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Note: Four reviews already? That's so awesome! Thanks so much! So, even though the genre officially says mystery and romance, I'm here to say that this will include almost all the genres! Too bad there's not a button for that. Prepare for suspense, action, adventure, angst, friendship, and tragedy! And I gotta say, I'm not one for long-winded beginning, I'd rather dive right into the story. That said, enjoy!
"I must warn you," Yao said as he rang the door bell to the condominium, "he has a lot of energy for his age."
"Don't worry, my sisters were pretty hyperactive, too," Maria laughed, "I can handle it." Yao opened his mouth to say something more, but before he could, a man with caramel-colored hair and bright blue eyes behind glasses opened the door, a big smile spread across his face.
"Yao! Wow, I haven't seen you in weeks," the man greeted excitedly as he patted the Chinese man in the back a little too hard, causing him to cough. When he laughed, no, guffawed, Maria found out why Yao tried to warn her.
"So you must be Alfred. It's nice to meet you." Maria held out her hand politely and gave a pleasant smile. She had always been told that first impressions were crucial, so every time she made sure to be a bit cordial.
"But I've already met you," Alfred frowned, "You're Xiao Mei, right? I see you working at the Jade Dragon with your family."
"Um, this isn't my daughter..." Yao whispered to him.
"What? No, my name's Maria," she introduced herself, a little annoyed. She didn't look anything like Xiao Mei, or even mildly like Yao. For one, her skin tone was totally off, and second, Xiao Mei was only fifteen. Did she really look like a kid? Alfred wasn't very observant, it seemed.
"Oh, sorry about that. But yeah, I'm Alfred, nice to meet you, too," he grinned lightly, finally shaking her hand.
"Al? Who's at the door?" called someone from within the condo. "Don't be rude! Show them in already!"
"Okay, Matt," Alfred called back, then stepped out of the doorway, letting Maria and Yao enter. After taking a quick look around, she found that she liked his place. It was nice and cozy, like her apartment, but not as decorated and cute. But it still had that feeling about it, like it welcomed anyone through its doors. As Alfred led them to the kitchen, they passed what seemed to be an entertainment room, with a flat screen TV and a shelf cluttered with various video games and movies. There was also a very expensive-looking computer sitting on a large desk, which had piles of papers hastily stacked on top.
In the kitchen, someone who looked so much like Alfred that he had to be his brother, no doubt about it, was flipping pancakes and frying bacon. When he turned around to say hello, his face was strikingly similar to Alfred's, only his hair was a tiny bit different, with a stray curl, while his brother had a wayward strand of hair that stood up. "We were just about to have breakfast, would you like to join us?" asked the brother with the curl. Maria had almost forgotten how it was only 7:30 in the morning. Lucky for her these two were early risers.
"Oh, no thank you, I already ate," Maria declined, but accepting a seat at the table when Alfred offered. Yao said the same.
"Okay then. I'm Matthew, by the way," he answered. Then he tilted his head a little, staring at her with curious eyes. "Did you say you're name was Maria? I've heard that name before…Oh, I remember now! You're Kiku's girlfriend, right?"
"Yeah, or at least, I used to be," Maria muttered sheepishly, while Yao looked away uncomfortably.
"Used to be? What happened? He talked about you all the time when he came over. Like he couldn't stop thinking about you," Alfred inquired as he loaded his plate with bacon and pancakes.
"Really? Well, could've fooled me. He just high-tailed it out of the city, only leaving a stupid letter," she grumbled back. Angry thoughts were beginning to form in her head again as Yao spoke up.
"That's actually why we came here," the Chinese man told Alfred, "You wouldn't know anything about Kiku's sudden departure?"
"…Well, I don't know any details or solid facts really, but the last time he came by…" Alfred trailed off, and Matthew frowned. They appeared to be recalling the same memory, and their lighthearted atmosphere changed drastically.
"What happened?" Their strange expressions had peaked Maria's interest. Maybe she'd finally get a clue as to what was going on exactly. But when they hesitated to answer, she grew impatient. "Look, I think I deserve to know more. You don't understand. That damn letter didn't say anything really. I have to know!"
Alfred sighed. "I just don't know how to put it into words. A few days ago, he showed up on my doorstep with wild eyes. It was raining that night, so he was sopping wet, as if he'd run all the way here. We gave him a towel and some dry clothes and tried to calm him down."
