Je Ne Regrette Rien

AN: Wow....... I had been having problems with how to get this started and then as soon as Silent Dance had been finished BAM! I just couldn't stop writing. :) Issa so happy.
*Cough* I love my reviewers. Though only one of you guessed right… heheh. OK, well that’s a lie, my beta (who tells me my review over IM) guessed right too, for once. :)
Btw. My hands are about to fall off from this chapter .... seriously! Over 6,000 words, what the hell!?

And bad news.... because this is so long I’m not going to keep the same update schedule.... heh. Sorry.... but I won’t make u wait too long, mostly because I get impatient.
Suggested L
istening: Hell No by KAT-TUN; Lover's End by The Birthday Massacre

Chapter 1: Subsist

~Mello~

“Do you have everything?” I asked and my red haired lover looked up. The last of the dye had finally come out so all of his natural red hair was back, about damn time too.

“Yeah, but I don't see why I can't just stay here with you until you're done.” Matt grumbled dejectedly as he shoved one last pack of cigarettes into his jacket. I sighed and walked around the edge of the bed and pulled him into a hug.

“I'll miss you too. You and your unhealthy habit.” he snorted as I wrinkled my nose at his cigarettes. “You know L has far better resources and could use the help. I won't be more than a few days.” I told him. If only I could actually believe myself...

He leaned in closer and with an all too familiar grin captured my lips. I allowed it until we were both gasping for air. “You know we can't do anything now. You have to leave in a few minutes.” he shrugged a shoulder and bit my bottom lip.
Surprised, I didn't fight him when he maneuvered us backwards. He pushed us onto the bed and despite myself I wrapped my arms around him. He kissed down my jaw and I knew I would have marks from him.

I tugged his lips to mine and felt him grin. The bastard was doing this purposely. But I found myself lacking care in any shape or form as his fingers went to my belt.

I threaded my fingers in his hair and groaned into the kiss when my pocket vibrated. Reluctantly I pushed him away and answered it, knowing who it would be.

“I don't feel like beeping the horn and getting yelled at by your neighbors, so get your asses down here!” Jasper growled into the phone.

“Sure. In a minute...” I hung up on him before he could say more. He didn't appear to be in a good mood today. Then again, he hadn't been in a good mood ever since he found out we were moving.

All the way back to England. Where L and Near where at Whammys. Really, even if all the evidence had pointed elsewhere, we should have known that was where they were hiding. And now that was where Matt and I were going.

If everything went according to plan.

“Come on Matt, get off. Jasper's here.” I saw the look in his eyes and rolled mine. “You can jerk off later, just get off of me now.” he laughed but complied anyway. He pulled me to my feet and let go in order to grab his carry on, leaving me with his suitcase.

I sighed.

He really wasn't happy with leaving me by myself. And I understood why. I tended to get into trouble. I smirked at the all too true statement and began to lug the heavy suitcase to the living room.

“I'm ready..” he stated. I nodded and followed him out the door and down to the car where Jasper was waiting.

I tossed the suitcase into the backseat and slammed the door much to Jasper's annoyance. Really, all the people I knew were so moody as of late...

“See you Mello...” I blinked and looked at Matt for half a second before grabbing him. “You're not leaving without properly saying goodbye.” I stated to his raised eyebrows. For some reason, when I kissed him this time, I just couldn't put force behind it and the kiss ended up tender.

“Love you.” I whispered against his lips. His eyes lit up and he smiled at me. If all went well, I would be seeing that smile in just over a week’s time. If not it might be a little longer...

“Love you too. I'm not sure what caused this, but I like you being all affectionate.” he squeezed me once, tightly, before Jasper got too irritated and honked the horn; and he had been right, a few people did shout at him.

“Hurry up, you are going to miss your damn flight otherwise.” Jasper growled. I laughed and gave Matt another quick kiss with him looking at me questioningly as I shooed him off to the car.

“Call me when you land and when you get there, ok?” Matt nodded and after a few moments Jasper drove off.

Now it was time for my part.
Pulling out my phone I called the client.

