The doorbell of the office rang repeatedly in the morning. Hatori groaned as he got up from the sofa. He gave out a long yawn as he scratched his bed head in his stripped pajamas. The doorbell echoed in his ears making him groan. He staggered to the door and opened it asking, “Who is it?”
“Oh my God, Kurosagi transformed into a man!”
Hatori twitched and looked downward at a girl no older than twelve. She had short red hair and wore what looked a magician’s cloak.
“Or maybe master was mistaken and Kurosagi was always a man. It’s a mystery,” the girl stated. Hatori sighed and asked, “Who are you?”
“My name is Helen Newton, just call me Helen without the honorific, Kurosagi.”
Hatori yawned and said, “I’m not Kurosagi and why are you here so early in the morning?” Helen gasped and screamed, “This is supposed to be Kurosagi’s place. Are you a Yakuza that kicked her out?” Hatori groaned.
“I am not a yakuza, I am…”
Before Hatori could say anything, Hatori felt himself lift from the ground and was thrown into the room making him scream. Hatori slammed into the wall and looked at Helen who had a single finger against her head.
“Tell me what you did with Kurosagi, yakuza man.”
“I’m not a yakuza and how in the world did you do that?” screamed Hatori as he struggled to get up. Helen growled and muttered, “You’re a tough one to crack.”
“Are you even listening?” screamed Hatori losing patience. Hatori felt himself rise from the floor and screamed as he soared into another wall.
Kurosagi stepped out of her room and yawned. She saw Hatori slamming against the wall and then noticed Helen. Kurosagi approached Helen and asked, “Who are you?” Helen gasped. Hatori fell to the ground groaning in pain. Helen looked at Kurosagi and asked, “Who are you?”
Helen smiled brightly and shook Kurosagi’s hand happily.
“I finally get to meet you in person,” cheered Helen. Kurosagi smirked and stated, “I’m surprised that you are not shocked that I look like a child.” Helen giggled.
“Well I’m a kid too and I’m already talented, you know. By the way my name is Helen Newton.”
Kurosagi looked at Hatori and then asked, “So why were you abusing, Ogami-San?”
“Ogami-San, the yakuza?”
“He’s my assistant,” said Kurosagi. Helen gasped and then looked at Hatori. She bowed to him apologizing repeatedly. Hatori looked at Helen and asked, “How did you throw me in the air without touching me?”
Helen stopped bowing and chuckled.
“I happen to be a psychic in training.”
Helen nodded. Kurosagi sighed and added, “She’s one of the few psychics left in this century.” Helen nodded again and looked at Kurosagi with excited eyes.
“My master says that you are a psychic too and of a higher level. Is that true?” asked Helen, excitement in her voice. Kurosagi chuckled and said, “I’m not actually a psychic and hearing that, I bet your master is Miroku Conan.”
“Miroku Conan, is he one of your connections?” asked Hatori. Kurosagi nodded and added, “I don’t usually call him unless it is an emergency, but he is a talented psychic and can see spirits that are bound on earth.”
“That’s right and he works on supernatural cases and only calls me when he is having trouble with a spirit.”
Kurosagi nodded and looked at Helen. She patted her shoulder making Helen look at her.
“Are you here to deliver me a message about one of Miroku’s cases?” asked Kurosagi. Helen’s face grew serious as she nodded. Helen pulled out a folded piece of paper and handed it to Kurosagi.
“The details should be in there,” stated Helen. Kurosagi opened the piece of paper reading it silently to herself. Kurosagi sighed and asked, “Does this pertain to the old abandoned apartment complex on Indigo Road?” Helen nodded. Hatori gasped.
“Isn’t that a famous haunted spot? I heard about it a long time ago,” stated Hatori in surprise. Kurosagi nodded and added, “If I remember right, they were going to tear it down to build a new hotel on the spot.” Kurosagi looked at Helen seriously.
“According to what is written here, five teenagers were killed in that apartment in an unusual manner. Do you know exactly what happened?”
Helen shook her head and added, “Master only said they were killed and that he needed you.” Kurosagi sighed.
“Fine, but I am expensive,” stated Kurosagi. Helen nodded and dug in her cloak. She pulled out a dagger and tossed it to Kurosagi. Kurosagi caught it and stared at the dagger. The dagger’s handle was completely silver with swirls all around it making it look mystical. Helen pointed to it.
