My son is dead!
But, why though?
...It is because of HIM...!
I turned to face the criminal, like the sun appearing on a somewhat gloomy afternoon.
Winter still lurked in our midst...
However, the Scent of Spring had also wafted into the thin air.
An open window...
The Hourglass.
Time appeared to have been moving in slow motion.
The fascination of this boy standing in front of me...
The one who I had 'forced upon'.
"DIE! DIE!," cried the ringing of my cerebellum.
"Takeru..." I implied, as I rubbed his head against mine. "Where is the body?"
He jolted, not knowing what to say...
Horrified by my sudden appearance...
He shrieked, his face flowing with a River of Utmost Worry and Shame.
That's right...!
This boy was obsessed with...
The daughter of a killer himself.
Go ahead and be mortified, My Boy!
You shall deserve the punishment the government shall give you...
Homicide, is it?
... But, the son of a killer before my very eyes.
His hair was disheveled, sticking out here and there. Like the twigs of an unfinished bird's nest.
He appeared to be under a deal of stress...
It was Ruka...
The chemical essence user...
The one traumatized, yet somewhat fascinated by the world of Death...
The Sanzu...
The Suicide Forest...
The quietness of the silence...
The pages of a book...
The story...
An autobiography of Seito Sakakibara.
Anxiety...
The gallows...
The amount of honors and literary achievements...
Meant nothing.
Psychologically, Ruka broke down.
I recognized his leather jacket instantly.
He was the Toothpick Man.
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Even Though (たとえ)
Mystery / ThrillerThings have changed for 16 year old Mika Minato as one of her best friends Naoki committed suicide during the summer. And, both she and her other best friend Takeru are still grieving his death although it had already been five months since the inci...
