Hey. So sorry about not updating soon. I've been sick these past couple weeks and I had a lot of makeup work to do at school so I couldn't find time to write another chapter. BUT here it is so..
Enjoy! :3
Victorique could not remember what it was for the life of her. On the woman's forearm was a light patch of skin the shape of a question mark with a slashed through hourglass between the dot and it. She could tell it had been burned into the skin but it had attempted to be removed recently. Looking over the rest of the body, she didn't notice anything else of interest so the two left. They caught a carriage and headed for a cafe they passed up on the way to the lab. Victorique kept her gaze to the window, her eyes not really focusing on anything in particular since she was spending her time figuring out that mark. She strained her brain to come up with something, anything that would clue her in on what it was.
Kujo glanced over at her. He didn't know why she suddenly went quiet, not the slightest clue. The body hadn't looked like it was of any importance at the time, but he seemed to be mistaken as he watched his Golden Fairy's eyebrows knit together. He momentarily let his eyes wonder around her face. She had the most beautiful green eyes he'd ever seen. They were so deep, it was like looking into a pool of Emerald when he met eye to eye with her.
On the other hand, he couldn't imagine half the stuff those eyes have seen. So many murders, dead bodies, and on top of it, being confined to a library most of her life. If someone asked him what he thought before he met her, he'd say she looked like an ordinary kid. One who enjoyed life to the fullest. He would have never thought the things she'd seen would be her everyday life routine. His eyes traced down her cheeks to her chin. She had the most perfect porcelain skin. Not even a vase was this pure.
His eyes traveled up. Her lips were perfect too. They were a rosy red and perfectly plump. She would never have to wear lipstick in her entire life he thought. Her nose was like a button on her face, like a tiny truffle. It was adorable, he thought. He loved her nose. And lastly, her beautiful golden hair. It looked so silky soft, and he'd bet his life it was. Her hair was so long too, when she'd turn around, it looked like there was a waterfall of gold flowing down her back. He'd give anything to just be able to run his fingers through those gold locks of hers. Involuntarily, his hand made it's way for her hair. Only a couple inches before he would be touching her hair when he heard her voice, jumping to the farthest corner of the carriage out of surprise, he turned to look at her questionably.
"Kujo, did you notice anything strange about the victim?" She asked, seemingly unaware of what he was about to do.
He sighed in relief. "Not really. Did you notice something?"
"No" She hesitated. There weren't enough pieces to reconstruct any chaos. He opened his mouth to say something when the carriage came to an abrupt stop, making he stumble forward slightly. He frowned and opened the door. "What the..."
Victorique gazed out the window, about to turn around to see what the situation was about when something caught her eye. She looked back out the window in time to see some black fabric fly in the air then disappear into the alley. Her eyes narrowed. 'I could have sworn there was a man standing there just now'
"Victorique, we're here" Kujo happy voice came from outside the carriage. She let it slide for now and stepped out and onto the pavement. Looking up, she saw the name of the cafe. Le Cafe. Not a very creative name there, but the place did look quaint so maybe it wasn't so bad. They paid the driver and headed inside the small building. There was a nice table in the corner by one of the big windows available so they sat there. While Kujo went up to order their food, after looking at the menu for quite a while, Victorique waited at the table and opted to look out the window at the cars whizzing by. A glimmer of black on white once again caught her attention. She looked at the alleyway across the street. Nobody was there but there was something on the brick wall, however from her distance, she couldn't quite make it out.
She turned around and noticed Kujo coming back with their food. 'It'll have to wait for now..' She thought as he set the food on the table. He sat down across from her and glanced at her.
"I've been thinking about this case" He said, seasoning his food. "And I'm not really seeing much of a puzzle"
"Whoever said it was a puzzle?"
"But for Grevil to send us all the way out here for this one case...it just seems like there would be more to it"
She looked at him. "And what do you think happened to the victim?"
He momentarily stopped eating to think about it. "Her husband probably had some kind of mental problem and killed her"
"Oh. So your saying it was the husband that killed her, Kujo?" She asked, her eyebrows slightly raised.
"Well..yeah" He shrugged.
"You are naive" She stated and sipped some tea he had brought her. "But it's too early to accuse anyone. Not all of the pieces of chaos are here"
He nodded, completely agreeing with her.
"Ah that was good!" Kujo commented, giving a stretch of his arms. He looked over at Victorique, who was staring across the street into an alley. "Do you see something"
She nodded and led him over to it. They crossed the street and went in the alley, she went straight for that brick wall.
"What is that?" Kujo asked, bewildered. Victorique's eyes narrowed. There on the wall in blood was the victim's name 'Charlotte', and under it, sitting atop a box, was a white pawn. 'A chess piece?' Kujo asked himself.
"I see.." She mumbled to herself. "The poor girl"
"What?"
Victorique turned to Kujo. "Nearly 10 years ago, a new group of cults arose. They called themselves 'The Chessers' In this cult you had several different groups like, the pawns, the knights, the bishops, the rooks, but there was only one king and queen. Basically they went about like a chess game. At first they were of no threat since they didn't do anything except hold meetings in secret places. But as their numbers increased, the murder cases suddenly started to pile up. In fact some believe beyond those big doors of theirs, they ran a secret assassination organization. Of course, nobodies ever found out for sure since once you join and go inside, your never seen or heard from again"
"If people tried to escape, people said they would capture them and kill them in the worst ways. Some would be starved, others would have their limbs cut off one by one each day until they died, and some would be forced to walk through fire until their flesh completely burnt off and they died. No matter what, trying to escape was a death sentence. However one thing is confirmed. When your accepted into this place, you get a 'tattoo'. That's how they could find you if you tried to blend in with the world"
"So why is the victim's name here with the chess piece? You don't think she was in that cult do you?" Kujo asked.
"I can't say for sure" She replied. "Everything points to it, but there is still something missing"
Kujo looked at the sky and noticed the sun was starting to set. "Hey Victorique, have you ever been on the Eiffel Tower?"
She glanced up at him, surprised at the question. "N-No"
Kujo smiled broadly. "Then let's go. The city is really pretty at night"
She looked over at the very tall tower. Though she's in a tall library almost all day, heights do get to her sometimes and right now, it's really getting to her. It's just so high up. But she wouldn't let Kujo know she was afraid of heights. "Ok-ay"
Once they inspected the rest of the alley, coming up with nothing, they caught a cab to the tower. They decided to stop by the police department and talk with the detective to let him in on the recently acquired information. By the time they were leaving the department, the sun had set and the Eiffel Tower lit up the sky.
Kujo opened the door and smiled at Victorique. "Ready?"
I know it wasn't my best chapter, but I hope you enjoyed it the same. Don't forget to leave me a review! :)
