Chaotic Martin Mystery

By: FunahoMisaki

(A/N: I own nothing and read last chapter.)

"Look lady. I don't know what the idiot told you to get you to date him but you should know that he's an immatu-" Diana began after a moment of dead silence in the hallway, causing Krystella to snarl at her.

"Don't you dare insinuate that he lied to me to get me to date him. I've been dating him for three full weeks and I know that he can be immature, reckless, and obsessed with the supernatural but that's just who he is! And guess what? I actually like him for that reason!" Krystella said ripping into Diana again as she glared fiercely over the scanner at the brown haired girl who actually backed up a step in surprise.

"Calm down Krystella. We don't wanna let her or anyone else ruin our date in a few minutes. I'm leaving now to pick you up by the way." Martin said glaring darkly at Diana as he turned his back to her and walked out the door with the others following, much to his annoyance.

"You're right Martin. I'll see you in a few minutes." Krystella said sighing and hanging up her scanner while Martin hung up his own as he put on a red and orange helmet, causing everyones jaws to drop when he climbed onto a black motorcycle that had a red and orange flame paint job.

"Where and when did you get a motorcycle?" Diana asked her step-brother in shock as she stared at the motorcycle.

"Two weeks ago and it was a gift." Martin answered briefly as he kicked up his kickstand and revved his engine.

"From who?" Diana asked in disbelief causing Martin to look at her flatly before he lowered the visor of his helmet.

"Our boss." He said flatly before driving off, popping a wheelie as he exited the parking lot.

"Wha? B-But she doesn't even like Martin?!" He could hear Diana exclaim behind him as he drove away. He smiled as he thought about how he and M.O.M. got closer.

Long story short M.O.M. had found him beating up a punching bag and crying at the same time three weeks ago and she calmed him down and talked to him about it. The two got closer when Martin told her about how he felt like he was abandoned by his sister for Marvin and pretty soon the two had a mother/son relationship going on that they kept a secret from Diana and most of the Center. You would have thought that, as smart as she is, Diana would have noticed the frosty way M.O.M. was treating her these last three weeks whenever they were called in for an assignment.

Martin shook his head slightly to get all the thoughts out of it before glancing up in time to go around a large eighteen wheeler on his side of the road. After about ten minutes of driving Martin turned into a driveway to a modest (cough yeah right) five story house that looked more like a manor than a house. As soon as he pulled in the front door slammed opened and Krystella came running out as fast as she could in her three inch high heel shoes and her fancy black dress, a couple of maids and butlers rushing out behind her.

"Hey there, my dark crystal." Martin said removing his helmet and grinning at Krystella as she stopped right beside him, throwing her arms around his neck and giving him a sweet 'hello' kiss. That's what he almost always called her, his dark crystal. Because, as he once told her, she loved dark colors and she was more precious to him than any crystal. It helped that her name sounded a bit like crystal too.

"Hey there, my flaming sun." Krystella said pulling away after a second, using the 'title' she had given him because of his flaming hair and his sunny disposition. Those who knew the two and knew they were dating would often shake their heads and mutter about how the two were complete opposites and yet fit each other perfectly.

"Are you ready to go?" Martin asked looking her up and down appreciatively, letting out a low whistle at how beautiful she was.

She had her hair tied back so that instead of half of it hanging in front of her face shielding one of her eyes, it was in an elegant bun pinned at the base of her neck, which also showed off both of her dark pink eyes. She was wearing an ankle length fancy looking black dress that had a low neckline to show off her pale collarbone, and it was backless to show off her well-toned back. Around her pale neck was a glittering necklace that Martin had bought her, it was a simple, but strong, gold chain with two pendants on it. One was a small red ruby, the other was a black diamond, and she was wearing glittering diamond studs in her ears that Martin had bought her as well. The jewelry was very expensive…but Martin didn't even make a dent in his bank account when he bought it.

Having an architect dad, a well-paying secret job, and being a famous, if not secret, artist ensured he had plenty of money to spoil his girl with. See that was another thing, Martin was a terrific painter and artist. If you looked around you would find his artwork everywhere in Torrington and surrounding areas like that. No one knew it was Martin's artwork though, except for him, M.O.M., his broker, and Krystella. He signed all of his artwork with a fake name so that no one he didn't specifically tell would know it was him. He used the name Morton Millions so that his initials were the same, making sure the M in both Morton and Millions were at least an inch taller than the rest of the letters in the signature.

"Of course." Krystella said smiling at her boyfriend while the maids and butlers fretted over her…well the maids fretted, the butlers were glaring at Martin threateningly. Martin merely grinned at them cheekily. Since Krystellas parents and sister didn't care what she ever got up to or anything the maids and butlers took over the parental roles for the dark clad girl. The first time Krystella introduced him to the butlers who had raised her, they had threatened him heavily and warned him about what would happen if he hurt Krystella, whereas the maids had been cooing over what a cute couple they made.

"Then let's go. Don't want to be late for our reservation." Martin said smiling at Krystella and offering her a black and silver helmet that she donned immediately as he donned his flaming helmet.

"Have her back by ten thirty!" One butler yelled after the two as Martin revved his engine and drove off, Krystella sitting behind him holding onto him tightly, her head laid down on his back between his shoulder blades.

Martin just gave a brief thumbs up to show that he heard the order.