Chapter 9 (it's this far already?)

It was that lovely autumn day. The air was crisp and warm; the leaves falling down from their branches in their lovely warm orange/yellow/red/brown color. Through a meadow, a lovely meadow, might the author add, a meadow that was so glorious as different flowers were blooming wonderful colors—was a place where only rats and people in dungeons are so familiar with. A prison.

A limousine stopped at the entrance of Hell. Two bulky guards dragged a biege-haired boy and dumped him in the backseat. The boy rolled his eyes. The least Oz could do was clean the backseat. It smelled of sour cream potato chips—he hated sour cream.

"Where to, sir?" asked the driver.

"Home…well, maybe anywhere but here, I guess," the ginger said.

"Vessalius Estate it is then." The driver smiled before adding, "Welcome back, Elliot."

The boy scoffed and leaned on the window. Oz better pay for this.


It's official.

Everyone ditched me. Even that Blondie Oz. Well, I guess it's not called ditching when I know where they, and I mean that bastard of an uncle too, are hiding. Up in the attic, planning their battle defences in the investigation if something were to happen, which is very and highly not needed for me, I guess. Ada was nowhere to be found. And I guess I should be happy about that since our shopping trip was canceled, but then again, seeing as Sara wasn't anywhere, and I'd been planning on asking her questions, I'd nothing to do but stroll around the garden, killing flowers, and stomping on the grass likely a mad woman.

But before do that, I must say first that I am highly suspicious and curious about this family, seeing as that Jack person had been acting weird around us lately. And since I'm weirded out by this family, I dived into the living rooms 1-2 and began throwing the books stacked neatly on the bookshelves.

After that and unfruitful event of knowing something, I roamed throughout the estate. The kitchen was raided from meat a while later. My room was inspected even for the chance of knowing something hidden, though I would doubt it since 1. Oz isn't stupid, 2. He/Ada wouldn't have given me this room if there was something secretive here, and 3. Even if both the siblings lacked at searching for secrets here and had left this place vulnerable, there was a very high possibility that that Jack person would throw me out of this room and send me to another room. All of which would've been stupid because I would just have to sneak back because their actions, no matter what excuse they would come up, it would still be suspicious. (That, and the demons don't really know how to mask their emotions that well, except for maybe that Jack person.)

And nothing could stop me. Except if the bar the windows and lock the door, they would. Which is very unlikely because they follow the rule 'no secrets', something I found out while spying them.

I'm quite the spy, I know.

Next up was Blondie's sister's room. Before even opening the room fully wide, I slammed it shut. Pink. Pink. Pink. PINK. I am not immune to pinkness, and sad to say that that room was filled with pinkness.

Gross.

I'll skip her room.

Next to Blondie's sister's room was Blondie's. The brass doorknob of the door looked rusty—I hate rust. But before I could slam the door open, a knock was delivered downstairs. But being the only one inside the house, and I'm not wasting my time to relieve my suspicions by having both Blondies go downstairs and find me acting 'suspicious', I reluctantly trudged down, opened the door, and what do I find?

Nobody.

Seriously, if they were going to prank, they'd have to do it properly. I rolled my eyes and before I could close the damn door, the receipt to a mail delivery was there. Scribbled on was Vessalius Mail Day. Turns out, every Saturday's their mail day. Whoo.

It's not like I'm going to go through their mail—no. A smile etched on my face.

Walking down the pathway to the mailbox, I tried to calm my facial expressions. I tore open the box's lid once I did reach their. Two things sat inside. A package—and an envelope. Who writes letters these days? I took the package, with a small description taped on a paper. Elliot Nightray, it said. That was weird. Last time I knew, the Vessaliuses and Nightrays were on each other's throats. After all, I'm a Baskerville, I should know about these stuff. But since I've been gone for at least seven years, a lot of unlikely things could happen, yeah?

The envelope was up next. But before I could grab it, a car—a limousine—drove on the far end of the block. Crap. It was nearing the estate and with little to five seconds, I dumped the package in the mailbox, shut it, and then scurried to living room 1 and pretend I was reading a book while conviniently looking outside through the, even I couldn't believe, slightly tinted Victorian window.

Honk, honk.

Blondie's footsteps echoed and finally he enveloped from the staircase and looked at me questioningly. Why was I reading a historical fiction, you silently ask? "I have taken an interest of your bookshelf," I said cooly.

His eyebrow raised higher before he nodded twice. "Oh, yes, can you take the door, please? I'm going to make tea," he said.

"Why can't I make tea and you go take the door?" I asked.

"Because, apparently, you've taken an interest of my bookshelf, and I cannot have you reading while I see steam which will eventually lead to an accident."

"Smartass."

"Just go." And he left.

I slammed the book on the cushion. I speed-walked to the door, hoping none of them saw my shenanigans earlier, and opened it wide.

Without a second to even spare, the beige guy in front of me said, "Oz, you better be ready for some socking or—who the hell are you? What the hell are you doing here? Where the f/ck is Oz?"

Hot damn.


"Seriously, Gil, if you're just going to sulk there like the kid you are, at least emit an aura of sadness or something," Leo said.

Even if it was a Saturday, the Latowidge Academy guidance room was open in case someone were to transfer or enroll in that school. Leo and Lottie stood in front of the lady in green dress, since it was not a weekday, the teachers could show off as much wrinkles as they want to—well, at least the old women. The lady in front of them wasn't at all bad-looking. She was appealing and she even made Leo stare at her for 1.5 seconds longer than intended.

