Mystery Romance
Chapter: 5
Title: Learning More; Trouble Pursues!
By: Kawaii-Leena

OMG! I'm SO sorry for not updating for so long! As you can see, I'm so busy at school at busy chatting, that I forgot all about this! Don't worry; I pledge to finish them all! Promise! I hope you all will enjoy my late chapter…Arigato Gozaimasu!

Anyways, the winners of the last trivia question! Question: Among all Eidolons, what Eidolon can't Garnet or Eiko summon?

The answer is Alexander! And alas, seven got the answer correctly! Allow me to have the privilege to announce the winners:

RoseMage
DnCnChIcK369
ApocalypseCris
Kaira Fire-Demon
Drkbth
DracoZombie
Leo-kun89

Thank you very much! And also, thank you for those who have reviewed! I appreciate your time to read this story of mine! Tune more for more trivia questions and more chapters…

Enjoy Reading everybody!

Chapter 5: Learning More; Trouble Pursues!
Blank picks up one of the letters and starts reading it, trying to understand the little and distorted black ink being pasted on the crumpled paper.

Honey,

How are you in your job there at the Alexandria High School? I'm fine here in Terra, and everything has been quite nice lately. Recently, my tummy is getting bigger! This is such good news! In a few months time, we will have our very first baby! I'm so happy! I wish you're here by my side right now as I'm experiencing this… I've been having difficult time with this pregnancy, but don't worry, I can manage. I'll write you soon!

Blank puts his hand on his chin as he puts down one of the papers back to the other things inside the open drawer. Soon, the agent starts to think deeply, trying to configure this letter. Somehow, something inside the redhead teenager is telling him that this letter is a one step to the mystery killings and random kidnappings.

His azure eyes looks down to the other papers and then just pick one of them, and starts reading again without a single word said.

Garland, our first baby is born! I'm so happy, but it was so hard to let our baby out, but I finally managed! And, dear, it's a boy! You always wanted a boy to be our first born, right? I have granted our wish! And I'm going to name him Ku -- … I'm tired right now, and I'll write to you soon… just to tell you, he is so adorable!

Blank furrows his eyebrows as he mumbles to himself, gripping the sides of the paper tightly with his fisted hands, "What's this? The blank ink in one part has already faded!" the secret agent grumbles, sighing secretly. "Oh well… I guess I can understand that since this thing looks like it's been written 15 years ago or something…"

The redhead sighs and puts the paper back to the open drawer and then picks another one randomly, an interesting look visible by his cerulean eyes. "Frankly, I'm sure this has a saying to the many incidents that have occurred…" he thinks to himself as he unfolds one of the papers.

He is still alone in the dark little four-walled room, the silence as his companion as he tries to uncover the secrets of the unknown. Soon, he starts reading…

Garland, my condition here is not getting better. Ku -- … jealous over his little brother, Zi – … and our first born child is acting very strange… he slowly acts like Mi – rry, I have to go soon… goodbye…

The agent grits his teeth slowly and exclaims with a tired sigh, "Seriously, if someone is writing a letter, they should've used a better ink than this!" he looks at all the papers scattered around the drawer, to the clippings and images, "These… these…" giving up, he sighs, "It's useless… I can't do anything if I don't understand what is written on these papers… utterly worthless!"

Blank sighs once again after so many times and puts a hand on his right cheek, his face giving an exhausted look. "Maybe I do need Zidane after all…" he closes his eyes and imagines Zidane creating havoc around the private room, and with a sweat drop, he adds, "Or maybe not…"

With his hands, he starts to search for more clues and hints inside the drawer. Rummaging through the brownish paper with faded inks, he comes close to a family picture. It looks quite old, and one corner was torn apart. The three children's faces were blurred. The only visible face to be seen was the janitor's happy face.

The redhead picks it up and stares at it closely and intensely, his blue eyes studying it hard. "He looks very happy here…" he mutters to himself, looking at the smile plastered on the janitor's face taken years ago. "But… now, when I talked to him earlier… he was so emotionless… so… dead…"

He can still remember the janitor's face a while back. He was cleaning the halls silently as a wind can be. His arms swinging back and forth with such ease, his uniform clean and neat, as no dirt has ever touched the tidy clothing. His eyes held no particular and specific feeling.

