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I HAVE THE FIRST THREAD IN THIS HERE CREATIONS THINGIEMAJIGGER. Enjoy Angel Maker guys. First few updates will come week by week. The rest will appear as I write them. The chapters are spoilered for length.
PROLOGUE.
Spoiler: click to toggle A note to the reader:
I cannot give you my name in order to protect myself incase this book falls into the wrong hands. You can call me Em. Anyway, I’m not entirely sure why I am writing this all down. Maybe so that someday I can look back on this time of my life, although I’ve never felt the need to do that before. Or maybe it’s so that, in the event of my death before this whole case comes to a close, my notes may be helpful in putting a murderer behind bars.
That’s right. The Kira case.
I should probably let whoever is reading this know a little more about me, huh? Unless, of course, you’re Kira. Then you’ll probably have learned all of this before you killed me. Anyway, I’m not like other people. Ever since I was young I’ve been a little different from everyone else. I can…Well, the plain and simple truth is I see ghosts. Yeah, I know it sounds crazy. You probably think I have some sort of mental disorder, but my mother always told me that the only people who need to believe that statement are me and the dead who need me. No one else matters.
Anyway, I’ve had some interesting spirits coming to me recently. Whenever they come near me I get a sharp pain in my chest, like my heart is stopping. I keep having dreams about sudden deaths. People standing there, talking to me calmly one minute and then in the next second they just drop to the floor.
I’ve done some research and have deduced that these spirits are victims of Kira’s killings. They can’t accept their deaths because they weren’t ready for them. One had whispered that he will not move into the light until he sees his killer in the same place he was at his time of death: behind bars.
An appropriate place for a mass murderer, no?
So it seems the only way I can help these spirits is to make sure Kira is arrested. It’s a difficult task to accomplish, and will defiantly involve risks. Just being a part of the investigation means risking my life. Hopefully this won’t lead to my death, but if it does the pages of this journal will be what I leave behind, a little piece of me to stay in the world after I leave.
CHAPTER ONE.
Spoiler: click to toggle January 2nd, 2009
His name is Lind L. Tailor. He came to me in a dream last night, the first ghost-related dream of this year. A celebratory occasion? Eh, I’ll pour myself some champagne later. Back to Mr. Tailor.
He was a death row inmate at his time of death. He had been used as a dummy so that detectives could learn how Kira killed. He said that he was told to pose as L, the “World’s Greatest Detective”, on a television broadcast about Kira. He had been given a deceleration to read to the public about how Kira is evil. He was killed during that international broadcast. Hundreds of millions of people saw him collapse onto his desk after suffering a heart attack.
After the dream I couldn’t get back to sleep. I kept hearing Lind’s voice in my head, telling his story over and over again until I could recite it myself word for word. I got out of bed and sat at the computer and researched the Kira case. The only things that came up where a few websites of Kira supporters and Kira haters and some web pages on people named Kira who I’d never heard of.
I couldn’t see how looking through those websites would help me find out who Kira is. I typed ‘Lind L. Tailor’ into the search bar, thinking that maybe some news article would be able to tell me something Lind hadn’t. The first few links only led me to websites with the same information Lind had given me, but once I got further along the results I found an official newspaper article printed the day after Lind’s death.
Turns out the true L had taken over the broadcast after Lind died. He told everybody about who Lind L. Tailor actually was and then informed the world that just by observing Lind’s death he was able to conclude that Kira is in Kanto, Japan. That kind of frightened me, as I live only a few cities away from Kanto, but this report was written so long ago that there is a 50 percent chance that Kira has moved from Kanto. At least that’s what I think. Whatever I have to tell myself to make myself feel better, right?
Ok, I’m going to do something I’ve never attempted before. I’m going to let you in on the process of helping an earthbound spirit move into the light. Think about solving a jigsaw puzzle. You work to put all the pieces in their place, and once you think you’re done you find you’re missing a few pieces. You have to search for those before you can finish, and sometimes they end up altering the puzzle because maybe you misplaced a piece along the way.