“That dagger is from medieval times and is worth around five million according to master.”
Kurosagi examined it and nodded. She handed it to Hatori and said, “The deal has been made, so shall we go?” Hatori placed a hand on Kurosagi’s shoulder making her look at him.
“I need to change first,” said Hatori noting that he was still in his pajamas. Kurosagi saw this and chuckled. Hatori blushed and said, “Don’t laugh. I didn’t have time to change when Helen came.” Kurosagi smirked at Hatori.
“All right, you go change, while I wash up.”
Hatori nodded and was about to go into the bathroom, when he realized that Kurosagi was heading to the bathroom too.
“You should go first,” offered Hatori. Kurosagi nodded and reached toward the door knob. Hatori smiled as he watched her enter the bathroom, until he noticed the blood on her left arm and hand.
“Wait a minute, why is there blood on you?” asked Hatori in worry. Kurosagi paused and looked back at him with a smirk. That was when he noticed that there were droplets of blood on her dress.
“I’ll tell you later,” said Kurosagi and then went into the bathroom.
Helen went to Hatori’s side and asked, “Was Kurosagi hurt?”
“I’m not sure,” said Hatori staring down at the ground. This was the first time he woke up at the same time as Kurosagi, so it was the first time he saw her morning appearance.
Kurosagi and Hatori finished cleaning up and followed Helen out of the room. Helen skipped ahead of them and then slid to a stop. She looked back at them and asked, “The place is far and master has mentioned that Kurosagi hates cars, so do you guys want to walk or risk the car.” Kurosagi sighed pulling her bike from under the stairway.
“I’ll bike there,” stated Kurosagi. Helen giggled and said, “That’s a good idea.” Helen skipped ahead and added, “But I prefer to walk.” Hatori shook his head pulling his own bike from under the stairway.
“I think I should give her a lift,” said Hatori.
“Do what you want,” said Kurosagi biking a head. Hatori biked behind her making sure to carry Helen onto his own bike. Helen giggled as Hatori drove her down the road.
“This is great. I’ll be your GPS for today.”
Hatori nodded. Helen pointed forward and said, “Turn left up ahead on Jelicle Street.” Hatori nodded pedaling faster. Kurosagi looked at them and said, “Jelicle Street is on the right, Newton-San.” Helen laughed saying she knew that. Hatori sighed turning right instead.
Kurosagi in the end ended up leading the way to the apartment complex that had a yellow strip in the front. The apartment complex although it was abandoned looked like it was in good shape. If it wasn’t for the abandoned sign up front, people would think it was still inhabitable. Kurosagi stepped off her bike and crossed under the yellow strip. Hatori and Helen followed behind. Kurosagi entered the building and saw a few policemen. Kurosagi approached them and stated, “I was called here.” The policemen looked down at her.
“Who are you?”
“Kurosagi, the great detective.”
The policemen were silent and then burst out laughing.
“No way you are Kurosagi,” said one of the policemen trying to usher her out the door. Hatori and Helen stepped in. Hatori grabbed Kurosagi, while Helen stood in front of them with crossed arms.
“Why are you leading Kurosagi out doofuses?” demanded Helen. The policemen gasped and said, “You mean she really is Kurosagi?” Helen nodded.
“That is Kurosagi all right.”
Out from a room stepped out Kurosagi’s friend, Miroku Conan, wearing glasses, jeans, and a white turtle neck shirt. Kurosagi smirked when she saw him.
“Miroku, long time no see.”
Miroku bowed to her with a smile upon his lips.
“It is good to see you too, old friend,” greeted Miroku. Hatori looked at Miroku and asked, “So you are her connection?” Miroku looked at Hatori and asked, “Who are you?”
“My name is Hatori Ogami, Kurosagi’s assistant.”
Miroku’s eyes widen.
Hatori nodded. Helen giggled and said, “I thought he was a Yakuza at first.” Miroku shook his head and looked down at Kurosagi.
“Is it wise to have him around?”
“It’ll be fine.”
Miroku sighed and nodded. He looked at the policemen and said, “Kurosagi is here now, so I would insist that you leave.”
“Why should we leave, when there was a murder here?” asked one of the policemen with spite in his voice. Kurosagi glared at the policemen and said, “He’s asking you to leave for your own good.” The policemen groaned and left the building.
