Game of Life
Summary – Name? Codi "Codes" Connors. Age? 23. Gender? Female. Hobbies? Complaining about past lives and flipping the bird at the law.
Chapter Four – Surprise!
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It took about an hour, if I counted right, for English Professor to waltz on in the room with hands shoved in his pockets and slouch as horrible as ever.
Of course, he was upside down, considering I was sprawled sideways on the bed with my head hanging off the edge.
English Professor faltered, enormous eyes slightly wider—if that were even possible—before he snapped out of it and gained a dull look. "Well?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Can I talk to L? Because seriously, I didn't do anything. I'm just a harmless gypsy who lost her way to Notre Dame."
Pretty damn lost if you ask me.
Shut up!
"You've been rather horribly lost for the past six years, then." English Professor said bluntly as he closed the door behind him. The immediate exclamation of Rape! was made by my conscious, though I ignored it as I crossed my arms. "I don't have a map." I spat back.
Congratulations, you just won the first award for Lamest Answer Ever.
I told you to shut up!
"Would you like one?" English Professor gained an innocent—too innocent—look as I shot him the Mother of All Death Glares. And trust me. That's one glare you do not want to be on the receiving end of. "Now." English Professor heaved himself up onto the chair sitting diagonally from the foot of the bed, his back to me, turned and settled down in a crouch, cupping his knee with one hand and chewing on the thumb of his other hand. "Let's start with your name, shall we?"
"Chewbacca." I uncrossed my arms and let them hover above me, hands hanging limply, an 'I'm-only-grinning-stupidly-because-I-want-to-annoy-you,' look planted on my face. English Professor didn't make one noise of annoyance, however, simply stared at me with his raccoon-owl-eyes.
"I suggest your cooperation. It will make things easier for both of us." He said around his thumb—which was now hooked on his bottom lip as he seemed dissatisfied with nibbling on his nail—with absolutely no emotion whatsoever in his tone. Again with the 'cooperation' shit. I snorted and re-crossed my arms. "Codes Connors. Wait, no, Connors Codes, since apparently Japan decided that it likes to have its names backwards."
Normally I don't give away my name so easily. But hey, maybe some sort of cooperation might convince him to let me go. I could always dye my hair if he decided to sell me out to the cops (that along with the fact Codes was a nickname).
You know you don't want to leave him again.
Shut the fuck up already!
"Why were you attempting to hack my computer?" English Professor went on like I'd never made my little comment. I scowled. "Hey, bud, there was no attempting about it, I got access to that shit. Until somebody decided to send his butler to kidnap me." English Professor, of course, was unaffected.
"Watari is not my butler, and he didn't kidnap you." English Professor reached behind him, and in some sort of way that defied the laws of physics, pulled out a thick, leather bound book between his thumb and forefinger. He tossed it with little effort, where it landed open on the bed, and I almost choked on my own spit.
Oh shit.
Instantly, I shot up and found myself upright as I cringed. Photos of a younger English Professor—and pretty much a younger me—sat on the open page. I felt like a little kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar. I sat cross-legged, holding one ankle with both hands, and rocked back and forth, biting my lip so hard I think I drew blood.
"Please, explain how you gained possession of those photos, or more precisely, why." English Professor said. His big-ass eyes stared intensely, right past my soul and into my very core. And let me tell you, I felt kinda violated.
"Internet?" I squeaked, yet another 'I'm-a-horrible-liar-please-don't-kill-me' grin on my face. English Professor didn't take that, oh no. He didn't take that all. Instead, he stood so quickly I didn't even see him move, and shoved his wide-eyed face into mine, our noses about two inches from touching. The exclamation of "holy fuck!" left my mouth before I could stop it.
Probably would've hit my head on the ceiling if it weren't so high, too.
"How do you know Lucy?" He demanded. I couldn't help but notice how he said do instead of did, like the little girl in question was still alive and standing outside the door, intently listening in with a silent snicker at the fact she hadn't been caught yet. I almost snorted at the thought.
"Look buddy. Do and did. Present and tense. There's a difference. She's dead, so ultimately it would be past tense which equals did." I placed my hands on his shoulders—ignoring the fact he went as still as an inanimate object—and slowly pushed him away. "Ever hear of something called grammar school? Listen, you've got your secrets and I've got mine. It's a very complicated procedure of how I knew Lucy, and I'm not gonna bother trying to explain. Now I'll just be going, thank you for your time and goodbye good sir."
Through that stupid little speech—if you want to call it that—I grabbed the book slowly inched off the bed and toward the door. English Professor stood at the foot at the bed, one hand in his mouth and the other in his pocket, as usual, watching me with and almost childlike curiosity. My hand waved pathetically behind me for the doorknob, before I finally got hold of it and opened the door, scurrying out the tiny crack and slamming it behind me as I took off down the hall. Watari was in the main room, hands folded in front of him patiently. Is his mustache smiling at me?
