Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Fighter ❯ Chapter fourteen ( Chapter 14 )

Fighter

By Marie Darkholme

Fourteenth Chapter

The question stroke her very quickly as she too asked herself. She looked up to him and their eyes met once more. "I guess…" Sora started, but the fact was that she didn't know what to answer. It had passed so quickly. "I guess I did what I thought it was right." She replied. Taichi gaze still on her somehow he found that hard to believe, or maybe it was just his hope that she would say that she didn't want him to die.

"Was it only that?" Sora looked at him. What was he expecting she would say, she wasn't sure, but she wouldn't lie to him. "It happened all so quickly, Taichi." She explained looking out the window. "I was telling Hikari to remain hidden, when I heard gun shots. I covered myself and saw you jumping into a guy. I was looking for a way out without you seeing me, when I spotted Hiroshi holding a gun to you. I didn't think. I simply jumped trying to save your life."

Taichi looked at her darkened form next to the window. She didn't dare to face him. "Okay, thanks." He replied as he prepared to turn the engine on again and start the car. "We should go home now, don't you think?" he said, trying to smooth the environment that himself had created. Sora only nodded as the dark blue Subaru started and Taichi drove through the busy streets of Kyoto.

Unaware to them, near the murder spot, a man had been watching their every movement. His face was no contracted in a horrible pain mask, not hiding his jealousy over the relationship that both Taichi and Sora shared. Once again, he remained in the shadows, but he knew soon he would make his appearance and then Sora would be his, forever. He tightened the grip on his coat and walked away.

The ringing of the phone echoed through the empty house, or so it seemed. Taichi turned from one side to the other and throwing his pillow to the nearest wall, he finally decided to wake up, as the phone seemed to never going to stop ringing. His right hand felt the sheets, then the night table and over it finally the phone as his eyes remained closed, not willing to open.

"Hello?!" he answered to the receiver with a sleepy voice. "Hey, sleepy head." His sister's voice was unmistakable and almost immediately woke Taichi from his zombie state. He glanced to his watch. Almost seven in the morning, still too early for him, but not for Hikari as it seemed. "Hey. Do you really need to phone me at these hours of the morning? Its still night." He complained. Hikari though, didn't seem to give much importance to it.

"I thought, you cops were supposed to be working early." She joked, but the only reply that came from the other side was a yawn. "Look, Takeru told me to call you, since he's busy and to tell you that he might have some news for you. But as we're going to start vacations tomorrow, he went earlier to work to finish your cases, so you can't solve that shit once and for all." She spilled the information through the phone, but Taichi only understand middle sentences and he wasn't quite getting the point of waking him so early.

"I still don't get it." He replied. He heard a sigh from his sister as she resumed explained him what she was calling for. "Takeru wants you to meet him in one hour." She said. Taichi nodded still not completely awake and hung up the phone, not letting Hikari know if she was actually going or if he had actually understood.

He stood up and walked to the bathroom. His clothes flew through the air and ended up in several places through the bedroom and the bathroom itself. Then he infiltrated himself in the shower and opened the water. A cold batch of it ran down his spine and soaked his brown messy hair, but he did not complain. Even in the cold winter, there was nothing that could wake him better that a cold shower.

After a couple of minutes he was dressed and ready to go, but not before taking his breakfast. He put some milk in the microwave and took his chocolate cereals that he ate in less than five minutes. He then, put on his coat and his gloves and prepared to leave the house.

Outside it was colder than it had been yesterday, but maybe that was also because it was earlier. The streets were almost empty, not counting two or three early risers. He once more muttered under his breath why should he wake up so early. If it wasn't for a murder, something else with come up and interrupt his sleep. He opened the door of his car and entered it. While he prepared to drive, he wondered if he should or should not go and wake up Sora. He finally got to the conclusion that she was his partner so she had to go with him so he drove to her apartment.

Eight floors under Sora's apartment, in the streets, a beige car stopped in front of the old building. A man stepped out of the car and walked upstairs. He stopped in front of Sora's apartment's door and stood there for a while, listening to any sounds. The television was on and some cartoon seemed to be passing by the childish voices. The man wondered if the woman was awake or not, but without evidences of either, he decided to leave again. He walked downstairs and entered his car, parking it again a few metres ahead.

Inside the apartment, Sora held a cane of beer. It was full and open. She watched television without any interest or even giving attention to what she was seeing as her attention remained on the object in her hands. She stood up and walked to the kitchen where she emptied the container of the cane in the sink. It was the third cane she emptied that way and though it made her feel good with herself for being able to contain herself from drinking, she wasn't feeling good at all.

