Hilo everyone! I'm sorry, but this chapter is going to be short. You guys have been great, but I've been busy. I'm just going to give you what I have (you can call this Chapter 7 Part 1 if it makes you feel better). The next chapter (part) will be better, when I can get to it, I promise.
"A garda recruit was asked during the exam, 'What would you do if you had to arrest your own mother?' He said, 'Call for reinforcements.'" - I don't know
L's P. O. V.
Why couldn't she just ditch her shoes, or at least just wear them untied? That's what I did since it beat wasting time tying them. Well, I was practically a recluse, so why would shoes matter to my indoor lifestyle anyway? When she pulled me down with her to tie her shoes, I noticed a pleasant smell after I passed her the note that I had written beforehand. Unfortunately, it wasn't long after that that she sat back up, and scooted closer to the window before I could identify what the smell was. It wasn't flowery (that would be way too girly for her), but it wasn't tropical, or spiced (which would have made her stand out too much). It wasn't that light or misty kind of scent either. She needed to have some distinguished smell to her lotion, or perfume, or whatever it was. The scent wasn't too sweet, but it was slightly bitter, and it was warm. Could warmth be considered a smell?
I spent the rest of the car ride half trying to figure out what the smell was, because I liked it, and it smelled like something I could eat, and the other half trying to come up with a plan to make this 'double-date' slightly more enjoyable for us. Because one half was conflicting the other, neither were going well, not that Misa's jabbering or Raito's groaning were helping me at all.
As soon as we arrived to the theater, Charlotte quickly examined the showing board, and a small smile appeared on her face. I assumed it was a good thing then. She pushed her glasses up and immediately went after Misa, whispering something in her ear so neither Raito or I could hear. At first Misa was against whatever idea Charlotte had, but she ended up coaxing the blonde model to go with it. Actually, Misa seemed more ecstatic about the idea than her own, and said, "Wow, you're not as pitiful as Misa originally thought you were. You actually knew a few things about dating."
As Misa took hold of Raito's arm, I caught the glare that Charlotte speared at Misa. It was quite amusing to see a reaction at all from her, since I thought that she would just brush off the comment.
Raito and I paid for the tickets, which was no surprise to me that it was going to be a horror movie. I was only slightly interested in what Charlotte said to Misa to make her change her mind, but I had a feeling I already knew what it was.
Charlotte's P. O. V.
As soon as I analyzed the showing board I broke Misa's hold on Raito's arm to talk to her, much to her dismay. It was annoying how she whined about interrupting her and Raito's 'moment,' whatever the hell that was. There was no way I was going to sit through a two and a half hour chick flick. I was going to make sure of that. I yanked her arm down so I could whisper in her ear, since she was taller than me.
"Wouldn't you rather see a good horror movie?" Not convincing at first, but that was a part of my persuasion tactic.
"No. Raito and Misa want to enjoy a romantic movie." Stupid. Raito doesn't even enjoy those movies. Not that he enjoyed horror movies anyway.
"I know you don't like me, but think about it. Whenever you get scared, you can snuggle up to him, and he'll comfort you." There was my big shot. If she didn't take it, then there was no use trying to convince this stubborn bull.
She looked at me, and blinked while she thought about it. She smiled 'innocently,' and said, "Wow, you're not as pitiful as Misa originally thought you were. You actually knew a few things about dating," and walked off back to Raito, telling her the title of the new movie she wanted to watch. Fortunately, she wouldn't be confused on what movie I really wanted to watch since there was only one horror movie playing.
When she gets executed, I want to be the one to pull the switch, I thought, glaring at her. I was glad no one could read my mind, or else Misa might have changed her mind. Besides the whole Misa problem, there was something else I was trying to remember. Wasn't there something I was never going to do here? As we were handing the ticket to the person, I saw the food-court, then I looked at the guy I was handcuffed to, and remembered. Crap, I promised myself that I would never take him here on a date again. As expected the 'lovers' wanted soda and popcorn, and 'Ryuga' went all-out with the sweets. To add to my annoyance, I couldn't tell if people were staring at the handcuffs, or the huge stack of sweets Ryuga was carrying in his arms five minutes before Chakushin Ari was supposed to start. If only I could pretend that I had nothing to do with them, but the handcuffs were a dead giveaway. "You aren't seriously going to eat all of that, are you?"
"Do you want a box of pocky?" He, again, looked as if he had missed the point, but looked innocent about it.
I smacked my forehead with my unchained hand. "Make it a box of chocolate covered raisins," I sighed out. Why not, right?
The woman behind the register looked as if her eyes were going to bungee-jump out of her sockets. "Hello," she said with a smile, trying to hide her shock. "Say, didn't I pay for your items a few weeks ago too?"
I hid my face behind my hand. If she recognized me with L, than Raito would definitely suspect something.
"Charlotte, did you actually go on that date?" Raito asked in a suspicious kind of surprise.
Fortunately, my date for tonight answered for me. "Yes, you did. I came alone since I was stood up." He turned to me. "You missed it, Charlotte. The movie wasn't all that bad."
I kept silent, trying to act like I didn't want to be here, in which case, there wasn't much acting involved. Raito seemed to buy it.
"Can we hurry up and get to our seats already?" Misa asked with a huff, causing me to roll my eyes. To stop her from whining any further, we did hurry to our seats, still with five minutes to spare. Even though Misa wanted to sit in the very back (obvious make-out spot), L insisted that they sit one row ahead of us so her screams were in front rather than right by our ears. Misa huffed again, but agreed. She knew he was L, so it was for 'observational' purposes to make sure they didn't do anything suspicious, so she was going to ignore us to the best of her ability. She muttered that she wasn't scared and wouldn't scream.
Heh, heh.
Seriously sorry guys (gals, since all of you are probably girls), but this is seriously all I got for now. Hope you enjoyed the Irish quotes though (my favorite kinds).
"Curran said to Father O'Leary, the wittiest priest of his day, 'I wish you were St. Peter.' 'Why?' Asked O'Leary. 'Because,' said Curran, ' you would have the keys of heaven, and could let me in.' 'It would be better for you,' said O'Leary, 'that I had the keys to the other place, for then I could let you out.'" - W. R. LeFanu
