Chapter 4:
Haruhi's POVBelieve me, I did try. I tried to apologize, I really did. I forced myself to go to their disturbed art college to find Kaoru and then went off to Tamaki-senpai's house to find Hikaru there.
No, really, this time I truly give up. Call me insensitive, many people have, but I can't stand his attitude. Not anymore.
Ah, Mother in heaven. I think I must have changed ever since my ordeal in Ouran. Let's see, here…tomorrow I have a lunch with Arai…again. He said something about "going out" again. I concur; he must have a short attention span, not being able to talk for ten minutes without mentioning the subject.
But onto more serious matters! Intern spots are being opened and I should prepare on that…
Mrs. Koichi has been found lying dead in her apartment. From the looks of her physical wounds, she has been gagged, raped, and then tortured for about five hours, until she was stabbed to death.
Next to her body, the ID of her former husband, Mr. Koran has been found, yet he's been out of the country four weeks prior to her death and remains on the island of Hawaii, United States of America.
However, he is now considered a prime suspect, along with Mr. Miho, the pool-boy. Please write up an analysis on this case with the following packet of further information and write up an oral statement on who was the culprit.
Note: Mrs. Koichi has five million yen to her name.
I wonder why we've been getting the same type of cases over and over again.
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Narrator:
In Kyoto…
"Doctor…is…is he going to be alright?"
The chilling blares of an ambulance screeched for hours. The cold rain struck the doctor's faces as they ushered the stretcher back into the warmth of the van.
"Hurry! He's losing blood!"
A man, his face bruised and a battered body lay on a stretcher. It was clear he had been beaten up and from the look on his face, he had been left too long without medical attention.
"What do you think happened?" asked a worried nurse. She checked his pulse, "Ahh, looks like a gang-beat up." A gruff police officer shrugged, "We get a lot of those recently, 'specially near these tranny bars. Can't blame them, homos aren't welcome much by gangs."
The nurse nodded, a sickened look on her face. He was right.
"H-h…"
The nurse shushed the man, "Shh," she said, "you're going to be okay. Just relax." She felt sorry for the man. Blood was jetting out of his head. It looked like he had a fractured skull; most likely a pipe hit it and his legs. Ugh, yeas of medical training went down the drain.
The man struggled with no avail because of the tight straps that clutched him to the stretcher,
"Har…"
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Next morning, Tokyo:
The room was completely silent. The only sound that could be heard was the scratching and rubbing of pencils, or ink, on paper.
The students worked furiously, every so often glancing hurriedly at the clock. Haruhi, however, had spaced her time evenly and was now finishing the last sentence on the scrap of paper.
And in conclusion, this is why you must keep a steady gaze with the witness, for the nerves of one lying are very fragile.
Haruhi clutched her booklet, pounding them lightly on the table to create no break in the smooth folds. Perfect.
"And I have fifteen minutes to spare." She whispered triumphantly.
She leaned back in her chair, surveying the class before her. Most people were still on full speed, cramming what they could into this last quarter of an hour.
"Opps," she noted to herself. She meant one sixth of an hour.
She brushed her long locks out of her eyes, revealing bright orbs of happiness. She was sure, absolutely sure she would get this internship. Reading over her answers, she nodded with satisfaction. Yes, she was sure this would please her professors.
"Time's up, students! Hand your papers in and I'll see you tomorrow."
Haruhi handed her papers to Professor Moto, exchanging a nod. Many people were still trying to cram a few answers in.
"So, Haruhi," "Yes…"
Haruhi's roommate, Haruka ran after her, "I expect you did well." She laughed, pretending to think about it. There was no doubt Haruhi was a shoe-in for one of those four spots.
"How about you, Haruka-san?" Haruhi asked, trying to seem as un-sarcastic as possible. She liked Haruka, though she kind of reminded her of Hunny-senpai. She could be cheerful one moment but then angry the next.
"Yup, I think I did juuuuust fine." She retorted back, swinging her arms in front of her. She looked into Haruhi's eyes with bright happiness. Haruhi admired her for that. She cried when she was sad and she smiled when she was happy. She didn't try to hide anything and it seemed like she had no cares in the world.
"By the way, Haruhi, aren't you having lunch with your boyfriend, Arai?" she teased patting the unsuspecting Haruhi, "It is not a date." Haruhi said stiffly, "He merely wants help with his homework."
"Awww, Haruhi!" Haruka laughed, swinging an arm around her disgruntled roommate, "You sure are a lucky bitch, holding so many guys in the palm of your hand!"
"Yeah, yeah," Haruhi mumbled, not paying any attention to what she just said, "Listen," she told Haruka, "The teacher wants to see me before lunch so I'll see you later."
Haruka nodded, watching Haruhi make her escape and frowned. No matter how hard she tried, Haruhi just wouldn't open up.
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"Hikaru! I'm back for lunch!"
Kaoru hung up his backpack in their apartment. The suede furniture glistened like a tacky explosion from the sixties, yet it went well with the twins' laidback style. After all, their mother was a fashion designer.
He walked into the kitchen, eyeing his right now terrible looking older counterpart, digging into a pack of strawberry pocky.
"Hikaru, Hikaru, Hikaru," Kaoru sighed, snatching the pack away from him and reading the nametag, "Property of Haruhi's Father" Kaoru grinned, tossing it back to Hikaru and getting a can of beer. Though Hikaru hated the taste, Kaoru found its bitter qualities soothing, just another way to show how the twins were growing more and more apart.
"Stole it from Milord?" Kaoru remarked, ruffling Hikaru's hair, "Yup," Hikaru replied, digging in for the last stick, "How'd you know?"
"Who else would sign a packet of commoner's food, "Property of Haruhi's Father"?" he added in haste, "Except her real father, of course."
"Don't want to talk about her." Hikaru mumbled back, throwing the box into the trash. He missed.
"Can't you stop acting like a big baby, Hikaru?" Kaoru said, rolling his eyes. Hikaru mumbled something inaudible that sounded like, "shut the fuck up".
"Well, aren't you?" Kaoru said mildly, "You've skipped a day of class just because you've gotten into ANOTHER disagreement with Haruhi and now you're going around stealing Milord's pocky." He gasped in mock horror, "Oh no! You're turning into Milord No. Two!"
Hikaru gave him a dirty look, heading for the door, "I'm going for a walk!" he shouted back at him, "And you'd better not as hell follow me!"
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Arai had been waiting for an hour, and the poor bastard still couldn't take the hint. Haruhi was not coming and he still didn't get it through his head.
"Maybe she just decided to make lunch." He mumbled to himself, feeding a few pigeons, "Yeah, I'm sure that's it…"
It wasn't like Haruhi to not keep her promises. It wasn't like her at all. Either she told you in the most bluntness way she didn't feel like going or she came about three minutes early. Enough, said.
"Ahh…wait!" Arai suddenly started waving his arms, "Isn't that Hikaru-san? Hey, Hikaru-san!"
Hikaru looked over to see the "pure-boy" jogging up to him.
"Same pure son of a bitch, aren't you." Hikaru said, full of malice. Arai didn't seem to have heard him, "Hey, have you seen Haruhi?" Arai glanced around worriedly, "We were supposed to eat lunch together to talk about homework but she hasn't come for an hour yet.
"You mean that was your poor excuse for a date?" Hikaru snickered but then quickly recovered himself. It wasn't like Haruhi to break a promise at all.
"No, I haven't seen her." Hikaru said, suddenly running off.
She never broke her promises. What could have happened?