“Hello, its detective Keen. I was wondering if I would be able to look at your company’s records tomorrow.” I asked politely, far more politely that I felt he had a right to be talked to.

“Oh of course-” The man on the other line seemed delighted to help, though the voice was different than I had heard before. That meant he would be the one I would meet tomorrow, rather than the ‘assistant’.

I rolled my eyes, naturally he was ecstatic. He thought I was going to be walking right into their trap. But I wasn't a fucking genius for nothing. I had easily found out that the company was a fake, something most detectives wouldn't have found considering how deep I had to dig.

The building itself was there, and there was a small company there of the same name, but the person I was speaking with was not the CEO of that place or even a member. Well he was a member of the Organization if that counted for anything.

Had the police been involved they would have had a harder time hiding the fact that the actual company had no need for their services, but they weren't after anyone in the police just yet.

“Alright, my partner and I will see you at ten o'clock tomorrow.” for this case I had convinced Matt to act as my partner the moment I had discerned their true motives. And if they thought the both of us were going there tomorrow then they wouldn't bother to check and see if he were actually with me.

It wasn't the best of plans. Not by a long shot. But if I could buy enough time for Matt to get to England and to Whammys where it was safe, then it worked for me. After that I would be heading to Whammys on my own; once I was sure I wasn't being followed.

I shivered in the cold and made my way back into the empty apartment. Shutting the door and locking it I flopped onto the small living room chair. Thinking back to just the month prior I sighed.

Just a month ago Matt's life had been in danger. And now both of ours were again. If only I had taken Matt's advice and not taken this last case... but then we might be dead already. But one could not live thinking of what if's they wanted to stay sane.

There had been something odd about the case to start with, something hadn’t added up. Or maybe I was finally getting too paranoid because of everything that had gone on. Whatever it was had made me dig deeper into the case before I actually took it.

I'd had to do another favor for Takahashi, but thankfully it was only taking his daughter shopping and to a movie. I'm fairly certain she had been bugging him about me again, despite me being in a relationship though I had never told them with whom.

It appears that despite the Organization having their key members knocked off, they weren't floundering as much as we had hoped. They were making mistakes now, but not the huge ones we needed to get to them.

They did know about Whammys and L's connection to it. But they didn't know where either of them where. They did however; know where two of L's successors were. Matt and I. We were the perfect sitting ducks.

And I had given the Organization just enough time to cause some trouble for us if we were to leave. The only way to get out was to play their game, and so I had taken on their fake case. And in turn I had to send Matt away without his knowledge of the real reason.

I grinned, when he found out what I did he wasn't going to be happy. Pissed was probably a better word to describe it.
But this time I wasn't selling myself or killing anyone so I supposed it at least evened out a little in my favor... and not even Jasper knew so he couldn't tell Matt.

However, I wasn't alone in this.

L knew. And slightly agreed with me. He would have preferred for me not to take such a risk but understood why I needed to do so. We couldn't even involve the police in this due to their reluctance to fully submit to L's commands, which would only lead to them fucking something up and getting me killed.

It was understood that if I did this I would keep in contact with L and if I didn't contact him at least once every twenty-four hours, it would be assumed something had gone wrong and for him to track me down.

L was also worried about all the attention the Organization seemed to be placing on him and Whammys. He figured it was because of his reputation as the greatest detective, or rather the three greatest detectives, though the latter wasn’t known to many.
If L was taken out of the picture, what hope did the rest of the detectives have in ending the Detective Purge? It boiled down to the simple fact that if L was gone, justice was gone.

Of all the cases to have to be involved in, it had to be this one. I pulled out a chocolate bar and bit into it. There was nothing much we could do about our involvement though, even if we wanted out, we couldn't simply because we are detectives.
The Detective Purge was nearing the two year mark so I knew the Organization, now leaderless, was going to do something drastic sometime soon. They would have to step it up a notch if they wanted to continue.

They would also have to get new people to do the killings, and new people meant getting new information, figuring out new patterns and hoping for new mistakes.
There would always be a mistake, that much was certain, it was finding it that was the hard part.

