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OCs in this fan fiction.
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"Talk."
'Think'
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"Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock." The clock struck mid-night and it was another night of nightmares for a man, who lay on a bed, twisting and turning his body on the fluffy bed with his mind full of flashbacks.
"No. Don't leave me alone . . . You can't do that! That's suicide! Sob . . . sob . . ." Tears fell from the tightly closed eyes of the man with his long jet-black hair spreading across the 'King sized' bed.
"No!" John Yumesaki shouted aloud, his palm resting on his rapidly rising chest. Tears were brimming in his eyes as he clutched his other fist tightly. Brushing away his long bangs, he got out of bed and poured a cup of water from a bedside table.
Tears were still flowing from the corner of his eyes as he drained down all the water in one quick gulp.
"I am still haunted by his death. Haunted forever." John murmured absentmindedly to himself. Sighing, he sat on his bed, silent thinking about the nightmare with sobs uncontrollably made by he himself . . .
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Drawn by a sudden outburst of sound, Ray's sensitivity caused him to be awake as he tiptoed out of the room he was in which was filled with the loud snores of Tyson Kinomiya.
He placed his ear to John's door and heard sobs coming from in there.
'What happened to him?' Ray thought curiously. He looked at his watch and saw that it was only five minutes past midnight.
Ray yawned and went back to his room anyway.
But the yawn was enough to let John know that someone was outside his room earlier on. But he was suddenly too tired to check it out and so he slept . . .
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The clock struck eight in the morning. John Yumesaki woke up to see puffy eyes before him. Washing his face, he wandered who was the person who knew about him crying in the middle of the night.
Removing his oversized shirt, a slender and toned body was revealed. His hair was untied, showing his jet-black hair. Next, he stepped into the bathtub and ran the bath. Sliding into it, he stretched his leg and covered himself in soap with a fragrant rose scent in it.
A broad smile plastered itself over his face as he gleefully played with the water. Is this playful guy the same person who attacked Tyson mercilessly? But John was very careful in keeping his shoulder dry.
After wiping himself dry with a bath towel, he took out a cotton wool from a long container on a low wooden drop-leaf table beside the bathtub and dipped the red solid onto another shorter transparent bottle with clear green liquid inside. He dabbed it on a blue-black area on his left shoulder and winced. He put a plaster on it and took out his clothes.
John bandaged his chest with a clean black clothe before slipping a dark blue baggy shirt and a pair of dark greenish-blue baggy jeans. He then combed his shoulder-length hair into just a ponytail and left the bathroom.
John took a glance at his watch to see the minute hand touching thirty and the hour hand touching eight. He rolled his eyes and scribbled a note on a piece of paper from the drawer in the bedside table. Stealthily, he crept to the other two rooms to determine if they had woken up or not.
'I cannot believe that they can sleep until so late.' John shook his head amusingly.
He tucked in a blue colored flick knife into his jeans and wore a pair of black sneakers.
Getting all ready, John quickened his pace to the main door and left the presidential suite.
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"Nickel, meet me at the gym and send Michelle over."
"Roger Jade." A man, wearing a long blackish coat over a pair of denim jeans, switched off his snowy-coloured cell phone and grinned to a woman beside him.
He was sitting on a couch in the middle of a room with scenery paintings hanging on all the four walls. The room was fairly big and there was a big screen hanging from the ceiling in front of the two persons. Faintly, a face with blue shark fin's like paint on both cheeks could be seen on the screen.
The woman pressed a button on an extended cord and turned to look at the man. She had straight, silky cream hair with a white-coloured headband deliberately placed on the forehead. "Brother, Jade called?"
"Of course she called!" The man rubbed his sister's head affectionately. "Got to go. If not she'll definitely scold me. But I am worried if she had a good sleep yesterday or not."
"Don't worry, brother. Jade is a strong willed girl if not John would not have . . ." The woman smiled sheepishly at her brother whose face darkened considerably. "Think I should buy breakfast for my customers?"
"I suggest you take them down instead. Then, you will not need to carry heavy things on your own. You should know yourself best." The man stood up quickly and scratched his head, yawning with a big 'O'. "Man, I'm tired! With all the information collection on Voltaire. . ."
"Err hem. I think it is my hard work that you're reporting to her?" The woman raised her eyebrows as she slowly stood up with her hand supporting her bulging stomach.
