Chimeric [A Chuuya Fanfiction]

Chapter 12.

The ride was bumpy and uncomfortable. I was flung around the back of this metal truck many times. I didn't know how long I had been in there. It could have been five minutes, it could have been five hours. No matter the case, this was the longest car ride of my life. 

So many questions were swimming in my mind. One stood out the most though, How did this happen? What happened? Because if anything I had been careful to hide my identity and never get caught. This was my long life of crime coming to bite me in the ass I was sure of it, but how? There was no way the police found me after all these years. Someone ratted me out. 

But who would do that? No one in the mafia could have... because that would only be bad news for them. I tried scanning my brain for possible suspects, but I could not think of a single person. Not even from my past. No one knew who I was, not really. How come all of a sudden everyone knew exactly who I was? 

I felt the car rattle to a stop. After a moment, there was a knock on the side of the truck and we were moving again, but this time slower. Another minute being throttled around by this van and we had come to a stop. The truck doors were flung open and my eyes were assaulted by the sun. I had gotten used to the dark. Two policemen jumped into the truck, grabbed me by my arms and pulled me out of the truck. 

We were in concrete garage, surrounded by policemen. The police that had my arms pulled me along down a long corridor, through twists and turns. After what seemed like forever, we reached a metal door, that was being guarded by two men, who stepped aside and opened it for us. Such gentlemen... We continued down another long hallway before we reached another door. The policemen led me inside. It was another concrete room with a table and chairs in the center and a mirror on one of the walls. An interrogation room. Great.

I was thrown into one of the chairs and my handcuffs were attached to the table. I watched as the police went and stood by the door, guns in hand ready to shoot if need be. Not a problem, I wasn't going to escape right now. I wanted answers as much as these fuckers did. 

After a moment a man, dressed in a suit, carrying a manilla folder, entered the room. He waved the other officers off and they left the room. I heard the door lock behind them. I watched the man as he sat down across from me. "Dakota Winters. We have been looking for you for a long time." the man said. 

"I know. And yet, you couldn't find me. What changed?" I said with a tinge of sarcasm. If I was being taken to prison I wanted to know how they did it. And I wasn't going down without an attitude. 

"A little birdy told us about you." He responded throwing the manilla folder onto the table. It was a thick folder that landed with a satisfying smack on the metal desk. 

I leaned forward in my chair, "And who would that little birdy be?" I narrowed my eyes. 

"Actually, I have some questions for you first." He said, I threw myself back in the chair, staring at him, with a deadpan look. He opened the folder and picked up one of the many papers. "It looks like here we have a list of crimes committed by a mystery woman. Let's see. Aggravated assault, arson, assault and battery, bribery, burglary,  disturbing the peace, extortion, prostitution, robbery, shoplifting, theft AND vandalism. Quite the list! And multiple accounts of each!" He looked up at me. I didn't give him any sort of reaction. Sure I did all those things, but I wasn't going to admit that out loud, especially not here. 

He looked back down at the paper stack of papers, "All of these are detailed accounts of those incidents, but we could never find who did them. With the new evidence we were brought however, it was very easy to find you." He put the paper down and looked back up at me.

"And what evidence would that be?" I asked, folding my arms as much as I could, with the handcuffs on.

The man just smiled at me. "Well, we were presented with footage that had been lost at the time the crimes were committed, so we had your face finally. And then we were given a name. And from there you were simple to find. Especially since you have been out and about so publicly." He said condescendingly. I just shrugged. "What? Nothing to say?" He questioned.

I shook my head. "No. But my question still stands. Who turned in the evidence?" 

"For the safety, of the person who turned it in, I cannot give you that information." He said. I turned away from him. I wanted to curse him out so badly and kick his ass for being such a dick. But I held my tongue. I shook my head, not meeting his eyes. "If you confess right now, we won't have to drag this out longer than it needs to be." I looked back to him and narrowed my eyes.

"As if I would admit to anything." I spat. The man sighed and stood up. He took his stupid manilla folder with him.

"It was nice talking to you Ms. Winters." The man said, knocking on the door.

 I just shook my head. "My boss won't be happy to hear this." I smirked when he turned around and looked at me.

"I'm sure." He smirked back and the door unlocked and opened. He left the room and the other police officers came back in. They removed the chain that was keeping me to the desk and took my arms. I stood up and followed them as the pulled me along out of the room. I was led down the hall and back through the metal door. We went down a different hallway this time, instead of going back the way we came.

After walking for a while, we came to another metal door, guarded by more police. They opened the door and we walked through. We walked into a room, every side was covered in jail cells. The police brought me to one of the cells unlocked it and walked me in. They unlocked my handcuffs and walked out of the cell. They locked it behind them. I just smiled at them and watched them walk away. 

I looked around the cell. There was a toilet, sink and a bed. That was all there was, the basics. There was even a window on one of the walls, which was nice. It was barred off and probably had six inch thick glass but it was nice to at least have an idea of what time it was.

I knew they could only hold me here for a limited amount of time until I was actually convicted, so I wasn't worried about that. And even if they did hold me I could always use my ability to escape. 

I needed talk to Mori about this. I needed to be under the protection of the mafia for this specific reason. This was exactly what I was afraid of. I had stopped being careful once I joined the Mafia because I had the protection. I guess that was a mistake. I should have kept monitoring my records, made sure I was still a ghost in the system. 

It was too late now. Nothing I could do about it. I sat down on the bed, and held my hands together. I watched outside the window. I could see birds flying around and trees outside. The sun had started setting casting an orange glow across my cell, when I heard footsteps approaching. I looked up from the floor. 

It was Chuuya. Accompanied by a police guard. My eyes were wide with surprise. The police walked up to my cell and unlocked it. I stood and ran over to Chuuya. I threw my arms around him and he wrapped his arms around my waist. "Thanks for coming." I said. 

"I couldn't leave my partner." He said. I let my arms fall from his neck and he dropped his from my waist. The police officer closed the cell and began walking. Chuuya and I followed him as he led us back through the metal door and down a hallway to the lobby of the police station. He waved us off and we left. 

Chuuya's car was parked in the parking lot and we both got in. "What happened?" He asked once we were on the road again. 

"Someone turned me in." I said quietly, looking down at my hands. Chuuya sighed.

"Who did?" He questioned.

"They wouldn't tell me." I responded, still looking at my hands. Chuuya's hand landed on top of mine. I looked up at him.

"Don't worry we'll find who did it. Mori spoke with the police chief and told them you were under his protection. They won't come after you any more." Chuuya explained. I sighed a breath of relief. I was worried about that, but I was glad it was already taken care of. I turned my hand over in Chuuya's and held on to it.

"Thanks for coming for me." I said quietly, looking down at our entwined hands. 

"I wasn't gonna leave you behind." He said, reassuring me. He gave my hand a squeeze and I smiled. I was glad to have Chuuya as my partner and I was glad I joined the Port Mafia, even if I shouldn't have. 

And now I had a new objective: find whoever turned me in and have a chat with them.