Oh my goodness, you guys can so not kill me for being so slow at this.
It's been so long. AH. What a bad excuse. I'm sorry. ~KS~
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I felt wistful as I continued on my way back to my apartment, breakfast with Ryo having been exceptionally nice. I was still touched by a little tendril of fear that came up whenever I thought of Dee. He, he had so much more power than I think either me or Ryo knew. Everyone has the potential to do bad, and apparently this thing between me and Ryo had made him finally realize that. And I was more scared for Ryo than I could ever be for myself.
I kicked at some broken piece of concrete from the sidewalk. It rolled off the side of the curb and hit the metal grating of a storm drain.
Ryo, Ryo, Ryo.
I let myself into my apartment, the cool air nice from the moist heat that was growing outside. I wanted to sit in bed and think about all that had happened the night before.
And then my face turned red.
Preferably before the...um...yeah.
I giggled to myself and straightened out the cover that was on the back of my couch.
I desperately needed to clean and buy groceries for myself and Ryo.
I blinked and stopped the smoothing motion of my hand on the fleece cover. Both of us. Was there even an us? I sounded like so many of the romantically blind women on television. Us.
Us.
Usususususususus.
It lost meaning after awhile, making me confused. Did it really matter if there was an us? When all this time I'd been pining after Dee, Ryo before being my competition. Everything had flipped and it was scaring me. I felt a little lost, a little happy, and all too much scared.
And then work.
I couldn't face Berkeley. There was no way. And then him and Dee in the same building. Knowing what he did to Dee. What Berkeley did to me.
What was I going to do?
******
"Come in."
I inched open the door, closing my eyes a little and giving myself a speech of hope.
"Ah...JJ."
"Yes...uh...Rose.."
I knew what I would see if I looked at his face. A superior grin that I would have to resist the urge in smacking from his face. I didn't need his fuzzy compliments anymore. I kept my eyes pinned on the floor, knowing that it might make me look weak, but as long as I had the strength to say what I was going to that would be fine.
"JJ?"
"Iwantatransfer."
I heard a squeak of leather and he cleared his throat.
"Excuse me?"
"I. Want. A. Transfer."
"For what?"
"Because I want one." Oh, beautiful reason there Adams. I composed myself a little. "I want a transfer to another station, and I want you to grant me one or else I'll go up and tell them that you sexually assaulted me."
He arched a fine eyebrow over his glasses.
"I will Mr. Rose."
"Fine then, I'll put in for your transfer, but what's your excuse?"
"I've heard others could use a gun expert like me. Some I'm sure will be more than glad to have me on their teams."
He smirked, "You think rather highly of yourself Adams."
I was slightly stunned, what to do now?
"..we'll see, now if you would please excuse yourself I have more important matters to attend to."
More...
Dammit.
I left the office anyway, knowing that I looked all of the weak person I had shown to Berkeley. I glared at my desk. Why was I so stupid? So weak.
But...I had Ryo.
Or at least part of him anyways.
I sat down in the chair, the old cushion squeaking against the springs. It dug into my back almost painfully but I still leaned back. And then it hit me that Berkeley wasn't the only one that I was trying to get away from. It was also Dee...and Ryo. As much as I hated to admit it I was trying to run away from all my problems. But I had good reason. I would neglect my work if I stayed here. It was a cheap excuse, but at least it was one.
I spun a little, kicking my legs against the desk.
This just had to be the right decision.
I can't make anymore mistakes.
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TBC
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I felt wistful as I continued on my way back to my apartment, breakfast with Ryo having been exceptionally nice. I was still touched by a little tendril of fear that came up whenever I thought of Dee. He, he had so much more power than I think either me or Ryo knew. Everyone has the potential to do bad, and apparently this thing between me and Ryo had made him finally realize that. And I was more scared for Ryo than I could ever be for myself.
I kicked at some broken piece of concrete from the sidewalk. It rolled off the side of the curb and hit the metal grating of a storm drain.
Ryo, Ryo, Ryo.
I let myself into my apartment, the cool air nice from the moist heat that was growing outside. I wanted to sit in bed and think about all that had happened the night before.
And then my face turned red.
Preferably before the...um...yeah.
I giggled to myself and straightened out the cover that was on the back of my couch.
I desperately needed to clean and buy groceries for myself and Ryo.
I blinked and stopped the smoothing motion of my hand on the fleece cover. Both of us. Was there even an us? I sounded like so many of the romantically blind women on television. Us.
Us.
Usususususususus.
It lost meaning after awhile, making me confused. Did it really matter if there was an us? When all this time I'd been pining after Dee, Ryo before being my competition. Everything had flipped and it was scaring me. I felt a little lost, a little happy, and all too much scared.
And then work.
I couldn't face Berkeley. There was no way. And then him and Dee in the same building. Knowing what he did to Dee. What Berkeley did to me.
What was I going to do?
******
"Come in."
I inched open the door, closing my eyes a little and giving myself a speech of hope.
"Ah...JJ."
"Yes...uh...Rose.."
I knew what I would see if I looked at his face. A superior grin that I would have to resist the urge in smacking from his face. I didn't need his fuzzy compliments anymore. I kept my eyes pinned on the floor, knowing that it might make me look weak, but as long as I had the strength to say what I was going to that would be fine.
"JJ?"
"Iwantatransfer."
I heard a squeak of leather and he cleared his throat.
"Excuse me?"
"I. Want. A. Transfer."
"For what?"
"Because I want one." Oh, beautiful reason there Adams. I composed myself a little. "I want a transfer to another station, and I want you to grant me one or else I'll go up and tell them that you sexually assaulted me."
He arched a fine eyebrow over his glasses.
"I will Mr. Rose."
"Fine then, I'll put in for your transfer, but what's your excuse?"
"I've heard others could use a gun expert like me. Some I'm sure will be more than glad to have me on their teams."
He smirked, "You think rather highly of yourself Adams."
I was slightly stunned, what to do now?
"..we'll see, now if you would please excuse yourself I have more important matters to attend to."
More...
Dammit.
I left the office anyway, knowing that I looked all of the weak person I had shown to Berkeley. I glared at my desk. Why was I so stupid? So weak.
But...I had Ryo.
Or at least part of him anyways.
I sat down in the chair, the old cushion squeaking against the springs. It dug into my back almost painfully but I still leaned back. And then it hit me that Berkeley wasn't the only one that I was trying to get away from. It was also Dee...and Ryo. As much as I hated to admit it I was trying to run away from all my problems. But I had good reason. I would neglect my work if I stayed here. It was a cheap excuse, but at least it was one.
I spun a little, kicking my legs against the desk.
This just had to be the right decision.
I can't make anymore mistakes.
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TBC