Hello my loyal reviewers, who I truly appreciate. Here is chapter 11 of Before and After. Next chapter will deal more of L and June, because I love him so much!
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Almost forgot: Look, this is a fanfic and I doubt that lawyers are around here searching, but I don't own Death Note. I'm not Ohba you know!?
"Everyone goes away, they always go away."
She sat alone in her room, curled up into a ball on her bed. Her life was taking a dramatic turn, and there was no way for her to stop it. How could he do this to her? How could he pretend that nothing was happening, how could ignore that their friendship was on the line? She fiercely hugged the pillow, burying her face in her bed sheets.
Its time to go June, time to go.
No, I don't wanna leave, I wanna stay.
What's here for you, he's leaving you-he's never coming back.
He'll come back, I know he will, he'll come back.
Then why didn't he tell you? Ah...all you'll ever be is a tool, you'll be a back up station.
Shut up. Shut up.
Don't lie to yourself, you're too good for that. Leave, leave and don't come back. Leave everything you love and everything you cherish behind.
What about him? He's...he's the only true person I could depend on, call friend.
After hearing that, how can you believe such things-he's not coming back, he's leaving you behind for bigger things while you remain here until the day you die. You wouldn't achieved a damn thing. This is it kid, get up and get out. Leave behind the chains that hold you down, he's doing it-you can do it too.
I guess you're right. He's going away, why would he come back? He's fulfilling what he wishes, his dream.
Yes...lets go.
Daydreaming. Worse than night dreaming. She jumped slightly in movement, feeling her head becoming heavy. That was last night's alcohol working on her, why didn't she take the aspirin? She was being stubborn, as usual. Slapping her face, arms, and legs a bit to get the blood flowing throughout her body, shaking her head as well she returned back to her work. Trying to do her work was becoming quite difficult, sadly.
You remember that day don't you?
Shut up.
Ran off and became quite the fierce one, didn't you?
Shut up.
Why not tell him why you left, make it better on both of you.
Shut up.
He's really trying to make things better for you, do you know that?
I don't care. I don't need to hear it. I don't need this.
You don't need this? You don't want this? Are you afraid to admit this?
Please go away...stop coming back.
I can't go anywhere so easily, as you already know. I come back to you whenever you don't want me to come back, and when you're content I'll fade away for a bit. When you fall on the edge again, I'll return.
Go away.
For the time being.
Her breathing became ragged, forcing her mind back onto her work, June started filing papers into different stacks. Each particular stack heading towards her boss, the famed Mr. Eric Muller. However, when she thought about it, only briefly, why did his name sound so vaguely familiar. And it wasn't because of his occupation.
L watched the cameras intently. To his relief, June was doing the mission that was assigned to her quite well. But at the time being, she was not on his current state of focus. The entire building was bugged (the exception of Boss Muller's personal office); with it being bugged L was able to see many things with a clear light. For example, he was able to see the young woman with a clear view. She had mid-length brown hair, light green eyes, and had just exited Mr. Muller's office. She appeared to be well-dressed and appropriate for her job...but. There was something wrong with her, something off. She seemed a bit distress, on the edge and very careful of who was watching her. After shrugging off, she went into the opposite direction, going down the elevator.
He started to chew his thumb, something was up.
The woman...she looked nervous or frustrated. L was never one to understand emotions such as what was truly going on with the woman, but he was able to deduce what may have occurred in the room. His face remained the same, he took a bite of a large cookie that was in his hand.
"Eric Muller," in his monotone voice, "raised up to 7."
June cocked an eyebrow when she saw the woman known has Sandra Lewis scurried off into the elevator, her cubicle wasn't too far from her own. The woman appeared to be rustled for some reason, and at the same time utterly happy and relaxed. June was sure she had seen that face before, the expression that was plastered on Sandra's face. There wasn't enough time to investigate however, she had work to do, and her boss wanted to see her after all her work was done.
"Helene," a blond appeared from behind the walls of her cubicle, "Mr. Muller would like to see you."
"See me-I have much work to do," she said in a flat tone.
"He has a lot of work too," the woman chirped, "but you don't see him sulking."
June rolled her eyes, "Yeah, but he has secretaries to do his work, and I don't."
"You shouldn't worry too much," the woman replied happily, "Mr. Muller really doesn't care about your working ethnics, as long as you look good."
"Look good-oh so he's a playa," chuckling while she grabbed her papers, "is that so?"
"Yep, you may have great recommendations," her voice turning on the low really quickly, "but our boss is a really shallow guy who only likes good looking gals, not considering age."
"Hmm...not picky." Grabbing her things, June went on her way back to her boss' office.
"Good to see you again," Eric chimed, "how's work?"
Right when she stepped in, right when the door opened, June had smell something. It really wasn't a bad thing, but it was a smell that she was familiar with. Her eyes narrowed slightly, feeling defensive and readying herself against him.
Eric Muller's office smelled of sex and drugs.
"I want you to stay in this room, and don't come out."
"Okay."
"I'll give you a signal when its over, listen to me, I can't bear to think of what would happen to you."
"'Kay."
"Promise me you won't come out until I give you the signal."
"Promise."
"That's a good girl."
"Work has been going quite steady," she took a seat.
"Really, I thought by now you would be exhausted from paperwork."
