Two Faced Killer

Chapter 14: Death

Len opened his eyes the next morning, wrapped in blankets. He groaned, sitting up straight, feeling the cold morning air nipping at his bare skin. Beside him was an empty spot on the bed.

Sarah...?

"Sarah?" He called out her name once before lifting the pillow beside him. Underneath was a piece of card.

'I love you. Take care of yourself.'

The agent sighed softly and ran a hand through his hair, wild memories of the night before screaming in his mind. He didn't want her to get involved, but she did. He scowled, got to his feet and hurried into the bathroom.

Saturday, it's Saturday, Len reminded himself as he showered, his mind thinking back to the night before.

Fifteen hours earlier

Darkness clothed both Len and his partner as they slipped under the covers of the agent's bed. Len had his fingers tangled in Sarah's dusky locks, pulling her head back as he started to kiss her neck.

"I'm worried, you know," Sarah whispered, her eyes closed, her fingers trailing down Len's face as he kissed her. "The Cause called you. That's never happened before. What's it want from you?"

At first, the agent didn't answer. The sounds of his fervent kisses and the girl's soft moans filled the silence. After about a minute, he pulled back, licking her flesh before facing her.

"I don't know," Len replied, still not meeting her eyes. "It's been killing for so long. I don't know what it wants, and I..."

He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. The black haired girl kissed him on the mouth, taking his hands in hers.

"Crypton couldn't even trace the call," she said after breaking away. "K's a reputable agent, you know, and even he's worried. He used to be one of Crypton's best..."

"That idiot's got nothing better to do than smile," Len mumbled, running his fingers down the girl's torso.

"He tries to lighten the mood. Besides, even he hasn't been smiling for the last few days. We're all worried about you, Len...I don't want you to get hurt."

Present day

Len Kagamine only had plans to inflict pain and not to receive it. He stepped out of the shower and wiped the fogged mirror with his hand, looking at his reflection. He didn't look tired or anything, but something was definitely different.

He groaned slightly, shrugging the notion off and exiting the bathroom. He dried himself up and got dressed, pulling on a long sleeved, burgundy shirt and black pants. Len ran a hand through his still wet blond locks and plopped down on the edge of his bed, pulling open his bedside drawer and taking his cell phone out. He dialled a few digits and paused, hesitating, his finger hovering over the call button.

"Tch," he bit his lip and called, putting the phone to his ear and counting the rings before it was picked up.

Two.

"Still want to talk to me, huh?" The woman on the other end laughed softly.

"Our last meeting was interrupted, Leslie." Len answered smoothly.

"Same place as last time," she said. "Be there in half an hour."

Len hung up and pocketed his phone, briskly walking out the door, right out of his home. He started to jog down the street and began sprinting as he saw the bus approaching the bus stop. Quickly, he climbed on and grabbed a seat.

He got off at the bus stop near the restaurant where he had gone with Neru. The area was etched into his mind. He glanced at his phone...

Two minutes.