Sighing I lifted myself off the couch and trudged into the kitchen and took a look around. “Where did he put the coffee?” I mumbled irritably. We had everything we wanted packed and sent off to England already, and were down to the bare minimum.

Two plates, two glasses, two ceramic mugs, two sets of silverware. And instant coffee since the coffeemaker had already been shipped off. The problem, was finding any of those items. What was left over was in complete organizational nightmare.

One day you would find a coffee mug in the cabinet where it was supposed to be and the next it magically ended up under the bed. God knows how.
Finding one in the sink I rinsed it before filling it to the brim and letting a package of instant coffee sit in the cool water. Setting it in the microwave I set it to 3 minutes and went to pack.

I couldn't do so when Matt was here because I wasn't supposed to be leaving for a few days and he would have known something was up. I didn't exactly wait until last minute with those things, but I was never quite sure what I would need so I left packing until the end.

I was leaving whatever I couldn't fit into a duffel bag here. L suggested that I just buy new stuff over in England and I had agreed, whatever hadn't already been shipped over, would be left.

My laptop would have been included in that if I hadn't slipped it into Matt's suitcase before he left. I couldn't take the chance of having it on me and getting captured, it had far too much data on it for them to play with should they get hold of it.

It took me a rather quick time to stuff my chosen clothes into the bag and I stared despairingly at what was left in the closet. Sighing I shut the doors. Out of sight out of mind. I added a few other things to the remaining space, such as sunglasses.

I also made sure I had my fake ID and passport and that everything was in order with them. I had gotten them a few days prior thanks to Jasper; he did it for free, sort of a going away gift I suppose?

I felt kind of bad, leaving him here after all this shit has gone down, but we really weren't safe anymore. We had only been playing pretend before and should have realized it was going to bite us in the ass sooner or later. Whammys was the safest place for us to be at the moment.

Which is why Matt was headed there now and I would be joining him later.
The microwave beeped and I tore open a chocolate bar and added it to the bitter instant brew. I really shouldn't have been drinking coffee, despite how early in the evening it was, for the simple fact that I had wanted to go to sleep early. I knew that once Matt called I probably wouldn't be able so go back to sleep afterwards.

And the flight would only take around eight hours, granted with all of the security checks he'd had to get there much earlier, so in about nine hours he'd call. It was only seven-thirty now.

There was nothing to do and I found myself restless, as well as sleepless. Digging through things that hadn't been packed I came across a book that Jasper had been trying to get me to read for the last few months. I had given it to Matt and told him to throw it out so I could honestly tell Jasper I hadn't done it. He always seemed to think I would get rid of it...

Obviously Matt hadn't listened to me, and now I had something to pass the time. Funny how things like that went.

I brought my things into the bedroom, after shutting off all other lights, and curled up under the blankets with the book and coffee. The book was some murder mystery but was simple plot wise. By the end of the second chapter, where all the main characters had been introduced, I had figured out who the killer was and pretty much the plot outline for the rest two hundred or so pages.

I finished the book sometime after eleven.

I yawned and shut the cover with a dissatisfied sigh and brought both back to the kitchen. “If this person can write a book maybe I should...” if any of the Whammy kids decided to, we could probably make a lot of money off of it.

I thought of Matt writing a book and snorted. The do's and don'ts of hacking the CIA. Or How to Survive a Death Sentence from a Criminal Organization. Yes, I could see it now...
If I was having weird thoughts like this it was time to go to bed, whether I felt tired or not. I did nothing more than rinse the cup with water and leave it on the counter for morning. What was the use in washing it properly when I would be using it in a few hours?

Though I turned the bedroom light off it took me a while to fall asleep. And once I did it felt like only minutes later when my phone was going off. Blinking back the sleep I reached across the bed and flipped it open.

“Hello?” I rolled over and threw the covers back over my head while holding the phone close to my ear; it was fucking cold in the apartment.

“Hey. I just landed.” my mind was instantly awake at hearing Matt's voice.

