"Maybe it's a good thing? His death I mean"
"How so?"
"I wouldn't have met you if he was alive"
A death that brought us together just to push us away.
TW: murder in deep detail, suicide, self harm, manipulation.
Started: March 10th 2021
Finnished:...
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"I've told you already, I'm busy" I could hear my grandpa almost yell in his phone from the living room. He sounds kinda upset about the matter, I want to ask about it, but it's probably some secret detective stuff.
My grandpa is a famous detective, meaning I really look up to him. Sometimes he gets some small cases that I'll get to help with. I hate to brag, but I'm pretty damn good at it too.
"Yeah, I think that's a perfect idea" his voice calmed down and he hung up. I heard his footsteps come closer to the kitchen. He sat down at the kitchen table and sat next to me, "Hey sweetie, I have a job for you" I felt a burst of excitement burst through my body when he said that.
"What is it now?! A murder? Or maybe a missing person?" I got so excited that I forgot the glass of water at my side, almost knocking it over. My grandpa laughed at my excitement.
"A boy one year older than you just died" my grandpa put on a serious face, while I started smiling. Murder cases are my favorite, no I don't like when people die, but bringing them justice by catching their murderer makes me feel good inside. "His death was labeled as an accident, but I and one of my best college think it's something more. I'm sure you'll think the same when you see the files"
"Oh alright, when do we start investigating?" I almost couldn't wait to put the criminal in jail and bring the boy to justice.
"We? No, you're going alone" I almost jumped out of my chair when he said that. Me alone? "You're a second year in highschool, I think you can do it"
"You know I've been waiting for this day all my life! Of course I can do it!" I almost yelled from the excitment. My grandpa reached down and grabbed some papers.
"Just bring your passport with you. My name will get you almost everywhere" He placed the files infront of me and handed me a profile of the boy.
"Name: Tetsurō Kuroo Date of birth: Novemer 17th Height: 187.7 cm/6'1.9 feet Weight: 15.5 kg/166 lbs Town: Tokyo Occupation 3rd year/captain and middle blocker for Nekoma volleyball team"
"Cause if death is drowning" my granpa described to me as I looked trough the photos. He was so young and it looked like ha had an amazing future ahead of him. Good grades and amazing at volleyball. I'm not going to lie, he had really good looks. I would date him if he was still alive.
"Drowning?" I asked him. The files said he was found dead on the floor in his friends apartment.
"Choking on water is labeled as drowning" I nodded as he explained, "I bet you can see what's bothering me?"
"Yeah, I see exactly what you mean" I answered. There was something that seemed very off, when I looked at the photos of his death.
"Go pack your things, you're going to Tokyo at 5am sharp" he instructed me, and I obeyed.
