The Real World and The Real You (Johan Liebert x Reader x Anna Liebert)

Five Months/Acceptance

Frozen. That's how you could describe both you and him. There he stood, the man you had seen dragging Nina away, holding a clipboard and wearing the customary white coat, signaling his position as a doctor at the hospital. Everything about this meeting was messed up. Why was he here? Where was Nina? Why did you have to run into him at the place where you were supposed to forget Nina and all your worries for a time? But you couldn't let this opportunity pass you by. He had to know something and you were gonna find out what it was, even if you had to use force.
You silently dared him to escape, as you narrowed your eyes and shot him a glare, ''I think we have something we should talk about, don't we?''

You were both quiet. After having seated yourself at a table near the windows, you were left wondering what to say. The man was silent, staring down at his intertwined fingers with a solemn expression. Looking out the window, where the trees' green leaves shook in the wind, you made up your mind.
''Is Nina safe?''
He clenched his hands. Not a good sign. Not a good sign at all.
''I don't know for certain, but the last time I saw her, she was physically unharmed.''
A moment of silence ensued.
''How do you know Anna?''
''Anna?''
''Nina's real name.''
Real name? Had she been using a fake one? And for what purpose?
''I'm her...- Well, I used to be her classmate before she disappeared. I want to know where she is. You have to tell me! I know no one else who can help me with...-''
''I understand that it must have been hard to deal with all this'', he interrupted you, ''But it's not safe. I can't let you get involved in this. I don't even know where she is at the moment.''
You slammed your hands on the table, wincing at the searing pain in your right arm, causing the man in front of you to jump slightly in his seat, ''But you have to know something! Please, you don't understand at all. I have to find Nina, I have to, I just...'' You slumped down into your seat, ''...I don't know what I'll do without her. Not knowing whether she's safe or dead, or tortured, or, or... I DON'T KNOW! Please, just... tell me something.'' You gazed at him with pleading eyes, ''She's my only friend.'' He was looking at the surface of the table.
''You've heard of the murders of middle-aged couples across Germany, right?''
''Huh? Yeah, I have. This BKA inspector named Lunge mentioned those too.''
His head shot up fast enough to give you a shock, ''Lunge? You've talked with inspector Lunge from the BKA?''
''Yeah, I fell when I was chasing you and Nina, and I hit my head so hard that it knocked me out. I was brought to a hospital, and he interviewed me there. It's because of that murderer of that gardener at Heidelberg castle.''
''Ah, I see...'' His head lowered once again, ''...I want you to understand how dangerous this is. Nina is chasing someone extremely dangerous and is probably going to try and kill him.''
''WHAT? Kill someone? That's...-'' He shushed you, and gestured to the people passing your table, who had turned to face you after your shout. This wasn't exactly a conversation that either of you wanted anyone else to hear, so you quickly closed your mouth and waited for the man to continue.
''I need you to understand just how dangerous this is! The one Nina is chasing is the mastermind behind all those murdered couples. If you are dead set on following Nina, those murders would be the place to start, but the chance of running into her is not very big.''
''I'll take that chance. Thanks for your help. I really appreciate it... Oh, I still don't know your name.''
For the first time, he gave small smile.
''It's Kenzo Tenma.''

Having said your forlorn goodbyes, you walked down the street, still processing the info you had been given. You had info. Your questions had been partly answered, but new ones had arisen. What where you going to do now?

It was about halfway home you remembered the package you were supposed to pick up, that you had forgotten. Great.

You returned to your aunt's house, with a sprained hand and no package. Your aunt wasn't pleased, but that was mostly because of your arm, and not because of the forgotten package.
''Honestly, you just went out to have a small trip to the town, and you come home with a sprained hand? This trip was supposed to be relaxing for you and then this happens. Dear child, the world isn't on your side today.''
Oh, it might not have been, but that was all going to change soon. In the meantime, you would spend your next couple of days preparing. Fortunately, your aunt had a computer you could use. Spending the day with your aunt, helping her weed the garden and prepare dinner, you soon found yourself the only person in the house who was still awake, as the sun had gone down some time ago. Turning on the computer, you winced at the loud start-up noise and the whirring of the fans, hoping it would not wake your aunt. Opening up Webcrawler, the search engine on the computer, you typed out the words and clicked on 'search'.