“How did everything go?” I peeked out from the blankets to glance at the clock. Five-thirty? Matt should have landed almost and hour ago.

“Flight was late, airports suck.” he sounded tired and annoyed, and he was probably craving a cigarette badly.

“We'll I’m at least happy you landed safely, flight irritants excluded.” I could hear him laugh. It was a soft breath one he only did when he was tired or had just woken up. “Just think, in a few more days I get to do the same.”

“But you won’t have those two children from hell on your flight.” I choked back a laugh knowing Matt wouldn't appreciate it. Matt didn't like young children... at all. He couldn't stand them actually. If nothing else could get him to break his calm demeanor, children could. It was actually rather amusing to watch.

“Oh, there's Watari...” I heard him whisper. I yawned silently and rubbed at my eyes.

“I should probably go then. I'll call you later...” he sounded reluctant and I felt bad. I should have been with him instead of here...

“I'll be waiting for it then. Bye.” he hung up as soon as I said that but I wasn't irritated at the lack of a goodbye. That’s just how Matt was sometimes. Five-thirty... fuck it. I clutched the phone in my hand and attempted to go back to sleep.

I managed to doze off, more awake than asleep for the better part of an hour before I could no longer force my body to stay relaxed. Shaking the sleep from my head I shoved the blankets off and quickly dressed in the cold bedroom.

Coffee was the next thing on the agenda and I was more than a little sick of the instant shit I was forced to drink. I was half tempted to just go out in the cold and get a cup from the cafe down the street. But that required going out in the cold... and I really didn't want to before I had to. The apartment was bad enough.

I had just over three hours before I needed to be at the meeting, and nothing more for me to do. Well nothing productive at any rate.

I'd been thinking of re-reading the book from last night and completely picking it apart, finding all the flaws and reasons why the book was bad, and giving it back to
Jasper with everything written in the margins.

It was utterly pointless and unnecessary, but it would kill time. And for once, I had too much of it at the moment.

Pulling my jacket on to get ride of the chill I sat at the kitchen table with the book, a pen and my coffee.

I was completely immersed in explaining why Kevin couldn't have committed the murders, using the authors own words against them, that I almost missed Matt's next phone call.

“Hey, don't hang up.” I picked up on the sixth ring and heard a sigh on the other end, the kind where Matt is disappointed at something but is giving up for the moment. It doesn't happen too often but when it does he usually leaves whatever it is alone for the next eight hours or so.

I didn't want to wait eight hours to talk to him.

“What were you doing? I almost hung up.” he yawned a little around his words. He was probably exhausted. “Creatively bashing that book Jasper has wanted me to read since... whenever he gave that to me. And I though I asked you to throw that out?” he laughed a little and I heard a soft zip and something being tossed across the room. Probably his jacket.

“You only wanted me to get rid of it so Jasper couldn't yell at you when he found out his book had oh so conveniently disappeared before you could read it.” I grinned. He knew me too well.

“How did you even know it was his?” of all the things to be talking about...

“He let me know you were borrowing it.” I snorted. That was just like Jasper. Bastard knew I didn't want to read it and made sure I couldn't get rid of it.

I glanced at the clock and groaned, it was only around seven fifteen. I still had around two hours before I could even leave the apartment.

“What's wrong?” his voice was slightly muffled and the phone seemed to be moved around,
meaning he was either changing his shirt or simply taking it off.

“Nothing, just bored.”

“How can you be bored? Go do something on the internet, bug Jasper.” heh, use the internet? I would if I still had my laptop on me, I thought morosely. Well on the bright side, if Matt was saying that it meant he hadn't gone through his things yet.

“Yes because Jasper would be all too happy with that at the moment, or have you forgotten just how unhappy he is with us at the moment?” I wouldn't call him angry or pissed off. Just... unhappy.

“Well then go back to that book. I'm out of ideas.” Matt yawned again and I knew it was time for me to end the call.

“Alright you need sleep, so I’m going to let you go. I won't be able to talk today anyway since I’ll be busy with my case, but I will call you later ok?”

