I'm Cleaning Out My Closet
Chapter Twelve: The Arrest
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Into a small room with a small cot and a sink. Of
all places, a jail cell. Thank the Lord it was empty. The door was
locked, so she decided to find another way out. But before Kurapica could
reopen the trap door, she heard a click and a certain red-headed man fell
inside the room. "Man, that purple-haired chick was hot..." he muttered
as the door slammed shut behind him. Looking up, he saw the fearful face
of—
Kurapica. Hisoka grinned. An evil grin. "So what
have we here?"
A lump formed in her throat. "Stay away from me,"
Kurapica said in a hoarse voice, "And don't you dare—"
The door was flung open again."Okay, Mister, we
have some questions for ya." A blue-uniformed officer stood in the doorway.
"So would ya please come along?"
Hisoka reluctantly turned away from Kurapica to
go, like a buzzard being shooed away from its carrion. Only then did the
officer happen to notice the second captive.
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Kurapika-sama: I do.
Floraleon: *mutters* I can see why...
Kurapika-sama: *glare* What did you say?
{cat fight}
Floraleon: Mrowwwww!!!
Kurapika-sama: Rowrrrrrrrrrr...
Princess Floréa: *sweatdrops* Okay... Well, according to STATS, this story counts as getting more reviews than Death Angel. Death Angel didn't quite count because 1> I reviewed it, and 2> I put in an extra fling, Dear Diary. So I guess I'm Cleaning Out My Closet seems to have been the most popular so far with the peanut gallery. *gets pelted with popcorn* I SAID PEANUT, NOT POPCORN, YOU IDIOTS!!!
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