(Ta Da! A new chapter! Thanks everyone who commented on the first chapter : 3
I guess their will be some RaphaelXCharlie, since Charlie is the only one he can communicate with now x3. but in the next chapter, something else will turn up. Well enjoy!)
Vergier leaned back in his chair and placed his hands behind his head. He closed his eyes and sighed looking at the ceiling in his office. He had been hard at work, doing research on the incident and even with the "capture" of Phantom R, the case is still harder to crack, perhaps, he was never involved with the missing casket at all, but it feels as if he's connected somehow, maybe, only a little, he thought that if they had the rhythm thief, all those answers, as to who was behind it and who was involved, would be solved. The boy doesn't even know much about what was going on, he thought again, having questioned him.
Vergier rubbed his head and decided to close up for now. He looked at the time and it was already Midnight. He quickly got up from his chair and packed some stuff in his brief case. He then swung his jacket around and hurried out; I hope Charlotte is still waiting at the lobby.
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Flinching, twisting, and turning, Raphael gritted his teeth and clutched onto his pillow in his sleep. Suddenly, his eyes shot open and gasped as he quickly sat up from his bed. He looked around, and as he did so, Raphael started to calm down, it's just a dream, he thought as his shoulders dropped.
"Must have been some nightmare," he heard a voice say behind him. Raphael turned and saw Charlie standing outside the cage with her hands on her sides, "I got bored in the lobby, so I decided to come down here and check up on things," she said looking at the guard, snoring like he never snored before.
Raphael turned back around without saying a word. Charlie continued on, "even from a quick glance, it seems like you haven't been able to really sleep lately."
Raphael rubbed his eyes and laid down, "I've been sleeping just fine,"
"Yeah right," she said walking closer to the cell, "anyways, you seemed to be talking in your sleep. You kept saying "Papa…" Who is your Papa anyways?"
In that moment, it had occurred to Charlie that she'd never seen Phantom R with any of his parents around. And if they were around, the police department would have had a call from them by now, or would have answered their phone, them having called today, aren't they worried about their son? She thought. She then heard her fathers' voice, and with Phantom R making no reply, she thought it was best to head on back to the lobby.
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"I don't want you associating with that boy," said Vergier as he drove in the night. It had only been a few minutes since they left the police department, having heard about what she did, Vergier wasn't very satisfied with that, "only the constables talk with the prisoners,"
"Oh come off it father, it's not like I haven't talked to him before," Charlie argued back.
"That was when he wasn't a prisoner,"
"… That's true," she mumbled as her eyes glanced outside the window, "but I didn't go down there to talk to him in the first place, I went to check on the guard. And I have to say, the departments hired some pretty dumb guards so far,"
"On to the point!" Vergier grumbled aloud and knowing that Charlotte had no right to say that. Before he could go on, she interrupted him, "and it just so happens that he woke up the same time I came in," she lied, "and… and don't you think he's acting a little… unusual?" Charlie said almost quietly. Although she tried to cover it, Vergier noticed her worry for him. He did hear what she said, and that made him ponder, she does have a point, in fact, it's been unusual from the beginning. It had only been two days and while Vergier had been questioning him, he never took any notice to the thief's behavior, in and even when they took him out of the cell. He thought about the questions he asked him, Phantom R didn't exactly answer most of them, it was always, "I don't know" or he wouldn't say anything at all. Vergier remembered looking at him, eye to eye. And he knew that it wasn't that he didn't know the answer, and he probably didn't, but he could see that the young lad seemed quite lost, or just seemed to be distancing himself.
Not another word came from the both of them as they drove home that night.
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The next day, Charlie walked out of school, carrying her favorite soccer ball. She stopped at a stoplight and waited with a crowd of people to cross the street. Being in a crowded spot, it was easy to overhear some conversations going around, one in particular, "I seriously can't believe it!" said the buff man with curly blonde hair to another man, "I thought that Phantom R was arrested, but nope, I definitely saw him today down by the bridge, as free as a bird."