"I think I will let Shadows follow you secretively." The man frowned slightly at his sister whose eyes were filled with playfulness.
"Suit you." The woman shrugged and left out of the man's sight.
He was the only person left. He stretched his arms and pranced to an adjacent room,
'Wander how she lived with them even for one night . . . why am I so concerned? She should not belong to me anyway.' He sighed.
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John Yumesaki placed his finger at a triangular popped up object. A robotic voice came out. "Verify identity?"
"Leader John Yumesaki." Came John's slightly monotonous voice.
"Access granted." And a black metallic door was opened in front of John.
Before John was a spacious room with wide mirrors erected on the three walls surrounding him. Gym equipments could be seen occupying the extreme far right of the room. There was also a series of grey lockers beside the door. However, there was a space in the middle.
He went to its extreme left and pulled out his flick knife, inserting the end to a small slit of the lock. Next, John pulled the handle of his locker swiftly. In his hands was a sea-blue colored towel, which he casually threw to the floor. He closed the locker, which a click sound was heard.
Then, he stood in the middle of the room with his fists clenched at his waist.
Bending down his knees, both of his clenched fists relaxed and it swayed to his left together in unison. The movement was smooth and graceful as a swan. Abruptly, he stopped.
'I just cannot concentrate!' John clutched his fist tightly and punched the air.
"Care to run on the treadmill? I think it can relax your mind, Jade." A casual voice spoke.
"Nickel, cut your crap." John snapped.
"I don't know why you insist on calling yourself and thinking yourself as him . . ." The stranger's brownish eyes widened as he felt a hand strangling his neck from in front. Before him was a face distorted with intense pain and he crouched as a powerful punch was directed at his stomach.
"I am . . . sorry. But . . .do you really have to do this?" Nickel straightened his back and tidied his black turtleneck shirt with a thug.
John closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. "Don't you ever talk to me about 'that'. Understand?"
"Yes." Nickel grinned at John. "Well? Why don't we see who can run the longest and loser shall treat the winner to dinner?"
"I am not scared." John smiled at Nickel; his agitation had subsided with the man's promise for a competition.
They raced to the far right and started the treadmill machines.
"What speed?" Nickel asked. "8." John replied swiftly. "What?!" Nickel exclaimed as he saw John pressing the highest speed and sprinted as if someone was after his life . . .
Nickel dared not look at John anymore as tears brimmed John's eyes. Nickel spoke quietly and gently, "The nightmare again . . . isn't it?"
John nodded but then stared at Nickel at the next instant. Before John knew it, his speed was slowed and the still moving fast strip made him lose his balance and fell backwards dangerously to the sharp edge of the strip.
John gasped and shut his eyes. But a strong arm caught John's waist and pulled him up. John's treadmill came to a stop as Nickel's right hand pulled out the safety device at the control panel.
"Are you okay?" Nickel asked worriedly. John blushed a crimson color and shoved off Nickel's arm at his waist. "I'm absolutely fine."
"It does not seem to me this way." Nickel's eyes turned serious as he gripped John's waist again. But John could not shove him away again. He lowered his head and the pulled out his flick knife and pointed it at Nickel's throat threateningly. Nickel did not back away from John.
"Why must you be so stubborn?" John frowned, his eyes filled with a blanket of fog.
Nickel looked at John lovingly and bent down to give this guy before him a deep kiss. John did not struggle this time, as he felt tired all of a sudden. Nickels found John limply against him and shock his head violently.
'What am I doing?' He pulled John away from his brace and spoke softly, "Sorry . . . I should not have done this."
"Done what?" John questioned as he left the treadmill. They have been mad enough to kiss right on the treadmill! Luckily no one else was here . . .if not . . . John flushed madly.
He picked up the towel he threw just now. Suddenly, John felt hot inside and wiped off his sweat. He spoke monotonously, "I thought you have a report to tell me?"
Nickel's face darkened, unhappy at John's sudden change of tone. He spoke monotonously too, "Voltaire and his aide seemed to have disappeared from the alleys of Russia. Given Yon Ying Court's power, Katrina can easily smuggle them out of Russia."
"What about our undercover then?" John questioned intently.
"We can be sure that he will help us in any way possible." Nickel replied stonily.
