I'm really sorry for the delay. In the last chapter, I admit, I made some mistakes :D. I really meant something like chuckle. No, really! Enjoy!

Genius

Chapter 2

THE NEXT MORNING

(House)

'Would you like some tea?' a woman asked, waking me up.

'Young people these days… They have no respect. Why'd you wake me?' I said.

'We arrived in Hamburg, SIR' the flight attended told me.

'That's more like it' I said, trying to annoy her even more.

I didn't have the chance, because she left. Weak. I got up from my seat, and got my bags. I exited the airport and took a cab to the address that was given to me. Complete discretion advised. After a few minutes, the taxi stopped it front of a big corporate-looking building, entirely covered in glass.

(W&L)

The doorbell rang. Watari went to answer it, while I was checking the data that he had sent me. The virus had no connection to any other virus ever analyzed. No parents, no relatives. Poor little virus. As I was reading the report, I heard Dr. House's voice.

'God, do they make bad hamburgers in Hamburg. Now, THAT'S ironic.'

(House)

Before I complained about the hamburger, which was really bad, I saw an old man, wearing a long coat, glasses, and a hat. He looked like he was going out.

'Hello. I am Watari' he said. 'You must be Doctor House.'

'Shh. I'm being followed by the CIA. From now on, you must call me "House". Without the "doctor" part. That should confuse 'em.' I whispered, but the man didn't even smile.

'Please, make yourself comfortable. Your apartment is down the hall.' he said.

We had the entire penthouse all for ourselves. Floor 37. Nice view.

'Ryuuzaki! I am leaving.' he said.

'Ok.' the answer came.

I limped in the other room to see a man sitting in an awkward position, hugging his knees. He resembled a zombie, actually. Except for the rotten flesh. That would`ve alerted someone who would come to scrape the soul-less remains from the chair. Or, better, someone could just burn the whole thing. But what if… wow, now I sounded like a writer. The young, sleep-deprived man seemed to detect my thoughts and my lack of attention, so he didn't bother to speak. As soon as I ended that thought, he started speaking:

'Hello. I am L. You must be Doctor House.'

'Oh my God! You`re alive?! I thought you were a wax sculpture or something.' A zombie. I said, simulating a rather convincing shock. 'I prefer, simply, House.'

'For the convenience of our investigation and for security reasons, I will ask you to call me Ryuuzaki from now on. It has been proved that a high level of comfort between people participating in an investigation increases investigational and intellectual efficiency and performance with over 26.935324521%' The apparently-dead-but-in-fact-living man said.

Percent? 'Ok, Ryuuzaki.' I complied.

'Oh, I detect a very good Japanese pronunciation.' He said.

'Yes. I have had some tangencies with Japanese culture.' I replied. I looked over his shoulder and I saw what appeared to be my file on his table. 'As you probably know.' I said.

'Yes. You must understand that, for the purpose of this investigation, I had to be sure that the person that we select is properly qualified and that there is no reason for suspicion. As you may have read in the newspapers, my death would be… let's say… profitable… for many people.' He explained.

' I see that you have a sweet tooth.' I said, mesmerized by the huge stacks of sugar cubes and other various sweets that covered most of the free space in the room.

'Yes. You know, the brain consumes sugar, so, if you think enough, you can't get fat. Oh, you must know that, being a doctor.'

'That's theoretically correct.' I said, "admiring" his thin physiognomy.

'You must excuse me now, I have work to do. Please, go see your apartment. We have the best room service you can get. Trust me. I will contact you.' He said, redistributing the 1% of his attention that he used to talk to me to other activities. Mainly, adding huge amounts of sugar to coffee and stirring, while closely watching some monitors.

I limped out of the room, and the door closed behind me.

This is going to be interesting.