((Author's Note)) I'm a little depressed...nobody reviewed last week. No matter, I know there are people out there who just read the story and don't feel like reviewing. I am not one to restrict chapters for randsome, so for all my readers, I present to you...
The next Chapter!
P.S. I'm eating an apple while writing this (just so y'all know), since I don't have cake...or sweets.
Edit: Minor story edits but no need to reread if you don't want to.
Chapter 4
The ride lasted for about an hour and I was starting to get uncomfortable. How far away was London again? Just as I started to wonder, I felt the vibration of the vehicle diminish. I hoped we were at the airport because I was getting violent urges to break lose and blow my cover. You know...a girl like me...in a enclosed space for long periods of time...I'm sure I've mentioned this before.
Before I could do anything, the trunk of the limousine opened and I shrunk back so Watari couldn't see me. I watched as he carefully picked up each box before walking off, leaving the trunk open. Seeing this, I took my chance and sprinted out of the vehicle. Seeing the airport, I ran toward it, making sure my ears were hidden by the beanie I wore.
Once inside the building, I made my way to the reception's desk. Let the greatest act in the history of me commence...
I looked up at the receptionist with big eyes, easily getting her attention. "Excuse me," I said softly.
She gave me a smile. "How can I help you, dear?" she asked.
"Well, you see..." I said shyly, "Mommy said that Daddy would meet me at the Tokyo Airport in Japan, and I told her that I wanted to go by myself, so she dropped me off." I forced myself to cry at this point, which was harder than it sounds. "But she forgot to give me the money I needed for my plane ticket. I would call her, but since we live so far away I didn't want to make her come back just so I would miss my flight. Could you maybe help me with getting the ticket?"
The woman looked at me with concern before shaking her head. "I'm sorry, but I can't do that-" she began to say.
"Please, I need get to Japan before Daddy gets bored and leaves again before I could even see him!" I begged. "He promised to take me to Space Land for my birthday, but his work schedule is so busy he rarely has time for that. He was lucky enough to get time off and I don't want him to waste it in a steamy airport waiting for his daughter, only for her not to show up!"
The receptionist denied my request again and I sighed. "At least I tried," I said just loud enough to hear. I turned around and saw L sitting in one of the chairs, waiting for the flight to be called, in his usual crouch. His eyes were roaming around, studying each person that passed by in the busy building . When his eyes passed me, I panicked slightly. I quickly hid behind a nearby pillar just as he did a double take.
I strained my ears to hear him speak to Watari behind the wall of echoing noises, as well as my hat, and managed to hear him say, "I thought I saw something." I peered from behind the pillar to see Watari look in the same direction as L, who now had his index finger in his mouth in thought. "Perhaps I should rest on the way..."
Before I could listen in any further, I felt someone put their hand on my shoulder. I tensed, thinking my cover was blown, and quickly turned around. Mello, if that's you I'm gonna rip of your-
A woman, presumably in her early twentys, looked at me with her amber eyes. She had straight blonde hair that reached her shoulders and the expression of a statue.
...head.
"What are you doing here all alone?" the woman asked her expression softening. "Where are your parents?"
It took me a while to slow my heart rate down. Before I answered, I subtly glanced at my hands to see if there was any excessive hair growth. None. I looked back at her and opened my mouth, "My mom left me here, and my dad's waiting for me in Tokyo...but he won't get to see me." I looked away sadly. The woman knelt down closer to my height level, asking me without words what I ment.
Hook...
"Mommy is a forgetful person...she forgot to buy my ticket," I explained. She nodded in understanding.
Line...
"I see..." I shrugged her hand off my shoulder, getting a little uncomfortable with the interaction.
There was a moment of stiff silence until the woman looked up and around, as if making sure no one was around...which was kind of pointless considering the infinite amount of people in the airport. She then stood up from her kneeling position in front of me. "Wait here," she said before walking away. I watched her suspiciously as she walked up to the receptions desk.
...And Sinker
As she spoke to the other woman behind the desk, I watched as she pulled out a wallet. When she did, I got a glimpse of a driver's liscence. Halle Bullook. I tilted my head in curiosity as she walked back to me holding out her hand. Wrapped in her long fingers, was a plane ticket.
"Here..." Halle said. "It should get you to your dad."
I slowly took the ticket from her hand. "Thank you," I said softly. Giving her a small smile. My plan worked...I can't believe they fell for it a second time!
Halle insisted she stay with me until my flight was ready, not bothering to ask about any luggage, oddly enough. She even willingly gave me her name.
"Are you sure that's a good idea, Miss Bullook, giving your name out in public, that is?" I asked, " For all you know I might be Kira." This caused Halle to smile slightly in amusement.
"You're pretty smart," she complimented, "but how do you know the name I gave you wasn't an alias?"
I didn't even consider that option. But if she did, she must be either a criminal or some sort of agent working against Kira. "I don't," I said with a shrug.
"Flight 821 to Tokyo, Japan now boarding," the announcer said over the P.A. system. I looked up to see people standing up and walking toward the terminal area to board the plane. Among those people were L and Watari.
"That's my flight, I guess," I told Halle. "Thanks again for the ticket." I started walking toward the terminal when I felt Halle's hand on my shoulder once more.
"Hey." I turned around to look at her. She smiled. "Good luck out there, kid."
I smiled back and gave her a small nod before walking away.
