Kumiko shivered slightly when she saw them taking out his body from the river. She couldn’t help the tears which formed in her eyes when she saw his young body being carried out by the police officers.
“Don’t cry too much,” he whispered in her ear, making her head whip up to look at him. She rubbed her small nose with her shaking hand and immediately looked away. She couldn’t believe she was talking to a ghost - a ghost, whose body had just been uncovered from the river. What was more unbelievable was that she had actually let a ghost help her in her investigation.
After she had met him last night she had found herself immediately drawn to him. At first she hadn’t believed him. Who would believe the ghost of a murdered person was talking to you about helping him solve his own murder? Surely not if you were sane, and Kumiko thought that she was a pretty sane person. It was when he apparently described his murder that she realized her might b telling the truth. She then had believed him when other people couldn’t see him and only she could. She had asked him how come she had been able to see him and not others. He had shrugged and replied that he didn’t know that himself and that it was probably God’s last act of kindness towards him.
Her self reflection was broken when one of the police officers stepped towards her.
“Shiraishi,” Oguri Shun said, looking directly at her with the usual unimpressed look on his chiseled face.
“Oguri,” Kumiko said, with a slight hint of mockery in her tone of voice. Who wouldn’t mock the head of the investigations unit? You certainly wouldn’t if you weren’t his childhood friend who knew his innermost embarrassing secrets.
“I can’t believe you knew where the body was.” Shun uttered, scratching his hair and pouting slightly.
“It was just a hunch Shun-chan. I guess I know more about this case then most of your police officers do.” She said, crossing her hands over her chest and looking at Shun with a smile on her lips.
“Yeah…if you call the victim telling you where his body was thrown a hunch….go ahead.” Jun mumbled, putting his hand on Kumiko’s shoulders, staring directly at Shun.
Kumiko bit down on the inside of her bottom lip, trying desperately hard not to punch the ghost as hard as she could. Of course she would just end up looking like a fool. What she couldn’t understand, amongst other things, was the answer behind the fact that she could feel when Jun touched her. He had first touched her last night, when he had covered her mouth in order to make her stop screaming.
Of course she had freaked out when she had realized that this man was in fact dead. A million questions filled her mind ever since that moment and she hoped she would get answers soon.
Shun sighed, again breaking her from her thoughts. “I really hope we will continue with the investigations.” He said, flipping through his notebook.
Kumiko looked up at Shun with a shocked expression on her young features. “But you have to continue Shun! This could be linked to the other murders that have been happening recently!” she cried, feeling her heart beat faster inside her chest.
Of course when the shock that Jun was dead had diminished, she had immediately asked him who had killed him. He had frowned and simply told her he didn’t remember. She had yelled at him, telling him off for not remembering something so vital. He had ignored her comment and instead told her to do her fucking job, making her even angrier at him.
“I know Kumi, but you should also know that I’m doing the best I can.” Shun said, sighing loudly. His best friend had always been so bossy, ever since childhood. It was something he had gotten used to but also something that worried him since she had transferred to his unit.
Kumiko frowned, she was grateful for the fact that Shun had talked to her about the cases and shared information which he wasn’t really allowed to share with her since she had been pretty new to the station. She knew that without him she wouldn’t have been able to find out the things she did, but sometimes she hoped he would take things into his own hands and follow his instincts.
“I know Shun and I’m really grateful.” She replied, giving him a soft smile.
Shun sighed and ruffled her hair softly. “I’ll fax you the details later, you can hang around for as long as you like. Just tell them you are with me, ok?” he said, giving her a smile before turning around to continue with his job.
“Thanks Shun!” Kumiko yelled while waving. It was when shun left that she had noticed Jun’s absence. “Huh?” she uttered when she didn’t see him anywhere near her. “Where did he go?” she asked herself, looking around her with a slight frown on her pink lips. She had finally spotted him a little up from where she stood, immediately walking up towards him. She made a mental note to herself to ask him whether he could teleport himself to anywhere he wanted, just like those vampires she read about.
When she had finally reached him, she noticed what he was looking at - or who. She immediately found herself freezing, her eyes landing on Jun’s dead body.
Jun looked down at his own dead body with a sad expression on his face. He looked at his blue lips, his chalk white skin, his still wet hair hanging limply on his forehead, his wounds, which were still visible on his once colored skin. Jun tightened his lips, finding himself wanting to cry, but no tears came. Could ghosts cry? To the previous - alive - Jun it would have been a definite no, followed by; ‘ghosts don’t exist’, but now everything had changed.
He would have never thought that he would have ended up like this, ended up getting murdered, standing as he watched over his dead, beaten body. He knew his life wasn’t going the way he had originally planned, or wanted it to be. He knew that nothing good would come out of his lifestyle.
“Are you ok?” Kumiko whispered, looking briefly around her hoping no one heard her, her eyes landing back on Jun’s body. She caught a glimpse of his face before one of the men there zipped him up.
“No I’m not ok,” Jun replied, his voice cracking slightly. He turned to look at her, the pain in his eyes making her gulp. “Would you be ok if you were staring down at your own corpse?” he asked, his voice getting slightly louder.
“Uh…I…” she uttered, not really knowing what to say. Of course she wouldn’t be ok and she realized that she had asked him something stupid but she didn’t know what else to say.
Jun turned to look away from her, tightening his jaw and narrowing his eyes. “I guess I’m just not used to being dead yet,” he uttered, a bitter smile forming on his lips.