"Good." John spoke shortly. Both went silent as an air of awkwardness hung around them . . .
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"Tyson! Wake up! It is already ten in the morning!" A voice shouted into the ear of a snoring boy whose bluish bangs covered his eyes. This boy ignored the shout and the person above him sighed.
"Ray! What can we do to wake him up?"
"Get away, Max. I think this should do it." A boy whose black hair was tied in a long strip of object carried a bottle of ice water and poured it down Tyson's face.
The still snoring boy woke up with a jolt. "Ray! What is this supposed to mean?" He shouted.
Ray shrugged, pointing to Max who exclaimed, "This is not my idea! Anyway, it is so late! We need to practice, remember we have an exhibition match tomorrow with a school team."
"So what? We will defeat them in no time!" Tyson yawned and sat up. "Where is John?"
"He left a note in his own room." Ray smiled, his fingers holding a thin strip of paper. Tyson snatched it away and read aloud, "If all of you have woke up, come down to the lobby at once. Breakfast shall be ready in the Morning Restaurant."
He paused, a grin emerging from his lips. "Lets go!" He rushed to the bathroom and in no time changed into his outdoor clothes. Ray and Max shook their heads.
Some things never change.
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"Care to join me for breakfast?" John broke the silence between him and Nickel. Nickel did not reply. He walked away from John and walked to the door slowly. Reaching the door, he grinned at John, "Come on."
"Okay!" John sprang to the door and spoke, "Lock sequence engaged."
"By your command, Sir." The same robotic voice came out.
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"Why are we not allowed to go to this restaurant?" Tyson asked hotly. Max and Ray frowned at the burly man before them. He wore a black tank top with a pair of black tight jeans. His arm blocked the entrance to the restaurant, "Only authorized people can enter this place. Tell me who you are so I can notify our superior." He spoke coldly.
However, a feminine voice chided, "They are my distinguished guests, you are not to be rude to them. Understand?"
"Yes Mistress!" The man saluted a woman who wore a long yellow-sleeved blouse and an orange pencil skirt.
The woman strolled to the Bladebreakers and introduced herself, "Pardon my bodyguard's insolence. He is just being responsible for my safety. I am Michelle Kitz. Please call me Mick."
"Where's John?" Tyson asked annoyingly, earning glares from the burly man. Michelle raised her hand before the man and waved. The burly man nodded and turned away from the sight of the Bladebreakers.
Next, Michelle gestured them to follow her inside to a pavement leading to the restaurant. The others followed her curiously but Tyson fumed. 'John told us to come here to be treated this way? What is he playing at?'
Before them was a scene which surprised them. There was no one in a grand hall that they were at now. The interior design did not look Japanese. Instead, it was furnished with a European feel with a fairly big fountain in the middle.
"This restaurant is just a cover for the Japan headquarter of Yan Lan Court to be here without being disturbed. Don't worry though because breakfast is indeed served specially for the Bladebreakers." Michelle spoke to the three boys who were gazing at their surroundings.
"John should be at the table now. Please come with me." Suddenly, Michelle bent down, her right hand outstretched to the direction to her right. Her movement puzzled the Bladebreakers. Beads of perspiration emerged on her forehead.
Shakily, Michelle reached for something in her pocket and popped it into her mouth. Suddenly, the burly man whom Tyson and his friend encountered earlier appeared.
"Mistress!" He exclaimed. "I am alright. But kindly lead them to where Jade is, please?" Michelle gritted her teeth.
"Okay." The man faced the Bladebreakers and spoke rather politely at them now, "I'll lead all of you to Jade. Please follow me."
'Jade? Who's Jade?" Tyson asked. Both Ray and Max eyed the man curiously.
It seemed that he remembered some thing suddenly as he corrected his sentence, "I'll lead you to where you all are supposed to be now." He turned around to gaze at Michelle's diminishing figure as he led the three boys to their destination. His eyes were filled with love . . .
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This is it. Finished the third chapter . . . Seriously, I would not have thought of this unusual twist to write . . . You might ask, "What twist?"
At first glance, it seems to be another yaoi story but I think I have dropped enough hints to suggest to the readers as to what the twist is . . .
Maybe, this many hints spoil my plot . . . Anyway, this is 85% Jade's idea . . . I only contributed 15% of the plot to this story . . . know what I mean?
Signed Virginia.