“That's fine, I’m surprised you lasted this long, I know you hate talking on phones. I swear it must be something you caught from Whammys because none of us like talking on these.”

“Except you, because you are strange.” I could practically see him rolling his eyes and flipping me off.

“Love you too Mello.” he stated sarcastically.

“Just go to bed, unless you are already there. In which case feel free to entertain me.” he laughed again and mumbled a goodbye before hanging up on me. I shrugged a shoulder, couldn’t hurt to try right?

I quickly set a few alarm timers to go off when I needed to leave.

I looked at the clock again and sighed. I had only killed ten minutes. Resisting the urge to bang my head on the countertop I went back to the book, seeing as I didn’t have internet and didn't want to talk on the phone, it was my only option.

Other than going out in the cold, getting coffee and being bored in the coffee shop.
Back to the book it was.

Finally, at around nine seventeen, the first alarm went off. I had been forced to stop mid thought again but shrugged it off. I didn't really care to finish my thoughts on the book anyway.

I smirked when I thought of how Jasper would find this. I had left a little note attached to the top telling him my thoughts were in the book. He would be pissed.
Jasper was going to be coming around the apartment to clean up a few more things, and take anything that was left behind if he wanted it. There wasn't much but he might find something useful.

He liked the strangest of things....

I went into the bedroom and grabbed hold of the duffle bag, found my keys and walked out the door. There was no need to lock it since everything important was gone. I carefully strapped the duffle bag in place on the back of my motorcycle before swinging a leg over and starting the engine.

I already knew my way there from my previous visit, so I knew that by leaving at this time I would be a little late. I would arrive at around five after ten. But I shouldn't know how to get there. One of the streets leading there doesn’t' have a sign any more and it is fairly easy to get turned around and lose your way... as I had found out.

So being a little late was good.

I arrived six minutes late. Parking my bike out of sight of the main doors I walked around and took my time getting inside. As I walked in I noticed the receptionist glancing irritably at a man as he walked around a support pillar and out of her sight.

The moment he caught sight of me he smirked. “Oh, there you are Mr. Keen.” I smiled back politely. “Were you waiting long?” I noted his reluctance to be back in eyesight of the receptionist so I slowed my pace even further forcing him to either move and greet me, or appear rude. Which someone of his supposed stature wouldn't do.

“I’m Mr. Krushaw, it’s nice to finally meet you.” I shook his outstretched hand and began to follow him as he slowly made steps towards the front door. Yes, it was supposed to be the first time he’s actually met me as I had been meeting with his assistant; though I had no doubt he had already memorized my face.

“I thought we might go out for lunch to discuss the case, and what you have found so far.” I nodded to him. This was what I had expected, he had to get me out of the building and away from any of the actual personnel there. But I couldn't make it that easy for him.

“What about the records, I’d really like to see them before it gets too late.” the man's grin widened.

“Oh don't worry about that, I took the hard copies with me, they are right in my briefcase. You can look them over during lunch.” I gave him a small smile of my own; he was pushing the lunch issue. Not very subtle about it either. I wondered what his reaction would be if I said no...

but I wouldn't.

“That sounds fine. How about a coffee shop though? I know this great place off of Rhodes Avenue, they serve a nice brunch too.” I said conversationally as we began to exit the building, rather hurriedly in his case, just as I saw security out of the corner of my eye.

“Yes, that sounds agreeable.”

They were messing up; he must have been wandering around here too long waiting for me. It was laughable really. It made me wonder how far down the food chain this guy was in the Organization.

“What about your partner, I thought he was coming today?” I held back a snort, it took him this long to notice his absence?

“Oh, he called me earlier and said he was stuck in traffic. I'll just text him and tell him to meet us there.” I pulled out my phone and actually sent a message to L telling him what was going on.

“All set. Shall we head out then, we don't want to get caught in the lunch rush?” I tilted my head to the side and gave a small, hopefully convincing, smile.