The same thing happens when you’re dealing with a ghost. Earthbound spirits have unfinished business to deal with in the physical world before they are ready to move on to their new world. Most of the time, they can’t tell you directly. They give you clues, drop hints, and leave it up to you to figure out what they want. It’s almost like detective work. Find the evidence, decipher what it means, and come up with a conclusion.
This, however, is going to be different.
I have multiple to ghosts to deal with this time, and it’s going to be important for me to listen to everything that each one of them has to say so that I can pinpoint the man being called Kira and bring him to justice.
Well…At least there’s no pressure looming over me, right?
Maybe this is too much to take on. Why do these ghosts have to come to me of all people?
Ok I’m rambling now. Let’s get back to what we were originally talking about.
So now I know that Kira’s last and only known origin is Kanto. That’s a pretty good start I guess. Now I know I said 50 chance of Kira having moved, but I think that was being optimistic. If he was able to stay in Kanto without the investigative team finding him then why would he have any reason to move? So there’s more of a 5 chance that he’s not there. Damn.
My chest is starting to hurt. It’s like…Like my heart is working too hard…Or maybe it’s not working hard enough.
Find him…
Lind? Lind L. Tailor? Is that you?
Please…Help me…Find him…
That’s not Lind’s voice. I would recognize it if it were. This is someone new.
I didn’t deserve to die…
My vision is getting blurry, my heart feels like its stopping…This must be how this particular spirit died. Another heart attack. Another Kira victim.
I could have stopped him…
My breathing is getting heavier.
I should have been more careful…
Why won’t he just tell me who he is?
Find him…Find him…
The pain is too severe, it feels like I’m about to be torn in two. I can’t take it anymore.
…Help me…
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About an hour later and I’ve finally woken up. I have no pain, which is both good and bad. Good because it hurt like hell. Bad because that spirit needs to show me that pain in order to speak to me and without it I have no way of communicating with him.
For now I’ll just have to work with the information I got from Lind.
“I don’t have much to offer.” It’s Lind. I turn around and meet his blank eyes.
“You might have more information than you think,” I tell him.
“I don’t understand.” We’re in my bedroom, and I’m seated at my desk in front of the computer. Lind takes a seat across the room from me on my bed. “What do you mean?”
“What can you tell me about your death?” I ask.
“I told you everything I remember,” he says.
“Are you sure there’s nothing else?”
A pause…and then he’s gone. That’s the one thing I really don’t like about ghosts. If they don’t want to talk to you they can just fade away.
“Lind?” I don’t know why I bother to call him; I know he’s not going to answer.
Although someone else does, when that pain in my chest slowly creeps back. It’s the same voice from before.
Help me.
And then they’re both gone.
CHAPTER TWO.
Spoiler: click to toggle January 4th, 2009
I spent all day yesterday on the computer researching the Kira case. Every now and then my chest would start hurting again, but that spirit didn’t say anything. And Lind L. Tailor has yet to return. I’m not sure if he will. But a new ghost visited today. He was full of anger, I could feel it pouring off him.
“I shouldn’t have been killed,” he said.
“What’s your name?” I asked him. He didn’t know. He told me he remembers being called Shibutaku. “How did you die?”
“Motorcycle accident. Truck hit me.” I grimaced. That explained his appearance. There was blood all over his clothes and he held his left arm close to his body as if it were hurt.
“Do you know when you died?”
“November.”
“November 2008?” I asked.
“No, 2003.” I found that strange. Spirits don’t usually wait around that long. He must have noticed that this was what I was thinking about because he asked, “What year is it now? Its still 2003, isn’t it?”
“No,” I told him. “It’s 2009.”
“It’s…” He leaned against the wall. “It’s been…Almost six years…”
“You didn’t know?”
“I…I just came back,” he said.
“Came back from where?” I prodded. I guessed from death, but I’ve been wrong before.
