Boys' Dorms

Meanwhile, Lack-Two frowns as he types in 'Interpol' on his phone, and skims through the information that's been recently updated, and registers some of the relevant bits:

Mysterious Deaths Leave Police Baffled

Nimbasa, Unovan Interpol

At Interpol, sources have admitted that they are quite...

"...as to what these crimes may point to, we're still in the blue."

"No new suspects either..." He sighs, entirely ignoring the seemingly uninteresting footage of his suspects displayed in front of him, much to Looker's surprise.

Looker bites his lips, as he sees the girl named Whi-Two start a small conversation with 'A', with her blushing steadily and stuttering a few thngs.

The two hug one last time, the man almost hurriedly, either because he wasn't used to doing that sort of thing, Looker assumes, or because he really wanted to get it over with.

Her shoulders droop when he whispers something in her ear, but she nods resignedly, anyway.

Looker now pulls his gaze away from the screen, straightening up as he watches Lack-Two, who's no doubt still straight up ignoring the screen.

Or it was too much a nuisance for him to wait through irrelevant scenes. Looker sighs.

Lack-Two scrolls down further on his phone, as drifts of information stick in his mind.

Serious Abductions

Undella

Under preliminary investigation

Looker somehow feels uncomfortable when he sees the green haired man walk away, (without apparently) bidding farewell to the girl, who now sits on her bench, a little too calm for any of it, or for her, to be normal.

"Sir, um," he clears his throat, finding it hard to speak, and eyes his superior. "He just left her, were they supposed to be planning something, I don't know...some kind of assasination, Sir? 'Cause they want to be together? or..."

Lack-Two rolls his eyes at him, "That's undoubtedly stupid, officer."

"Sorry."

And only now does Lack-Two put his phone away in his pocket, focusing his attention only on the Whi-Two who was slowly walking back in the school's direction, head bent as she inadvertently watches the ground.

"Young Love is only as lethal as you let it be, to be honest." Looker says, nodding sagely.

"Yes, glad to have solved that." Lack-Two mutters, an amused smile on his face.

"Anyways..." Lack-Two sighs, before continuing in a seemingly bored voice, "Has anyone else been killed yet?"

Looker's palm flies to his forehead.

"Er, Sir," his hand is still over his face, his tone coming out weary, "you know, just because some of the Interpol can't find connections, doesn't mean it's okay to want more crimes."

"That's not it..." Lack-Two puts down his headphones (from which he was admittedly listening to Whi-Two), and places them neatly beside the monitor. Looker, who'd tensed himself in hope that, had he been glared at, he'd fight back, still has to wait some time to let in the fact that Lack-Two wasn't angry.

"The deaths?" He begins again. Looker relaxes.

"Er, if it's technically just someone dying, there was one in Nimbasa, um, the circumstances were rather, peculiar...and it's still undergoing investigation, initiated by official Nimbasa Police." He looks briefly at his superior, who nods.

"Retired Inspector? Same division? Harvey?"

Looker smiles in agreement, which turns into a small grimace when he asses the fact that Lack-Two couldn't, possibly...

"He died yesterday, Sir."

Identify him, without looking at, the dead person.

"Interesting of you to know..."

Lack-Two hums out an exasperated breathe, "University life is boring sometimes, isn't it? The school work, abhorrently pre-school-ish. Rolling the dice and figuring out death probabilities helps."

Looker's eyes rise upward toward the sky.

"And I saw that."

"Anyways, of course he was a target, he was one of the few who'd actually infiltrated their ranks and came out whistling, they don't just let anyone escape."

Looker slowly turns back to his initial stance, and continues awkwardly, "Inspector Harvey, sixty-seven, found dead in his own bathroom, apparently no signs of intrusion, windows and doors locked from the inside, oh and um, no trace of any wounds, or scars, or physical injury."

"Says here that the forensics decided that the symptoms perfectly match those of Gastric Ulcer, inflammation, so they made a case of...oh, nice!"

"They did it! Case identified as natural death, probably old age..." Looker ends, his voice now slightly more soft.

"...Did they have time to do an autopsy?" He straightens his neck and finds Lack-Two glancing across at him, now having turned a one-eighty on his chair.

"No." Looker answers, confused.

"Well then," his watch immediately starts buzzing, and Lack-Two glances annoyedly at the name 'P' that was displayed on his tranceiver for a while, before finishing nonchalantly, "It's a murder, and the new outfit guys did it."

"What?!" But by then Lack-Two has already jumped over his chair, walked across the room, and is currently fixing a rope around his waist, his hands grabbing the roof of the window, preparing to jump from his windowsill.

"Now? Sir, you're going find those perpetrators, right now?"

