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Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
54
Views:
40,753
Reviews:
137
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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52. The Murder
Q: Why was Kago dead in 50, and then alive in 51?
A: Chapter 51 is two days earlier than chapter 50, to put another idea into the readers\' heads.
However, this may prove that all theories were wrong.
Chapter 52 – The Murder
Amatsu sat in his lone jail cell, the evidence turned against him. They found Kago’s bloodstains on his shirt, they found Amatsu’s fist marks on the man’s body, and his alibi on not finding him did not hold up. Amatsu sat and waited, waiting for anything. A sign of his innocence, for the word that his fiancée, the love of his life, was still alive. Anything would be a sign at this point. He did not realize sitting in a cell would be so positively mind bogglingly boring. He was left with nothing but his thoughts, and not one of his thoughts was good. He was left with anger and hatred, and he did not even know why. He knew perfectly well who the murderer was, but how did he tell them that. There was no evidence towards it, it was only the word of a man who had all of the evidence pointing to him.
~*~
Amatsu had run after Kago, carrying a speed that Kago would not be able to match in the state of mind he was in. The two men met in the park, Kago on one side of the swings, Amatsu on the other. When the two children who had been playing in the sand saw them, they ran away. Kago and Amatsu met eyes, and Kago held tight to the weapon in his hands.
“What did you do?” Amatsu screamed at him, his fists balled up in fury at his sides.
“I’ve taken her away from you, the way you took her away from me,” snapped Kago. The knife flung out of his hands and was aimed right for Kago, except Kago did not have any savvy grace with a knife. He was great at stabbing innocent girls, throwing a knife at a moving man was different. The blade was not what struck Amatsu, the handle of the knife slammed into his shoulder, then bounced down to the ground.
Amatsu flung himself at Kago, who had seriously believed the knife would have struck Amatsu and wounded him. Amatsu was lucky not to be hurt, however at the same time he knew it was more than luck. He was the one who was supposed to win.
Amatsu and Kago met in hand to hand combat, but not the way hand to hand combat looks on television. This was not a spectacle to be watched, it was two men with little experience in fighting grappling with one another. Amatsu may have never struck anyone like this before, but he was still stronger and less inebriated than the other man. Amatsu was winning, and Kago was bleeding more than he expected him to be, but he could not stop. He kept bunching him, and then a noise turned him to face the shocking shotgun sound. In that moment of distraction, Kago, feeling no pain, had reached out and struck Amatsu in the stomach, hard enough to wind Amatsu.
Amatsu fell away from Kago and Kago stood himself, bloody and woozy, but he was not giving up. The men faced one another, watched the eyes of each other. Kago drew his fist back, ready to strike a winded Amatsu, but Amatsu was knocked out of the way. Amatsu and another body went tumbling out of the way as the shotgun sound was heard once again. This time it struck a mark, but it was not the mark it had been aiming for. Kago’s head flew back, the shot lodged directly in his forehead. The man fell back, life drained completely from his eyes before he even hit the ground.
Amatsu struggled to sit up, and in one instant he saw the man with the gun. A man who was beautiful in a feminine way, a man who had been an excellent musician. A man in love with the man who kept turning away from him.
“Get moving,” came a voice from beside Amatsu. Amatsu did not even take the time to see who the man was, the two men stood and ran into the trees surrounding the park, hiding from the gunshots that followed.
“It’s your fault!” called Shoushin’s voice from the park. “Because of you and your girlfriend’s guilt hold on Shinwa, he won’t rejoin the band.”
“I can’t believe this is why he’s trying to kill me,” Amatsu hissed to the stranger next to him.
“The man is unhinged,” the stranger told him. “Who do you think put all of those thoughts into Kago’s head?”
Amatsu looked behind him, at Shoushin walking slowly toward him, his anger wrapped around him like a comforting blanket. Shoushin looked menacing and dangerous as he stepped forward.
“Get the Hell out of here,” the stranger whispered to Amatsu. “You need to be somewhere else.”
“What were you doing here?” Amatsu asked. “Why are you trying to save me?”
The stranger nearly laughed, but kept his voice low as Shoushin began to rush towards them. “I was going to do what Shoushin already has done,” he hissed, then shoved Amatsu forward into the trees. “Get the hell out of here.” The stranger stepped out into the open and face to face with the murderer. For some reason this caused Shoushin to hesitate.
Amatsu did not hesitate, he was going to get to the hospital and find Fuji, find out how she was doing. The last thing her heard before flying out of earshot was, “Nakago, I thought you were incarcerated.”
Amatsu would not think of it again the whole time he ran, and when he came to the hospital his mind was only on Fuji. He did not even think of what had just happened not an hour before, his only concern was for the young beauty that lie dying.
~*~
“Inperiaru Amatsu?” The officer on duty stepped in front of the cell and looked in on him, eyeing him suspiciously. “You are free to go; someone came in to confess an hour ago.”
Amatsu stood up, his eyes wide. “He… confessed?” Amatsu asked suspiciously, eyeing the officer in much the same way he had eyed him. “It does not seem like something he would do.”
The officer made no comment of that and just lead Amatsu out into the hall and towards the opening of the station. Two other officers flanked a man, leading him towards the cells. Amatsu gazed at the man in shock as the black haired man who had saved his life winked at him.
“Excuse me?” Amatsu asked the officer as they passed the man in the hallway. “Can you tell me that man’s name?”
“It’s something like Okinamiyaki Nakago.”
“Oshidori?” Amatsu asked, suddenly stopping to look at the man, recognizing those grey eyes specifically.
