London, England. Heine's Pub. Noon.

Chapter 6

Deneuve walked through the gray, stone streets of London. The city was filled with life, people had places to go and people to see; an ordinary day to say the least. He walked aimlessly until he reached a rather narrow alley way. He gave a small sigh, and headed into the darkness. He noticed an old wooden door, and a beggar napping next to it. Above the door it read 'Heine's Pub' in bright silver but with a crummy moldy frame surrounding it. He ignored the sleeping man and entered through the creaking door. Inside it was calm, more pleasant smelling, and the windows had been cleaned. Deneuve simply looked around. The pub was emptier than usual around this time of day, he wasn't surprised but it was still odd. A few chattering voices were still audible but not easy to make out. He went up to the bartender and asked for the 'regular' while sitting himself on a stool. The woman taking his order looked at him and winked, "It's on the house, Ben."

Deneuve only laughed in his mind. He loved using aliases. Jack was possibly one of his favorite fake names by far. The wine glass was set on the bar counter. The woman placed her elbows on the counter, leaned forward to Deneuve only to show her cleavage to him. He glared at her. Deneuve began slightly annoyed, "You know Joan-"

"Yes?" Joan said in a flirtatious manner. She brushed her fingers alongside his arm and giggled.

He chuckled, "I don't appreciate temptation, dear."

"What ever are you talking about, Ben?" she teased and went away to clean off tables. He smiled at her. She might appear to be the lowest of the lows, but Deneuve enjoyed her company. He started to take sips of his wine and relaxed himself.

"Where's Weddy?" he whispered to himself. "She should be here-"

"Eres un idiota, Deneuve." A stern Spanish voice spoke from behind him. It was cold, but it mocked him in ways he couldn't comprehend. The voice came from a man and he understood the words well. Deneuve didn't bother turning around; the young man had already made his seat next to him. This man was younger, skinnier, and taller than Deneuve. He had short, cropped light brown hair, and his face with held boyish looks and soft light green eyes. His white collar shirt was buttoned, his vest was a silky brown, and on top of his head he wore a paper boy hat. He was too proper to be around this side of town.

"Eraldo, what in blazes are you doing here?" Deneuve scolded.

"The same reason you are here," Eraldo said with a hint of a Spanish accent. "And to keep an eye on you. L has told me about your outings with this pub girl."

"Haha, she does no harm," Deneuve said adding a smirk. "How did he find out?"

"Aiber. He has been keeping an eye on all of us lately. I would think he is watching us this very moment, but we will get to that later," Eraldo said completely unshaped. "Back to the point, I'm assuming you only partake in pleasurable activities with this woman?" Coil rolled his eyes as he continued.

"Does it matter? She doesn't know who I am." Deneuve said, taking a gulp from the wine glass. "There's no need for him to get his trousers in a mess."

"Are you two ladies done with your bickering?" a slick female voice startled the two men. Deneuve turned around immediately.

"Weddy! How are you?" Deneuve got to his feet and started raising his glass to the cloaked lady. "Would you like some wine?"

"No, thank you," she answered.

"Take a seat please," Deneuve pulled a chair out for her. Weddy sat down taking her black hood off revealing her light blonde hair and red lips. She kept her eyes closed and seemed highly relaxed. Deneuve could say she was one of the best members of L's team. She was sly and cunning. A thief, a criminal, but she worked wonders under L.

"Judging by your expression, you have good news?" Eraldo concluded.

"Partially. Yes," Wedy continued with her eyes closed.

"Come out with it, love," Deneuve reassured her. He desperately wanted to know what she had gotten for L as he did not know what was her task. He was in the dark on many occasions, but in the end he could careless and would eventually find out.

"I got what L wanted," she said smugly.

"Ah!" Eraldo contently expressed. "Where are they?"

"It wasn't easy... but I have them here," Weddy pulled out files from her robes and handed them to Eraldo. Deneuve eyed her. "I want my piece of the offering at midnight here." Wedy stood up and bid them a good day. She swiftly went out the door and out of sight.

"Deeds and wills, eh?" Deneuve laughed looking over Eraldo's shoulder. "I'm wondering why he couldn't get them himself, it doesn't seem to much of a difficult job."

Eraldo hummed going through the paper work, "Deneuve, take a wild guess."

"Oh," Deneuve awed in realization. "He's just a bum on his arse sending people to do all his dirty work?"

"No, Deneuve. L does things for good cause. His brother had taken these papers a long time ago. There is resentment between the two men now," Eraldo said. "Weddy took what was rightfully L's."

"Why would he send poor Weddy out to get them?" Deneuve accused. "She could have been caught! Tortured!"

"It was necessary. No evidence says that L's brother is a murderer, but L knows better," Eraldo responded. "It was risky sending Weddy, but she got the job done. That is all that matters."

"Hah, why does he need this rubbish anyways?" Deneuve said, becoming more irritable.

"You must wait and see," Eraldo said stuffing the paper work into a small case.

Joan rounded around the bar and looked at Eraldo kindly, "Anything I can get for you, sir?"

"Dejame solo. No hablo Ingles, mujer indecente," Eraldo said, his tone filled with boredom.

"Um... excuse me?" Joan said utterly confused.

"He was just leaving," Deneuve said, taking Eraldo by the arm and standing up with him. "I'll be seeing you tonight, Joan."

"That sounds interesting," Joan said adding a really girlish laugh. "I'll be waiting here, Benjamin."

"Eh, yes," Deneuve smiled making his way out the door and pushing Eraldo. "Good afternoon."

Joan waved good bye and the door closed behind Deneuve.

"Me estas aplastando, imbecil!" Eraldo called out, his face was planted to the wall. Denueve had Eraldo's arms behind his back.

"That's for being an idiot, Eraldo," Denueve mocked and released Eraldo. Deneuve walked away and disappeared in the crowd.

"Maldito Ingles," Eraldo brushed himself off and jogged out the alley way and courteously made his way to L's head quarters.

The beggar man was awake, his eyes were wide. He looked at the fleeing man confused, "And they say I'm mad."

Translation:

"Eres un idiota, Deneuve." - You are an idiot, Deneuve. (Eraldo to Deneuve)

"Dejame solo. No hablo Ingles, mujer indecente." - Leave me alone. I don't speak English, indecent woman. (Eraldo to Joan)

"Me estas aplastando, imbecil!" - You are crushing/squishing me, imbecile. (Eraldo to Deneuve)

"Maldito Ingles." - Damn British. (referring to Deneuve)

UPDATE/REVISING: Heavy revising happening.