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Fanfic: ~ * ~ Katz` und Maus Spielchen ~ * ~
Chapter: II. We are here now
II. We are here now
It was a quarter past five and I hadn't studied anything for school. I thought I would let it be, my thoughts all flew in different directions, but no thought was directed towards learning. Every minute that passed, I thought more and more how I could solve the case without my father standing by my side, or what kind of case it could be or even whether there was a case to be solved, because it was about an uncertainty that could not have anything to do with it ...
That promised to be exciting. Even if it had been a false alarm, I wouldn't get upset, NO - I would be really happy that I could check the whole thing myself, without any help from the police or even the inspector.
Oh ... now that the inspector was mentioned, I had to remember how he always praised me when I was younger when I found a lead that led to the solution of the riddle. Commissioner Takeshi Osamu has always been my role model; I didn't even adore my father, the master detective Nobu Yoshima, as much as he did.When he smiled at me, I felt so proud ... so proud, like I've already solved a case when I haven't. I had never solved a case on my own. I was just a help to my father; but that was fun - great fun even. My mother never agreed that I should always accompany my father on his business trips. After all, I still had school, so I had far too many absenteeism and lost too much material. But I didn't mind ... I didn't like school. But when I turned 15, my mother had a serious car accident. It killed her and my father and I could never forgive each other for her death. I always thought it was my fault, my father, for his part, put the blame on himself. And somehow it was also our school, because if we hadn't gone to Hokaido to solve a tricky double homicide case, she wouldn't have been forced to go shopping as sick as she was, because of course I would have done that and she wouldn't be been run over by a car.I was so sorry for that, I couldn't forgive myself until today. In the meantime I've turned 16, and as the saying goes: "Time heals wounds", and yes, only time could heal my father and my spiritual wounds. But it wasn't that far, because whenever I saw a child with its mother, I had to think of my mother; and whenever I saw a child who angered his mother or disobeyed her, I would go to him and ask him to listen to his mother, for hurtful memories lingered in my head and they hurt so much that I could not hold back my tears could.
Time passed and I was still deep in thought. It was now five thirty. I waited for the call from the mysterious woman. Before leaving, she said she would call me the same day to tell me more. Funny thing ... Why had she said so little to me when she was still here? I couldn't explain it to myself. It rang.I quickly ran to the phone and picked it up. “Minako Yoshima on the line. Who am I speaking to?” My voice had a restless and excited sound. "Hello Miss Yoshima" That was the voice of the woman who visited me earlier. “Hello.” I was wondering if she would tell me more this time. I hoped so dearly. "I would like to ask you to appear in the Shibuya district. I am waiting for you in the park, where we can continue talking undisturbed." "I will be there." Should I start running right away? It wasn't far from my neighborhood. After a moment of hesitation I ran over there. It wasn't difficult to discover her, the park was half empty and strangely enough she was dressed all in black. She probably saw me right away and waved to me as if she were inviting me to her place. Of course I ran to her and asked boldly what I had to do. "I don't know. Just check whether my brother is in danger or not.I'm not the detective or I wouldn't have asked for your help. “I didn't know what to answer. What would my father have answered?” I would have to check your brother's apartment. Does he even live in one, or in a house? Does he live there alone or with family? "" My brother lives alone in a rented apartment not far from here. But he's not in town as far as I know. "" Do you have the key? So how do you come to the conclusion that he could be in danger when he's not even in town? "I was more curious than ever to hear an answer from the woman. She then looked at me again with a sad look. Her sad eyes seemed to pierce through me, I felt sorry for her again." So? "" I just know. "The answer worried me a little and it made me sink back into my thoughts for a brief moment." Let's go to your brother's apartment! "She nodded to me and got up. On the way to the man's apartment, I thought about the woman's bold answer.“What is your name actually?” I asked that as if in the blue, somehow it wasn't my brain that seemed to have controlled this question, but my instinct. Be that as it may, I received no answer for a long time. After a while she began to stutter a little to herself, which I didn't quite notice. "I beg your pardon?" She repeated. “My name is Marron Nagasaki.” I had to smile for a moment because I had a friend called “Marron” who had unfortunately moved away. “You have a nice name.” “Thank you very much, Miss Yoshima.” Somehow I couldn't say anything else but to ask her if we were already there. But she gave me no answer but went on, and I had no choice but to follow her. After another 5 minutes of march, she stopped in front of a tall apartment block. "We're here now."
