Aha, i kept you waiting, did i not? *wink wink nudge nudge*
Warning: short chapter is short and possibly not exciting.
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I didn't see Kanda again until Saturday afternoon. It only happened on accident of course, I was making my way to the library to do some research and I saw him. He was standing ever so, dare I say, pathetically on the sidewalk. His normally stolid eyes were quivering as they took in every nanosecond of Winter's Park's destruction.
Now it was only in the beginning stages, but I could tell it still hurt him. Maybe just the knowledge that this alleged home of his was no longer going to be present in his after life as it had been in his life. Sure it was just a park, but sometimes things are more than that. It was more to him.
Those eyes didn't even grant me a glance as I walked by him. I made it my mission to not go through him. It was hard since, of course, it was raining and the grass was muddy. Gramps would've killed me if I got my new shoes dirty, but I managed. My next stop was the library now, and I could only hope that I would see Kanda there too.
I really didn't want him standing around watching the park being destroyed.
Once I reached the library, I quickly found a nice cozy place to sit, by a window, before I began my work. Perhaps this wasn't the best place to be doing my work, but it was silent and that's what I needed. I actually hadn't expected Gramps to go back on his conditions so soon, but he allowed me to take his laptop with me to the library so I could research some things. His last words before he shooed me out the door was "Look for anything that helps."
It was hard to believe that old coot actually cared about me, but I'm sure one day I'd figure it out. Regardless, I pulled out the laptop and set it on the table before me. Next came out a notebook, some old thing I found in the bottom of my closet, go figure. And after that, just an old book that I'd get to later. At the moment, it wasn't exactly important.
I opened the laptop and was immediately brought to Gramps's user. After a few more skilled clicks of the cordless mouse I was where I needed to be. I signed in under Gramps's name and that was all she wrote. This system was all too easy to get into and navigate. Trouble was, I needed to know more about Kanda than I knew.
"What…?" I mumbled to myself. Confusion read on my face like a book. I only knew one thing about him, Kanda. That was a name. I couldn't tell you if it was first or last. I knew he was Asian, where from over there I couldn't tell you. And since he was sort of, well not sort of, completely, dead, I couldn't tell much else about him by looking at him. He seemed transparent most of the time.
But then I remember one specific thing. He was born 55 years ago, died 37
years ago. That could've narrowed down my search a hell of a lot. Once again grateful for my amazing memory, I began to bang on the keyboard to enter the information I knew. I excluded any personal information; I wanted to see what else came up beside him. If he did at all.
It was to hide the alarm on my face when I saw more than Kanda's recognizable face pop up. His was the last file to appear, after three others. I didn't recognize any of them, so I decided, without a doubt; I'd look at those later. I clicked on Kanda's file and waited for it to pop up.
I chuckled when it appeared. His name was the first thing I saw, typed up neatly beside a picture of him. The picture was old and, in my opinion, a pretty bad one. I couldn't even begin to tell you where it came from, but strangely it was in black and white.
Disregarding the picture, I turned back to his personal info.
"Aw, but Yu's such a cute name," I mused, a smirk on my face. "Wonder why he hid it from me?"
I continued on, none of it seemed very important. Born on June 6, yaddiyadayada, Japanese, more blah blah blah and other stuff I didn't care about. Then I got down to something particularly interesting. From what this file said, even the authorities who helped compile this information didn't know much about him. All that was there was when he came to America and that was basically the extent of it.
But then I came to the words "Unsolved Case." That got me off guard, way more than the 4 files appearing when I typed in the dates I knew. Followed by that was the date December 20th. But right before that was DoD, date of death.
I honestly didn't know why that hit me so hard, knowing what day he had died. But it did, and I had to find out more about him.
By the time I had read his whole file, I was taken aback in plan horror. This basic file had led me to police reports, crime scene photos, notes the whole lot. It was probably the most disgusting thing I had seen in my 18 years. I couldn't even take a second glance at the photos, they were terrible.
But what I found truly appalling was that lack of information in these reports. He was the fourth and last victim in a series of killings. I wouldn't find out more about them unless I looked at the other victims. From what I could tell, there was almost nothing done as far as investigation goes on Kanda's murder. There were no suspects, barely any evidence logged in. The list went on and on of lack of investigation or caring for that matter.
