Okay. I need to update this. I SERIOUSLY NEED TO.

Sorry the plot's kinda unplanned and discombobulated. Hope you guys like it anyway! XD


Charlie stood, frozen, staring at Phantom R, her face pale. "B-But... You...?"

He sighed. "Well, Charlie... I'm a bit disappointed. Is that any way to greet your old friend?" He moved closer to her, smirking.

She started, scrambling for the door. She fumbled with the doorknob, cursing the shakiness of her hands.

Just as she was about to turn the knob, a hand fell over her own. She stopped, looking down at her hand, then up at Phantom R. He stood close to her, his face only inches from hers. For a moment, she looked into his eyes, her mind growing numb.

It snapped back into action, and she let go of the knob, scrambling against the wall. "Get away from me, idiot!" She wiped her hands on her clothes, shuddering.

He chuckled. "Stubborn as ever, I see."

She frowned. "What do you want?"

"I need your help... and you need mine."

She scoffed. "I wouldn't bet on the latter."

"Then let me show you."


"What needs to be done?"

"We need the four of them together. If we can force them to join forces, as difficult as it may be with your daughter, then point them in the right direction, there's no doubt they'll discover the secret of the treasure on their own."

"I agreed to this so you would leave my daughter alone."

"Hm. It seems things have changed."

"You can't-"

"Don't fret. We won't harm her... intentionally."

"But you-"

"Show him out, please. We don't need him for the moment. Besides, we have business to discuss."


Charlie stared at the back of the painting. She read the words, furrowing her brow. "Huh."

Raphael chuckled. "Yeah. That's one word for it."

"So, what's it mean?"

He shrugged. "Beats me." He slid the chair from under his desk, then sat down, leaning his elbows on the table. "That's why you're here."

She leaned against the table. "Go on."

"You're gonna help us figure it out."

She scoffed. "First of all, how the heck am I supposed to help you? Second, why would I help you?"

"Your dad's Inspector Vergier. You can get us information. That's how you can help us. As to why," he said, cocking an eyebrow, "I think you know the answer to that. We never stopped the real Napoleon. Something's still going on, and somebody has to stop it. Besides," he smirked, "knowing you, you're already on your way to figuring this thing out. You obviously have some interest in this whole thing."

Her expression was left unchanged.

"And," he continued, "if that's not enough, I might have a little blackmail."

Her eyes widened. "Blackmail?"

He smirked, pulling something out of his pocket. "I took this picture at the gala. Figured it might come in handy."

Charlie snatched it out of his hand, gripping the edges. Her face went pale. It was a photograph of her and Urbain dancing. "How...?"

He chuckled, plucking it out of her fingers. "I have my ways. So, are you gonna help us?"

She glared at him, silent. At last, she gave in. What choice did she have? "Fine," she growled. "I will help you."


YES. I FINALLY FINISHED IT. *collapses*

Sorry it was a little long in coming. Just recently got a job, getting ready to graduate, etc., etc. Anyway, thanks for reading!

God bless!

-LittleBrotherSocket