“We'll take my car-”

“Actually I would like to just take my own, that way when the meeting is done you don't
have to cart me all the way back here. Is that going to be a problem?” I made it so he couldn't say no without a good excuse, which I doubted he could come up with, at least not a believable one.

“No, no that’s quite alright. You are doing us a favor, and I suppose it doesn't matter how we get there.” he was starting to flounder. Things weren't going quite according to plan and he was beginning to panic.

“In case we get separated, here are the directions to the coffee shop-” the coffee shop was real and was just over fifteen minutes away, but I didn't actually plan to go there.
It was merely a ploy to get them off my trail for a few minutes, minutes in which I could disappear and use to get on my flight out of here.

If everything went right and the other people watching (there was no way they weren't) focused on his vehicle instead of mine, since I was supposed to be getting in, I would be given a head start on my escape.

If things went wrong and they did still watch me, well, it would be a very short ride and I wouldn't need to worry about catching my flight.

I wasn't going directly to England either, I was taking a few detours. Heading to another part of the states before going to Germany and then England. Hopefully enough to lead them astray.

“See you in a few than.” I waved to the man before heading to my motorcycle, which was parked out of view. He was supposed to be parked in the employee lot so he was forced to go the opposite direction, though I wasn't sure how he would have explained being elsewhere.

I rushed out of my parking space and accelerated passed the speed limit the moment I had the chance.

I had approximately seventeen minutes before he would call wondering where I was, and after explaining that I would be a little late due to a traffic accident another ten to fifteen before he either figured I wasn't coming or called again in which I would say I was only a few minutes away.

I just had to make it to the airport and get to my flight, in a nice crowded area where
I hoped they wouldn't dare go after me.

It would take me just under fifty minutes to get to the airport. At normal speed. At my speed, just over a half hour, provided I didn’t crash. I wouldn't get pulled over because I’d actually have to stop for that to happen.

I had tugged my helmet on rather quickly so it was left at a slightly awkward angle that I would have to fix at the next red light, I figured I could stop at one of them at least, but it at least kept my hair from blowing around too much.

My phone vibrated and rang from my pocket and I slowed down to answer it, already knowing who it would be.

“Somehow I seemed to have arrived before you, will you be long?” his tone was nervous, he was doing a horrible job of keeping character.

“I'm stuck in traffic at the moment, there was an accident and everything is backed up. But they are cleaning things up quickly so I’ll be about ten minutes or so I’d say. Just sit down and order without me, sorry about all of this.” I doubted this guy would be able to tell that I was still driving as I had slowed down to stop at the next light.

“Oh that’s perfectly alright. I suppose I’ll see you soon.” I ended the call, fixed my helmet and sped off again with my phone safely stored back in my pocket.

He had called a little later than I had thought, almost twenty minutes to the seventeen I had guessed. This gave me more time to get to the airport, but I was by no means slowing down. Once in the airport I knew L would be watching through the security feeds so I would have extra protection, or at least he would be able to react quickly if things went wrong.

Eleven minutes later I was sprinting into the airport after having ditched my bike, I could buy a new one later on, and I wasn't about to go into the deserted parking garages. Call me paranoid but I’d like to get to my flight.
Two minutes later my phone rang again.

“I'm almost there, they just finished clearing the accident. So give me five minutes, then we can go over the case.” a few people were looking at me oddly, and it was probably because of the leather. It wasn't like I had time to change, or anything else to change into...

I shoved my phone back into my jacket pocket and quickly entered the line for boarding passes.

I hadn’t been able to print mine since we didn't have a printer and my nerves were high as I waited impatiently to get it. I was losing time here but would make it up at security. Thankfully I only had my small carry on duffle bag. And since there was nothing but clothes in it I wouldn't be stopped, or my bag checked for very long.

“Next.” came the bland voice. I immediately walked over to the older woman with the name tag that read 'Rita'. I handed her my fake ID and she looked up the information after checking the picture.

“Do you have any bags you need to check in?” I shook my head.