“I don’t know…It was bright there, peaceful…It was the first place that felt like home.” Yup, I was wrong. He’d gone into the light. But…
“Can I ask you something?” He nodded. “Why did you come back?”
“I kept on feeling restless. I felt like I didn’t belong there, like there was something that had to be settled here before I could stay there.”
Remember how I was telling you that spirits are earthbound because they have unfinished business with the living? Well this is the perfect example of that. Like Shibutaku, they do not feel like they can rest in peace until they tie up lose ends with people they knew during their lifetime. So apparently Shibutaku was pushed out of the light because he had something to attend to, and now it’s my job to help him.
And I won’t be able to get back to the Kira case until I do.
The Kira case…
Not this again. Ghosts chose the greatest times to pop up, don’t they?
This man…He died before his time…He’s a victim…
Shibutaku? A victim?
Find Kira…Help us both…
I start to get a sharp pain in my chest and my vision becomes so distorted I can no longer see Shibutaku in front of me. I’m not even entirely sure he’s there.
Find Kira…
“Leave me alone…”
“Hmm?” The pain starts to subside and I look up to see that Shibutaku had not left. “Did you say something?”
“N-No…Sorry.”
So…If this unknown spirit is correct, Shibutaku was killed by Kira. This means that Kira cannot only control when someone dies, but how they die. Which means that it’s going to be harder for me sort out which spirits are troubled Kira victims and which spirits are just troubled.
“Shibutaku…Have you heard of Kira?” He shook his head and I wondered if that other spirit had been lying just to mess with my head. It’s entirely possible. I should just figure this one out like it were any other ghost, I can go back to investigating the Kira case later.
Shibutaku waits as I type his name into a search bar, along with the words ‘motorcycle accident’. When none of the results include the name Shibutaku I add in ‘Kanto, Japan’. If he was killed by Kira, then his death would have occurred in Kanto.
The first result on the page was: November 28, 2003- Biker Killed In Kanto Streets.
This has to be it. I click on the link and begin reading the article. I decide to record it here, just in case I ever need to look back on it.
“28-year old Takuo Shibuimaru was killed on November 28, 2003. As he rode his motorcycle through the streets of Kanto, Japan, the biker was unexpectedly hit by a truck. Shibuimaru’s friends, Tomohiro Tockar and Lee Nishimura, were in shock as they watched the accident occur right before their eyes. “It was like slow-motion,” Tockar said when he was asked to describe the crash. Nishimura added, “I never thought something like this could happen to any one of us. It really makes you put things into perspective.””
Takuo Shibuimaru…Shibutaku…Coincidence? I think not.
The article does not mention any family members that Shibutaku is survived by, so my best bet is hunt down Tomohiro Tockar and Lee Nishimura and see if they can help me uncover what is keeping Shibutaku in the physical world.
January 5th, 2009
Last night Shibutaku had vanished before I had a chance to ask him about his friends. I doubt he would have been able to remember them anyway, especially if he couldn’t recall his own name. So I researched the two bikers myself.
Tomohiro Tockar had moved after Shibutaku’s death. I found his blog online, where he talked about his new life. I went through some archived entries, learning that after the accident he couldn’t seem to get back on his bike. He’d had nightmares for months about dying the way Shibutaku did, or sometimes his imagination would get the better of him and he’d dream up even more horrifying, motorcycle-related deaths. But he kept his bike in memory of his fallen ally. At least, for a while. He finally moved in 2006, after being married. He finally sold his motorcycle and used the money to buy a larger home (his wife was pregnant with twins, and their tiny apartment would not be enough for a growing family). In his most recent entry, Tockar informed all readers that his wife gave birth to two healthy baby girls. He posted their very first pictures and stated that the babies would be coming home in two days.
After reading and re-reading all of Tomohiro Tockar’s blog entries, it became clear to me that he had struggled to come to terms with the death of his friend and that he was trying to leave the past behind him. It would kill me to re-open this poor man’s wounds, so I simply left a comment congratulating him and his wife and moved on to finding Lee Nishimura.
