The images within the doctrine barely phased the one paging through them. They varied from close-ups of the wound to snapshots of the murder scene. Each minute detail played a worthy part in his pursuit of the truth, a constant game between the fox and the grapes nearly in its grasp, but utterly unattainable. With each flip of the page, the boy simultaneously scrawled down some notes onto blank lined paper. Omoiya flipped back to the original page, displaying the victim from a birds eye view in her sprawled state. The boy narrowed his eyes at the photograph, as if he was analyzing every single pigment of ink down to the molecular level. His gaze lingered on the image for a few moments, before reclined in his chair. He ran a hand down the back of his neck and exhaled deeply, his vision strayed blindly to his side.
âGlad she didnât have any children. Wouldnât want to be in their shoes.â The statement was somewhat ironic, such a requiem could never exist, since the boy hadnât spoken with his mother for more than a decade. He winced at the thought of the woman, but quickly shook away any discouragement when his phone pinged again.
'Hey. Choukichi is coming too. He got a new phone so he never got the message, but he said yes- haha.' Omoiya stared at the illuminated screen, remaining completely silent while he depicted the contents of the message. He wasnât sure what to dwell over more, Choukichiâs inability to retain the same phone for an extended period of time, or Emikoâs nonchalant digitalized laughter towards her brotherâs constant change in cellular devices. This made a subtle chuckle escape his lips, he was relatively friendly with both siblings and knew them to decent extents. He was about to enter in a reply when another message caught him off guard,
Yay~ Great! Be there at 1:10, I'll be in the parking lot waiting.' Omoiya instinctively glanced over at the clock, estimating how much time was left to read into the case more. The LED clock clearly displayed that it was half past noon.
âJeeze, guess I did get up a little late, hm? Any longer, and the old man wouldâve dragged my ass out of bed.â The boy quickly recounted past scoldings he had received from his father for stirring later than acceptable.
âOh yeah, weâre going to the waterpark. Wonder what everybodyâs wearingâŠ?â A smirk stretched on the boyâs face as he closed the folder. Omoiya was unable to decide which would be more entertaining. His options were to debate with Choukichi over swimsuits styles or query Yasu about who looked better in one, and force the guy into an undecisive turmoil. In all honesty, the former choice had less of a chance in resulting with a wallop to the face.
Having already showered and eaten a quick breakfast consisting of eggs and bread, the boy threw on a pair of green swimming trunks and kept the same black t-shirt and hoodie. He wasnât very fond of the cold, regardless of the season.
âI should be thankful that it isnât that long of a walk to the park. It is local, after all.â And with that, he sped his way downstairs and proceeded out the door, a napsack containing gum, a towel and a few others pocketable items was slung over his shoulder. The boy paced his way on the sidewalk calmly, humming to himself as an ordinary pedestrian. Omoiya shoved his hands into his pockets and leaned forward. The occasional breeze and scenery made the distance worth it, captivated by the townâs untampered beauty.
âThough, a waterpark is a sign of modernization. Canât say Iâm very excited by such a change, though.â He pouted a bit at the thought, but quickly replaced his mind process with another topic. Soon enough, he had arrived at the parking lot and instantly spotted three already present membered. Omoiya walked over with his iconic smile and gave them a greeting wave.
âHeyo! Morning, Risuki-san, Choukichi-san and Emiko-san! I agree that humming is a good way to kill the time. I was just humming to a number from a recent vocaloid project.â He popped a piece of gum into his mouth and looked at their surroundings,
âSeems pretty popular. Lots of people are pretty ecstatic about this place. Or, so Iâve heard. I think the others should be here soon.â He let out a sigh as he turned his attention to the Sakurada siblings,
"Hope you two had a good morning and a filling breakfast. I'm quite sure Choukichi-san over here jumped at the chance to see everybody in their swimsuits, right? The boy mimicked his friend's grin, obviously teasing the guy in the same fashion. He wagged a finger at Choukichi in a passive manner,
"No indecent thoughts, okie? I'm holding back my own twisted thoughts." The boy glanced back at the entrance, double-checking if any of their friends were filing into the park.
"But I'm sure today will be a blast. I know a lot of funding went into this place, it won't fail to amaze us." The boy stated hopefully, looking at the situation from his usual
'glass half full' perspective.