"Yeah so he said I had the all clear to leave so thanks for the ride and I'll just be taking my leave okay thanks bye!" The words rushed out all at once, so poor Watari probably had to take a minute of standing there to figure out what I said as I opened and slammed that door and took off running down that hall. To my complete and utter relief, no one was on or attempted to get on the elevator my whole ride down to the lobby, where I practically sprinted past the lady at the front desk—who leaned over the surface to stare at me incredulously—and almost made it to the door.
Instead, I hit the chest of the last person I wanted to run into. Guy-Who-Just-Happened-To-Be-A-Cop.
Crap!
Oh yeah. Fluent in over twenty different languages of curse words and the best you can come up with to describe the situation is 'crap.' You are a complete and utter genius.
I thought I told you to shut up!
"H-Hey, I know you!" He yelped as I stumbled backwards. "Oh, thank God! I've just been kidnapped, but I managed to get away in time! It's this old dude in a butler suit with a mustache and glasses! But no, he's just the henchman! The real culprit is this-this-this freaking Quasimodo copycat with gravity—no—physics defying hair and this insane way of sitting! Y'know, he not only kidnapped me, he took my private property!"
At the end of my little ramble I lifted the book and shook it for emphasis as Happened-To-Be-A-Cop stood there and blanched. "Um… Do… Do you mean Ryuzaki?" He asked slowly. My eyes widened and I let out a quiet "Oh…"
Well I'll be damned.
That was certainly an interesting piece of information to gain. Thanks, Guy-Who-Just-So-Happened-To-Be-A-Cop.
It seemed Happened-To-Be-A-Cop suddenly remembered where he knew me from, for he immediately whipped out a pair of handcuffs from absolutely nowhere and made a mad swipe for my wrists. I yelped and jumped backwards, digging my fingers into the spine of the leather bound book. Since Happened-To-Be-A-Cop was blocking the door, I couldn't make my miraculous getaway. This meant I was stuck between Cop or Kidnapper.
My chances dived for Kidnapper.
Spinning on my heel, I once again sprinted past the lady at the desk, who let out a small shriek of surprise as Happened-To-Be-A-Cop practically flew after me. Deciding fuck it, I dived for the elevator, slamming my fist repeatedly on the button. The doors finally opened with a helpful ding! I dived inside and did the same thing for the top floor button as I did for the one before. The door closed just as Happened-To-Be-A-Cop reached out to stop them.
I certainly did not expect him to run up the entire thing of stairs do he could catch up with me.
He was sweaty and panting, hair tousled and suit tie wrinkled. But when I made a mad dash for English Professor's door, Happened-To-Be-A-Cop still came after me. Hey, you! With all that energy after running up God knows how many stairs! You're not human!
I'd just managed to kick the door open when Happened-To-Be-A-Cop tackled me from behind, sending us both crashing into the hotel room. Watari stood next to the door, and the old man casually reached over and shut it like nothing happened. I cursed loudly, wriggling around pitifully, book stuck under my stomach. Happened-To-Be-A-Cop let out a small groan, rubbing his forehead where he'd slammed it on the floor as he sat up. It didn't help he was straddling me while I was lying on my chest like a bound human sacrifice.
"You fucking suck! All of you, you fucking suck!"I yelled. My face promptly buried itself in the floor in frustration and slight defeat. "I just wanted a conference with L, son of a bitch." My words were muffled by the floor, but clear enough. Happened-To-Be-A-Cop exchanged glances with English Professor—wait, sorry, Ryuzaki—who of course was as emotionless as before.
"I'm afraid that isn't possible." Said Ryuzaki with his mouth full. I looked up to see him devouring a plate of little cakes and candy bits. "And why the Hell not?" I snarled, ignoring Happened-To-Be-A-Cop's gesture of slowly cringing. Ryuzaki nibbled his thumb as his eyes rolled up to the ceiling, like all living entities around him either disappeared or just weren't worth his attention.
He finally came back down with, "You've already received one."
Have you ever had one of those moments where you're just half-asleep and someone's talking to you about something important, but you don't quite process the words until about thirty seconds after? And then you either freak out about it or simply sit there staring blankly at who was talking to you?
The former took control of the situation.
"Holy fucking shit fuck!"
Merry late Christmas and happy New Year!
I probably won't publish until 2014, but granted if my mother lets me keep the computer, I might, let me repeat that, MIGHT be able to publish the fifth (omaigawd my baby's growing ;0;) chapter at midnight sharp.
Review and stay tuned!
~ Bookworm210