This is ridiculous...
I have been at the local police station since...God knows how long! Just hoping someone will come in with some kind of information.
" , Theres a phone call for you on line 1."
I gave the mid aged women a fake smile as she handed me a phone. "Who is it?"
"Miss Misa Amane, Sir." She informed before trodding off through the crowded police station. I stared a moment at the phone then pressed "End Call". I don't have the time nor the will power to listen to THAT girl right now.
Turning my attention back to a stack of papers I was observing earlier. Forfeited, I threw them harshly down to the desk angrily. My head was thumping and my eyes stung from the stale air. Phones ringing off the hook and surrounded by several voices gave me a headache. "Its to early for this." I mumbled aloud.
Just when I got the appealing thought of "The Hell with it!" The woman from earlier. returned with a homely looking man. Following closely behind her. "Sir, This is , He may have a connection to the "Miheal Keehl Case"." My stomach did a flip flop from her words and my headache instantly vanished. "Well, I'm more then happy to meet you . Tell me, how do you THINK you have a connection?" I asked slightly sarcastically.
"Well, Uh, . First off, I own a small taxi business in down town-"
"Yes, YES, The point !" I hissed threw my teeth. I'm not interested in this losers low quality Business.
"I was getting to that." He said slowly, clearly aggravated. "As I was saying-"
"Sir. Phone call for you. Its Miss Misa Amane, again" The women interrupted. Handing me another phone. I growled for a response this time. I took it, ended the call and laid it on the desk in one clean motion.
"Proceed." I said strangely calm. Anger and excitement boiling up in me.
"Well, Like I said I own a taxi business. I was parked some where down town New York a few days ago.-" I wanted him to cut to the chase, but I waited patiently for him to speak. " I was actually about to doze off when all of a sudden I heard some kid yell something then waved me down."
I held my breath taking in and consuming each word he spoke carefully. Reciting what he experienced days earlier.
"I was dumb struck for a moment. Then I noticed he was hauling someone on his back."
I leaned in closer. My eyes bore into his distant ones. Wishing I could see what he experienced.
"I jumped out of the cab and asked what happened? Is he okay? Should I take you to the hospital? But The young man just shouted back an address and basically told me to step on it. I didn't know what to do. I mean, the young man could have been crazy or had a gun. I didn't want to go against someone who was carrying around a bleeding body. So I took him to where he wanted." He sighed and raked a hand threw his hair.
"what did the man look like?" I asked instantly. Watching his every reaction.
"He was around 18... I don't know maybe older. Red hair. He was covered in dirt so it was hard to see his face. Oh and he wore these...these goggle like glasses. Strange attire."
I leaned back angry. This could be any psycho killer. Doesn't mean it has anything to do with Miheal. I sighed and rubbed my eyes in defeat.
"And the man he carried was severely burned. There was debris. It looked like. On both men."
My eyes shot back open. Burned? Debris? That equals explosion!
"Did you get a good look at the injured man?" I asked suddenly.
"Emmmm...not...not really." He confessed. "I didn't bring this up to the police till now, Cause today on the news I heard about that old office building explosion. I just guess maybe he was some how connected to it." He said with a shrug.
I smiled satisfied. Now were getting some where!
"Could you give me that address again, sir?" I asked bringing out a pen and paper.
"Sure can. I never forget an address!"
As I wrote down with much enthusiasm. That women came back for a round 4. Looking a bit miffed. She handed the phone without saying a word and walked of.
"Excuses me for a minute." I growled and took a couple steps away.
"Misa! I-"
"Ooooooo! Lighty poo, Some how we lost connection a minute ago. I hope you-"
"Be quiet! Listen. I got some great news, babe. I think I finally found that bastard." I smiled wickedly, gripping the address in my hand dangerously.
Matts POV
It would appear that Mello was finally getting his head on straight, but out of no where he'd just go right back to being...being weird. Its been about a week since the night of the find of my new room mate. His wounds were starting to heal, but he would have the gruesome scars forever. He was actually remembering the basics, which I'm very glad about. I was getting really tired of helping him with a bath,teeth brushing, clothes changing, hair brushing, reading, writing..ect But He's doing much better. If you call that better. He still couldn't recall anything that earlier week. As a matter of fact. He doesn't recall NOTHING before last week. I wish I could help him remember, but me knowing nothing of this man. What good could I help?
