Brrriiiing. brrriiing. I edged my arm out to sentence the monster to
silence. An hour late, I arrived at work with black bowels beneath my eyes.
It's Monday morning. I forgot my make-up. I haven't had coffee. Life is not
good.
Eriol sauntered towards me with his usual staggering gait, "Yo Sakura! 'Sup?" Sigh. Why couldn't I be like Eriol? Forever happy, all you could want in an optimistic.
"Please, don't ask. But come into my office, I'll tell you."
"Yes madam." He mocked a salute and marched himself into my office. We sat on opposite sides of the desk and I began my suspicions.
"It's just a suspicion, we need more clues first. Do you remember two months back? The drug dealers?"
"Yeah. so? We chucked them all in jail, only one that we couldn't get," he said nonchalantly.
"That's it Eriol. That's the one. I saw him."
"You what? Sakura, you're not hallucinating are you? The guy disappeared off the face of the Earth!"
"It's what we all thought. We were wrong. All of us. I met with him yesterday on the basis that he had information on Chiharu's death."
"Okay, tell me from the beginning." A grave composure settled on Eriol's features. I guess optimism doesn't last through a friend's death huh? It'll be astray through our conversation. because Chiharu's memory will be hovering above.
In the afternoon I received a call from Chiharu's solicitor to meet him at his office. If Chiharu wasn't in the picture, I'd make up some clichéd excuse. His offer for a one night stand was rejected. you'll think his male ego won't stand for it. but no, he doesn't stop trying. Aggravating huh? So despite the presence of Takeshi Yamasaki, I ventured into the Supreme Court building.
The secretary glanced up, "How can I help you?"
"I have an appointment with Takeshi..." It's supposed to be a meeting, can't get the secretary suspicious. "Uh, Mr Yamasakis at 4 this afternoon."
She flipped through consecutive files and paused at one, tapping her fingernail against it. "Ah yes, Ms Kinomoto? In the office to the left please." She indicated a door with a golden plate attached to it: Takeshi Yamasaki. I rapped against the door and waited to be invited in. "Hello Sakura. Come in." I wondered how it would go if it wasn't me. irrelevant. I pushed it out of my mind, exhaled a deep breath and entered.
The rounded room spoke an atmosphere of laughter and mirth, furniture and layout designed pleasurably. It all revolved around the man beaming his typical unperturbed smile.
"Good afternoon Mr Yamasaki." I extruded my hand out expectantly.
"There's no need for formalities. You know that." Instead of politely shaking my hand, he held it to his lips and swept a kiss upon the surface.
"Whatever Takeshi, lets get down to why I'm here. Oh, and it isn't because I changed my mind about your offer."
"As you wish Sakura." His laugh rung the air on a silvery melody as he grinned a surrender.
"And right now I wish you to proceed."
"It concerns the contents of Chiharu's will. She left a. diary. to you." His tone visibly proclaimed that he was as baffled as I that Chiharu would leave me an account of her life. Sliding out his drawers, he lifted a thin blue bound book and handed it to me.
"Thanks Josh for this. Bye." I turned to leave and started for the door.
"Sakura?" I spun around to face him, waiting for his response. "Call me if you need anything." His eyes sparkling, he winked and waved, "Bye."
The water seeped through my hair in trickles, dripping slowly to the floor. Gazing into the depths on the night, I followed the soft drizzle of rain upon the window glass. The still moment rippled, I wrung out the water from my hair. Chiharu's diary fell in my hold as I grasped it and plopped onto my bed.
I traced my finger along the shallow valleys embracing the diary. It was hard to relive a friend's personal life. when that person had already left the world. It wasn't simple. And I couldn't do it without emotion, without the searing pain and honest insight. Carefully, I lifted the cover and began to read. Hours slid past and the night cultivated. Page after page. I read on and on.
The sky shed its black cloak and in its wake, the darkness faded to another region. Sunlight danced between my lashes and played across my features, awakening me to the new day. I felt an imposing burden upon my chest. My eyes shifted and paused on a blue book. Oh my god. Chiharu's diary.
Recollections of the night before flashed through my memory, phrases repeated themselves before my eyes. The truth I couldn't envision, I didn't believe. I had to find out.
It was quiet at the early hour where many would still be sleeping. Perfect. I fumbled my keys for the right one, the clinking of metal an intruder against the serene silence. I wedged the key into the lock and turned it once. The door creaked inwards and stumbling among shadows I arrived in my office. The light switch flicked on and the brightness brought the room to stark vision. I advanced towards the computer, pressing the "start up" button, it droned to life, humming familiar sounds.
The log in screen required a username and password; I shuffled the pages within Chiharu's diary until it flipped to the right one. I typed in the data, hit enter and it started loading Chiharu's log in user. Somehow, I didn't know what I wanted to find, I didn't know if I wanted the truth, I didn't know how I wanted it all to end. With a few successive clicks of the mouse I accessed CIA agent details. In the search engine, I typed an exact replica of details written in the diary. The computer started searching the database for results. I closed my eyes, hoping for. something. Slowly, my eyes fluttered open.