"Yeah, he was in a pretty bad condition. He looked like his was still in shock from something," Matthew recounted, thinking back.
"Then what happened? Did he say anything?" Yao pressed.
"I don't think I'm supposed to tell you," Alfred said slowly, but then sighed once more, "But I guess you guys aren't taking no for an answer. I guess we weren't sworn to secrecy or anything. When Kiku finally calmed down, we asked him what was wrong, but he wouldn't tell us. 'I can't bring myself to say it out loud,' he said. But then, he asked me to make him a downloadable virus."
"What? You can make those?" Maria frowned.
"Of course, didn't you see all the computer tech in the other room?" Alfred smirked, "It started with just finding cheats and stuff in video games when I was younger, but now I think I can say I'm a pretty good computer hacker."
"Yeah, it's like a hobby of his," agreed his brother, a slight disapproving tone in his voice. Maria scrunched her brows. What a strange hobby…
"Anyway, at first, I wasn't going to make it for him if he wasn't going to tell me what it was for. All he told me is that he needed one that could crash an entire database, but he wouldn't tell me why. But he kept asking, almost pleading, and I couldn't say no anymore. I've never seen him look so…desperate."
"So you made him a virus?" she asked, still perplexed.
"Yeah, I worked on it all night like he asked me to. But a virus like that can't just be sent from one computer to another. I put it on a USB drive that has to be plugged into the main computer of the database," Alfred explained, but Maria still didn't really understand. "Kiku said he knew how to get past the computer's pass codes and into the main database. From there he would just have to download what was on the hard drive."
"But he never said what the virus was for?" Yao pursed his lips. What was Kiku up to? With every new piece of information he grew even more disconcerted.
"No, I gave it to him the next day, and he just said thanks for everything, and left. That's the last time I saw him," Alfred tapped his fingers on the table. "But when he was trying to get me to make him a virus, he mentioned something about his work."
"His work?" Maria repeated.
"Yeah…what do you know about his work?" he inquired, but he seemed to already know the answer.
"Well, he works for a pharmaceutical company called Teramist. He's a sales manager there," Maria told him, wondering why he asked with a strange look on his face.
"Yeah, that's what he's told me too," Alfred said darkly, "But that's a lie."
"What? No, it's not," Maria objected, "If I ever asked him for painkillers, he'd give me some. The labels on the bottles always say 'Teramist.' That's even what it says on his business card."
"It's easy to forge those. The pharmacy is just a cover up, I'm sure of it. After he left, I went to the Teramist website. The website's fake, that's a fact. But there was a link that employees were supposed to use that led me to another website. It's heavily encrypted, not even I can crack it. If it's just a pharmacy, why are they hiding something?"
"Even still, you're story's hard to believe," she repudiated tentatively, "How do you know the website's fake?"
"Actually, Matt figured that out. Tell her, Matt!" Alfred patted his brother on the shoulder proudly.
"Well, if you take a closer look at the site, Teramist doesn't do anything to advertise its products. You can't even look at what types of medicine they have. It says if you'd like to purchase something, you have to purchase it from a local pharmacy, but think about it. I've never seen any Teramist products in the stores. Kiku gave you some pain killers, but how hard is it to just tear off an old label and stick on a new one? No one notices that its medicines don't exist because no one really orders Teramist when there are much more commercialized brands out there. There's not any contact information on the website," Matthew explained sensibly, as if it were obvious. "It's like they don't want you to know about their company. And if that's right, how do they make the money they need to run Teramist?" Even Maria had to admit he had a point. She had never even heard of Teramist before Kiku came along.
"Okay, that could be true," Yao said thoughtfully, "But do you have any solid proof?"
"Not really," replied Matthew, "Al can't decode the encryption, so this all just something of an educated guess."
Maria got out of her seat. "I need to know more…" But there was no contact info on Teramist. How the hell was she supposed to get answers?
"Did you try Kiku's apartment?" asked Alfred.
"Er…no," she mumbled. That should have been the first place that she checked. But she figured that was too easy or something. It was a start though. "We'll go there right now," she said to Yao, who nodded, then turned to thank the two brothers. "Thanks for all your help, I really appreciate it."
"Wait, we're coming with you," Alfred declared, putting his empty plate in the sink. Matthew nodded in agreement.
"You sure?"
"Yeah, we want to know what's up with Kiku. He's our friend, too," Alfred smiled, showing his sincerity as his mind was made up. "He still has my USB drive. I can't let him leave with my stuff!"
