Chapter 6:
The place was dark…forbidding…haunting. Golden eyes flickered round, confusion written on them. He placed a palm on the grime-covered wall, running it down slowly. Grime? No…this was…
Blood.
"There he is!"
Whipping round, he dashed down the alley, his coat billowing behind him. His fighting spirit aroused, he stepped and pushed against the wall in front of him and somersaulted over the heads of his pursuers. Guns in his hands, he opened fire.
Another figure entered the dark alley, stepping over the pile of bodies on the floor. "Not bad. Not bad at all." Golden eyes flashed. Gunshots filled the air as the second figure dodged the bullets, her girlish figure revealing itself in the dim light of the street lamp as she landed outside of the narrow alley.
"Such temper." She tossed her navy-blue hair across her shoulder.
"You…"
"Shuu chan, please stop!" A third figure joined the second. Another lady, he thought as he tensed. However, this time, her hair was a familiar midnight colour. His golden eyes widened as the guns clattered to the bloody ground. The second figure lit a cigarette, which illuminated her perfect face. "Well well…so he does listen to you."
* * *
"Okay. Let me get this straight."
Lina pointed at her junior with a wooden ladle. "You claim my husband to be your brother."
The black-haired Zell nodded, a grin on his face.
"And this…this…guy…" The wooden ladle swung into Xelloss's face, who delicately pushed it away. "Is also your brother?!"
The young Private nodded again.
Tossing the ladle onto the ground and stomping on it, a very bewildered Lina proceeded to tear her hair out. "I don't believe this!"
Her dark-haired husband, with his head still buried in his hands, mumbled inaudibly. Moving his chair beside Zelgadiss, the Trickster patted his back. "Don't take it too hard, Zel. You'll get used to it soon."
Lashing out at his brother, Zelgadiss struck the former right in the nose. Zell watched his injured brother topple off his chair in amazement. The fiery-haired Lina collapsed onto a chair.
"Tell me, Zell, Xelloss…does Zelgadiss have the same mother as you guys do, or…"
Rubbing his bruised nose, Xelloss pulled himself up onto his chair. "Yes, he does."
"Have the same mother or a different one?"
"The same. Just a different father."
Lina groaned. "I was afraid of that."
* * *
A lady leaned back against her chair, settling her feet upon her desk. Her navy hair flowed down the back of the chair as she raised her head and exhaled smoke to the ceiling.
A knock sounded on the door.
"Come in," she chimed.
"There is no need for me to do so." The voice behind the door whispered, a hint of amusement in it. "I just wish to tell you that…he knows."
The lady laughed as she tapped her cigarette on the corner of her ash tray. "Excellent work, Luna."
"Oh no…thank your son."
Smirking, the lady placed the cigarette in her mouth. "Which?"