The Archives Vol.2
Author: Apeman (zeni316@yahoo.com)
Genre: mystery/thriller/suspense
03: Pointless
Pointless
“Hh.”
I took a deep breath as I sat on a bench, thinking of
the other day and of the case. Of course, I’m only
on one case now, the unexplained murders of foster
parents. So far, all evidence points absolutely
nowhere; nothing has been found in the two murder
sites. But, there’s only one suspect I have in mind.
“Kyo, how the hell are you doing this?” I
whispered.
“Hi-Hi!”
I looked up to see the blue-headed Toshiya, smiling
yet again. Her face was beaming; it’s unbelievable
that someone whose husband had just died weeks before
can be so incredibly happy. But, of course,
Toshiya’s case is quite different.
“Hn?”
“Hi, Takeo-san!” she said. “How’s it going?”
I shrugged my shoulders, hoping she would go away.
She’s a nice girl, but she should find someone else
to talk to.
“So, do you think Hakuei and I make a good couple?”
Oh, great.
“Toshiya, why do you come to me with these
questions? Shouldn’t you be hanging around chicks
your age, going to sports games or concerts? Why do
you bother me so much?” I got heated, and I hadn’t
realized what I said.
Toshiya’s eyes watered, and she closed them slowly.
Damnit.
“Maybe...maybe it’s ¡¥cause I don’t have friends.
Did you think of that, huh?” her voice grew, in
volume as well as anger. “Maybe...maybe all I need is
a friend at a time like this. Or maybe I just need a
friend. Period.”
I looked down, ashamed of myself. Toshiya caught me
at the worst time.
“And maybe...maybe I’ve been looking in all the
wrong places.”
She stood up and walked away. I didn’t try to stop
her. I didn’t try to apologize. I just continued to
look at the ground, pretending to see the hell below.
But, maybe hell is where I am.
“This is why I don’t have friends,” I mumbled.
+++++
“Hakuei! Phone call!” Jiro cried out, waving a
telephone receiver in the air. “Goddamn punk is
never around anymore.”
“Lieutenant, how’s everything?” I asked, as I
picked up a jelly-filled doughnut.
“My punk partner is always hanging around somewhere
in the city with his new girlfriend, I’m doing all
the work in this case, and worst of all, I’ve got
other cases I’m working on!” Jiro waved his arms
around angrily.
I chuckled and walked toward my desk. I spotted
Kohta and motioned him over.
“Kohta,” I started. “I decided to look up the
other foster children the two victims have taken care
of.”
“And?”
“The first one was one of Kyo’s, but the second one
wasn’t.” I said, as Kohta looked to the ground.
“Why didn’t you tell me this?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “I hadn’t gotten around
to it,”
Gotten around to what?
“Well, I did some more checking and...”
I looked up and met his glare, his eyes red and
surrounded by blackened skin.
“Both of the victims were former host parents,” I
continued. “...for you. They were your foster
parents, Kohta.”
-Cont’d-