A Deafening Scilence
Chapter4
PG 13
"Oh, Amaterasu*." Mamoru gasped. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately.
Aishin screamed and nearly fainted, but Mamoru caught her. With his support she got back on her feet.
"Mamoru-kun. What was that?" Mamoru knelt down and picked up something lying on the spot where Tenchi had just disappeared.
"Careful Mamoru-kun! It might be dangerous." Aishin warned.
Mamoru chuckled at her word of caution. "Ai, come on, I appreciate your concern, but I'm twenty-eight, I can take care of myself." Turning back to the curio, he thought out loud. "This thing looks almost like a pair of headphones." Just at that moment the object stared to move. It jumped out of Mamoru's hands and rapidly started to crawl up his arm and on to his shoulders.
Aishin picked up her purse and smacked the thing off of Mamoru's shoulders and on to the ground. When it continued to move, she stomped on it with her high-heeled shoe until it stopped moving.
(*Amaterasu is the sun goddess of the Shinto religion. Japan's emperors are said to be descendants of this goddess.)
Mamoru got up and brushed himself off. He picked up the
crushed bits of the thing and walked over to the desk where his
microscope was located.
"Arigato, thank you Ai-chan, whatever that was I don't think it wanted to be friends." He flashed her one of his gorgeous heart-stopping smiles, and sat down to study the thing that had just attacked him.
"Note to self: Never mess with Aishin when she is wearing her red heels," Mamoru said under his voice.
Aishin, who was now sitting on the couch, glanced over at him. "What was that, Chiba Mamoru?"
"Noth-ing," he said in a singsong voice. She walked over to him and smacked his back with her purse, this time in playfulness, but he just laughed and returned to his work.
Aishin was glad to see Mamoru laugh again. He hadn't laughed the whole time she was back from her business trip to America. She blushed, knowing that the reason he had made that joke was to help get her mind off of the horrifying thing that had just happened to the officer.
She didn't deserve him. But that didn't make her desire any less. She had loved him since they were in their teens. He had loved her too, and still did, but not the way she wanted.
She sat back down on the couch and watched Mamoru as he worked. 'Always the scientist,' she mused. It was just another thing she loved about him, but she frowned and looked down at the floor. His heart would always be with another woman. Whether that woman be dead or alive, she would always hold his heart. That woman was Usagi.
Aishin leaned her head back, recalling a distant memory of the first time she saw the woman who had stolen Mamoru's heart, never to return it.
One day Aishin was in the hospital with pneumonia and Mamoru came to visit. She was just fourteen at the time and Mamoru was seventeen. He gave her a bouquet of roses and he stayed with her the whole day. Then, just before he left, her told her with mock sternness that she 'better get better or else'. With that he kissed her on the lips and walked out the door. Aishin felt closer to Mamoru then than she had ever felt towards anyone, ever.
One week later when she got out of the hospital she went to surprise Mamoru after school. She spotted his car, and waited on a bench for him to come out. She had waited for about ten minutes when Mamoru finally emerged from the school doors. Aishin ran up to meet him, but stopped in her tracks. Mamoru was with another girl, and a very pretty one at that. He and the girl walked down to his car, both laughing and talking. At that moment Aishin's heart sank as she watched Mamoru kiss the girl deeply.
It wasn't the same kiss he gave her. That one was light and quick. This kiss was a serious one. It was what she had heard some of the older girls in her school call french kissing.
When they finally broke apart, the girl blushed and said something to which Mamoru nodded. She then ran off into the building next to the school. Aishin's eyes filled up with tears as she ran down the block.
She came to know the girl Mamoru kissed that day quite well. After a few years they became very good friends, and eight years later Aishin was the maid of honor at the girl's, now woman's, wedding to Mamoru.
"Ai-chan! Hey, Ai-chan!" Mamoru called her, snapping her out of her reverie.
"Hmm?" she asked drowsily. "What is it, Mamoru-kun?"
"Come over here. I've found something." She wearily pulled herself up and walked over to his desk. He looked up at her, and then back at the thing that had held his attention for the last half-hour. He took a deep breath and began to talk slowly.
"I found out what this thing was used for. You see, what happens is this thing crawls up your shoulder, like it did mine. It then proceeds to enter your ear and go inside of your head. Once inside your head, these things here," he indicated two small curved microphone shaped pieces, "latch on to a side of your head, controlling your mind."
Aishin looked nauseous.
"How did you find this out?" she asked, half not wanting to hear the answer. Mamoru kept his eyes on it.
"I don't know," he said, confused himself. "I honestly don't know. But I will tell you one thing; I'm going to get to the bottom of this myself. No more police, no more detectives, just me. I have a feeling that whoever, or whatever killed Usako is beyond what the law can handle."
Aishin looked down at him and smiled. "I'll help you."
Mamoru bunched up his eyebrows and turned his head to look at her. "You will?"
"Yes. I trust you. I know that you need to do this."
He relaxed his face and smiled. "Thanks Ai-chan, you're the best friend I could have."
Aishin opened her mouth to protest, but then closed her eyes, shook her head, and smiled as well. "You too, Mamo-kun, you too."
