"Sorry, but the number you dialed is currently unavailable. Please leave a message after the 'beep'."When Lovina was voicemailed for the fifth time, her impatience got the better of her. Stupid frathello. Where the hell are you? Don't you know I'm getting married in a few weeks? The invitation has already been sent, the voicemails have already been recorded and yet Feliciano has not responded to his older sister's wedding. Even though he was younger than her, he was currently her only living kin to walk her down the aisle and give her away to a man he oh so hated. Also, there was also the food catering, Feli's seat which was reserved at the front for the bride and groom's closest kin, stupid family advice for Lovina's entry to the next chapter of her life and so on. That seat that Lovina had kept empty ever since Antonio started distributing the invitations could always be used to squeeze one of Antonio's many business partners.

Antonio was well-known for his wealth, his businesses, and his success at his tender age, his good taste in women and faithfulness to them. He had appeared on the covers of several boring business magazines that only old businessmen read, but has never appeared on a single cover or page of any gossip magazine. He could be Person of The Year for Time, but his past employment with fugitive Yamamoto Honda pulled him down. That was the only thing you could gossip about Antonio, but not scandalous enough to put him on a page.

This might be the last time.

As Kiku was drying her hair, she noticed that the doors and windows have been closed again, the curtains were drawn and the air conditioner was on. "Ugh, Tamara-san, you damn-"

Kiku nearly had a heart attack when she saw Tamara-san sitting on her bed. Who knows what punishment she would get for uttering those dirty, disrespectful words; especially when they were directed at Tamara? There was the usual unsatisfied frown on Tamara's face that gave Kiku the urge to slap it off her face. "You know, Kiku, you're having a fever now. You shouldn't wash your hair."

"And you should let me have some fresh air by opening the wall holes and turning off the damn air conditioner."

Tamara sighed. "Would you like to go out for some fresh air?"

"That wasn't very funny." Kiku scowled and then proceeded to mimic Tamara's posh and annoying voice. "What happened to 'It's dangerous to go out, Kiku! You'll get caught by the police and sent to jail! How am I supposed to answer to your father? Kiku, you're such a disobedient child!'?"

"Somebody wants to see you, Kiku."

Kiku paused. Could it be Feli? "Who is it?"

"An Italian young man who calls himself Feli. I hear he's your ex-classmate. He called when you were still in the shower, saying that he is currently on a business trip in Tokyo and would like to meet you at the airport's café before he gets on his flight back to Venice."

Kiku's eyes lightened up all of a sudden, melting off the dark expression earlier directed at Tamara. "That's…that's too good to be true!"

"It's true anyway." Kiku squealed in excitement as she hurried to get changed. Of course, she had her doubts about Tamara, but even little doubts couldn't stop her from meeting Feliciano, her only friend in the world. Just a minute with him is enough to make her day. But the little doubts turned out to be bigger doubts that Kiku would soon realize.

"Stupid girl." Tamara mouthed as her fake smile disappeared. "Maybe if you had obeyed me, I would have let you live here a bit longer."

Arthur's eyes were bloodshot and sore from doing nothing but staring at his computer screen since morning. The computer screen was adorned with the live footage from the cameras installed in Kiku's room, from the inside and outside of her house and the police van. Since morning, Kiku had done nothing but take occasional naps and read manga. Maybe he should have agreed to letting his team in Tokyo install a camera in Kiku's bathroom, but he would be in for hell if his superior found out about it. It is unprofessional, lecherous, despicable, humiliating and extremely ungentlemanly! Her words were replaying in his head like a broken tape recorder. Yes, Arthur Kirkland, the famous Agent K was ruled and bossed around by a woman, or rather a schoolgirl.

The current head of MI6 was the daughter of the ex-head named Victoria. She had long dark hair, tanned skin and she hated British people although she talked with a London accent. Majority voted in favor of her becoming the next head. But they were all bootlickers who wanted to keep their jobs. Arthur was probably the only one in the service who argued with his former superior to have somebody with more life experience to be the head. You would think it would be a suitable thing if Arthur was dating Victoria, but she was a real pain in the neck. She had the body of a grown, mature woman, an unlimited variety of vocabulary but the mind of an immature schoolgirl. She especially enjoyed picking on Arthur since he was the one who voted her down.

