Oh… okay. I'm back. Not too much swelling. Where were we? Yes. Findorr, the cab, London.

Onward:

"I can't believe what I'm looking at." Findorr exclaimed, staring up at the old, rundown victorian manor standing before him. The poor thing was rather neglected and the ivy had gone insane on the front of the house and the poor 'For Sale' was rotting.

"And I can't believe someone was gonna sell this!" Yylfordt cried, suddenly feeling attachment to the old place. "This is mine! Do you hear that?! Mine!"

Findorr grabbed his friend by the shoulders. "Calm down. It obviously didn't sell. Don't know why. But who would want to live in a house that had countless murders on the record?"

"I do!" Yylfordt's hand shot in the air. "I do! It's mine! No one touches it! Do you hear me?!"

"No." Findorr marched through the over grown garden to the front door. "No one can. Except me….now come unlock the door…"

Yylfordt looked at him like he was crazy. "What? Unlock? Do you think I have the keys or something?"

"You own this place…"

"Did. Still do. Don't have the….Oh…. Hehehe…. This is real… no. I wouldn't have had the key buried with me. Um…" Yylfordt closed his eyes. Where would I hide a key? Somewhere….um… "I have it!"

Findorr glanced his way. "You do?"

"Yes! Come around back here. I don't know how I know, I just do and, yeah. Jump the fence. And you're a crab, right?'

Findor nodded hesitantly. "Yes, why?"

"Because…" Yylfordt hiked thorough the neglected English garden to a small over grown corner. "The key… the key is in the pond. At the bottom and you see I put it there because anyone who wanted into the house or let a lone know where the key was, would have to be desperate to get it. Course I am sure I never told anyone where it was, so they wouldn't think of a pond anyway.

Findorr marched over to his friend and stared in to the large, old, mucky algae ridden pond. "I wish it didn't rain so much in England…"

"You getting in?" Yylfordt inquired, pointing to the pond.

Findorr backed away. "No way…this is your own trap, Spring it yourself."

"Fin, my dear…. I don't know how to swim. I'm a land animal."

Findorr glanced at Yylfordt and frowned. "Damn you."

"Exactly. Now, get in the pond."

"You owe me big time…" Findorr bent down and took off his shoes and proceeded to remove all of his clothes down to his skivvies. Just as he was about to dip his toe in the pond, his clothes rack spoke. "Um, Findorr, I don't suggest getting your undies wet."

"What are you expecting me to do?!" The man who now lived up to his name yelled at the evil man full of bullshit. "Go skinny dipping in your old, mucky…okay… You're right. I didn't pack anything. I should take them off."

"Exactly." Yylfordt held out his left pinky for the extra garment. "Now, get in."

"Okay I-AHH! It's fuckin, frickin ass cold!"

Yylfordt smiled down at Findorr who was now up to his neck in the pond. "Hehe. I hope the bobbies don't find you in there au naturel! It would be really funny to run away with your clothes now, but I'm too nice."

'You wouldn't dare!" Findorr yelled, just wanting OUT of the pond to shove Yylfordt IN the pond. "Or I am gonna-"

"Just get the key."

"And where would that be?"

"Somewhere on the bottom."

Findorr sucked in a deep, deep breath. "Yylfordt… you mean I have to go all the way under?"

Yylfordt nodded, not trying to hide his grin in the least.

"Oh… You were right… Someone would have to be desperate. And I… I am starting to think that breaking a window is a better way to-"

"Get the key." Yylfordt demanded. "I won't let you break a window in my house and, you are already in there and if you don't do it, I will shove you under."

"You wouldn't dare…"

"My younger brother is Szayelaporro, a creepy sadist. People say it's genetic. Do you want to push your luck with me?"

Findorr glanced up and sighed. There was nothing else he could do. He was already in the ice cold pond. Yylfordt was holding all of his warm and dry clothes. "…Fine… I will get… the key… Fine…"

"That's what I like to hear." Yylfordt replied, pleased he didn't have to toss the clothes in the pond.

"I really hate you…" Findorr took a deep breath and slid under the water.

"See?" Yylfordt pointed out twenty minutes later. "It wasn't that bad."

"That bad?!" Findorr yelled in his ear. "I'm covered in gunk and mud and other shit!"

"I know. Here. Your shoes and socks. And I am so glad you found the key! And oh, look at this." Yylfordt grabbed the key out of the Crab's hand. "It has my name on it. Hehe. It's mine. And you just helped me get it back."

"And you will pay me back." Findorr ordered, taking a moment to stomp on a unaware foot. "Or I will toss you in the pond and leave you to die."

"Fine. I will pay you back. What do you want?"

"You have to get me my coffee everyday and you are my servant for the next three…oh… wait minute…" Findorr hid a grin as his problem was suddenly solved in his mind. "Yylfordt. Promise me you do anything I say for… a week."

