In case you forgot - still don't own it!
In past tense
two days ago
Today was the first day of spring. No, it wasn't the first of march. March the first, for anything, was just another grey and rainy day, excactly the same as february 28'th or march 2'nd.
It was the third of april today, and the spring, that for a whole month refused to come, spilled itself over tokyo with it's full might. It was as if some kind spirit was trying to compensate on all those dull and grey rainy days: birds were singing, flowers were blooming, a few drops, the remains of last night's rain, were dripping from the trees. The the sun was shining so warmly... Iven in Meifu that warmth was felt.
The sun, or rather, the white orb in the sky that was suposed to resemble a sun, had changed into a warmer, slightlygolden color. The sakuras had turned even pinker, and the birds... Well, there were no birds here... But if there were, they sure as hell would have been singing.
It was one of this days when sitting in the office, doing paperwork seemed like a sin. Tzuzuki was soundly asleep, Watari was feeding to his owl the remains of a failed experiment, and even Hisoka and Tatsumi, who usualy took work serious, were secretly counting the minutes till lunch. Each one of them had his own plans of spending the coming evening. Plans that were completly ruind by the sound of an opening door and horrifying words:
"Quit fooling around, get to my office, we got buisnes."
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"Oh well, it's back to work!"
"Damnit! I just got the coolest idea..."
"Of how to spend more of our department money on one of you're..."
"No! Don't make me wear a dress!"
"will someone wake Tzuzuki up?"
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Five minutes later, a company of five (dead) people and two (bird gods) chikens were sitting in the chif's darkened office, looking at pictures of corpses. So much for the first day of spring.
"So far twelve people were murdered. All live in Tokyo. The eyes of every victime were... removed... and replaced by doll eyes. No other connections between the victims. Almost seemes as if the murderer made an affort not to make a pattern. Except for the eyes, that is."
"Muraki... -- a low wisper, too quiet too tell who's.
"Yes, it does seem like one of his little games, -- the chiff continued, -- the only thing we did find out... he lined the bodys in a specific way. The eyes of each victim were looking at the diration of the next murder. We believe he is leading us. "
"To one of his traps. How very much like him."
"Of course, Kurosaki kun, that's obvious..."
"Too obvious, -- Tzuzuki, who up till then seemed to be preocupied witha piece of cake (a very cheap cake - Tatsumi won't have it otherway), looked up now. -- That's not like him. He plays more delicatly. No... he is trying to tell us something."
"So you're saying we should go to the diraction of the last death glare and just walk into one of his..."
"Yes, Hisoka. We should, and we would. What choice do we have?"
Hisoka's eyes seemed to burn with green fire while he stared at his partner. And they met with cold and hard purple ice. It made him nervous when Tzuzuki was so serious. He hated to admit it, but he much prefered Tzuzuki the clown.
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Author's rants:
This capter is a little longer... I just can't seem to be able to write long chapters... oh well, that just means there will be a lot of short ones...
I got my first review, which is totaly cool...
Anyway, it was a crazy week. I had my finals in biology, russian and english. At least tomorrow i'll have the day off...
Well, that's all the rantings i got.