Paws Of Time:
Isamu was in the basement of his family's English estate just looking over old boxes of dairies that were written by his female ancestors. One that caught his eye was one that worked as a maid to a Princess from the Russian royal family. Spoke of how she smuggled an heirloom of some sort out under their noses one night. Taking the item with her all the way to her new position as mistress to a noble in England. Where she was able to place this item in his household as part of the everyday décor.
"Not what I was excepting." He put her diary down.
"Fine anything good?" His mother called to him.
"I might have an heirloom of a Russian royal family. " He answered. "Some where within these walls."
"Goodie." She liked she heard. "Food I ordered just got delivered."
He ended up putting away that didn't interest him before taking the one diary with him to learn more about this hidden treasure. Had him intrigued about what this hidden item within the large house was and where it could currently be stored. To the point he was already thinking he was going to need Billy or Player''s help in following clues to this item.
"Anything more about his heirloom of a Russian royal family?" His mother started to wonder. "Kinda cool we something like that here."
"Same." Isamu walked to the table.
"Anything descent for the estate auction?" His mother asked.
She ended up being handed a list he scribbled down on what he found down there before he came across the crates of books. From his fingers she took the list and was impressed with what he found while looking for anything that spoke about a Russian heirloom.
"Have you got a hold of the business you wanted to use to handle the sale?" He reminds her.
"Got that done when you were done there." She passed him.
"When are they due to arrive?" He bookmarked the diary.
"Coming in two hours." She stopped before the counter.
There on the counter where century old documents in detail cursive writing in a legalese language that anyone could barely make out. Were mixed in with copy of a will and transfer of property in a more modern form of paperwork in bold lettering. All came in his late- great grandmother's name and his mother's name with dates going far as back when his mother was in hospital.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" She was asked about what she was doing.
"I have no plans to live here or settle down here with Suhara." She put the list down. "None of your family want this and what else am I do?"
"Does otousan know any of this?" He spun his fingers around.
"No!" She couldn't look at her son.
He knew she was in middle of purchasing property in Matsumoto, Nagano, Japan through a private Realtor while selling off personal assets. Most of it was land and material items that she didn't want with the life she started to build after recovering. All the profit was being wired into a private account she personally manages for when she (or her son) feels like traveling.
"I know I haven't been much of a mother to you the years when you needed me." She walked toward him. "Give me a chance to make that up to you."
"I always wanted to try out University or college." He shrugged.
"That's my sweet bun." She happily screeched.
In human noise his mother made with only her throat with lungs was always something he had to record and send off to Billy. Wanting to know how his mother could produce such a noise through series of audio tests for some kind of result. Which always led to Billy using the recorded audio file to her private collection of sounds she has stored away.
"Oh. I heard you met up with Uncle Yatta when your were in Napel last week." She teased Isamu.
"Needed to brush up on my shaolin martial arts." He place the diary down. "VILE's new recruits know how to push me."
"I heard from the one called Spin Kick and Sonia girl really pushed you." She recalled who kept her son on his toes.
"Sonia knows how to move and Spin Kick just pissed me off." His face tensed up. "Hearing he landed hands on Carmen just angry me..."
He got kissed on his right cheek by his mother as a form of assurance from her to not let this Spin Kick bother him. Someone like that hadn't been studying the Shaolin style for his whole life under his bachelor Uncle every summer. Made his father and new found friends proud when he made it to semi- finals of a Karate Tournament. One he had been the remaining champ for two years as an unaligned entry since he wasn't apart of any dojo.
"Just stick to your Zen." He was reminded. "Ok?"
"Thanks I heard you meant Uncle Hideo." He changed the subject.
"I know where Suhara gets his stubborn streak." She huffed.
"Attracted to him?" He asked needing to know.
His ear ended up being grabbed by her as she corrected him about the only men she ever love in her life was stern man with a permanent scowl. Brought back into their lives by a women in red with a intelligent quick-witted and empathic heart. Her amazing crew made of a child hacker and sibling pairing, that share her cause for historic treasures.
"Don't ever joke like that again." She just stared. "Ever."
"I went over a line." He backed off.
He ended up getting back onto his feet to see what she attempted to make for a meal since she had a long way to go in cooking department. Not that the more simpler dishes were hard for her to make since he was able to stick a few pieces of bacon into his mouth. He quickly removed the shell of a hard boiled egg within seconds before tossing the remains into the trash and eating the egg. Making his way out the door with tablet in hand with a hands free device in to finish his latest online school assignment. Not that he was also stating in contact with billy with any signs of Carmen or VILE making a presence in the public.
"You two still working on that strange line of code that hacker called The Troll has created?" His mother brought up one of his side projects.
"We got the through the first few lines." She got waved at.
"Say hello to your cousin for me and Carmen whenever you hear anything about her." She called after him.
