~Author's Note~

Hello everyone! How are you all!? I'm sorry for not updating in years! Sorry! Here have a small and short chapterr; trigger warning if you don't like scary things. Enjoy! Love you all!

Sincerely,

~Ms. AtomicBomb

Arturia had slipped into on of Jeanne's uniforms and styled her hair to look a bit more feminine than it truly was. She looked at herself in the mirror, noting that this had been the most girly she had been for a few years now. She blinked a couple of times, as if to record her apparance in her mind somewhere. She rubbed her face, hoping that the bags under her eyes were not as visible as she saw them. "I hope you understand I won't be attending classes today." She spoke as she fixed her skirt, enjoying the soft fabric under her touch.

"I figured as much," Jeanne giggled, "I was blindly hoping it wasn't going to be like that. You are aware that your father enrolled you here to study."

"I am doing well in classes, let me at least skip one day and investigate what is actually going on around here. There is surely something that isn't human."

The Frenchwoman shivered as goosebumps formed all over her body, "Oh please do not scare me, you know very well I dislike talk of ghosts."

Arturia began to snoop about the maid's dorms. She was not actually able to find anything intresting or that could catch her attention. She did not even try to check the library again for articles because she had not wanted to repeat what occurred the last time she had been there.

It wasn't until late in the afternoon that she had really wanted to get out of the maid dress because the shoes were causing her feet to ache, it made her wonder how Jeanne stood in those all day long. Stretching a bit, she walked back to her bedroom but it was the shrill scream of a maid that stopped Arturia halfway down the hallway. Sucking in the pain, the female bit her lower lip and hurried towards a female that had tripped as she exited the room of a student.

A brunette sat on the floor, still receding until she hit the opposite wall. She was still screaming and Arturia was compelled to find out why. Taking a deep breath, she glanced at the woman, "Are you alright?" She asked, glad that she did not have to lower her tone.

"T-the boy..." The woman had tears pooling in her eyes, on the verge of escaping and streaming down her face, "H-he... help him."

With caution, Arturia entered the room, taking short steps with her senses on high alert. She could smell the horridness of something rotten; as if something had died in the room and she hoped it was a rat. Bracing herself before she gagged, she rounded the corner and the sight that she came across made her jaw drop as she took a few steps back, her back hitting the wall with a small thud.

A student lay on the bed, shirtless, his throat slit and someone had written a clear message on his chest, it seemed they had used their finger as the pen and his blood as the ink. Her green eyes could not take the sight any longer and she stumbled out of the room, coming face to face with many other students and maids. She had a hand to her mouth, hoping to forget the sight that was before her.

The contrast of the white sheets against the maroon blood was imprinted in her mind, "Contact the police, there's a m-murder." She had trouble comprehending her very own words and her mind was not processing the situation at all. The woman on the floor had begun to weep as people were starting to scatter all about.

She gulped, the image was burned at the back of her eyelids. She slowly walked past the people and back to her room. She stopped at the door and then knocked on Diarmuid's because she truly did not want to enter her room, but there was no answer. After standing there for a bit, she entered her own room and quickly tried to change out of the maid outfit and into her uniform as quickly as she could so that she did not have to stay in her haunted room any longer than she needed to.

Meanwhile, Diarmuid and Gilgamesh had had quite a rough night. Although they were not scared to death, the were, however, exhausted beyond comprehension. They had literally walked all night because the Irish boy had said that any places near the school would not give them the information they wanted. Gilgamesh had complained many times over, he was upset with the fact that Diarmuid had him running around for some stupid hunch about a murder.

"It is six in the afternoon, are we far enough to ask someone?" Gilgamesh rolled his eyes. He really wanted to stop in the middle of the sidewalk but he was not going to act like a little child.

Diarmuid seemed to have let out a grunt, "Yes, we are now." He stopped in front of a store of what seemed to be trinkets and miscellaneous objects.

The blonde male looked up at the sign, he gave a look of pure disgust as he turned his head to the slightly taller male, "You cannot be serious. This is a dump, not a store."

"If you would like to join me, you can, if not... you are welcomed to wait here."

Both the male's exchanged glances and Diarmuid entered the store, pushing the door with considerable strength. It groaned with all it's might and the smell of dust , metal and old books filled the stores walls. Diarmuid took a deep breath as he always loved the smell of old books, it was refreshing for him. The wood creaked below his feet after a bell rang over his head, the quiet store finally coming to life.

Smiling, the boy continued through the messy mazes of the store, trinkets of all sorts lining the shelves and some bigger objects displayed about on the floor. He was careful not to step on anything, even if it was hard to see some of the things as there seemed to be no oil lamps to light the path for him.

He made it to the front of the store, without braking anything, and he could clearly see the spider webs and amount of dust in the air filtered by the receding sunlight from an adjacent window, "Hello good sir," Diarmuid greeted the man at the run-down desk.

The old man glanced up at Diarmuid and gave him a short now, the white moustache atop his upper lip wiggled as the man wrinkled his nose. Grey eyes cast themselves downward again and the man shuffled a little before he lifted a pair of spectacles towards the sunlight and analyzed them-it was only then that Diarmuid realized the man was cleaning his glasses.

"Young man, what brings you here?" the old man place on his specs as his gruff voice reached Diarmuid.

Hazel eyes flickered downwards for a slight second before coming back to settle on the old man, "I was hoping that you had information on a certain school."

A slightly chubby had was lifted slowly and shakily to rub the man's chin, "School? It depends on the information that you are looking for."

Gulping, Diarmuid bit his lower lip, "Well," he took a deep breath, "I was hoping to learn about murders or deaths at my academy."

The old man's eyes lit up and he asked for Diarmuid's school's name, a sort of jolly look on his features. After having heard the name of the school, he smiled and gave a curt nod, "You've come to the right place. You see, a rich academy such as yours has a lot of power. It wasn't easy to remain with the collection of newspapers that I have, but it was done."

Diarmuid was instantly relieved before he thought about the fact that someone had died in his school, "Thank you," his tone was solemn now, causing the store to feel more lonely than before.

The man left for a while but returned with a box in hands, "This is all I have. Not much, but it has all the information that you need."

Diarmuid's honey eyes landed on the decently sized box and he nodded promptly before opening it. The first article already caught his attention 'Female murdered at Royal Academy'. The heading shot chills own his spine, he had to read it over a few times and confirm it was his school with the picture that was provided.

"On Friday morning, Daisy Whetherford was found, after many months of having gone missing, in pieces all over the Royal Academy campus. It was a tragic event for her entire family as they had thought that enrolling her in the Academy would be a great experience for the young girl. An aspiring artist and novelist, the young girl had left a fiancé behind," Diarmuid read over it a couple of times and he blinked at the horrible details that were described.

"Her head and her torso was found inn her dorm room; room 317 of the female dorm-the east most building.' Our dorm... That is Arthur's room..." He mumbled under his breath. His eyes kept on reading and with every article, he was completely taken aback by what he read; everything seemed to fall in place now.