“Hello, Ms. Bennet.” L sat there, confounded at Kara’s reaction. “So. How’d it go?”
Chapter 6
There sitting on the floor of an empty hotel suite, sat a computer, with the works, desktop, hard rive, all that crap. The screen was white with one huge L plastered across it, gothic style. A microphone lay forlornly in front of the computer, begging to be used. You also guessed that the computer was rigged with a camera to see you every motion.
“Speak into the microphone in front of you.”
You quivered in pure rage.
Ever so slowly you picked up and flicked the switch upwards to speaking mode, “How…dare…you!”
“Pardon?”
“You’re a son of a frickin’ bitch!”
“What is the need for the crude language?”
“What’s with the crude language? Ha! I’ll tell you what’s with the language! You want to meet me face to face, so badly that you threaten to drag me out of my own hotel suite, kicking and screaming, if I’m correct. Yet when I get here, look what I find, just a damn computer!” you practically screeched. From the corner of your eye you saw the old man flinch.
~I hope L flinched too. No scratch that, I hope he fell out of his fucking chair!
~If he has one…
~SHUT THE HELL UP!
~Shutting up.
“Could you please calm down, M-”
“CALM DOWN?!! EXCUSE ME, BUT I HAVE THE RIGHT TO BE PISSED!!” this time you winced, realizing how loud you were getting. Your voice went down three octaves to a low hiss. “You lied to me and made me follow your orders like a damn dog, letting me think you would actually come out in the open for once. I hate when people like you trick me.”
“What do you mean people like me?” his tone was still stoic.
More fuel was added to the fire with that last question.
~How the hell can he be so stoic when I’m cursing him out. Damn him!
“Oh, the great L can’t figure it out?! What a shame!” sarcasm soaked every syllable.
You lightly placed the microphone on the floor, keeping it on, so he could still hear you. You kept your tone calm and unemotional, mimicking him, and crossing your arms for more effect, “Cowards. Cowards like you. The ones that hide behind something because they’re too fuckin’ scared to face anyone,” your voice began to slowly rise in intensity. “I have no respect for your type, never have and never will. You have no right to be a detective, when you don’t risk your life for the people you’re protecting!”
Again realizing how much your voice was rising, you quickly went back to an indifferent tone, yet this one was slightly bitter, “It’s even more hysterical that your too scared to show your face to a detective. How sad.”
You waited for a rebuttal, but none came. So you finished what you started.
“Don’t contact me again. If you do I will personally hunt you down. Now if you excuse me, I have an actual life to get back to.”
And with that you turned on your heel and left.
Not before flipping him the birdie, behind your back.
***
~How could such a young lady have so much rage?
~I wonder why?
~She didn’t give in as I was hoping, either.
~It seems that I‘ll have to do it…
***
“Shut it,” you flopped onto the couch, next to Ness.
“Not good, huh? Jelly bean?” Ness extended a new extra large bag of her favorite treat towards you.
“Whatever…” you grumbled slumping farther down into the couch.
“Ok, you mope. What happened?”
“He didn’t show up.”
“What?! He stood you up?!” she cried, unfortunately with a full mouth of jelly beans.
“Yep.”
“But, I thought you guys were a couple?!”
***
The following scene has been deleted for violent content.
***
As the smoke cleared, the room was in total disarray. Jelly beans were scattered across the room, furniture was upturned, and Ness was on her back with a bloody nose. You stood over her with a new copy of Elle magazine, (1) with the intent to kill.(2)
Just as Ness was going to meet her end, you saw something slide under the door in your peripheral vision. You halted your homicidal rage and stalked over to the door and picked up a slightly bulky envelope. Your name was scrolled across the front in some rather lanky cursive.
~This better be important.
Inside was a letter that read.
Dear Ms. Bennet,
It seems we have gotten off on the wrong foot. Inside this envelope are two tickets to Japan. I will be expecting you.
Ms. Armstrong can come as well.
L
Sure enough there were two first class tickets leaving for Japan in four hours.
~Desperate, isn’t he?
(1) I’m not a big fan of girly/gossip magazines, I just used that because it’s so heavy! That would really hurt if someone hit you with it.
(2) I know I used that in the last chapter, but I love that saying.
Sugar Coated Kisses, Chapter 6, Cowards and Plane Tickets.
WARNING: MATURE LANGUAGE, DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE. Also, if you report it, I'll be beyond upset, because I put up a poll, asking if you guys didn't mind cursing, and no one objected. SO DON'T REPORT IT. Thanx for understanding.Sugar Coated Kisses
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