concerned?
It wasnât really any of their business. Thus revising her opinion, Hazuki stepped out under the rain and into the unsettling city. That was when it happened.
Ayumi had turned away from Yabeâs face. Probably on purpose, so she didnât have to look at her.
No matter the situation, of course she didnât like being looked at. Hazuki did not look at her either, so she wasnât sure why she thought it. But for some reason she did. It seemed Ayumi had the same thought occur to her, and they both stopped moving.
Wait . The sound just came through the shushing of the rainfall.
Ayumi wasnât sure whether sheâd stopped or heard the call first.
As she turned on her heel the pink-lensed Yuko Yabe was approaching them.
âWait,â Yuko repeated.
She was talking to Ayumi, because Hazuki had already stopped and turned around.
âIs everything okay?â Yuko asked. Ayumi didnât turn around. âHey,â
Yuko probed, and Ayumi said, âIâm fine.â Hazuki didnât know what was going on.
Yuko tentatively stared at Ayumiâs back, which showed no sign of turning about, and eventually put Hazuki back in her field of vision.
âDid somethingâ¦happen?â
She asked as if her thoughts were deep somewhere.
Hazuki probed further instead of answering. âWhat do you mean, did something happen?â
âWell youâreâ¦acting strange.â
âYou donât know then?â
She apparently didnât know about the murder that had taken place in the area.
News had gotten out about an hour ago.
Hazuki had confirmed it on their way here. If Yuko had been at home she should have known. This kind of emergency data would be displayed on any active monitor, no matter your profession.
When Hazuki asked if she really didnât know, Yuko said it was because her monitor was broken.
âBroken?â
Was there some kind of trouble? Even so, she should have been at home. Was she saying the main terminal was broken too?
âMurder. In this area.â
âMurder?â
Yuko raised her eyebrows.
âRandom killing under the North-South Line bridge.â
âSo.â
âSo?â
âSo that person, after that thingâ¦â
âThis time it was a boy,â Ayumi said and turned her body.
âHere.â
Ayumi showed her own monitor to Yuko.
Portable monitors have small displays, which made it hard for Hazuki to see, but she was sure Ayumi was showing information on the victim.
âRyu Kawabata. Age sixteen. Son of an average insurance and hygiene clerk.â
Ayumi brought the monitor closer to Yuko after speaking. The pink contact lenses reflected the screen.
âThis is the victim.â
Yuko stared at the monitor until the mist on her temple collected enough moisture to trickle down. Then, tensing her forehead, she glanced at Hazuki.
âWhat are you doing with this?â
Thatâs what Iâd like to know , Hazuki thought.
Butâ¦
She couldnât help but think Ayumi and Yuko were sharing some kind of information, just from having listened to the way Yuko spoke earlier.
He wasnât dead. Ayumi must have known why Yuko was absent from class today.
Stillâ¦
If that were the case, the way Ayumi saw Yuko looking at and then ignoring her, and then acting like she couldnât get away from her fast enough, was all unsettling.
As if Yuko noticed Hazuki was unusually deep in thought. What. What was it?
âThat canât be.â
âDonât worry, we didnât come here to check on you,â Ayumi said.
âWeâre looking for Mio Tsuzukiâs house.â
âWhy?â
âBecause itâs raining.â
The raindrops grew heavier, lengthening. They fell harder.
âHer house is over there, by where the car is parked.â
âCar?â
âYeah, one of those gas-consuming things that moved people around a long time ago.â
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