Lee did not have a blog for me to sift through. He did not have a website for me to explore. He did not have newspaper articles written about him. He was, however, listed in the phonebook. I’d recently received a 2009 edition of the book and was thrilled to find the name ‘Nishimura’ on one of the pages.
He still lived near Kanto. Since talking to people in person about the matter of ghosts (it’s quite difficult for them to hang up on you and screen your later calls if you are standing in front of them) I decided it would be best if I paid Mr. Nishimura a visit.
Lee Nishimura’s apartment building was located in the dingy outskirts of Kanto. Even in daylight the streets seemed dark. As I approached the building I noted the small group of maybe four men standing on the corner smoking and made a mental note to avoid going home that way.
The lobby of the building was kept in surprisingly good condition, especially considering that from the outside the bricks looked ready to crumble to ground. But that’s beside the point. I quickly glanced at the piece of paper on which I scrawled Lee Nishimura’s address and headed up the stairs to the sixth floor. Music pounded from one of the apartments, causing the moans and complaints of others around it. One woman ventured from her home and banged her fist hard against the door containing the noise, shouting at whoever lived there to “Shut the hell up before I have you evicted!”
I tried my best to ignore the scene and kept walking, soon coming to the end of the hall and coming face to face with Lee Nishimura’s door.
I hesitated.
Whenever I come to speak to somebody about a ghost, I wonder what really goes through their heads. I mean, here they are going about their normal life and all of a sudden this woman appears telling them that their parent/brother/friend/partner has come back from the grave and needs their help. It’s got to sound pretty crazy. If I’d heard someone say that to me, I honestly have to say I’d have trouble believing them.
Pushing all those thoughts out of my head I knocked on the door and a few minutes later a disgruntled man who appeared to be in his thirties opened it. He paused for a moment, looking me over.
“Lee Nishimura?”
“Do I know ya from a bar or something?”
“Um, no. We’ve never met before.”
“Ya sure? Coulda been drunk.”
Fantastic. He thought I was one of those girls he’d had a one-night stand with showing up to tell him I was pregnant, or maybe he thought I was just coming back for more. Just great.
“Look, Mr. Nishimura-“
“Lee,” he corrected. I shook my head and continued.
“Mr. Nishimura, I came here to…Can I come in? A hallway isn’t the greatest place for a conversation like this.”
He considered it, then stepped aside to let me in. I regretted requesting entrance the moment I got inside. It was filthy. The sink was stacked high with dirty plates, beer bottles littered the counters, and I think I saw a cockroach scuttle under the couch.
“Ya can sit down,” he offered, but I shook my head.
“I’m fine.” He shrugged.
“So what is it that ya want?” he asked, plopping down on the couch and taking up a beer bottle that had been on the coffee table.
“I came here to talk about Takuo Shibuimaru.” Nishimura wasn’t phased in the least. That was weird, at this point I usually have people either a) staring at me like I’m completely insane, b) asking how I know the deceased or c) telling me to get the hell out.
But Lee Nishimura’s only response was, “What about ‘im?”
“I understand he died in a motorcycle accident.”
“Yup.”
I was starting to think I should have just gone to Tomohiro Tockar, because I didn’t think Lee Nishimura would jump at the chance to help Shibutaku cross over.
“This might come as a surprise to you, but…Well, Takuo isn’t exactly at peace.”
No reaction.
“I’ve, um, seen his spirit. He doesn’t know why, but he can’t go into the light.”
Nothing.
“He can’t tell me anything about his life because he can’t remember it. He looks kind of beat up. I’m guessing it’s from the accident.”
Zilch.
“I did some research on the accident, and was wondering if maybe it wasn’t all an accident. Do you know if anyone would have wanted to hurt Takuo?”
“Plenty of people,” he said casually and then he took a sip of beer.
Did you ever feel the overwhelming desire to strangle somebody?
“Anyone in the trucking business?”
“Could be.”
