[ on the morning after naegi's dumb entry, he arrives bright and early (unlike ichi) right outside byakuya's place. he has brought over coffee like he promised, one for himself and one for byakuya on a drink tray, and he has the bloodied knife in a shoebox tucked away in his backpack so all ready to discuss ~murder~, he knocks on the front door. ]
[With a sigh, Byakuya grips both sides of the doorway and leans forward, over Makoto, and glances both ways to check the hallway. Then he pulls himself back in and gestures for Makoto to enter.]
That's fine. Now get in, quickly. [He'll move to snap the door shut the moment Makoto is inside.]
[ naegi will quickly move into the apartment after byakuya lets him in ]
Sorry, I didn't know that I should have watched for anyone following after me.
[ he definitely would have if he was told but you know, he just naturally assumed that he'll be okay. you'd think getting back 12928191 memories of a murder game, he'd be a little more cautious or wary of others... but he grabs one of the cups of coffee from the tray and holds it out to byakuya (it's sweetened like he asked) ]
[Byakuya pauses in order to take a good, long sip of his coffee. And then he answers him.]
I believe that it's possible for it be a problem. And thus, you can only stand to gain from considering and preparing for the possibility. Regardless, you're in a safe place now. You may display the blade without fear.
[ he supposes that byakuya does have a point... maybe he should be a little more careful in the future and watch where he's going when he goes back home with the knife but he nods and he walks over to a table (or counter, whatever is nearby and close in the living room). he sets down the tray with his cup of coffee and he takes off his backpack. he opens it up and sets the shoebox on the table/counter ]
It's in here.
[ when byakuya opens it, he'll find the kitchen knife that stabbed maizono (her blood all nice and dried up on it) wrapped up in an old towel ]
[Byakuya leans over the table curiously as Makoto does his thing and opens up the shoebox to reveal the knife. His eyes widen as he looks down upon it.]
I see... It certainly is just as you described. [He's not sure what he expected to feel when he finally saw it. It doesn't seem familiar to him in any way. The sight of the blood - the real, human idol blood - as dried as it was, sent a chill down his spine. But aside from that... it seemed like an ordinary knife.]
A standard size 5 kitchen knife. It's typically used for cutting birds. It... should not have been used in this way.
[ naegi doesn't watch byakuya as he opens up the box. he's looked at the knife enough already and when he has a suspicion on who the knife was used on... there's a sick, twisting feeling in his chest ]
No, it shouldn't have been...
[ he pauses, swallowing over a lump in his throat and his mouth going dry ]
... I think this was the knife that used to... kill someone. In that game.
[He frowns as he looks it over, offering a solemn nod. He can't bring himself to touch it; it feels like it would be akin to touching a cursed object.]
...Yes. Given the blood, there's practically no other explanation that would fit. [Unless it was just an attempted murder.
[That doesn't seem like it was easy to say. It can't be. He frowns sympathetically at Makoto.]
...I'm sorry.
The name isn't among those I've remembered. [But then, he oddly has yet to remember any of the people from Makoto and Kyouko's class.] So she was... the first one. [But what could it mean that Makoto got the knife? ...No, he couldn't stab a fly.]
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[ let's get this over with ]
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Were you followed?
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Followed? Um, I didn't really check...
[ was he supposed to because he really didn't... really... look around... ]
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That's fine. Now get in, quickly. [He'll move to snap the door shut the moment Makoto is inside.]
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Sorry, I didn't know that I should have watched for anyone following after me.
[ he definitely would have if he was told but you know, he just naturally assumed that he'll be okay. you'd think getting back 12928191 memories of a murder game, he'd be a little more cautious or wary of others... but he grabs one of the cups of coffee from the tray and holds it out to byakuya (it's sweetened like he asked) ]
Oh, here, this is yours.
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[But as the coffee is held out to him, he smiles and accepts it. He takes a moment to sniff it before he speaks.]
This will do nicely. You have my gratitude, Makoto.
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Do you really think it'd be a problem?
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I believe that it's possible for it be a problem. And thus, you can only stand to gain from considering and preparing for the possibility. Regardless, you're in a safe place now. You may display the blade without fear.
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It's in here.
[ when byakuya opens it, he'll find the kitchen knife that stabbed maizono (her blood all nice and dried up on it) wrapped up in an old towel ]
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I see... It certainly is just as you described. [He's not sure what he expected to feel when he finally saw it. It doesn't seem familiar to him in any way. The sight of the blood - the real, human
idolblood - as dried as it was, sent a chill down his spine. But aside from that... it seemed like an ordinary knife.]A standard size 5 kitchen knife. It's typically used for cutting birds. It... should not have been used in this way.
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No, it shouldn't have been...
[ he pauses, swallowing over a lump in his throat and his mouth going dry ]
... I think this was the knife that used to... kill someone. In that game.
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...Yes. Given the blood, there's practically no other explanation that would fit. [Unless it was just an attempted murder.
Byakuya levels a glance towards Makoto.]
Have you remembered anything regarding it?
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I think so. I think this was the knife that killed... [ he pauses as he has a really hard time trying to get out this name ] ... Sayaka Maizono.
Kyouko believed that she was the first murder victim.
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...I'm sorry.
The name isn't among those I've remembered. [But then, he oddly has yet to remember any of the people from Makoto and Kyouko's class.] So she was... the first one. [But what could it mean that Makoto got the knife? ...No, he couldn't stab a fly.]