*****
yeah ... I don't know a better title ~, ~ "
It was a quarter past five and I hadn't studied anything for school. I thought I would let it be, my thoughts all flew in different directions, but no thought was directed towards learning. Every minute that passed, I thought more and more how I could solve the case without my father standing by my side, or what kind of case it could be or even whether there was a case to be solved, because it was about an uncertainty that could not have anything to do with it ...
That promised to be exciting. Even if it had been a false alarm, I wouldn't get upset, NO - I would be really happy that I could check the whole thing myself, without any help from the police or even the inspector.
Oh ... now that the inspector was mentioned, I had to remember how he always praised me when I was younger when I found a lead that led to the solution of the riddle. Commissioner Takeshi Osamu has always been my role model; I didn't even adore my father, the master detective Nobu Yoshima, as much as he did.When he smiled at me, I felt so proud ... so proud, like I've already solved a case when I haven't. I had never solved a case on my own. I was just a help to my father; but that was fun - great fun even. My mother never agreed that I should always accompany my father on his business trips. After all, I still had school, so I had far too many absenteeism and lost too much material. But I didn't mind ... I didn't like school. But when I turned 15, my mother had a serious car accident. It killed her and my father and I could never forgive each other for her death. I always thought it was my fault, my father, for his part, put the blame on himself. And somehow it was also our school, because if we hadn't gone to Hokaido to solve a tricky double homicide case, she wouldn't have been forced to go shopping as sick as she was, because of course I would have done that and she wouldn't be been run over by a car.I was so sorry for that, I couldn't forgive myself until today. In the meantime I've turned 16, and as the saying goes: "Time heals wounds", and yes, only time could heal my father and my spiritual wounds. But it wasn't that far, because whenever I saw a child with its mother, I had to think of my mother; and whenever I saw a child who angered his mother or disobeyed her, I would go to him and ask him to listen to his mother, for hurtful memories lingered in my head and they hurt so much that I could not hold back my tears could.
Time passed and I was still deep in thought. It was now five thirty. I waited for the call from the mysterious woman. Before leaving, she said she would call me the same day to tell me more. Funny thing ... Why had she said so little to me when she was still here? I couldn't explain it to myself. It rang.I quickly ran to the phone and picked it up. “Minako Yoshima on the line. Who am I speaking to?” My voice had a restless and excited sound. "Hello Miss Yoshima" That was the voice of the woman who visited me earlier. “Hello.” I was wondering if she would tell me more this time. I hoped so dearly. "I would like to ask you to appear in the Shibuya district. I am waiting for you in the park, where we can continue talking undisturbed." "I will be there." Should I start running right away? It wasn't far from my neighborhood. After a moment of hesitation I ran over there. It wasn't difficult to discover her, the park was half empty and strangely enough she was dressed all in black. She probably saw me right away and waved to me as if she were inviting me to her place. Of course I ran to her and asked boldly what I had to do. "I don't know. Just check whether my brother is in danger or not.I'm not the detective or I wouldn't have asked for your help. “I didn't know what to answer. What would my father have answered?” I would have to check your brother's apartment. Does he even live in one, or in a house? Does he live there alone or with family? "" My brother lives alone in a rented apartment not far from here. But he's not in town as far as I know. "" Do you have the key? So how do you come to the conclusion that he could be in danger when he's not even in town? "I was more curious than ever to hear an answer from the woman. She then looked at me again with a sad look. Her sad eyes seemed to pierce through me, I felt sorry for her again." So? "" I just know. "The answer worried me a little and it made me sink back into my thoughts for a brief moment." Let's go to your brother's apartment! "She nodded to me and got up. On the way to the man's apartment, I thought about the woman's bold answer.“What is your name actually?” I asked that as if in the blue, somehow it wasn't my brain that seemed to have controlled this question, but my instinct. Be that as it may, I received no answer for a long time. After a while she began to stutter a little to herself, which I didn't quite notice. "I beg your pardon?" She repeated. “My name is Marron Nagasaki.” I had to smile for a moment because I had a friend called “Marron” who had unfortunately moved away. “You have a nice name.” “Thank you very much, Miss Yoshima.” Somehow I couldn't say anything else but to ask her if we were already there. But she gave me no answer but went on, and I had no choice but to follow her. After another 5 minutes of march, she stopped in front of a tall apartment block. "We're here now."
*****
yeah ... I don't know a better title ~, ~ "