"Okay, but I'm not driving you two. I don't have room in my car," Maria grinned. The two brothers laughed and Alfred held up his car keys, signaling that he had his own ride. As she turned the knob to the door, she wondered why Kiku had never introduced her to his friends. Not just these two, but he had never really introduced her to any of his other friends. And why did he have to go and keep all these secrets? As she got to her car, she stopped in her tracks, feeling a tiny bit of shame at her sudden realization of her own hypocrisy. She hadn't told Kiku everything about herself either…
"Ve~ Where did you say Gilbert went off to again?" Feliciano asked as he cooked the pasta for lunch.
"He got another assignment, so he left a while ago. He's on his way to New York City, I think." Ludwig answered from the kitchen table, not even looking up from the newspaper.
"Aww, that's too bad. And you just started your vacation, too! Now you two can't have any quality time together," Feliciano sighed as he began mixing the sauces. As soon as Ludwig told him when his vacation weeks were, Feliciano planned his visit to his residence in Germany. "So who's his assignment? Is it another bank robber? Or is it more dangerous? Like a serial killer?" He asked excitedly. "I know Gilbert likes it when the case is more interesting."
Ludwig folded the newspaper and placed it on the table, hesitating to answer. He had meant to keep Gilbert's next target a secret from the Italian, knowing it would just upset him. He himself had been uneasy as he read Kiku's profile page. Even Gilbert was down as he prepared for the hunt. But maybe Feliciano deserved to know as well. "Well…neither of those. You remember Kiku, don't you?"
"Of course I do! We were all good friends in school, ever since I can remember," replied the Italian happily, thinking that Ludwig had just changed the subject. It never crossed his mind what Ludwig was trying to imply.
"Feli…" the German frowned, unsure how to phrase the situation.
"What's wrong?" Feliciano put down his tasting spoon, seeing his frown.
"You see, Kiku's his target," he finally uttered out, and then saw the shock register on his friend's face.
"What? But why? I can't imagine him doing anything wrong! What did he do?"
"W-well, I'm not sure. The charges on his profile page weren't very specific."
"What did they say?" Feliciano was troubled by the news. And he knew that Ludwig was, too, even if he tried to hide it. They did owe Kiku their lives, didn't they?
"All it said was 'wanted: dead or alive' across the page and at the bottom it said 'for crimes against humanity.'" Ludwig recalled. What was that supposed to mean?
"Do you even have a key to his apartment?" Matthew asked at they walked up to Kiku's room.
"Of course I do," Maria said, trying not to show how irritated she was. They had exchanged keys to each other's door last month. And Kiku used hers to leave a break up letter on her counter while she was waiting for him at dinner. Actually, he still had hers, she realized. Damn it, all this was so confusing. If he really meant what he had written in that letter, then why didn't he leave her key under mat? Why did he keep it?
As she unlocked his door and pushed it open, she had the same bracing feeling in her gut that she had when she first opened the letter, unsure of what to expect inside. "What the hell?" she muttered as she stepped into the room, which looked like a tornado had swept through it. Papers were littered all over the floor, drawers and cabinets were wide open, couch cushions were overturned, and the window was flung open.
"Um…I don't think Kiku did this…" Alfred whispered. "He was also so neat and organized."
"His photos are all gone from the wall," observed Yao, "And his computer's smashed."
"Weird…" was all Maria could say. Every time she had been over, there was not so much as a single folder out of place. Alfred was right; it wasn't like Kiku to leave such a mess. Then she saw the empty frame that sat on his desk where a picture of the two of them had been. Another reminder of how it was over…
"It looks like someone else was here, looking for something," said Matthew. "The window's been wrenched open from the outside, and that's how they got in. If anything was here that would lead us to him, it's probably already been taken or destroyed."
Maria was beginning to lose her temper. What was this? Her questions were still unanswered and now more were springing forth. She absolutely hated being left in the dark. It was like the person she had been dating, the person she had loved, didn't exist, or was just a cover up, hiding so many secrets. But how could that be? Her feelings were real, but were Kiku's? Now she had to find him. Confront him. Demand to know if he had really loved her all that time, or if his letter really had said the truth.
