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Chapter Six: Friends of the Deceased:

August 2000. Becky dragged Anna all the way down the hall after their Japanese literature class. The Japanese-American tried to keep up.

“Becky!” she cried. “Slow down, you’re hurting me!” The other girl didn’t listen. Becky kept dragging her by the arm and running. She was on a mission. They made it to room 207A. A group of freshmen and sophomores looked up from what they were doing. Anna looked at them feeling out of place. It was senior year of high school all over again. Becky stepped forward.

“Everyone!” she chirped. “We have a new member to our photography club!” She pushed Anna forward.

“Say hi to Anna Kimoto!” the leader cheered.

“Hi Anna!” the other members said. The new member gave a little wave.

“Hi,” she said softly. Becky turned to her smiling.

“Anna, this is Gillian Gilbert, Angie Waters, Lisa Meriwether, Edith Carpenter, Willow Mayer, Amy McCarthy, Clare Ainsworth, and Henry Reed,” she introduced. The leader paused for a breath. She clapped her hands together.

“Great!” Becky cheered. “Now that you’re all here, let’s get started!” Anna sat down next to Henry.

“Lovely!” Becky cheered. Then, she started up the photography club’s first meeting of the semester. Anna tried her best to keep up. Suddenly, she felt someone tap her on the shoulder. She quietly turned around. Henry sat behind her smiling.

“Hey,” he whispered. The Japanese-American girl looked at him oddly.

“Hey,” she whispered back. The boy peered at her through his fine gray-framed glasses.

“Don’t mind Becky,” he whispered. “She may be pushy and hyped up at times, but she means well.” Anna raised an eyebrow at him.

“Really now?” she asked softly. Henry nodded.

“Her pushiness is just her way of saying that she cares about the people she loves,” he explained.”You will learn.” Anna looked on at Henry. She believed him. For the first time since summer, the freshman felt something playfully warm in her heart for him. It wasn’t as strong as when Tsuzuki stayed with her that night, but it was sure damn close.

May 2009. Right then, a question wandered into Tsuzuki’s mind.

“Hey Anna,” he said. The woman eyed him.

“Hm?” she asked.

“How did you find out about the Hell Stone?” the Shinigami questioned. Anna perked up at that question.

“Here, let me show you,” she said. The woman walked over to her resting laptop. Tsuzuki followed behind. Anna moved the mouse to return to her desktop. The screensaver vanished and the password screen took its place. She scanned her fingerprint and desktop returned.

“Somebody brought my backpack here either last night or this morning,” Anna explained while doing so. “A note came with it saying, ‘You left this,’ no name of course. Does anyone else know that I’m alive again?”

“Just the guys back at Ju-Oh-Cho,” Tsuzuki answered. He didn’t tell her about Kato. That man seemed to be plotting something for them both. What, he could not be certain.

“That note led me to think my backpack could be a trap,” Anna went on. “I checked the bad and everything in it. All of my things were fine. Then, I checked my laptop and flash drive and got this message.” She clicked on the Word Document and pulled it up. Tsuzuki read it to himself. He looked at Anna.

“And you don’t know who wrote this?” he asked. The woman shook her head. The Shinigami thought about that for a moment. He had a guess as to who wrote both notes and got her backpack. The man didn’t say anything though. He didn’t have any proof and didn’t know how close she was to him. So, Tsuzuki decided not to say anything until he had more evidence. Suddenly, something caught his eye.

“Hey, you have a new message,” the Shinigami said.

“Huh?” Anna said as she looked up. The Yahoo mail icon on her taskbar flashed like crazy. She clicked on it. Yahoo mail popped up right away. She had one message in her spam folder. The woman clicked on it. She and Tsuzuki read the address and the title. “Warning!!!” was the title.

"Who is 47blackhand@yahoo.com?" the Shinigami asked. Anna shrugged and shook her head. She clicked on the message. Both read on quietly. The e-mail said:

Kimoto-san:

Your friends from California are here in Japan. They are looking for you. They think you were murdered. Your aunts are coming tomorrow as well.

No name of course. Anna and Tsuzuki looked at each other worried.

“My friends and aunts are here?” she asked. Tsuzuki stared at the e-mail sharing the same thoughts.

“Think it’s a trap?” he asked.

“I’m going to e-mail them and see,” the woman replied. She clicked on reply. A blank message popped up. Anna started typing.

“Who are you? Are you sure my friends are here in Japan? And how did you get my address? Are you the one who got my backpack and sent the first note?” she said as she typed. Tsuzuki proofread before Anna clicked send. The message sent nicely. However, it bounced right back.

“Huh?!?” Anna asked stressed. “It bounced back because the address doesn’t exist!”

“A temporary address?” he asked.

“Seems that way,” the woman answered. The paused for a moment.

“What do you want to do?” Tsuzuki asked. Anna turned around to him.

“We’ll got no choice but to see, I guess,” she said with a shrug. The Shinigami eyed her.

“It could be a trap,” he pointed out.

“What choice do we have?” she asked. “Becky won’t let up until she has answers.”

“Becky?” Tsuzuki asked.

“One of the friends in question,” Anna answered. “She is like the alpha female in this photography club we were in during college. She was the president, in fact.”

“Photo club, huh?” Tsuzuki asked impressed.

“I’ll talk about that later,” she quickly brushed over. “Right now, we need to deal with my friends.” The Shinigami nodded.

“Right,” he said. “I’ll call Hisoka and have him meet us near the police station.” Anna looked at him oddly there.

“Police station? Why there?” she was about to ask. However, the woman answered her own question in her head. “Oh, I see! Because they are looking for me!” she said after it hit her. Tsuzuki nodded.

“That’s right,” he said. “We probably should get going. But first, we should get something to eat!” Anna’s face went blank.

“What? Why?” she asked on the last part of his comment. Sweat drop on Tsuzuki’s head as he shakes it

“Never mind!” he said quickly. “Let’s just go!” Anna nodded once.

“Right,” she replied. The woman turned back to her laptop and closed everything down. Once she shut down her laptop, Tsuzuki held onto Anna and teleported out to Tokyo Police Station.

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