A Death In Tokyo Novels & Stories

He answered it immediately since he knew it was urgent. Evie was curious and she watched as her father answered the phone, but her good hearing made her able to listen to the caller’s words clearly. “President Hunt, there has been an accident near Narita Airport today. It’s a car designated to CEO Kazehaya of Homura International. Just now, it’s confirmed that he and his wife died in the explosion of the vehicle…”

A base for the operations. Yes everyone thought she was dead and she knew she was a reference to a lot of jokes in their world. Tokyo, no one knew her here. She was basically no one and it was a good way to bring up their fallen gang. “So boss….” Her musing was interrupted and she looked to the man that had called her name.

He shot up, but in his panic, he touched a necklace on the floor. That was the Love That Ruined Me necklace. I had yanked it off with the last bit of my strength before I died. There was only one such necklace in the world. Mark had bought it for me as a token of love during an auction. He fell back and crashed into the wall. Then, he saw the gashes that were stained with my blood and bits of my flesh. But soon, Mark forced himself to calm down. He glared at Jacob and the butler.

… I had been pacing in boredom outside the operating room when suddenly I felt my body being disturbed. A second later, I was back at the estate, in the bedroom where I had died. A blood-curdling scream tore through the house. Willow Trump, the housekeeper, stumbled down the stairs, nearly tripping over herself as she grabbed Jake's arm in a panic. "Ms. Bartlett! S-she—she's dead!" Jake's expression changed. Shoving Willow aside, he bolted up the stairs. By now, my body had begun to decompose. The stench of rot filled the air, and Jake instinctively covered his nose, his face twisting in disgust.

Then I spoke, "I’ve already died four times. This is my fifth loop." Even as I said it, doubt pounded in my chest. It sounded insane. No one would believe it. I closed my eyes briefly, then forced the rest out in one breath. "The first time was tonight. At 11:11 p.m., the moment I fell asleep, I died. The second, third, and fourth times… There wasn’t enough time. I won’t go into them. "But this is the fifth time. And now, this… my identity… has come into play."

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.