The crew, Dr. Yamashita, the dean, the Kyoto Pschology Center boss, and the principal all confront Dr. Miyazaki with Rieko's murder.
Chapter Twenty-Five: Cold Summer:
The next morning brought serious work. The trap was set into motion. The crew even reluctantly let Lucy and Stella help. Anna went back to Kyoto Psychology Center to draw the bait. She walked up to the front desk. The color just drained from Miyuki’s face. Anna’s smirk could make Satan himself wet his pants.
“Hello,” Anna said. Miyuki tried to hide under her mask.
“Can I help you?” she asked. Anna smiled and shook her head.
“Drop the act,” she said. “We both know your involvement with this mess.” The receptionist went quiet. Her eyes lowered down to her hands.
“Anyway,” Anna said. “I came to see you.” Miyuki blinked at her.
“Me?” she asked.
“Yes,” Anna said, nodding. “We need you to come with us.”
“You’re not in a position to ask any questions.” Miyuki swallowed hard.
“What do you want me to do?” she asked.
“Come to KU and make a little call to Dr. Miyazaki,” Anna told her. Miyuki looked bewildered.
“What?!?” she cried. Anna only gave her the look of Satan. The receptionist lowered her head.
“Alright…” she mumbled.
“Make the call,” Anna said.
Anna’s eye seemed to glow with fire that matched her wicked smile. Miyuki sighed.
“Fine, fine.” She pulled out her cell phone and dialed the number. Anna waited as she did so. Miyuki watched nervously. The other line ringing didn’t help much either. Her heart pounded with each ring.
“Hello?” a man’s voice asked.
“Hiroshi?” she asked.
“What is it, you useless bitch?!?” the doctor hissed. The receptionist pressed her lips together. She glanced up at her captor. Anna pushed her to keep talking.
“Hurry it up! I don’t have all day!” Dr. Miyazaki snapped. Miyuki swallowed hard.
“Baby, we have to talk,” she said.
“Can’t this wait?” he asked.
Miyuki looked up at Anna. “I don’t know what to say!” her eyes pleaded.
“Make something up!” the other woman mouthed with no sympathy. The receptionist’s hands trembled.
“It’s really important! Just meet me at the university!”
“Whatever.” He hung up on her. Miyuki looked up at Anna.
“What’s happens to me now?” she whimpered.
“Get a stand-in and come on,” the other woman said. Miyuki swallowed hard and nodded.
Dr. Miyazaki came from the nearby café to Kyoto University. He scowled over his steaming coffee. He’d rather be back at breakfast with his new younger potential girlfriend. But, no! That foolish Miyuki had to call him away. She said she wanted to “talk.” What did she want now? Dr. Miyazaki snorted.
“/After this, I giving her over to the kitsune!/” he thought. He found the receptionist standing out front, waiting for him.
“Hiroshi!” she gasped. “You’re here!” The man sneered at her.
“What do you want?!?” he snapped. “What was so important that you had to call me from breakfast?!?”
“We have to talk,” Miyuki said.
She quickly looked around. Then, the receptionist leaned in close. “Not here.”
The doctor blinked at her. “Where?”
“Follow me.” They headed into the school. She led him all the way to a small classroom. Dr. Miyazaki looked around now confused.
“Uh… why are we here?” he asked. Miyuki didn’t answer as she lowered her head. She flipped on the light. Dr. Miyazaki’s eyes shut open wide. Dr. Yamashita, the dean, his boss, principal Tsuzuki, Hisoka, Watari, Lucy, Stella, and Anna stood on the other side of the classroom. The man looked around, bewildered.
“W-What’s all this?” he asked. The dean stepped forward.
“Dr. Miyazaki,” he said. “Take a seat.” The doctor did so, eyes shifting.
“Okay,” he said. “What is this about?” Tsuzuki stepped forward.
“We know you sent Rieko-chan to her death,” he said. Hiroshi blinked for a moment. He gave off a small chuckle. The man shook his head.
“I have no idea what you are talking about,” he lied. “I thought Yamashita here was working for the clan.” This time, they didn’t buy it. Miyuki pressed her lips together.
“I told them everything,” she murmured. Miyazaki’s charming mask began to crack.
“What?” he asked. Miyuki lowered her head.
“They made me talk,” she whimpered. “I’m so sorry.” Dr. Miyazaki’s true ugly rage finally surfaced in public for the first time.
“Not as sorry as you’re going to be, bitch!!!” he snapped. The man lounged forward to throttle her. Stella managed to jump in the way just in time.
“Sit down, jackass!” she barked. It took a while, but Miyazaki finally calmed and sat down. He sneered at the jury.
“Yeah,” he admitted at last. “So what?”
“Why?” Dr. Yamashita asked.
“Why did you kill her?”
“She was pregnant!” Miyazaki trembled with madness. “It wasn’t supposed to go that far. But that silly girl couldn’t take a hint! I admit that that sex with her was great, but she became too clingy. Then when you told me she was pregnant, I panicked. If word got out about her and me, I would be screwed. My career, reputation— gone! I had to get rid of my mistake. Then, Kimoto-san told me that her son was working here and… and…”
“You saw that as a way out?”
“YES!!! I just couldn’t lose everything that I had worked so hard for because of some unstable girl!” Silence in the room. Miyazaki lowered his head. Anna shook her head.
“It wasn’t your baby,” she said. The shriek looked up.
“What?” he asked. Anna shook her head again.
“B-But…” he started again. “Makoto you said…” Dr. Yamashita nodded.
“Yes,” he admitted. “That was to scare you into breaking it off with her. I didn’t say it was yours.” Anna pulled out Rieko’s diary and opened it.
“Pink plus sign. I didn’t want this. Things were going good in my life and then I get pregnant. A price for sleeping with Masayuki-kun ten nights ago. The worst part is my boyfriend doesn’t know.” Anna read aloud. Dr. Miyazaki sat there pale and silent. It all crashed before him: he killed an innocent mother and child. His boss stepped forward.
“Miyazaki Hiroshi,” he announced. “You are dismissed from counseling at Kyoto University and the Kyoto Psychology Center for inappropriate conduct with a student and soliciting murder. In effect immediately!” The disgraced doctor sat there, silent and pale.
All over a misunderstanding.