Omi was lost. He did not know why someone would want to kill anyone. He was sad when he found out that Kimiko would never wake up and talk to him. Tell him that this was all a joke. Omi sighed. A different minister was saying prayers for two different deceased boys. Raimundo and Clay.
Omi was in Raimundo's and Clay's funeral. Their families thought it would be better if they had one funeral instead of two.
Omi shifted in his seat. The suit he was wearing was very uncomfortable. It was the same suit he wore to Kimiko's funeral.
Omi looked over to the two different caskets that was closed that everyone was gazing upon and weeping for. Master Fung had said that the caskets held the bodies of the fallen boys.
Omi was back at the temple back in his old clothes. He was lying down on his mat staring into -as Kimiko would say- staring into sky. The temple was deathly quiet. Omi felt like he was the only dragon at the temple again.
A snicker of laughs brought him back to Earth. They sounded a lot like Kimiko, Rai, and Clay!
Omi ran into a hallway and saw Dojo laughing wildly while facing someone who was at the corner. The person, or group of people were blocked from Omi's view by the wall.
"Oh, you guys slay me!" Dojo shouted while still giggling. He did not notice Omi.
Omi stayed in the same place where he could not see the people.
"Dojo, who are you talking to?" Omi asked.
Dojo looked alarmed, then looked at Omi.
He shouted very loudly, "Oh, hello Omi! How're you doing!"
Omi heard footsteps running away from Dojo and even heard a 'Shhh!'
"Who was that?" Omi asked again.
"Oh that? That was, um no one! I was just laughing at something I remember Raimundo telling me!" Dojo said making it up as he talked.
"Okay, Dojo. You are geeking me out right now..." Omi said suspious of what Dojo just said.
"Uh, right. Listen kid, I gotta talk to Master Fung, alright?" Dojo said before slithering off.
Omi went back to his room. He thought of Dojo, the group of people, the murderer, what Master Fung had said who the suspect might be, and for some strange reason thought about Master Fung's handwriting. It was really familiar, but Omi could not put his finger on it...
...until it hit like a sack of bricks.
TBC