Chapter4
PG 13
"Oh, Amaterasu*." Mamoru gasped. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately.
Aishin screamed and nearly fainted, but Mamoru caught her. With his support she got back on her feet.
"Mamoru-kun. What was that?" Mamoru knelt down and picked up something lying on the spot where Tenchi had just disappeared.
"Careful Mamoru-kun! It might be dangerous." Aishin warned.
Mamoru chuckled at her word of caution. "Ai, come on, I appreciate your concern, but I'm twenty-eight, I can take care of myself." Turning back to the curio, he thought out loud. "This thing looks almost like a pair of headphones." Just at that moment the object stared to move. It jumped out of Mamoru's hands and rapidly started to crawl up his arm and on to his shoulders.
Aishin picked up her purse and smacked the thing off of Mamoru's shoulders and on to the ground. When it continued to move, she stomped on it with her high-heeled shoe until it stopped moving.
(*Amaterasu is the sun goddess of the Shinto religion. Japan's emperors are said to be descendants of this goddess.)
Mamoru got up and brushed himself off. He picked up the
crushed bits of the thing and walked over to the desk where his
microscope was located.
"Arigato, thank you Ai-chan, whatever that was I don't think it wanted to be friends." He flashed her one of his gorgeous heart-stopping smiles, and sat down to study the thing that had just attacked him.
"Note to self: Never mess with Aishin when she is wearing her red heels," Mamoru said under his voice.
Aishin, who was now sitting on the couch, glanced over at him. "What was that, Chiba Mamoru?"
"Noth-ing," he said in a singsong voice. She walked over to him and smacked his back with her purse, this time in playfulness, but he just laughed and returned to his work.
Aishin was glad to see Mamoru laugh again. He hadn't laughed the whole time she was back from her business trip to America. She blushed, knowing that the reason he had made that joke was to help get her mind off of the horrifying thing that had just happened to the officer.
She didn't deserve him. But that didn't make her desire any less. She had loved him since they were in their teens. He had loved her too, and still did, but not the way she wanted.
She sat back down on the couch and watched Mamoru as he worked. 'Always the scientist,' she mused. It was just another thing she loved about him, but she frowned and looked down at the floor. His heart would always be with another woman. Whether that woman be dead or alive, she would always hold his heart. That woman was Usagi.
Aishin leaned her head back, recalling a distant memory of the first time she saw the woman who had stolen Mamoru's heart, never to return it.
One day Aishin was in the hospital with pneumonia and Mamoru came to visit. She was just fourteen at the time and Mamoru was seventeen. He gave her a bouquet of roses and he stayed with her the whole day. Then, just before he left, her told her with mock sternness that she 'better get better or else'. With that he kissed her on the lips and walked out the door. Aishin felt closer to Mamoru then than she had ever felt towards anyone, ever.
One week later when she got out of the hospital she went to surprise Mamoru after school. She spotted his car, and waited on a bench for him to come out. She had waited for about ten minutes when Mamoru finally emerged from the school doors. Aishin ran up to meet him, but stopped in her tracks. Mamoru was with another girl, and a very pretty one at that. He and the girl walked down to his car, both laughing and talking. At that moment Aishin's heart sank as she watched Mamoru kiss the girl deeply.
It wasn't the same kiss he gave her. That one was light and quick. This kiss was a serious one. It was what she had heard some of the older girls in her school call french kissing.
When they finally broke apart, the girl blushed and said something to which Mamoru nodded. She then ran off into the building next to the school. Aishin's eyes filled up with tears as she ran down the block.
She came to know the girl Mamoru kissed that day quite well. After a few years they became very good friends, and eight years later Aishin was the maid of honor at the girl's, now woman's, wedding to Mamoru.
"Ai-chan! Hey, Ai-chan!" Mamoru called her, snapping her out of her reverie.
"Hmm?" she asked drowsily. "What is it, Mamoru-kun?"
"Come over here. I've found something." She wearily pulled herself up and walked over to his desk. He looked up at her, and then back at the thing that had held his attention for the last half-hour. He took a deep breath and began to talk slowly.
"I found out what this thing was used for. You see, what happens is this thing crawls up your shoulder, like it did mine. It then proceeds to enter your ear and go inside of your head. Once inside your head, these things here," he indicated two small curved microphone shaped pieces, "latch on to a side of your head, controlling your mind."
Aishin looked nauseous.
"How did you find this out?" she asked, half not wanting to hear the answer. Mamoru kept his eyes on it.
"I don't know," he said, confused himself. "I honestly don't know. But I will tell you one thing; I'm going to get to the bottom of this myself. No more police, no more detectives, just me. I have a feeling that whoever, or whatever killed Usako is beyond what the law can handle."
Aishin looked down at him and smiled. "I'll help you."
Mamoru bunched up his eyebrows and turned his head to look at her. "You will?"
"Yes. I trust you. I know that you need to do this."
He relaxed his face and smiled. "Thanks Ai-chan, you're the best friend I could have."
Aishin opened her mouth to protest, but then closed her eyes, shook her head, and smiled as well. "You too, Mamo-kun, you too."