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Chapter Three
Jokers were troublemakers, and didn't have the most... excellent reputation among the kingdoms. They brought trouble wherever they went; they were never up to any good. Rumors revolved around them, about things they may have done and on how they acted.
Matthew never had seen a Joker. Hell, he never saw anyone of importance other than the Royal Family of Spades. All only heard of people of importance.
He had to trend with caution around these two. He didn't want trouble, and he didn't want to get involved in anything either.
"Yes, I know who you are." Matthew finally said. Both Jokers grinned in a frightening manner.
"Good, then you know you're of importance to us" Matthew swallowed, heart pumping louder than ever. Peter held out a glass of water to him.
"…You look a little pale, drink up." Peter said. Matthew hesitantly took to glass, before gulping it all down.
But suddenly, his throat dried up a bit. His head felt light.
Then, his vision began to blur. He reached for his glasses; maybe the flaw was in them.
But before he could do that, light-headedness of his head passed him out.
When Alfred Foster Jones was born, they said the stars shone the brightest, the air was the most pleasant and all the kingdoms were at peace.
They never really knew Matthew Williams was born on the same night, and that bothered Alfred. No one but Alice and Yao knew that Matthew was his younger twin. To the kingdom, Alfred was an only child.
Matthew hated it.
Alfred grew up in the palace with Matthew. Matthew was kept hidden well, his secret anyway. He was the said orphaned son of a noble who stayed within the palace, and was known as Matthew Smith. Then, one day, the boy had passed away, at the age of ten. Or at least that was told to those who knew of his existence, which was mostly the palace's staff.
In actuality, Matthew had been hidden. A kind man looked after him. The man didn't know his position as the Ace of Spades, but was instead told that the boy needed to be looked after, and had nowhere else to go. Yao, who was older than the twins and Alice by at least ten years, filled the man in on the fake story of Matthew's life. The man took Matthew in with both arms held out, and they worked together in the bakery, the man was a well-known Baker.
Then, about a week after Matthew's fifteenth birthday, the man disappeared.
It was night, and Matthew heard voices coming from downstairs. He came down, looking for his guardian, when he spotted him by the door, talking to someone in hushed whispers. Then, out of nowhere, his guardian caught him spying. His guardian walked away from the door, a dark brown cloak he wore only when outside trailing behind him, and blocking the view of whomever he was speaking to. He picked up a glass of water, resting on the table at the entrance of their foyer, and offered it to Matthew, saying he'd explain everything in the morning.
Matthew drank the water with furrowed eyebrows. Moments later, with blurred vision and lightheadedness, he passed out.
When he woke up, his guardian was nowhere in sight.
And Matthew never saw him again.
He could never forget that feeling though. Waking up, all alone, no one by you. Being abandoned. That sense of betrayal.
He also remembered waking up, with trouble seeing for the first few seconds. The light headedness still faintly there.
And right now, as he tried to open his too heavy eyes, that feeling of familiarity made its appearance.
He almost groaned, as the light-headedness quickly began to flee. He may have just woken up, but he couldn't hear anything, and the only thing he could guess was that he was in some sort of a wagon. Just because of the feeling.
I wonder when Alfred or Alice will notice me missing. Probably not until Yao is back.
Matthew groaned as he turned. He cracked his eyes open a bit, and bright light flooded his vision.
"Do you have any intentions of doing anything to the Kingdom of Hearts?"
The King of Clubs scoffed. Yao only raised his eyebrows.
"The civil war will cause enough destruction as it is. Maybe when the civil war is over…" King Roderich trailed off, getting off his green throne. He made way to a piano, which Yao found weird to be located in a throne room.
"The civil war is indeed dangerous for the kingdom itself, but do you plan on taking action currently? I doubt the civil war will be over anytime soon. I heard the Jack of Hearts has disappeared too, and the commotion will take a long time to come to an end."
"I have no intentions of doing anything," Roderich's glasses shone. "Not yet anyway."
Yao nodded awkwardly.
"Okay. Please notify Kingdom Spades when you decide to take action." Yao bowed, and began to walk away.
"Oh, and Yao." Roderich called out. Yao froze and frowned, turning back to the King.
"Yes?"
"Pleasure doing business with you," Roderich ran his fingers over the piano keys. "Confirmation of Trade, and everything else."
I know that Roderich is actually the Jack, but I switched the roles.
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