands up and froze. "Sir, if you could, please
put the gun down." The officer was sweating. He pressed the
gun closer to the other man's head, looking nervously at
Mamoru. "You know this man?"
Mamoru stepped forward, his hands still up. "Yes, I do. I
hired him. He's from Osaka, my wife's birthplace. Sir, I'm
sure we can all cooperate better if there isn't someone's
life at stake." He walked slowly towards the officer and put
his hand on the gun, lowering it towards the floor.
The man was crying as he looked up at Mamoru, his eyes
pleading. "Help me..." he choked out. Suddenly he grabbed
his head and ran out the door screaming.
The Osaka officer, whose name was Tenchi, let out a loud
sigh, shook his head and blinked his eyes a few times.
Mamoru patted him on the back and helped him stand up.
"Ai-chan, are you O.K.?" he asked Aishin, who nodded her
head, lying of course; a man could have just been killed!
But she didn't want to seem weak in front of Mamoru.
Mamoru sighed, amazing at her composure for he himself was
shaking considerably. "Yokata, I'm glad."
She looked over to the shaken detective, and smiled sweetly,
"Can I get you anything?"
He looked up at her and couldn't help but give a small smile
in return. "Just a glass of water. Please?"
Aishin nodded again and disappeared into the kitchen. Mamoru
gestured for Tenchi to take a seat on the couch, which he
did.
Aishin reappeared with the water, and she and Mamoru took
seats on opposite sides of the officer.
"You gonna be O.K.?" Mamoru asked.
"Yeah, I'll be fine," he said shaking his head trying to
clear it. "We have more important business to worry about.
As I was saying, you were right, Usagi didn't commit
suicide. That-" He paused, looking first to Aishin then to
Mamoru. "Are you ready for this?"
Mamoru nodded. Tenchi took a deep breath, then continued. "I
don't know how it's possible, but that wasn't Usagi." There
was a silence.
"What do you mean, 'that wasn't Usagi?' WHAT wasn't Usagi?!"
Mamoru yelled. Tenchi sighed.
"The body in the coffin at the wake, that wasn't Usagi. I
should also mention that the body was never examined in the
first place. Obviously, if they had examined it they would
have found that it was just a clone, not a real human being.
"I know you must have a million questions, but unfortunately
I can't give answers. I have said all I was sent to say.
Mission complete."
Tenchi stood and backed away from the couch. Mamoru gave a
questioning glance to Aishin, who shrugged, just as confused
by the man's strange behavior as Mamoru. The latter stood
cautiously, asking, "Tenchi-san, daijobu? Are you all
right?" He walked over to the man, who was standing as still
as a statue.
Tenchi turned suddenly to face Mamoru, but as he did so,
Mamoru gasped, taking a few steps backward, for there in the
detective's eyes was the exact same pleading look that had
been in the Tokyo officer's eyes right before he ran
screaming out the door.
"Help me." Tenchi choked out. He stood, all of his body
frozen in place with the exception of his head, which jerked
back and forth from Aishin to Mamoru.
"Mamoru-kun?" Aishin asked, a bit high pitched, as she
grabbed on to his arm.
"Stay back!" he ordered her, as she let out a gasp.
Tenchi's eyes were just about bursting out of his skull, and
the individual veins started to bulge out of his face.
Aishin stood petrified, clinging to Mamoru's arm so tightly
she almost cut off his circulation.
"HELP ME!" the detective screamed again, with the same agony
as the officer before, and like his predecessor he too
grabbed his head screaming, falling to his knees. He tried
to speak but the pain--if you could call it by such a simple
name-- in his temples only grew. Finally he screamed one
last bitter and piercing cry as Mamoru and Aishin looked on
in horror, not knowing in the least what in the world was
going on or what to do. Then, right there in Chiba Mamoru's
living room, Tenchi drew one last breath, grew still, and
just as suddenly as he had come through the door, he
disappeared into thin air.