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"Talk."
'Think'
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"Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock." The clock struck mid-night and it was another night of nightmares for a man, who lay on a bed, twisting and turning his body on the fluffy bed with his mind full of flashbacks.
"No. Don't leave me alone . . . You can't do that! That's suicide! Sob . . . sob . . ." Tears fell from the tightly closed eyes of the man with his long jet-black hair spreading across the 'King sized' bed.
"No!" John Yumesaki shouted aloud, his palm resting on his rapidly rising chest. Tears were brimming in his eyes as he clutched his other fist tightly. Brushing away his long bangs, he got out of bed and poured a cup of water from a bedside table.
Tears were still flowing from the corner of his eyes as he drained down all the water in one quick gulp.
"I am still haunted by his death. Haunted forever." John murmured absentmindedly to himself. Sighing, he sat on his bed, silent thinking about the nightmare with sobs uncontrollably made by he himself . . .
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Drawn by a sudden outburst of sound, Ray's sensitivity caused him to be awake as he tiptoed out of the room he was in which was filled with the loud snores of Tyson Kinomiya.
He placed his ear to John's door and heard sobs coming from in there.
'What happened to him?' Ray thought curiously. He looked at his watch and saw that it was only five minutes past midnight.
Ray yawned and went back to his room anyway.
But the yawn was enough to let John know that someone was outside his room earlier on. But he was suddenly too tired to check it out and so he slept . . .
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The clock struck eight in the morning. John Yumesaki woke up to see puffy eyes before him. Washing his face, he wandered who was the person who knew about him crying in the middle of the night.
Removing his oversized shirt, a slender and toned body was revealed. His hair was untied, showing his jet-black hair. Next, he stepped into the bathtub and ran the bath. Sliding into it, he stretched his leg and covered himself in soap with a fragrant rose scent in it.
A broad smile plastered itself over his face as he gleefully played with the water. Is this playful guy the same person who attacked Tyson mercilessly? But John was very careful in keeping his shoulder dry.
After wiping himself dry with a bath towel, he took out a cotton wool from a long container on a low wooden drop-leaf table beside the bathtub and dipped the red solid onto another shorter transparent bottle with clear green liquid inside. He dabbed it on a blue-black area on his left shoulder and winced. He put a plaster on it and took out his clothes.
John bandaged his chest with a clean black clothe before slipping a dark blue baggy shirt and a pair of dark greenish-blue baggy jeans. He then combed his shoulder-length hair into just a ponytail and left the bathroom.
John took a glance at his watch to see the minute hand touching thirty and the hour hand touching eight. He rolled his eyes and scribbled a note on a piece of paper from the drawer in the bedside table. Stealthily, he crept to the other two rooms to determine if they had woken up or not.
'I cannot believe that they can sleep until so late.' John shook his head amusingly.
He tucked in a blue colored flick knife into his jeans and wore a pair of black sneakers.
Getting all ready, John quickened his pace to the main door and left the presidential suite.
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"Nickel, meet me at the gym and send Michelle over."
"Roger Jade." A man, wearing a long blackish coat over a pair of denim jeans, switched off his snowy-coloured cell phone and grinned to a woman beside him.
He was sitting on a couch in the middle of a room with scenery paintings hanging on all the four walls. The room was fairly big and there was a big screen hanging from the ceiling in front of the two persons. Faintly, a face with blue shark fin's like paint on both cheeks could be seen on the screen.
The woman pressed a button on an extended cord and turned to look at the man. She had straight, silky cream hair with a white-coloured headband deliberately placed on the forehead. "Brother, Jade called?"
"Of course she called!" The man rubbed his sister's head affectionately. "Got to go. If not she'll definitely scold me. But I am worried if she had a good sleep yesterday or not."
"Don't worry, brother. Jade is a strong willed girl if not John would not have . . ." The woman smiled sheepishly at her brother whose face darkened considerably. "Think I should buy breakfast for my customers?"
"I suggest you take them down instead. Then, you will not need to carry heavy things on your own. You should know yourself best." The man stood up quickly and scratched his head, yawning with a big 'O'. "Man, I'm tired! With all the information collection on Voltaire. . ."
"Err hem. I think it is my hard work that you're reporting to her?" The woman raised her eyebrows as she slowly stood up with her hand supporting her bulging stomach.
