Psychotic Love

Chapter 8

I was at the train station and saw Akechi walking towards me. I smiled at him and waved. He returned the smile and waved back.

"Hi, Akechi," I said.

"Good morning, Y/N. I need to tell you something."

"What is it?"

"I'll be heading to Alabama to speak with your father. I hope to be back within three days time. Sorry, but you won't see me at the coffee shop."

"It's alright. Have a safe trip, you hear?"

He nodded, "I will. You better be headed off to school. Don't want you to miss your train."

"Bye, Akechi."

"Bye, Y/N," he said.

I arrived in Alabama with major jet lag. I figured I wouldn't head over there today. I walked to a hotel and got a room for three days. I walked into my room and laid down on the bed. I looked at my phone and texted Y/N to tell her I made it there alright. I sighed and fell asleep until the next morning. I woke up and headed over to where Hayata had told me. Although, he didn't tell me his address. I decided to call him.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Hello, Mr. Hayata."

"It's you again," he said annoyingly.

"You don't sound so happy to hear me?"

"I'm not."

"Aww. Come now. I just want to ask you one thing."

"That is?"

"Where do you reside in Montgomery, Alabama?"

"So you cracked the code. I wouldn't put it past you."

I wrote down the address and headed over there. He was located in the middle of no where. Wonder why that is? If he's trying not to stand out, he could of picked a more populated area to hide. But I guess living in solitude did have its perks. I walked up the steps and knocked on his door. I could hear creaking throughout the house. He opened the door slightly and looked at me.

"Who are you?"

"The guy who called you."

"You sound older than you look."

"Is that a compliment?"

"Why are you here?"

"Like I told you, I need to talk."

"Fine."

He opened the door and I walked in. "Thank you."

"Alright, what do you want to talk about?"

"First, I want to know who was with you the first time we talked."

"That was an assistant of mine."

"I see. And what do you have that the government wants?"

"It's research on cognitive pscience. Do you know Wakaba Isshiki?"

"Yes, I do know her. She too was researching cognitive pscience."

"Well I stole her research from her. We used to be partners in this field, but it all changed when my wife had my daughter. I thought I should try my hand at detective work instead of this."

"Yes I know. You're one of the best. But no better than me," I said and pulled out my gun. He stepped back with his hands up.

"Wha-what are you doing?"

"If you don't run your mouth to the police, I will let you go. If you do, I will have to shoot you right here and right now."

"Wait, can't you give me a chance of seeing my daughter?"

"You lost out on that chance when you fled here. It's too late for you, Hayata L/N."

"Please, I'll give you whatever you want. You want the research, take it. I was never going to use it."

"Then why keep it here?"

"So that corrupt government doesn't get their hands on this important research. Wakaba knew someone was coming to steal it so she gave it to me before she passed away. She told me to flee Japan and go under a different name."

I nodded my head, "And so the truth comes out when your life is in danger."

"Daddy?" a voice called from the other room.

I turned my head and saw two people walk in. One was a woman and another was a girl who looked about ten years of age.

"'Assistant'? Is that what you told me?" I turned and looked over at Hayata.

"Please, let them live. If you want someone's life, take mine. Just let them live."

"Would you have done the same if it was your actual family?"

"Yes!"

I smirked, "You're done lying, Hayata. Your days of fleeing are over."

I turned and shot the mother and daughter. They fell onto the ground and I turned back to Hayata. Tears were streaming down his face.

"Please, have mercy."

"There is no such thing as mercy in this world," I said and pulled the trigger. The bullet went right through his heart. Blood poured out and dripped onto the ground. Hayata slid down to the ground and had a dead pan look in his face. I looked at the gun and put it in his hands. I grabbed the phone and called the police. I knew they wouldn't understand me, but someone might.

"911 what's your emergency."

"Help, someone has just been shot in their own home!"

"Whoa whoa, hold up. Is this Japanese?"

"Yes."

"One moment, sir."

"Hello?" a translator said.

"Please, you have to help. There have been people shot in their own home!"

"Who is the shooter? Do you know?"

"He was friend of mine! He came in and shot some innocent family and then he shot himself."

"We will be right over. Where is your location?"

I told them the location, "Please hurry!"

"Before I hang up, what were you doing when you went over there?"

"I just wanted to make sure he was ok. He wasn't very right in the head, if you know what I mean."

"I understand. We will be over in a few minutes."

I hung up the phone and grabbed everything I could about cognitive pscience. I put it in my briefcase and walked out of the house. I made it back to the hotel and looked at everything I had found. I smiled to myself, knowing I had gotten everything I needed. I packed everything up and headed out.

"Leaving so soon?" 

"Yeah. A friend of mine had called and I need to head back."

"Oh, ok. I hope you had a nice time here."

"Thank you," I said and checked out. I got a bus to the airport and got my bags checked. I went through security and waited at the gate to head back to Japan. 

"I'm sorry, Y/N," I whispered.