Dengeki Daisy Fanfiction

Title: Blue Daisy

Chapter 2 Ransacked

HER-

"Here are the belongings that we were able to retrieve, you may search through the valuables and take what you wish."

I sighed a deep breath as the police officer gave me a plastic bag full of the pocket junk that my brother had always carried around with him.

The station was abuzz with so many bodies running in and out of different rooms. Self-important people were complaining; raising their voices as if no one could hear them while the latter tried to understand what the hell was going on. The telephones rang every five minutes like a hospital on a bad day and peace remained absent in this part of the world. I sat down in the waiting room, annoyed with everything, and tried to piece through my brother's belongings.

There were a couple of items: a nasty handkerchief, a rubber band ball, a cigarette lighter… the officer should have just emptied the bag out, but I guess he thought that somehow an empty billfold and a broken watch might become precious to me.

The only significant object there was his phone, a black flip with an average antenna and lousy service. Also, a curious looking coin, imprinted with a flower wreath covered in thorns. I pocketed the cell and coin and threw the rest out.

There was no one to make note of my leave so I hurried before I wasted any more time, slowly making my way down the steps of Tokyo. The day was a muddy grey and there might have been plants drinking to their heart's content if Tokyo wasn't such a cold, technological mayhem.

I hated how futuristically dim and bleak Tokyo looked today, especially with all the rain.

I didn't have another shift at work for a couple of days, and I would need to explain my troubles to the landlord sooner or later. Paying rent would be a bitch now that it was just me.

Another sigh, I rubbed my eyes and noticed how bleary my eyes had become from lack of sleep and… "BZZZZZ." I stood still, confused on where the sound was coming from and looking around, as if the buzzing came from elsewhere. I patted myself down, searching for my brother's crap piece of phone. Finally, I flipped it open. It was probably from a friend, a co-worker, someone who wasn't aware of the situation and needed to be told that this number would no longer be in service.

The message read like this:

Soichiro, I didn't get a proper farewell at your funeral.
Typical, right? And now I'm thinking that you'll
respond. Jeez, something's not right with me.

-Daisy

I didn't know what to say or how to answer, but without a second thought I started to type back a message. Somehow, something in that text had made me react, made me want to reach out to this person, who may have been hurting as much as I had been the past few days.

Dear Daisy, I'm his sister. I'm sure that Soichiro
would be pissed at you for missing his funeral.
You know how he was, punctuality and all.
But if you were that important to him, you would
know that he would have forgiven you on the spot.

-Teru

I bit back on my bottom lip, not sure if I should press the send button. Would it even be right for me to answer on my brother's behalf? It seemed wrong and invasive to respond to one of my brother's personal friends, especially since he/she seemed to use the text as a final good-bye. I didn't question much as I pushed the green key to send, all the time concentrating on the tiny screen as I bobbed and weaved through traffic.

At 5 p.m. in the evening Tokyo traffic slowed and the crowded streets emptied as rougher company began to patrol downtown. Drunks and druggies were the common, and on the corners old perverted men were lucky to find street hookers who would fulfill their kinky cosplay fantasies.

Populated towns were more likely to harbor inner city gangs, and that was what made Tokyo such a dangerous place to be at night.

I stayed mostly to the established sides of town, where police stations were on every other block and the arcades illuminated the darkness of suspicious alleyways.

Five hours had passed since and I still hadn't gotten a reply back. 'Damn.'

Not that I had really expected anything. Not much anyways. I kept glancing down at the phone, flipping the screen open to close like a nervous tick. It became more so of a habit as I grew bored, flipping the phone open just for fun.

Passing the hours away at an arcade to people-watch instead of going home was starting to grow old and I no longer felt like the "Daisy-person" would reply.

I sighed, third time of the day, rubbing my eyes as I stood up, deciding on the return trip home to grab some need groceries. But as I did, I ran into something more solid on my way out of my seat. Something warm and human.

I blinked several times before looking up. Boy was that a mistake.

Glaring down at me with cool, hard eyes was the same asshole cab driver at my brother's funeral. I didn't dare back down, but now that we met face to face I realized how tall he actually was.

The asshole stood a little over six feet, was in his twenties with a decent build on the body and a sour looking face. He was dressed casually in a lighter jacket despite the cold, and his hands were clenched inside his pant's pockets like he was already pissed. There was a short-lit cigarette jammed in his teeth as he twisted a smile.

And his hair… I gawked openly at how blinding it was. His hair was definitely dyed; there was no way that hair that blonde grew naturally.

He blew a cloud of smoke and the aroma of booze and tar on his breath immediately overwhelmed me. I assumed he had been drinking all night to get that pungent of breath and that he'd probably be huffing and puffing later tonight because of tar build up. Satisfied with my disgusted face, he brushed past me, only to turn around and tip his head at me and then left.

On the way home I couldn't get his damn face out of my head. That arrogant son of a bitch who had tested my patience one too many times kept reentering my thoughts and giving me an unwanted headache. I didn't even know the guy and I already hated him more than all of Japan's Most Wanted Criminal List combined.

I tried to think of other irritating little shits, like people who didn't pay off debts or people who left the toilet seats up when they left the bathrooms. I concentrated on combining all of my frustrations of the world and dumping it on the asshole's broad shoulders.

But all thoughts came to a sudden halt when I reached my apartment door, creaked slightly open as if someone had already made their way into my living room.

With a hesitant hand I reached for the light inside, making sure to check that I was alone. I walked inside, playing the part of a shocked, young girl coming home to tragedy.

The inside of my apartment was trashed. What little furnishings and home embellishments I had left had been either broken, torn or stolen. The window facing east had been shattered and the wind had blown papers and other articles around the room like play things. I couldn't speak or even move to do something about the mess. I was stuck just staring, feeling sick once more as I collapsed to my knees in a panicked state.

I just rocked back and forth, clutching my knees close to my chest and mainly focusing on the table in the middle of the living room. The wood had a large crack through the center and all the picture frames had been smashed to pieces. 'This isn't happening to me…' Maybe it was all of the problems I had in the past few days that were building up, but I went numb again. And this time I couldn't feel anything... The pressure of adrenaline rushing through my veins made me so oblivious to everything that I wasn't even aware of the strong hands that grabbed me from behind, forcing a cloth over my face. I didn't even rememb…..

Well here's the second chapter. I hope you like it, although I felt I rushed it a bit.