The day is Tuesday. The time 6:30. I Was currently in the kitchen tempting to cook us a meal. I gotten into the habit of cooking lately. Since I had a guest. Which is not normal for me. But I guess its alright. It kinda soothes my mind. And I did actually enjoy myself. That is if it doesn't turn into a disaster. I threw some herbs onto the red Delicious looking meat and squished in some eggs and other ingredients. Read over the directions every now and then making sure I was doing everything right. Or I hoped any way.
"Hope you like Meatloaf. Harder then hell to make!" I warned.
Mello, Who was loafing on the couch reading one of my text books. He narrowed his eyes then laughed, which sounded more like a cough. "Wouldn't really know. I have no idea what it is." he sighed, Never taking his eyes of the book. Flipping the pages every few minutes. I don't see why he freely reads those things. I have to latterly force myself. I sighed and shook my head at the blop called meatloaf in the making. As I smooshed and squished the meatloaf. Mixing the ingredients vigorously. I listened to the News on the tv, Since Mello wasn't being very entertaining.
"Last Friday afternoon in Down town New York an abandoned Office building exploded. Crushing other smaller buildings and burning them down. The cause and who was responsible is currently unknown. Police are working hard on gathering enough information on-"
I looked up from the blob I was smooshing. The morning news replaying itself for the later watchers caught my attention. The woman stood in front of a pile of rubble and charred looking bricks. Air got caught in my throat when I realized that the burnt rubble was the place where I found Mello!
"If you have any information please contact us-"
I listened confused and worried. Not sure what to do. Should I contact the police? But He told me not to... Maybe he's an escaped convict? But maybe he somehow got tangled in on the whole thing innocently and is just trying to keep hidden and out of trouble. ugh! I don't know what to do!
Mello didn't seem to even notice the Tv. Flipping threw the pages of that damn book.
"Hey Mels," I caught his attention and pointed at the television. He stared at the screen for a few minutes and shrugged uninterested. "yeeeeaaaah?"
I sighed and shook my head and he want back to reading. I hoped it would jog a memory, but I guess not. Bummer...
I wish I knew what to do...
I finished up my meatloaf blob and stuck it in the oven. Setting the alarm and went to plop next to the burnt blond. I decided against doing something educational. Like working on homework. I whipped out my PSP and started playing mindless fun games. We sat in silence for a while. Until I noticed lights flashing that weren't coming from my game, but out the window instead. Theres no denying the blue and white flashing lights of a police car. Paranoid from the news I seen. I got up and peeked out my window. A tall brunette walked up the stairs straight to my door with a few men tailed him. Panicked, I raced back towards the blond and grabbed him by the front of his shirt and dragged him to the back door. Surprised he grabbed hy hand and twisted it back making me let go.
"Oooow! Dude let go!"
"What are you doing?!" he asked anger making him puff up.
"Uh..." I didn't really have a good answer, but I always listened to my gut and it was telling me "OVER REACT".
"Just go hide! I'll tell you later." I hissed. Pushing him out the door. "But, Matt there's no where to hide.. Its a dead ended balcony!" I ignored him and slammed the door in his face. Making sure there were no evidence of Mellos stay. I then ran back to the sofa, turned my PSP on and started playing. I took a deep cleansing breath to chill my nerves.
My heart jumped in my throat when a knock echoed threw the living room. I slowly got up trying to act natural.
Its aaaaall good. Its only the POLICE! I cursed myself and opened the door. I opened my mouth to greet but I was cut short by the brunette.
"Good evening. Mind If I ask you a few questions?" He hissed.
I stared, taken aback by his bluntness. His Dark chocolate eyes bore into mine. Neither of us blinked. His wide eyed glare slowly shrank into icy slights. As I starred with my mouth ajar like an idiot. I swallowed hard. Trying to hide my nerves. I pulled out my regular arrogant attitude and used it to hide behind.
"Only if you can ask nicely." I smirked and shut the door in there faces. Waiting for a replay I heard some whispering and a growl of protest. Then a softer knock came from behind.
