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Fears Revisited
Chapter 5
Ryanna (sailorstar100@yahoo.com)
Makoto opened her tired eyes when he heard the door open
and close. Shinosaki sat on the edge of the bed and took her hand
in his. “Shinosaki,” she whispered smiling, her lips dry and cracked.
“Hey,” he replied, bringing her hand to his lips and kissing
her knuckles softly. “How are you feeling?”
“Better,” she answered, “but you look like hell,” she said
with a grin.
Shinosaki laughed. “I guess I could say the same for you.”
Silence settled down upon the room. Shinosaki held back tears
of relief and joy and studied her face, trying to read her thoughts.
“Shinosaki, will you tell me what is going on?” Makoto’s smile faded.
Shinosaki nodded. He took a deep breath and began his story.
“I told you that my parents died a few weeks ago,” he began. Makoto
nodded with recognition. “Well,” he said, looking down at his hands,
“what I didn’t tell you is that they were murdered the same way Hana
was.” His voice broke slightly as he pictured what his parents looked
like. Makoto squeezed his hand tighter, letting him know she was there.
He composed himself and continued his story, “After that, I was scared.
Three of the most important people in my life were dead, all murdered,
and I was the only one left.” He looked up at her. “Now I can really
understand what you felt like, Mako-chan.” She was silent. He
continued on, “Julia isn’t just a friend of mine. She’s the detective
they assigned to the murder cases. I was worried about you and decided
to bring her along to serve as a...a type of bodyguard, I guess, for when
I couldn’t watch over you.” Again he studied his hands.
“Shinosaki,” Makoto said quietly. Words escaped her and tears
flooded her eyes. No, Makoto, she told herself. It’s my turn. I have
to be strong for him. She pushed away her tears. “Shinosaki,” she said
again, a little louder this time. He looked up at her. “I’m sorry about
your parents-I really am.” She sighed, straining to think of something
else to say. “Everything will be alright. Trust me, okay? Trust me like
I trusted you.” He nodded and squeezed her hand back.
The door to her room opened again and in walked Usagi, Mamoru, and
Rei, followed by a short girl with raven hair, hair darker even than Rei’s.
Makoto’s feeling of unease returned. She forced a smile as they all crowded
around her bed. “Makoto-san,” the short girl said, her face twisted with
concern. “How are you feeling?”
Makoto narrowed her eyes and tried to place where she had seen the
girl before. Realization hit her and her eyes went wide. “Yamiro…” she
said, surprised and fearful. “Wh-What are you doing here?” she stammered.
Shinosaki saw the fear in her eyes; so did Usagi and Rei.
Shinosaki looked at the others. “Maybe we’d better let her rest a
little,” he suggested. They nodded and left. “Mako-chan-“
“Not again,” she murmured, staring straight forward, eyes wide
with fear.
Shinosaki leaned over and kissed her. “Listen to me,” he said,
forcing her to look at him, “I won’t let anyone hurt you. I promise.”
Makoto forced a smile. She yawned. Shinosaki chuckled. “Sounds to me
like we both need some sleep.” She nodded slightly, and Shinosaki stood.
“I’ll be back later.” And he left.
“Alright, who are you,” Rei said bluntly when they left the room.
Yamiro looked surprised. “I-I told you who I am. I’m an old
friend of Makoto and Shinosaki,” she stammered.
Rei crossed her arms over her chest and narrowed her gaze. “If
you were her friend,” she began, slowly closing the gap between herself
and Yamiro, “then she would’ve told us about you a long time ago.”
Yamiro backed up until she hit the wall, struggling to keep some
space between herself and Rei.
“Yeah,” Usagi chimed in, standing beside Rei. “What did you do
to them?”
Yamiro suddenly felt claustrophobic. “I-I didn’t do anything.”
Sweat beaded on her forehead. That girl, Rei was it? There’s something in
her eyes. What is that? It’s the same with the blonde, she thought to
herself.
Rei was about to retort when the door opened. Their heads turned
to see Shinosaki exit and lean back against the door, running his hands
through his brown hair. Rei and Usagi backed away from Yamiro almost
immediately. Urawa and Mamoru walked over to Shinosaki and they talked
for a few moments. Ami walked up behind Rei and Usagi. “Everything okay
here?” she asked, seemingly oblivious to the tension that filled the room.
But her eyes betrayed her true intentions. Cold and unbelieving
toward Yamiro, she felt dread sink into her stomach. They know something…
her mind said, paranoid. Her dark blue eyes darted back and forth, tracing
one face after another. The space seemingly shrank and shrank until she
began to get short of breath. Then her mind fixed on something. A smile
appeared on the corners of her lips. “Shinosaki-kun!” she called, not
taking her eyes off the three girls that stood in front of her. “Can we
leave yet?”
Shinosaki rolled his eyes and sighed quietly. Mamoru and Urawa
stifled a laugh. “Yeah, we may as well.” To Mamoru and Urawa, he said,
“You’ll call me if anything happens, right?” They nodded in reply.
Yamiro slithered away from Rei, Usagi and Ami, and hung on Shinosaki’s
arm. He threw a look towards his friends and shrugged slightly. “Dammit…”
he swore in English under his breath. Mamoru heard him and laughed.
Julia rubbed her eyes and sighed. She looked over to her right at the
detective that accompanied her. “Can you get any English stations?” she asked,
doubtfuly in broken Japanese.
He looked back at her and nodded. His hand moved from the wheel to
the radio and switched the station. Soft guitar flooded through the tiny
Mitsubishi.
Had a bad day again
Julia grinned at the irony. “That’s the understatement of the year,”
she muttered under her breath. The detective smiled secretly to himself.
