Nothing Left
"I'm doing fine, father", Saguru spoke to the phone while sitting in a chair in his room. "No, I've had no trouble at all. The cases have been simple."
Only a few months ago Saguru would have been glad to hear his father's voice but now, as he listened to the missed tone, he felt absolutely nothing. With a bitter smile that could not be seen from the other end Saguru spoke: "I miss you too."
It was a shameful lie and Saguru wanted to hate himself for it. But he just could not find any traces of the emotion in question. With a softly spoken goodbye he turned the phone off.
"I want to feel", Saguru whispered to the empty room. With a pale imitation of rage the teen started pulling the drawers on his desk open. A flash of red caught his eye.
Saguru's hand closed around the object as the blond pulled it out. Carefully he clicked the blade out as he stared at the unused switchblade. A small bead of sweat ran down his top lip and he licked the salty droplet off without thinking about it.
'Even feeling pain is better than this', the blond decided and pressed the blade to his wrist. 'How feminine of me.'
Suddenly the blade dropped to the carpet as only few drops of blood trickled down a pale hand. Saguru's eyes were locked on the still open drawer. There was something else in there. Something that had been right under the blade.
With shaky hands Saguru picked up the newspaper clip. It was the first one he had saved. The first clip of Kaitou Kid's second appearance.
For some reason watching the clip caused Saguru's chest to hurt. There was still something left of his emotions and that something hurt him more than cutting himself ever could.
Something hot was running down Saguru's cheeks as he grabbed his cellphone once more. He needed to get on a flight to Japan as soon as possible. It was about time he returned.
To be continued...