YAY! Chapter 3 is finally up. :3 I've gotten more reviews and pretty positive things. Therefore, I will continue. I'd like to thank Gotta Dance 88 (Hope I got that right) for reviewing like, 3 times. :3
Maori is the only character I own.
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"…You're not serious." Sakaki said, after hearing Michael explain what Dojima had found on Google about Reavers.
Michael nodded, "Dead serious. There really was a Soulreaver reported in Japan about 60 years ago. The police dismissed the case as being a hoax the teenagers who reported it, set up. There might not have been any evidence, but these pictures are proof enough."
Karasuma shook her head in disbelief. "These could have been forged too. With all the photo editing programs people have these days, any 60 year old picture could be scanned and played with."
"I know, but I checked police records. This really did happen and those pictures I printed off there are exactly the same as the originals that are on file." Michael explained, and then gestured at Dojima, "Ms. Dojima here found them."
Everybody stared at her for a moment and she blushed lightly, "Oh, it was nothing."
"Sure it was." Sakaki said, "you actually did something today…"
Before she could reply to him, the sound of a door opening and closing got her attention. "How'd it go?" Karasuma asked, spinning her chair around to watch Amon and Robin walk into the room.
"We weren't able to get much out of him." Amon said, leaning against a desk. Robin headed to the back to get some coffee.
"Nothing at all?"
"We learned that its definitely a female and its part vampire." He said.
Sakaki whistled impressively, "Wow. Ms. Karasuma and I found out more or less the same thing at the crime scenes. It was Michael and Ms. Dojima here who have been busy"
Michael smiled. "It's true. Dojima managed to find something you'll probably be interested in." He said, handing the printed pictures and police report and filling Amon in on what they were talking about before he got there.
Amon appeared to be going through the information carefully, taking it in from every aspect before coming to the same conclusion as Michael. "You think it's the same one?"
"Exactly. Nothing actually happened 60 years ago in that report, it was just a sighting. But the fact that it was described as a Reaver with vampiric qualities and it was only spotted here in Japan, it got me thinking."
"Its still kind of rough, but its something to go on." Karasuma agreed.
"Robin, come take a look at this." Amon said, calling her over.
She put her coffee cup down and made her way back over, gently taking the pictures and file out of Amon's hand and inspected them. When she looked close enough at the picture of the woman, she noticed how sharp her features were; almost cat like. She was also crouched down on all fours, perched on a fence with perfect balance. "This can't be…"
"What can't be, Robin?" Dojima asked.
"I need to see a computer here for a moment." She announced, handing the papers back to Amon and taking Michaels seat at the computer. After a few silent moments, she pulled up some images off Google that were of old artwork. "Do you see the resemblance here?" She asked, zooming in on an older picture of a very feline looking woman with the same highly sharpened features and pitch black hair, standing behind the main object in the picture.
Everybody took second looks and agreed that they were one and the same person. "Robin, where else have you seen her before?" Karasuma asked.
"I can't remember rightly, I think it was just in these old pieces of art." She replied, closing the window. "She has enough of a vampiric appearance as it is and she appears in all these older paintings. Logically, she must be the one we're looking for."
"But that's a really far out theory." Sakaki put in. "There's a 5 chance that she's the culprit. If you ask me, this is gonna take some investigating and we'll likely never find out anymore than this. It's still a dead end."
"…Until she makes the next move." Amon said. "If we can catch her in the act, or somehow predict where she was going to go next, we might have a shot. All we have to do is wait for her to make another appearance. She doesn't know we've caught on if all this is right."
"Why don't we run her profile through a country wide record?" Sakaki asked.
"What if the country doesn't even know she exists? Which it likely doesn't." Michael replied, stretching and yawning slightly.
"I think we should call it a day and go get some rest. We'll keep working on it tomorrow, as it's already getting late." Karasuma suggested, getting up out of her chair and hooking her coat neatly over her arm, glancing at the clock which said 7:00
Everyone nodded in agreement. "Good idea, however I'll stay here a little longer with Michael before heading home." Robin said.
"Alright then. I'm out." Sakaki announced, cracking his neck and putting his chair back, "See you all tomorrow."
After the goodbyes were said and done, the room suddenly became very quiet with just Robin and Michael. "How long do you plan on staying?" He asked, merely out of curiosity.
"I just want to look something up for my own use." She said, seating herself at her usual computer and turning on the monitor. He shrugged and went back to work, looking to see what else he could find on this mystery woman.
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Amon parked his car a little ways away from the apartment where he lived, just to mislead people who might have been following him back from the STN. Locking the doors, he shoved his hands into the pockets of his coat and began to walk. The side walk was not as crowded as it would have been during the day, considering it was 8:00 at night.
It was a rather cool night as he proceeded to walk the extra block to the apartment building, the wind however was at his back and he hardly noticed it, he had too much on his mind. Deep in thought, he walked along staring at the sidewalk in front of him and not really paying attention to where he was going.
He heard footsteps coming from in front of him and looked up just in time to see a woman with dark hair approach him at a relatively fast pace. She was absentmindedly digging for something in her bag, oblivious to Amon's presence. He was too tired to completely get out of her way; instead he side stepped to let her pass, but she managed to catch his shoulder in the process and dropped her bag, the contents spilling out onto the sidewalk.
They both stopped and for the first time Amon got a good look at her. She was built short, but slender and slightly muscular, he suppose she worked out, judging by the clothes she was wearing; a short black tank top and baggy black sweat pants.
The wind caught her long black hair and moved it across her shoulder slightly, the moonlight making her hair shimmer like the surface of water. She stared at him with apologetic golden eyes, "I'm sorry." She said in a calming musical voice, crouching down to pick up her bag.
Amon shrugged lightly, keeping his expression neutral. "It's alright…" He said and contemplated helping her gather her stuff, but ended up not doing so when she bent over to gather it up herself. Instead he was rather mesmerized by how fluidly and graceful she moved, never mind the sound of her voice some how releasing every bit of tension he had since that afternoon.
He blinked a few times and forced himself to look away when she stood up again. She smiled at him and nodded slightly, "No harm in knowing you ran into right?" She said, extending a slender hand to him, "My name is Maori."
Amon found it slightly odd for her to suddenly introduce herself after just running into him on the street. He threw a questioning look at her and hesitated a second, trying to find a fault in her actions. He could not see one so he gingerly shook her hand. "Amon." He said.
She smiled again and nodded, "Nice to meet you Amon. Maybe we'll run into each other again some day."
He wanted her to keep talking, the sound of her voice made him so mellow and sleepy that he was finding it difficult to keep his eyes open, he swore he could almost hear her purring. "Maybe…" He said softly.
Maori nodded once more. "Well, I must be off then. Good bye."
Once she had turned away from him and headed in the opposite direction, he shook his head a few times, finally getting his senses back. "I'm over tired…" He thought, turning around and eventually making it back to his apartment. Then it dawned on him.
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Cliff hanger! WOO! Please review. :3