"I think I will let Shadows follow you secretively." The man frowned slightly at his sister whose eyes were filled with playfulness.
"Suit you." The woman shrugged and left out of the man's sight.
He was the only person left. He stretched his arms and pranced to an adjacent room,
'Wander how she lived with them even for one night . . . why am I so concerned? She should not belong to me anyway.' He sighed.
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John Yumesaki placed his finger at a triangular popped up object. A robotic voice came out. "Verify identity?"
"Leader John Yumesaki." Came John's slightly monotonous voice.
"Access granted." And a black metallic door was opened in front of John.
Before John was a spacious room with wide mirrors erected on the three walls surrounding him. Gym equipments could be seen occupying the extreme far right of the room. There was also a series of grey lockers beside the door. However, there was a space in the middle.
He went to its extreme left and pulled out his flick knife, inserting the end to a small slit of the lock. Next, John pulled the handle of his locker swiftly. In his hands was a sea-blue colored towel, which he casually threw to the floor. He closed the locker, which a click sound was heard.
Then, he stood in the middle of the room with his fists clenched at his waist.
Bending down his knees, both of his clenched fists relaxed and it swayed to his left together in unison. The movement was smooth and graceful as a swan. Abruptly, he stopped.
'I just cannot concentrate!' John clutched his fist tightly and punched the air.
"Care to run on the treadmill? I think it can relax your mind, Jade." A casual voice spoke.
"Nickel, cut your crap." John snapped.
"I don't know why you insist on calling yourself and thinking yourself as him . . ." The stranger's brownish eyes widened as he felt a hand strangling his neck from in front. Before him was a face distorted with intense pain and he crouched as a powerful punch was directed at his stomach.
"I am . . . sorry. But . . .do you really have to do this?" Nickel straightened his back and tidied his black turtleneck shirt with a thug.
John closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. "Don't you ever talk to me about 'that'. Understand?"
"Yes." Nickel grinned at John. "Well? Why don't we see who can run the longest and loser shall treat the winner to dinner?"
"I am not scared." John smiled at Nickel; his agitation had subsided with the man's promise for a competition.
They raced to the far right and started the treadmill machines.
"What speed?" Nickel asked. "8." John replied swiftly. "What?!" Nickel exclaimed as he saw John pressing the highest speed and sprinted as if someone was after his life . . .
Nickel dared not look at John anymore as tears brimmed John's eyes. Nickel spoke quietly and gently, "The nightmare again . . . isn't it?"
John nodded but then stared at Nickel at the next instant. Before John knew it, his speed was slowed and the still moving fast strip made him lose his balance and fell backwards dangerously to the sharp edge of the strip.
John gasped and shut his eyes. But a strong arm caught John's waist and pulled him up. John's treadmill came to a stop as Nickel's right hand pulled out the safety device at the control panel.
"Are you okay?" Nickel asked worriedly. John blushed a crimson color and shoved off Nickel's arm at his waist. "I'm absolutely fine."
"It does not seem to me this way." Nickel's eyes turned serious as he gripped John's waist again. But John could not shove him away again. He lowered his head and the pulled out his flick knife and pointed it at Nickel's throat threateningly. Nickel did not back away from John.
"Why must you be so stubborn?" John frowned, his eyes filled with a blanket of fog.
Nickel looked at John lovingly and bent down to give this guy before him a deep kiss. John did not struggle this time, as he felt tired all of a sudden. Nickels found John limply against him and shock his head violently.
'What am I doing?' He pulled John away from his brace and spoke softly, "Sorry . . . I should not have done this."
"Done what?" John questioned as he left the treadmill. They have been mad enough to kiss right on the treadmill! Luckily no one else was here . . .if not . . . John flushed madly.
He picked up the towel he threw just now. Suddenly, John felt hot inside and wiped off his sweat. He spoke monotonously, "I thought you have a report to tell me?"
Nickel's face darkened, unhappy at John's sudden change of tone. He spoke monotonously too, "Voltaire and his aide seemed to have disappeared from the alleys of Russia. Given Yon Ying Court's power, Katrina can easily smuggle them out of Russia."
"What about our undercover then?" John questioned intently.
"We can be sure that he will help us in any way possible." Nickel replied stonily.
"Good." John spoke shortly. Both went silent as an air of awkwardness hung around them . . .
