Where monsters run wild

[11] Kira

"Dear Takeru, I know this maybe weird but I'm Naho,

May be when you read this I would be dead, if I am not you can assume that the plan worked out and you can approach me, we could talk. We have spoken, I doubt you remember, but we did and our conversations where of great value to me. Perhaps I did die, and you are probably wondering what the hell is happening, a letter from a dead girl? That's insane right? Maybe this letter is insane...but if I am dead when this letter reaches you then it means that it didn't work out...I fell of that window...

Whatever you do, if I am dead, make sure you carry out these instructions.

-comfort Will, you may not know but we were close.

-if there is a mourning for me, don't go.

-if my father asks you about me..deny we ever spoke.

-if Will asks, tell him I'm sorry.

~Naho"

And now reading it once again, it all made sense and I had to appreciate just how much the killer had laid out his plan, he had made it look so mysterious, so sad, a tragic death with no explanation, but in the end he had presented me with the explanation himself.

But we did talk and our conversations were of great value to me.

That was his downfall, he had made it too real hadn't he, he had presented me with the opportunity to look back at those conversations, to think over them.

Naho and I used to talk in the library, whenever we met while doing research and she had never seemed the person to take rash decisions, in fact she had always said that if she was alive then there was a reason wasn't there? And who was she to decide that she was of no use to the world, she was barely 17, too young to know whether she could be of use to the world or not and she planned on finding out.

We spoke of death and suicide for many reasons, one of them being the fact that Naho's own mother had commited suicide after her second daughter Shiharu had died at birth, if there was anything Naho hated it was suicide and hated with a burning passion, so why would she allow her memory to die as a sad suicide?

Now I remembered, why non of this added up.

How the glass had never broken accidentally, how that too had been planned.

How me bumping into the little seventh grader and finding the paper was planned too.

I smiled, he had really done some good planning.

Even as a killer he was smart, and I understood now why Will confused me so much.

I knew him too well.

Knew him well enough to see that he was the murderer here.

And how, well...William Kendall was always a straight A student.

**Kira is Japanese for killer.