She printed the ticket after a minute or so and handed it as well as the ID over to me. “Here you go Mark.” she said that in a way that stated I didn't look like a Mark. Well I wasn't so I suppose she was correct.

Glancing at the ticket I memorized the gate number. B6. Turning left away from the counter I headed toward the B area for flights.

The line for security was long, but it could have been worse considering the time of day. The only problem was if the Organization had anyone working here and they were informed about me, it could potentially pose a problem. Though the odds of that were slim.

All around me were tired and bored looking people clutching luggage in one hand and boarding passes in the other. Men and women in their neat business suits glanced irritably at their watches while the elderly sighed at the disrespectful youth. Children giggled excitedly and parents sipped at expensive coffees whilst mostly ignoring their brood until it came time to move again.

I hated airports.

But then again, who actually liked them?

I glanced at my phone again and sighed. It was nearly eleven already, thankfully my flight left a little after twelve. But that made boarding at around eleven thirty.
While I had my phone out I idly remembered I needed to tell L I was at the airport. He was probably watching me do this, but I needed to make sure in case he was doing something else and forgot. Highly unlikely, but still possible.

The line moved again, quickly as five people were let through almost immediately and I was nearing my turn. I pulled the necessary things from my pocket and added them to sit with my boarding pass.

I glanced boredly at the metal detectors and was happy I hadn't brought my gun. I had left that with my motorcycle. Or rather near the motorcycle.

Another ten minutes and my ID was being checked, a little too long for my liking, and I was being sent on ahead. So far nothing had happened, and I doubted my clothes were going to set off any warning signs when they looked at it.

And I had been right. After replacing everything back into my jacket pocket and putting my boots back on, I grabbed my bag and headed off to B terminal, which was to the left.
I could see my gate from where I was, but I wanted a coffee first. And maybe a muffin or something. I still couldn't eat as much as I used to, but I was slowly getting back to a more manageable level.

I spotted a Starbucks and decided that would be alright to drink. Though their coffee tended to be a little too strong at times. Nothing a few chocolate bars couldn't fix. As I ordered I spotted a blueberry streusel muffin and added it to my order.

I shook my head at the total, which was really completely ridiculous, and shelled out some cash. Taking my purchases I moved over to an unoccupied table and let my bag slip to the floor beside me.

I unzipped a small inside compartment and pulled out a few chocolate bars, unwrapped them, and added them into the coffee. Taking a small experimental sip I deemed it drinkable. Leaving the lid off I picked absently at the muffin until it was nearing my boarding time.

I had eaten roughly half of the giant muffin and drank only a third of my coffee. The muffin went into the trash but the coffee came with me. I was walking passed the stores threshold, which really consisted of no more than a line on the floor, when someone bumped into me making coffee slosh from the cup and onto my leather vest.

“Oh sorry!” the man looked apologetic but left just as quickly. I closed my eyes and sighed heavily. I had a quick bathroom break before the flight it seemed.

I walked right instead of left and headed into the men’s bathroom. Setting the coffee on the sink and the bag on the floor I began pulling out those cheap bathroom paper towels and wetting them. Honestly some people really pissed me off.

Carefully cleaning my vest I vaguely noticed the absolute silence of the bathrooms that were usually crawling with people. Yes, because everyone else was getting to their flight while I was getting coffee off myself.

A man walked behind me and I only had a second to recognize him as the man that bumped into me before he shoved me into the wall, pinning me.

I struggled against the cloth that was placed over my nose and mouth and as my senses began to waver and fail, I noted how I was really starting to hate chloroform.

-End Subsist-

AN: I bet you didn't expect this yet did you. And look, I started with mass cliffy's again! Muwhahaha! So what does everyone think of this so far, honestly? So far, this is my favorite of the series, and last of the series with the exception of any oneshots I do for it. Ha I can call it a trilogy! (*everyone rolls eyes*)

Also, if some things don’t make sense, like it looks like the sentence is missing a word, it probably is. My OpenOffice (which I use when I’m on my other pc) tends to be evil and deletes random words (or entirely corrupts the document). I think I got it all but….

REVIEW please!