Seriously, I had to refrain from leaping at Lee Nishimura and turning him into a ghost. What was with this guy? Did he even have a heart? His quote in that article was so sincere and thoughtful. Is this really what happened after he had time to cope with the loss of his friend? Or had he just said something sweet to look good for the media?
“Alright…” I pulled a pack of gum out of my coat pocket and took a piece. I have a weird habit of bringing out gum whenever something gets too annoying, frustrating, or awkward. I offered him some out of kindness (and oh how it tortured me to be kind to this man) but he declined. He probably thought the odd woman who burst into his home talking about the ghost of Shibutaku was trying to poison him or something. Come to think of it, that wasn’t a completely terrible idea. “You know what, I should go.”
“Ya sure? Ya don’t wanna stay for a drink?”
I looked at the bottle in his hand, the broken bottles around the apartment, the cockroach that emerged from its hiding place beneath the couch and was now scurrying across the room.
“I think I’ll pass.”
“Maybe I’ll see ya at the bar?”
I turned around, opened the door and was about to close it behind myself when I replied, “Doubt it.”
And I made sure to slam the door shut behind me.
As I walked down the sidewalk on my way to the bus stop a man on a motorcycle zipped past me. For a moment, because the streets were so quiet and eerily vacant, I thought it was another haunting from Shibutaku, but as I looked ahead of me I realized the man on this bike was too small and slight in his figure to be Takuo.
And then it dawned on me that most bikers in this area were connected to one another. Maybe this guy knew Shibutaku and could answer the questions I originally planned to ask Lee Nishimura.
“Hey!” I shouted, beginning to run because now the biker was quite a ways ahead of me. “Hey!”
He turned his head and saw me running, then slowed his motorcycle to a stop.
“Something I can do for you?” he asked, the tone of his voice slightly annoyed. I paused to catch my breath, and when I looked up he had removed his helmet. The gentle wind blew his long blonde hair about and he had a striking scar over one of his bright blue eyes. I tried not to stare at it, knowing he probably didn’t need that, and focused on why I’d stopped him.
“Do you happen to know a man named Takuo Shibuimaru?”
He thought for a total of five seconds and said, “No.”
“What about Shibutaku?”
“No.” He slipped his helmet back on and turned, ready to leave. “Anything else?” he asked, his back turned to me. I sighed in defeat.
“No. Sorry for making you stop.” He didn’t respond to that. Instead he just drove away, as if nothing had happened.
CHAPTER THREE.
Spoiler: click to toggle January 6th, 2009
Lind L. Tailor returned yesterday when I got home. He asked me if I’d gotten any further on researching the Kira case. I told him what I knew, and he offered to help me research. I agreed, knowing that he probably wouldn’t be much of a help since he’s kind of well…dead. But hey, I’ll take all the help I can get.
What I didn’t know? Lind L. Tailor was determined to do whatever it took to help me find Kira.
At 4:45 in the morning, an hour that I had only heard about but did not actually believe existed until this incident, I heard a gentle tapping from somewhere in the room. I lay in bed, awake but keeping my eyes closed, and soon realized that that incessant tapping was the keyboard.
“What the hell?” I groaned, propping myself up on an elbow. And there he was, sitting at my desk, typing away the computer. “Lind?”
He jumped, startled, and turned around to face me.
“Oh, Em. I’m sorry, did I wake you?”
“Sort of,” I responded, sitting up completely and rubbing some of the sleep from my eyes. “What are you doing?”
“Researching Kira, like a told you.” He turned back around and resumed scrolling along a webpage. I inched towards the foot of the bed where I would be able to make out some the text on the computer.
“Did you find anything?”
“Not much,” he admitted. “Every article is about updates given by L, and he doesn’t give all the details.”
“Well what does he give?”
“Uhm…Kira can kill with a name and a face, he mainly targets extremely dangerous criminals, and he has been known to attack people who he believes to be a threat to him or people who are in his way. He shows no mercy to his victims as he kills each one by somehow educing a heart attack.”
