Wow, it's taken me FOREVER to put out an update! *runs away from the pissed
readers with pots* I'm so sorry! *feels bad* well, sorry and all, but hey,
here it is!
Last time: "Ken... I think I love you." He smiled such a smile that made me melt, and my knees feel like putty. I leaned forward, ever so carefully, and grasped his lips with mine. It was the most simple kiss, yet, the most meaningful. It started to drizzle again, but the kiss lasted on. I was caught in the rain, but I was glad I was.
This time:
We kept on walking through the rain, after breaking the kiss, hand in hand. Each turn into an alley scared me before, yet, with Ken, the alleys didn't seem so bad. As we neared the police station, my grip on his hand tightened and I grew steadily more tense. He let go of my hand, and put an arm around my shoulders. I leaned into it, slightly more relaxed. We climbed the many steps with me counting all the way. "One, two, three, four..." 'There's a lot of steps,' I thought to myself. Each step seemed to be harder and harder to climb. As we reached the top, right in front of the door, I nearly collapsed from the anxiety. But instead I pushed on, and opened the door. A look around inside showed me that it was really busy- busier than normal, I suppose. Everyone was running around, frantically making calls and typing on computers. My eyes widened in shock, but Ken led me forward to the reception desk, and asked to speak to a detective. The lady smirked at us and popped a bubble gum bubble in our face.
"No detectives are able to see anybody right now." With that, she turned back to her telephone and ignored us.
As I tried to recover from my shock, I heard a mellow deep voice rumble, "I've got time. My work is going nowhere right now." The receptionist sneered.
I turned to where that husky voice came from, and said, "Thank you detective...?"
"Aieko. Detective Aieko."
I stepped back in shock. 'That's the same name as Mina before she changed it... how odd. Must be a coincidence,' I thought.
He said to the receptionist and had two towels ordered to his office, and Ken and I followed him through the big door to his mini office. He sat down in his big leather chair, enclosed his fingers together, and started to twiddle his thumbs. He motioned to two empty chairs and said, "Sit, sit!" in perfect timing we both sat down and both of our chairs squished out air. We sat patiently, only moving to accept the towels handed to us. Detective Aieko leaned back in his chair and looked at us through his spectacles. He turned on a tape recorder and explained that he was going to tape the conversation. "So," he started, "what's wrong?"
I glanced down at the floor, silent. Silently I scolded myself by saying, 'Sure Lita, NOW you decide to clam up.' A gentle squeeze on my hand from Ken brought me back to my senses. I glanced back up at the detective, and saw the patient look in his eyes. I took a deep breath, and began. "It all started when my friend, Serena, told me a secret..." I told him everything! Well, except for the kiss parts, because they were too private. As I told, detective Aieko leaned forward in his seat, eyebrows crossed. As I stopped talking, I collapsed back into my chair, exhausted, and tears were threatening my eyes.
Mr. Aieko leaned back in his chair and said, "Wow, our receptionist almost turned away our hottest clue."
I blinked. "What?"
He chuckled and said, "You think no one was looking for you or your friends? Yes, we have reports on missing teens- you, a Miss Serena Tsukino, and a Miss Amy Mizuno. And now apparently, we've also got a Miss Raye Hino and a Mina," his voice caught in his throat, "a Miss Mina Anderson." He paused, "also, according to you, we have to look for a Mr. Darien Chiba, a Mr. Chad... what did you say his last name was again?"
"Not quite sure," I answered. The detective's eyes slid over to Ken.
"I don't know either sir," Ken replied.
"And a Mr. Greg Gelder. Is that all who have been kidnapped?" the detective asked. I nodded a yes. "Good. Now, there is a favor that I have to ask of you, if you don't mind." I exchanged quick glances with Ken, knowing what was coming next. "You know Mina Anderson... in case you do not know, she changed her last name from Aieko."
"I know," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
He leaped out of his chair. "You know my daughter?!" I nodded. "Well, can you tell me how she is, where she is, who's she become?"
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. 'Aren't policemen supposed to help you, not the other way around?' I thought to myself. "Well, I suppose I could, but there's not much to say. She's a good friend of mine, she's getting along fine, and making a living..."
"Where does she live?" he asked as my voice trailed off.
"Erm... well, I don't rightly know. I've never been to her house. My friends and I just go over to Raye's temple. It's a good place to talk, because it's so quiet. But... my friends and I don't talk about our pasts much. They're too depressing... That's how we all got to know each other. We were all in our little depressed worlds, but Serena came around and brought us all back." I stopped, not willing to tell anymore.
He sat back down and said, "Now where does this... Diamond... live?"
"Umm... Well, I don't rightly know the address. I know how to get there though," I replied stupidly.
"I don't know it either," Ken said abruptly, "but I can take you there. I won't let Lita go there again. Its too dangerous." I looked at Ken, shocked. No words could mutter themselves out of my mouth. My thoughts started to whirl in my head, one after another. All of a sudden, every inch of my body was smoldered in anger.
I jumped out of my chair, and yelled at Ken, "I can't just sit here like a duck and wait for you and some detectives to come back after fighting fifty or so guys! Are you crazy? I need to go to Serena and the others, like they have always come to me when I needed them!" I spun around facing the detective. His face was dead calm. "There is NO WAY that I am NOT going to go with you to Diamond's house," I said in a finalized dead whisper. The detective only nodded. With that, I collapsed back into my chair.
