Two Faced Killer

Chapter 8: Scuffles

Len dropped Neru off at her home that night, mentally noting her address at the outward appearance of the place. It was a small home of red bricks and a black roof. Nothing stood out, but then again, the Cause wouldn't really want to stick out.

"I'll...see you tomorrow, I guess?" Neru's face flushed when the agent offered a comforting smile, "U-Unless you want to come in, of course. I mean, there's nobody but me, and..."

"Maybe next time," Len took her hand in his and squeezed it gently, leaning towards her and kissing her softly, testing her for a reaction. He got what he wanted, and Neru acted like any other girl would. She pulled him closer and closed her eyes, but Len pulled away quickly, teasing her.

"Hey!" She blushed. He laughed.

"Good night," he said, waving and walking away.

After he got to his home, the agent checked the perimeter a couple of times and entered the place. He pulled his shoes off and tossed his jacket onto the living room sofa before heading into his room. The curtains were parted slightly, white light spilling onto his bed and streaking his sheets as Len plopped down on the bed with his back to the light.

He pulled Leslie's card out of his pocket and simply stared at it. It had a few phone numbers on it, as well as the name she went by: Leslie Adams. What Len needed, however, was who she was. He had never seen her in Crypton before. Maybe she worked with the Cause, and if she did, Len started doubting that Neru was the one he was looking for.

"Tired?" A cold voice from behind made Len twist his head back in surprise. He slipped the card into his pants pocket and scowled at K, who was standing in a corner, hidden by the darkness.

"You," Len growled.

"Did you have a good time?" K teased, approaching the agent.

"That's none of your business."

"Relax, Kagamine. I just want to know how the day went."

Len looked down at his ivory hands, flexing his fingers, watching from the corner of his eye as K took a seat beside him and ran a gloved finger down the length of his stupid mask.

"The classes are boring as fuck," Len swore. K clicked his tongue.

"That kind of language won't get you anywhere."

Len sighed and ran a hand through his hair, pushing it out of his eyes. "How's Sarah?"

"She wants to see you," K whispered, "Of course, she doesn't know about your...new girlfriend."

"That blond chick isn't my girlfriend," Len scowled, "She seemed suspicious. That's all."

K had a wry smile painted across his lips. "Do you want to see her?"

"Sarah?" Len asked, his eyes slit. Whenever K was around, the agent felt murderous.

"Yeah," K chuckled, "She's here."

"That's a lie."

"Oh? So I'm lying now?" K put a hand in his blue hair before calling out, "Sarah?"

Len watched as his bedroom door swung open gently, a soft creak cutting across the silence. The young woman, Sarah, looked at Len with a soft gaze, her blue eyes vacant, ebony hair falling over her shoulders and cutting across her forehead.

"She came," K said, amused, "She wants to help you."

"Sarah," Len raked his eyes across her figure, up and down. She was wearing a long black dress with straps, and Len could see the porcelain of her shoulders peeking out from the small slits between her dress and the coat she had over it, "Why are you here?"