Kurosagi looked at Miroku and asked, “So what is the case exactly? You only wrote down that there were five dead teenagers killed in the haunted apartment complex in an unusual way. Please tell me in more detail.” Miroku nodded adjusting his glasses.
“Five teenagers: Avril Kevins, Neko Shuichi, Linda Avon, Brock Locks, and Ana Neon; snuck into this apartment complex at around 12:00 A. M. on Friday to have a test of courage. According to the autopsy, Ana Neon was first to die followed by Brock Locks, Linda Avon, Avril Kevins, and Neko Shuichi. The way they died was from blood loss. Blood loss came from the tongue being ripped out.”
“The tongue was ripped out?” asked Hatori in shock. Miroku nodded and added, “Their mouths were sewed shut and one of their index fingers were wiped off as well. We have yet to find the tongues and the fingers.
Kurosagi crossed her arms and asked, “What makes this supernatural?” Miroku sighed.
“The Psychic Research was called because there was a message written in blood on the wall. The words made no sense at all and there was a residue on the wall not human.”
“Do you mean ectoplasm?”
Miroku nodded. Hatori looked at Kurosagi and asked, “Ectoplasm is something from a ghost right?” Kurosagi nodded and added, “Ectoplasm can only be found now when there is an unsettled spirit.”
Miroku nodded. He took out a picture from his pocket and handed it to Kurosagi.
“This is the photo of the wall.”
Kurosagi looked at the picture and smirked.
“I recognize this. It’s a mix of different languages.”
“It’s an old game that was created a long time ago. Kids would combine different languages creating a code. An example would be mixing French and Japanese words. It would sound like gibberish to other people except for the people who created the message. The object of this game was to solve the code and announce it.”
“So what does it say?” asked Helen excitedly.
Kurosagi pointed at the words in the picture.
“Hören sie Écoutez aκούστε naze wèi hé means Listen, listen, listen, why, why.”
“Could the spirit want to be heard?” asked Hatori.
“I don’t know, but those children didn’t deserve to die like that,” stated Kurosagi. She looked at Miroku seriously and asked, “Have you tried finding the spirit?” Miroku nodded and said, “I did, but the spirit won’t appear to me. That’s why I need your help.” Kurosagi nodded. She dug in her bag and pulled out a pair of glasses. She looked at Hatori and said, “Don’t tell anyone about this.” Hatori nodded wondering what the glasses were for.
Miroku held his hand to her and led her deeper into the building. The building grew darker making Hatori pull out a flashlight. Miroku looked back at Hatori and said, “Close the light. Spirits dislike the light.” Hatori nodded closing the light.
They walked into a single room where marks of dead bodies were drawn on the floor. Kurosagi saw the letters on the wall.
“So this is the room?”
Miroku nodded. Kurosagi slipped the glasses on and cringed. Looking through the lenses, she saw the spirit forms of the murdered teenagers hovering above the marks on the floor.
“The spirits are still here?” asked Kurosagi. Miroku nodded removing his glasses.
“They don’t believe they are dead and are waiting for their bodies to return,” stated Miroku. Kurosagi smirked and said, “People murdered by spirits are different when dead.”
“What do you mean?” asked Hatori.
“Well when a person is murdered by natural means, their spirit is trapped in the body until the cause of death is solved. That’s how I spoke with spirits in the bodies. On the other hand, people murdered by the supernatural escape from their body and wait in the place their body was last seen hoping to be revived.”
Hatori clenched his fist and asked, “So you can see spirits too?” Kurosagi nodded and tapped the edge of her glasses.
“I can only see them when I wear these. Miroku can see them all the time when he removes his glasses.”
Miroku nodded and added, “Kurosagi was a useful member when she was part of Psychic Research.”
“You were part of Psychic Research?” asked Hatori in shock. Kurosagi nodded and said, “But only for two years.” Miroku nodded and said, “The superiors were mad, but Kurosagi had control of her powers, so she was free to go.”
“How long ago was that?” asked Hatori.
“Twenty-five years ago, I was seven then and Kurosagi was my Senpai,” stated Miroku. Helen and Hatori gasped in surprise. Helen looked at Kurosagi with admiration in her eyes and said, “You must have found the fountain of youth.” Kurosagi smirked hugging her arm.
