AN: Alright new story! We'll see how far this one gets. Don't count on it, too much.
Read and review, I could use some good news, xP
"I swear I didn't do it!" Her voice had escalated from a mere whisper to a full on scream as she banged her fist on the table. Her blood shot eyes and tear stained face showed no signs of weakness, only anger and frustration. The supply of tears in her eyes had been exhausted, and she found expressing her frustration through her voice was much less painful. Her fist clenched tighter as the detective placed his right hand on the cold metal table, leaning down so the two were face to face.
He narrowed his eyes, "Yumi Ishiyama, you expect me to believe that you took no part in this crime? Your fiancé is dead, killed in your own living room, with a knife from your kitchen, doors locked. Your alibi doesn't check out, and we've got a witness willing to testify she saw you leave the house after the approximated time William was killed." He leaned in closer to her face, "You still sticking to your story?"
She snarled, "I wouldn't kill him, I love him. I loved him." Her long nails pierced into the palms of her hands, droplets of blood leaked out of the cuts. Yumi winced. "Why won't you believe me? Where's my lawyer. I want my lawyer!" her chair slid backwards as she pushed against the table, which was bolted into the floor. She stood, and faced the drab grey wall. The detective sighed and turned towards the door, whispering something to his colleague, who exited and scurried down the hall. The click of his thick sole shoes echoed in her ears, until it slowly faded into silence.
"Why did you do it?"
"I'm not talking without my lawyer." She pulled the chair back to the table and plopped down lazily. Her eyes darted quickly to the floor
He rolled his eyes, "So be it. You're only putting off the inevitable." Mimicking her, he dragged a heavy chair over to the table, placed so the black faced the table. He sat across from her, leaning on his elbows which rested on the top of the chair.
Slowly, she lifted her head, "Who are you?" He smirked.
"Your worst enemy. Why?"
She snorted and rolled her eyes. "I may as well know who you are, since you are so set on ruining my life. I'm serious, who are you?"
He rested his head in the palms of his hands, "Detective Harloy. My partner is Detective Wilson. He's contacting your lawyer now." Yumi nodded and returned to looking at the hard floor. Harloy's hard eyes continued to examine her from his seat across the table.
As the door busted open, both parties twisted their heads to look at who had arrived. Jumping from her seat, Yumi nearly knocked over the chair, "Mr. Stern! I am so glad to see you. They don't believe me, they don't believe me!" She was outraged, suddenly in hysterics as she fell into her lawyer's arms.
"Calm down, Yumi. We'll settle this. Sit down, common. We'll get you a drink of water." She nodded, searching blindly with her left hand for the chair, clinging to Ulrich with her right. Gently, he sat her down in the chair, nodding at Mr. Wilson to get a glass of water for is client.
Mr. Harloy's cold eyes pierced through Yumi "So Mrs., or Ms. Ishiyama, tell us what happened that night, then."
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Aimee