Verse: Pre-Firey Detective Possible Triggers: Blood, murder, character death POV: Third Person - Haruko’s perspective
“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.”
Those words didn’t seem anything special to Haruko, not at the time. Koorime always said that, always thinking about everyone else before herself, never able to think for herself. It was normal for the childhood friend.
Haruko had made it a point that she would return to the other’s near-empty house (as her parents were gone on business and her brother in a dorm) soon, she was just going to get something from a little store across the street. Though Koorime had insisted to go, the brunette had reminded her of the freezing temperatures and that her coat was still being washed after the girl tripped into muddy slush earlier that day.
If only she hadn’t gone.
Haruko didn’t even have time to pay for what she was meaning to buy when she heard sirens across the street. Why they were there, she didn’t understand, running out of the store to get back into the house. She was barely able to convince the police of who she was.
The scene was one she’d never forget, when she ran past the officers to the room she heard voices in. When she looked, she froze stiff. There was so much blood, so much destruction, so much was wrong. There was a figure shrouded by a tarp, but she knew all too well who it was. If it wasn’t for the fact she was the only one there - or so she thought - then it was the necklace that the girl must have set down before her attacker came.
Koorime.
Haruko’s legs finally gave, the teen sinking to her knees. She couldn’t control her sobbing, no longer caring who the normally-tough teen saw her. She didn’t care about anything. She wanted her best friend back.
Some hours passed. The police had managed to calm her, but unless she was answering what few questions they had for her, she was silent. Her eyes were dull and lifeless, masking a rage that was welling up in her.
What did Koorime do to deserve this? She wanted to be a doctor. She wanted to help people, yet this is what she got? Her hands balled up into tight fists at this. If Koorime can’t fulfill her desire to be what she wanted to be, then what right did she have to?
"Koorime…“ she murmured, "I promise…I’ll catch your killer if it’s the last thing I do.”
