"When did my life become so hard? How did I get myself into this mess?"
"Most likely when you where young." My eyes twitched at the unwanted answer. I turned and glared at the detective crouched in the corner, gazing intently at his laptop screen.
"I WASN'T TALKING TO YOU!" I snapped, quite out of character, due to the fact that I was running on empty.
"Sorry," He said sarcastically. "I thought those questions were directed towards me, seeing that I'm the only other one here." I blinked and glanced around HQ to see he was right, all the other Task Force members had gone home.
"Boy," I whispered scratching the back of my neck. "I must have been really out of it."
"You were, every one said goodbye to you," he began, once again talking out of the blue to me, "and you never answered them." He said, turning towards me, in that quiet voice that could be taken for sadness. I felt a wave of quilt crash over me, giving me a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.
"I," I glanced towards the elevator that descended 23 str. Down. "I didn't?" I groaned leaning my head back and rubbing my face with my hands. "I feel like such a jerk!"
"Well, yes." My head snapped up and I glared at him.
"Are you calling me a jerk L!?" I demanded.
"Hmn, yes." His large eyes narrowed at me, causing me to grow nervous. "And for the last time Matsuda, call me Ryuzaki." I gulped.
"Yes, sorry L—I mean, Ryuzaki." END