A/N: Alrighty, here's the second chapter. Might be a few days 'till the third chapter, I still have to figure out how I'm going to have the rest of this play out. But no matter. Enjoy!
When Little Guy pulled into his driveway, he didn't recognize his surroundings at first. His own home seemed foreign to him; that wasn't right.
He opened his front door, stepping into the dark home. Closing the door and flipping on the lights, he glanced around. The nearly blank neutral colored walls and simple, uncreatively placed furniture was definitely his. Now he recognized them.
Wearily, he made his way down the hall and into his small bedroom, pushing the door open. The walls were beige with no pictures or posters adorning them. The dresser opposite the bed had two picture frames on it; one a picture of his parents when they were young and newly married, another of the three of them, when Little Guy was only four years old.
He had his father's fedora on his head, too big to fit him, so it fell over his eyes. He smiled goofily at the camera, his head tilted up as he tried to look over the brim of the hat. His mother, tall but slim and curvy with platinum blonde hair that cascaded down her back, hugged him tightly, her cheek pressed to his. His father was on the other side of him, his hand on Little Guy's shoulder and his dirty-blonde hair falling in his face, his muscles clearly visible through his black t-shirt.
He loved his parents, but they had died during his days of working for Delphi. His job hadn't gone according to plan, and Delphi didn't forgive mistakes. So they killed his parents.
It was only then that he realized how wrong working for Delphi was and that he needed to get out of there as soon as possible.
Throwing the unpleasant thoughts out of his mind, he flopped down onto his not-so-feathery bed, running his fingers through his hair.
He had broken up with his boss, with Dr. Kimishima. It honesty was in a fit of rage, he didn't mean to. But his emotions washed over him and burst out before he had time to think about what he was about so say.
Not that it would make any difference now. Once Dr. Kimishima made up her mind, there was no changing it. She hadn't made any move to stop him when he was leaving. There was no mistaking it.
His relationship was over.
Little Guy sat up, rubbing his temples. He had quit his job and no longer had an intelligent and incredibly sexy girlfriend that he got to make love to at least twice a week. That meant that he would no longer be able to see Dr. Kimishima or Alyssa.
He had ruined his life.
Heaving himself off of the navy blue comforter, he walked into his bathroom, which smelled faintly like lavender from the one time Dr. Kimishima had showered and slept at his house. Sighing heavily, he flipped on the lights and stripped off his clothes, stepping into the shower. The knob was turned and Little Guy was blasted with cold water before it eventually warmed up and began pounding against him, loosening his tense muscles. He breathed in the steam swirling around him, allowing it to fill his lungs. Not wanting to waste water he already didn't want to pay for, her quickly washed himself and shut off the shower, climbing out and wrapping his towel around his waist.
He froze when he heard a noise and quickly realized it was the sound of his annoyingly loud phone. Letting a stream of cool air escape his lips, he went back into his room with his hair and body still damp. He reached for the corded phone on his bedside table and picked it up.
"…Navel…" Little Guy's eyes went wide. He definitely recognized the voice, but it wasn't as it normally sounded. Instead it was weak and fragile, like the person had been crying to hours.
He took a deep breath, threading his fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. "Dr. Kimishima—"
"She's gone." He heard her voice waver and could feel the pain through the phone.
"What?" He asked, his voice quiet. He pressed the phone harder to his ear, straining to hear what Dr. Kimishima was saying.
"Alyssa. She's not here." He swallowed hard and his heart sped up. What had happened to her?
"Where is she?"
"I…I don't know. She was here when we were arguing. And when I came up the stairs after…after you left she was still there. Maybe she went outside and someone kidnapped her. I'm sorry for bothering you, I know you probably don't want to talk to me but…I didn't know who else to…" She let a sob escape her lips and when Little Guy heard it, a pain shot through his heart.
"Calm down. I'll be there as fast as I can." He slammed down the receiver and whipped the towel off of his body, drying himself as quickly as humanly possible, which really wasn't drying at all; more like swiping the fluff over his skin. He pulled on fresh boxers, a t-shirt and jeans, slipping on his running shoes and stuffing the laces down the sides of them. There was no time for tying shoes. Without bothering to dry his hair, he grabbed his keys and sprinted out the door.
He drove as fast as he could to Dr. Kimishima's house without majorly breaking the speed limit. Narrowly missing the mailbox as he pulled in, he tore the keys out of the ignition so fast that they almost flew out of his hand. He ran up to the front door, which was slightly ajar, and went inside to see Dr. Kimishima on the floor against the wall, her knees pulled up to her chest as she hugged them tightly.
"Navel?" She looked up at him and he could clearly see that her eyes were red and her makeup was smeared, making her look sort of like some kind of animal. He ran over and dropped to his knees.
"Dr. Kimishima…" She threw herself into his arms, crying. "I don't know what to do." She hiccupped, sobbing hard.
"First thing to do is not panic. You have to deal with this rationally."
"How can I?" She screamed. "This isn't just another flame that's flickered out, another case! This is my daughter!" She collapsed back against him, crying even harder now.
Little Guy wasn't sure what to say, so all he did was hold her as she cried.
Whoever did this was going to pay.
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