For clarification: People ask me if I'm giving up with this story.
Answer: No, I'm not, I usually write down my stories first, type them up later, and then post them up here. I already finished writing Another Thief? on paper, so I just need to type it up and that's all.

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Chapter 10: The Truth About Genjo

"G-Genjo…" Kazuko stuttered, "H-How do you know about that?"

"Before I answer that, we need to take a look inside, I need to catch up on some…old memories, too."

"…? Don't' you think it's a little rude to just go into someone's house without them knowing?"

"After your family, no one has been living in this house. It's been abandoned, so they don't even lock the door."

"…I don't want to go in."

"Why? You're afraid that you'll relive your memories, or do you think that your parent's spirits are ghosts haunting this house?"

"…What do you know?"

"I'll tell you…after we go inside."

"Damn…so you're going to tell me everything about you once we go inside?"

Genjo nodded. Kazuko sighed and opened her door.

"Okay then…you win."

They walked to the front of the house. Kazuko took a deep breath. Genjo opened the door and they came into the living room. Everything was the same, except the rooms were all dusty. The couches and the tables were never moved.

"Hmph…reminiscing three years ago," Kazuko said.

"Is that a bad thing?"

"No; No…I'm just saying…"

"If you go into the kitchen, everything is there, even the blood stain on the wall. Don't worry, I know that your marking won't burn if you do remember that time."

Kazuko turned back to face Genjo, "How do you know-"

"I know more about you than you think."

"That can't be."

"I said I'm from your past, and I already know that you can't remember me. Trust me, just go in the kitchen."

Kazuko shrugged her shoulders and walked into the kitchen. As Genjo said, the bloodstain was still there, but it looked like they tried to wipe it off before. She walked up to the stain, and ran her hands over it.

"Dried blood…three year old blood to be exact…I wonder how fast the police got here after I left," she turned around toward Genjo, "Everything isn't touched in this house, right?"

"Yes."

"My room wasn't touched either?"

"No. Your room has stayed the same. The police searched the whole house after they found the bodies but that was the only time they did. All I needed you to see was the bloodstain on the wall."

"It looked like they tried to wipe it off, but it was already dried when they got here. It couldn't of taken them that long to get here."

"You're right, they didn't really want to touch the evidence when they first got here."

"Boy you really know a lot about that time…well, if you know so much, how do you know about my marking and when it hurts?"

"Like I said, I know more about you than you think."

"Stop playing games. I need you to tell me how you actually know me."

"…Okay…I'll wait…"

"Waiting? For what?"

"Until you get pissed off..."

"How will that do you any good? All it's gonna do is make ME pissed off. In fact, I'm a little mad right now because you won't tell me!"

"That's it. I know your not entirely mad right now, because your marking would burn if you were."

"Pfft…How do you know about that?"

"Your marking reacts to when you have a thought of killing or if you get really mad."

"Okay then…how do you know about that?"

"Sigh…don't I remind you of someone?"

"When I first saw you, yeah you did. Your eyes kinda look familiar…I don't know why though."

"Can you figure it out?"

"Damn it, Genjo. You like to see me think hard don't you?"

"Ha ha! Yes, that's what my friends say. I always like them to think instead of me who always does the thinking for them."

"…Genjo…just change the subject now then. I don't want to think. I've been thinking a lot lately."

"Kazuko…You have to take care of the things that bother you the most, after all."

"…What?"

"I said that to you a lot."

"…I remember that. You gave me that advice?"

"Yeah."

"…Ah, you're advice was the whole reason I killed my parents! Thanks Genjo!" she said in a sarcastic way.

"That was a good thing, to both of us anyways."

"What?"

"Figured out why me eyes looked familiar?"

"…No…"

"Kazuko…I'm your brother."

Kazuko was surprised and confused. She stared at Genjo to look at him closer and saw that his eyes were familiar since they reminded her of their mother's eyes.

"That can't be. They…they said that I was their only child."

"I ran away when I was 13. That was before you were born."

"Hmph…they treated you the same way, as a slave?"

He nodded, "With them around, I couldn't do anything. My 13th birthday was coming up and I knew that they wouldn't celebrate it. So when they were asleep, I went out and ran to my school."

"I should've done that instead, run away instead of killing them."

"Heh…Kazuko, if you hadn't have done that, they would've been looking for you when you ran away. They searched for me for about a week. The past is past. Let's face it, nobody would like them as their parents."

"I guess your right."

"I thought that the only reason they wanted a child is so that they could do the work around the house."

"I see…they are lazy asses after all."

"Ha ha! You're right."

"Hm…Genjo, if you hated mom and dad so much, how could you have known that I ran away, or even know I was born?"

"I have my ways."

"Again with this thinking! Didn't you say that you would tell me everything when we go inside the house?"

"Yes I did. But older brothers are pain's aren't they?"

"Well you're gonna be! How come you didn't tell me that you were my brother when we first met?"

"You wouldn't believe me."

"Very funny. We need a lot of catching up to do, don't we?"

"Yes, we do. Fortunately, I have some free time for a while."

"Great, let's go to my apartment."

"Okay, that's fine with me."

They walked out of the house after looking at it one more time. They got into Genjo's car and went to Kazuko's apartment.

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End of Chapter 10

Very short…isn't it?