He ended up wanting to contact Player after any information on what Carmen and his father had been up to since last seeing them. Not that he was bothered with the deal they all made about putting some distanced between himself and two of them. Just the way ACME was using him to try to keep an on Carmen and Shadowsan kinda pissed him off in ways he was discovering. A chance of ever legally being his father's son was down the drain when asked about any changes in his personal life. Even meeting an uncle out in open and through proper channels was a bust after just learning about him from his mother. Left him to wait in the shadows like his reputation said he known for doing until entirely disappearing from the public eye. Focusing on finishing his final year of high school through an accredited schooling system while staying in one place for a few months.
"How is my favorite cousin doing?" Billy's distorted voice came over his earpiece.
"Kinda missing boarding school and being bullied for being the new kid." He tried to joke.
"Your tone of voice says otherwise." The robotic voice had a creepy laugh.
He ended up being told she was able to crack The Troll's line of code a few hours ago without breaking a sweat while finishing an system, that predicts behavior patterns using its AI routines. She ended up sending to him in the usual encrypted e- mail from her location. He would end up looking through when he turned into left corrdor then in right hallway.
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An appraiser from the auction agent came over a hour late like planned and went through two bottles of 2019 Prisoner Red Napa Valley. Stopping every now and then when they came across a piece of artwork or furniture. Giving usual bits of information about the person who painted or designed the piece, century it dated back to, and price range. All when the wine glass was being taken from her hand when she slurred. Stopping when a kitschy pewter bear clock on top a mantle in one of the guests rooms. Caught her attention and had her asking how they got their hands on a item from the Russian royal family. Going on about how something like this was a historic piece and can get a pretty penny.
Ready to pay out of pocket in the form her personal pay book without reporting this find to her boss with great enthusiasm. Willing to meet any price that was named with their fingers practically shaking to take a hold of the clock. To be turned down by Isamu's mother with an answer this discovery had her deciding to return this clock to Russian government. Their were no plans now to sell this to anyone outside their family after this discovery was made. Ended up angering this appraiser to the point she become cold toward them up until she left them when sun went down. Just prickling sensation on the tip of Isamu's spine had him contacting Player and Billy about this appraiser's contacts.
{Private And Encrypted online chat room within dark web}
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Monday, January 18, 2012 at 09:58:15 PM
Billy Goat Gruff: ...T_T... Please tell me you have good news, 'cause you aren't going to like what I found
Player: ...(＾_・)...That she has a connection to V.I.L.E. Faculty
Billy Goat Gruff: Coach Brunt! Why would that unfeeling brink wall want a Russian bear clock? ...T_T...
Player: You may have answered your own question
Billy Goat Gruff: ...(」゜ロ゜)」... don't remind me
Player: Not trying to since I have to pass this on Carmen
Billy Goat Gruff: ...isn't she in New Orleans... figuring out why VILE is doing there...
Player:..already looking into how to attend a costume gala being hosted by a celebrity chef...
Billy Goat Gruff: ...＼( ´)／... Need help?
Player: Got 300,000 USD just laying around
*clang clang* Billy Goat Gruff paid Black Sheep Inc: +220,470 Pound Sterling *clang clang*
Player: (((((°-°;)?
Billy Goat Gruff: Tell Carmen and the crew to enjoy themselves on my dime
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Isamu was given the results of both hackers search around midnight within the confinements of a lounge used by his family. Furniture was a little dated and the portrait of his late great-grandmother in her youth was staring down at him. Since he was sitting on a newly re reupholstering Victorian era sofa in pair of drawstring pants loose Gi style shirt. His choice in foot wear came in the form of house slippers with his hair in a loose ponytail held by a red piece of fabric. His body was in a relaxed state over the usual tense and on guard posture that made Zac joke about him being a British guard. His tablet's screen showing a Rougarou style mask being sold just in time for Halloween in the States. Price was right under what he's an allowed to spend on personal wore robe since he was thinking of purchasing this item.
"Yea. Yea. Yea." Isamu saw Billy's invoice. "Pay you back."
He ended up being amused art the information of Coach Brunt being inspired in a their Kitschy Pewter bear clock with yawn on his lips. Forgoing the purchase of the mask to put together a trap for who ever was being sent to get the clock. He flipped his tablet closed and got to his feet to take a stroll and the way to bedroom his mother was currently in. Gave him a chance to re-trance his steps through a grand building he spent must of his childhood summers running through. Came pouring through his mind as he passed sights he hadn't seen since he was very young and naive. He stopped a few times to gaze upon a portrait of an ancestral member of his family dressed in their finest. Made his secretly make a wish about ever dressing up for a family picture with his father, Carmen, and his mother. Already planning on a theme that could possibly work for them all as he kept on turning corners and walk up or down stairs.
Stopping when he came to a surprising sight of a black sock in the size of an middle aged men's size hanging on the door's knob. Making him remember of a late night visitor his mother was excepting for private form of entertaining. He knew she didn't want to disturb for any reason since this guest and her hadn't seen each other since the country side. Not like she hadn't told him how she reconnected with his father on a physical level in such a detailed story. Left to try to not pay attention the more intimate parts of what she said while he hoped on not becoming a older brother. He came to dismiss in search for a piece of paper and pen that was kept in a near by draw of a table. He pulled out to scribble down what he wanted to tell his mother before slipping his note under her bedroom's door.
