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Chapter 4
The cerulean lad clad in a smoke-colored cloak sat begrudgingly at the back table of the bar. He wore a pale gray mask, shielding half of his face from the curious patrons in the shady pub. Even though the shade of his hair was rare at these parts, not much people paid any attention to him. Most were either too drunk or busy groping the waitresses' or prostitutes' asses to notice that one of the most targeted people in the country was in their midst.
With a gloved hand, he signaled one of the many busty waitresses to bring another ale. When his order arrived, the maroon-haired waitress smiled seductively, purposely taking quite a lengthy amount of time to set the mug on his table. She had unbuttoned a few buttons on her silky white blouse to reveal her cleavage. Many of the horny male patrons were already undressing her with their eyes and glaring at the receiver of her services. The young man didn't even spared her a glance and merely took the mug, taking a sip of the sweet ale.
She then boldly slid into the chair by his side and laid a hand on his chest, tracing slow circles around it. Purring charmingly, she cooed, "Would you like anything more, young master? I would gladly provide you some of my exquisite services."
The young man was unfazed at her actions and continued to drink his order. Slightly annoyed, the waitress rubbed her boobs against his arm, hoping to lure the attractive lad into her palms. However, before she could open her glossy lips, she felt a cold sharp blade against the valley between her bosom.
"Would you mind detaching yourself off me, woman?"
The voice was husky and smooth but cold and harsh. Shaken, the waitress removed herself and hastily ran along. Sheathing the blade back into its scabbard, Len's gold eyes scanned the whole room for someone. He demurred in agitation. Tardiness was something he could not accept, no matter who the other party was.
His gold eyes swept the room once more, his anger was slowly building up. Just then, the bar's door opened and revealed a sight to behold by many.
The young lady was clad in a forest green crushed velvet gown with fabulous sleeves that almost reached the floor. Crimson red braiding trimmed the edges along with the neckline and the green satin hood. Gold leaves design adorned her satin hip belt. The dress highlighted the flame-haired woman's features, hugging her curves nicely. Every eyes were set on her. Many of the men were practically drooling. The prostitutes and women in the place were glaring daggers at her, admiration mixed with envy seeped through their veins.
The lady swept her smoldering amber eyes around the pub. Trying to locate a certain someone. Just as her eyes traveled to the masked stranger at the back table of the bar, a loud voice called her attention.
"Hino-chan! Long time no see!" An excited masculine voiced called out to Kahoko from behind the bar. Shifting her gaze away, Kahoko flashed a warm smile at the older man with lime green hair and twinkling butterscotch eyes. Making her way through the throng of patrons, she entered the bar and greeted her senior.
"It's so glad to see you again too, Hihara-san. How was your trip?"
"It was great, traveling to the Land of Sihir was super fun. You should have come too, Kaho-chan when I invited you. You missed out all the fun. We bought loads of souvenirs and the locals there were nice thought a tad bit too superstitious for me," Kazuki Hihara exclaimed while signaling for another bartender to handle the bar. He ushered Kahoko through a door which lead to a winding staircase spiraling up. The stairway was lit with candles on their stands along the walls. Both of them chatted amiably while making their way up to meet with their good friend.
Back at the pub downstairs...
Len arched an eyebrow at the sight of the young lady throwing herself at Kazuki. What bewildered him even more was that Kazuki casually led the woman through THAT door. The only door in the whole pub that he won't allow him to go through, claiming that it was his private quarters and stuff.
'She must be a courtesan then. But, why would Hihara do that? He's not that kind of guy,' Len pondered. Heaving a sigh, he ruffled his cerulean hair and whispered:
"Why do I care anyway?"
"What do you care what?"
Len was surprised at the sudden answer. He turned to his left and glared at the tardy man who he had been waiting for. Said man had a few buttons unloose, his brown leather coat was stained with some weird black stuff. Not that Len was interested to know what. His company that evening was none other than one of the infamous doctor of the country.
Dr. Aoi Kaji.
The golden haired man grinned mischievously and winked at the busty waitress who flirted with Len. Said waitress immediately slipped two mugs of ale to the handsome men and pecked Aoi on the cheek.
"Talk to you later, Tanya," Aoi smirked and gave her rump a squeeze. She giggled and went her way. Len was completely disgusted at the exchange and sipped his drink. After hearing the doctor's satisfied sigh, he immediately threw a parchment at Aoi's direction. Without a word, he unrolled it and skimmed through the contents.
A few moments of silence enveloped them before Aoi said, "So, what do you want me to do?"
"You are the doctor. You should know what to do," Len grimaced. He took another swig at his beer.
"Look here, Tsuki-chan," Len glowered at the nickname, "You and I both know that I don't do miracles here. It's not impossible but I can't secure it at the time you want. I have to wait for the merchant all the way from Gellert which I can assure you, will be longer than two weeks."
"Then, how can I secure it now? You know I need it more than anything. You're my doctor,"
"I'm your doctor, yes. But not your official one. Tsuki-chan, this should stop. I know the whole thing is taking a toll on you but taking this potion isn't going to solve anything. Just straight on tell your old man to let you take a vacation," Dr. Aoi explained. He glanced at the serious looking young Tsukimori who was deep in thought. His lips were set in a frown and Aoi was sure that his handsome face was scrunched up in concentration. Not that he can see it with that mask hiding the prince's face.
Aoi sighed inwardly. He knew Len's true identity even before they started meeting up like this. He has heard of a certain man named Tsuki roaming the street and giving stuff to the needy and poor. Aoi thought that was quite an amazing feat this man was pulling. But, now that he knows why Len was doing those acts, he pitied him. The truth was too much for Aoi to bear when Len suddenly showed up at his clinic one night to buy one of his rare medicine. That's when the two's weird relationship started to form, slowly blossoming to a deep trust between them.
Len broke Aoi's train of thoughts as he suddenly spoke up, "I think I know who to ask."
"And who might that be?"
"Someone of acquaintance to Duke Yunoki...," Len trailed off before whispering, "If I'm not wrong, the person's called the Deadly Melody,"
The doctor widened his eyes in both surprise and shock. There was no way he was letting Len get involved with that person. There will surely be blood soaking the ground if the prince ever goes near her territory.
Grabbing Len's shoulder tightly, Aoi warned quietly, "Len, you mustn't! It will not be safe for you."
Len just shrugged his hands off and answered, "Why? If Yunoki can do it, I can-"
CRASH!
The floor reverberated. The crash came from above them. Sensing the impending danger ahead, the doctor grabbed Len and pulled him away from their table just as the ceiling came crashing down. A large burly man laid in the rumble, someone was standing atop of him. Everyone was scared out of their wits. Screams erupted and many had ran out of the pub. Len and Aoi were one of the few others who stayed behind to watch the scene unfold. After the dust cleared, it revealed something none of them expected.
The beautiful woman who wore the forest green gown was the person standing atop of the big guy.
She kicked the bearded man's head which lolled limply to the side. Wiping her brown boots with the dead man's shirt, she gracefully stepped off the his body and casually made her way to the door. Everyone was too shocked to stop her or even scream and call for help.
"Kaho-chan! You forgot something!" Kazuki's loud voice broke their stunted silence. He popped his head from the hole at the ceiling and threw a satchel at Kahoko. She caught it swiftly and flashed a bright smile before walking out, waving goodbye.
Aoi's tight voice broke Len out of his stupor. The doctor's face was paled when he turned to face the prince and said:
"That's why."
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