Skylover4life: Ah! II'm so sorry! I promised I would have had it yesterday but uh...here's the thing. When I came home yesterday my router box was broken and we replaced it today. I did procrastinate a little but for me to even post the chapter in a matter of days is strange. I am very determined to get this show on the road. If I have any mistakes I haven't seen already I will fix and edit that tomorrow. Ah yes! Oliver will definitely be in this chapter. I will say the romance will be slow but it will be there. Not yet though. I want to torture you! We have to realize thought that Naru is a Virgo. He's critical and won't accept anything that isn't perfect. Nothing less! I will make a bio on Lisana soon. I'm very sorry for those who know more British or are British and facepalm at my cluelessness. A million apologies!

Thanks Snowlepard for being my first review! Hugs and Kisses! ^^


Chapter 2: Harsh Relizations & Seing Double.

October 12 , 2010 (Same Day)

Within the days I had spent here my search became fruitless. The locals refused to meet eyes with me and I knew why. Prior to coming here with my mother I learned the British were not very warm with strangers. Though a few were kind enough to give us directions. Some just looked like they couldn't be bothered with my presence and I hoped the trip here wouldn't be a total embarrassment.

"It's freaking cold out her Ma. I have n-never worn so many l-layers of clothing in m-my life." My mother latched on to my arm shivering.

"When a-are t-t-they going to pick u-us-s up?" I shrugged in response shivering in the process.

"Beats m-me."

My mother peaked from my shoulder and a honk made us jump from our spots in the sidewalk. My eyes narrowed at the tinted limo. It was more square than a normal limousine. It glistened from the cherry scented wax.

"I-is t-that for us?" The chauffeur opened the right door and approached us. We had been standing in front of the apartments this entire time and we blinked owlishly at the elder man.

"I presume you are the Stradsfields family?" He gave us a questioning glance.

"Actually it's Stadfield" I huffed in response. He looked at his note card and laughed half-heartedly at his mistake.

"Ah yes! My apologies. I suppose you would be the young mistress...Miss Lisana."

A smile tugged at my lips at the honorific. Miss sounded so...so fancy. I definitely wasn't used to it.

"N-no w-worries." We were dying to get in the limo by this time and I couldn't help but notice the chauffeur was laughing being those silver aged eyes of his. He was eyeing our clothes for good reason. Here he was in a suit and a cap and here we were bundled up in layers.

"Ah were are my manners! Please come in! The Davis Manor awaits for your arrival." He opened the black limo's door. It was in more modern and had a sleek leather interior. My mother and I made haste and scurried in the limo and sighed in relief as the warmth of the heating air conditioning swept over us. At first I WS relieved and it was then I would realize I would suffocate and die of a heatstroke if I didn't loose the dead weight in clothes. My mother must have thought the same because we both started to strip each extra layer of coats.

"How many layers did I put on!? There's so many!"

Within the thirty minutes we started to break of from the main part of London into a more private area. I noticed we were reaching a paved road in the hillside. I breathed in awe. My auburn locks of hair fell slightly and framed my light sun-kissed skin. I hadn't bothered to put it up today but I had to make it presentable to the Davis family. The last thing I wanted was to look trashy and too casual. Despite the odds the Davis family agreed to hear my case only due to my special circumstance. I never thought I would be glad to be cursed with such an ability. Unfortunately my PK ability lacked immensely but they looked passed that and were far more interested in my "Special hearing"

As we reached the property gates I began admiring the inside of the limousine once more. The black leather was completely flawless. No wrinkle or tear in sight. It hadn't been the first time I was in a limo but it was beautiful nonetheless. There was a bountiful amount of buttons which I dare not press. God forbid one of these had a missile launcher because if it did...I would press it.

My thoughts began to began to transition to the idea of my sister...my baby sister would be thirteen and a half I believe...I would turn sixteen next year. I wonder how she would look like..? I tried to remember the little pieces of the memories I had left of her but only flashes of what feel more like dreams than memories racked my mind. It didn't help that my minds natural defense was to block that terrible event.

The only thing that made me feel devotion and love for her were the pictures my parents had in the photo album. The same photo album that would bring my father into tears. It was difficult seeing my parents suffer the way they did. My brows furrowed in response. My mother seemed the most distraught but I could never compare the pain they felt. They were both hurt...I was hurt. At one point my parents were incapable of taking care of me for a while but my family couldn't stand for it and made them summon the strength to look for her. Despite their choice to keep looking up and being optimistic something changed that day. I could see it in my mother's eyes. In my father's smile. There was a loss of love. A part of their heart was ripped out and they were and still are trying to heal.

My mother called my name and I looked up at her melting brown iris's. The hint of sparkle in her eyes almost made my eyes well. She was hoping. Hoping for a miracle. Hope to find that last piece of her heart.

