Okay. I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while but, I have a good reason. My computer...got infected with a dozen viruses. But its better now. :)
Disclaimer-I seriously don't own Gosick.
Finally. It had been five months since she had sent the letter and three months since he should have gotten it.
But, the long wait had finally paid off because, in her hands, was Kujo's response to her letter.
Victorique tore it open and quickly read it. However, she only had to see a few words to understand that this letter did not bring good news. In fact, it was quite the opposite.
There was no time to react to what it said. Instead, she picked up her skirts and ran as fast as her short legs could carry her. There was no time to waste.
She called the carriage over. The driver ignored her and let another lady on.
Victorique blinked, wondering what she had done wrong.
Seeing another carriage rolling around the corner, she attempted to call the driver over. However, she was once again ignored.
What kind of magic had Kujo pulled? What was she doing differently?
On the verge of aggravation, she tried once more. This time, she finally got the outcome she had been waiting so long for. The driver pulled over and let her on.
"Running away from home, little missy?" the black-clad man asked.
Victorique pouted, angry that the man would presume that she was a mere child. She hadn't been a child for years, yet still people thought that she was much younger than she truly was. Although most people would have jumped for joy if someone had said what the driver had said, Victorique considered it an absolute curse.
However, she said nothing besides the destination she wished to go to.
Finally, she arrived at the port. She grabbed her luggage and dragged it towards the boat.
When she finally reached the entrance towards the boat, the man there did nothing but stare at her. Victorique anxiously waited him to say something…anything. Yet, the man just stood there.
Deciding that she would have to be the one to break this awkward silence, she asked if she could board the boat.
The other man cleared his throat. "Children are not allowed on without adult supervision."
At this point, Victorique was ready to scream. Already, three drivers and one boat attendant (?) had mistaken her for a child. She was an adult and not a child. And she would not stand for this insult to her abnormal height.
However, just as she opened her mouth to yell at this incompetent fool, someone beside her opened theirs as well, drowning out the sound of her shrieks.
She stomped her foot and looked beside her, fuming at the thought that a fifth person was insulting her now.
And whom she saw was none other than…Grevil De Blois.
"As the legitimate heir of the Marquis De Blois, and as the adult supervisor of this little…girl, I suggest you let us on this boat." Grevil stated.
Apparently, the persuasion of his voice worked quite well because the man let them board the boat.
"T-thank you." Victorique choked out.
The other blonde only stared at her.
"Why did you help me though?" she managed to squeak out, while returning a glare to his malicious stare.
His thoughts consisted of helping her. However, what he said was completely different from what his brain told him to say.
"I came to make sure you wouldn't eat these unlucky passengers." Grevil grimaced at the thought of her doing so.
Ignoring the comment, she lugged her bags to her cabin, leaving a bored step-brother behind.
When she finally reached the little room, she looked out the window and towards the sky.
Through rain, snow, sunshine, fog, storms of sadness, and rays of happiness-she would go anywhere to see him. No matter what condition they were in.
The tragic letter mentioned in the summary has finally appeared! And now, for dramatic purposes, the stuff written in it will not be mentioned yet. I know I'm evil. Or so I'm told by...a certain sibling of mine. However, to make myself nicer, I'll try to update ASAP!
And, this chapter looks a bit rushed to me.
By the way, about the question mark after the boat attendent, I have no what those people are called. And if I ever did, then I forgot. So, if any of you guys know what they're called, please tell me. Thank you!
So, please review. I really appreciate each and every one of you reviewers! :)
