Dealing with Problems the Lewis Way 2

Story by drunkenturtles on SoFurry

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#4 of What is Taken to be Given (WTG)

Okay, maybe Lewis doesn't always used violence, some things take finesse- not all, but some.


Done right on time, and I've finally had a chance to write more!

Oh, and Wulfy said: "Nya~" - Wulfy, 2017

Thanks for sharing with us, Wulfy.

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Chapter 4: Dealing with Problems the Lewis Way: Part 2

Lewis slowly crept into his house while making sure no one was in there as Sara and Chris carefully followed behind. "Thank Goodness, we're here in time." Lewis let out a sigh of relief while throwing his shoes under his coat hanger.

Resident Evil 4 - serenity (Merchant Theme)

Chris threw himself onto the couch, "Wow, that fight tired me out more than I expected."

"Well, maybe if you trained more then you wouldn't be so out of shape." Lewis teased Chris and placed two slices of pizza in the microwave. "I love me some two-day-old pizza!" he said to himself.

"How about no. Instead, why don't I help you relax... just get your mind off things..." Sara said, pinning Chris down to the couch. "With these~" she seductively continued, leading his hand to her breasts.

Chris blushed and he gave them a squeeze. "I-I didn't know you had those."

"Oh god, there's a place and time for everything and the couch is not the place for that! You can do that later on a bed." Lewis scolded the perverted Zoroark then took a bite out of his pizza.

"Fine, killjoy, but don't complain if you can't sleep tonight." Sara let Chris sit up and laid her head in his lap. Just as Lewis walked into the living room, someone knocked at the door, which made everyone but Lewis jump in surprise.

"Police, open up," the commanding voice of a man said on the other side of the door.

L.A. Noire- Menu Theme

Lewis looked around trying to think of a way to make his story fit. "Sara, Ninetales now. Chris, book!" Sara transformed into a Ninetales and he spawned a random book in Chris's hand. "Okay, our story is that I went to get some food for my Ninetales. I'll handle the rest- just play along." Chris and Sara nodded and went back to the couch. Lewis walked up to the door and cleared his throat.

He opened the door to two men in suits. They held out their badges and showed Lewis a warrant to search his house. "We would like to come in and take a look, if you don't mind," one of the detectives said.

"Yeah, come right in." Lewis put on a fake smile and let them in; he was thankful that he'd already had a story and that the plans were dealt with in a fire. The two detectives cautiously walked in with Lewis following behind, they entered the living room and were surprised to see his brother with a Ninetales resting in his lap; it was thought that Lewis lived alone and that his brother was in another region. The more they looked around the more unsettled the detectives became, their suspect was a fifteen-year-old with a normal looking house that smelled of lavender and coffee.

"So what's the matter, detectives?" Lewis said, taking a seat next to Chris while holding back a smile, looking at the detectives' confusion.

The two detectives took a seat on a smaller couch across from Lewis and pulled out a notepad. "We want to ask you a few questions." Lewis sat back and relaxed himself "Where were you two nights ago when that explosion occurred?"

"I was at a corner store; I think it was called Muzzy's supplies." Lewis explained as the detective wrote down some notes on the pad.

The detective without the pad added, "About what time did you go there?"

Lewis counted up the hours on his hands. "About at 3:40 AM, buying some food for my Ninetales. She was really hungry," he mentioned, rubbing her head.

"Why at 3 in the morning?" The other detective asked.

"I was up late playing games with my brother and she started whining for food, so I went and got her some food and that's when I heard the explosion." Lewis reached for his wallet and pulled out a receipt. "Look, if you don't believe me."

The detective took the receipt and analyzed it. "The day and the time matches," he told the other detective in shock, "You wouldn't mind us taking a look around?"

"Go right ahead." Lewis allowed the detectives explore his house; following them to his bedroom. They looked in his desk, under his bed and in his closet, trying to find anything that could make a bomb but they found nothing, as he expected. Soon, they went to look in Chris's room for something, as expected, nothing came up.

"We're sorry for the disturbance," one of the detectives said, sitting back down on the couch "But we found some security footage that would put you there around the same time of the explosion." The detective looked at Chris as he continued to read his book; it was hard to believe that Lewis's brother could just ignore two detectives like they were just flies in his house.

"No problem, detectives. I understand." Lewis had his occasional shit-eating grin as the detectives were being surrounded by a cloud of carbon monoxide.

"Why are... you... smiling?" they said before passing out.

Sara jumped off of Chris's lap and turned back into her normal self. "Now why did you do that? Weren't they leaving?"

"Yes, but they would still be looking for evidence against me... with all your street smarts, I would expect you to know detectives are really stubborn." Lewis walked over the coffee table between him and the sleeping detectives, "But they won't if they don't think I'm guilty."

Chris slammed the book shut and gently set it down on the table. "And how woul-"

"By making them think I'm innocent." Lewis had a blue aura around his hands, letting off a light blue trail in the air. "This is a 'party trick' I learned a few months ago, but I never had the chance to use it." He covered his left eye with one hand and placed the other hand on the detective's head, doing the same for the other one too. Their eyes shot open, making Sara and Chris lean back in surprise. "Hey, how have you been? Fine, great! So the story goes like this, everything checked out in here and my story checked out at the store. Now, if anything comes up with my name in it that can somehow link me to this case, you guys will ignore it, okay?" Lewis snapped his fingers, making the detectives fall back asleep then took a seat. He patted the space next to him telling them to take a seat; Chris took his seat and Sara went back to Chris's lap. Lewis cleared his throat. "Wake up!" he shouted at them.

