(WRITTEN WHILE BEING IN QUARANTINE) HEY GUYS IT'S ANN1AMOUR AND I'M LUCKY TO HAVE MADE ONE MORE CHAPTER WITHIN THIS MONTH, WHILE I THOUGHT I WOULD TAKE MORE 15 DAYS. THE QUARANTINE PERIOD IS GIVING ME A HELL LOTTA TIME AND IN THAT CASE I DECIDED TO GIVE YOU GUYS SOME ICEBREAKER AMID ALL THE TERRIBLE CIRCUMSTANCES. BE SAFE AND ENJOY THE CHAPTER, AND MY AURA WOULD BE SATISFIED.
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GUEST #1: Yeah I wanted this story to be quite unique, to take a new step in the history of amourshipping(cheesy? XD) and yes buddy Serena is married, but is not divorced but his husband…. You know what I mean, if you don't wait for the scene to take over. To whom? Let's keep that a secret.
GUEST #2: Thanks and is this the thing you write at last your catchphrase? Well, anyways the corona outbreak is a serious issue, not that I doubt your confidence but please be safe.
HERE COMES THE 3RD CHAPTER OF UL.
A/N: ASH STARTS TO INVESTIGATE THE HOUSE.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN Pokémon
It was March 26 and was a bright day to be honest.
But for Ash it was pretty hectic, after the lame 12 hours of flight, and then an idle drive through the empty streets of the Ontario city. He was wiped out.
And the last thing he wanted was a late assistant. But this time he was not disappointed. At the front gate stood a boy, nervousness written all over his face.
"Well done kid, you're on time." He perked up his eyebrows with a smirk and then gave another glance at his watch. It showed, '8:45'. Anyone would have been on time, if he would be that late.
He made him wait for an hour. He loved it!
Opening his pair of shades, he looked at the brownish blonde boy, with greenish eyes and a deep brown suit, covering up his white shirt. He gripped his luggage with one hand while the other wiped the trickling sweat drops off his face.
"Y-Yes, sir. T-thank you." he gasped as he said that.
"You shouldn't fumble like this boy. This is a blasphemy when it comes to a detective. You have to be firm in your speech, stick to your ground and adamant in you decisions, or you should have grits." Ash lectured and he tapped his bast foot-wears to walk past the agent '045', as the other followed.
Now his stubborn gaze went out to appreciate the mansion he was going into.
Ivy and ferns grew through the crevices of the old winding stone path, which led directly to the colossal structure. The mansion loomed proudly behind creaky iron gates, flanked by rows of skeletal trees, crowned in crimson, swaying gently by the soothing spring winds. At the threshold, stood a delicate marble fountain, the soft gurgling of the clear water melodic as it…..
"Fancy!" sawyer interrupted Ash's train of thoughts and quickly found him being glared at with utmost annoyance and aggression. This shivered him to silence, and resumed.
'The clear water melodic as it resonated in the surrounding silence.' He thought.
Sighing softly, he compelled his battered legs to the over-grown garden path. Perhaps, once beautifully manicured, now, the acres were utterly disheveled. His look rested on an immense oak tree that cut into the landscape, withered and dying, not suiting the majestic and verdant illusion of the manor. Many black, brown and few green vines clung on to the bricks of the manor. And behind the tree were the stone-carvings of lions and another statue. He huddled closer to the tree and tried to pierce his vision through the over-sized window, like those in the cathedrals, of the second floor, corner room, where it all started. The dismantled tree still managed to proudly match a foot more than the first floor by height.
"Tall enough for someone to climb on?" it was Sawyer again.
Ash tried to hide his disapproved anger by ignoring his words.
"Sir?" he asked again.
"Why do you have to blab so much?" he crooked.
"This is the third time I've spoken, sir." he countered.
"And will be your last, if you speak any further."
After viewing a few more rose rows, cacti, shrubs, mosses and weeds that the remnants of the backyard possessed, he said,
"Let's enter."
The marbled manor was not nearly so old as visitors assumed. It stretched from the backyard into an abode so large. It had more 'wings' or windows than a casual glance could count. In front was a iron-clad door, fitted with a brass lion door knocker. Ash had an intrigued look, just like one has before any twisted adventure. He pressed the finely attached door-bell at the side, but it did not work. He elevated his hand, hesitating for a brief moment before finally lifting the lion's head, slamming the weight of it back against the door and sending a thunderous tremor to invade Sawyer. He stood watching, clutching his head.
