A Death In Tokyo Novels & Stories

she muttered, as if unable to accept it. She turned to look at my corpse again, yet not a single tear fell. She tried desperately to find proof that it wasn't me. But the moment she saw my pale, bluish face, she couldn't help but retch. "Ms. Saddler, it seems you've confirmed this is Ms. Flora Saddler," the officer said from the side, unable to hold back. He took out a document and placed it in front of her. "If so, please sign. The funeral home is waiting to carry out the cremation."

That must be just a friendly date. It was a good thing that our place was hidden from where they were seated. There are only a few people inside the place and mostly, oldies so it's a little safe for an idol to be here. "Please tell me your husband isn't cheating on you." Tokyo deadpanned muttered and I laughed at her. "He sent me a message earlier," I told her and she just raised her eyebrows. "So, he just came back and he went on a date with another girl instead of going directly to his wife?" Tokyo stated and somehow, her words stung like shit inside her.

He was lucky to be cast into the sea earlier because his car was partly on fire due to the shootings and ramming it got. The assassins still gave him several shots to ensure he didn't survive as they watched the sea swallowed his car. Satisfied with the mission accomplished, they immediately left the scene like pro drivers in fast and furious movie. Few hours later, the media got to know about the incident and people were shocked when they discovered the victim was a high ranked police officer in his late forties, named Joe. They tried to find his body and the car in the sea but they only found the car. So they assumed he was eaten by sharks.

“I guess? My name is Taoyama Naruki. “ I do not know if he considers me his friend, but it felt awkward to say I was just a regular client with nothing better to do than coming to this place every week. “It doesn’t matter either way. You are the first person to come look for him so I might as well tell you.” The woman closed the door of the restaurant and stood in front of me with a serious expression. “Shinji and his wife died on Sunday. They were coming back from a trip and a drunk driver took them out of the road. The police found their car yesterday morning.” The woman voice lacked all emotion. She reported the facts as if she was a news anchor talking about a complete stranger.

Daisy recalled her period of time in Japan. If she wasn’t too haunted by the death of a girl student who lived in the same house with her colleague called Hana. She wouldn’t have gone to the bar, wouldn’t have gotten drunk and all of the bad problems didn’t happen. Having sex with a strange, unknown man.

I move towards him, and with my hands, I capture his neck pressing his neck until I hear his windpipe crush beneath my hand. “Die,” I spit in his face, releasing his neck as I watch him suffocate with the lack of oxygen passing through his nostrils. I watch with delight as Riley chokes to his death. His irises blurring into his eyes and only the white eye bulbs flashing his lifeless nature. “We have no business here, let him rot here. I am going home to shower and then sleep,” I say walking out of the cinema room and closing the door gently behind me. My men will take a couple of pics and send them to Enzo Antonov. He will soon be in touch. If what Riley said is true and that London is dead,