Her eyes were prevented from any glimpse of joy or happiness and under them two black holes gave her a tired drugged aspect. Her hair was sluttish and her clothes were simply a long t-shirt that couldn't almost cover her ass. She threw herself over the couch and tried for the seventh time to sleep that morning. But as always the sleep didn't come and she knew way. Because every time she eventually was able to fall asleep she would always awake in the same way, drowned in cold sweats, her heart beating fast, her breath uncontrollable and her mind and spirit sank in fear of another nightmare becoming real.

She was so in her thoughts that she didn't hear the knock on the door. Taichi was standing outside. He knocked softly on the door, but as no one replied him, he knocked once more, this time harder and for his stupefaction the door opened by itself. This was simply consequence of a very sleepy and troubled mind that Sora could no longer control and allowed that she completely forgot to lock the door; in fact she hadn't even closed it properly.

Finding this strange, Taichi carefully stepped in the house. But his thoughts of robbery were put aside as he saw Sora lying on the couch partially awake but not quite still as she didn't seem to notice his presence. In her mind another phone call troubled her. Her fear consuming her completely, breaking another promise of her: never to be led by fear again.

The words were recorded in her mind like the most faithful recorded device: Soon we'll meet again. But what was troubling her most, was the fact that she could no longer be sure if that had been another nightmare or if had been real. It was all too confusing as the reality and the fear mixed themselves in her mind. Suddenly she felt a hand over her forehead. She snapped out of her thoughts and sat straight on her couch far from the warm source. Only then she saw Taichi there. Her eyes showed a mixture of fear and confusion.

"The door was open." He replied. "Are you okay?" Sora didn't know what to say. Should she day yes when it was so obvious that she wasn't, but if she said no, would she tell him what was causing it. "Not quite." Was her reply. Taichi didn't wait for her invitation to sit down as he knew she wouldn't and he didn't need it.

"Takeru has something new to show us." he informed. He watched as her scared hands twisted in her lap. She looked miserable. "Do you need to talk?" the question was unnecessary, because he knew she needed to talk as he also knew she wouldn't talk unless she wanted, but it was a way to remind her that he was there by her side no matter what. "Don't worry, I'll be okay." She stood from her spot. "I guess then, that I must go dress myself." And walked off without another word.

Taichi remained sit in the couch watching the cartoons, but like its previous watcher his attention and interest were not on it. He stood up and walked to the kitchen to get a cup of water. As he did it he saw the beer canes over the counter and sighed, returning to his earlier spot. He waited for Sora to appear, what occurred ten minutes later, as she too had taken a cold shower, somehow trusting that he wouldn't spy on her, even with her fears.

She finally walked into the room, changed into a pair of jeans and a sportive sweat shirt in tones of black and white with the slogan skater boys on the back. He eyed her with a sad disapprovingly expression. Not really understanding the reasons, Sora eyed him too. "What?" she asked, still up near to the door, putting her gun on her belt.

"You're drinking again?!" he half stated, half asked, but Sora took it as an offence. "No!!" she replied shocked. Taichi stood up and narrowed her. "Oh c'mon, don't deny it. I saw the canes in the counter." He said. Sora took her time to think. Yes, I left them over the counter. She thought. "Yeah, but I didn't drink it, believe me." She said, but Taichi found that hard to believe. Sora was, after all, almost alcoholically. She could control herself when she was in a normal state, but lately she wasn't herself. He could tell that she was often spaced out and every time they entered the car, she would eventually fall asleep. He didn't know what was going on properly but he knew something was up.

"How can I, Sora?" Sora lowered her head before this statement. It should be hard to believe after all. She was always a good liar, and she had already hid so many things from him, but there was no way she was going to tell him what troubled her. "Look, you believe me if you want. I was going to drink them…" she said embarrassed with her own sentence. "But then I didn't. I spilled the content in the sink."

Taichi mirrored her. He wanted so badly to believe it. He sighed and gave up. "Lets go." He said. Both of them left the building and entered the car, which Taichi quickly drove to the hospital. That was probably the last place he liked. It always brought him memories about his mother. They caught the elevator to the sub levels where the forensic lab was.

They found Takeru sitting in a chair near the latest death body with a sandwich in his hand and chewing a piece of it. Taichi thought he would be sick. "How can you eat in a place like this?" he exclaimed disgusted announcing his presence to the younger. He stood up and walked to the pair. Sora greeted him in her usual cold, even if she was nicer now, tone as she approached the young girl's lifeless body.

