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purplekitteHonestly, this is one of my favorite chapter. I just like the idea for it, even if I didn't go as Detective Conan-y as originally planned. Other chapters
Title: Heart-warming Childhood Tales, Chapter Five
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purplekitte
Theme: Motoki--Crash
Genre: Drama
Version: PGSM
Rating: PG-13
“Damn it, Motoki’s late.” Kanako kicked a wall.
Not to be outdone by her unladylike speech, Mamoru said, “Shit, it’s still early.”
“Maybe he went without us already.”
“No way.” To combat her impatience he added, “Maybe his Mom knows if he’d sick or something.”
“Okay.”
They found a police car in front of the house and Motoki’s tear-stain-faced mother’s expression fell as she opened the door.
“Motoki… never… came home… last night,” she told them between sobs.
Mamoru and Kanako looked at each other. Yeah, maybe the phone had wrung last night and their parents had said “No, he’s not here.”
“So where could he be?”
“Maybe he was kidnapped.”
“Abducted, more like. By aliens.”
“Maybe he was out by the turtle pond and got lost,” Mamoru suggested. They were behind the school and would still be early if they went in now, but he had no intention of doing anything but skipping until Motoki was found.
She snorted at the idea anyone could get lost in the scant bit of wilderness of the park behind the school, but followed him down the little creek.
“Did you hear that?”
“What?”
“There it is again.”
There it was again as they stood perfectly still listening. A dull, blunt crash quieter than the crunch of leaves under their feet and only slightly louder than their breathing.
“Maybe it’s an animal,” but they crept toward it all the same. The faint sound was coming from the sports shed that no one was sure if it belonged to the school of the park. It was packed tight with equipment and famous for setting off avalanches if we tried to get a ball from the wrong place.
“It’s never been locked.” The dull, rusty padlock that had always been on the ground nearby was now bolted on the door.
“I don’t know who has the key.”
“Leave it to me.” Kanako set her jaw and kicked till the whole building leaned and the wood around the lock splintered. Property damage was not that difficult when you purposefully set out to do it.
In a tiny space, barely large enough for his curled-up form, was Motoki. “Ma… moru. Kanako,” he said hoarsely. “I thought I heard you, but I thought I dreamt it.”
Mamoru’s eyes said they’d find out who did this and hurt them, as he helped his friend crawl out. Kanako’s eyes were wistful rather than violent for once and said, He’s going to be claustrophobia forever, isn’t he?
Title: Heart-warming Childhood Tales, Chapter Five
Author:
purplekitteTheme: Motoki--Crash
Genre: Drama
Version: PGSM
Rating: PG-13
“Damn it, Motoki’s late.” Kanako kicked a wall.
Not to be outdone by her unladylike speech, Mamoru said, “Shit, it’s still early.”
“Maybe he went without us already.”
“No way.” To combat her impatience he added, “Maybe his Mom knows if he’d sick or something.”
“Okay.”
They found a police car in front of the house and Motoki’s tear-stain-faced mother’s expression fell as she opened the door.
“Motoki… never… came home… last night,” she told them between sobs.
Mamoru and Kanako looked at each other. Yeah, maybe the phone had wrung last night and their parents had said “No, he’s not here.”
“So where could he be?”
“Maybe he was kidnapped.”
“Abducted, more like. By aliens.”
“Maybe he was out by the turtle pond and got lost,” Mamoru suggested. They were behind the school and would still be early if they went in now, but he had no intention of doing anything but skipping until Motoki was found.
She snorted at the idea anyone could get lost in the scant bit of wilderness of the park behind the school, but followed him down the little creek.
“Did you hear that?”
“What?”
“There it is again.”
There it was again as they stood perfectly still listening. A dull, blunt crash quieter than the crunch of leaves under their feet and only slightly louder than their breathing.
“Maybe it’s an animal,” but they crept toward it all the same. The faint sound was coming from the sports shed that no one was sure if it belonged to the school of the park. It was packed tight with equipment and famous for setting off avalanches if we tried to get a ball from the wrong place.
“It’s never been locked.” The dull, rusty padlock that had always been on the ground nearby was now bolted on the door.
“I don’t know who has the key.”
“Leave it to me.” Kanako set her jaw and kicked till the whole building leaned and the wood around the lock splintered. Property damage was not that difficult when you purposefully set out to do it.
In a tiny space, barely large enough for his curled-up form, was Motoki. “Ma… moru. Kanako,” he said hoarsely. “I thought I heard you, but I thought I dreamt it.”
Mamoru’s eyes said they’d find out who did this and hurt them, as he helped his friend crawl out. Kanako’s eyes were wistful rather than violent for once and said, He’s going to be claustrophobia forever, isn’t he?