Arthur had other cases to attend to, simple cases which involved an amateur murder or a serial killer on the loose in another country. Victoria seemed to have purposely put him the case he was trying to avoid. It was the only case that neither SIS nor CIA could solve in years. And seeing that it would already four and Kiku hasn't left the house, that stupid informant must have been lying. He sighed and disconnected his monitor from the cameras, taking a sip from the cup of tea on his desk as he stretched his rusted limbs.

"Having a good time slacking, Arthur?" Victoria snapped as she barged into his office with a man following her. Oh no. It's her time of the month.

"I was just taking a little rest after working for eight hours straight. May I help you, Victoria?

She rolled her eyes, which made Arthur want to throw his fist at her face. "I've got someone to help you for your case."

She's gotten help? For me? Is it Opposite Day today? He laughed, at first it was a chuckle which turned into an uncontrollable manic laughter. "Why don't you go home and get some rest? The weather must be getting to you."

Victoria was about to nag and whine at Arthur, but was interrupted by the platinum blonde man behind her. "Dude, you know I'm like, standing right here right?"

Arthur wiped away the tears he shed from laughing. "Oh, hi there. The janitor's office is on the first floor by the way. You'll get what you need there."

"This is Agent Alfred from CIA. He's younger than you in age but when it comes to spying and case-solving, he's nowhere lower than you. Please show some respect." Arthur realized Victoria was not throwing a tantrum so as to not lose face in front of an agent from CIA.

"Oh. Sorry. Is he the new trainer for the newbies?" Arthur shrugged as he brought his teacup to his mouth.

"Uh, no. I'm here for the Yamamoto Honda case?"

"Ah, well it would be good for someone to carry the bags."

"Dude, I know you're big agent and all, but I have feelings too, kay? I'm here to help you to solve that damn Yamamoto Honda case. From what I heard, you're having lots of trouble with it." Alfred scowled.

"You've got some nerve to talk to me like that, kid." Arthur said cockily. "I have you know I'm doing a great job at that case. In fact, I'll be able to catch the man by today. But if you're looking for a job, the janitor's office will always be open for you."

"Do have any idea who I am?"

"No and I don't care. I'll be getting back to work now."

Alfred tip-toed and peered at Arthur's computer as Victoria was about to explode from fury. He snorted, as there was nothing on the screen but the Victoria's Secret wallpaper. "I can see that."

Arthur grew bright red. "Fine. You've been acknowledged, happy?"

"Yep."

Victoria clapped her hands together excitedly and smiled at Alfred. "So Alfred, how's about we go for some tea?"

"Well, I prefer coffee but sure."

Arthur frowned. "You know…I could go for some tea too."

"Shut the hell up and get back to work!" Victoria ordered, which sounded like a screech of a banshee. Arthur fell off his chair at her sudden outburst and watched indignantly as the two strolled out of his office, talking and smiling from ear to ear. "Well, it looks like somebody has replaced me for Employee of the Month."

"She's a beauty, Antonio. A beauty that can cause mass destruction and countless lives. A beauty that will make us the richest duo in the world, we'll having all the wealth in the world…literally this time." Yamamoto said as his lips curved into a devilish smirk. The key was attached to a ring that hung around his finger, occasionally making a 'clink' sound. The young Spanish man stared at the key across the dining table. He wished he could just snatch that key from the elderly man's finger and run away, then he wouldn't have to share his wealth with an old man near death. He wanted all the riches to himself. His eyes grew bigger with greed as he stared at that small key that could give the right to rule the world, literally.

"What are you planning to name it?" Antonio asked, eyes still glued onto the key.

"Kiku. Because it's the only thing in the world that's as precious to me as my daughter."

Short chapter? xD Thanks for reading! And sorry it took me days to come up with a chapter this short. D: