Chronoa
D. Gray-Man
Chapter Eight
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The ride to the police station was filled with a tense silence. Allen hadn't let go of Christine's hand the entire way, giving her a small bit of comfort. When they arrived at the police station, Lavi and Kanda were the first to leave the SUV, leaving Allen behind with an extremely nervous Christine.
"Are you ready?" he asked her softly. She looked up at him with wide eyes.
"I think. I mean, if I don't go now, we'll never know, right?" she said with a tight smile, trying to be optimistic. He grinned at her.
"That's right. So let's go," he said as he opened the door. Christine took a deep breath before hopping out of the vehicle. Together they walked into the police station.
Komui was waiting for them as soon as they walked through the door. When he laid eyes on them, he smiled. "Welcome! I'm glad you were able to get here so quickly."
"Better to get it over and done with, right?" the blonde girl said quietly. The police chief nodded.
"This is true. Now, if you'll come with me, we need to question the two of you." He saw the way that the girl looked at Allen, and sighed. "Unfortunately, it has to be just the two of you. Confidentiality and all that." Before she was led away, Allen pulled her towards him, hugging her tightly.
"You'll be fine. And your mother will be locked up. Just tell the truth," he said reassuringly. She hugged him back quickly before stepping back with a blush spreading across her pale cheeks.
"Will do," she said with a smile.
"Okay, it's time to go now," Komui said, gesturing for Christine to follow him down a hallway. "It may take a few hours, if you want I can call you when it's over," he informed the boys.
Allen shook his head, "I'll wait." Lavi and Kanda nodded, agreeing with his statement.
"Alright. I'll try to make this as quick as possible," the bespectacled man said before he and Christine disappeared.
He led her into a nondescript room, and she stopped immediately upon setting foot in it. Her mother was sitting across from her at a table. The way that she sat – so nonchalantly, like nothing in the world was wrong – made Christine grit her teeth in frustration.
"Please take a seat," Komui instructed, his kindness disappearing to be replaced by pure professionalism. "Now, Mrs. Nicholes, you are here for questioning because of the state of your daughter, Miss Christine Nicholes." And so it began.
At first, the questions started off small. Things such as, "Where do you work?" and "How often are you home?" Then they branched off into deeper, more sensitive topics.
"Mrs. Nicholes, do you ever touch your daughter in a harmful way?" Komui asked, his mask not faltering. Christine's mother glared at him, crossing both her arms and her legs simultaneously.
"Of course not!" she said, her voice full of false kindness. "She's my daughter and I love her!"
Christine scoffed, making her mother's eyes narrow in a glare. Komui reached into a manila folder, withdrawing the photographs that they had taken on Christine's last visit to the station.
"Then what, may I ask, are theses?" he questioned. Mrs. Nicholes' eyes narrowed further, becoming mean slits in her face.
"You bitch," she seethed. "After all I've done for you! This is how you repay me?" She stood up abruptly, making the two officers at the back of the room become alert.
"It's not my fault!" Christine replied, standing up as well and stepping back from her mother.
"Yes it is! It's all your fault!" her mother screeched, jumping forward with her arms outstretched, reaching for her daughter's neck. Christine yelped with fear, falling backwards as she tripped over her own feet in an effort to get away quickly. Curling into a ball, she waiting for the blow to come.
Only, it never did. The guards jumped into action, grabbing her mother's arms and pulling them behind her back as they forced her down on the ground. Handcuffs quickly restrained her wrists, her efforts to harm her daughter futile.
Komui crossed his arms in front of his chest, an accomplished grin taking over his face. "Mrs. Diane Nicholes, you are under arrest." He dropped the manila folder on the table. "Lenalee," he paged his little sister, "would you please come into interrogation room 2 please." When she entered, he gestured towards Christine, who was still curled in a ball on the floor, shaking.
"Oh, dear," the Chinese girl murmured, racing over to kneel by her side. "Christine, dear, it's okay."
"I-is she g-gone?"
"Yes, dear. It's alright, she's gone. She can't hurt you, I promise," Lenalee reassured her. Christine broke out into sobs, burying her face into Lenalee's shoulder. Komui's little sister smiled sadly, wrapping her arms around the weeping girl, gently rubbing her back.
"I'm so…h-happy," the blonde said, hiccupping. Lenalee grinned, pulling back.
"You have nothing to be afraid of anymore, Christine!" she said happily. Christine smiled back at her, wiping her eyes.
"So…so, are we done? Is everything over?" she asked, looking up at Komui. He pushed his glasses up his nose, smiling.
"Yup! Everything is taken care of!" he said happily, hugging his sister around the waist and spinning in circles. Christine giggled at his actions.
Standing up, she opened the door and walked back the way they had come. When she got into the lobby, she giggled at the sight. Lavi was asleep, stretched across three uncomfortable looking chairs. Kanda was sitting upright with his arms crossed and his eyes closed – but Christine knew better than to think that he was sleeping. And Allen was sitting on the edge of his seat, looking anxious. When he caught sight of her, he stood up, quickly walking over to her.
"Well, how did it go?" he asked, his British accent more pronounced with his heightened emotions. She grinned up at him.
"It went well. She's locked up now. I don't have to worry about her anymore!" Allen smiled wide, wrapping her up in his arms.
"I'm so happy for you!"
A/N: Here's the latest chapter! But don't think that their problems are over! Oh no, they're just beginning xD. Please review! Please, Please, please review! The more you review, the quicker my updates will come!
-ZH