“So in short he’s a psychopath?”
“Pretty much.”
“Well that doesn’t help much, does it?”
“I guess not. I’m sorry I couldn’t find more.” I was about to tell him he was forgiven when I noticed something on the page he had been reading. It was intriguing enough to draw me out of my bed. I padded over to the computer and bent over it to see the screen more clearly. I think Lind was trying to look down my shirt as I was bent over him slightly, but I tried my best to ignore it. I simply shot him a look quickly and he blushed and turned his head. “Uh…What are you looking at?”
“It says here that L is working with the Task Force.”
“So what exactly does that mean?”
“Well, if Kira resides in Kanto, and there’s a police team after him, where do you think that police team would be?”
Lind understood almost immediately.
“You want to go to Kanto and find the Task Force that’s after Kira?”
“Why not? I mean, they’re having trouble with this case, even if they don’t let the public know it. If I can talk to Kira’s victims, such as you, maybe I can help them.”
“But wouldn’t that be a little dangerous. I mean, those guys are putting their lives on the line to find this Kira.” I shrugged.
“What’s life without a little danger?”
“Famous last words,” Lind mumbled as I leaned over him to reach the keyboard. I kept an arm carefully covering my chest to prevent him from sneaking another peek and swiftly typed in ‘Kira Task Force’ (I couldn’t think of anyway else to word it. It was 5:00AM by then, you try thinking logically at such an hour).
“Thanks for the support,” I muttered back to him as I sifted through the results of my search.
“Just be careful,” he told me when I found a link to investigate. I ignored him and read aloud the contents of the webpage.
“There is an elite group of Japanese police officers working under the direction and supervision of L, the century’s greatest detective, to solve the mystery that is the Kira case.”
When I paused for a breath, Lind L. Tailor said something that surprised me.
“If L really is the century’s greatest detective,” he said, “why are so many people dead?”
We both fell silent. How was I supposed to react to that? I guessed, given the circumstances of his death, Lind had a good reason to hold a grudge against L. But to say that? To accuse L of being the reason so many more people, criminals and otherwise, fell victim to Kira? That seemed to be a little much.
I shook my head if only to get all those thoughts out of it and continued reading.
“It is believed that these officers have been told not to give away to anyone that they are taking part in the investigation of the Kira Case. This is most likely for their own safety, considering Kira’s method of killing. There is no way of knowing exactly where the Task Force is working from, but it is assumed they are working close to where the majority of his victims have been found.” I re-read the few sentences silently, and then exclaimed, “They’re defiantly in Kanto!”
When I got no response, I turned around and looked about the room, realizing that I was talking to myself.
“Lind? Lind?” He didn’t answer. “Lind L. Tailor?”
He’s right…
Not this again. Breathing became more difficult in a matter of seconds as that searing pain came to my heart.
What great detective can’t solve a case?
This spirit…They heard what Lind said…That means they were there the entire time Lind and I discussed the case and my plans to find the Task Force in Kanto.
The case wasn’t solved, so more people died…More innocent people…
I couldn’t hold up my own weight anymore and so I collapsed to my knees. The pain of hitting the hardwood floor couldn’t compare to the ache I felt in my chest.
Help me…Find him…Make sure no one else has to suffer…No one else has to die…
For a moment I actually thought the mystery spirit was Lind jerking me around. And then I didn’t think anything, because the severe pain caused me to pass out.
I woke up soon, and found that Lind still hadn’t returned, nor had any other spirit. I stood up and noticed that the computer was still on, the window with the article I’d been reading to Lind still open. I settled down in the small wooden chair that Lind had been using and opened a new window, typing ‘Kanto law enforcement’ into a search bar. I was soon able to find the address of Kanto’s police department. I wrote it down quickly then proceeded to get dressed. I saved all of the websites Lind and I had found before shutting down the computer, and then I was off to Kanto.