“If I did, I would destroy it,” stated Kurosagi making Helen and Hatori confused. Miroku showed a sad smile.
Kurosagi shook her head and walked toward the spirits. She touched one of them making the spirit gasp and look down at her.
“What’s your name?” asked Kurosagi.
The spirit tried to speak, but the mouth suddenly disappeared. The spirit gripped its head like it was screaming in agony. Miroku placed a hand on Kurosagi’s shoulder and said, “I did try to talk with them, but then their mouths would disappear.”
“The spirit’s doing.”
Kurosagi sighed and asked, “Do you know what happened in this apartment complex before it was abandoned?”
Miroku nodded and began to lead her out of the room with Helen and Hatori. Kurosagi removed the glasses with a sigh as they walked. Miroku in turn slipped his on.
When in the hall, Miroku ushered her into a room, where a table stood with an old case file. He showed it to Kurosagi and said, “I guess I should have showed you this first.” Kurosagi looked through the files with narrow eyes.
“So this place was closed down because there was a murder in one of the apartments.”
“A murder?” asked Hatori. Kurosagi nodded flipping through the files.
“This girl was named Ukyo Keiko, age seventeen. She was found dead in her room, her tongue ripped out and her mouth sewn shut. Murderer was not found, a cold case.”
“Is she the spirit?” asked Hatori.
“I think she is the one, but she was murdered, so she should still be trapped in her body,” stated Miroku.
“Unless her grudge was so great that she found a way to break the rule. We did deal with this before,” stated Kurosagi. Miroku nodded sadly.
Helen crossed her arms and said, “So all we have to do is find her murderer and then she can pass on. It doesn’t sound so hard.”
“This case is fifty-years-old,” stated Kurosagi. Helen laughed uneasily. Hatori placed a hand against his forehead and said, “So any evidence would be already lost.” Kurosagi nodded.
Kurosagi looked at the picture of Ukyo’s dead form. Ukyo was wearing a pajama shirt and pants. Her long black hair nearly covered her face, but the stitches were apparent around the side of her lips. She was sprawled across the floor her right arm reaching out to something. Kurosagi suddenly noticed the blood on the extended hand and pointed it out to Miroku.
“Why is there blood on her hand?”
“I think it might have been from the struggle. Her tongue was ripped out, so maybe she was trying to get it back.”
“That is a good hypothesis,” said Kurosagi. Kurosagi looked at another picture of Ukyo smiling like a flower in her school uniform. Kurosagi touched the lips of the picture and then read the paper under it. Kurosagi’s eyes narrowed.
“According to this file, when she was thirteen, she was raped by a business man named Sen Tenshin. He was arrested and she was put into psychological treatment. She was let out a year later.”
“Could that man be the murderer?” asked Hatori. Kurosagi shook her head and said, “He wouldn’t be let out of jail after a year even with good behavior. It had to be someone else.”
Miroku sighed and said, “This would be a lot easier if the spirit would just show herself.” Kurosagi nodded. It was right then that they heard an ear piercing scream. Kurosagi ran out of the room with the others behind her. They entered the crime scene again and saw two of the policemen sitting in the room shaking.
“Why are you here?” demanded Miroku. One of the policemen gulped and muttered, “We wanted to check the scene again, but we heard a noise.” The policeman pointed to the wall and added, “Hoshi-San told us to be quiet so he can listen closer, but then a gust of wind past us and Hoshi-San…” The policeman burst into tears rolling up in a ball. Hatori tried to comfort him and the other policeman. Kurosagi looked at the wall the policeman pointed at and narrowed her eyes. Pinned on the wall was the policeman, Hoshi, his mouth sewn shut, blood falling from between the strings on his mouth, and his right index finger gone.
“We need to leave now,” said Kurosagi seriously.
“What about the policeman?” asked Helen. Kurosagi glanced at her and said, “He’s dead and we will be next, if we don’t go now.”
Helen nodded and followed Kurosagi. Miroku and Hatori helped the policemen out. Kurosagi heard a noise before leaving and a faint whisper.
“Listen, listen, please listen.”
Kurosagi shook her head and left the room. They sat the policemen in the room with the files. Kurosagi stared at the policemen and asked, “So what exactly did you see when your friend died?”
