Sorry for any of you dolls who were waiting, I've felt no drive to write as of late. Here you go, the next chapter. Read, review, and as always, enjoy.
Kaoru's breathing hitched as he heard the screaming of a police siren pass by. He rubbed his palms against the rough black pavement, which was damp from something that smelled like a sewer. Or maybe that smell was coming from the cold dumpster which pressed against his back.
Fish sat beside him, an incredibly happy smile on his face. Kaoru didn't understand the guy. They were fugitives on the run, and the young criminal seemed more excited than anxious.
"What do we do now? We've only gotten a few blocks away, and there are police everywhere." Kaoru whispered through his teeth.
Fish laughed. "We'll be fine, you just gotta trust me."
Bold words from a man hiding behind a dumpster.
"Trust you? Why should I trust you? You've lead us here, and now we're trapped in this stupid alley!"
"Trapped? We're not trapped, we're regrouping. It's all part of my plan, I swear."
"What plan?" Kaoru yelled. Fish stood and snickered, grabbing Kaoru's hand and yanking him up from the ground.
"I didn't make you strip and put that uniform on for nothing. I have a plan. Trust me, kid."
"Yeah, whatever." Kaoru sighed. "But you don't seem to understand my situation, here. This is all fun and games for you, but for me this is serious stuff. Do you realize how guilty running makes me look?"
"I told you, you have to trust me. I understand the situation."
"Can you just tell me how you plan on getting us out of here? Please." Kaoru pleaded. Fish groaned.
"Alright. We're gonna walk out of this alley. That's the plan."
Kaoru stared at him. "What?"
"We're going to walk out. We're in uniform! They'll think we're one of them!"
Kaoru continued to stare, his eyebrows raised.
"Look, it's our best shot, kid. We just have to do a little more acting." Fish stated with a smirk. "Now let's get the hell out of here."
Hikaru walked along the darkened street, his eyes staring at the ground as he thought.
He was thinking about Kaoru. And that guy, Harding. Dennis Harding. He had been contemplating the whole situation since he had left Kyoya's an hour before.
Mostly, Hikaru was concerned. Dennis was wealthy, very wealthy. And with money came power. Power Hikaru wasn't sure he could fight against.
He believed his brother was set up, almost one hundred percent, he was sure. But again, there was a sliver of doubt, almost too small to compensate. He didn't want it to remain in his head, but a part of him that was calculating, rational, wouldn't completely believe Haruhi's story.
I mean, that guy may have been someone completely different, right? That part of him said, A lot of people work at Harding towers…And Kaoru isn't exactly an uncommon name.
Hikaru stopped dead and smacked himself on the forehead. He made a distressed noise, his fists clenching and unclenching.
"Stop trying to convince yourself that he's guilty, Hikaru. He is not guilty." He said aloud.
He's your brother for Christ sake! You know him! You know he could never do something like that. Dennis could. That guy was a little bit weird.
Hikaru sighed and began his walk again. The streetlamps were dim and flickering, giving the stretch of inky black road an eerie look. There was a slight breeze that blew through the Hitachiin, rattling his bones with frigidity.
He was almost home. Almost home.
Hikaru stopped again, not quite sure why.
Home. Almost home. And Kaoru was sitting in jail. Alone.
Hikaru turned around and began to run. He decided he was going to visit his brother. And he wasn't going to leave. He was going to stay by Kaoru's side. He was not going to go home until his little brother was safe. That was his job. Keep him safe. Protect him. His feet were flying across wet pavement. The wind stung his face.
Protect him.
That's what he would do.
"How in God's name could you have been THAT STUPID?" Detective Lee screamed, spit flying from his mouth and spraying the young woman sitting before him. A vein bulged on his forehead. The young guard winced and looked down, obviously ashamed.
"Did we not warn you about that man? Did we not tell you he always tries to escape? Hell, he has done it before! We warned you! And you just didn't listen! Now look what's happened! A lunatic and a murderer running rampant on the streets!" Lee continued. The commissioner entered the interrogation room then, which was where the young guard was being scolded.
"That's enough, Lee." He said. "You're free to leave, Miss Kizuku, but you'll be on probation for two weeks."
"Thank you, sir." Was her meek reply, and she scurried out of the room, relieved that she had been spared of Lee's wrath. The commissioner sighed heavily and closed the door once she was gone. He collapsed into the chair where she had sat, across from Lee. The detective was still seething.
"Sorry, commissioner, it's just-"
"I know, Lee, I know. You feel strongly about this case. I understand. But perhaps you've become too emotionally involved."
