He'd pulled the final box into his new apartment. Apollo let out a heavy sigh, reaching into the final box. It was full of photographs and books. On the top of the pile was a photo of him and his best friends from his college, beside it was him and his first girlfriend.

"I think that's the last of them." Ema puffed a breath of hot steam from her lips.

"Ja…" Klavier sighed in relief, taking his seat on the chair opposite the couch Ema and Apollo were sat on.
"Uh…I think I have a bottle of lemonade." He reached into a shopping bag by the door, offering the bottle to the pair.

Ema glanced down at the box, taking the photo of him and his ex into her hand.
"She's very beautiful, who is she?" The girl in the photo was gorgeous.

"She was my first girlfriend." He thought back to that day when the photo was taken.

-x-x-

"Apollo! Apollo!" The brunette ran through the halls, looking for the boy who was two years her senior. He was going to leave high school soon. She crashed into someone.

"Hey be careful!" The male growled.

"A-Apollo!" She pounced on top of him, pinning him to the cold floor in the hallway.

He was grateful about the fact all the others were in classes.

"Katie!" He pushed her off him carefully before helping her up. She was a little shorter than him; if she stood on her toes she could just about reach his lips. "What are you doing here!?" He kissed her softly. Nobody else knew of their relationship.
"Well…will you take me to see the parade tonight?"

It was hard for the pair to have a relationship, both of them were orphans, both had grown up together. Apollo had been granted his freedom more than Katie, he was allowed to do pretty much whatever he wanted. He had a family or at least someone to watch over him, a man, Kristoph Gavin had taken a shine to him. Katie was still lonely in the orphanage.

"Sure Katie." He ruffled her hair gently as he answered her question.

The photo had been taken at the parade.

-x-x-

"What was she called?" Ema clicked her fingers in front of Apollo.

"Her name was Katie."

"She looks younger than you in this picture."
"She was two years younger than me."

"Herr forehead, I must be going, setting up for a show." He grabbed his car keys. "See you later…ja?"

"He's a great fucking help isn't he!" Ema yelled out the door at him. She joined him back on the sofa, they found letters, ones he and Katie had written to each other when she was adopted and taken away. One was sealed, the letter before saying 'I love you. I'll never forget what you've done for me. In my next letter will be a gift you gave me years ago, give it to another girl – one you will want to spend your life with'. She figured that the letter which was sealed contained this 'gift'.

They'd found a photo of him in Ivy U. A few of his friends posing for the photo with him.
"You seem to be thinking whenever you hold a picture." Ema stated.

"I'm thinking of the memories attached to that picture…" Ema found an intriguing image.

Apollo was alone in this picture. He looked so…normal. He didn't have his hair spiked up the way it was now, he wasn't wearing a suit and he was younger.

"You look so different…" She seemed shocked.

"Yeah…" He sighed as if caught in a dream. "I was about fifteen then."

"Where's your spikes?" She flicked them on top of his head.

"I'd only just started growing my hair then, so it was too short to do this." Surrounding him in the photograph were white doves.

"What's going on in the picture?"

"Trucy's not the only magician you know." He smiled. "When I was fifteen I did this amazing magic trick in front of the whole of my school." He reached into the box, pulling out a deck of cards. "I threw the cards in the air and then a load of doves appeared." He remembered the cheer and holler of the crowd as it happened and all the innocent white birds soared above the spectators.

The next picture was when he was fourteen or fifteen, just beginning ninth grade, just beginning high school. It was amongst the common high school time known as senior prank time.
"You look stupid. Who's the senior girl as well?"
"That senior girl is the daughter of the couple who adopted me." Apollo smiled. "She and I were having a food fight. It got out of control and me and her got coated in food."
"Wow, that's so cool. My sister's too old for all that." Ema smiled but it soon disappeared.

"Your sister how old?"
"She's 13 years older than me."

-x-x-

They continued to rummage through the box. As they reached the bottom photos were splayed all across the floor around them. Then Apollo pulled out something he was sure didn't belong to him. It was a diary, an old one, with a leather cover. He carefully undid the buckle on the side.

"I've never seen this before…" Apollo rubbed his thumbs against the smooth cover which was torn in places.

"Well why was it in your box?"

A sheet of paper fell out first.

"Your baby's medical record?" He carefully unfolded the sheet, it had been unfolded many times, Apollo could tell. "It doesn't have names on it…" He felt his heart beat faster.

"It looks like some notes a nurse has written." Ema studied it.
"What is it saying?" The writing was far too scruffy and some of the words were names of medicines and illnesses.

"It says that the baby has an issue with eating. The parents of the baby have to administer special medicines to make the baby eat."
"If this is about me then it's still true now." Apollo sighed heavily. "My stomach doesn't work right, it means I don't usually want to eat." He turned his attention back to the book.

He carefully turned one of the stained pages. The writing was fine script, almost identical to the way he wrote.

'Theo says he looks so similar to me. I think he's just saying that to flatter me. Theo's been waiting hand and foot on me, telling me I should save all my energy for the new guy. The baby's keeping both of us busy, still he's so adorable we can't help but keep holding him.' He flicked further.

'Today, my father came to see the baby. He always told me that when I was a kid, I'd told him that I always wanted a little baby. I wanted the baby's dad to treat my baby the same way my father did me….' He flicked towards the end.

'I've been told it may be unsafe for the baby. I found a note attached to Theo's dead body, saying…' The page had been stained and the ink had flowed.

"Ema, check this out."
"Oh my…" She whispered to herself. "I think the person was crying when they wrote this."

He flicked the next page, it was blank but a piece of plain white paper slid out. It wasn't stained like the other sheets of paper.

"There's a date on here, it's about five years after my birth." Apollo unfolded it.

'How long has it been since you died Theo? 4 and a half years? I miss you now more than ever. I should tell you, I went to see him. I went to see our son today. His fifth birthday has just passed. The lady at the orphanage was honest. I was forced to take him there when he was 18 months of age. She said he wouldn't recognise me.

I think that a part of my boy did. He has longer hair now, he looked handsome too. Dressed in a red shirt and jeans. He smiled at me, it was almost as dazzling as yours was. I told him I was an old friend of yours, not his mother, he masked me what you were like. I told him you were a nice man and that in a way, he made me think of you.

I gave him one of my bracelets, you remember? The one's that make our powers work? I didn't tell him anything more but I did take him and some friends to the playground.

Keep on watching over him Theo. Keep on watching over our son Apollo…


I write this in hopes that one day he will find it. Then he will find your grave and find a key to his past. I miss my baby and I miss you as well. I regret what I'm doing now…the fact I have fallen in love with the prime suspect of your murder. I can't feel the same for him as I did for you. I love you, I miss you so.

I will send this and my diary to his carer. She said she would put them in the box he carried all his memories in. When he's older he will visit your grave.

You are buried in The Fallen Cemetery, near the front with your favourite saying: 'Child's play' written across it. There our son will learn your full name and where he was born. He will find my name when he finds his bithday...

Until he finds me I will not feel loved again. Watch Apollo, make sure he gets the best he can get. Always yours…

"It's written by my mother!" Apollo yelped. He had the key to discovering his parents all those years. "Ema can you give me a lift up to the cemetery."

-x-x-

They'd searched for hours, studying each headstone for the slogan.

"I give up." Apollo fell to his knees on the grass by an unknown person's grave.

"Apollo! Apollo! I think I've found it! Apollo!!" Ema called.