Hey guys, i'm back after a long break! This chapter is my longest so far, and i'd like to believe I am a little better at writing, after going through the "creative writing" unit at school. please review!
disclaimer ; story is mine, but characters are NOT.
"Oh fraulein.. I didn't know you were so passionate about me."
"Fraulein, what on Earth are you trying to do?"
"..Fraulein Skye, you're too adorable."
Those words hit Ema and stung her pride as she remembered the events which took place earlier in the day. She gingerly rubbed her arm, as if to tend to the wounds that slashed her dignity and pride. Staring at her feet, she ran over the little scenario which had happened earlier, again and again. "How could I have let this happen? After all, I am a detective, detecting others is my forte!" She cursed herself for being so careless. Something akin to embarrasment, realisation and foolishness ran over her, repeatedly reminding her of her blunders earler. She shivered as she sorely remembered the look of satisfaction on his face, the look of achievement, the look of...amusement. She groaned as she imagined what his next move would be, what he would say next, what he would do next. She sighed as she recalled the scenario and the many different possible choices she had that could have led to an entirely different outcome. She silently thought to herself what she would do next. Honestly Ema, you've really done it this time..
The Ema Skye earlier that morning was in an unusually wonderful mood. She had almost forgotten the events that had taken place a week ago, and for once, she decided she would attempt to get along with the fop, like the work colleague they were. Obviously, she still kept in mind that he said he was going to tell "all the other detectives" about the little ...habit of hers he had discovered. Despite this, Ema still decided she was going to attempt to be lightly jogged to her office (well it wasn't really hers, she shared it with the other detectives) and proceeded to enter when a thought crossed her mind.
"...Should I stop to greet the fop?" If I am going to get along with him, I might as well start now. After a contemplating for a long time, Ema decided that a harmless "hello" wouldn't hurt. In fact, it might even improve their relationship. Along the way to the prosecutor's office, her mind kept flickering back and forth to last week's events. She thought long and hard about what her next course of action would be. "Surely there must be some sort of secret Gavin has. But what on earth would it be? I mean, that fop hardly keeps anything to himself." Namely, his hands. What type of boss frequently pats their subordinate's head and says "Well done"after completing a case? She forced all these thoughts to the back of her head in an attempt to maintain her resolution of being civilised with the fop.
She could faintly hear his voice from beyond the office door, as she reached to knock on it. She paused.
...Is he..talking to himself?
Ema suddenly turned around, making sure there was no one around. This was it, this was her chance to get that "scoop" she'd wanted, to show all the other detectives, to get back at Gavin and to wipe off that smirk he had when he'd caught her envisioned his look of bewilderment, his look of confusion and the failure of understanding he would have. She pictured her triumphant pose, her look of self-satisfaction, her small evil laugh. All the emotions she would feel danced around in her mind, only to be abruptly disturbed by something heavy and ...overpoweringly strong forcefully thrust her forwards. She stepped forwards with one foot in an attempt to balance herself which helped to no avail and only after realising that she would most definitely fall to the solid cold ground, did she spontaneously grab whatever was behind her, for her dear life. It all happened in an instance ; it was too fast for her scientific mind to fully comprehend what had happened or what had caused it. She saw a quick flash of silver metal, heard a clearing of the throat. She heard a deep voice enquire to whether she was alright. She looked up and saw... a perfectly normal man wearing a silver wristwatch with an expression of surprise of his face. Ema examined the situation and realised the following :
1. She had been easedropping on the fop.
2. She had thought he was talking to himself.
3. She started to imagine the outcome if she had successfully uncovered the fop's secrets.
4. She was so deep in thought she had forgotten she was right outside his door.
5. Someone had opened the door, walked into her by accident, and she was now clinging onto this unknown person.
Great. Just great. Way to go Ema, you've now made a fool of yourself in front of this stranger and, potentionally, in front of the fop.
"Excuse me? Are you quite alright?" The stranger enquired as to whether I was okay. Honestly, I really wanted to just sit there and moan about how I was everything apart from alright, however, I simply replied with a polite "yes" and straightned myself. Making a fool out of yourself must be your real forte, Ema. I ironed my labcoat with my hands and adjusted myself. Staring at my feet, I did anything to avoid eye contact as the man said his goodbyes to the fop, politely nodded at me and walked away. Which reminded me of the whole reason I even came here - the fop. I surreptitiously stole a glance at the fop to see what he was doing, to see his reaction to the whole incident that had just taken place. He seemed undisturbed, like nothing had happened. He had one hand in his pocket, one hand fiddling with his chain looped around his belt, and was gazing into some corner of the room, as if he was recalling something.
Was I disappointed in the fact that he didn't seem to care? Was I disappointed in the fact that he seemed to not notice me? Or was I simply disappointed that the man who I clung onto wasn't the fop?...Was I expecting him to be the fop? No. I wanted him to be the fop. For some odd unknown reason, I was desperately dying for the fop to break out into his normal mischievous grin and speak in that annoyingly foreign accent. Ema, get a hold of yourself! What is wrong with you? Remember, work colleagues and only work colleagues. Nothing more.
As if suddenly remembering something, the perplexed-looking rockstar suddenly plopped down in his chair, raised one elbow onto the desk and rested his head on his hand. The door, of course, was still wide open and Ema wondered if he even knew she was there. As he slowly turned his head unexpectedly, Ema slighly jumped backwards as if he could read her mind. "Urhh..." She was at a loss for words because honestly, at that moment in time, Ema Skye's mind was completely and utterly blank, devoid of any thought. "Ah. Sorry, my apologies. Please do come inside". Even though his voice was directed at her and so was his face, it felt like his mind was somewhere else, as if he was reminiscing. Ema stood there, silently analysing him and his thoughts, wondering what he was thinking. "Fraulein? What's the matter? I promise, I won't fire you or anything like that" He had a slight chuckle to his voice and his grin seemed to slowly return. Hah. He's asking me what's the matter when its clearly obvious something is wrong with him. He must be joking. "Fraulein, I ask again, are you quite alright? You are smiling to yourself randomly." Dammit. Why does he notice me when I don't him to?Come on Ema, think, THNK! "Urhh. Because I'm happy?" Not the best comeback but still, a comeback nonetheless. Let's see what he says to that.
