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Day 2- Kiki
Yesterday was the most unbelievable day ever. Someone actually died right in this peaceful, pleasant, apparently relaxing resort! The person who died was a Charmander, I believe, who was rather shady. Perhaps he was killed by a band of ragamuffins, people of his kind. Anyway, regardless of who was the murderer, I would certainly not be the next victim.
I was sitting on the bed when Emma came in, still shaken and not daring to leave the room in case somebody mugged me from behind when I was not noticing. I was jolly shocked at Emma's nonchalant behaviour. She had just seen a dead body, yet she could still go about without fearing that some tramp might pounce on her and give her the same fate that eerie Charmander received. I supposed people of the lower class were used to this kind of thing.
"Emma," I tried to speak calmly, "have you packed our baggage?"
Emma looked at me curiously, and asked, "What baggage, Kiki? Are we going anywhere?" I glared at her in disbelief and snapped, "Of course we're going somewhere! We're returning home! You don't expect that we're going to remain here and wait to get slaughtered, right? Here I am trembling with fright and wishing we were anywhere but here, and there you're wondering with that innocent look on your face where we were going! Let's head quickly to the harbour and wait for that wooden raft they call a ferry." I stood up and began shoving all my things into my bag.
Emma shouted hurriedly, "We can't leave today!" I looked at her impatiently. She seemed confused for a while, then stuttered, "The-the ferry only comes once a week, remember? So we-we have to finish our week-long holiday, whether we want to or-or not." I pondered over what she said, and was forced to admit that she was right. The only mode of transportation we had was the ferry, and it would not come till next week. So I had to remain here! I groaned in an unladylike fashion. Emma sighed with relief. I glared at her sharply, but she was already preparing to bathe, and did not notice the look I gave her.
Emma had been acting really oddly since she saw the corpse. She seemed neither panicky nor flustered, and there was this weird book that she kept reading. I certainly did not remember seeing that book in her possession before yesterday. I made a mental note to check out that book sometime. Now, I was feeling very hungry and resigned to my fate, so I left the room for the first time since yesterday afternoon.
It was lunchtime, so nearly everybody was in the restaurant. I saw the Raichu, whose name I learned was Niryu, thinking about something. She was so engrossed that she did not notice the waitress serving her food. At the next table were the merry duo, Piku and Wildheart. The latter did not seem too affected by the event, and he was telling pathetic jokes at the top of his voice, while Piku pretended to listen. Everyone could tell he was faking attention, everyone who cared to observe him that is, and I could not for my life tell why Wildheart was being so persistent in his jokes. " What is an Egyptian mummy's favourite type of music?" he chortled. After a pause, he revealed the answer, "Wrap! Get it, wrap? Ho ho ho!" I rolled my eyes and made my way to Niryu's table.
"May I sit here?" I smiled. I must have startled her, for I saw her start before she nodded. I seated myself gracefully and studied her. She was the reserved kind, and very independent. I could see that she must have been on many adventures. I wondered what would bring this kind of person to such an island resort. It certainly could not be just a sudden desire for relaxation. I decided to find out more about her.
"So, what were you thinking about? You seemed absorbed in your thoughts," I inquired mildly. She answered, "Nothing really. It's just that…I went into the Charmander's room after the Horsea raised the alarm. I wanted to see what the scene was like, you understand?" I nodded, not comprehending at all. The last thing I would want to do was enter a room with a body inside!
"His name's Daemon, I heard," she continued, "and when I entered the room, everything seemed to be in place. There appeared to be nothing wrong at all, in fact I still believe that I was just imagining stuff. However…" she broke off. I could see two reasons why she would do that. First, she did not know what to make of her "intuition", and second, she was not the type of person to reveal her opinions to an utter stranger. I egged her on.
"Just what is it? Is it a clue? Something that shouldn't be there?" "No, nothing like that," she mused, "It's quite the opposite. Something's missing from the scene. I've encountered some crime scenes in my travels, and, well, something's just lacking in that room. I can't put my finger on what. I think I'll have a stroll at the beach to think things out. I'm sure I'll figure out something soon." She got up and left.
I got back to my room in the late afternoon. Emma was looking very edgy and when I entered, she dashed over to me. "Oh, Kiki, something awful happened! Niryu's body was found floating by the shoreline just now! She's drowned!" Emma wailed. I gasped, "Two deaths! Just when will the police arrive?" Emma shook her head and chattered, "The killer yesterday cut the telephone lines and the whole telecommunications system on this island has been shut off! I think that Charmander was trying to phone for help before he died, and the murderer tried to stop him. Anyway, the technician in this resort is sorting out the cables. With luck, the telephones will be working by tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow. The resort manager says this is an accidental drowning; some guests underestimate the depth of the sea here."
I left her to her flustering and sat on the bed. It was unlikely that Niryu would resort to swimming to clear her thoughts when she distinctly said that she would take a stroll at the beach. Hence, there was only one obvious cause of drowning- she was right about the crime scene idea and the killer must have got wind of it and murdered her. It could have been Piku or Wildheart. I shuddered.