On the screen the truth lay bold and bare. I knew.
Eriol sauntered towards me with his usual staggering gait, "Yo Sakura! 'Sup?" Sigh. Why couldn't I be like Eriol? Forever happy, all you could want in an optimistic.
"Please, don't ask. But come into my office, I'll tell you."
"Yes madam." He mocked a salute and marched himself into my office. We sat on opposite sides of the desk and I began my suspicions.
"It's just a suspicion, we need more clues first. Do you remember two months back? The drug dealers?"
"Yeah. so? We chucked them all in jail, only one that we couldn't get," he said nonchalantly.
"That's it Eriol. That's the one. I saw him."
"You what? Sakura, you're not hallucinating are you? The guy disappeared off the face of the Earth!"
"It's what we all thought. We were wrong. All of us. I met with him yesterday on the basis that he had information on Chiharu's death."
"Okay, tell me from the beginning." A grave composure settled on Eriol's features. I guess optimism doesn't last through a friend's death huh? It'll be astray through our conversation. because Chiharu's memory will be hovering above.
In the afternoon I received a call from Chiharu's solicitor to meet him at his office. If Chiharu wasn't in the picture, I'd make up some clichéd excuse. His offer for a one night stand was rejected. you'll think his male ego won't stand for it. but no, he doesn't stop trying. Aggravating huh? So despite the presence of Takeshi Yamasaki, I ventured into the Supreme Court building.
The secretary glanced up, "How can I help you?"
"I have an appointment with Takeshi..." It's supposed to be a meeting, can't get the secretary suspicious. "Uh, Mr Yamasakis at 4 this afternoon."
She flipped through consecutive files and paused at one, tapping her fingernail against it. "Ah yes, Ms Kinomoto? In the office to the left please." She indicated a door with a golden plate attached to it: Takeshi Yamasaki. I rapped against the door and waited to be invited in. "Hello Sakura. Come in." I wondered how it would go if it wasn't me. irrelevant. I pushed it out of my mind, exhaled a deep breath and entered.
The rounded room spoke an atmosphere of laughter and mirth, furniture and layout designed pleasurably. It all revolved around the man beaming his typical unperturbed smile.
"Good afternoon Mr Yamasaki." I extruded my hand out expectantly.
"There's no need for formalities. You know that." Instead of politely shaking my hand, he held it to his lips and swept a kiss upon the surface.
"Whatever Takeshi, lets get down to why I'm here. Oh, and it isn't because I changed my mind about your offer."
"As you wish Sakura." His laugh rung the air on a silvery melody as he grinned a surrender.
"And right now I wish you to proceed."
"It concerns the contents of Chiharu's will. She left a. diary. to you." His tone visibly proclaimed that he was as baffled as I that Chiharu would leave me an account of her life. Sliding out his drawers, he lifted a thin blue bound book and handed it to me.
"Thanks Josh for this. Bye." I turned to leave and started for the door.
"Sakura?" I spun around to face him, waiting for his response. "Call me if you need anything." His eyes sparkling, he winked and waved, "Bye."
The water seeped through my hair in trickles, dripping slowly to the floor. Gazing into the depths on the night, I followed the soft drizzle of rain upon the window glass. The still moment rippled, I wrung out the water from my hair. Chiharu's diary fell in my hold as I grasped it and plopped onto my bed.
I traced my finger along the shallow valleys embracing the diary. It was hard to relive a friend's personal life. when that person had already left the world. It wasn't simple. And I couldn't do it without emotion, without the searing pain and honest insight. Carefully, I lifted the cover and began to read. Hours slid past and the night cultivated. Page after page. I read on and on.
The sky shed its black cloak and in its wake, the darkness faded to another region. Sunlight danced between my lashes and played across my features, awakening me to the new day. I felt an imposing burden upon my chest. My eyes shifted and paused on a blue book. Oh my god. Chiharu's diary.
Recollections of the night before flashed through my memory, phrases repeated themselves before my eyes. The truth I couldn't envision, I didn't believe. I had to find out.
It was quiet at the early hour where many would still be sleeping. Perfect. I fumbled my keys for the right one, the clinking of metal an intruder against the serene silence. I wedged the key into the lock and turned it once. The door creaked inwards and stumbling among shadows I arrived in my office. The light switch flicked on and the brightness brought the room to stark vision. I advanced towards the computer, pressing the "start up" button, it droned to life, humming familiar sounds.
The log in screen required a username and password; I shuffled the pages within Chiharu's diary until it flipped to the right one. I typed in the data, hit enter and it started loading Chiharu's log in user. Somehow, I didn't know what I wanted to find, I didn't know if I wanted the truth, I didn't know how I wanted it all to end. With a few successive clicks of the mouse I accessed CIA agent details. In the search engine, I typed an exact replica of details written in the diary. The computer started searching the database for results. I closed my eyes, hoping for. something. Slowly, my eyes fluttered open.
On the screen the truth lay bold and bare. I knew.