"So, what do you have to tell us?" she asked without taking her eyes from the blond man. He swallowed another bit of his sandwich and walked towards the body. He uncovered it and Taichi had to press his noise. I'm never going to get used to this smell. He thought as he too approached trying to forget about the awful smell. Takeru pointed to the girls nails. Sora watched as he raised the body's hand so she could see better. "They're broken." She stated. Takeru nodded. "That are clear signs in her external injuries that she fought against her killer."

He then covered the body again and walked to a near room separated by a glass wall, where several microscopes along with other investigation stuff where. He turned one of the microscopes on and focused the lens, and then he motioned Sora to come over and watch too. "Blood." "Yup. And after the analyses we have absolutely sure it's not hers, so it must be the killers."

Both of the detectives smiled at this new revelation. Now all they needed was the suspect. "Thanks, Takeru." Taichi replied as he stood after watching the blood at the microscope as well. "This will definitely help us, as soon as we find a suspect." Sora sighed as she walked away. Takeru, glad that he had finally managed to help, sat back on his chair and continued eating his sandwich. Taichi was left behind. "Aren't you coming?" he asked his soon to be brother in law. "No. I still have two autopsies to make." The blond replied after finishing chewing his sandwich. The brown haired was preparing to leave when he was interrupted by a hand.

"How are things going with…?" he motioned with his head to the door where half minute early Sora had left. Taichi sighed. "You know she's tough." He replied. The blond smirked. "But I think I'm on the good way." Taichi continued. Takeru smiled openly. After all, he wished no only that his fiancée's brother was happy, but he also thought that Sora and Taichi were perfect for each other. This is of course, besides the little bet he had made with Hikari, about how much time they would wait to get together. As the brown haired guy left, he resumed himself to a sigh and sitting again in his chair finishing his sandwich and preparing mentally to open more two dead, one of them a seventy years old lady. People these days don't have respect for elders anymore. He sighed as he walked over to the lady and picked the bistoury to make the famous Y cut.

Hikari sighed as she finished her latest article about the University killer. That scoop had really brought her to the top, but now she was always overworked and she really needed a vacation. Her boss had put her on working in almost every murder case known over the last few days, hoping she would decipher the maze around the identity of the killer, but as Hikari already knew that was impossible. She had asked her brother for information and though he wasn't supposed to reveal those kinds of things, he told her they were clueless about the identity of the murder and Hikari knew that her brother was one of the best criminal police over the entire area.

She checked her e-mail and sent the document to her boss, then she walked over to her room. Over the bed was her wedding dress. Her smile was undoubted of joy and daydreaming. She could almost hear the priest saying the magical words after both her and Takeru had said yes, and she was sure that there was nothing that could stop Takeru from saying it. She could almost feel his lips over hers for the first time in their married lives, and the sound of the cheering coming from her friends and family. The canes rolling in the back of their Daweo as they left for their honeymoon and the sound of his brother's mocking voice threatening Takeru: If you hurt her, I'll kill you. She was sure he would say something like that. She giggled at the thought.

The dress was as beautiful as she could have imagined, or even more. She raised it in her hands and put it in front of her, swinging around the bedroom in absolute happiness. Her life couldn't have been better. But then the thought of her mother assaulted her mind, but that only brought her happy memories. The memories of her mom while she was alive. Stopping in front of her closet's mirror, she held her dress and smiled to her reflection. "See mom, I'm going to get married with the most wonderful man on earth."

Taichi and Sora were once again back to their office searching through the files they had finally got from the new victim. Sora searched over her public life, while Taichi was more interested in her personal life, relying on several witness' depositions to built a profile over the girl.

Suddenly Sora started picking the other two girls profiles. She opened all of them in the same page, where picture of them alive where along with their public life. She picked a pencil and underlined some stuff. Taichi brought his attention from his own papers to what she was doing. He didn't dare to interrupt her, since he had for experience that once we're following a logic ratiocinate with do not wish to be disturbed, so he just watched as he waited for her to finish. After some underlining and re-reading, she put down the pencil and stared at the files with a confused look on her face.

"What, did you find something?" he asked anxious. Sora though didn't gave him a direct reply. "This doesn't make any sense." She replied. Only then her attention was locked on the brown haired guy, her partner, as she picked two of the files and showed them to him. "See here. The second and the third girl are connected." She started. "They were both in the same school, but the first one was on a different school."

