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Extra cookies to everyone who guessed it was Cynthia... well, Chapter 6 was a major giveaway... ^^' Again, today's second question has already been answered somewhere in this story, well kinda.
Disclaimer: Hmm, do you see that white lettering on the blue part on the top of the page? So why would I be here then if I owned it? I don't, as simple as that.
Oh, and happy thirteenth Google! ^_^
[Italics – Thoughts]
~IX~
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The woman slammed her hands on the desk in frustration as he stood there, almost flinching. The blonde was probably the only person in this whole building who could intimidate him. But then again, why should he show it?
"It is almost a year and we are nowhere in this blasted case!" she shouted angrily. "And now, one of our top researchers is dead. How will you explain that? Huh?"
He stood there, contemplating whether he should tell her about his 'hunch' or not.
"Carter, I gave you this case because you're one of the best. The best, I'd like to say. But I never thought the day will come that you'd be stumped." She sat down on her revolving chair and sighed, trying to calm down.
"I am not exactly 'stumped' Cynthia," he blurted. Even though she might be intimidating, she hated being called 'Madam' for some stupid reason. Not that I'm complaining, he thought.
"Then what are you, Carter?" Cynthia asked, testily.
He brought out his files and began explaining his theory to her, while she just nodded from time to time.
"…so with this I can tell you that he is one possible targets. Oak's death actually 'cements' it," he finished.
"Paul." The woman's gray eyes softened, which surprised him even more than hearing her address him with his first name. "You still not over it all?"
She saw the purple haired man stiffen slightly as she continued, "I respect your feelings, but I'd like you to keep out your emotions from work, do I make myself clear? If you can't handle it, let me know, I'll give the case to someone else."
"No," he said unexpectedly as Cynthia's eyebrow rose.
"Well then, I want results Carter!" she barked as he left the room.
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Stupid woman, doesn't understand anything, this is fact dammit, not me wallowing in self-pity. Why can't she understand? Stupid old hag…
He reached his own office as he went in without even sparing his secretary a glance. He knew his theory sounded far-fetched. Heck, now that he thought of it, it did sound strange, especially coming from him. No wonder she thought he was succumbing to his sorrow once again. Screw her. He rubbed his temples tiredly, trying to alleviate the pounding in his head, all caused because of this rubbish.
"Kill me now," he muttered as he closed his eyes, trying to relax. Just the backgrounds of those idiots and the accusations, the accusers…
Paul banged his fist on the desk and swore. The force knocked off a small picture frame on the edge. He immediately jumped up and went around the table, crouching as he cradled the frame in his hands. Luckily, it wasn't broken. Mentally thanking the thick floor carpeting, he went back and sat down. He stared at the beautiful eyes for the longest time and sighed, finally getting up to place it back properly.
He then decided that he would investigate this his way… damn Cynthia and her whole department. He couldn't care less for the 'targets' but he just wanted to get to the bottom of this all…
Paul was damn sure the murderer was a female… Gary's death showed that somehow…or is it just me who thinks of it in that way? He shook his head.
But the department is sexist… hell the world is sexist… (Though how that woman got to that position I'll probably never know…)
He was sure he was on the right path… but now the most difficult task of all…
Finding her…
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He racked his brains to remember why he hadn't taken up that case. It would have been one of those which Cynthia would definitely have taken pleasure in throwing at him. Then why…? He went through the files again.
Paul's eyes widened as he realized the date. Of course, it had been that day, the day when…
He mentally slapped himself for momentarily forgetting who the man actually was in his excitement, and what he had meant to her…
~oOo~
[Flashback]
A blunette hummed softly as she finished cutting the vegetables for dinner. It was a special day today and she had decided to make it even better by making her 'special someone's' favorite dishes.
She then went to the stove and began stirring the broth, smiling slightly.
It was their two year anniversary and she was very happy. As she stood there, stirring absently, deep in thought, she didn't notice someone come in.
She squealed as two strong arms encircled her tiny waist and pulled her back slightly.
