Behind red tinted Cellophane13
Naomi Misora was just about to head over to the home of Quarter Queens, the third victim in the murder case she was working on when her phone suddenly went off. The caller display showed an unknown caller and she quickly flipped her phone open.
"Hello?"
"…H-hello N-Naomi" a trembling females voice stuttered. Naomi's brows knitted into a frown but she did recognize the voice which was a good sign.
"Who is this?"
"Oh you saw me a few days ago, we met at the convenient store and you gave me your card"
"Oh yeah I remember you now, did something happen? Are you hurt?"
"Oh no I'm fine…for now"
"Why what happened?"
"Some mafia guys showed up at my apartment looking for my ex-boyfriend, they trashed the place and drank all my beer" Naomi had to resist the urge to laugh at the last comment.
"Ok where are you?"
"I'm at a payphone that about 3 blocks from my apartment"
"Ok stay where you are I'll come look for you"
"Thanks a bunch Naomi, you're a great person"
"By the way, what's your name?"
"Oh m-my name?"
"Yes your name…you do have one don't you?"
"Yeah I do…My name is…Ryuugu Rikya"
"Ok just wait and I'll be there in no time"
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Reject stood inside the phone booth with an extremely worried look on her face. She wasn't worried about the fact that she lied to an FBI agent that was the least of her problems.
"Well…a wise man once said…Keep your friends close and keep your enemies even closer" Reject said out loud to her self. Just then a black Mercedes pulled up and a familiar woman stepped out.
"Hey, you're looking a little worse for wear" Naomi said walking over and opening the passenger door to invite Reject in.
Reject took the offer and climbed into her car and buckled her seat belt. They took off down the road and to Reject Naomi definitely fit the bill as your typical female driver. Reject was now watching her carefully with much concern.
After several minutes of silent observation Reject had completely analyzed Naomi's driving style and what made it worse was she really like didn't any of it at all. Reject had lost count how many times she forgot to signal for turning or stopping and she notice that on several occasions Naomi would drive through a stop sign.
Reject began to fidget unconsciously with the wire of her headphones becoming more uncomfortable with Naomi's driving then suddenly the car stopped and Reject looked up to see that they had stopped in front of a small coffee shop.
"I figured it would be more comfortable for you if we came here instead of the police station" Naomi spoke up smiling. Both of them got out of the car and traveled inside the quiet coffee shop.
"So what would you like?" The ebon haired woman asked standing at the counter.
"O-Oh no thanks I'm fine" Reject said quickly with a shy smile.
"Don't worry it's my treat? What would you like?"
"No really I'm fin-"
"What would you like" Naomi asked once more with persistence.
"…uhh hazelnut cappuccino I guess?" Reject said sheepishly in defeat and Naomi smiled back at her.
"That's better, why don't go steal us a table and I'll pay the bill" Naomi said wistfully and Reject went to find them a seat. She picked a nice quiet spot in the corner away from any of the large groups.
Naomi came by with both they're drinks and sat down.
"Nice spot" She said taking a sip of her coffee and hand the other cup to Reject. Reject took a swig of her scalding hot coffee and let out a contented sigh.
"So let's get down to business" Naomi said finally setting down her cup and looking up at Reject with a serious look on her face.
"Ok what do you want to know?" Reject said looking up at Naomi and tilting her head to one side.
"Why was the mafia after your ex-boyfriend?" She was straight and to the point, and Reject appreciated that she wasn't jumping around the subject.
So she told her the story she cooked up from the very start. She told her about Francis and he owed a lot to the mafia and how he nearly milked her dry before beating her to a pulp and sending her to the hospital right before he disappeared.
Naomi accepted this and Reject was relieved as she finished her drink and folded her hands in front of her. The rest of the afternoon with Naomi mainly consisted of small talk which there was no real point.
Soon they both finished and exited the café this to which grateful for because it become even more crowded.
"So are you ok for now? Do you need a place to stay?" Naomi asked giving a small smile.
"Oh no I'm, I've got a friend I can stay with" Reject quickly lied showing off her usual stupid grin.
"Well alright if you insist, you take care of yourself and if you have any problems please don't hesitate to call me, good luck"
"Yeah you too"
They both parted ways down the street and little did they know they were being watch. B sat across the street in his white sedan smirking to himself while watching Naomi try to start her car.
He had fixed that little problem before hand by separating the battery from the rest of the vehicle and he figured that she was not very tech savvy to know how to reconnect it to the car.
And sure enough he was correct as he saw Naomi give up and took off down the alleyway. It was all too easy and he quickly started his car and drove to where the alleyway ended.
He put on his mask and stepped out of his still running car with his club in one hand and blackjack in the other and waited the young women to make her way down the alleyway.
He was entirely clear with his plan but to him it really didn't matter, it was a win, win situation and he also did wish to test something out.
"Naomi…I don't care if this doesn't kill you…because to me…you are already dead"