Gil, being used to the woman, glared at the black-haired boy while completely ignoring the said woman.

"Well," the lady said. "If I hadn't known better, Gil, I would've thought they were little demons handed to you by another demon—"

Yeah, they are.

"But," the lady said, "since that little cutie boy over there—" *blush, blush* "—is scolding you, I'd say they're somehow related to you."

Gil nearly choked. "NO way in hell, Trump. No way. Don't even joke about it."

Trump smiled, trying choke down the smirk. "Okay. So what brings you here?"

Lottie handed her the form as Gil's face paled.

"Oh…," Trump muttered. "Oh…I'm…I'm very sorry…Gil." The woman looked at Gil. "You better treat them good, and as such, I am putting them in your class."

Gil was THIS close to actually cry.


They all sat in living room 1 while Sara, who had long since arrived home with Ada, served them tea. The boy, known as Elliot, sat across Alice, who sat crosslegged, and started a glaring contest.

"So." Oz looked at the both of them. "Welcome home, Elliot."

"No f-cking thanks to you, Blondie," Elliot spat.

"Now—"

"I knew that Barma person was stupid, conniving and evil, and then I had to waste TWO MONTHS in a PRISON. And for what? Oh, look I just found out that that crest was fake, but noooo they just had to keep me in surveillance. And guess what? I'm going to kill you for that."

"Well, it wasn't my fault you slept outside!" Oz shouted.

"He slept outside?" Poor Alice was ignored.

"And I did what I did! I defended you in court but you just had to blabber out at how you gained revenge by hiding all the jewelries in your house!"

"W…Well, you could've just bailed me out!" Elliot said.

"Your mother won't let me!" Oz cried.

"Since when did my mother stop you, of all people, from kicking me out that place?" Elliot rolled his eyes. "And you couldn't believe what I had to do to fend from those RATS!"

"Oh, glad to know you've found your people," Oz stated calmly.

"You didn't defend me from my mom, did you?" Elliot pointed an accusing figure at Oz.

"I did what I could do but since your mother—a Nightray, might I add—banned me from entering your house until your release, I couldn't talk to her!"

"There is a thing called internet, f-ckface."

"Language, Elliot. And I did try the internet but that woman blocked me from her e-mail, Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, Instagram, and hell, even in Wattpad!"

"She already did ignore you there; your stories are retarded."

"Oh yeah? Well, your stories are…are…"

"Awesome?"

"STUPID."

"Your comebacks are stupid."

Alice watched the bantering couple before thinking. Oz made it more dramatic when he said that Elliot had stolen the crest. Ada felt sad too. She was thinking it would be more than a kid sleeping outside while an old guy creeped up to him and tempt him with revenge; she thought it would be more dramatic; more crying; more…something clicked in her. That retarded brat tricked the demon!

"SHUT THE F-CK UP!" Alice cried.

Both parties stopped and stared at her. "What?" Oz asked.

"You tricked ME!"

"Excuse me?"

"This…this…this setting is stupid! You delibrately make it sound dramatic the first time I was here!"

Oz opened his mouth and stared at her. "…I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Was Ada away when that jerk over there got thrown to jail?"

"Yeah?"

"So it's true, ain't it, eh?" Alice glared at Oz. "First of all, I just have to say what a jerk you are, Blondie; second, are you so desperate of not being alone that you resorted to making Ada think you carae about that weirdo over there?"

Oz furrowed his eyebrows. "Alone?"

"Oh come on. Ada is going to change schools in November. And you've been desperate for a room mate ever since. You couldn't pick any in your school 'cause they're either going to just use you or annoy you so you decided that a person who despises you should do. But since you couldn't pick Elliot because of his mother, you decided that meeting me would be the best thing that's ever happened to you because you're going to make me your roommate no matter what." Alice added, "Are you just that afraid to be alone?"

Oz stood up. "I'm going." And before any one of them could utter a word, he trudged upstairs. Both of them heard the door to the attic slam.

"Did I say something?" Alice asked.

"Yep…you sure did." Elliot asked, "I don't think I get where you're headed with your explanation. What's that got to do with me?"

"Oz knows."

"I'm not Oz. I'm Elliot."

"I'm not Oz too. I'm Alice."

They shook hands.

"So what did you mean?"

"Well, you're not gonna find out any sooner or later, now are you?" Alice sat back.

"Cocky aren't you?"

"Always." A pause. "Oz used your imprisonment so that Ada would change her mind about my staying him in November. He made it sound dramatic and you know how Ada feels around people. And by people I meant other people excluding me," she muttered the last part.

"Oh…okay. So you hate living with him?"

"Hate is a strong word I guess. Look, don't tell him about this, but I don't hate him. I just…well… dislike him. You know." Alice stretched her hands. "God, I'm being sentimental. Seriously him being all pouty and frowny and stuff makes me think about things I don't usually think. Oh, God, I'm rambling to a complete jerk."

"Jerk?"

"Yep. You better cool off your anger, bud, if you're around me." Alice stood up, patted Elliot's shoulder and said, "Well, see you around, weirdo. I've got some sneaking—I mean, catching up to do around here."

Too bad she didn't see him blush.


A/N: ORIHIME-CHAN! ELLY! I told you I could make Oz jealous! Now the jealous arc begins! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!

And you guys, thanks very much! I have reached 31 reviews and yesh! I love your reviews. I love reading 'em. I hope you send me more because I'm just getting fired up for this story! :))

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How do you think a jealous Oz would react?

Yours truly,

Chira Somes :))