"Hey," whispered a deep voice in her ear, making her shiver slightly.
"Hey," she greeted, giggling slightly as she continued stirring.
The person said nothing and just rested his chin on her ivory colored shoulder, his lavender locks tickling her neck.
She turned off the stove and sighed as she pressed her cheek on his hair.
She was so contented with life…
Ring ring ring ring…
She giggled as she heard him grumble inaudibly. She then pushed him gently and went to the phone in the living room.
-Click-
He sat down on one of the chairs and drummed the table-top with his fingers. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair tiredly. It had been a really long day. He could faintly hear her speaking.
"Yes?"
He smiled as he fingered a box in his pocket. He was planning for tomorrow-
His thoughts were drowned by an ear-piercing scream.
He rushed into the living room to see the blunette on the floor, bawling, the cordless phone meters away from her where it had been flung…
"No, it couldn't have happened," she whispered and let out another heart-rending scream.
He dropped down on the floor and hugged her tightly, rubbing her back. He was panicking because of this strange behavior.
"What happened Dawn?" he tried asking. She didn't say anything, but continued to cry into his shoulder.
He sighed and stroked her hair…
...
After sometime when her sobs subsided, he tried asking again.
This time the girl looked up and stared into his onyx eyes. The man mentally flinched as he saw those beautiful and lively blue eyes, now dull and lifeless.
"L-Lucas," she stammered shakily. "H-He…He…He's dead!" She screamed the last word as she started crying once again.
The violet haired man paled. He held the blunette even closer and let her cry, knowing that it was for the best to let her do so.
…
They both fell asleep like that in each others' arms.
But just after dawn, the girl woke up and looked straight ahead, her eyes glinting red…
"You all shall pay for this, because I'm not weak!"
[End of flashback]
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Even though he had been half asleep, these words had intrigued Paul for a very long time. Later in the day when he had asked her, she just didn't remember anything. He didn't pressurize her because of the state she was in.
Now that he thought back, Paul knew that those words bore some significance. But who to ask?
He snapped his fingers. Of course… he could ask her…
He turned on the video phone and rang up the hospital. Soon a pretty pink-haired nurse came in view. But before she could say anything, Paul cut her off.
"Nurse Joy, I need to speak to…"
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So… how was this? –looks around nervously- Hope you liked it and are liking this story… not getting bored instead…
The obvious question: Who is he going to speak to? Trust me, this story is going nothing like I had planned two months ago… guess it just evolved again! XD Also, tell me what you think he was thinking when he was staring at the picture, how he just wanted to get to the bottom of all this... (this point may get clear in Chapter 11 or something, though I'm not sure to which extent and whether I'll put it as 'Chapter 11', all I know is that the Chapter 11 I have as of now is a real eye opener...) That reminds me, I must make some time to write this story further...
Not gonna promise when the next update is, coz I barely have enough time to write. I have had soooo many new ideas the past few weeks but I'm not able to write it down. Yeah, it's all volatile…
~~A note to readers of my other Ikari fic, 'The Dawn in My Life'… I'm currently stuck and have no time to sit down and think for it. I'm sorry, but no way in hell am I abandoning it! I love it too much! XD So please don't leave that story! If you guys can, please check it out and give me suggestions! I'll be sure to credit you. I have the ending planned; just need some filler scenes for the confession and stuff. HELP ME! XD~~
Well, have to get back to my truckload of assignments, yesterday 2 and today it'll probably be 3 AM when I sleep. But that's nothing compared to 7 AM, the time my friend sleeps on submission days. I know she's weird. *ya~awn*
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Criticism welcome. Thought you knew that, and oh, a single review is worth a thousand favs and alerts and all that blah blah! Suggestions for this are welcome too, but I need them more for TDiML atm. Also, FF is eating up some of my words, so feel free to point out mistakes.
Ciao~! And again, sorry for the stupidly long rant. ^_^'' Need to. Resist. The urge. To write. Further. XD