Light in Darkness -UsUk-

by pinkpoland

Diary of Arthur Kirkland- a detective in New York City. A brilliant detective, one of the best out there, sets foot in the U.S. to discover intriguing crimes that need to be solved. He partners up with his apartment roommate, Alfred F. Jones- an enthusiastic health major in college. They roam the streets of NYC and solve cases at every street corner.

9. 24 November, 2015

My sincerest apologies for not writing down my days. I wish I had remembered to document my days with Alfred and with work. My memory can grow stretched and worn out and I take great value in remembering things vividly. Hence, why I insisted I kept a diary— I mean, journal like this in the first place.

Well, to catch up, Alfred and I have been the same when it comes to work. We continue to surpass our boss's expectations with each oncoming case, fulfilling it to our greatest desires and pride. I dare say, there's talk running amuck throughout the city of our wondrous skill in crime solving.

I always knew I was grand and hard to beat. That was obvious. I'm intelligent and hard working so it's hardly a surprise. However, it is a surprise with Alfred.

The lad is always so obnoxious and spouts nonsense every hour of the day. His constant laughter and jokes and pranks and whatever the hell 'memes' are. It's aggravating to say the least. Yet, all in all, when work is at hand, he's a completely different person.

Seeing Alfred snap from his genuine aloof disposition to a serious, focused partner really is... a turn on. God, my heart feels as if it is being crushed and revived once again whenever he's like that.

Putting drunken love behind, let me write about something serious that has been brought up.

Due to our growing 'fame' and acknowledgement in the papers and such, there tends to be a lurker prodding at us. I don't know if this is some prank or serious situation, but someone does seem to be watching us.

Alfred doesn't seem to know this for I'm the only one who tends to be aware of surroundings 24/7. Just last night when Alfred and I were coming from our dinner date, I noticed a shadowy figure staring at us across the street. I couldn't get a good look at the face nor further information on whether they were looking directly at us or not. Nonetheless, that moment continues to haunt me.

Maybe I'm just imagining things... I think it's best if I just forget about it.

- A. Kirkland

P.S. Alfred, if you touch my bloody journal again I will personally pummel you so hard you will be begging for your dear mummy to come save you.