Just then, Alfred's pop ring tone tore her away from her thoughts. He answered it, and the others waited patiently for Alfred to finish, but as the person on the other end kept talking, he scrunched his brows and creased his forehead. When he was finished, he stared at his phone for a moment, thinking, and then said, "That was Francis. He said…well, first, he asked me if I knew what was wrong with Kiku…I said no, I'm still trying to figure it out, and then he said that Kiku visited him just now…"
"What?" exclaimed Yao, but Maria was puzzled. She didn't even know who the heck Francis was.
"He was just at Francis's place?" asked Matthew, shaking his head, "All the way in Paris?"
"Kiku's in France?" she echoed. He must have left as soon as he dropped off the letter then, if he was in Paris already. So he really did leave the city like the letter said.
"Did Francis say anything else? Inquired Yao, gears turning inside his head, Maria could see.
"Yeah, he said whatever's going on is connected to Kiku's work. He's deduced that much. And right before he left Francis's house, Kiku mentioned going to London," Alfred relayed. There was a pause while everyone stood, stuck in deep thoughts, before she burst out.
"Great, I guess that means I get to go to London!" squealed Maria cheerfully. She had always wanted to visit the United Kingdom. It was one of the countries she had yet to see. Traveling around the globe amazed her every time she came to a new place. She loved seeing different cultures and eating new foods, and she'd never tried any genuine English food before.
"You're just going to follow him? That's some determination," Matthew cocked his head to the side.
"Of course, no one leaves me alone in a restaurant for two hours and gets away with it!" she announced. Kiku owed her some serious answers, and she was going to get them no matter what.
"I'm not letting you go alone," Yao sighed, knowing that he couldn't change her mind and that he would have to accompany her.
"We're coming with you guys," Alfred said, excitement shining in his blue eyes.
"Hold up, why are you coming?" Maria asked inquisitively. She didn't expect him to join her just like that, especially since they had just met not an hour ago.
"Like I said earlier, Kiku still has my stuff. Plus, it looks as if Kiku's in some kind of trouble. If we're going on an adventure, then there no one fitter than me to be the hero!" he proclaimed animatedly.
"You play too much video games, don't you?" mumbled Maria, exasperated, but she didn't argue. But perhaps they wouldn't just be dead weight she'd have to lug around, they could prove themselves useful. Matthew had a keen eye for things out of place and Alfred was good with the high tech stuff.
"I'll say," laughed Matthew. Then his voice grew tentative. "But airfare these days…"
"Oh yeah, we're a little short on cash, aren't we?" frowned his brother.
"Don't worry about that," Maria smirked. "I can take care of transportation."
"How? That's a lot of dough…" Alfred bit his lip. He didn't like anyone paying for his things, and he especially didn't like being in debt.
"I can ask my dad if I can use his private jet. I'm sure he'll give it to me; he can never say no to his daughter," she reassured him.
"You're dad has his own jet? Are you rich or something?"
"Yes, he has a jet, but no I'm not rich. My parents are, but I'm not," Maria made herself extra clear. She really didn't like that word. Rich. It disgusted her, and it was the reason she left the estate. But she really did miss her family sometimes, and she knew her father did, too, which was why she was so certain he'd lend her the jet. Even still, she didn't like to be reminded of all that. "So anyway, I'll call my dad, and meanwhile you two should go pack your things if you're determined to go with us. I'll grab my own stuff and Yao already has his, so meet us at Teterboro Airport in an hour, okay?" The two brothers nodded, trusting she could acquire the jet and headed toward their car. Maria sighed and pulled out her phone. While she was still confident about the jet, she hadn't talked to her father in months, so she wondered how many questions she'd have to dodge.
A long line of curse words floated in Lovino's mind as he stared at the files in front of him, using all his willpower to keep from exploding in front of his boss again. Normally, he didn't care whether Antonio was present as he cursed left and right, but today was different. Today, even Antonio was in danger of losing his mind, so Lovino decided it was best to stay quiet for the time being to allow him to cool down. But he wondered if that would ever happen. The files of missing people just kept piling higher and higher each day. As part of Madrid's detective agency, it was their job to get to the bottom of this, but there was not a trace of any of these people. It was as if they had just vanished off the streets. How the hell were there so many freaking people gone?
He picked up the nearest file and looked at the profile page again. Isabel Santiago. Age 19. Disappeared on her way home to her dorm after going to the grocery store last week. Then he scanned the next file. Ricardo Fernandez. Age 31. Never returned home after work one evening three days ago. Lovino looked at a third file. Lilliana Masserton. A tourist from America touring the capital, but went missing after going souvenir shopping. None of these files seemed to have any distinguishable connection! Each missing person was a random as the next. Whoever was kidnapping these people didn't have any preferences. So what was their motive? Lovino couldn't even begin to guess.
