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Kiyo was frustrated, to say the least. He had plans he had made tomorrow. He had work he had to finish. He needed time to explain why he might never be seen again. To who he could explain something like this, he wasn't sure. They'd all call him a madman likely. He sighed, deciding to write a note and letting whoever found it take it how they will. But what to write…?
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To whoever finds this letter,
I apologise that you must hold this burden, but I ask you to share this to whoever might care, as this may be my final message for awhile, or even forever. I don't know how I could begin to explain this any sort of properly, but just know that I could very well be dead by the time you read this letter. I have no time for a super proper explanation, I can't even explain it to myself, really. And don't bother with calling the police if that's what you're thinking to do either. I know that this, of all things, is something no one can save me from. Not even myself. Just make sure that this reaches who it needs to. I cannot stress that enough. I don't care who you are; A family member, a co-worker, a robber that just broke into my house and read all this for whatever reason. Just respect what could be a dead man's wishes is all I ask.
Sincerest apologies,
Kiyowara Lyndon, Head of the Detective Agency
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He signed his name in a deep red ink, as he did with all of his letters, the letters smearing this time from his bitter tears of regret. He bit the end of his pen, gathering what he thought he needed for this tournament. He gathered clothes, leaving behind the old school uniform that his father gave him. Usually he would take it everywhere, but he didn't want it torn or bloodied, so he left it behind, neatly folded on his bed. Did it really matter what he wore during his death, though? He might as well show up in a suit so he at least looks nice in his grave. He sighed, packed a few casual outfits and a suit for the laughs, though he had no real intentions of wearing it. Did he need food? He knew the moderator said breakfast wouldn't be provided, but was there really a point in eating anymore if he was to die anyways? He packed food anyways. Even if his death was almost guaranteed, fighting for his life was still an option, and that wouldn't be quite easy on an empty stomach. What else…? A weapon maybe? As if he could will himself to harm anyone with a weapon. He'd likely hurt himself with it first. Yet again, though, he contradicted himself, putting a long kitchen knife into his bag.
"Nothing else," he muttered to himself. "There's no need for anything else." He dropped the bag on the bed next to his old school uniform. He sat on the edge of his bed, just staring out of the window. He couldn't will himself to think how unfair it was to him, because he could only imagine how some of the others were feeling. He knew not of their lives, but the expressions that he could see on each individual's face gave him more than an idea of their feelings. Giddiness, anguish, indifference, regret. Each spoke loudly from each person's face. Lord knows what his own face said. He decided to spend the rest of the day with his close friend, resisting the urge over and over to tell him that he may not ever see him again. He couldn't. He didn't want to make his last words to his friend haunting. He wanted to be happy with him for what could be the last time. Unforunately masking feelings isn't as easy as the novels made it seem.
"Kiyo," his friend called out. "You seem on edge, what's the matter?"
Kiyo sighed, shaking his head. "Just my detective work taking a toll on me, nothing serious." He allowed a small smile onto his face for the briefest moment, but only that moment.
His friend gave him a skeptical stare, forcing Kiyo to think up a way to tell his friend the bad news. He sat in silence for a moment before a thought finally came to him.
"Farland, I don't really want to talk about it right now, but I'll tell you what. Come to my house, around 3 o'clock, and I'll try to explain everything." Kiyo knew he'd likely already be gone by then, but his friend would still receive the explanation if someone else doesn't get to it first.
Farland nodded, and let a smile form on his face. "Well, no reason to dwell on it, mmm? Would you like to play chess? I swear I know how to beat you this time."
"…Farland says, for the 27th time," Kiyo snidely remarked, causing Farland to grumble as he happily set up the glass board to play with his best friend.
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