|{Blood On The Corpse's Coffin}|•{(KNJ)}

{18}

False Distraction

The young girl was staring at the picture frame in her hands.

It was a photo of her grandmother laughing at the eight-year-old Kurai who was covered in white flour.

She was so focused on the old memories, she didn't realize when her friend sat next to her.

"Zoned out again?" he asked.

The young girl unconsously jumped in her seat.

They were sitting on the same couch that had absorbed her grandmother's blood.

The chief was correct. She really did like that couch. 

Kurai smiled at him. "I can't help it."

The older boy sighed, "Kurai it's been two weeks since she passed awa-"

"Her funeral finished an hour ago! you should be proud of me for not crying!!" she cut him off.

Konato chuckled at his friend's aggressive response. "They did keep her long enough for dissection."

The girl rolled her eyes. "I'm still mad he didn't let me dissect her myself."

Konato looked at her with a poker face. "Do you actually think you could've handled it? Dissecting your own grandmother!?"

Kurai looked at him. His face was screaming the fact that he knew she was just bluffing.

"Well, I- uh-" the young girl found herself stuttering.

The young man crossed his arms. "In fact, you should be thankful. He even came to visit you!"

The young girl frowned at the memory.

Why would he do that? 

He said himself that he was extremely busy. 

So why bother sending condolences to a prosector? 

No matter how much she thought about it, nothing made sense. She looked down, remembering the past two weeks.

Each time her eyes looked at a mirror, she got flashbacks. Her face and hair reminded her of her mother, which made her end up having flashbacks of the memories she wasn't supposed to remember.

But why did anyone want to kill her grandmother? 

The old lady had nothing wrong. 

And why did it have to be on the same night she went out with Sayoko?

'Sayoko...?' 

The young girl's dark thoughts unconsously went towards her red-haired friend. 

Why was she so obstinate about going out at that time?

Why was she so keen on not delaying the date?

Why did she refuse to take a day off or switch shifts?

And why did she stall so long at the library?

Questions were pouring in her mind like poison and the possible answers were swirling in her head like venomous snakes. 

Nothing seemed wrong with the older girl's attitude and her actions seemed genuine. 

She even let the younger stay at her place while the police were busy digging information. 

So why...? 

Everything seemed too precise to be coincidence. 

Maybe she was just thinking like that because of the past weeks intense pressure.