"I've gain a couple of paper cuts, but I'll manage." That look in his eyes, it reminded her of so much, so many things that had been locked her mind, in the back. Walls were beginning to form around her, around her mind, she wasn't safe here. Neither was he if he tried anything.
He chuckled a bit, "Good to hear, I can't have new employees slacking off so early."
"Yes, that would be bad for business," she glanced at a picture on his desk, "family man?"
His eyes followed hers, "I enjoy living the life of a bachelor, those are my parents."
"You have your mother's eyes," she inwardly scowled. What she wanted to do was grab that picture and burn it. Better yet, she wanted to burn the person who was in the picture, smiling so happily as if there wasn't a care in the world.
"Thank you, " he nodded, "she was a good woman."
"Good?"
"Yes, she died five years ago, from cancer," his voice becoming solid and somewhat sad. For a moment, June held just a bit of sympathy for the man.
"Terribly sorry to hear that," June said, "its must be hard-to lose a parent."
"It is."
Truth be told, June never had the feeling of having parents. This made the conversation slightly uncomfortable for her, but it didn't show.
"My mother was a woman filled with confidence and strength," he smiled at her, "what about yours?"
"Mine," she blinked, "my mother?"
"Yes, what was she like-your mother?"
Her mother. What was her mother like-she didn't enjoy thinking about her mother, it was too painful. Most of the time, there were only brief images of her mother. An eye, piece of hair, color of an old dress, that was all she was able to see. Figments, figments, and more figments of the past. A man, a boy, a woman.
"My mother," June started off slowly, "died when I was four years old, and I left to move with relatives a year later, I never knew my father."
Mr. Muller stumbled a bit, his face showing regret of his words. "I'm sorry, I didn't know."
June chuckled a bit, "Of course, how could you know-we just met yesterday."
"That is why I wish to know more about my employees," energy suddenly flowing into him, "that is why I wish to know more about you."
She knew where this was going, no matter how much she didn't like it.
"Helene, would you like to go out for dinner sometime, if that isn't a problem."
Say yes.
No.
Yes.
No.
Why not?
Because, its wrong.
What's so wrong about it-what could possibly go wrong with this? What would be wrong with doing this?
He wouldn't like it. He would object to it.
He? Please, lets be realistic, he doesn't care. He won't say single word to you about this, if he feels uncomfortable with you going on a simple dinner date with your boss, then he should say it. If he doesn't, then don't worry.
I know. Of course he wouldn't say anything, its not him to say anything. Its not him to object to anything truly personal, that's just him.
L, what a bother, he continues to confine you to this existence. Its his fault and you know it.
No, its not his fault, it was never his fault. I chose to do what I did, it was my decision on my own account. I will not blame him.
But you want to.
Be quiet, go away.
He was the prime influence of the decision you made, and the life you chose to live. It doesn't matter if the both of you are in denial or he just doesn't know. Its his fault and you know it.
No. It was never his fault, it was mine.
Realizing that she staring off into space, "Oh my, I'm sorry-I spaced out, did you just ask me out to dinner?"
"If I recall correctly," the man chuckled, "yes I did, do you accept my offer?"
She was still fighting with herself. One side telling her it would be wrong of her if she accepted, and the other side of her-the side that wished to be let out, was forcing its way through, repeating in her head that it wasn't a bad thing. That doing it wouldn't bring harm, and in fact would only heighten the progress of the case. Yes, keep telling herself that.
A small smirk appeared, "Sure, why not-once all my work is done."
"Right after work," he cocked an eyebrow, "are you sure?"
"I never said after work," she said slightly firmly, "I have to get dressed appropriately, I'll meet you."
"Isn't it the gentleman's job to make the reservations?"
"Also, I never said you couldn't, but because I do know you well-I'll find my own way to you."
He pouted a bit, "Aww...I really wanted to show you my new sports car, guess it'll have to wait."
Chuckling, "Yes, where do you want to go?"
"How about that new restaurant, Le Hugo?"
"The one named after the famed French author, that one?"
"Yes," he nodded, "fairly observant of your new surroundings, aren't you?" Actually, she had passed by that restaurant twice this week, Watari enjoying their gourmet meals.
"Thank you Mr. Muller for the invitation, but I should be returning back, I have few more things to do."
The man nodded as if understanding her situation, "Yes, but at dinner, would you please call me Eric, you make me sound so terribly old."
See, you accepted, its not so bad.
Probably not, but why do I have this feeling...inside of me?
Don't worry about it, block it out.
I can't, no-its too disruptive.
Think about it, this is your chance to become closer to a probable suspect. He will understand this, its better for the case, he cares for the case.
Yes, he does, but...
But nothing. Its already been followed, and you're not one to back out of a challenge, or you?
Absolutely not.
Good.
L was interested. What had happened? A young woman was speaking with June, a few nods, an exasperated look, and then she grabbed her things to go to Eric Muller's office. Checking the clock on a nearby table, she had been in there for about twenty to twenty-five minutes. When she did exit the office, she appeared to be off, not as much as the previous woman, but she was off as well. Then there a deep feeling that had risen up inside of him. It happened so suddenly, he was unable to even point it out at first.
Raising his thumb to his mouth, and biting on it gently, "June, what are you thinking?"
Yes, Eric Muller is a player and really doesn't care about females. But his role is a necessity for future chapters. Thank you for reviews, and the next chapter will have more LxJune, because I haven't truly revealed much romance in the story yet have I?
Thank you for your time.