"Lisana? You alright honey?" I snapped out of my daze and shook my head in response.

"No Mom. I'm fine. Just a little nervous." I say pulling at my jacket. I looked down on the car floor and saw the removed jackets laying there. The limousine had been parked for a while because my mother was out of the car waiting for me. The chauffeur looked at the Jackets and let out a jolly laugh.

"Don't worry young miss. We'll have these pressed and ready for you later!" A maid had collected the jackets and the another older gentleman greeted us who i presumed to be the butler. The chauffeur had bid us a wonderful day and we walked in the paved brick road that led to the house. My jaw fell slightly ajar and my eyes sparkled.

The mansion. looked like a castle. Lined with various flowers of the fall season. They still had grass that was healthy and green. The pond on my right Was considerable massive but it was nothing compared to the mansion. It was cream colored and had too many windows to count.

"Right this way Ladies." He lead us to the oversized twin doors. The wood glistened a dark maple color. I nod and when the doors open my mother and I let out a gasp. The house was themed with the rich dark brown color and had cream colored drapes. The chandeliers hung above the huge ceiling. A few paintings adorned the walls. As I admired the interior a voice rang through. It was heavy with the signature British accent.

"Why, If it isn't the Stadfield Family! Right on time I see." A man stepped down the main staircase. It was at the center end of the main lobby. Two separate doors were under the set of the staircases. The staircase reminded me of the staircase from "The beauty and the beast" it broke into two staircases that broke off and one led to the east wing while the other to the west wing.

"Hello there . I'm glad you decided to hear our case and help us out. My name is Marianna and this is my daughter Lisana. My husband could not make it today. He's been overworking himself lately. I fear for his health. "

"Ah, yes. So I have heard of the tragedy but I am no the one you came for. I was not the one to accept your case. "

My heart started pounding in anxiety. I spoke up my voice quivered. "Aren't you Oliver Davis? You have a doctorate no? "

"No -I mean I do but, that would be my son has an honorary doctorate degree. There is difference you know. My name is Martin Davis. Glad to be of your acquaintance ." He took my mother's hand and kissed it gently. I turned pink as he did the same with me. "Wallace, please escort the ladies to Oliver's office immediately. You know how he gets when we keep him waiting."

"Yes sir. Right away."

"Please do excuse me ladies. I'm off to run an errand. " Another Butler appeared by his side and opened the front door for him. We followed Wallace upstairs into the west wing and walked thought the halls. We passed several doors and took a left and went straight again. The hall itself was huge. Spacious. At the end of the hall we could see a wooden frame glass door the I figured lead to the balcony. We stopped before we could reach it and the Wallace stopped at a door which was again to my left. Knocked on it gently.

The door opened and a very tall pale man opened the door. His olive black bangs covered his left eye. His skin was pale. 'Was this Oliver? I only looked up the name on the internet. He had no pictures. Only a website. Some of the information was on Wikipedia but over than that I relied on rumors and what other people claimed they saw. I contacted him through email and assumed the family had accepted to hear us out. Now I was under the impression only this Oliver Davis was interested.

"Please take a seat." That was until I saw him. Voice like velvet. British accent apparent. Sitting at the sculpted cherry wood desk was the enigma that was Oliver Davis. Sitting arms propped up, fingers intertwined as the rest above his chin. His raven locks contrasted with his flawless pale skin. As he beckoned us towards him I could see his shining amethyst eyes . I think what surprised me the most was the fact that he looked Asian.

I sat on the right next to my mother as she explained our case. I hunched over spacing out and tried to block the anxiety I felt. I hadn't known why but being close to Oliver was almost suffocating. It was like there was this invisible fog around him it was overpowering.

I could feel his eyes bore into me. I felt like small and insignificant and quite frankly I was tired of it.

"Lady Stadfield. I would like to have a word with your daughter. It will only be a moment but I would like for you to step out. " My mother nodded and gave me an assuring glance. I watched her as the tall man walked her out of the room.

"Lin, please keep Lady Stadfield company. Your presence isn't needed at the moment."

Lin had given him a curt nod and closed the door behind him. That's when I felt the spotlight. I had his full attention now. Or was it the other way around?

"Now that there is no one to intrude. I would like to ask you a few questions."

I stayed silent and looked up from my hunched position. I locked his gaze preparing myself.

"Now that I know the details from your case I'm aware that you have almost no recollection of the incident correct?"

"Yes."

"You are aware of the statistics on child abduction and the percentage rate of finding your sister alive?"

"...Yes."

"Knowing this information, how are you certain your sister is out there? What makes this case so much more different in your eyes?" My eyebrows furrowed.

"...Its hard to explain...Every time I touch one of her things its like I can feel her life force. I feel like its drawing me somewhere. To where she must be...Its strange I know but its almost as if I can sense the aura of the living. I know she's out there."