The echo of footsteps coming from inside made sawyer quiver as a muffled screeching noise came from the opening of a spy hole in the door. Ash stared back, while sawyer looked down.
"US detective agency. Special task force." He said.
Then the grate of the rusty latch was being lifted after what seemed like hours, the door let out a deep growl and then slowly opened revealing a lady behind it.
Never once did Ash look down, as he watched the woman and her unusual features.
She had a ghastly pale skin, contrasted by jet black hair, only containing a few long strands of grey. She had black attire with white trim and full skirt below knee. Over it she had a white half-apron with lace. A lace headpiece concluded it. An inquisitive expression on her face; she was examining him back, trying to gather some sort of first impression. The overwhelming silence was fractured by Ash,
"Hello ma'am." He bowed, waiting for a reaction.
"Um, I presume you're ?"
She replied curiously, tilting her head.
"Yes, and I deem you're Mrs. Mary, right? This is, um, John, my assistant." He pointed at Sawyer, who in fact hated the alias. He clearly wanted something better. This name was weird.
'We could have talked about this earlier, now John! Of all names!' he thought.
"Oh yes, yes, I'm John!" he interjected.
"Oh yes sir, welcome to Yvonne manor, please come in." she gestured them to sit down at a supposed lining room with gigantic brownish sofas behind which blinds were drawn. There was huge center table, for coffees? The door crashed shut making the marble floors shiver. There was hardly any speck of dust on the floor, which indicated being well-maintained.
Although the massive chandelier hung above was entangled with cobwebs. A magnificent tiger-skin was laid down the table, as a rug.
"It is excellent!"Sawyer remarked and Ash couldn't argue either. Money should never have been something they felt the deficit of.
The lady giggled at his beaming face and for the first time a smile was seen on her sad exposure, she replied,
"This is only the first dining room, the other one is at the attic."
'Why at the attic' Ash wondered.
"You have two of these!" Sawyer was now getting on him.
"Oh will you shut up John!" he barked. Sawyer stood still, much to the lady's amusement.
"I request you, sir, please sit down and have some coffee."
Ash kindly smiled at her and said,
"Um, no, Mrs. Mary, can you bring in the house members here, while I take a quick inspection to the room where the murder or unusual death occurred? And John you stay here in the process." He implied just when sawyer perked up to indicate, he wanted to follow him upstairs.
"Okay sir." the lady replied.
"Yes sir." the other said.
Ash began to scale up the staircase, of ornate sandstone, too pretty to touch the earth. No creak, no dust, no sign of rot. They were as perfect as the day they were being made, and so were the railings. Stepping on the second floor, he walked through the aisle, to find another passageway at the end, leading to a bed-chamber.
He went inside.
The window drapes were slightly parted, and this let a beam of daylight to kiss the floor throughout the elongated room. Yet another breeze added chilled air inside.
There was a wooden writing table and chair, with an empty closet beside.
Well, not exactly empty. It had just one piece of gown and a mirror in it.
On the table were some documents with some paper-weights.
Perhaps, her last documents. It had some analysis regarding the expenses and the climb-graph of her office.
The bed was neat and every sample of the dead body was being swept out.
He turned on the room lights to inspect the room further. Beside the bed, was the lamp-stand, the lamp still switched on? He turned it off. Quite bizarre.
Ash this time bent down to see what was under the bed when a shrill cry jerked him up.
"W-Who's there?" someone stepped inside and was horrified to see Ash, standing there.
"Calm down miss. I had my appointment today. I'm from the US detective agency, special task force." He wondered how many times he had to say this.
"Oh," she became apologetic immediately, while showing signs of fatigue.
"Sorry to disturb you like that. I just got freaked out to see the room light on." She said.
Ash smiled as he said,
"It's natural."
Then he looked at the honey blonde woman. She had her pink half-sleeved t-shirt on and a long red pajama with a pink head-bow.
For a moment Ash seemed lost in her sapphire blue eyes.
"It's nice to meet you, , I'm Serena Yvonne."
FINALLY THE TWO PROTAGONISTS MEET EACH OTHER. RELIEVED, AIN'T YOU?
WELL, I SURELY AM. BUT, AS THE STORY SUGGESTS, THERE'S MUCH LEFT TO HAPPEN.
WILL BE UP WITH THE NEXT CHAPTER THE NEXT MONTH, TILL THEN,
LET'S FIGHT THE CORONA VIRUS AND KICK BACK WITH FANFICTION STORIES
TO R&R.
BYE. CYL.