AN/ Thank you Louricam for your review! It made me write quicker!

Chapter One: The Queen and her Rook

((Name)) sat down on the pillow and smiled sweetly at the man sitting across from her.

"Quelque chose ne va pas, Damian..? [Something's wrong, Damian..?]" she asked, not even for a moment losing her happy mood, as her "brother" sighed.

"Ça va. [I'm fine.]" he responded, lying his elbow on the table and his head on his hand.

"Tres bien." She grinned, lying her arms on the table as well. "Tu as trouvé quelque chose d'intéressant..? [Did you find something interesting..?]" she asked in slightly mocking tone and Damian frowned.

"Non." His voice held coldness to it. "Et toi?"

"Ça dépend. [Depends.]" ((Name)) responded and then locked her arms on her neck. "Tu as beaucoup à apprendre... [You have a lot to learn...]" she sighed in the ceiling and waved her hand knowing that the man sent her questioning glance. "Pas ici. [not here.]" she mouthed with a wink.

Even though no one noticed it, the ((h/c)) was observing the whole room, so when the doors opened, she immediately spotted the man, who was earlier following them.

When their eyes met, he smirked and walked to the counter.

The nooks of ((e/c)) eyes sharpened slightly, as ((Name)) got back to the role, she decided to play in Japan - hyper talkative French.

Damian wasn't her brother, but a cousin. They looked alike only because she had a friend, back in her home country, that was a plastic surgeon and who changed Damian's and her image.

Why would she go through it, though..?

It was simple: running away.

Their order came and for a moment ((h/c))'s babbling silenced as she started to eat.

She "absentmindedly" glanced around the room, stopping her eyes on her cousin for a moment. He never was a good actor. The way, he was behaving all this time, they had been walking through the streets of Ikebukuro, made her want to hurl.

It also made her once again think how was it even possible that mafia was looking for this scarred rabbit.

Damian haven't told her the actual reason, but ((Name)) loved him like a true brother so she helped him without questions, sure that she'll get this knowledge later.

"Quand allons-nous parler avec elle...? [when are we going to talk with her..?]" Damian asked after some time passed.

She tapped the sticks on her chin.

"Elle travaille maintenant. [she's working now.]" she muttered and nodded. "Nous aurons donc à attendre dans son appartement. [so we'll have to wait in her apartment.]"

Damian's brow rose.

"Sait-elle a quoi tu ressemble maintenant...? [Does she know, how you look now..?]" he asked and ((Name)) chuckled.

"Non, et c'est ma surprise pour elle. [No. And this is my surprise for her.]"

Her cousin sighed. And messaged the bridge of his nose. "Rappelez-moi s'il vous plaît, pourquoi je t'ai écouté... [remind me please, why did I listen to you...]" he muttered.

"Eh bien... Tu as demandé mon aide et tu n'est pas le seul rechercher ici... [Well... You asked for my help and you're not the only one wanted here...]" her smile faltered for a moment, as she thought, that helping him was the reason, she had some not really nice guys on her tail (at least she thought it was the actual reason). And to think, that earlier they couldn't live without her genius...

((Name))'s phone rang and she lifted it to her ear.

"Who the hell are you, and what do you want!?" She heard famine voice and her lips curved in warm smile.

"C'est agréable de t'entendre aussi, An. [It's nice to hear you too, An.]" the ((h/c)) said and heard the woman take a deep breath. "Je suis désolé de ne pas d'avoir parlé depuis aussi longtemps... [I'm sorry that I haven't talked to you for this long...]"

There was a moment of silence as her friend processed what was happening.

"((name))..? How did you find me?" She said, still using Japanese, since she knew well, ((Name)) was a polyglot.

The ((h/c)) chuckled lightly.

"Je pense que, ce n'est une chose que nous devrions parler au telephone.[I think, it's not a thing, we should talk about on the phone.]" was her response.

She could almost see the frown forming on Anna's face.

"Then what did you want to talk about?" She asked.

"J'ai besoin de savoir, quand tu vas être à la maison. [I need to know, when are you going to be at home.]" ((Name)) said and ate the last piece of sushi that was on her plate.

"I'm now." Anna responded. "Do you want to come by and visit me..?"

"Oui."

"Do I need to tell you where I live, or maybe you know it already..?" Anna's voice held sarcasm to it and ((Name)) almost smirked, hearing her friend's response.

"Bien sûr, je sais déjà. [Of course, I know it already.]" she said, making circles in air with the sticks. "Rendez-vous dans une demi-heure. [See you in half an hour.]" she ended the call and placed her phone on the table.

"Je devine que c'était ton amie de lycée...? [I'm guessing, it was that friend from your High School..?]" Damian said, lying his sticks on the plate.

"Elle est déjà à la maison, donc nous n'avons pas besoin de l'attendre. [She's home already, so we don't have to wait for her.]"

He nodded at his cousin's response and got up. "Eh bien... On y va..? [Well then... Shall we..?]"

((Name)) took the hand, he offered and got up, showing her phone in the pocket.

They walked to the counter and the woman paid praising the chef in Russian.

Then the "siblings" started towards the door.

As they were passing by the man who earlier followed them, ((Name)) hugged harder Damian's arm.

"Le troisième. [On third.]" she said cheerfully and her cousin's eyes darted to the right. "Évite-le, s'il te plaîs. [Avoid him, please.]" her smile looked like a true one, but deep inside, she felt a sudden wave of uneasiness.

Damian opened the door for her and she waited for him to join her, seconds later.

"Pourquoi? [Why?]" he asked her, once again offering her his arm.

"J'ai ce sentiment que si tu ne le fait pas, on sera foutus... [I have this feeling, that if you won't, we're screwed.]"

The doors closed with light snap and ((Name)) turned her head to her cousin, once again starting her perfect French talk.

But even if she knew well, there was no way, someone would recognise her and her cousin's true identities, those knowing sepia eyes haunted her thoughts through the whole walk, to her friend's apartment building.

Somehow the feeling deep in her guts was too familiar to not worry...

AN/ In the next chapter, you'll see who Anna actually is and maybe a lttle about what is going on with you and Damian ;P (I'm not promising anything!)

Bye~

Edit/ Louricam helped me with French translations, so I'm reposting this chapter.

Thank you my dear~

Edit2/ I want to thank also .Ichigo for the help with some more French ^^"