The policemen were shaking as they spoke.
“When he held his finger at us to quiet us, his finger was torn off. He tried to scream, but his tongue got wiped out and vanished into thin air. The blood didn’t even have a chance to leave his mouth because his mouth was automatically sewn shut. Then he was thrown against the wall and that’s when we screamed.”
Kurosagi looked at the files and then at the policemen. She remembered the faint words she heard and smirked.
“I think I know what happened.”
“What?” asked Miroku in shock. Helen smiled and asked, “So you know who the murderer is?” Kurosagi nodded slipping on her glasses. Miroku smiled and removed his.
Kurosagi, Hatori, Miroku, and Helen left the room and entered the crime scene again. Kurosagi saw the spirits still in place, but with Hoshi’s spirit this time looking at his corpse on the wall. Kurosagi walked to Hoshi’s spirit and stated, “You don’t have to speak. I just need you to point which way Ukyo Keiko went.” Hoshi lifted his arm and pointed down a different hall.
They entered the new hall and found five doors. Miroku looked at Helen and said, “Open all five doors at the same time.” Helen nodded. She pressed her index finger against the side of her forehead. The doors opened up at the same time sending a gust of wind out. The wind came from the last door on the left. Kurosagi walked toward it and then peeked inside.
It was a child’s room. The bed was a mess, the drawers were all opened, and the only window was boarded up. Kurosagi traced her fingers on the bed. Another gust of wind picked up.
“Kurosagi behind you!” called Miroku. Kurosagi turned around and saw Ukyo’s spirit with her mouth sewn shut. Her eyes looked blood shot as she looked down at Kurosagi. Kurosagi smirked and asked, “Are you Ukyo Keiko?” Ukyo nodded.
“Why have you killed them?”
Ukyo remained silent.
“What’s wrong, I thought you didn’t want anyone to tell you to be quiet?”
Ukyo looked at her in shock.
“What are you talking about Kurosagi?” asked Hatori, even though he couldn’t see the spirit. Kurosagi looked at Hatori, Miroku, and Helen.
“The people were murdered because they told her to be quiet or made the quiet gesture and she thought they were doing it to her.”
Kurosagi nodded holding up her finger.
“The polite way to tell someone to be quiet is to place your index finger to your lips.”
Hatori gasped and asked, “Is that why the victims were missing their index finger?” Kurosagi nodded and added, “Their tongues were ripped out and mouths sewn shut because that’s how she died or more precisely killed herself.”
Their eyes widen.
“She killed herself?” asked Helen. Kurosagi nodded and said, “That’s why in the picture her hand was covered in blood. She ripped out her own tongue and then sewn her own mouth shut. The needle was discarded somewhere else and I bet her tongue was under the bed before where she was reaching.” Kurosagi looked at Ukyo’s spirit.
“Am I right?”
Ukyo nodded. The string around her lips vanished as her eyes lost any redness.
“I just wanted them to listen,” stated Ukyo. Ukyo touched her lips.
“My family and friends loved to hear me tell stories, but then that man raped me and I was forced into a hospital to recover. I came out after a year, but then no one would listen to me. They always told me to be quiet. I just wanted to speak with them, but they didn’t want to hear me. I was going crazy and then my hearing started to vanish too. I tried to speak with my mom, but all she told me was to be quiet because she had something to do. They wanted me to be quiet, so I ripped my tongue out and threw it under the bed. I then sewed my mouth shut to prevent any more words from escaping. I died as a result. I did scream from the pain, but all I heard them say was be quiet. They never listen!”
Ukyo was shaking in anger. The room began to shake with her. Kurosagi touched the spirit’s hand making her gasp. Kurosagi smirked at her and said, “If you noticed, you told us your story and not once did we tell you to be quiet.” Ukyo gritted her teeth and then burst into tears. Kurosagi looked at Miroku and said, “Now is a good time to send her off.” Miroku nodded and approached behind Ukyo. Ukyo looked down at Kurosagi with sad eyes.
“What am I going to do now after all I have done?” asked Ukyo. Kurosagi smiled sadly and said, “You are now going to a place that I can never reach.” Ukyo touched Kurosagi’s glasses and asked, “Why are your glasses…?” Before Ukyo could say anything, another gust of wind appeared. Ukyo screamed as she disappeared.
