AN: NOT A COUPLE STORY. This story is about the rogue man who finally got caught... Then meets one of the female guards. They become fast friends...
The black wolf was very, very pissed off. He allowed himself to be captured Von the cops. He then realized how smart they had gotten. He couldn't snap the handcuff like he normally could. 'Well... That's new,' he thought to himself. He tried to struggle his way out of the cuffs, yet nothing happened. He was sitting in a cold metal chair, alone in the interrogation room. He groaned.
The door opened slowly, revealing the man in white. He was a tall, gray fox. His stone-cold eyes never left Light's. According to his name plate, his name was 'J. Turner'. Mr. Turner's face held no sympathy for Light's situation.
"Mr. Sullen," Turner sagte with a curt nod. Light nodded back. "You know what Du did."
Light rolled his eyes. "Oi, J, my nose itches!" he complained. Turner's face was not amused. If anything, it got even Mehr stoic looking. Light rolled his eyes and twitched his nose. "Come on, man!"
"I refuse to scratch your nose. Du might bite me," Turner said. Light, for the millionth time today, rolled his eyes.
"I will NOT bite Du IF Du scratch my goddamn nose, J!" he wouldn't-- couldn't-- allow himself to beg... His dignity, not to mention his ego, would be damaged. He couldn't have that. He was number 1! The bigshot! He had a bloodthirsty reputation to uphold! He was NOT going to Abschicken to some old coot. He wiggled his nose again, and the 'itchy' sensation vanished... Wow, handy trick.
Turner slowly closed the door and made his way over to the metal tabelle Light was seated at. He took the chair opposite Light and folded his hands.
"So, Mr. Sullen, are Du ready to admit to your crime?" he asked.
Light smirked, "No. Are Du ready to admit to your crime?"
Turner still was not amused. "And what crime is that?"
"For stealing a lamp post and shoving it up your ass."
Turner sighed. "Am I going to get anywhere with you?"
"No," was his annoyed reply.
"Light, I'm your lawyer, not your enemy. Just plead guilty...! Maybe they won't put Du on Death Row."
"I'm going down with dignity, if I'm even going down. I can guarantee that I can escape from prison, just like Tenanah's sister."
Turner stood out of the chair and made his way to the iron door. "Whatever, Light. I'll give Du a tip, though."
"And what's that?"
"Don't drop the soap." The door closed on a very confused criminal.
The black wolf was very, very pissed off. He allowed himself to be captured Von the cops. He then realized how smart they had gotten. He couldn't snap the handcuff like he normally could. 'Well... That's new,' he thought to himself. He tried to struggle his way out of the cuffs, yet nothing happened. He was sitting in a cold metal chair, alone in the interrogation room. He groaned.
The door opened slowly, revealing the man in white. He was a tall, gray fox. His stone-cold eyes never left Light's. According to his name plate, his name was 'J. Turner'. Mr. Turner's face held no sympathy for Light's situation.
"Mr. Sullen," Turner sagte with a curt nod. Light nodded back. "You know what Du did."
Light rolled his eyes. "Oi, J, my nose itches!" he complained. Turner's face was not amused. If anything, it got even Mehr stoic looking. Light rolled his eyes and twitched his nose. "Come on, man!"
"I refuse to scratch your nose. Du might bite me," Turner said. Light, for the millionth time today, rolled his eyes.
"I will NOT bite Du IF Du scratch my goddamn nose, J!" he wouldn't-- couldn't-- allow himself to beg... His dignity, not to mention his ego, would be damaged. He couldn't have that. He was number 1! The bigshot! He had a bloodthirsty reputation to uphold! He was NOT going to Abschicken to some old coot. He wiggled his nose again, and the 'itchy' sensation vanished... Wow, handy trick.
Turner slowly closed the door and made his way over to the metal tabelle Light was seated at. He took the chair opposite Light and folded his hands.
"So, Mr. Sullen, are Du ready to admit to your crime?" he asked.
Light smirked, "No. Are Du ready to admit to your crime?"
Turner still was not amused. "And what crime is that?"
"For stealing a lamp post and shoving it up your ass."
Turner sighed. "Am I going to get anywhere with you?"
"No," was his annoyed reply.
"Light, I'm your lawyer, not your enemy. Just plead guilty...! Maybe they won't put Du on Death Row."
"I'm going down with dignity, if I'm even going down. I can guarantee that I can escape from prison, just like Tenanah's sister."
Turner stood out of the chair and made his way to the iron door. "Whatever, Light. I'll give Du a tip, though."
"And what's that?"
"Don't drop the soap." The door closed on a very confused criminal.