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Today...was not a good day.
Actually, today was pretty bad.
It started out okay, I suppose. I found out where Muraki will be basically. It was a total accident that I found it at all, but after noticing it, I felt really stupid for not having seen it earlier. It's so blatently obvious. Muraki's been following a nautilus curve selecting the places he stays. Which means I can predict where he'll be staying for the next several days. He has about four stops until he reaches the center, but Tsuzuki and I are going to try and stop him before then. He knows we'll be coming, but he doesn't know exactly where or when, so long as we go before he reaches the center. I swear he's laughing at us. At the very center is an old church, the last place he should be able to enter.
And for some reason, I have a really bad feeling about this case.
So, how exactly could my day get worse after discovering that the psycho who killed me and drove Tsuzuki to attempt suicide is calling us?
Just a little while back, I wrote about how Hakushaku was paying someone to videotape Tsuzuki. The shinigami's name is Takara, a real jerk, who apparently doesn't only work for Hakushaku. I found out that he had taken pictures of Tsuzuki and I...ah...enjoying private time. I angrily confronted Takara, meaning I yelled at him and hit him with two of my psychic blasts. He gave me a bit of a description of another of his employers. Muraki.
Muraki has those pictures of Tsuzuki and I.
Needless to say I was not pleased.
I went back to tell Tsuzuki, but he knew. Muraki had scrawled a note and his address on the back of one of the pictures and sent it back. Bastard.
I was angry, shaken, embarrassed, and drained from being stupid and attacking Takara. Of course, sitting down on the floor beside Tsuzuki was not the best way to hide this. He practically dragged me to the infirmary, telling me I needed to rest. When I wouldn't lay down, he laid down on top of me, in the infirmary, during working hours. With people in the building! If I didn't love that baka so much I'd've knocked him right onto the floor for that. Of course, using that as a threat (even if I didn't mean it) offended him. Chikusho...I thought we knew each other better than we do. If I say that I could knock him off, but I haven't actually done so, it means I won't.
Well...I might have if someone had walked in. Being in a position like that would have put us in the center of attention of the office gossips, which is a pain. Literally.
I hope it rains tomorrow. I'm in the mood to go out and wander around in a downpour. Maybe I'll get washed away.
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