The missing persons count had climbed to over 100 people last night. That was completely unacceptable, and the citizens were scared and angry, claiming that the agency wasn't doing its job. But Antonio was not concerned about losing his job. He could care less about that. Antonio hated himself for failing his nation. He was supposed to catch the bad guys to prevent them from harming innocent people, but now, he couldn't even do that. His last shreds of hope were in danger of being ripped right out of him, and Lovino hated seeing him like this. The Italian had read the files over and over again, trying to find any hidden clues, but it was fruitless. The only similarity he could find was that all these people disappeared after the sun went down. And each person was alone, walking through the streets in the dark hours. Now, Lovino did have one idea that would lead him to the culprit, but it was almost too risky, and definitely dangerous. And if he told his boss, his plan would be rejected immediately. But the more he thought of it…
His train of thought was broken when Antonio suddenly jumped out of his seat and crumpled the notes in front of him. After slamming his fist on the table, he fell back into his chair and then put his elbows on his desk, hands covering his face. Regretfully, Lovino knew his boss had reached a breaking point. Seeing him so dismayed, he made up his mind that instant. Lovino would carry out his plan on his own so he wouldn't have to watch Antonio like this anymore.
Gilbert took long strides as he made his way through New York City. On the outside, he just seemed like any other pedestrian hurrying to their destination in the crowded city, but on the inside, his emotions clashed within. He had never experienced such mixed feelings in any of his previous assignments. He was a bounty hunter, and a pretty damn awesome one at that. The money was good, and Gilbert absolutely lived for the excitement, the adrenaline rush that came every time he approached his target. It was like the job was made for him.
But not this time. Why did it have to be Kiku? Gilbert wasn't sure he could complete this one. Not only were they old friends, but Gilbert felt indebted to the guy for saving his brother's life. Damn it. He had to make up his mind before he reached the apartment. In his indecisiveness, he thought back to his earlier targets. They had deserved justice, every one of them. Gilbert had even had to kill some of the malicious ones, but he didn't feel any trace of regret back then. It was because he viewed them as the bad guys who would just take more lives or harm more innocents if he let them get away. But he couldn't see Kiku as the bad guy.
Even still, Kiku must have done something unspeakable if he was wanted dead or alive with such a large bounty placed on his head. Perhaps Kiku had changed since they last saw each other and had turned to darker ways. His strides quickened as he suddenly made up his mind. He would catch Kiku and demand to know what he had done. Then he would decide for himself what to do.
With new resolve, he waited at the crosswalk for the sign to change from the red hand to a white figure walking, signaling it was okay to cross, when someone called his name from behind. "Gilbert!" He turned around at the sound of her voice to see one of his old friends hurrying up to him.
"Lizzie," he said, surprised as she stood next to him at the crosswalk, smiling.
"I was wondering if you were the albino I knew," Elizaveta laughed lightheartedly. "I didn't expect to see you here! Are you vacationing here too? Which hotel are you staying at?"
"Oh, um, yeah! I'm staying at the Pierre near Central Park," lied Gilbert. Elizaveta already knew that he was bounty hunter, but he'd rather not say that he was here working.
"Seriously? Me too! It's such a nice hotel! No wonder it is got five stars! I always like visiting this city, especially since a lot of our high school friends live here. I dropped by Alfred's and Matthew's yesterday for a quick visit. You should visit them while you're here too," she gushed, talking really fast as usual as they crossed the street. "Hmm, these streets look familiar…I know! This is the way to Kiku's place, I think. Are you going by to say hi to him?"
"Um, yeah, just going to make a quick stop," Gilbert lied again through his teeth, but she didn't notice. He was a good liar; it seemed to come with the job. After dealing with the deceitful, some of their malevolent ways seemed to rub off on him.
"Then I'll come with you! I was going to visit him sooner or later, so I might as well go with you," she bubbled happily. "I haven't seen him in person for a while, but we've still been in touch. Last I heard, he got a new girlfriend! I really want to meet her; she's probably adorable just like Kiku."
"Actually, this is a private visit," Gilbert said quickly, "I don't think you should come." The last thing he needed was her watching him apprehend their old friend. Talk about awkward...
