Chapter Forty-Four: Killing
Time:
-Kyosuke-
I don�t go out on Friday nights. I usually stay home and
read. However, I was alive back then. Tonight, I�m meeting somebody. My eyes
scanned the packed club. I shook my head under the colored lights. People come
to these places for fun? I didn�t understand it. Why not stay in for a quiet
evening and read or be with family?
Suddenly, my phone buzzed. I
reached into my jeans pocket and brought it to my face. I just got a text from
April. I stared at the screen puzzled. Okay, how did she get my number? I opened the message rather
curious.
Look up, I can see you.
I lifted my head towards the balcony. At first, my eyes
scanned the people seated. I finally spotted a skinny arm flagging me down. I
dialed the number and held the phone to my ear. I watched that arm pick up her
own phone.
�Hello?� April asked.
�How did you get my number?� I asked.
�The boss,� she replied. My face dropped.
�Watari-san did?� I asked.
�That�s right,� she said.
�Why would he do that?� I asked her.
�You�ve got me there,� she answered. I narrowed my eyes
at her words. It sounded like a set-up to me.
�Well, where are you?� I asked.
�I�m just above you,� April said. �Come up and join me.�
I shrugged my shoulders.
�Alright,� I said. I had to
push my way to the stairs. I really don�t like crowded places. The subway was
bad enough, but at least I was going somewhere useful. This was just too much
for me. I panted when I made it to the stairs. I looked around me and frowned.
Is all of Tokyo here tonight? Damn this is
a headache.
�You�re almost there,� April
said. �Look up.� I looked to see her motioning me over.
Ah, finally. I quickened my pace
towards her. She leaned on the table and smiled.
�Hi,� she greeted me. I found myself taken by her
blue-green eyes. Her make-up brought out their color tonight. I gave her a
little wave.
�Hi,� I muttered. She held out her hand to an empty chair
in front of her.
�That�s better,� April said. I gave her a perplexed look.
�I don�t get it,� I said. �Why are we here?� She took a
sip of her drink.
�To talk,� she replied. �You wanted to get to know me,
right?�
�Well, yeah but�� I said.
�Hm?� April asked with an eyebrow raised. I struggled to
answer her, but let the issued drop.
�Never mind,� I brushed off. April gave a little smile
before taking another drink.
�Heh,� she said. I gave her a blank stare. I don�t
understand her.
�So, what are we doing now?� I asked. April glanced over
at me with a small smirk.
�Oh,� she replied. �Just killing time.� I blinked at her.
�Killing� time?� I asked.
�That�s right,� she answered.
�But why?� I asked. April shrugged her shoulders at me.
�Does there
have to be a reason?� she asked. I
slowly shook my head.
�Guess not,� I said in a low voice. April smiled before
she put her hand up in the air.
�Waiter!� she called. �Two more shots, please?�
�Oh, no,� I cut in. �I don�t drink.� April turned her
attention back to him.
�You don�t?� she asked.
�No,� I said.
�Why is that?� she asked. I shrugged and shook my head.
�Barely had the chance,� I answered.
�Ah,� April said. As I looked into those eyes of hers, I realized something. She could be so confusing, but I would love to hear her talking about anything. I ended up listening to her talk about nothing for the rest of the night.