"Night mom." He would end up leaving her. "Now lets try to figure out how I am going to handle this."
Just when he started down the hall a way from his door, he got a message from his mother saying she'll see him tomorrow morning to talk. His father was also glad to see he was doing better health- wise after lack of sleep he got over lengthy interrogation, from ACME. They both were well aware that appraiser that was over that morning had a connection to V.I.L.E. Faculty member. Any plan he had to ward this one off and have the clock return to it's proper owner, they were all ears.
{Private Server reserved for Cassim family, Encrypted chatroom}
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Monday, January 18, 2012 at 03:25:53 PM
skinwalker: You still in the area?
ningyo:(ಠ_ರ) ?
skinwalker: Kinda need your help, if your not busy...（´∀｀）
ningyo: Gets me away from Trey Sterling (⋋▂⋌), What did I ever see in him?
Skinwalker:... LOL... wasn't your rebound after your made up with Zac
ningyo:（。＾－＾。）You Want To Die!
Skinwalker: My dance card it full when it comes to people wanting me dead
ningyo:(¬_¬) what do you need?
Skinwalker: Keep VILE from stealing a heirloom of a Russian royal family in our possession
ningyo:【• ▂ •】What?
Skinwalker: I'll explained everything once you get here
ningyo: On My Way!
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He ended back up in his bedroom where he placed his tablet back down on it's wireless charger on the corner of his desk. His robe and house slipper were discarded on to the desk's chair right as he stepped closer to his bed in room's center. Flopping down on back on nearest side with thought of what Carmen was up to just appeared in his head. Plucking at a urge he been fighting since rearing its ugly head a few months ago when he felt a hardening of a certain organ. He understood was natural for a teenage boy his own age with growing attracting he felt toward a certain thief in red. Relaxing the tense muscles of his body to further seek into the mattress with his head suddenly going limp. He hands would end up coming to the boarder his hemline of his drawstring pants loose Gi style shirt met on set of defined abs. One hand pushed up his shirt while while loosen the knot on his pants to gain access to his bulge forming.
"Much better." He felt the fabric restraint give way.
Heated surface of his skin meeting the chilled air of his room made him arch his back with shivers running up and down his spine. Some how he mange to shove his pants down just enough his hips to accommodate his erected member and scrotum. Small hairs of this thin trail stood up with his skin prickling with his thumbs starting at the bottom of his navel. Combing through his narrow band of soft downy curls and passed leaking pre- cum of a tip that made him shiver. He STRONLY ignored to split his hands and have one take hold of his testicles in a fondling to rubbing motion. His other hands wrapped around the base of his stiffen member and start doing a slow hitch.
"Siri, Play my sultry playlist." He grunted.
Quietness of his room and soft moans escaping his lips ended up being covered by endless list of songs Isamu created. Allowing his get more comfortable with building and forming sensation in the most lowermost parts of his abdomen. Controlling his intake of air to last a a bit longer since he didn't want to come so early that what he was doing was pointless. Some how allowed him to stay more focused on what he was doing in these passing seconds. His hands caressed to the rhythm of whatever song that started to play after the last one ended with in it limited time.
"Car...men..." He could barely speak.
Image of last seeing her within her countless outfits the color of red just ended up fueling his further til he soundlessly shouted her name. Covering his hands in white sticky mess he'd wipe away using a few tissues from box on his side table. Figuring he needed to stop fighting what his body was always telling him was normal upon also adjusting his clothes back into place.
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05:55:44 PM
6/7 Kensington Palace Gardens, London W8 4QP
London, England
Embassy Of The Russian Federation was visited by Isamu and his mother with the bear clock some time that afternoon with Mr. Bloodmarch. Their excuse to return a this item to his rightful owners after being in their possession, after a few centuries. Wanting to keep everything quiet and out of the newspapers with this kind gesture taking place. Led to clock being properly appraised for be a true stolen heirloom of the Russian Royal family and not a knock off. Had nerves being wrecked when waiting for a final judgment on what they brought by sitting in the lobby.
"How's the family?" Isamu's mom asked Mr. Bloodmarch.
"My wife loved the gift basket you sent last week." He kindly answered her.
"I had a friend personally put everything together for her." She smiled with pride.
Isamu was currently resting his head by leaning back in to his seat with his eyes closed and in a quiet state of mind. His breath slowly down to the point he took on the appearance of being dead if his mother hadn't notice his chest rising. Mt. Bloodmarch offered to have the young master come stay with him and the wife for a few months if he needed it. Bringing up how their children were coming back from boarding school to visit home while on their school break. He'd have someone his own age to socializing with since his usual friends hadn't been seen around him.
"Those Agents still following him?" Mr. Bloodmarch asked about ACME.
"I bring lemonade to them every morning when they are parked out front." She teased.
"You shouldn't be so casual about this." He warned her.
"I trust you and yours are keeping mine out of trouble." She reminds him.