Lack-Two looks over his shoulder for a while, taking off his jacket.

"No, Whi-Two." He answers.

~L~

Personality: Changed

Lack-Two makes out a whimper as he walks to and fro in front of Whi-Two's room, and then, deciding for himself, stops.

"I'm sorry," he whispers into the receiver beside the door, his eyes almost wet.

The voice transferred through in return is almost a cry.

"L-Lack-Two? What's wrong? You're here...what is it?!"

"No, it's just...we haven't gone out in a while... And I was beginning to think you'd..." He looks guiltily down at the ground, biting his lips.

"Forgotten me. But t-that' not true right? You wouldn't do that..."

"Or was it something I said?" He cries out.

Inspite of herself, Whi-Two feels crying, "N-no! That's not it! I'll go wherever you want..."

'She's getting a bit too emotional...' He thinks.

"If it's okay with you, do you, wanna talk about it?"

"Sure!" He says, now being inherently a lot more verbal and optimistic. He puts a behind his head, smiling (apparently) nervously.

Whi-Two immediately nods, and the door is quickly opened, and Lack-Two gives her an earnest thanks as he enters.

Whi-Two's just about to close the door, but smiles when she sees him presumably seeing the view outside her window,

"Do you want to open that?~ Go on ahea-"

But by then Lack-Two had already closed the window, pulling over the blinders, having peered out to see if the situation was clear, and starts pulling a pair of latex gloves over his hands as he walks to her desk.

Her smile disappears.

The girl can only blink, and remains frozen as she watches Lack-Two meticulously cross-examine the things in her drawer.

After a moment, he offers her a glance, "Sorry, I have to do this... Are you sure you don't have the drive with you?"

Whi-Two can only stammer.

His eyes again rove over her table, and his features turn into a frown as they do.

Finding nothing of any importance whatsoever, he turns to look at her.

"Oh my, I forget," he scans her for a moment, and his hand slips from the table, "I came here on behalf of the Interpol."

He walks up to her, one hand holding up his ID, as he eyes her seriously, "Rank, Superintendent..."

He frees his hand off his gloves, returning those and the identification card back into his jeans' pocket as he did so.

"You've been charged guilty of associating with an illicit organisation, nurturing codes most likely to be used for criminal activities, and keeping important data hidden from the government."

He then sighs, "I have the warrant for immediate arrest, you have the right to remain silent, or..."

"Maybe you could explain some of this, any of this..."

The girl shakes her head, and what was previously a look of extreme hurt and bewilderment, is now an undecipherable expression.

Lack-Two hides his surprise well.

"I guess you have nothing to say..." He trails off.

She looks down, locks of brown falling down beside her ears, her face hidden by the pink visor.

"I don't know..." She whispers, and then looks up at him, feeling like she's getting even more confused by the second. Or maybe the world was just turning around, and it didn't, make any sense.

But then again...

When has she ever been able to make sense of her life-wars?

"'Fight, fight'," she begins, Lack-Two throws her an inquiring look, "that's the only reason I can give you."

He continues holding her in a questioning look until she good gives, "It's code for 'get out there in the battle ground, there are cruel people out there'..."

"Not that I ever believed it, but I was too blind to believe it... and only because of a man."

"Arrest me, then."

~L~

Whi-Two looks behind her at the door, almost expecting company, and when she finds none, she looks at him.

"You're alone?"

Lack-Two looks spent.

"Do you think I'd possibly bring backup to a school? Too much havoc going around for that. Anyways..." He stands up from his half-kneeling position, where he'd been checking her hands one last time.

"...we've yet to receive confirmation about Team Plasma's reboot, and unless circumstances prove otherwise, any evidence related to it is best kept top-secret, don't you think?"

She smiles bitterly, "So you're going to arrest me, on the day of the graduation ceremony, nice(!)"

He ignores her, and taps something on his watch, before looking up at Whi-Two with a smile.

"I'm not letting you miss the graduation~" He coos, being very much like his flirtatious alter-ego.

"I've arranged it." And when she sighs, he releases her hand.

The next few words from him almost come out as a drone, "We're going at night, obviously, or the students would suspect."

He flashes her a smile, "Also, how convenient: end of the year, drama's over," he glances briefly at her, "but for now, I'm afraid you're still under my watch."

~L~

"Is there any point in asking where we're going?" She moans, and sinks even further in seat, watching lights in the school dim, and sensing Lack-Two approach from behind.

"No." He replies, playfully..

"You know..." A sound as he opens the door at the front and slips into the seat next to her, "You and me setting off, at this time of the night, in your car, people will," she gulps.

"...talk."

"And when have they ever done anything else?" Is his very blatant reply.