and they waited [part 1.]
"they waited, for so long for you to come. you din't come, instead your body laid in the grassy green hills as flies swarmed around the air."
━ IN WHICH KEIJI SHINOGI, ADACHI TOHRU, SHUICHI SAIHARA AND RANPO EDOGAWA DEAL WITH FINDING THEIR S/O DECEASED. THEIR REACTIONS, AND ACTIONS.
#KEIJI SHINOGI
He's tired.
It's been- what? like a week since he's been trapped in this death game. Honored he's even included, really. It's his duty as, Mr. Policeman, to investigate every inch of the area.
So that he can return to you safely.
So when he does, following Sara, he notices film type that had the name of "NON-PARTICPANT.MP3" And decides to himself that it would be intresting to watch it.
"Hey Sara, could you put this on the computer for me?" He asks, to which Sara berudingly nods to. Sliding the disk in, the computer flashes a screen and. .
Why are you in the video?
"Please! Pleaseplease let me go... !! I wanna go home.. !! I wanna see Keiji ..!! He's still missing- I- I can find him! I swear, please! NO- No! Nonono..." You screamed, as the box was filled with gushing water as you momentarily drowned.
He's stunned and tired.
You.. weren't even a particpant, so why were you dragged into this? Why, why would someone so precious ..? Was it because of him? Was it his fault?
"Ahhh.. That's a shame! Really! I was thinking of bringing a random person who almost everyone knew... Too bad the key was dangingly by their necklace, and they din't even know!" A voice eerily cheery exclaimed.
Their necklace? You mean, the necklace he gave you? Stop it. No. That can't be true.
Why, Why was it your turn to die? For the first time, he felt true despair.
#ADACHI TOHRU
"A body of a forensic artist was found deceased five days ago.. their body was discovered by their co-workers near Yasogami High School's entrance. The student who has found the body refused to be interviewed. The culprit has not yet been found, but-"
"...Turn it off, Dojima-San."
"Alright. Well, Bye Adachi. I'm going back home."
He sighs, sitting emptily on the chair. It's hilarious to think the detective agency couldn't find a single fingerprint- and the sole reasoning behind it was because he wore gloves. (For legal reasons, that was a lie.)
Adachi Tohru, also part of said agency, is having the time of his life. When he gets pissed, he can kill people off with just a flick of a finger. It was- It was so easy. No one would find out. Still...
"Adachi-San, you're the one killing people off, am I correct?"
How the hell did you find out?
"Adachi-San, are you happy? It appears to me you aren't."
Shut up.
"Adachi-San, you seem to like cabbages. Haha, that's funny!"
Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.
"Adachi-San, I knew it! you're parents-"
You don't know anything about me. Stop blabbering and keep your mouth shut. Stop spouting nonsense, for the love of God, please.
"Adachi-San.... T... Thank you... for ... everythin..."
You still blabbered your mouth even when you were on the brink of dying. Ironic, you'll never keep your mouth shut.
...Still.
He saw you. He killed so much other people. Yet, when he killed you... Why did it feel different? He's still doing his normal routines, yet whenever he looks at your office..
Why does it hurt?
#SHUICHI SAIHARA
Cold. Painful. Sorrow.
There was so much things he wanted to say, yet silenced choked him out as if he hadn't had a voice.
It was so uncomfortable- so bizzare. He had just left to finish a case, and here you laid cold on the ground with a thousand of spikes penetrating through your body.
He badly wanted for you to just stand up and exclaim that it was simply just a prank, apologize for doing so and the both of you could go on their merry way.
But he knows, that your pranks never go this far.
Is he just trying to believe? There was nothing to believe, there was no fingerprints, no DNA samples- no nothing. It's as if the culprit murdered you then disappeared as well.
He's trying to look for the truth. The one you oh so encouraged him to open his eyes to seek. But your eyes were closed, seeing no truth at all. How he wishes you can just- blink.
Please, please blink.
Rang through his mind. He just wants you to stop. Please. Please stop, wake up. Wake up. Wake up, please. But he knows— he knows you won't wake up.
It hurts him, it hurts him like hell. But whenever he looks back to your body in the autopsy room, he can't help but feel at ease. Why, why were you so frozen and dull still bring him comfort when your body laid cold?
He doesn't know. Please tell him. He knows nothing. And it's pathetic for him to even embrace the detective title now if he had to give it up to the higher ups. I beg of you, please wake up.
#RANPO EDOGAWA
"...Ranpo-San, My condolences but....they have died. They died, and there are signs they were assaulted. We.. We found them in the allyway today."
Huh? That wasn't supposed to happen.
That wasn't supposed to happen.
"But- In my vision, They din't..." Was it because the change of those stupid glasses? Was it because he wanted to wear the glasses you gave him that he couldn't see what happened more clearly?
"Ranpo-San! It's okay to make mistakes, after all, you can still improve!"
It wasn't okay to make this mistake. It costed too much. It costed you. He can't improve, not without you by his side. Where would be his encouragement? His praise? His..
Where would your smile be?
It's over. It's gone. He's the most worthless and terrible detective out there. But.. You... You were just here yesterday. How could have you died? You could protect yourself, he knows, but ...
Maybe it was because of him.
It was because of him that you died. Was... Was he the greatest detective on the earth that everybody said he was? That- That he said? That you said?
I'm sorry for being an idiot. Please come back to me, please. I'll do better, so just hug me and praise me once more with that stupid grin of yours.
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