It was empty. Nothing in those two orbs of his.

That sent chills on Blank's spine. How can this cheery man be the creepy janitor he met just earlier? Such a big difference visible, he couldn't believe it. If this is the same man, then maybe something happened in his past that caused him to act this way?

"Whatever it is," Blank starts, sighing. "It surely affected him greatly…" Shaking his head, he smirks to himself, saying, "Sitting around here doing nothing and thinking over the silliest things won't help me in my mission… I have to act fast…" Stretching his arms over his head, he prepares himself for his research.

Meanwhile…

"I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead…" Zidane thinks to himself as he holds on to the wall with the strength he has left. His blonde wig scrambled to uneven places, his body was lying upside down on the floor. Currently, Mrs. Revanshe, the school principal, is pulling his two feet, struggling to get 'Zitany' to let go of the corner of the wall.

Huffing under her breath and with fresh sweat rolling on the sides of her face, she says with a tint of annoyance and desperation in her voice, "Miss Zitany! Please let go of that corner!" After Zidane shakes his head, she drops her shoulders and puts them to her hips and raises one eyebrow, "Miss Zitany, I do hope you know that you are in a situation wherein you badly need to go to the clinic, do you?"

"What am I going to do? Oh, what am I going to do?" Zidane thinks to himself, his heart beating fast against his chest. His breaths uneven, he tightens his grip to the corner of the wall, not letting go. "If I let that nurse lady look at my chest, the whole situation would be revealed! Blank would kill me! And that's the least thing I would want right now!"

Glancing up to the ceiling, he makes a surprised face and points with his other hand, "Look! It's superman!"

Mrs. Revanshe raises one eyebrow and then lowers and shakes her head sadly for the poor girl and her 'failed' attempt to trick her, "Do you think that I would fall for that old trick? There is no superman, and if there is, he wouldn't fly on a ceiling!" Hearing no response from the teenager, she looks up to see a large space before her. Gasping, "She ran away!"

Sighing and shaking her head again, she crosses her arms and mutters to herself, "Such an energetic girl…"

Anyways, let's go to another scene…

Sounds of footsteps areto be heard among the silent corridors and halls inside the first floor of the Sakura Building. An old janitor is to be seen, holding a mop in his right hand. As he walks without a word, his face shows no signs of liveliness. His lips were curved to a straight line and it has been that way all throughout the day as he works silently and obediently. His dark eyes, oh how scary was his eyes, with two black rings around it, you can feel that he's burning you with those black orbs of his.

"It's quiet," he thinks silently to himself, glancing to the doors and windows of the classrooms. "Bah, girls must have gone to their silly shopping again." Frowning, he clutches his grip of the mop and continues walking.

Soon, he comes face to face with his own personal room, with a sign, "Authorized personnel only". He pulls something from his pocket, and then raises a bronze key. As he turns for the doorknob and its own keyhole, he notices something glimmering under his black shoe.

"What's this?" he asks himself as he pulls up his right foot. With widened eyes, he can see a silver and small pin lying on the floor. "A pin?" he asks himself again. Bending down, he picks it up and then puts it close to his eyes, examining it. "Someone sneaked in my room… what a dirty trick to use a pin to open a locked door…"

Standing up once again, he puts the pin to his pocket. "Whoever it is, he or she is going to pay for it… a visit to the school head and principal would be a nice payment." Clenching his fist, he reaches for the doorknob…

Back to Zidane…

Huffing and Puffing, Zidane runs away as far as possible from the principal. Damn, fatty's so frigging annoying! I mean, what's up with having a disfigured chest? Mom has one at home and she's famous for it! Zidane thinks to himself as he continues to run away from the scene he was involved earlier. I have a disfigured chest; fatty has a really big one, isn't that worse than this! Man, she's so annoying than… than… than me!

Zidane finally feels both his legs getting tired and then he decides to rest for a while, stopping in one corner where a white bench is located. Gasping for air, he sits on the bench and then exclaims, "AH! This feels good!" then, clenching his fist in front of him, he adds, "Damn that fatty! Now, I lost sight of Blank! I'm pretty sure he's dancing with all the clues right now!"