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"Tyson! Wake up! It is already ten in the morning!" A voice shouted into the ear of a snoring boy whose bluish bangs covered his eyes. This boy ignored the shout and the person above him sighed.
"Ray! What can we do to wake him up?"
"Get away, Max. I think this should do it." A boy whose black hair was tied in a long strip of object carried a bottle of ice water and poured it down Tyson's face.
The still snoring boy woke up with a jolt. "Ray! What is this supposed to mean?" He shouted.
Ray shrugged, pointing to Max who exclaimed, "This is not my idea! Anyway, it is so late! We need to practice, remember we have an exhibition match tomorrow with a school team."
"So what? We will defeat them in no time!" Tyson yawned and sat up. "Where is John?"
"He left a note in his own room." Ray smiled, his fingers holding a thin strip of paper. Tyson snatched it away and read aloud, "If all of you have woke up, come down to the lobby at once. Breakfast shall be ready in the Morning Restaurant."
He paused, a grin emerging from his lips. "Lets go!" He rushed to the bathroom and in no time changed into his outdoor clothes. Ray and Max shook their heads.
Some things never change.
* * * * * * * *
"Care to join me for breakfast?" John broke the silence between him and Nickel. Nickel did not reply. He walked away from John and walked to the door slowly. Reaching the door, he grinned at John, "Come on."
"Okay!" John sprang to the door and spoke, "Lock sequence engaged."
"By your command, Sir." The same robotic voice came out.
* * * * * * * *
"Why are we not allowed to go to this restaurant?" Tyson asked hotly. Max and Ray frowned at the burly man before them. He wore a black tank top with a pair of black tight jeans. His arm blocked the entrance to the restaurant, "Only authorized people can enter this place. Tell me who you are so I can notify our superior." He spoke coldly.
However, a feminine voice chided, "They are my distinguished guests, you are not to be rude to them. Understand?"
"Yes Mistress!" The man saluted a woman who wore a long yellow-sleeved blouse and an orange pencil skirt.
The woman strolled to the Bladebreakers and introduced herself, "Pardon my bodyguard's insolence. He is just being responsible for my safety. I am Michelle Kitz. Please call me Mick."
"Where's John?" Tyson asked annoyingly, earning glares from the burly man. Michelle raised her hand before the man and waved. The burly man nodded and turned away from the sight of the Bladebreakers.
Next, Michelle gestured them to follow her inside to a pavement leading to the restaurant. The others followed her curiously but Tyson fumed. 'John told us to come here to be treated this way? What is he playing at?'
Before them was a scene which surprised them. There was no one in a grand hall that they were at now. The interior design did not look Japanese. Instead, it was furnished with a European feel with a fairly big fountain in the middle.
"This restaurant is just a cover for the Japan headquarter of Yan Lan Court to be here without being disturbed. Don't worry though because breakfast is indeed served specially for the Bladebreakers." Michelle spoke to the three boys who were gazing at their surroundings.
"John should be at the table now. Please come with me." Suddenly, Michelle bent down, her right hand outstretched to the direction to her right. Her movement puzzled the Bladebreakers. Beads of perspiration emerged on her forehead.
Shakily, Michelle reached for something in her pocket and popped it into her mouth. Suddenly, the burly man whom Tyson and his friend encountered earlier appeared.
"Mistress!" He exclaimed. "I am alright. But kindly lead them to where Jade is, please?" Michelle gritted her teeth.
"Okay." The man faced the Bladebreakers and spoke rather politely at them now, "I'll lead all of you to Jade. Please follow me."
'Jade? Who's Jade?" Tyson asked. Both Ray and Max eyed the man curiously.
It seemed that he remembered some thing suddenly as he corrected his sentence, "I'll lead you to where you all are supposed to be now." He turned around to gaze at Michelle's diminishing figure as he led the three boys to their destination. His eyes were filled with love . . .
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This is it. Finished the third chapter . . . Seriously, I would not have thought of this unusual twist to write . . . You might ask, "What twist?"
At first glance, it seems to be another yaoi story but I think I have dropped enough hints to suggest to the readers as to what the twist is . . .
Maybe, this many hints spoil my plot . . . Anyway, this is 85% Jade's idea . . . I only contributed 15% of the plot to this story . . . know what I mean?
Signed Virginia.