Another murder takes place and everyone talks about it the next day.
Chapter Eight: Last Night’s Rumors:
They found another body last night.
The next morning brought more gossip and rumors to Nagasaki Nihon University High. Last night, another murder took place. The victim was a popular senior. His name was Ono Ichigo. The jock type, mind you. Quite a ladies’ man. All of the girls had crushes on him. He constantly was on many dates. Perhaps one of them was his last?
Tsuzuki was walking to his class when he spotted two junior girls talking about last night. Curious, he approached them in the hall.
“Excuse me,” he spoke up. The girls went quiet as they noticed him. Tsuzuki stopped in front of them.
“What’s going on here?” he asked. The girls didn’t want to talk at first. Their faces looked rather sheepish. One girl shuffled her feet.
“There was another murder last night,” she said.
“Another murder?” Tsuzuki asked.
“Yeah,” the second girl said.
“What happened?” the “teacher” asked. The students took a moment before speaking. They looked around for a long moment.
“Not here,” the first girl whispered. The three went into an empty classroom. They sat at the desks. The girls still didn’t speak at first.
“Okay,” Tsuzuki said. “What is this about?”
“Last night, Ichigo went out on a date,” the first girl said. “When he didn’t come home this morning, his mom called the cops.”
“They followed his body floating in the pond outside the city,” the other girl said. She went pale at her words.
“What happened?” Tsuzuki asked. The girls swallowed hard.
“His body was ripped to shreds,” the first one said. “His stomach was ripped out. Neck snapped in two. Spine broken. And his penis…” They broke down trembling. Tsuzuki eyed them.
“That bad?” he asked. They didn’t speak. Tsuzuki thought about this for a moment.
“And this isn’t the first time this happened?” he asked.
“No,” the girls said.
“When?” he asked.
“Over the summer,” the first girl said. “The boys go to this student bar called Kiko’s and turn up dead.”
“I see,” Tsuzuki replied. “We’re they all on dates?”
“Most of them,” the second girl said. “Two of them went alone and were picked up.”
“Picked up by who?” the Shinigami asked.
“Asahi-senpai,” the both said in a whisper.
Naomi sat in her homeroom. They were talking again. The girl felt her hands trembling.
Calm down!/, she thought. /They don’t know the details. Just don’t say a word. Then, the wave came back again. Naomi held onto her stomach.
/I think I’m going to be sick!/, she thought. Suddenly, someone touched her on the shoulder. Naomi leapt around startled.
“What?!?” she cried out. A boy with glasses eyed her. He gave her a concerned look.
“It’s only me,” he said. Naomi stared on in silence.
“Oh,” she said. “It’s you, Jun.” The boy smiled at her.
“Of course it is,” he said. “Who else would it be?” Naomi said nothing. Jun sat down next to her.
“What’s the matter?” he asked. Naomi shook her head. Naomi shook her head.
“Oh come on,” he said. “Smile. It looks better on you.” His old friend forced herself to do so.
“There you go!” Jun said. Nomi felt a little better now. Jun propped his elbows on the desk.
“Rough last night, huh?” he asked. Naomi froze up.
“Yes…” she said slowly.
“How many guys is that now?”
“Damn. Nine bodies over the summer and the start of the school year. That’s so wrong.”
Naomi felt sick all over again. “Can we not talk about this?”
“Hm? Are you okay?”
“No!” Naomi got up and ran to the bathroom.
“Naomi-chan?” he asked. She didn’t hear him after the door closed behind her.
Naomi buried her head deep into the toilet. She felt all of her impurities leave her body in once flush. When she was finished, Naomi sat back, panting. The attacks were getting more frequent. Her hunger was getting worse. Naomi tightly shut her eyes. /This can’t go on/, she thought. But what could she do? Naomi had no real power. It was the one with the strings in its bloody hands. Naomi shook her head.
No!/, she screamed in her mind. /This can’t keep on! I have to end this madness! A knock on the stall door interrupted her thoughts.
“What?” she croaked.
“Are you done in there?” a voice asked outside. Naomi wiped away the remaining vomit from her mouth and flushed the toilet.
“Yeah,” she said. “Hang on.” The senior rose to her feet and opened the stall door. A junior girl gave her a puzzled look.
“Are you okay, senpai?” she asked. Naomi nodded.
“Yeah,” she lied. “I’m am now.” The junior watched as Naomi walked to class. The senior kept her eyes low the whole time.