"What? Why? Don't be a stranger, Gil, I doubt there's anything you have to say to Kiku that's that private," Elizaveta waved off.
Gilbert sighed. There was no way she'd leave him alone if he kept up this act, so he might as well tell her. "Look, Lizzie, I'm here on work."
"Oh. So you're not actually going to Kiku's?" The cheerfulness in her face dwindled, knowing what he meant by 'work.'
"Well…yeah I am," he shifted his weight uncomfortably. This conversation was heading downhill fast.
"Wait, does that mean…no way! You are not hunting Kiku!" she exclaimed, complete shock replacing her disappointment in her green eyes.
"Yes, I am. That's why you should leave now. You don't need to see this," he said, making his voice stern and even a little grim.
"First tell me what the charges are," she huffed, this time her voice unreadable.
"All it said was wanted for crimes against humanity."
"What? But that could be anything! That's it, I'm coming with you," she said as she crossed her arms over her chest indignantly. Now it was Gilbert's turn to be shocked.
"What? No, you are not coming!" he ordered, but she just kept walking, ignoring his command.
"Even if you're not going to take me to his place, you can't stop me from visiting him right now. I have to know what crimes against humanity means, and I'll make him tell me," she repudiated evenly. Gilbert sighed again and continued walking with her. She was always such a stubborn girl, even when they were younger, always having to get her way.
Neither had said another word until they reached Kiku's apartment and rang the door bell a couple of times, but there was no answer. Elizaveta was about to ask what they were going to do now, but Gilbert had already started picking the lock. She rolled her eyes and waited, and soon enough the door clicked open. When they entered the apartment however, she wondered if they had gone to the wrong room. Kiku would never allow his residence to get so messy! There was no way this was his place. But Gilbert chuckled, causing her to raise an eyebrow.
"Do you believe me now? Looks like Kiku skipped town. I'm not the only one after him judging by this mess. The window is open, that's how they got in. I guess I'm going to have to track down Kiku the hard way then," he smirked haughtily. He always loved it when his prey tried to get away.
"Okay then, I'm going with you," Elizaveta put her hands on her hips.
"Not happening. It's too dangerous," he replied immediately, giving her a hard look.
"Oh come on. This is Kiku we're talking about. Besides, you need me. I know him better than you do. Plus, I'm in touch with all of our old friends and they might know what's up with him. You need some girl intuition on your side, trust me," she smiled mischievously. It was time she got a piece of the action for once instead of listening to Gilbert babble on about his adventures.
"Are you being serious? Why do you even want to come?"
"Because, Kiku's my friend, I want to know what happened and if I can help him. I'm going so that when you catch him, I can get some answers, and then I'll help your judgment," she claimed, lips set straight.
"But…" he said feebly, her stare boring into him. He hated when she did that. Then he considered her words. Normally, he worked strictly solo, but maybe letting her tag along wasn't so bad. It might even be fun to mix it up a little. "Okay fine, you can help. But that means you're working for me, so if I give you an order, you have to follow it no matter what. And no confronting Kiku without me. My word is absolute, got it?"
"Fair enough…but first tell me something." Suddenly her mood darkened and she looked down at the floor. "Are you going to kill him?" She almost didn't ask for fear of the answer, but it was best she knew what she was getting into.
Gilbert hesitated at first, but when he answered, his voice never wavered. "It says wanted dead or alive. I'm going to be the first to catch him so that I can catch him alive. If he committed a crime, then he has to answer for it, but I'm not going to be the one to pull the trigger. I think that would settle my debt at the least." At this, Elizaveta smiled. His behavior might say otherwise, but deep down inside, she knew he had a gentler side to him that rarely showed itself. But when it did, she loved it.
"Then we should get to work right away," she said, saluting her temporary boss playfully. As they searched the apartment for any clues left behind, worry began to sprout in her mind. Crimes against humanity…what could that possibly mean?
From the Author: Hehehe the good stuff will be starting soon and I'm excited to begin working on it! Just a heads up: since it's summer here in the US, this story will be update at irregular intervals, but I'll try not to leave more that a week and a half in between each one. Anyway, I'd like to say that the style of this fanfic is...well, very simplistic. Very blunt and to-the-point. And I like it that way, so I hope you guys do too! Another thing, there might be some pairings later on, as you can already begin to guess, but I'm not going to write about anything too intimate. Hence the rating...but there will be romance!
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