It was the following day, the sky was bright, birds were chirping, and Quinxian was lying in the backseat of her car, pissed that she had gotten no useful information, from both the crime scene and Mrs Kagamine.
She was parked in a secluded parking lot next to the town park. The lot was obscured from view by trees and shrubbery. If she listened closely, she could make out the faint shrieks of children running around and having fun.
The day was warm, yet Quinxian was lying in the back of a car without the air conditioning turned on or the windows rolled down. On top of that, she was wearing a stylish but heavy overcoat and thick black thigh-high stockings, which she thought brought out the shape of her legs beautifully.
One might think, judging by her clothes, that she was going for a mysterious-tsundere-seductress, which was partially true, but really, she just wanted to feel like she was still a sexual being, even though Longya was long gone from her life.
The heat in the car was nice, though a little stifling. She shifted her hands so that one was under her head and the other one was resting on her leg. She stroked the smooth material of her stockings with two of her fingers. She slowly began to move her hand up her leg, still stroking.
Her fingers reached the top of her stocking. She played with it, lifting it up a little bit then letting it snap back into place. She had to stifle a moan.
Quinxian knew she should be heading back to the station. She had to pass along the recordings of her interview with Mrs Kagamine, as well as examining Sugar's interview with Gumi's mother. But her job was the farthest thing from her mind. In her imagination, Longya was still with her, in this baking-hot car, and he had her undivided attention.
She stuck two of her fingers under her sticking and began rubbing the tender skin of her inner thigh. She leaned her head back as far as it could go before hitting the door, waves of purple locks spilling over the seat. Her cap fell off of her head and onto the floor.
Something told her that this would be a good masturbation session, a nice, satisfying one. Many, many times in the past, she would get so close, only to be suddenly brought back down to earth by the memory of Longya getting into his car and driving away, never to come back. And then she would be left wanting, needy, feeling empty and sad.
But not this time.
Quinxian brought her hand up higher still, under her summer-yellow dress, then slipped her fingers under her panties.
Quinxian arched her back as she began to rub herself, gently at first, and going faster. In bed, Longya always took his time with things like this, driving her absolutely crazy. He thought it was a major turn-on how she would become so loopy with desire that she would scream at him to just give it to her already, and how he would respond with some one-liner (ranging from gross to corny) that would make her come without him even touching her. That's how horny she was.
She was alone now, and could indulge in her fantasies. She imagined that her hand was really Longya's hand, and he was quickly getting faster and faster, calling her a "good girl" when he felt how wet she was.
Quinxian began to rock back and forth, panting, mouth wide open. She emitted a low whine as she stretched herself out for a partner who wasn't really there.
Right when she felt herself tipping over the edge, her phone rang.
Her eyes snapped open and her sexual euphoria was replaced with unmeasurable rage. She squeezed her sticky thighs together as she groped around for her phone. When she found it, she held it up to her ear and growled a less-than-friendly "what is it?"
"Um," came Sugar's voice from the other end of the line. "I'm ready to be picked up now."
Quinxian sat up. Shit! She'd completely forgotten that she was Sugar's ride today. Dammit!
"Alright, I'll be right there," she said before hanging up and crawling into the driver's seat.
Back at the police station, Quinxian and Sugar were relaying a basic description of their interviews to Piko. In Quinxian's case, it meant grumbling "nothing important or useful."
Sugar was more detailed with her recount.
"I don't think her mother had anything to do with it, and she seemed genuinely concerned for her daughter's safety." Sugar said sadly. "He husband died, as did her parents and siblings. Gumi is all she has left."
Piko seemed equally forlorn by that statement. "Well, if that's the case, we'd better keep on working until we find her. Let's organise interviews with the kids' teachers and schoolmates. Quinxian, would you like to do the principal?"
"I guess," Quinxian said darkly.
"What's the matter with you?" Piko asked, glaring. "You seem more grumpy today."
Quinxian narrowed her eyes at him. "Didn't sleep very well last night," she lied.
"Oh wait," Sugar said suddenly. "I just remembered something."
Piko and Quinxian both turned to stare expectantly at her.
"Gumi's mother did mention that she had enemies at school. She gave several names, uh, Miku, Haku, Emma. She doesn't know their last names thought."
"Well then," Piko said, rubbing his hands together. "Let's check the school roll and see if we can't find these three enemies."