“That’s it,” the officer pointed out, and pushed Amatsu into the front room of the station. “Officer Pop will finish checking you out.”
A: Chapter 51 is two days earlier than chapter 50, to put another idea into the readers\' heads.
However, this may prove that all theories were wrong.
Amatsu sat in his lone jail cell, the evidence turned against him. They found Kago’s bloodstains on his shirt, they found Amatsu’s fist marks on the man’s body, and his alibi on not finding him did not hold up. Amatsu sat and waited, waiting for anything. A sign of his innocence, for the word that his fiancée, the love of his life, was still alive. Anything would be a sign at this point. He did not realize sitting in a cell would be so positively mind bogglingly boring. He was left with nothing but his thoughts, and not one of his thoughts was good. He was left with anger and hatred, and he did not even know why. He knew perfectly well who the murderer was, but how did he tell them that. There was no evidence towards it, it was only the word of a man who had all of the evidence pointing to him.
Amatsu had run after Kago, carrying a speed that Kago would not be able to match in the state of mind he was in. The two men met in the park, Kago on one side of the swings, Amatsu on the other. When the two children who had been playing in the sand saw them, they ran away. Kago and Amatsu met eyes, and Kago held tight to the weapon in his hands.
“What did you do?” Amatsu screamed at him, his fists balled up in fury at his sides.
“I’ve taken her away from you, the way you took her away from me,” snapped Kago. The knife flung out of his hands and was aimed right for Kago, except Kago did not have any savvy grace with a knife. He was great at stabbing innocent girls, throwing a knife at a moving man was different. The blade was not what struck Amatsu, the handle of the knife slammed into his shoulder, then bounced down to the ground.
Amatsu flung himself at Kago, who had seriously believed the knife would have struck Amatsu and wounded him. Amatsu was lucky not to be hurt, however at the same time he knew it was more than luck. He was the one who was supposed to win.
Amatsu and Kago met in hand to hand combat, but not the way hand to hand combat looks on television. This was not a spectacle to be watched, it was two men with little experience in fighting grappling with one another. Amatsu may have never struck anyone like this before, but he was still stronger and less inebriated than the other man. Amatsu was winning, and Kago was bleeding more than he expected him to be, but he could not stop. He kept bunching him, and then a noise turned him to face the shocking shotgun sound. In that moment of distraction, Kago, feeling no pain, had reached out and struck Amatsu in the stomach, hard enough to wind Amatsu.
Amatsu fell away from Kago and Kago stood himself, bloody and woozy, but he was not giving up. The men faced one another, watched the eyes of each other. Kago drew his fist back, ready to strike a winded Amatsu, but Amatsu was knocked out of the way. Amatsu and another body went tumbling out of the way as the shotgun sound was heard once again. This time it struck a mark, but it was not the mark it had been aiming for. Kago’s head flew back, the shot lodged directly in his forehead. The man fell back, life drained completely from his eyes before he even hit the ground.
Amatsu struggled to sit up, and in one instant he saw the man with the gun. A man who was beautiful in a feminine way, a man who had been an excellent musician. A man in love with the man who kept turning away from him.
“Get moving,” came a voice from beside Amatsu. Amatsu did not even take the time to see who the man was, the two men stood and ran into the trees surrounding the park, hiding from the gunshots that followed.
“It’s your fault!” called Shoushin’s voice from the park. “Because of you and your girlfriend’s guilt hold on Shinwa, he won’t rejoin the band.”
“I can’t believe this is why he’s trying to kill me,” Amatsu hissed to the stranger next to him.
“The man is unhinged,” the stranger told him. “Who do you think put all of those thoughts into Kago’s head?”
Amatsu looked behind him, at Shoushin walking slowly toward him, his anger wrapped around him like a comforting blanket. Shoushin looked menacing and dangerous as he stepped forward.
“Get the Hell out of here,” the stranger whispered to Amatsu. “You need to be somewhere else.”
“What were you doing here?” Amatsu asked. “Why are you trying to save me?”
The stranger nearly laughed, but kept his voice low as Shoushin began to rush towards them. “I was going to do what Shoushin already has done,” he hissed, then shoved Amatsu forward into the trees. “Get the hell out of here.” The stranger stepped out into the open and face to face with the murderer. For some reason this caused Shoushin to hesitate.
Amatsu did not hesitate, he was going to get to the hospital and find Fuji, find out how she was doing. The last thing her heard before flying out of earshot was, “Nakago, I thought you were incarcerated.”
Amatsu would not think of it again the whole time he ran, and when he came to the hospital his mind was only on Fuji. He did not even think of what had just happened not an hour before, his only concern was for the young beauty that lie dying.
“Inperiaru Amatsu?” The officer on duty stepped in front of the cell and looked in on him, eyeing him suspiciously. “You are free to go; someone came in to confess an hour ago.”
Amatsu stood up, his eyes wide. “He… confessed?” Amatsu asked suspiciously, eyeing the officer in much the same way he had eyed him. “It does not seem like something he would do.”
The officer made no comment of that and just lead Amatsu out into the hall and towards the opening of the station. Two other officers flanked a man, leading him towards the cells. Amatsu gazed at the man in shock as the black haired man who had saved his life winked at him.
“Excuse me?” Amatsu asked the officer as they passed the man in the hallway. “Can you tell me that man’s name?”
“It’s something like Okinamiyaki Nakago.”
“Oshidori?” Amatsu asked, suddenly stopping to look at the man, recognizing those grey eyes specifically.
“That’s it,” the officer pointed out, and pushed Amatsu into the front room of the station. “Officer Pop will finish checking you out.”