★ “… And
yet there has been another mysterious death in the city of Tokyo. The attack in
question happened in the Minato Prefecture. Found last night, the unharmed body
of a female in her late 20’s was beside a garbage disposal unit near a local
grocer. This being said, this is the sixth death this month alone. Police are
still searching for any suspects in these crimes. Detectives say it is done by
one individual due to the links of methods used in each murder. Police are
saying that younger individuals should be home before nightfall, and no one
should walk alone for this is a dangerous individual. If there is anyone with
any information we please ask if you call the number on the bottom of your
screen. Police would like this person behind bars before any other attacks
happen in the city.
Next, a young puppy discovered alive under the tracks of the
Shinkansen, after this break…” ★
“Uwaa! Kowa!” Watching the morning news, dressed in his
checkered, black and white pajama set, the young, feminine boy sat curled up on
the couch. He normally watched cooking shows, looking for new recipes to try
for his friends to taste. Last night before bed, his roommate must have left
the channel on the local news before heading to bed. The feminine faced boy
turned on the television, only to hear about the deaths in the city.
Rubbing his arms, getting rid of the chills the news gave
him, he turned the television on mute for only a minute.
“Ryota! Have you heard on the news?” He looked over his
shoulder, shouting throughout the house. He waited for a response; there was no
response from his roommate. Taking a deep breath, readying himself to shout
louder, he stopped in seeing his roommate coming.
He came sleepily from around the corner, his bedhead
reaching for the ceiling. He slapped his cheek, rubbing his face vigorously.
Opening his mouth wide, he let out a tremendous yawn.
“Do you ever sleep Daichi?” He knew sometimes he slept too
long, but Ryota tried to get at least six hours of sleep a night. He heavily
brought his feet to the back of the couch, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“What about? The murders?” He set his butt down on the back of the couch,
pivoting himself around sliding down on the cushion of the couch, sitting next
to Daichi.
“Yeah they were talking about it last night too.” Even
sitting, Ryota was noticeable taller than Daichi. “Why did they find another
victim?” It was in Ryota’s nature to care, his concern not only came from the
sympathy for these people’s families, but for his own safety, as well as his friends
and family.
Daichi shifted himself, pulling himself into the fetal
position in the corner of the couch. He carried a small pout on his smooth,
round lips. He was waiting to explain the story to Ryota.
“Yeah. I'm worried for my kaa-chan.” Though it was not what
was explained in the broadcast that he had seen, all victims were young and
youthful. He was worried that the victims’ range would not move towards women
like his mother. “Do you think she’s safe?” His own bedhead had fallen,
temporarily covering his sweet, chocolate eyes.
Ryota looked to his similar friend with a sweet smile on his
lips. Reaching across the couch, he patted Daichi on the shoulder.
“Your kaa-chan will be fine. My kaa-chan will be fine.” For
a split second, Daichi had given him a fright; he had gotten him worried as
well. His mother was his life, he loved her with his life, and even the thought
of her in danger, scared him. “There seems to be a specific pattern in the all
the victims.” Though his mother was perfect safe, he himself was not. Him and
his friends had just graduated school before they came to this city, and they
were all the right ages for these attacks.
Daichi was not informed about this topic, but knowing his
mother was safe, he felt at ease. He didn't ask any more questions of Ryota, he
only turned the television’s sound back on in hopes more news about it would
come back on.
Him and Ryota had lived together for only a few months,
without their mothers around, it was still very difficult to become accustomed
to. Daichi and Ryota met in elementary school, having more in common then the
sideline bench of the sports field. Both Daichi and Ryota had an undying love
for their single, mother parents. They had both been an only child and had been
smothered by loving mothers from an early age where there was still no room for
conscious memories. Their mothers loved them whole-heartedly as their children
loved them.
Today there was nothing to do after a meeting with their new
friends. Though he was very confident, Daichi was still very nervous about it.
They had a meeting the week before, but the mature, pure hearted Mikiya was
very understanding and passionate about this business that Daichi and his
friends were being accepted into, everything had to go just right for him.
Ryota was nervous as well, yet after giving his mother a call, and they had
talked about the meeting, he felt only a little more confident then before. She
had given her son some encouraging words before him and Daichi had left off to
the building as to where Mikiya had asked them to meet.
The meeting was very important, it was the deciding meeting
as to whether Daichi and his friend Ryota would be accepted into a business
that was do-or-die; the entertainment industry. The deal of the business was everyone;
ten friends in total would but their heart and soul into the project.
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