Kurosagi looked around frantically. Kurosagi looked at Miroku and asked, “What did you do?” Miroku looked at Kurosagi with wide eyes.
“I didn’t do anything yet.”
They suddenly heard a sinister laugh echo all around them. Kurosagi groaned and said, “There was another spirit here.” Kurosagi ran out of the room ahead of everyone else. She went to the original crime scene and saw Ukyo’s spirit being held by a man around his forties.
“Who are you?” hissed Kurosagi. The man smirked at her and said, “Sen Tenshin.” The man, Sen, licked the side of Ukyo’s neck making her cringe. Kurosagi ran at him screaming, “Let her go!” Sen chuckled as he lifted up his free hand. A dusty chair rose up and slammed against Kurosagi sending her flying against the wall. The spirits in the room looked at her in concern. One of the spirits looked like it was about to speak, but his mouth disappeared. Kurosagi looked at Sen and noticed him looking at the spirit. Kurosagi smirked as she stood up.
“I see, so it wasn’t Ukyo killing them. It was you. You used your ability as a spirit to manipulate Ukyo’s dislike of people telling her to be silent. You used her dislike to kill these people.”
Sen smirked and said, “Didn’t little Ukyo already admit that she killed them?”
“She did, but I think she was just confused. Chances are is that she just tore off the finger. There was no reason to pull out their tongue and sew the mouth shut.”
Sen chuckled as he groped Ukyo’s chest.
“Well the sewing of the mouth and tongue ripping was my doing, but I only did it for little Ukyo,” said Sen. A tear escaped from Ukyo’s eyes. Kurosagi saw this and came to a conclusion.
“She committed suicide, but it was your fault wasn’t it,” stated Kurosagi.
“Spirits when they kill can manipulate a spirit they killed. You are able to control Ukyo, so I bet you used your spirit ability to make her believe that people were telling her to be quiet. If you think about it, people aren’t so cold hearted that they wouldn’t listen to anyone when they are trying to speak.”
“You’re right. I died in the prison because of a fight and came to Ukyo as a spirit. Seeing her smile made me sick, so I used my power to manipulate her thoughts. She believed no one wanted to listen to her and my power eventually affected her hearing. It was total bliss, when I saw her rip out her tongue and sew her mouth shut. I even kept the sewing needle as a souvenir.”
Kurosagi clenched her fist and added, “And so you kept her trapped here using her dislike of people telling her quiet to murder the living.”
Kurosagi growled and said, “You deserve to suffer murderer.” Kurosagi ran at him, but he used another piece of furniture to knock her back. The impact of her fall caused the glasses upon her face to fly off and shatter against the wall. Kurosagi growled as she looked down at the glasses. Without the glasses, the spirits were not in her sight.
Miroku ran into the room with Helen and Hatori and saw Kurosagi on the ground without her glasses.
“The other spirit, Sen Tenshin, the one who raped Ukyo is in this house and he was the one manipulating Ukyo’s spirit to help him murder these people. He’s the guilty one.”
Kurosagi touched her face and said, “I can’t see him without my glasses.” Miroku nodded and pulled out a small pole. He pressed a button on it making it expand into a steel staff. He looked at Helen and said, “I can see the spirit, so watch my back.” Helen nodded. Hatori looked at Miroku and asked, “What do I do?”
“Help Kurosagi of course,” said Miroku. Hatori nodded and ran to Kurosagi’s side as Miroku and Helen ran at the spirit Sen.
Sen used his spirit power to throw furniture at them, but Miroku blocked the furniture with his staff and Helen sent the furniture flying in a different direction. Sen growled and began to shake causing the place to shake as well. Miroku lost his footing because of this and was hit by a flying chair. Helen gasped and ran to Miroku’s side. Miroku groaned in pain as he struggled to get up.
Hatori went to Kurosagi’s side and asked if she was all right. Kurosagi nodded and said, “I need to see the spirit in order to fight.” Kurosagi looked at Hatori and said, “I need your help for this.” Hatori nodded even though he was confused. Kurosagi grabbed a shard of the glasses and used it to cut the palm of Hatori’s right hand. Hatori cringed.
“What are you…?”
