He watched her walking down the street holding onto her belongings. He noticed the tears in her eyes and he also noticed the fact that she was walking aimlessly down the street towards her apartment. He only knew one thing about her but he knew she was the only one who was able to help him. Jun walked haggardly towards her, not exactly sure what her reaction was going to be when she met him.
Kumiko walked out of the police station, biting her lower lip in frustration. She had just started working at the police department in Tokyo after being transferred from her department. She had been nervous about her first day at work there but thankfully her best friend worked there so she wasn’t going to be alone. She was nervous, tomorrow was going to be her first official day at work and she hoped that she would be able to carry out her job properly. She fixed her ponytail and tugged her dark brown handbag closer towards her body.
She was walking down the usual path towards her apartment when suddenly a figure stopped in front of her. She couldn’t see his features clearly but she could tell he had an athletic build and was a man.
“Excuse me?” she uttered. Her voice was shaking slightly. It was as if she felt that something was wrong.
“Shiraishi Kumiko?” the mysterious man asked.
Kumiko could literally feel her heart stop in shock. Who was this man? How come he knew her name? She hadn’t recognized his voice and could feel a sudden cold aura around her. She took a quick breath and said, “Who are you? Don’t try anything frisky I have pepper spray!”
She had just noticed that they were alone in an alley and she immediately started going through a safety procedure in her mind. They had thought her self defense when she had still been at the police academy and she was always pretty lame at it.
“I need your help,” he said, stepping closer to her.
It was at that moment that Kumiko noticed his features for the first time. Stepping underneath the street light lit up his shadowed face, making Kumiko widen her eyes slightly. His full lips were tainted with crimson blood, he dark red contrasting with his pale skin. Her eyes travelled up from his full lips, through his high cheekbones and finally landing on his dark black eyes. He was beautiful, those dark eyes staring back at her, it was as if they were looking straight through her soul.
“Who are you?” she asked after noticing the tattered clothes he was wearing.
“My name is Matsumoto Jun and I need your help.” Jun said, his dark voice making the brunette shiver slightly.
“What? How do you know who I am?” Kumiko asked, turning her body slightly away from the stranger with a name.
Jun thought she was going to run away from him and so stepped even closer to her. “You are the only one who can help me solve this murder.” He said, begging her to listen to him. She was the only one who could help him, he didn’t know why but she was the chosen one and he had to make sure that she gave him a chance.
Kumiko gasped, how did he know that she had just started working as an intern at the police station to someday become a detective? Was he a stalker? She was determined to solve every murder she came across and when he said the word murder her curiosity was on him. She looked at him once again, noticed his features, his full lips which were set into a frown and his dark eyes looking at her, begging her to listen to him. She didn’t know why she hadn’t just shoved him away and threaten to call the police. Instead she asked the following question, “how do you think I can help you?” She shifted on her feet, her light brown eyes narrowing in suspicion and fascination at the man in front of her. She was assessing him all the time, forming an escape plan in her mind in case things took a turn for the worse.
She was hoping that things wouldn’t turn badly because this man in front of her made her want to ask him questions and to get to know him better. It could be the detective inside of her talking but she hoped that he wouldn’t be giving her false hope. “And how do I know that you aren’t the murdered yourself?” she added, raising her eyes from his muscular body and back to his face.
He smiled, catching her off guard, the bitterness of his smile evident in his eyes. “That’s easy,” he said, touching the corner of his blooded mouth lightly. “You will be the one who discovers my body.”
“Huh? Excuse me but you aren’t making any sense.” Kumiko uttered, frowning deeply and starting to think that this was a bad mistake. Great, another psycho, that’s all she needed.
Jun moved closer to her, stopping a few inches from her face, his dark eyes boring into hers, making her breath hitch slightly. She found herself unable to look away from his eyes, almost feeling as though she was trapped. She hissed, unable to handle his boldness, her slender fingers tightening their grip around the pepper spray bottle inside her purse.
Jun smiled, making her whole body tense up. “Simple, I’m your next victim.” He uttered, making her gasp loudly. He was so close that she swore he could hear her heart beating. Her gasp wasn’t one of embarrassment but pure shock. Shock at the fact that when he spoke she didn’t feel his breath landing on his face, instead there was nothing at all.
“You…” she began to utter, finding her whole body shaking.
Jun stepped back, giving her a sad smile. “That’s right Shiraishi, I’m dead.”