CLASSROOM OF THE ELITE: OnE ShOTs

She deserved justice

"I see, anyone else?" I asked, we were nearing our class and for a moment he thought.

"Actually, Junko Furuta san. She comes in earlier and she told everyone about how you are usually the first in."

I didn't listen to any other words and froze, the concrete-encased high school girl murder case. The Junko Furuta case that rocked Japan. Now, all the memories of the details of the case returned to me. The name of the school, the perpetrators and the police who were so incompetent that they failed.

"Junko san huh... can I ask you something, did Hiroshi Miyano approach her recently?" I asked that question, I thought I would sound monotone, maybe emotionless but I was shaky, I guess in my hosts body they don't reflect how I would feel in my original body.

"Yeah? Why? I mean he keeps on making advances towards her but she would never reciprocate it you know. She's never been in a serious relationship before." He told me something I already knew and honestly I couldn't even respond back.

I was already bitter about what would happen, mostly because I couldn't intervene even if I wanted to. If this is a dream then yes I will, but it wouldn't change what already happened. But if it isn't a dream and I intervened... what would happen in the future...

I was silent, he seemed to notice but I opened the door and walked in. I scanned the room, if I remembered correctly Junko san and Hiroshi weren't in the same class. When he approached her it would probably be during break or lunchtime. I may not be as friendly with Junko san, well I don't know if we talk to each other but I want to do one good deed.

To not allow someone's life and freedom be stolen by another man's cruelty.

I quickly approached her, if I wanted to make sure of her safety. Despite all the risks of obstructing the future, I wouldn't care as long as my one good deed helped save another persons life, that my whole life could not be shaped by a past of misfortune and destruction. If anything, I hoped that this deed would humanise me. If I had the power to stop someone's death... it would be hers.

"Hey, Junko san." I never heard her voice before, nor do I think a recording exists but she was in front of me looking outside.

"Hm? Hello Hitoshi san." My given name... well she was said to be popular with her classmates so I guess Miyamura might be a friend or close associate. "By the way, there is no need to call me by my family name, just call me Furuta with honorific's of course."

"Oh, right I forgot, sorry Furuta san." For some reason I couldn't get another word out. Then without a moments forgiveness the bell rang that signalled the beginning of homeroom.

The teacher waltzed in and like I was taught in the white room, sit at the table and wait. Except, this was the first time I was going to school. Either Miyamuras habits were clashing with my own habits in the white room so I didn't realise that I had been acting how he was acting...

Either way, I think I figured out my storyline. Why I was transferred in this body. Nobody was able to help her out. Junko Furuta was unfortunately forced to suffer 44 days of rape and torture and nobody batted an eye until it was already too late. Sadly, how could they even? She was forced to call her parents and give an excuse as to why she was missing. Parents were afraid of their own children. She was unfortunate. I guess, if anything I have to render those events which led to her demise mute. To save her I have to start now and maybe in the end I will return to where I belong.

Class went by, two hours and every minute I spared glance after glance at Junko san. I don't know her, Miyamura does and I am not going to pretend I am her friend. I am just here to save her, she is a girl who deserves justice and I if I can give her that I will be grateful for the opportunity.