Taichi looked to the files as to confirm what she was saying. He too was confused but then he had an idea. He and Hikari changed school once, when they changed neighbourhood. "Maybe the killer changed from the first girl's school to the other or vice versa." He replied. Sora grinned. "Lets check it out." She said. Taichi picked the phone and dialled the first school's number, while Sora did the same thing with her cell phone. After an hour they had both the list of students in their hands.

While Sora read the names on the first list, Taichi checked if there was anyone with the same name in the other, and then, finally a match. They couldn't stop from thinking that they had finally hit the right spot. "Suzume Tashibari." Sora read from the girl's profile that she had managed to get from the schools as well. Beside some basic information, they had as well her picture. Then they entered the register services and collected more information.

It was late in the evening when they thought they had collected enough information about the girl. They new where she lived now and every little mistake she had made through her life, but it was still something missing. They needed a motive. It was the motives that led to crimes and in the court it was the first evidence to bring someone to jail. Without a motive there's no condemnation.

The night was passing slowly and the shadows had engulfed almost every building around, but neither Sora nor Taichi were determined to go home after finally getting a clue over someone. They continued searching and searching, until the tiredness finally took over them. Sora had already fallen asleep over her papers.

Taichi stood from his chair and picked a blanket from one of the emergency kits in the office that he always carried around with him. He also had one in his car. He put the blanket over her shoulders and just stared at her while she slept. He could see that not even when she slept she had a rest as her face kept contracting in sadness, pain and fear while she slept. He pushed his chair next to her, so he could watch her sleeping features, illuminated by the few light in the room coming from the lamp over his desk. She looked like an angel. He put a protective arm over her back to which she replied by approaching him, and even if she was doing it unconsciously Taichi was happy for it, as he curled himself next to, lying her head on his other arm and fall asleep as well.

Later in the night Taichi was sometimes awake by the sounds of Sora's voice. His curiosity, dying to know what she was dreaming, even if she knew it wasn't good. Until next to the morning… "I thought you loved me." She whispered in a fear voice. "But I do love you." Taichi replied confused to only stare at her and see that her eyes were closed. "Please, I don't want to do it." Now Taichi was certain that she wasn't talking to him. She was talking in her dreams, but what was she dreaming. Whatever it was it seemed to be painful because Sora's face kept contracting in fear.

He was about to awake her, when she suddenly shouted full longs: "Nooo…" and she woke up. Once again, she woke up full of cold sweat and breathing heavily. She looked around to see where she was, as the previous evening came to her mind. Only then, her eyes came upon Taichi's. He eyed her with a mix of fear and confusion. He was afraid of what she was dreaming, to really know, but not really afraid of her. it was that kind of fear that we have before something we want to know, but at the same time, we don't want to know, because maybe the truth was harder than he would have first imagined. He was a detective, a police officer, and he had faced many cases of rape, sometimes he had even arrived in the precise moment and had witnessed the horror that those girls passed through, but he had also seen what happened to most of them after the incident. They travelled from the hospital's psychologist to the psychiatric hospital in two times. Unable to have relationships with men, living in fear, having nightmares about the forsaken happening.

As he looked into her eyed that morning he saw for the first time that fear, childish fear of something. The nightmares come true. He saw what he had seen during his few career years in the watched in girls that suffered that kind of probation. And right now, he didn't know what to do. He had always had words to comfort her, but right now, he did not know of one. All the denying when the symptoms were so clear this last week. Sora was tough now, but maybe she wasn't tough before.

Sora stared at Taichi. Why is he looking at me like I'm going to kill him or something? She thought. Her mind was like an ocean in the middle of a storm and there was nothing surviving. A tsunami had crossed her path and left nothing as he stared at her like that. In some kind o twisted way he hurt her by looking at her like that. She knew what she had just dreamed but she didn't know how much could he had noticed of it, or if he had even made up the puzzle of her life. I guess I'm doomed now. I'm spoiled forever because of that stupid asshole.

"Why didn't you tell me?" was the only words he was capable to say. Why hadn't she told him? He thought there were no secrets now, but still she had kept, probably the only motive that kept her away from him. the motive that he tried to fight against, proving her that he would never hurt her, but how could he fight something that he didn't know he was fighting? He wanted to hug her as strong as he could. He wanted to tell her that nothing like that would happen to her again, but he couldn't. He was afraid that she might push him away.