"Let's go then," the detective said, getting out of his chair. I looked up at him and nodded.
Last time: "Ken... I think I love you." He smiled such a smile that made me melt, and my knees feel like putty. I leaned forward, ever so carefully, and grasped his lips with mine. It was the most simple kiss, yet, the most meaningful. It started to drizzle again, but the kiss lasted on. I was caught in the rain, but I was glad I was.
This time:
We kept on walking through the rain, after breaking the kiss, hand in hand. Each turn into an alley scared me before, yet, with Ken, the alleys didn't seem so bad. As we neared the police station, my grip on his hand tightened and I grew steadily more tense. He let go of my hand, and put an arm around my shoulders. I leaned into it, slightly more relaxed. We climbed the many steps with me counting all the way. "One, two, three, four..." 'There's a lot of steps,' I thought to myself. Each step seemed to be harder and harder to climb. As we reached the top, right in front of the door, I nearly collapsed from the anxiety. But instead I pushed on, and opened the door. A look around inside showed me that it was really busy- busier than normal, I suppose. Everyone was running around, frantically making calls and typing on computers. My eyes widened in shock, but Ken led me forward to the reception desk, and asked to speak to a detective. The lady smirked at us and popped a bubble gum bubble in our face.
"No detectives are able to see anybody right now." With that, she turned back to her telephone and ignored us.
As I tried to recover from my shock, I heard a mellow deep voice rumble, "I've got time. My work is going nowhere right now." The receptionist sneered.
I turned to where that husky voice came from, and said, "Thank you detective...?"
"Aieko. Detective Aieko."
I stepped back in shock. 'That's the same name as Mina before she changed it... how odd. Must be a coincidence,' I thought.
He said to the receptionist and had two towels ordered to his office, and Ken and I followed him through the big door to his mini office. He sat down in his big leather chair, enclosed his fingers together, and started to twiddle his thumbs. He motioned to two empty chairs and said, "Sit, sit!" in perfect timing we both sat down and both of our chairs squished out air. We sat patiently, only moving to accept the towels handed to us. Detective Aieko leaned back in his chair and looked at us through his spectacles. He turned on a tape recorder and explained that he was going to tape the conversation. "So," he started, "what's wrong?"
I glanced down at the floor, silent. Silently I scolded myself by saying, 'Sure Lita, NOW you decide to clam up.' A gentle squeeze on my hand from Ken brought me back to my senses. I glanced back up at the detective, and saw the patient look in his eyes. I took a deep breath, and began. "It all started when my friend, Serena, told me a secret..." I told him everything! Well, except for the kiss parts, because they were too private. As I told, detective Aieko leaned forward in his seat, eyebrows crossed. As I stopped talking, I collapsed back into my chair, exhausted, and tears were threatening my eyes.
Mr. Aieko leaned back in his chair and said, "Wow, our receptionist almost turned away our hottest clue."
I blinked. "What?"
He chuckled and said, "You think no one was looking for you or your friends? Yes, we have reports on missing teens- you, a Miss Serena Tsukino, and a Miss Amy Mizuno. And now apparently, we've also got a Miss Raye Hino and a Mina," his voice caught in his throat, "a Miss Mina Anderson." He paused, "also, according to you, we have to look for a Mr. Darien Chiba, a Mr. Chad... what did you say his last name was again?"
"Not quite sure," I answered. The detective's eyes slid over to Ken.
"I don't know either sir," Ken replied.
"And a Mr. Greg Gelder. Is that all who have been kidnapped?" the detective asked. I nodded a yes. "Good. Now, there is a favor that I have to ask of you, if you don't mind." I exchanged quick glances with Ken, knowing what was coming next. "You know Mina Anderson... in case you do not know, she changed her last name from Aieko."
"I know," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
He leaped out of his chair. "You know my daughter?!" I nodded. "Well, can you tell me how she is, where she is, who's she become?"
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. 'Aren't policemen supposed to help you, not the other way around?' I thought to myself. "Well, I suppose I could, but there's not much to say. She's a good friend of mine, she's getting along fine, and making a living..."
"Where does she live?" he asked as my voice trailed off.
"Erm... well, I don't rightly know. I've never been to her house. My friends and I just go over to Raye's temple. It's a good place to talk, because it's so quiet. But... my friends and I don't talk about our pasts much. They're too depressing... That's how we all got to know each other. We were all in our little depressed worlds, but Serena came around and brought us all back." I stopped, not willing to tell anymore.
He sat back down and said, "Now where does this... Diamond... live?"
"Umm... Well, I don't rightly know the address. I know how to get there though," I replied stupidly.
"I don't know it either," Ken said abruptly, "but I can take you there. I won't let Lita go there again. Its too dangerous." I looked at Ken, shocked. No words could mutter themselves out of my mouth. My thoughts started to whirl in my head, one after another. All of a sudden, every inch of my body was smoldered in anger.
I jumped out of my chair, and yelled at Ken, "I can't just sit here like a duck and wait for you and some detectives to come back after fighting fifty or so guys! Are you crazy? I need to go to Serena and the others, like they have always come to me when I needed them!" I spun around facing the detective. His face was dead calm. "There is NO WAY that I am NOT going to go with you to Diamond's house," I said in a finalized dead whisper. The detective only nodded. With that, I collapsed back into my chair.
"Let's go then," the detective said, getting out of his chair. I looked up at him and nodded.