Kurosagi placed a finger to his mouth and muttered, “Don’t tell anyone of what you see today.” Hatori nodded. Kurosagi grabbed his wounded hand and held it to her eyes. The blood from the wound flowed onto her eyes making Hatori gasp. Kurosagi removed his hand allowing him to hold his hand. Kurosagi rubbed the blood over her eyes making them pure red. She looked toward Miroku and Helen and saw the spirits through the blood. She focused on Sen who was laughing as he flung his power all around the room. Kurosagi pulled out a strand of her hair and ran it across her lips. The hair became stiff like a needle. Kurosagi then threw it at Sen. The needle sank into the spirit’s forehead. Sen gasped in pain dropping Ukyo to the ground. The power all around went out of control as Sen gripped his body in pain. He looked toward Kurosagi and asked, “What did you do?”
Kurosagi smirked and said, “My hair when turned into a needle can be deadly if it pierces a spirit I can see and know the name of.” Sen’s body began to turn to ash starting from his right hand. His eyes widen and began to scream. Sen stared at Kurosagi, blood covering both eyes. It was at that point that Sen realized that Kurosagi looked like a demon. He gave out a final scream as he vanished. The spirits within the room gasped as they looked around.
“Is he dead?”
“I think so.”
“I feel so calm.”
“Should we go?”
“I would believe so.”
The spirits were smiling as they headed toward the door. They saw Ukyo on the ground. The spirit of Hoshi held a hand to Ukyo and asked, “Are you ready to go?” Ukyo looked at them and burst into tears. She apologized repeatedly, but all they did was smile and helped her to her feet. They all looked at Kurosagi as they smiled.
The spirits vanished through the door. Kurosagi sighed and said, “They’re gone.” Hatori went to Kurosagi’s side and asked, “So they moved on?” Kurosagi nodded.
“With Sen’s spirit destroyed they were able to move on freely. They also knew that Ukyo wasn’t the true murderer.”
Miroku walked to Kurosagi and said, “Well done.” Helen nodded as she supported Miroku. Miroku picked up a piece of her glasses and asked, “Do you need to make a new pair?” Kurosagi nodded. Hatori saw the blood in her eyes and asked, “Why did you put my blood in your eyes?” Kurosagi smirked and wiped the blood in her eyes.
“I can only see spirits through blood.”
Hatori gasped and asked, “Then those glasses were made of blood?” Kurosagi nodded as the blood in her eyes vanished.
“It’s an ability discovered through an accident.”
Miroku nodded and added, “She used that ability to help the Psychic Research before.” Kurosagi chuckled and looked at Miroku.
“Well I better get going or is there something else you want to tell me.”
Miroku smiled and said, “I just want to tell you thank you and to call me sometime.” Kurosagi nodded and ordered Hatori to follow her. She looked back at Miroku and said, “Call me when you have another supernatural case.” Miroku nodded as he watched Kurosagi walk out with Hatori.
Helen looked at Miroku and said, “I thought you said before that you were going to convince Kurosagi to join the Psychic Research again.” Miroku showed a sad smile.
“I was, but when I saw her use Ogami’s blood to see the spirit, I faltered.”
Miroku nodded and showed his scared hand. Across the palm of his hand was a straight line.
“In the past before she left, she used my blood to see the spirits. It was through me that she learned that she could see spirits through blood.”
Miroku clenched his hand and said, “Seeing Ogami with Kurosagi, I feel like I was replaced.” Helen touched Miroku’s hand making him look at her.
“I guess you felt jealous looking at Ogami with Kurosagi. You did mention before that Kurosagi was the first person you ever loved.”
Miroku nodded with a tear at the corner of his eye. He looked in the direction Kurosagi went with serious eyes.
Even though you are with him, I will still protect you.
Kurosagi yawned as she walked. Hatori looked at Kurosagi and asked, “Are you hungry or just tired?”
“Both,” stated Kurosagi. Kurosagi looked up at Hatori and said, “Let’s go to that café again.”
Hatori frowned and asked, “Are you going to order chocolate chip cookies with whip cream again?” Kurosagi nodded.
“You need to cut down on sweets,” scolded Hatori. Kurosagi smirked and said, “The assistant has no right to tell me no.” Kurosagi ran ahead of Hatori making him chase her angrily. Kurosagi remembered Miroku’s face as she ran and showed a sad smile.
If possible, I would like to go back to the old days.