Lee shifted uncomfortably. "I know. I'm sorry. But it doesn't affect how I work. I can handle this case."
The commissioner rubbed a hand across his chin. "I know you're a great officer, Lee. Just…remember. Kaoru Hitachiin is not Rin Akamatsu. Don't confuse them. It will cloud your judgement."
The older man stood and walked from the room, leaving Lee sitting alone. Lee stared at the wall, shaken by the commissioner's words.
He's wrong. Kaoru is just like Rin. Exactly like him. The same smug smile, the same powerful family name…They even look the same. And they're both guilty. Both guilty.
"Excuse me?" Hikaru panted to the man at the front desk. "I came to visit my brother. Could you help me with that?"
"What's his name?"
"Kao-"
"Hey! There he is! Someone grab him!"
Hikaru yelped as someone slammed into his back. He fell forward, belly first, and landed on the ground. He felt a pressure on his back and realized that someone was holding him down.
"What the hell! Get off of me!" Hikaru yelled, barely able to breathe under the crushing weight.
"Like hell!" The person on his back said.
"Get off of him!" Somebody yelled, to Hikaru's relief.
"But Lee-"
"I said get off! That's not Kaoru Hitachiin. It's Hikaru Hitachiin. Kaoru isn't stupid enough to come waltzing back into the police station after going through all the trouble of escaping."
Escaping? What the hell?
Then the weight was gone off his back. A pair of strong hands helped him up. Hikaru looked around and realized everyone in the station was staring at him. Their eyes were accusatory.
Hikaru turned and realized Lee was the person who had helped him up. Surprisingly.
"You guys really know how to treat a guy." Hikaru said, and a few officers glared at him.
"I would keep my trap shut, Hitachiin." Detective Lee hissed. Hikaru glared at him.
"Whatever. Where's my brother? What did you mean escaping?" Hikaru growled. Lee glowered at him.
"You're twin decided to jump ship with a repeat offender. Still think he's so innocent?"
"This is insane this is insane this is insane."
"Calm down kid, we're doing fine. Three cop cars have passed by already. My plan is a success." Fish replied, giving Kaoru and unwanted pat on the shoulder.
"That doesn't mean this isn't insane." Kaoru spat back. He was jittery, shaking from nervousness. Every time a cop car approached, he tensed up. Fish seemed completely at ease with the whole situation, pleased even.
"Yeah, yeah. Come on let's cut through this alley."
"Sure, anything to get off the main roads." Kaoru said. He made his way into the alley just as another police cruiser rolled by. He jumped behind a trashcan, not able to control himself. He watched the car as it drove out of sight, the whole time crouching in his hiding spot. Fish stood with his back to the alley entrance, his body wracked with guffaws. He hadn't even turned to glance at the cruiser.
"What are you laughing at?" Kaoru hissed. Fish snorted and slapped his thigh.
"You…you looked like a scared mouse." He choked out. "What a wimp!"
Kaoru's face flushed. He stood and faced Fish.
"Shut up! I'm just being smart."
"No, you shut up Kaoru." Fish replied, his bubbly attitude disappearing in a flash. His eyes were dark and serious now.
"Wh-"
"Shut up." Fish hissed. Kaoru tensed backed up a few steps. Fish's eyes were so intense they seemed to bore holes right through Kaoru's skull.
Fish began raising one arm. Kaoru caught a flash of shiny metal and looked at his hand closely. Kaoru realized there was a gun in Fish's hand.
"Don't you dare move, Kaoru. Don't you move an inch." Fish said in that voice that was so unlike the character Kaoru had met in the station. It was clear and stable. Cold.
Kaoru realized that the deathly metal contraption was aimed in his direction. He had no idea where the bullet would hit. Maybe his heart. Maybe his head. Maybe he would get shot in the gut and bleed out on the concrete.
Icey fear began seeping into Kaoru's stomach. He did what Fish had said. He didn't move an inch.
Fish cocked the gun.
"Where did you get that?" Kaoru asked, his voice surprisingly steady.
"That big room at the station."
"Why a-"
"Quiet little Kaoru, don't say a word. And don't move an inch."
"Please."
"Don't move."
Kaoru began to shake. He couldn't control it. His tongue felt like sandpaper. His breathing was quick and shallow, as if his lungs were trying to be as quiet as possible, as if they were trying to avoid antagonizing the man called Fish.
"Please, Fish. Please."
A shot rang out.
Yep. So, how have ya'll been?...I've never used ya'll in a sentence before. It's good to try new things! Right...ya'll? Haha I'm so alone.
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