Building A Mystery

by Tenshi no Yupiteru

Discontinued for an indefinite amount of time. “For you, I sing. For you, I am here. For you, I will stay. For you, I would do anything,” she whispered. He died protecting his sister from his enemies. What did his enemies want with him? What are his frien

3. What's In A Name?

Chapter 3: What's In A Name

"How do you know Duo Maxwell?"

It was if the speaker had read her mind and she noted the voice monotone.

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She whirled around, pulled out her gun, and aimed it in between the stranger's eyes. Silver eyes narrowed. People around her gasped, moving away from the pair. She glared at the rest of gapping customers; silencing them with her deadly stare. They immediately looked away from the couple and continued their business as if nothing had happened.

"That was his gun. It's name is Michael." The stranger informed her.

'As if I don't know,' she mused. Glaring silver eyes turned towards the man once again. "How would you know?" Her voice was like ice, covered with venom, and could've frozen hell over.

"He was my best friend."

She surveyed him. His dark chocolate hair was tousled. He, too, wore a denim jacket. A dark green tank top was underneath, jeans were snug around his legs, and hiking boots adorned his feet.

Her glare intensified, "Why do you care?"

His Prussian eyes narrowed, "I want an explanation for his death."

She relaxed visibly, though, inside her stomach was doing summersaults and her mind was doubting him. "How do you know that I knew Duo Maxwell?"

He relaxed, a smirk played across his lips. "He told me to find you, in case he died. He said you would have some sort of helpful information."

Her eyes widened a fraction of an inch. Duo had sent him after her? Her eyes narrowed in suspicion once again.

Dark silver faded to a lighter silver. "How did Duo come in contact with you?"

"Via-email."

Her shoulders slumped-so much for him being alive. She lowered the gun, apparently satisfied with grilling.

"Here's your Devil's Candy, mizzy," the bartender told her.

"Thanks," she took a swig and swallowed. "Did he mention my name?"

"No," he mumbled, frowning.

She half-smiled half-smirked, and shook her head. "Didn't expect him too."

She cocked her head to one side, "Pull up a seat."

He did so, and said, "Yui Hiiro."

She choked on her drink, "Say WHAT?" Her face vaulted.

He raised an eyebrow, repeating his name clearly for her. "Yui Hiiro."

Her face paled three shades more, giving her the appearance of a dead person returning from the dead. "No way."