Chapter 3..:D
Nobuyuki sank to her knees on the cold-stone floor.
"Jesus Christ…" Hajime muttered.
"It's alright. Are you her relatives?" The doctor asked him.
Hajime shook his head. "We're her friends – I'm going to call her brother."
Nobuyuki stood up, tears welling from her eyes. Misa was her only best friend, and she couldn't accept the fact that Misa died.
Hajime miserably took out his mobile phone and dialed the number.
"Hello? Is this Meicho Tomiyama? The sister of Misa Kikimura?" he spoke.
"Yes – who is this, please? What about my sister?" Meicho asked curiously.
Hajime gulped. "Can you please come here in Honogurai Medical Center? I'm Misa's friend." he said nervously.
He didn't know how he should say that Misa was dead.
Meicho was silent for a while, and he finally spoke. "I just arrived here at Megumi and Kiyoshi's wake – but anyway, is she sick?"
There was a slight tone of panic in Meicho's voice as he spoke.
"She's – er – she is – d-dead." Hajime blurted.
There was silence at the other end of the line and a few seconds later, the line was cut off. Hajime slid his phone back in his pocket and helped Nobuyuki off the floor. He hugged him tightly and said, "It's okay Nobu – no matter what happens, im still going to be here for you."
A few hours later, Meicho arrived at the hospital together with Misa's other relatives. They brought her to a funeral home, and decided to bury her in the cemetery as soon as possible. They couldn't take it to see her dead anymore, and it was much better if she was immediately buried. Exactly at seven in the morning the following day, everyone visited the burial of Misa Kikimura. They all attended the mass, and the burial until the coffin was safely buried six feet underground. Hajime and Nobuyuki left the cemetery at around nine in the morning just as everyone else left. Hajime headed straight to work after he brought Nobuyuki home. At twelve noon, Nobuyuki sat alone in her room, staring at the pictures she kept with Misa when they visited Hong Kong three months ago on vacation. A tear dropped from her eye. Wiping it off her cheek, she left the room and entered the kitchen. She then saw Hajime heating something in the microwave oven, his back to hers.
"Honey, I thought you're shift is until eight in the evening – why'd you come home so early?" she asked curiously.
Hajime didn't seem to hear him even though she was just a few meters away. He was just standing there, minding his own business.
Nobuyuki grinned. "Ah – Hajime dear don't fool with me, im serious!" she exclaimed laughingly.
Still, Hajime didn't talk, nor budge. Nobuyuki ran over to him, and leapt on his back, hugging him tightly.
Suddenly, she felt her husband's two hands grab her by the sides and with extremely powerful strength, threw her off his back.
Uttering a loud scream, Nobuyuki was sent flying a few meters off. She hit the shelves of cooking ingredients, fell onto the floor and fell unconscious as soon as the shelf crashed onto her head. The last thing she saw was a blurred woman walking towards her with a blood-stained face, two razor knives in her hand, ready to struck…….
"NOBUYUKI!" Hajime screamed in terror the instant he got home. His wife was lying on the floor, blood everywhere. Two knives were struck in her chest, and the whole shelf was in pieces on top of her. At first he just stood there in extreme panic and fright. Then he grabbed the telephone, dialed the ambulance, and then the police station.
Five minutes later, the ambulance arrived. They immediately checked her pulse, and unfortunately told Hajime that she's a hundred percent dead. Police arrived soon after, and investigated the crime scene.
"You said that you saw her here exactly like that upon coming home?" the officer asked him.
Hajime nodded. He was sure he wasn't himself. He didn't want to accept that fact that her wife was dead – he never would.
"Did your wife receive any death threats before? Any text messages threatening her life and yours?" the officer asked again.
Hajime shook his head. "She's n-not like that. She has lots of friends – no enemies. n-not at all." he explained briefly.
The officer looked around, while the other officers took pictures of the body.
One of the officer suddenly noticed pieces of tiny pictures on the floor, near to the dead body.
Hajime watched them take it, and curiously watched the looks of horror in their faces.
The other officers dashed over to the chief talking to Hajime, and showed him the pictures they found.
"So - you have been lying. Take a look at this." the chief officer said with a grunt. He took the pictures and carefully showed them to Hajime.
"Oh my god… that's not me!" Hajime bellowed.
The first picture was of Hajime attacking Nobuyuki with a knife, the second who had Hajime strangling his wife to the floor, and the third was of Hajime yet again intentionally choking her wife to the floor.
"THAT'S NOT TRUE!" he screamed at the officers, tears falling from his eyes. He felt as though he was about to faint. He couldn't believe the pictures. Somebody might be framing him, and it seemed excellently planned.
"Your going to jail!" The chief said, and ordered his men to take him inside the police car. They handcuffed him and dragged him in the car. Nobuyuki's body was sent to the morgue and since she had no other relatives, she was immediately buried.
At the instant they arrived at the police station, Hajime was immediately locked inside his own cell.
Extremely depressed, he punched the wall with all his might and sank to the floor, crying his heart out.
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