What. The. Hell. The fop was chuckling, which slowly turned into small bouts of laughter which increased as he bent over in an attempt to surpress some of it. Well, at least he wasn't so miserable and was back to normal, but still, this was a little overboard.
"Fop! Stop it! Why are you laughing at me?" Ema demanded an answer, her arms rigidly at her sides, her face was aggitated.
Still, the rockstar was trying to contain his amusement but to no avail as he was now shaking uncontrollably. He wiped a tear from his eye and inhaled deeply.
"Gavin! Answer me! You're irritating me now." The scientist fumbled in her pocket for something to break, she was runnng out patience. She had found a pencil and clenched it so hard, she was sure the lead was going to break. Even after seeing how flustered and fustrated Ema was, the man, who had just recovered from a laughing fit, seemed to pay no heed to what she was saying.
"Klavier."
Hah. Got you.
Calling him by his first name seemed to have worked, as the blond-haired German stopped and looked up at her in bewilderment and curiosity. This was the first time Ema had properly addressed him by his first name, Klavier. Normally it was almost always "the fop" or rarely "Gavin". Ema fought to maintain a straight face for she was tempted to break out into a triumphant pose and an expression of achievement. For a moment Ema saw the lost look on Klavier's face and felt a pang of guilt stab her side. Maybe I shouldn't have said that, he looks...hurt. All this disintegrated as he quickly recovered and his normal expression of mockery returned. Any trace of guilt that Ema Skye may have had was now completely gone. Sometimes she wondered why she even sympathised with the fop.
"You always brighten my mood, detektiv, you really do."
It was her turn to seem flushed various shades of red, displaying her embarrasment and fury. B-Brighten? What.. What does he think he's playing at? I'm just a simple, normal detective, I don't even do anything to remotely brighten his mood so why on Earth would he say that? Besides, I am the one who was angry and annoyed that he wouldn't answer me. I was angry at HIM. So what action did he turn into me brightening his mood from?
"Now, what brings you here, fraulein?"
Oh yeah. "I came to say hello." Imagine me saying that.
"I came to tell you that I've finished all my paperwork." Nice recovery! But..what if he asks me to bring it? ...Ah who cares, I'm sure the fop won't really care.
"Really now? I mean, what with you drawing all those nice pictures of food, I assumed you hadn't."
Oh crap. He remembers. Remember Ema, civilised, civilised.
"Ah, yes well, of course. I can manage both, I'm able to multi-task." She was determined to carry out her inital objective and after so thoroughly embarrasing herself, she wasn't about to give in here.
"Haha, well, fear not, there is always more work. It just so happens I recieved a new case yesterday, I have placed the file containing the information over there, on my desk in the corner. Please get it for me" Ema groaned like she was in secondary school again, the words of the teachers fitting too perfectly with what the fop had just said. As she turned around, realisation hit her as she saw the numerous beige folders piled up on Klavier's desk. ..Is..Is he doing this on purpose? It would take her forever to find the right one! "Gavin. There are about a thousand files here. Which one is it?" She turned to face him, waiting for his answer. He did not turn around or acknowledge her but he simply replied with "The beige one, fraulein." Definitely doing it on purpose.Ah, no time like the present. I mean, after all, I am trying to be like work colleauges. ..Would they do this too? ..Whatever, let me just find this damn beige file. As she sifted through the many files, she noticed the eerie silence. The fop wasn't making any snide remarks or even singing like he always does. The silence seemed to drown the two of them, filling the room up to the brim. Temptation crawled up Ema's spine as she fought not to turn around and peak at the fop. She battled with herself, trying to not succumb to the desire to give in and look behind her. She heard the scratching sound of pencil on paper many times, indicating that the pencil was being used for colouring. She did not resist anymore as she quietly placed the file she was holding down. With caution and little sound, Ema softly tip-toed towards the fop, untill she was around thirty centimetres away from him. Trying not to disturb him, Ema craned her head to steal a peek at what he was doing, or rather, drawing. From what she could see, the fop was ...drawing little stick figures who seemed like they were in some sort of band. One had the mic stand in his hand, the others were rocking out on their respective instrument. It only took one small error to happen and everything would change. It only took one degree of an angle change and everything would shatter. It only took one broken pencil out of a certain scientist's labcoat to fall and everything would be ruined.
Ema froze as Gavin lazily spun his head around only to abprubtly stop when he saw the detective's face only an inch away from his. The scientist and the prosecutor were frozen, unable to move as they could only examined their situation."..Fraulein, what on Earth are you trying to do?" Ema could only reply with a quiet stutter for she was at a loss of words at her foolishness and her extreme carelessness. At such close proximity, she was forced to stare into his eyes, to look at his golden bangs, to take in that mocking amused smile. It was all too much for her. She fervently blushed as she looked down at the broken pencil, the cursed pencil which gave her away.
"Oh fraulein.. I didn't know you were so passionate about me."
As soon as she heard those disgustingly affectionate words, Ema threw herself backwards, as if she had been standing next to the cause of cancer. The look of disgust and repulsion intensified as the poor rockstar, who was unaware of what lay ahead, uttered the words which sealed his fate.
"..Fraulein Skye, you're too adorable."