Tears rolled down her face. He had discovered. One night, one fucking dream and he discovered the most sacred secret that I've kept hiding all this years. Now he will not want anything to do with me, because I'm dirty. Those kinds of thoughts were the ones that crossed her mind quicker. She had never wished someone to be with her like she wished Taichi but now she had ruined the all thing with a stupid nightmare. She could see he was afraid and hurt. Hurt that she hadn't told him about it.

She picked her gun and left the building, tears rolling down her face without she being able to stop them. She ran with no destiny, just ran like her life depended on that. She would never face him again now that he knew. She could never stand those eyes again, looking at her like that. Without even noticing it, she was in the doorsteps of the house of the only person that had known about her all along, and had helped her. Unfortunately that person wasn't home right now. She sat on its steps crying herself out.

Taichi just stood in the same spot. He had seen her cry before, but those tears had been caused by him once more and they hurt. They hurt too much for him to stand up again and ran after her. The truth had hit him too hard and he didn't know what to do. His hands were shaking on his lap and he felt his own tears forming in his eyes.

A young woman about twenty years was walking through the subway, waiting for her metro to arrive. The place was almost empty as it was still early in the cold new morning and the street lamps were still on. She sighed as she sat down in one of the benches near her. Maybe she shouldn't have gone out the campus that day. After all, there was a killer after university students, but as far the crimes had only been commit in the other side of the city. The fact was that she didn't know that two of them had been her friends.

Tired of waiting sitting the girls stood and began to walk again. She tightened the grip over her coat as a cold shill came down her spine. Definitely this was the worst idea I had. She thought. There was a strange feeling assaulting her. The feeling of being watched and she didn't like it one bit. She looked around but she didn't saw anyone.

Suddenly she heard footsteps. She looked over to her watch to see how much time was left before the metro arrived. A cold breeze travelled her body making her feel uncomfortable. Then more footsteps. "Is anyone there?" she asked, her voice trembling in fear. The next thing she knew she felt someone behind her. "You." She exclaimed seeing the figure features.

"Yes, me." The figure replied. It was a woman about the same age as the metro girl. Her short black hair and her dark eyes contrasting with her white pale skin made her look like a ghost. She reached for a cloth in her coat and put it over the other girl's mouth, but the girls shook the cloth and ran. Unfortunately she ran to wrong side, and she soon understood it as she saw the metro trails. The black haired girl approached her with a cold pure sick smirk and pushed her against the nearest wall pressing the cloth to her respiratory channels. Seconds later the girl's eyes closed and she fell unconscious to the ground. "Finally the last. My revenge will be finish after your life is finished too." The figure said as she dragged the unconscious girl with her.

Taichi ran down the stairs, not wanting to waste time by waiting for the elevator to come, and entered his car. I'm gonna make this right. Please Sora, where ever you are, don't do anything foolish. He thought to himself. He had tried to phone her several times to her cell phone but probably she didn't want to talk with him and so she didn't pick up, so he decided to go look for her. the big problem was that he had no idea about the possible places she could be. And besides, he was at work and he should be in his office as should she. They could be fired for that, but right now, Sora mattered more than his job, besides he could just say he had gone out to interview a person about the case, even if it was a lie.

Koushiro leaned his head over the desk. His brains were about to pop out. He had been organizing the files of missing people in a new search program. He took another glance to the computer screen and smiled at his finished job. Just when he had finished turning the computer off, Jyou entered the office.

"Do you know where Detective Yagami is?" he asked in his rough authoritarian voice. Koushiro shook his head. "Shouldn't he be at the office?" Koushiro replied. "Yeah, but he isn't and I have here a mate of a potential victim of their case. Talk to her would you?" Jyou asked the young red haired boy that immediately nodded. Jyou made a young girl enter the room and Koushiro motioned her to sit down as she began to explain what had happened. As the girl talked, Koushiro fell that something wasn't right.

"Okay." He answered to the worried girl. Her mate had gone out during the night and hadn't come back, and she was beginning to be very worried because she usually didn't do things like that. And now, there was a student killer. Her hands gasped against each other nervously.

"Let me just make a phone call." Koushiro replied as he picked the phone and dialled Taichi's number. After a few beeping, Taichi's voice replied to him from the other side in a hope and worried tone. "Sora?!" he replied. Koushiro raised an eyebrow. What the hell his going on? He asked to himself.

"No, is Koushiro here." Koushiro said. Taichi sighed from the other side. "Look, I have here a girl that is reporting a missing student." Taichi listened Koushiro carefully as he decided that he simply had to drive back to the police station, because this student could be in some great danger.

