I decided to make it into a longer Fanfic. I can't remember if the name Hawthorn was used in the manga or not. And I'm pretty sure that they did have a car but I could be wrong. I tried to make them in character at least. (Were they in London? Or was that another manga I read?)

Riff and Cain WILL get together, but Riff is being stubborn.

Riff was acting strange, Cain thought as he reclined languidly against one of his many plush couches. He had barely said anything to him all day and had given him several strange looks when he had thought that he wasn't looking. Even Oscar who had infiltrated his house had mentioned his behavior. "What's wrong with Riff?"

He shrugged in answer, seemingly unconcerned with his butler's behavior. Oscar in turn shrugged it off as Riff just being weird. With a master like Cain it wasn't really all that surprising that he had finally lost it. If in dead that was what was going on.

"So are you planning on helping me out or not?" He suddenly remembered what Oscar had came to see him about. Apparently he had found this beautiful girl while aimlessly wandering the streets of London, undoubtedly while searching for something he didn't even know the name of.

He said that after she had run into him three armed guards came to cart her off, shoving her into a stage coach and taking off at an extremely fast past. After a few days of researching to find out who she was Oscar had come to him for help. Claiming that he was used to this kind of crap already and would know what to do. Cain thought he was just being a lazy ass but didn't put his retort in such words. "Why should I? What's in it for me?"

Oscar had this shocked hurt look on his face that made Cain stifle a giggle. "You wouldn't leave that poor defenseless girl on her own, would you? Besides, she's just your type." Cain scowled lightly. 'As if you would know what my type is.' He glanced at Riff who stood stoically in the corner as if waiting for his commands.

"Alright. But in return you must promise to never enter my home again." Oscar gaped at him in shock and sputtered indignantly at him. Riff remained silently in the corner.

Holding up a hand he silently commanded Oscar to shut up and turned his attention to his Butler. "Riff!" He jerked lightly and looked up at his master. "We'll be departing to Hawthorn manor shortly."

He nodded in understanding. "I shall prepare your transport." He quickly exited the room without even a glance behind him. It was if he was relieved to go. 'What's wrong with him?' He asked himself silently.

Immediately upon exiting the compartment Cain was attacked by several women. Each of them squealing about how it was an honor to meet the famous Count Cain Hargreaves. Oscar pouted beside him, having none of the girls to fawn over him in such a manner. Slowly he was able to pry some of the girls from him and was incredibly grateful when Madam Hawthorn shooed them away and scolded them for converging on him like that.

As was procedure Cain gently held and kissed the back of Madam Hawthorn's hand, bowing slightly as he did so and causing her to blush madly. "It's such an honor to have you here, Master Cain."

"Thank you for having me." She nodded rather detachedly at Oscar and didn't even bother to acknowledge Riff who was holding his coat over one arm and standing behind him.

"Let us adjourn inside and make yourselves comfortable. Would you like some tea, Mr. Hargreaves?" She turned around and began leading them towards the house. Her own butler took the keys from Riff and went to park it himself, leaving him free to follow his master.

"That would fine, Mrs. Hawthorn." Oscar muttered and pouted behind him. Dragging his feet and kicking rocks like a child.

Upon entering the mansion Cain wasn't surprised to see it lavishly decorated with expensive items and décor that served no further purpose than to impress guests and show off their owner's wealth. Oscar whistled appreciatively. Figures.

Madam Hawthorn quickly had them seated at a long elegant table, Count Cain beside her and Oscar even further behind him. Like a good little butler Riff stood off to the side behind Cain in case he needed anything. Though that was hardly necessary with the over abundance of staff running about them asking if they needed anything. After the commotion had died down the Count politely sipped his tea and waited for her to start the conversation that could potentially get them thrown out of the manor if he didn't word it right.

"So, Master Cain, if you don't mind me asking, what brings you to Hawthorn Manor?" He choose his words delicately so as not to upset her.

"My friend here met a girl with long blond hair not too long ago. We believe that she lives here." Ok. Maybe he didn't word it as carefully as he should have, but it was better to get straight to the point anyway. He watched as Madam Hawthorn stiffened up and said quite curtly.

"I'm afraid you are mistaken. There is no one of that description living here." She was lying threw her teeth but he thought it wise not to call her on it. Taking a last sip of tea she set her cup down and stood suddenly. "I'm sorry to have to end this so soon but I'm afraid I'm a very busy woman and I must now ask you to leave."

Cain slowly stood up and out of the corner of his eye saw Oscar do the same. "We're sorry to have wasted your time then." With a small bow he pushed in his chair and briskly left the room. Once they neared the door the same butler who had parked their car handed Riff the keys and gave him the directions to where he had parked it, basically leaving him to fend for himself.

Without so much as a blink he took the keys and walked off from the two of them, following the directions perfectly without complaint.

Cain and Oscar stood in front of the manor waiting for Riff, speaking in soft hushed voices. "You think she was lying?"

"Of coarse she was. Didn't you see her reaction to my question? The girl is definitely here." 'But to what purpose is she hiding her?' He felt a light touch on his elbow and looked over to see Riff standing patiently at his side. He hadn't even hear the car pull up. His eyes narrowed slightly. And Oscar had taken his seat.

TBC…