There wasn’t much activity going on around the police department. When I arrived I found a few officers outside on the benches making phone calls to their families and enjoying the fresh air. For January, the weather was actually quite pleasant. There was a little layer of snow coating the ground that was being slowly melted by the heat of the sun.
I took out my pack of gum as I entered the building, and quickly jammed a piece into my mouth before stuffing it back in my pocket. I walked up to the desk and tapped on the surface to grab the attention of the woman who was working on a computer.
“May I help you?” she asked with a polite smile. I smiled back at her and bit down on my gum, thinking of what would be the best way to word my question.
“Yes, I believe it has been announced to the public that the killer known so well as Kira is thought to reside in Kanto?”
“Yes, that’s right,” she replied.
“So that would mean that the Task Force investigating the Kira would also be in Kanto, correct?” The woman bit her lip nervously.
“I’m sorry, that’s information I can’t give away.” Statements like that always give away the answer whether you want them to or not. If there was no Task Force here, this woman would have no problem telling me that. But the fact that she hesitated and said she couldn’t tell me yes or no told me that the answer was most defiantly yes.
“Sorry to you bother you, then,” I said, and I walked back out. I couldn’t push her into telling me what I already knew, so now it was up to me to find and contact the Task Force. I slipped into my car, put the keys in the ignition and began to drive away.
As I drove I was immersed in thoughts of how I would get the Task Force to 1) talk to me, 2) believe that I see ghosts, and 3) allow me to join them. That’s probably why I didn’t notice it when a biker cut in front of my car on the road. It’s probably why I didn’t see myself drawing dangerously close to aforementioned biker and why I only became aware of said biker when my car came in contact with his motorcycle.
Note to self: when driving, one should make an honest effort to pay attention to the road.
After the collision I immediately pulled over to the side of the road and rushed out of the car. I ran around to the front so that I could see the damage done to both my car, to the motorcycle, and most importantly the biker. Imagine my surprise when I found absolutely nothing there.
I hate it when hauntings feel that incredibly real.
It took me a few moments to catch my breath and calm down from the initial shock of the “accident”.
“Are you ok?” I looked up to see a man, maybe my age (27 if you were wondering) or a bit older, walking towards me.
“Yeah, fine,” I said, looking him over, feeling like I recognized him. He had kind of longer black hair and innocent, chocolate brown eyes. He offered a small smile.
“I saw you leaving the police department, you seemed a little out of it,” he told me, blushing as if he thought he might have offended me.
“Oh, uhm, yeah…Yeah I guess I was.” Ah yes, I remembered, he was one of the men on a cell phone outside the police department building. “I just…I just thought I hit something. Like a cat, or squirrel or…you know, something, uh, furry.” Or a biker that isn’t actually alive to go joy riding anymore.
“Yeah, you have to watch out for those sometimes. They can sneak up on you.”
“Yeah, they can.” There was a moment of awkward silence during which we just stared at each other.
“Oh, I’m Touta Matsuda, by the way.” He held out his hand and I shook it.
“Em,” I introduced. After a moment I said, “I think I should be heading home. I think I’m ok to drive now.”
“Are you sure?” I nodded. “Ok.”
He started to walk away as I went back to the driver’s side of the car. I hesitated a moment with my hand on the door, and then called back to the young police officer.
“Matsuda?” He turned around quickly, startled.
“Hmm?”
“You work with the police, right?”
“Yeah,” he said with a proud grin.
“Do you…Do you happen to know anything about a Task Force working to find Kira?”
“A…Task Force?” I nodded. “Oh, well…Uhm…Yeah, I guess it would make sense for the Task Force to be working to find Kira…I mean, he’s pretty dangerous. But uh…You know what? I actually have to get back to work…It, uh, it was nice meeting you…Uhm…”
“Em.”
“Right. Nice meeting you Em.” And then Touta Matsuda took off at a dead run to get back to the police station.
I got back in the car quickly and continued on my way home. I didn’t have time to think about the Matsuda, or the Task Force, or even the entire Kira Case. I’d just had a run-in with Shibutaku (I just knew it was him) and I had to track him down and get to the bottom of this.