Sighing, he stands up and makes some warm-up exercises with his arms and legs, thinking, I better find Blank… he might report to the agency I'm making out with the frigging principal…Then, with a last stretch, he finally fixes his bust found in his chest, saying, "I better fix this before anyone else notices it again… I already made more trouble this day."

Going to a nearby mirror, Zidane tries to see if his long wavy wig is in the right place. Seeing how cute he is being a girl, he thinks, Man, Zidane, even as a girl, your appeal is still rising in high standards. Gods, if I'm a girl for real, I would date myself! Giving himself a thumbs up in front of the mirror, he says loudly and proudly, "Zidane, you're the man!"

Looking around, Zidane smiles as the coast is clear. Seeing things are going his way, he turns again to the mirror and says in a cocky voice, "Zidane, you lucky dawg!" he walks closer to the mirror and then kisses it, as if kissing his own reflection. This went on for at least more than… five minutes.

"OMG… what are you doing?" a masculine voice asks in disbelief behind him, making the agent stop what he was doing and jump in surprise. Turning behind quickly, he sees a young man with long whitish hair and blue-green (?) eyes, staring at him with bewildered eyes and mouth formed in the shape of an "O".

Zidane, thinking that he's caught red-handed, steps back and points at the strange man with his left index finger before him and demands with a nervous voice, "W-who are you? Why are you sneaking behind me?" the man before him raises an eyebrow with a disgusted face.

"Sneaking behind you?" the mysterious man gasps in disbelief, shaking his head with revulsion. With annoyed eyes, he looks at Zidane directly in the eye and continues, "A foolish man like you who kisses his own reflection in the mirror out in public isn't even worth sneaking behind." He flips his long white hair behind him and walks away.

The Lindblum agent, looking at the man who just walked away with angry and annoyed eyes, walks in the center and mimics him, "' A foolish man like you who kisses his own reflection in the mirror out in public isn't even worth sneaking behind!'" And then Zidane flips his hair in the same manner like the man he just mimicked and then he makes a puking sound, "God, give me a break!" Rolling his eyes, he murmurs under his breath, "And who likes to be pushed around by a man who flips his long white hair and wears thongs…"

And then it hit him.

"THONGS!" Zidane exclaims with wide open blue-green eyes, quickly turning to the direction of the mysterious man with his jaw dropping 24 inches. Pinching his cheeks hard enough for him to scream, and rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands, he shakes his head and then exclaims again with complete incredulity, "Did I just saw THAT man wear THONGS?"

He might not even be a man… he might be a… a voice in his head whispers to him.

Putting both his hands on both sides of his cheeks, he makes his lips form in the shape of a long "O", gasping at his own "discovery". Blinking, he blankly says, "A homo… in… a girl's… high school." Rubbing his eyes one more time, he comments, "Christ, this is getting weirder and weirder! A madman in a Girl's School, an energetic fatty as a principal and now a man with thongs!"

Then, he looks at himself, a long blonde wavy wig, a blue satin-like dress up to his knees and an average-size bust. Sweating, he thinks to himself, just because I'm wearing all these kind of girly stuff doesn't mean that I'm a homo myself! I'm a man! A dude! … A monkey-dude… he sighs to himself as he remembers his own tail located behind him. Then, he grins.

"I'm a straight guy!" He exclaims loudly with proud grin, raising his right arm high in the air, oblivious that the principal is right behind him tapping her right foot and is crossing her arms in front of her D Cup breasts.

Sighing, she asks loudly in an annoyed voice, "You're a what, Ms. Zitany, a straight guy?" Fanning herself with her own hand, she comments, "My, my, my… I wonder what that is supposed to mean…"

Zidane jumps 10 feet above the ground (Okay, a little exaggerated but bear with me) as soon as he heard Mrs. Revanshe's voice. Eyes wide open with nervousness and disbelief; he stiffly turns his head around, thinking of a way to escape from the wrath of this woman.

"N-no, Mrs. Revanshe!" Zidane laughs nervously with a perky voice, scratching the back of his wig with his right hand, inching away from the principal. Swallowing hard, he thinks with his left hand on his chin, "What I said was…uhmm… I have straight… breasts!" he grins wide and goofily, both his index fingers pointing to his busts which is now… straight, yes, not disfigured.

