(A/N: Finally a chapter I wrote to be prepared. ;P; I'm actually pretty happy about that, considering I usually procrastinate - ALL. THE. TIME. *sighs* I need help on that. :P I'm going to update another chapter soon btw!)

Warnings: Some 'swearing'.

Disclaimer: I don't own OUAT or anything you may recognise, and don't profit from anything. :)

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He wasn't exactly ready to go back to his case against Albert at all. Honestly, he wanted to take it back. He didn't feel the anger any more.

But then Killian thought of Liam again. No, no, no, the feeling was back. He shrugged, maybe something was distracting him from feeling such contempt and hatred towards the beastly prick. Or someonnneeee~ A little voice in his head mockingly sing-songed. He lay his head in his hands. He'd been hearing far too much of that lately. He honest-to-God wanted it to stop. Many of his conversations with Emma though not all were rants about people shipping them without mercy.

It had gotten to the point where it was so embarrassing they'd rather stay home and talk over Skype or something. But he hoped, soon, that it would die down, and perhaps today would be the day, so he made his way to the law firm.

But really wasn't ready for what was to come next.

As Killian walked into the deserted room, an impatient Neal found him looking tired and near-asleep. But he didn't care! He'd been under schedule, missed the due day they would meet up! Being tired was no excuse for being late, now was it? It wasn't any good to do anything that would cause trouble!

"You were late on schedule, Mr. Jones." He hissed angrily. "At this rate we're sure to lose the battle. I've always told you since the day we met to always be ready, sharp, so I can finally get this case over with and get the money I was promised out of it! See, this is what happens when you hang out with a Swan!"

But perhaps Neal had read his expression incorrectly. The true feelings he held inside were sorrow, anger and true frustration, so much so that he could explode at any moment...

"Excuse me?" He asked furiously, eyes as dark as the night, yet bright with rage like the sun.

...And that he did.

"We aren't going to lose to a fiend like that, and if you give up so easily you won't get a bloody cent out of me. And if I end up doing so? Well, I'm sure that you'd lose that case too if you were your own lawyer, right?" Though Neal wanted to have a confident stance in this situation, all he really did express, until he recovered, was utter terror from the way there was such passion in his words and look alone. But he wasn't done quite just yet. "And do you know how busy I was in my social life, experiencing such mental pain for so many days, and yet you hold no sympathy for not even your friend. And how dare you think you know what it's like to hang out with Swan when you broke her heart and didn't even try to fix the broken pieces and made her mend it herself! You're a selfish bastard, only looking for what'll make you look better. Make you more money. It's like it's a burden to you to help people, and if that's true then you shouldn't have taken up the job to be a lawyer in the first place!"

"And you think you know Emma so well, too?" Neal asked tauntingly, placing his hands up mockingly as if to calm him down. "How long have you know her? A month? Me? More than a year!"

"So what?" Killian brushed it off. "You two are in the same workplace and you dated, whatever. Big deal. Now when did this turn into a competition?"

Neal growled under his breath. "I never liked losing. Especially to a sad psycho like you who's crying over spilt milk. Your brother's dead, there's no way you can reap revenge out of any of this."

"It's not a lost cause, you fool, until you say it is." Killian seethed bitterly to the insolent man. "Having faith is something that's important in our lifestyle. You're just too blind to see."

He held onto the door handle of the law firm's entrance. He refused to look at the despicable man, looking at the outside world beyond, the pouring rain and people running with their umbrellas in the streets, rush hour, and the few animals that scurried around trying to find shelter.

"And if you can't gain your sight, perhaps... I don't need your help."

Neal's pupils dilated with utter surprise. But as he wanted to truly express his rage to the man, he was already gone, the wind and rain filling his absence.

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