~*TimeSkip*~
It was about 7:30 and I was sitting in one of the comfortable seats. She didn't have to, but Halle had purchased me a first-class ticket. I felt a little guilty because of how expensive it was, but I was thankful, none the less. Now the only worry I had was the detective who sat a few rows ahead of me in a right hand window seat. I couldn't tell you how many times my cover was almost blown between the terminal and the plane.
I kept an eye on L as I sat back and read one of my Yugioh mangas. I was just getting to the epic duel between Yugi and Yami Bakura when I felt a tug on my ear through my beanie.
"Ow," I muttered, before looking to my left for the culprit. Unlike L, I had an aisle seat, allowing me to observe the detective easily. The person who had the window seat was a woman with dark brown hair and tired grey eyes. In her arms was a baby no older than a year old, who also had the same color eyes. He stared at me with great curiosity.
"I'm sorry," the woman said, "he's just been so squirmy since he woke up."
I gave her a small smile of understanding. "It's okay," I told her. "He's probably just curious." I then looked at the little boy. "Aren't you, little guy?" The child began squirming again, reaching his arms out to me, asking to be held by someone other than his mother.
"Kani, what are you doing?" the woman asked playfully. The child ignored her and continued to reach out. His mother looked at me and smiled slightly. "Do you mind?" she asked.
I shook my head and set my manga down before reaching for little Kani. He wrapped his little fingers around my arms as I slowly lifted his slightly heavy form from the woman's arms. "Thank you," she said.
"Your welcome," I said back. I turned my gaze to the little boy that now sat in my lap before looking back to his mother. "You look tired. You should rest," I told her. When she shook her head, I insisted. "Don't worry, I'll watch your son. I've had watch a few kids around his age before."
"Are you sure you can handle it?" I nodded.
"If you're still asleep, I'll wake you up when we land," I promised. The woman looked at me gratefully before hesitantly laying back and closing her eyes.
As the long flight lingered on, I held the child. He was very energenic and wouldn't stop poking my nose.
When he started to yawn, I figured he was tired. So I let him lay his little head on my shoulder and started to sing him a lullaby I had learned in Foreign Language Class.
"Spi, mladenets moy prekrasnyy,
Bayushki-bayu.
Tikho smotrit mesyats yasnyy
V kolybel' tvoyu.
Stanu skazyvat' ya skazki,
Pesenku spoyu;
Ty zh dremli, zakryvshi glazki,
Bayushki-bayu.
Sam uznayesh', budet vremya,
Brannoye zhit'ye;
Smelo vdenesh' nogu v stremya
I voz'mesh' ruzh'ye.
YA sedel'tse boyevoye
Shelkom razosh'yu...
Spi, ditya moye rodnoye,
Bayushki-bayu.
Bogatyr' ty budesh' s vidu
I kazak dushoy.
Provozhat' tebya ya vyydu —
Ty makhnesh' rukoy...
Skol'ko gor'kikh slez ukradkoy
YA v tu noch' prol'yu!..
Spi, moy angel, tikho, sladko,
Bayushki-bayu.
Stanu ya toskoy tomit'sya,
Bezuteshno zhdat';
Stanu tselyy den' molit'sya,
Po nocham gadat';
Stanu dumat', chto skuchayesh'
Ty v chuzhom krayu...
Spi zh, poka zabot ne znayesh',
Bayushki-bayu.
Dam tebe ya na dorogu
Obrazok svyatoy:
Ty yego, molyasya bogu,
Stav' pered soboy;
Da, gotovyas' v boy opasnyy,
Pomni mat' svoyu...
Spi, mladenets moy prekrasnyy,
Bayushki-bayu."
As I hummed the last few notes, I watched as Kani's eyes grew heavy and slowly closed. Oddly, the closeness between the child and I reminded me of the short time I had with someone in L.A. ...I loved how she sang to me and managed to teach me how to read and write in a day...it made me miss her so much.
Soon the alert that the plane would be landing was given and I woke up Kani's sleeping mother. When she opened her eyes, she saw me holding her son and sat up.
"Thanks for watching him for me," she said, still a little groggy as I handed her the sleeping child.
"No need," I shook my head as we filed out of the plane. "You needed the rest. I could tell."
"I still appreciate it," she told me as we filed out of the air craft.
When I entered the terminal, I kept my eye out for L and soon found him by the doors. Bidding the woman goodbye, I hurried to reach the exit before I lost the black haired detective. Making it through the glass barriers, I watched as he climbed into yet another black limo, driven by Watari.
I noticed the trunk was open and sighed before running and slipping into it, making sure I was unseen by the older man, who shut it soon after. Just a little longer, Yugi. I told myself. Just a little longer.
((Author's Note)) I hope you enjoy this chapter...I had to work on it much longer than planned due to the fact my internet hours are limited and I couldn't access a computer yesterday.
But no worries for I've made it before Sunday yet again! *throws mini success party*
Also the song here is called Bayushki Bayu.It is my favorite lullaby and I reccommend it a good listen. I would give a link to the video I found it on, but alas, there are two problems with that. 1) this site won't allow links in the story, and 2) I can't find the video.
but if you look it up, y'all will find one version or another of the song, which I believe is very beautiful.
I thank all of my followers in this story as well as my reviewers...even though there were none last chapter. T_T
Until next week...
Garden