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Kiba-Sniper — SDRA2: Tormenting The Culprit With Hints Of Truth
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Published: 2019-10-13 23:14:26 +0000 UTC; Views: 745; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 0
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“Hey.”Kanade's voice cut through Emma's tears. Her mascara ran in inky streams down her cheeks. The normal color in her face had turned milky white. Her puffy eyes had widened, her pupils reminding Kanade of the pinpricks she left on the seats of classmates who tried becoming close with Hibiki in grade school.
Emma sniffed and pulled a handkerchief out of her pocket. She quickly wiped her eyes, her long lashes flicking off any remaining tears. She managed a weary smile as Sora and Yuki passed her into Kokoro's bedroom, the chilly draft pushing on her long coat.
“Kanade, hello. Are you here to investigate?” the Ultimate Actress wondered, pushing her lips into a smile.
“Mm-hm. If I don't, we'll die,” Kanade chirped, wrapping her arms behind her back.
Emma blinked, recovering with a quiet chuckle. “I-I see. Well, I hope you have a better time investigating than I do. It's so horrible what happened with Kokoro. I can't stand seeing her in such a-”
She dismissed Emma with a curt wave of her hand. “Oh, I already searched the crime scene. I need something from you.”
The subtle quirk of Emma's mouth turning down made Kanade tilt her head. She maintained her smile as Emma set her hands on her hips. Sensing her irritation made her fingers lace together, appearing like an innocent child asking a parent something scandalous.
“Is it relevant to Kokoro's murder?” Emma asked, her level tone betraying the fire burning in her eyes.
“Maybe so, maybe no.” Leaning forward, Kanade glanced at her up and down. She set her hand on her head and dragged it forward, the side of her palm brushing against Emma's neck.
Emma recoiled and slapped her hand away. Pain faintly buzzed in Kanade's fingers. She cocked her head, listening to Emma sucking down a sharp breath, her calm persona shattering for an instant only to be replaced with repulsion.
“What is wrong with you?” Emma hissed, lowering her voice as Shinji shuffled out the room, streaking his fingers through his hair. She shot him a sympathetic smile when he looked at them before ambling down the hall.
“Just checking something,” she said as vaguely as possible.
“Checking what? How tall you are to me?” Emma clenched her fists. “I really don't appreciate your antics right now. Kokoro is dead.”
Her words were as sharp as blades. They cut into Kanade, forcing her to acknowledge that it was quite silly to suddenly measure their heights with a corpse in the next room. She tittered and narrowed her eyes, estimating a few inches between herself and Emma, her intentions masked behind her eerie smile.
“Emma, who do you think is the tallest girl here?” she asked, twisting a lock of her hair between her fingers.
Groaning, Emma leaned into the wall and looked down at her. “That doesn't matter right now. Like I said, Kokoro is dead, and you're making a height chart? How classy.”
The sarcasm wasn't lost on her. She felt the urge to tear her jugular out with her bare hands, but Kanade refrained. Her question still needed to be answered. Rolling her shoulders back, she chuckled when Emma wrinkled her nose.
“What? What is it now?” she demanded, louder than she intended.
“Hey, don't you get it? It's part of Kokoro's dying message.” Kanade flicked her pigtail over her shoulder.
Emma pressed her fingers by her chest, asking, “What are you saying? 'Dying message?' Did-did Kokoro leave behind a clue?”
“I wouldn't be asking such a stupid question without having an important reason. Do you think I care about how tall you are otherwise? Use your head or else you're nothing but a dumb blonde.”
A strangled noise became trapped in Emma's throat, and Kanade knew. She reached into her pocket and gripped her handbook. She tapped it on and swiped to Emma's profile. Checking her height, she nodded, but then she quickly shook her head and stuffed her handbook back into her pocket.
“You are the tallest, but I wonder...” Kanade stepped forward and thrust her arms out, trapping Emma to the wall. Hearing her gasp made her cheeks redden. The horrified glow in her victim's eyes, she always appreciated that. She reached up and gripped her cheeks, digging her nails into her soft skin. “...maybe Kokoro was wrong. Her dearest friend wouldn't kill her, right?”
“O-of course-of course not,” Emma blurted, and regaining her confidence, she shoved Kanade. She clung to her coat and snarled, “Kokoro was my friend. I would never lay a hand on her.” She stormed away and cracked her knuckles, her pretty teeth clenched tightly together.
Kanade watched her vanish into Kokoro's room. She waited, listening to Emma chat with Setsuka. Her tone had reverted back to a wimpy mewl, something she expected from the actress.
It was almost too easy to figure out, but she supposed she had to thank Kokoro. Without such a vital hint, even she would have had trouble understanding the tricks used in the case. Certainly, she would have comprehended the truth even without interrogating Emma, but it was delightful sending fear rocketing down Emma's spine. Putting her on edge would give her an amusing trial. Compared to Hajime accepting his crime, Kanade understood Emma would be a much more energetic opponent.
“Kanade?”
She beamed as Hibiki tiptoed towards her. “Oh, sis, are you okay?”
Hibiki groaned behind closed lips. She slowly shook her head and whispered, “Why'd this have to happen? If we never had our concert, Kokoro wouldn't have gotten sick and...and...”
Rubbing Hibiki's shoulder as she sniffled, she said, “It's okay, Hibiki. I'm sure we'll be able to solve the case. Rely on me as much as you need. I already have a solid theory which can't be broken.”
“R-really?” Hibiki raised her head, a hopeful gleam in her eyes.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes, but let's go somewhere else to clear your thoughts.” Tugging on her sister's sleeve, she guided her away from the crime scene and smirked to herself. It truly was going all according to plan.