The detectives shot up as Lewis shouted at them. "Oh god, we're so sorry for that, I don't know what happened. Well, I think we're done here. Thank you your cooperation." The detectives got up hastily and took their leave as Lewis escorted them out. Thank god, now I'll never hear about that ever again... I wish all my problems in life could forget who they belonged to~

After Lewis let them out, he laid down at the couch and let out a sigh. "I can never get a break, the week just started and there's already explosions, fights, drama, and to top it all off I have a deal to close tomorrow; which will probably make us five hundred thousand in one day!" He got up and went to his room. "I'm gonna blow off some steam~"

Several hours have passed before Lewis heard a knock at his door. "Come in," he spoke, allowing Sara in while she dried her hair with a towel.

"Hey, Lewis, I just wanted to talk to you." She sat down on the bed next to Lewis as he read a book. "I'm just curious about how you get your money. And can you brush my hair, please?"

"Sure." He took the brush and gently ran it through her soft hair black and red hair. "I have powers but I'm not great at it, so I kept it simple by making diamonds; it's just carbon. Maybe one day I could make a ruby, but it's a complicated crystal with less value than a diamond," he explained, finishing off the tip of her hair. "I have a deal to close tomorrow with a high-class dealer; I'm selling a bag of twenty-four karat diamonds for five hundred thousand even though they actually go for 1.2 million. I only work with pure diamonds, so they can't give up a deal like that."

"So how many times did you sell diamonds- and wouldn't you be rich by now if you could sell bags just like that?" Sara furthered questioned as she pulled on some tough tangles with her claws.

Lewis carefully pulled apart one final tangled lump of hair and placed the hair-covered brush on his nightstand. "I've only sold diamonds once in my lifetime, but for two good reasons. One: I don't want to lower the value of diamonds, and two: being rich would bring me way too much unwanted attention. Also, it's always sketchy closing big deals like those, even more when you've made a name for yourself by having money."

She placed her distinctive gold ring back on and added some finishing touches while they conversed, "But you're only fifteen, how did you get a house- is it even legal for these people to buy those diamonds from you?"

"People will do a lot for money, like this apartment; it's owned by someone else, but they do all the bills and I give them the money." Lewis opened his book and continued from the last chapter.

With a sigh, Sara laid down behind Lewis and made herself comfortable. "Whatever... One last thing, I noticed that you and Chris don't treat each other as brothers but more like... friends, and I just wanted to know the truth behind your relationship with him because I know there's more to you than what meets the eyes."

"Why don't you ask Chris that?" Lewis placed his book back on the nightstand and moved to the piano.

"Can't get answers when he's asleep on the couch." Sara pulled a pillow under her head.

SirensCeol - "Nightmares" (Wei-haas piano cover)

"Fine, I'll tell you. I knew Chris since I was twelve... forty years ago. We were neighbors and close friends but we lived in violent times in a troubled country called Brazil; a place ruled by drug lords and corruptions. When the market crashed, everyone ran out of money. Soon, chaos ensued and staying alive was a challenge. We were the lucky few as we lived in a protected neighborhood where people still had some leftover money, making us a target for the desperate." Lewis tried to calm himself by playing piano, wanting to forget those painful days. "And so it happened, the walls could not keep them all out. It was the middle of the night when they attacked; Chris's house was burnt down, killing his dad and giving him second degree burns all over his back. He ran to my house to hide with us but they followed him to my house. Everybody hid in the storage room and I hid in the kitchen with a knife. I was terrified when the three guys walked past the closet I was hiding in." Sara listened closely as Lewis told his story while playing the piano with such emotion. "But it was more terrifying when I noticed that they were heading to the storage room, so I took my chances and fought all three of them with a knife."

"And what happened?" Sara leaned forward and listen intently.

"It was dark, I was close to them and they were using large assault rifles in a small room so that helped me a lot. I was able to kill one guy with my knife and take his AK. I then cut down the two other guys in the front. I thought it was over, but in a closer inspection I recognized one of the guys I shot; it was the son of a vicious drug lord. So in seven days we adopted Chris, changed our names and moved to a new country up north called The United States, specifically in a state called Alaska; a very cold, unforgiving yet peaceful place. In those nine years we hid there I became a great sniper and hunter, learning how to compensate for all the crazy weather in Alaska and how to use a blade. When I was twenty-one, we moved to Washington State, where I improved my fighting skills and also learned how to manipulate well-known people; that helped me make money to buy a house for me and Chris. And when I was twenty-three... well let's just say shit hit the fan and I joined the Special Forces, but that's a story for another chapter of my life." Lewis ended the song and took a deep breath, "But the past is the past and I don't let it drag me down."

"Wow, I... I couldn't imagine going through the things you two went through." Sara looked outside at the flickering stars, at least the ones bright enough to shine through the city night. She got up and walked to the door, "I'm gonna get Chris. It's getting pretty late you know?"

Lewis switched off the piano and sat back at his bed, "I agree, it's a good time for me to go to bed."

Sara smirked, "Don't count on that~" and left the room.

Lewis let out a sigh and wrapped himself in his blanket fluffy blankets. "Try me!" he shouted. In the end, she stuck to her word and for an entire hour, the only thing he could hear was the bed banging against the wall and her screams of pleasure. But finally it came to an end and Lewis got his well-deserved rest... I'm shocked the neighbors didn't call the cops on us... well, I did kinda wish for this hehehe..._ _he thought to himself then passed out.

The Turtles forgot to buy wine; therefore, he cannot get drunk tonight, but he's still tired... Thanks and goodnight!