"See? They're not disfigured like you thought they were minutes ago, Mrs. Revanshe!" Zidane says in his girly tone, caressing the space between his busts. The principal arches an eyebrow at his statement.

"I see…" she comments softly, then gives a lop-sided grin, "And what about your proposal earlier that you always won the 'Most Disfigured Chest' contest in your school?"

Zidane wants to disappear in front of "fatty" as soon as possible, but it seems that is impossible. The principal's getting difficult now, and he doesn't like it. "Oh, uhmm… that was… errr…" he starts to reason out. "… A hoax! Yes, a hoax, Mrs. Revanshe! As you know, hoaxes … come around… and… uhh… all that kinky stuff!"

The agent grins goofily at Mrs. Revanshe with a pat and then, in an instant, runs away like a roadrunner with smoke coming out in his trail.

Mrs. Revanshe blinks and then sighs, "I better get some beauty sleep… I'll just forget this ever happened!" and then, she walks away, with a "Kick Me" message glued on her back that Zidane putted on earlier for "revenge".

Oh well.

Back to Blank's…

Blank swallows hard as he holds on to the ceiling, his muscles tense and his neck and cheeks bright red, sweating falling. Currently, his arms and legs are spread wide, holding on to the ceiling. Earlier, he was just researching about the newspaper articles and letters, and when he thought he just had a breakthrough, the door started to turn. Luckily for him, Zidane thought him a neat trick to escape these kinds of situations. Years ago, his partner actually gave him a weird "thing" called, "Sticky Boogey". It's a "thing" that sticks to the wall for hours and can carry massive amount of weight.

Blank asked his partner once what this "Sticky Boogey" is made of. Zidane just grinned at him and replied, "From the nose of Boogeyman."

Now, he finally understands what that statement was supposed to mean. He is kind of disgusted but, frankly, this "Sticky Boogey" that is made up of Zidane's Booger, works well. But still, it is DISGUSTING, especially if it came from the nose of Zidane, the Boogeyman himself.

I wonder if this booger of Zidane can still hold on… he asks himself, but then he prays he won't know the answer. Looking down, he sees the Janitor entering the room, and he grumbles, Talk about bad timing. Where is Zidane when you need him?

He hears the janitor grumbling to himself, and he wonders what he was murmuring about. "Silly kids…" he hears him say. "Sneaking around in someone's private territory," he continues, then looks around him, but not bothering to look up where Blank is, "I know you're in here, you son of a gun! Come out; come out, wherever you are…"

Blank swallows hard again and closes his eyes, wishing that this man wouldn't be seen. Then, the door knocks, and the Janitor turns around. Grumbling, he walks to the door and opens it. Blank looks down and his eyes soon suddenly filled with fear and worry. It's Zidane!

"Good morning, pizza delivery!" Zidane chirps loudly with his big goofy smile, his hands on his back. On the corner of his eye, he sees Blank holding on to the ceiling. See? I'm Psychic, he thinks to himself proudly. Then, he turns to the Janitor, "Your pizza has arrived!"

The Janitor stares at him hard and cold, and directly retorts back, "I didn't order any goddamn pizza!" he makes a move to close the door but Zidane stops him by blocking the door with his elbow. "What in the hell are you doing?" the janitor asks him in disbelief. He nudges the door but Zidane is too persistent. "Let go of the fcking door, Sherlock!"

Zidane smiles at him with another silly smile, and ignored his rude remarks and simple says with a cheerful tone, "But you did ordered a pizza, Mr. Janitor-Man! And it has arrived!" Swiftly, he puts out his other hand and blows the powder located on it towards the direction of the old man.

"Argh…" the man groans and then falls to the floor with a soft thud that goes unnoticed. His face turns to a little blue hue, and then passes out. Zidane grins at this and says with a perky voice,

"That's called Sleepy Fart. My fart turned to little bits of itsy bitsy powder. Just made that earlier this morning, and well, you know Science this days… it's getting weirder and more unusual everyday," he grins widely and then snaps his fingers, "And that's free of charge."

To be continued…

Okay, I'm totally guilty now, but hey, what can I do? It's been quite a long time since I updated. Oh well, here's the trivia:

Question: Who is the hardest enemy in the game?
Answer?
Hint: It can instantly kill your team with its devastating attacks. More on Darkness attacks.

Till next time!

Kawaii-leena