I opened the door and leaned on it. The other hand resting on my hip.
"Hello...em Sir. My name is Matsuda." He bowed timidly. "Were with the New York police department. Weve been investigating on the explosion that happened a week ago. Em last Friday to be exact." he stumbled on his words.
"Who's we." I avoided his gaze by looking down at my pants digging for a cigarette pack.
"Er..huh?...oh I'm sorry. This is and this is..-"
"I'm Detective Yagami. And were here to ask you questions. Will. You. Let. Us. In." He growled shoving his way in front of Matsuda.
"Okay, okay!" I waved my hands in front of me. " But you might want to hurry. I tend to close the door on Dudes who waste my time. But...I guess you'd be used to that, Wouldn't you?"
Yagami's eyes flew open then landed into dangerous slights. as he bore his teeth. "Why you..-"
I was about to shut and lock the door, when the guy, matsuda, introduced as, Mogi. Stepped in and put an arm in front of the pissed Detective. They both glared daggers at each other but it ended as soon as it began.
"Make your selves at home!" I turned and walked to the couch and left them standing at the door.
"Thank you for inviting us into your home on such a short notice." Matsuda bowed again.
Leaving Mogi at the front door. The blistered Detective eyed his surroundings, which made me uncomfortable. He marched over and perched himself onto the recliner in front of me. He smirked then crossed his arms. Then leaned forward and raised a brow.
"Now tell me Mr..uh?"
"Matt Jeevas at your service." I sloppily saluted as I pulled out my lighter.
"Yes, Well, Mr Jeevas-"
"Matt."
"...What?"
"Matt, Call me, Matt." I smiled. "May I?" I held up my cigarette I was about to light.
He starred irritated then nodded with a wave of his hand.
"Yes. Now as I was saying. Were you any ware around Jefferson Street last Friday night of the explosion?" He eyed the extra pair of shoes at the door. I felt butterfly's rise to my throat. "And can you-"
"Op! Hold that thought. Gotta check on the chow." I jumped from my seat and glided to the oven. Even though I knew it wasn't close to being done. I was staling now. They were asking me questions Id have to lie about. I grabbed a cloth and examined the uncooked meat. Or...maybe This was a way I could learn a thing or two. hmm? I gently shoved the meat back in and hopped back onto the sofa.
"Emmm nope. I never even heard of the place." I fidgeted with the goggles that hung around my neck. Yagami seemed interested in this. I stopped and laid my hands in my lap.
"Any lead who caused the damage?" I asked seriously.
"No, but..." He sighed. "I" know who done it." He watched me closely.
I furrowed my brows. "Then why are you hear!? Who done it!?" I laughed annoyed.
"His name is Mihael Keehl, but, sadly, his appearance is "kind of" unknown."
"kind of?"
"We have a drawing from a girl. Who drew him from his childhood. Thats it." He rolled his eyes to the ceiling in annoyance.
"Thats it? So whats so bad about him?"
"Hes a filthy murdering thief." He growled. Like he personally knew him.
"Hmmmm? How do you know he's the one?" I crossed my arms.
"Thats confidential."
"Okaaay, why the hell do you assume me of anything to do with it?" I spat.
"That..." He leaned back. "That is also confidential." He smirked. Amused by my annoyance.
"This is bullshi-"
"By your permission. I want to have a look around." He said. More like a statement. He then stood and glowered down from his tall height. Well, compared to mine.
I held my mouth open to say "HELL NO" but thought best of it."Yes. You may." I said through my teeth.
He looked to his cronies. Gave them a look I couldn't see. Then they were off snooping around my home. I sighed trying to cool myself down. I got up and walked towards the bathroom and bedrooms. Where they were.
"You have a lovely little home Mr. Jeevas!" I heard Matusda exclaim from my bedroom. Then a "what the hells wrong with you?" from Mogi then a sad "Sorry, Mr. Mogi."
"Do you have a significant other ? Yagami asked lightly from the bathroom. I walked over and looked in.
"Why? You interested?" I smirked.
He stopped and wrinkled his brow." ?"
"No. No I don't." I chuckled.
