Flowers From Above

Chapter Six

The evening I was killed I watched over the family I had left. My brother was on the phone to Akihiko who had gathered up the police in a search asking questions whether or not I was there with him and that I'd been missing for hours. Typical of Takahiro instantly he panicked badly then was on the first train out with his girlfriend Kajiwara Manami by his side straight to Tokyo.

For hours the police were looking even my university and teachers had been alerted of my disappearance. But still there was in luck of finding anything that was because my killer had discreetly hid my body.

At one point I was taken from heaven and it was as if I was back in Ijuuin's apartment. I was still dead but I was walking through the darkness of his lounge where the only light that shone through was from the small opening of the bathroom door.

On his floor I saw a trail of crimson marked by my blood. Scared but curious I quietly followed it until I slowly pushed past the door into the light.

There he stood, Ijuuin Kyou creator and author of the famous series "The Kan" and manga award winner of 2002. Only his back faced me, his clothes were soaked and from what I could see he was holding something. I took my eyes off him for a second flickering them over to see what made me gasp and my lips shuddered in fright.

His bathtub was filled to the top, the water red and limbs floated along with the sharp tools he'd used for butchering.

I bit down hard onto my lip I could guess what he was probably holding I didn't think I could bare seeing any more until he gradually turned where I caught a glimpse of brown hair.

I knew what it was then, I couldn't breathe, everything inside of me hurt even though I was dead pain was all I could still feel.

When he started to laugh I screamed loud and hard, he couldn't hear it but I wanted him to. I wanted my scream to haunt him. I wanted him to remember every piece of my body he'd quartered tattooed into his memory and never forget what he'd done to one of his fans.

It wasn't fair.

As I faded back into heaven's field above me in the sky I watched as my brother rowed with Akihiko at how he was supposed to look out for me. I blamed myself, it wasn't his fault I wanted to tell him it was all me I was the one who lied and wanted my own independence. Obviously now I knew curiosity really did kill the cat but I couldn't tell them that.

Angrily I saw Takahiro clutch the front of Akihiko's shirt with his fists and Manami aggressively ripped him away then lectured him how this wasn't the time to get worked up and that they should be looking for me.

Bless Manami, that night after things had quietened down she said a silent prayer for me privately at her bedside before Takahiro entered the room and climbed in with her.

I listened to her sweet prayer as I was there next to her.

"Kami-sama," She whispered. "Please let him be safe, I know it's not much I'm asking, but if not for him to come home please at least just make sure he's safe for us all."

She couldn't keep it together then at that moment she broke down into a fit of tears clutching the futon's sheets.

"God...P-Please" She wept.

I decided I wasn't going to watch over her any more instead I left her alone. Moving on to my brother who didn't show a touch of emotion. All colour was drained from his face, he stared blankly into space in the lounge not saying a word. Apart from the small sound of a sniffle that was all he'd made. I'd gone, his little brother had gone. And he stayed like this for the rest of the evening.

Finally, Akihiko. My lover had been more lost than my brother, he didn't know how to take it although he'd answered every call from the police in case there was still some hope that I'd turn up. But there was no news, nothing whatsoever.

He'd stayed up all night there on the sofa surrounded by phones and numbers surrounding him. Until his eyes dropped shut and he'd fell asleep. Occasionally he'd wake up but couldn't fight his urge to stay awake.

Just as I was with Manami I was by his side. Unable to touch him if I tried he couldn't feel the draft of my hand or the hot breath I puffed into his ear. Heartbroken and alone there we were in two different worlds. He was alive and I was dead.

I leant my head against the back of the sofa watching him sleep, he looked exhausted with black circles tea-bagging his eyes already including lack of rest from his job as an author.

I found it painful, here he was trying to find me and I was right here.

"I'm closer than you think" I murmured.

He didn't know that.

Nobody did.

Okay... Maybe two more chapters before I leave? Gosh this is so addicting to write!

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TB