January 7th, 2009
Shibutaku came to me again in a dream. He put me in his place, riding his bike at top speed in the streets of Kanto. The thing is, I wasn’t completely in his place. I could feel everything he was feeling and hear everything going on around him, but he kept control over his movements and voice. We were two minds trapped inside the same body.
Shibutaku, Lee Nishimura and Tomohiro Tockar were chasing after a young woman.
“Shibuimaru Takuo, they call me Shibutaku,” Takuo introduced, pulling down his sunglasses so that he could better see the woman. He laughed a little, a short chuckle that made my skin crawl. “Go out with me, lady.”
“I-I’m sorry,” the woman said before quickly turning and walking briskly away.
“Oh! Rejected!” Lee Nishimura shouted.
“She’s getting away,” said Tomohiro Tockar. Shibutaku smirked.
“Hey, I’m on a bike,” he said, and he sped off after the woman who was now running as fast as she could to get away from him. Can’t say I blame her.
I felt the wind whipping around me as Shibutaku got closer and closer to the woman. And then…
“Takuo! Watch out!” Lee and Tomohiro both screamed. But their warning came too late. Shibutaku had already collided full force with an oncoming truck. I couldn’t see anything save for some glass shards from the truck’s window, which were often blocked out by splashing of crimson. Splashes of blood.
“Takuo!” I heard Tomohiro yell, and then I felt the road rumbling beneath me as someone took of on a motorcycle.
“I’m outta here!” It was Lee’s voice. Surprise, eh?
Then I was out of Shibutaku’s body, floating in the sky looking down at his mangled body, the pool of blood he lay in, the crowd of people around him.
“This…This was my end.” I looked to my side to see Shibutaku’s spirit levitating beside me. I didn’t really have anything to say to him after all I’d just seen and so we just stared at each other until he let his gaze drop back down to the accident scene where someone was calling out time of death.
And then I noticed something that could only be described as suspicious. A teenage boy, maybe 16 or 17 years old by the look of him, was racing away from the accident as quickly as he could. I couldn’t get a good look at his face, but from what I saw he looked thoroughly panicked and, quite possibly, guilty. But maybe I was just jumping to conclusions. Maybe I was just desperate to confirm that Shibutaku was in fact killed by Kira.
I woke up from that dream to find Shibutaku standing in the corner of the room.
“That kid,” I said, knowing he’d know what I was talking about. “Had you ever seen him before?”
“I saw him go into the store,” Shibutaku answered. “But I didn’t see him after that. I wasn’t paying attention to him really, I was too focused on the girl.”
So he wasn’t tied to the boy in any way. Maybe the kid was just freaked out about the accident and wanted to get away. I could’ve made up the guilty look in his eyes; it was probably just all shock and fear.
“Are you sorry? About chasing after the girl? I mean, she seemed pretty scared.”
“I shouldn’t have done that,” he admitted. “She could’ve gotten hurt…If I’d just left her alone, maybe I wouldn’t have died.”
We sat in silence for what felt like forever but turned out to be only ten minutes.
“Yes,” Shibutaku whispered finally. “Yes, I’m sorry. I’m sorry!”
He didn’t want me to know, but there were a few silent tears escaping his eyes. This was all he needed to go into the light. He needed to apologize for his wrongs, erase his guilt, and feel forgiven.
“Takuo,” I said. “Do you see a light?”
He looked ahead of himself and his eyes widened in awe.
“Y-Yeah…” He turned to me. “Do you think they’ll take me this time?”
“Only one way to find out.” He nodded and turned back to the light that only he could see (I can never see the light, and I’m perfectly fine with that. I can wait until it’s my time.). He took a deep breath and stepped forward, whispered a quiet goodbye before he was gone for good.
CHAPTERS FOUR, FIVE AND SIX ARE ON PAGE 7.
Edited by Lupin, Aug 25 2009, 09:21 PM.
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