She said I would not understand
She left a note and said I’m sorry I
Had a bad day again
The interrogation of Shinosaki replayed throughout her mind. Something
was bugging her about it. Oh well, she gave up, and just listened to the music.
She spilled her coffee, broke her shoelace
Smeared the lipstick on her face
Slammed the door and said I’m sorry I
Had a bad day again
Shinosaki turned the radio on as he closed the car door with his other
hand. Yamiro entered beside him and smiled sweetly when he checked to see if
she was wearing her seatbelt.
And she swears there’s nothing wrong
I hear her playing that same old song
She puts me off and puts me on
Why’d she do that to me? he wondered as he thought about Julia and the
“interrogation” that they gave him earlier. How could they think that I did
that to her? Yamiro studied his profile. It was easy to tell that he was
thinking about something-or rather someone.
And had a bad day again
She said I would not understand
Left a note and said I’m sorry I
Had a bad day again
“Have a bad day, Shinosaki-kun?” Yamiro asked as she batted her eyes
and the song came to an end.
“Sorta,” he answered shortly, flipping off the radio. Silence returned.
“Which building?”
“Seven.”
He turned into the parking lot and turned off the engine. Yamiro
unbuckled her seatbelt and opened her door. “Do you want to come upstairs for
tea or anything?” she offered.
“No, thanks. I just want to get back home,” he answered, turning the
key in the ignition.
“Please?” she pleaded with him, pouting her lips. “At least walk me
to the door.” She looked around. “There’s a drunk that lives next door and
I don’t like him knowing that I’m alone,” she whispered.
Shinosaki looked at her with utter doubt. He took the keys from the
ignition and unbuckled his seatbelt. “Okay,” he sighed, defeated.
Yamiro opened the door to her apartment. “Are you sure that you don’t
want to come in for a few minutes.”
“Yeah, but thanks anyway,” he said, turning to leave. “I’ll see you
later.”
“Wait!” she called.
He turned around and Yamiro met him there. She kissed him, full on
the mouth.
Shinosaki blinked and began to pull away. Yamiro pulled him closer
and deepened the kiss. He put his hands on her shoulders and broke away.
“What the hell was that?” he asked, furious.
“Sorry, I just-“ she broke off as tears fell down her cheeks. She
turned away from him and wiped her face with the back of her sleeve.
Guilt welled up inside of Shinosaki. He took a step toward her and
put his hands on her shoulders again. “I’m sorry I got so mad. I just can’t
do this.”
She turned back to face him, tears brimming at the corners of her eyes.
“I just thought that…that maybe you’d still felt…” she trailed off into silence.
Shinosaki sighed. "That was almost four years ago."
Yamiro shrugged. "So? I just thought-"
"You thought wrong," Shinosaki cut in. "The reason I even came here
was for Mako-chan. And you and I both know that you didn't show up at the
hospital to see her."
Her face fell. "That was cold," she whispered. Then her face hardened.
"And how are you so sure that Mako-chan isn't just setting up all of this so that
she can get to your trust fund!" she snapped.
Shinosaki's stomach dropped; his face paled. "Trust fund?" he whispered
to himself, his mind replaying his “interrogation” from earlier. Anger washed
over him. "You honestly think that Mako-chan would do this to me and to my
family," he asked incredulously.
Yamiro cowered back for a moment, and then retorted, "Well, why wouldn't
she! She's been jealous of you ever since her parents died!"
"How can you possibly think that!" he shouted back. "Mako-chan was a
part of our family. She cried with me when we found Hana; she comforted me when
I told her about my parents, even when she was in pain. And you honestly expect
me to even consider for a moment that she was a party in the murder of my family."
"You said yourself that you kicked her out!" Yamiro rebuked.
"I did no such thing! She moved out on her own. We helped her every way
we could. For a while, some rich uncle was sending her money, but he stopped a
year after I moved. Then she got a job and worked to help herself!"
"See! That's all she wants! She only wants the money!"
Shinosaki had reached the breaking point. "She doesn't even know about it!
No one does! I didn't even know until a day ago that there even was a trust fund,
which almost makes me wonder how you know about it!"
Yamiro fell silent.
Shinosaki ran a hand through his hair. He leaned over toward her. “Stay
away from her, Yamiro,” he whispered into her ear. He turned away and disappeared
down the hall.
“Takiro-san!” Julia called out as the detective opened the door to his office.
He turned around and stood in the doorway. “What do you want now, Julia-san?”
he answered impatiently.
She stopped in front of him and looked him in the eye. “Shinosaki didn’t
know about the money. He couldn’t have done it.”
Takiro gave her a doubtful look. “How do you know that he wasn’t acting?”
Julia’s eyes became stern. “I just know. He didn’t have a clue; didn’t you
see the look on his face?” She paused, trying to think of something else she could
use to strengthen her case. “Have you ever seen the way he looks at her, or the way
his eyes light up when he talks about her?” Takiro was silent. “Trust me on this one,
Shinosaki would never do anything to harm that girl.” She fell silent.
Takiro rolled her words around in his head for a moment, straightening out
his thoughts. “Okay, we’ll drop the Miyake boy as a suspect. Do you have any new
leads?” he said finally, after what seemed like an eternity.
Julia grinned a smile that spread from ear to ear. “I think that we should
look up long lost family, friends of the family; anyone that was close to either
Shinosaki’s parents or to Makoto’s. Preferably both.” She paused again, turning
an idea around. “It’s obvious to me that they’re getting someone else to do their
dirty work for them, so we have to look at how close the family and/or friends were
to the family…” she trailed off. Takiro nodded and they began the research.
To be continued...
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