Kyouhei, after sending a random stranger to Hyuu's place, had sat on the curb outside of the building. He hadn't left the house since Mei had been pronounced dead, and he was home. Though that wasn't very long ago. The brunette had been known to lock himself away when he was upset, but everything in the house reminded him of his sister, and the fact her room was right next to his...
"Why couldn't I do anything...she was so close." He mutters, his hands sliding into his hair, fluffing the locks his visor normally flattened to the sides of his head. The boy shook his head. He and his mom had been watching cheesy movies and pointing out everything wrong with the set - or how the actors weren't even looking at one another. It was more of a family activity and they had begun the second movie when Kyouhei decided he was going to see what was Taking Mei so long.
His sister had said she was going to take a shower, but now that he thinks about it, he didn't recall ever hearing the water turn on. The boy had felt like something was wrong since he himself had gotten out of the shower, which by then was a few hours, and hastily made his way up the steps. Kyouhei relived the awful memory for probably the thousandth time or more.
He'd knock on the door, softly calling Mei's name, and when she didn't answer after a few moments, he recalled hoping and praying that she was just asleep, and at first, the fact she was on the bed, made him think she really was asleep. However, her body was over the blankets still in the clothing she'd adorned that day. Her skin was clammy, not from being in the shower and leaving the window open either.
And now, even though it was a memory, Kyouhei could feel tears coming to the surface. He had probably cried more in the past two days than he had most of his life. Though, he found himself looking up at the very man he'd sent to Hyuu's place.
"I hope you don't mind... but I'd like to know exactly what happened the night your sister fell ill." the man, Looker, seemed considerate enough, and Kyouhei nodded.
"anything to find out if there was someone behind this..." He mutters, getting to his feet, before walking down the sidewalk. "My house is just this way." He mentions after a while, in fact, they were nearly there by the time he says as much.
Entering the house, Kyouhei called to his mother, who was in the kitchen, but for once not cooking. She looked beat, and was picking at a microwave meal... Kyouhei didn't know they even had those in the house. Though, she pushed it away and greeted Looker as warmly as possible. Usual motherly greetings of 'Excuse the mess.' or 'Sorry I didn't have any time to do my hair.' Fell into the the air, though the house was spotless, as always and her hair was just as much so.
Though the detective wasted no time jumping right into questions about the night, and commenting on different memories, trying to spark a better description from both of the parties seated across the table.
"Any odd behavior in the days beforehand, or even before dinner." Looker had asked, considering they had both spoken only prior to the evening meal.
"Well..." Kyouhei's mother chimes in. "She had arrived home early after spending some time with her friends. Mei seemed very distant... When she brings up that she was concerned about being in a relationship with someone."
Looker had been about to delve deeper into this concern, when Kyouhei stood up quickly. "She left because I had tried to urge Hyuu to finally ask her out!" The Brunette is obviously confused, his hands on the table - and the chair had tipped over, too. Luckily landing on carpeting to it didn't cause too much noise.
The boy's mother looks like she could be sick, and she looked up at her son. "She told me it wasn't about Hyuu... Or Curtis." At this, Kyouhei's shoulders slump, and he looks like he could begin to cry again.
"I was going to save this for a few more questions..." The Detective says slowly, Looker was weighing his options. "Was it possible Mei...had connections within Team Plasma?" He's sliding the blurry image he had shown Hyuu earlier, across the table. Both of the deceased girl's relatives were looking at him for a while before finally looking at the paper. Kyouhei's face had turned to outrage, while the woman next to him clutched her hand around a napkin and choked back a sob.
"I don't understand, who is this?" The woman asked, her voice holding distraught.
"It's Colress." Kyouhei's hands clenched around the edge of the table. "Team Plasma's evil scientist." The words hold some sarcasm to them, and Looker is quick to write down the name next to the information from Hyuu in his note pad.
"What does this have to do with anything?" Looker doesn't look up from his notes, before he starts putting things away.
"Thank you for your time today, I'll be contacting you if I have any further evidence, or any questions to ask." This case was getting deeper than he first imagined. She could have actually been involved with Team Plasma, and the fact she has a hand with their downfall was a risk to her own safety. But now, there was the chance of being romantically involved, too.
Looker had been nearly to the City entrance when he stopped. Now he needed to try and track down a member of a criminal organisation. He'd done it many times at this point, but something told him this wasn't going to be anything like those past times.