Yylfordt raised an eyebrow. "A week. Anything?"

Findorr nodded.

"Um… On one condition."

"And what is that?" The Crab asked, hoping it was what he thought it was.

"I'm not gonna kiss you or anything…"

Damn am I good at predicting what he's thinking. "Yes, Yylfordt. You won't have to kiss me or anything, promise. Now, agree."

"Okay. I agree to do anything you say for a week." Yylfordt half-heartedly agreed, not know what he just got himself into. "And here we are in my house."

Findorr walked through the open back door and gasped. This old place was so beautiful… dusty, run-down, but it was beautiful. "Wow… We should fix this place up."

"Maybe we should." Yylfordt reached a hand up and brushed some of the cobwebs off the cherrywood doorframe leading into the sitting room. "It would look really pretty."

"We have a week." Findorr pointed out. "We go back in 7 days. So we can try to fix this place up."

"Ahh… I like that idea." Yylfordt smiled and sat down on the dusty floor of the empty sitting room. "So, what do you think? Like my house?"

"Love your house." Findorr almost said it was worth getting in the pond, but kept the thought to himself. "And here…" He glanced at the dinning room across from the sitting room before glancing upwards. "Are the all famed steps of death. Damn… that's a steep set to fall down."

"Yeah…" Yylfordt made his way over to the steps and placed his hand on the base of handrail. "It is. So, I suppose it's this set and not one in the back…"

"We came through the backdoor. There are no other steps in the whole house."

"You're right, Findorr. Let's go up them.

"Ah!" Findorr grabbed his twin by the arm just as he was about to rush up them. "Careful! People have died on this stairway!"

The two shared a look and burst out laughing.

After slowly making their way up the steps, they found themselves in a long hallway with doors at either end and several on either side.

Yylfordt paused. "Findorr. Where do we start?"

He shrugged. "Any door. Why don't we just go to the left and make our way to the right?"

"Sounds good."

With that, the two set off down left side of the hallway where they found an old study at the end. The windows were covered in grime and the desk was beginning to rot, but Yylfordt smiled. "Ah… my old workspace."

Findorr paused. "This? This little room was your office? What the hell did you do that could fit in this…tiny room?"

"I don't…" Yylfordt walked over and moved the chair out of the way so he could reach the yellowing papers. "These…" He picked up another and began to tap his foot. "Have… chemical formulas on it… "

"Are you sure this is your room?" Findorr automatically questioned.

"Yeah…" Yylfordt turned the papers sideways and nodded. "It was… these have my name on them."

"But… Szayel's the scientist."

"Maybe he wasn't…" Yylfordt set down the papers in his hands and began to dig through the others. "These all have my name on them and this looks just like my own handwriting."

"Weird… On to the next rooms."

Next they found a bathroom, another bedroom which Yylfordt figured was a guest room for what ever kind of guest would want to come spend a weekend with Szayel or himself.

"I know a few." Findorr offered, a smile creeping onto his face. "Fangirls who-"

Yylfordt slapped his twin across the face. "Very funny. Not. Next room."

"Hahaha…You're so touchy today!" Findorr continued to laugh he shut the bedroom door and made his way down the hallway to the next one which was on the right. "And here we are… a children's room. With peeling flower wall pap-" He raced over to the far cover by the window ledge as something caught his eye. He got down on his knees by the window and pulled up a lose floorboard much to Yylfordt's surprise.

"What is it?" He asked, racing over to Findorr who was peering down into the space below the floor.

His twin looked up at him with a look of amazement on his face. "I don't…believe it."

"Believe what?"

Findorr reached into the floor and pulled a sightly rotting, yellow paged leather journal. "Haha. And who does this belong to." He stood and after putting the floor back into place, opened up the treasure. "Oh, Yylfordt…"

"'Oh Yylfordt' what?"

"This is definitely not yours."

"And then, who does it belong too?!"

"This is good.." Findorr snickered, so pleased what his keen observation of the room led him to.

"What's good?! Who is-"

"This makes almost no sense come a few pages, but…"

"WHO?!" Yylfordt screamed, making Findorr nearly hit the ceiling.

Once the shock was over, Findorr fixed his frazzled hair and smiled. "It's Szayel's. Let's read because Barragan knows that it's so much damn fun to read your brother's private thoughts."

"Um…" Yylfordt hated to say this, "I think… I think if he did that, he'd kill me."

"Oh, too late. He already wants to, so let's sit on the steps and read already!" With this, Findorr dashed out of the Children's room with Yylfordt right behind him. They were gonna read. They were gonna read the journal that was so secret, it was hidden under a floorboard.

Author's note: I think Ceion read too many Grimm Fairy Tales or I have. I don't know. But putting a key in the pond just seems like something he'd do. XD