A Death In Tokyo Novels & Stories

She pursed her lips. Lucas shoved the box into her hands nonetheless. "You're still as stubborn as ever. I'm here to ask you about your mom's third death anniversary. If you have any plans in mind, let me know in advance so I can help you with it." Ariel paused briefly. She did not expect Lucas would remember about that. Elena passed away a year before Ariel got married. It would soon be her third death anniversary. Jayson probably was not even aware of this. "Alright, I'll see you at the convention hall in a bit." Lucas looked at his phone and stroked her hair as he always did. Then, he turned around and left.

The officer coldly replied, "Cause of death: acute liver failure. She had taken high doses of painkillers. Her organs failed rapidly." "The doctor suspected there might be an external toxin in her system, but she had signed a do-not-treat consent and refused further testing, so it was never confirmed." Marlene stood there, stunned. Suddenly, a memory surfaced. Jasmine had once smiled and asked her, "If I die, would you feel sad?" At the time, she thought Jasmine was being dramatic and even told her she looked fine. That it was probably just inflammation. Even then, Jasmine had been coughing up blood.

A swirl of dark energy dissipated into nothingness. Melody stared in terror, her eyes locked on the shattered remnants of the statue. "No! Don't!" she screamed, her face twisted with rage. She looked at me as if she wanted to tear me apart with her bare hands. Just as she lunged toward me, the stage curtains were drawn open. The audience below had witnessed everything. Reporters whipped out their phones, snapping photos. Thomas and Evelyn sat in stunned disbelief, staring at Melody. The truth was clear now; they had been wrong from the start.

It’s the usual for Yumeko, focusing more on her phone. Suddenly, Nabi pauses, her gaze locked on the cafeteria’s television, where the big news is being displayed. “Ya, is that not your street? It sounded familiar, I thought I’d ask you about it, I wasn’t sure.” I glance at the television screen with the headline, “Unfortunate sudden encounter with Lucifer heirs, found dead and dumped this morning.” On the screen is a picture of dead Nevan, his eyes were plucked out as if to stop him from seeing something, his neck bone broken, so he’s kept in a terrible posture.

Alexei sneered, "We built the foundation of this goddamn town with our bare hands. You aren't playing on the streets tonight, pal. You're looking at the concrete itself." Up in the dark vents, Hugo pressed two fingers against his earpiece. "The cage is locked, Dom. Alexei just shut the door on them. They're crying." "Keep your eyes on the high ground, Hugo," Dominic’s calm voice came through the radio. "Don't let a single rat out. It's time for Tokyo to pay its bill. Fire at will." Shinjiro slowly lowered his arm, the xenon lights washing over his scarred face as the reality hit him. The empty depot Don promised was a death trap.

He simply stood there, staring at the floor in silence. I slowly walked over and rested a hand on his shoulder. "You've done something most people couldn't." His body trembled slightly before he slowly looked up at me. I continued quietly, "But something like this can't just be swept away. A child can't die for no reason and have everyone pretend nothing happened." I held his gaze. "Someone has to answer for what happened here, don't you think?"

My younger brother, Jason Callahan, died the day before school started. He jumped from the sixteenth floor of our apartment building. His head was twisted unnaturally to one side. There was not much blood. His tiny body lay curled in a dark pool beneath him. However, the strangest thing was the expression on his face. He was smiling. The moment people saw that smile, the entire crowd sucked in a sharp breath. It was still the face of a child, young and innocent at first glance, yet the smile carried something vicious and unsettling far beyond his age.

His death denoted a huge, irreversible cost to them! The crowd was just as startled. They had no idea that Zayn would really kill Raiden. He must be insane or someone looking for a novel suicide. Lysithea, in particular, could feel her hair stand on its end. She was shaking as her face turned pale. “This lunatic went and done it. He’s killed Raiden. Oh, God…Oh, God!”

Grammy looks disturbed as she drops the groceries she's carrying in the paper bag right there at the door. "What's wrong, Grammy?" "Switch on the TV!" Ugh! I know it's something terrible about me from the way she looks at me. I quickly switch on the old TV. I put on BBC. Guess who is reporting? The one and only snaky Sarah Stone. I read the headlines on the screen. LPD CONFIRM THAT DAX'S DEATH WAS A MURDER, NOT AN ACCIDENT. What! There are all these photos of Dax playing on the screen when Sarah Stone says,

“Fuck boy awakes.” I have nothing to say, no witty comeback. They have beaten it out of me. My voice has long since fled my body. Not that I blame it, I too wish I could leave this fucking misery. The worst part about all of this–the torture is knowing that I will never get to see her smiling face again. All the legends say on your deathbed you see all the wonderful moments in your life. They fucking lied.