I was utterly disgusted. They hadn't even bothered to find the body…his body. They only found the crime scene, and those pictures were pretty bad. Honestly, I didn't want to know what his body looked like after seeing all that blood, all the damage done in that house. I didn't even know what to think at this. After jotting down some stuff in my notebook, I quickly backed out of his file and turned to the other 3.
I learned that they'd all been killed around the same time. One Daisya Barry had been killed several days before Kanda. The other two, including Kanda, were all killed on the same day. Kanda's was the only body not found. Kanda's other friend, Noise Marie, and his guardian, Froi Teidoll, was killed along with him in Tiedoll's home.
It was sad, truly it was, but I had other things to do than mourn those already dead.
After about 20 more minutes of studying and going over things, I packed up and left for home. It didn't take me long to get there, I took a short cut. Once the laptop was returned to my Grandfather, I retreated to my room to go over a few notes. But I knew it wasn't going to be easy. What I really wanted to do was talk to Kanda about it, but he wouldn't want to. Either that or he wouldn't remember.
Once it hit about dinner time, I decided it was time to go locate my missing specter. He'd still be at the park, I was sure, but it was time for him to come home and talk to me. I needed to hear what he remembered, and if he wasn't going to come to me to give me the information, then the only logical thing was to go hunt him down for it.
He didn't have to like what I was doing, he didn't have to like that I was helping him, but I wanted to help and I wanted it too all be worth it. If he couldn't accept that, then he would at least just buckle down and answer my questions. If ghosts really did go into a light to "move on" then that's what I wanted him to do.
Once outside my house, I pulled my sweatshirt hood up and bounded down the wooden stairs of the porch. It was raining a little harder than it had been recently, but I was sure it wouldn't bother me, or the construction men.
When I reached the park, Kanda was in the same place he had been when I saw him that morning, standing on the sidewalk. It was as if he hadn't even moved a centimeter, not from his feet to his head. It would've been frightening if I hadn't known he was dead. I guess dead people were a lot like cats, they could stay perfectly still.
He didn't spare me a glance until it seemed I was right on top of him. Only then did his eyes glance at me from the corner. I could tell by the quivering he wanted to say something. And I could only want to console, but he wouldn't say anything and neither would I. There was no reason. No reason at all.
A few minutes passed before his entire body (?) turned to me. Those eyes of his took on a feeling of sadness for the first time ever since I had met him.
"Kanda," I greeted with a solemn look on my face.
"Let's just go," He half demanded half pleaded as he began to float down the sidewalk. I nodded and followed, without sparing a single glance back towards the park. How could I? I feared that if I turned pack to look, Kanda would go back.
"So what did you want?" he asked me the minute we entered my room. I hadn't even the chance to turn on the lights before he'd flopped on bed and uttered this annoyed sentence. As if it were my fault he decided to leave the park.
"Nothing really, just wanted to talk," I said, flipping the light switch.
"About?" He peaked at me through an open eye. He was faded.
"Well," I sat down and crossed my legs, "I read your file today at the library; Gramps let me use his access to the city files."
He shot up even before I finished my sentence, "You did what!"
Apparently he remembered more than he let on, "Read your file," I repeated nonchalantly. "Honestly I must say I was rather disgusted with it. Not only that but it would appear you left some other things out of the equation of me helping yo—"
"Shut up!" he shouted. Honestly I had been expecting that, but I hadn't been expecting my all the sudden cold attitude. I hadn't wanted to be mean to him.
"Sorry!" I immediately apologized. "I didn't mean to…" I was at a loss of words from then.
"Whatever. Yeah I wasn't the only fucking person murdered, that doesn't matter. I'm the only one left. I'm the only one who doesn't have a body; I'm the only one who no one cared about. I'm the only one left on this godforsaken earth."
I sighed, "Look, I guess we'll talk about this tomorrow."
He scoffed at me before vanishing.
I'd expected that, he wasn't the most homely guest I had ever had.
AND SEE THAT? WASN'T THAT THE MOST ACTION FILLED CHAPTER OF YOUR LIVES? Yes i know it was.
sorry for it's shortness ^^ i try my best. but anyway, EVERYTHING YOU LEARNED IN THIS CHATPER O_O
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