He saw him? No way! He couldn't have… did he really escape? As soon as the walk sign appeared, Charlie dashed across the street, dodging the people walking by. The man with a white suite looked up at the buff guy and spoke back to him, "are you sure it was him?"
"He had the suit and everything, even the hat with a yellow stripe."
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She raced towards the department, thinking to herself, he probably did, they don't exactly lock the cell, and the guards can be such idiots sometimes. She entered the department running past the lobby and down the hallway, leaving a trail of smoke behind her. She was now nearing the open room, and she ran faster and faster towards it, "you… you'd better be there… PHANTOM!" she yelled, stopping at the door. To her relief, Phantom R was still there, though, she practically caught him at a bad time. He almost completely jumped when Charlie yelled out his name, he turned around and screamed, Charlie screaming shortly afterwards. She had caught him taking a leak in the toilet in the cell, thankfully he was just about done, "WHAT? WHAT DO YOU WANT?" Raphael yelled back while trying to zip up his pants. Charlie blushed and tried covering her face with her hands, "I-I didn't mean, I-I'm really sorry! I thought y-you-"
"T-t-turn around!"
She turned around and shut her mouth.
Upon hearing the faucet, Charlie took a peek back, finding him washing his hands, "what was that all about?" said Raphael, equally embarrassed as she was. She replied back, "I… I thought you escaped… but I bet you did, and came right back. That's what happened wasn't it?"
"What? I haven't even set foot outside this cage; you can ask the guard, I've been here all day. I don't need to escape from here, theirs no reason for me too."
"Where is the guard?"
"He left so that I can have a little privacy," Raphael glared at her for a moment, then went back to washing his hands.
Charlie sighed, watching Raphael lay back down on the bed, rubbing his eyes and running a hand through his bangs. His hat was still on the floor, at the same spot the day he came in. she observed his behavior for a while, thinking about what he said, "Why?" Charlie said, "Why don't you want to escape?"
Raphael gave her a confused look. She crossed her arms and looked sternly at him, "it's just… honestly, it doesn't seem like you. You, not wanting to run away from here, I thought escaping would be the first thing you'd do if you were captured." Raphael smirked and looked away, "that would have been, huh?" he closed his eyes placing his arms behind his head. Charlie seemed to be more worried for him than ever, he still seemed more reluctant to tell her anything. Not knowing what to do now, she turned around and spoke softly, "… I know something's bugging you. And, I just wanted to say, if you want to talk…" she paused for a moment, knowing that she's probably acting like a weirdo in front of him, "you can always talk to me, I won't tell," she said quickly and almost in a whisper, she then bolted away from there feeling slightly embarrassed that she said that, and to her enemy too. Raphael heard what she said and whispered, "Thank you, Charlie."
~Meanwhile~
Finally getting a search warrant for the apartment, the constables barged in and quickly went to work. Vergier walked right in and observed his surroundings, "the artifacts were kept in this tiny place?" he said to himself as he walked further in. he looked around Raphaels room, seeing nothing but a bed, a desk, and some bookshelves, "I am not seeing any artifacts here, did we get the wrong address?" some of the constables turned to Vergier, just as confused as he was, "Phantom R probably kept them someplace else inspector," said one of them. Vergier placed a hand on his chin, closed his eyes and went in deep thought about this, if Phantom R did place them in a different area, then where would it be? No… that wouldn't be like him at all, he would want to place them in an area where he could have frequent access to them. It would most likely be at his home… but where? He thought long and hard. Getting extremely frustrated now, he ordered the constables to search again, "leave no corner unturned!" he said. The constables walked around swiftly, bumping into each other in the small area. Suddenly, the highest ranking constable tripped and bumped onto the bookshelf. The books fell and dropped on a few of them, "don't be so clumsy!" Vergier grumbled until something caught his attention again.
Out of all the books on the shelf, only one hasn't fallen.