He stayed quiet and wrote some notes down in a black notebook.

"...Not only that but I can hear the voices of the dead." He didn't stop writing.

His response was almost as if I was commenting on the weather.

"I also understand you believe to have psychokinetic abilities as well?"

"Yes but its not very developed. I can only move small objects like paper clips and erasers."

He stayed quiet and slammed his pen down. I flinched. "Miss Stadfield I believe you don't understand how I do my work. I solve cases that involve the supernatural and paranormal. I strictly considered your case as a hearing to assist you but, seeing as how the statistics are not in our favor I cannot do anything about it. Here is why. One: You don't seem to have any clear evidence. Two: The possibility of her being alive are slim to none. And Three: You have little to no recollection of that day. I'm by no means a miracle worker Miss Stadfield. You can tell your mother I'm not interested in accepting this case and you can have a very nice day."

My heart shattered and my eyes started to sting from the tears I was threatening to spill. "THAT'S IT? You invite me and my mother over just so you can give us a bit of hope and crush it at the same time?!" I knocked the chair back as I stood up. "Do you have any idea what its like!?... SEEING TWO COMPLETE STRANGERS RAISE ME? THOSE AREN'T MY PARENTS ANYMORE. THEY'RE JUST BROKEN PEOPLE WHO LOST A PART OF THEIR HEART A LONG TIME AGO. TODAY HAS BEEN THE FIRST TIME IN YEARS WHERE I SAW HOPE IN MY MOTHER'S EYES AND YOU'RE GOING TO TAKE THAT AWAY!?...DAMN YOU!" It felt myself shake at the force and venom of my words. My eyes shot wide open when a crash pierced the air.

SPLASH.

Never before had I showed any defiance in my life but there was always a first for everything. I felt so relieved though. It felt as if the chains of my frustrations were off and I was a present moment really free of the wait and my knees were ready to give in...and they did. My eyes were blurred with tears, rate and disappointment...AND WAS THAT TEA IN MY EYES?!

I wiped my face and looked up. Lin must have been the one who poured the tea because he was holding the teapot in his hands. My Mother was giving me a concerned glance and I looked around to see Oliver. His face was unnaturally calm.

"Are you done?" My hair was soaked and my dress shirt was drenched. The tea had been warm. The click of his shoes filled the silent air and walked towards me.

I stayed silent and met his gaze. His aura was closer. I don't know how I didn't notice nor Lin or my Mother. "Starting next week I want you here at 7 A.M sharp. With that PK of yours your bound to hurt someone and you need work." His yes darted to the right. A vase that once stood at his wooden stand had been completely obliterated. The shelf behind him in his library were flung open. He fiddled with a pair glasses that I presumed were also his. The lenses where cracked completely, he would have too get the lenses replaced.

"You will also have to pay for all these damages. You could easily pay for this but that vase was a family heirloom that dates back to the 16th Century. "

"Whaaaat! If its so expensive why didn't yo have it a case?" He made a face if suggesting if I were stupid.

"I did. That was was made out glass and you broke that as well."

Oh...

"..." He turned to my mother.

"Has she ever had any of these tantrums before Lady Stadfield? "

"Oh, No. My daughter isn't the type to throw such tantrums. I'm very sorry for the mess Dr. Davis. She's usually very quiet." My mother crouched down and grabbed my shoulder to help pull me up. I could feel a warm and gentle breeze behind me.

"Is everything alright here? " I turned my head towards the door. There standing there inspecting the mess was Olivers identical twin. A mirror image. His attire had been completely different. He wore a black coat as opposed to Oliver's Silver one. I guess that's what physically drew them apart but emotionally they were polar opposites. I could feel it.

"Testing out another theory I see." He shook his head and walked towards me. "Really Noll, you need to learn how to properly treat a lady. Otherwise the day will come when you must marry. Come here Miss let's get you dried up shall we? "

"Refrain from calling me that."

"Is idiot scientist better then?" He smiled a serene smile and had me and my mother follow him out the door.

Oliver grunted and Lin stayed silent as ever.

That was the day everything changed. As I looked behind me I knew I would be seeing his face again next week. I figured then that if he couldn't help me find her then he would give me the tools to do so. Because I'm tired. Tired of being absolutely useless.


AN: Can I at least get some points for originality?! No? *tears* I see how it is! Fine! Well I'm going to go eat some Bangers and Mash and have some bloody tea! Well my tea won't be bloody at all...and I ..won't have bangers and mash cause i dont have ingrediants to make some...NOOOOOOOO!

WELL I HOPE TO HAVE THE NEXT CHAPPIE UP BY THURSDAY. FOR SURE. PLEASE! ...R-E-V-I-E-W! I WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU GUYS WOULD LIKE TO SEE IN THE FUTURE?