"Did you have one recently?"
"No..?"
"Not really surprising." He smirked.
My eyes slighted. "Why?"
"No reason." He mumbled while toying with objects on the sink.
I huffed and stomped back to my place on the sofa. I pulled out my PSP while they snooped around.
After a while Yagami waltzed back to his chair and starred at me.
"Find what your looking for?" I asked not looking from my game."
"Maybe."
I snorted and pulled another cig from my pocket. I flicked my eyes from my PSP to Yagami. He was deep in thought while starring at the pillow and throw blanket beside me. I swallowed a lump in my throat.
I felt uncomfortable like he was looking threw my eyes. Reading me, so I broke the silence.
"Come on dudes! Dont be shy, make your selves at home. Grab a chair!" I hollered to the two remaining cops and pulled the cancer stick from my mouth to excel smoke.
I saw the detective glaring from the corner of my eye. I lifted the cigarette.
"Wanna smoke, dude?"
He wrinkled his nose and eyed the back door. I felt light headed.
"No." He said monotone. "No thank you. I don't smoke... Tell me. Does someone live here with you? Like a room mate?" He turned and starred me in the eye.
"uh...no." I said slowly. I laid my game down, forgotten.
He starred. "Then you wont mind if we take one last look around?" He raised a brow as he rose from his seat again. I panicked but nodded. "s..sure." I could feel my confident cover slipping.
He strode over to the back door. taking long strides. My stomach twisted into a painful knot. I shot up from the chair as he reached to open the door. " , wait!"
He opened the door and stuck his head out. My lungs filled with concrete as he turned on the light and took a step out into the fresh night air. I followed close behind him. He stood there and turned back to me.
"What?"
"I...uh..." I eyed around confused. Where did Mello go!? "I...uh..Just wanted to let you know...uh the gate bars are unsteady so don't lean on them." I lied quickly.
"Uh huh." He starred confused.
He walked passed me. Back inside. I took one last look around. Confused, I then went back inside too.
"Well, , Thank you for the talk and the tour. I appreciate your time." He smiled coyly. Which had me unsettled.
"Yes! Thank you for letting us into your nice little home! I wished we could have come on a lighter note, but I-"
"Matsuda! please shut up." Mogi rumbled. Rubbing his eyes.
"Sorry, ..."
"Er uh...no problem!" I pulled out a dashing smile as we walked to the front door.
Yagami seemed in deep thought again. For he was silent.
"Will you be snooping around my home again anytime soon?" I joked, but wondered.
"Emmmmm...Maybe." Yagami finally spoke.
"Fair enough. Good bye." When they said there good byes I turned to close the door but suddenly thought of something.
"Hey! You wouldn't possibly have that picture of that Mihael guy would you? Just for the heck of it." I yelled out.
Yagami turned and starred then turned to Matsuda and shouted at him.
Matsuda jogged to the police car and jogged back to Yagami and handed him a folded paper.
"Its really a lovely drawing isn't it ?" Matsuda, gushed. His cheeks and nose a soft red from the cold winter air.
He snorted disgustingly in reply.
He handed me the folded paper.
"Its a copy so you can keep it." He grumbled.
"Thanks, man. Bye." I waved them off and jogged back into my warm home. I looked out the window and waited for the to drive off.I then ran straight to the back door.
I pulled the door open and jumped out on to the deck.
"Mello!? Where are ya man!?" I looked around frantically. When suddenly I heard a soft grumble.
"Can I please come back inside now? My butt is almost completely frozen to the damn roof." He puffed out. Sitting on the roof, shivering in his sweats and T-shirt.
I chuckled and nodded. "Yes." I helped him land on the deck securely. Then we both went back inside. He jumped onto the sofa and pulled the blanket over him. His teeth chattering.
"What the hell was that about?" He muttered. As he picked the controller up and turned the TV on.
"Sorry Its-"
I mid sentenced my self when I unfolded the paper to revile the drawing.
"Matt? You okay?" He asked seriously turning towards me.
"I..uh..I..." I felt my heart stop when I starred.
"I...its...Its you."
I held out the drawing for Mello to see. The child on the picture looked Identical to Mello.
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