Chapter 5. Hello, Hell! (Part 1)

~15.07.2013, 1.00 a.m., MISSION~

What needed to be on the looked out for is a blond-haired man with dark blue eyes. That is her mission. It’s far from over. The politician isn’t the last target for the TDE. There are two more targets for them. And only after that will suicide be appropriate.

She looks down at the city’s streets, lights, and crowds. The city never sleeps… and so will she until she finds him.

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~17.07.201, 12.00 p.m., JEREMY JEFFERSON~

We arrived here only yesterday’s morning. It is a one-bedroom apartment down in Toronto, Canada. Since we got here, both of us felt so tired that we both fell into a deep sleep. Ivan fell asleep on the couch. And I slept on the bed. I don’t know how long had we been asleep since when I woke up now it is already noon of the next day. That was one hell of a sleep. And fuck, look at Ivan, he’s still asleep. I hope he’s not dead.

I got up and immediately feel like my head is spinning. That’s what you get for sleeping for so long. I walk my way to the couch where Ivan is sleeping. He sure sleeps like a baby… I hate that peaceful look on his face. Here, this should wake him up. I kick his leg real hard that he wakes up immediately, groaning in pain. “Hey! What the hell was that for?!” He asked, looking irritated and angry at me through his half-opened eyes.

“You slept like a log. I’ve tried calling you but you didn’t even budge,” I lied. I secretly laugh at him on the inside of my wicked head and try so hard to keep myself from smiling from my success in kicking him. One hell of a high school life he gave me, a little kick could never be compared to what he had done to me. God, looking down on him who’s half-awake with his hair tossed up like that, Ivan is one hell of a Sex God! Like he was in high-school, he’s still hot. He’s still as annoying, though, just not much as a jerk as he used to be. Maybe it’s because he didn’t have his friends around right now. Or maybe he had just grown-up. But his body looks very good, very well proportioned. I bet there’s six-packs underneath that shirt.

“What do you want?!” He asked, still looking irritated at me as he got up to a sit and wrap himself with the blanket. He looks like he’s about to flop back onto the couch any minute from now with his eyes half-closed like that.

“I’m hungry. Your important witness is hungry,” I said. And I make sure to remind him that I’m at a leverage on him.

“Oh fuck. Just check in my bag. There are plenty of edible stuffs in there,” he said lazily like he didn’t give a damn about me. He immediately falls back down on the couch with his eyes close. He’s about to go back to sleep again, huh?

I walk over to his bag and unzip it. I had my mouth wide open at the sight of the so-called edible stuffs he had said. I walk back to him with the bag in my hand in anger. I kick him again. “Fuck!” He complained.

I ignore his cursing. “What are all these?” I asked.

Ivan looks down at the bag with his eyes half-close. “Food. You know…things you eat. Consume. Got it, alien?” He said, being cynical.

“Haha. Very funny,” I faked a laugh at him. “But these foods. Things you eat. Consume. Are not healthy, human,” I said to him, following him up cynically with his alien joke.

Ivan shoots a dirty glance at me. His eyes are no longer half-close. He now seems fully awake and deeply annoyed. “What are you talking about?” He asked.

I sigh at him. “These are processed food. Can stuffs. Instant noodles. No way. I’m not eating anything unhealthy. I’m also a fucking vegetarian. And I cook. You’re gonna buy stuffs for me to cook and we’ll only eat home-cooked meal, got it?” I explained. I think I’m ordering him around but fuck it, who cares! I won’t eat these stuffs!

Ivan has his jaw dropped. He looks at me like he’s trying to process everything that I had just said in his head. And he came up with a very proper conclusion. Proper for his ass, of course! “I hate vegetarians. And I hate you,” he said as a-matter-of-factly.

I just choose to ignore that very statement of his. “Good to know that. Now go shopping. Shoo…,” I said, shooing him off like he’s a dog.

“I’m not going shopping and you’re going to have to eat these,” he instructed me, being persistent and refusing to back down.

I smile at him cynically. “I rather starve to death and you’ll lose your important witness. I’d like to see where that will take you on your way-to-success career path,” I said, again, stressing my leverage on him.

Ivan looks at me as if he’s trying to see if I’m serious and gives up when he can see that I meant every word I said. Ivan closes his eyes irritably. He then gives out a long sigh before he got up from the couch. He looks at me like he’s about to eat me and mutters; “Un!-Believable!” He then takes his jacket from the table and gets out of the apartment’s door, closing the door behind him with a slam. I smile to myself. I am the big bully now, idiot. Hahaha!

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