Shorts and Poetry

3.

THE PRESENT:
The room had already been cold, but since he had left, the chill seemed harsher to her now. She'd asked to be alone, but not because she wanted to be. She'd asked because she needed to be. She couldn't let anyone, even him, see how her hands trembled and body shook. But that wasn't the worst part. The fact that she didn't know why it hurt so much to see it, was the worst part. From what she had pieced together, she didn't want to be part of his life anymore. If so then why did to hurt so much to see him this way? It was more, something that the mastermind knew about her.

The detective clenched her fist, she had become a part of the masterminds show. She had become a part of the twisted comedic act: Flaunting answers in front of their faces but without telling them which questions to ask.

Kyoko took a deep breath and faced the brightly colored box. Even the box was a joke, a laugh slapped in her face. She then unwillingly wished Makoto was still in the room. There was something about his endless hope and determination that reminded her of how important feeling feelings was...even when she didn't want to.

She paused, and figured that if everything was different they would be good friends...but, maybe they already were, and maybe they already had been.

She steadied herself – as if she hadn't already – and looked inside the box. It obviously looked nothing like the headmaster, and the sight of the bones didn't ail her. The fact that he had been reduced to this; a dusty pile of cracked bones left in a box for his daughter to find......it was enough to fall into despair. She felt it pull at her, felt despair tugging at her clothes and hair. And despite it's strength she did not give in. After all she was a stubborn as her father.

This was here to trip her up, to steer her off course and the stop her from discovering the truth. Kyoko almost had to smirk as she covered the box with the lid, it was a blow, a cut that went deep, but in doing this the mastermind showed their hand and their fears. They were afraid of her, and from how the last trial went, they were afraid of Makoto too.

The Ultimate Detective looked back at the box, and saying nothing, she bid goodbye to her father. Unsure of the relationship anymore she figured that he deserved at least that. She couldn't let this room, this box or the password to it all, get to her. She had to get them out, and she knew they never would be able to if she failed. Kyoko couldn't-wouldn't be stopped by this "gift" of the masterminds. She had to use it to her advantage, make it another reason to move forward. She couldn't let the despair spread.