After a couple of minutes he was back and at Koushiro's office. "Would you accompany me?" Taichi asked the young lady that was with Koushiro. She simply nodded as she stood up. "You too." Taichi replied to Koushiro that followed the couple. In Taichi's office, he explained the conclusions that he and Sora had reached and asked the girl to see if any of the girls in the list were her friend.

While the girl searched between the names in the list, Koushiro pulled Taichi apart so they could talk. His dark eyes were staring accusingly to Taichi. "Where's Sora?" he asked in a demanding voice. Taichi had an ashamed look all over his face and he didn't look Koushiro in the eyes.

"I…she, she ran away." He finally managed to say. "Look, it was all my fault, but I can't tell you what happened. You have to phone her and tell her to come back." Taichi pleaded Koushiro. The red haired sighed and did as his friend asked him. Meanwhile the girl in the desk called for the cops.

"This is my friend. See here…" she pointed Taichi a name in the list. "Sonja Takato." Taichi's face contracted into a worried expression. He was sure this was another victim. He quickly asked the girl where Sonja usually went and what transport means she used. He was feeling the time running out. Even if the killer hadn't killed the girl yet, she would probably being tortured. He had to find her as soon as possible.

Sora stood from her place and walked around the neighbourhood. She knew she should get back but she couldn't. She was completely lost in thoughts when she heard her cell phone ringing for the seventh time since she had gone. Not even looking at the small screen to see who it was she simply turned it off. On the other side of the line someone cursed for this.

There were fresh tears trades on her face's skin and her eyes were redder than usual and puffy from crying. She stopped in a bar and sat at the counter. The employee, an old man with deep wrinkles under his eyes and his few hair white as snow, immediately predisposed himself to serve her. "What would you want miss?" he asked in the his usual warm and well humoured voice. "a life." She replied, not really paying attention to what the man was saying or even where she was. The man smiled and laughed at the statement.

"Don't we all." He replied. Only then Sora raised her head to look at the old man. He had beautiful blue eyes that even the age hadn't been able to take from him. They shone with joy and happiness. "Oh, sorry. I was… out in thoughts." She replied embarrassed to the elder. He smiled sympathetically. "Problems, right?" he sighed as he took a seat in front of her. The bar was empty like many of the bars in the first hours of the morning. Sora nodded. She normally would have sent the man for a ride, but right now she wasn't herself.

"You know, when I was young, life didn't smile to me many times." He started. "But eventually it got better. That might be many rocks on our tracks but we just have to learn how to step over them and continue our way. The past is the past and the future is uncertain. What it counts is the present. Now, are you sure, you're present worth that you're here so depressed?"

The brown haired girl took her time to chew the old man's words, but they finally hit her. It's true. My past might have been a shit, but my present isn't. I've got friends that adore me and someone who really cares. The future doesn't matter. We must live for the present. As her thoughts deepened themselves in her mind, she raised her head from her hands and smiled to the old man. He took that as a thanks request and took off to his duties again. Just then, her sell phone rang once more.

"Taichi, I'm sorry. I overreacted and…" she stopped as a voice that she knew wasn't Taichi replied her from the other side. "Sora, it's Koushiro. Something happened. A girl is missing and she's on your list, so you better get back here okay?" he spilled the happenings in half minute without even caring if she was listening and hung the phone. Sora immediately rushed out the bar towards the police station.

"Koushiro give me a map of the metropolitan area B3." Taichi's ordered to the red haired. Koushiro picked a map and put it over the desk. Taichi quickly took a glance of it. "I need information about abandoned warehouses and buildings. She has always stroke in those." He said as he scratched things over the map. "Call al unites in the area and around and tell them to search for two girls. The victim is blond around nineteen and is wearing a long purple gabardine. The suspect is about twenty, female, dark eyes and hair. Considered dangerous and possibly armed."

Koushiro immediately transferred the information to a notebook that he hurried to carry to the control centre. Meanwhile, Taichi was on the phone. "Hello. Detective Yagami from murders' department. I want an arrest request for Suzume Tashibari. I don't care that the judge is in a trial now, I need it now. Do it." He shouted to a woman that was on the other side of the line.

In an abandoned warehouse near the subway, Sonja opened her eyes. Her head hurt like hell, but as she tried to reach it, she felt her hands tied and then her feet. Only then she felt that her back hurt her as her wrist. As she looked around she saw that she was suspended in the air for her hands. A loud scream was heard, as she cried for help in full lungs.