The requested Stalker!Kyntak fiction. For Cassey11.
Six was back at the coffee shop. Ace and Two were having a field day profiling the stalker. The girl smiled when he came in.
I hope she isn't the stalker. He observed her interactions and dismissed her. Not her. Which was good. If it was the coffee shop girl the Hearts would start boycotting the place. Then, someone would start catching on.
As he thought those thoughts, the que vanished and he was at the counter.
"You're back."
He nodded trying to look like the exasperated office worker. "My office mates wanted coffee."
She nodded and asked, "Are they regulars?"
"I guess."
"Names." She held up a notepad of orders and names. Six glanced at it and recalled the files of the other agents.
"Taerin and Crenic." He answered.
She smiled. "Taerin: a medium triple shot cappuccino with extra whipped cream and cinnamon on ice. Crenic: a large Colombian with two sugars and no cream." Six nodded. She started marking plastic cups.
"And Six?" He looked at the letter she waved in front of his face. "Someone delivered this for you. 'To be left until called for.'" He took it and told her his order.
"Did you see the person who dropped it off?"
She shook her head. "Nope."
Waiting, he saw the blonde in the corner look up at him. It was the same fellow form before. He was reading a thick book. Six didn't catch the title. He was too busy looking away.
Two spun in his swiveling computer chair. "Coffee! Thank goodness. I thought One was going to go zombie on me."
One slapped him weakly. "In nuut dehd yut."
Six handed her a coffee. Five days of stalker search. King had startled him by calling One and Two to be a security detail/stalker hunt for him. King knew what the blue rose meant.
But there were no developments. There was the matter of the candy. They tracked it to a candy shop. But, the shop didn't keep specific records. They did tell him the man who placed the order had paid in cash and called himself an "Upstanding Gentleman". The flowers were also called for by the same gentleman.
The two shops had conflicting descriptions. One said he was blonde. One said he was a red head. One pointed said he was in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. One said he was dressed in official ChaoArmy uniform. Both agreed on blue eyes and a strong, if lean, build. The man was covering his tracks. Assuming it was the same person.
The most confusing part was the boy who worked the candy shop said that Six looked like the "spittin' image o' the bloke". The girl at the flower shop just blushed and said she didn't remember because she was texting her boyfriend.
One was ecstatic to hear the "secret admirer" was male. She started raving about how hot guy-on-guy was, how hot twin-on-twin was, and how doubly hot it was when it was both. Six ignored her. Two was flustered at the idea and alternated between looking embarrassed and scared. Six just face-palmed and told them he wasn't interested in a relationship.
"Any new results?" One waved her hand in the air.
Two sipped his drink. "Translation: no."
Six held up the letter. "Who wants to bet this is from the stalker?" One sat up. Two stopped spinning.
"What?" They asked in unison.
Six opened the envelope. It was a card. He read off the cover.
"I think stalker is a harsh word."
He opened it.
"I prefer Valentine." They looked at each other confused.
"Valentine?" One asked Six.
Six shook his head. Two snorted. "I thought you were the one did all the reading." Yes, he did a lot of reading not romance reading. And he reminded Two of that.
One, the coffee finally hit her system, said, "The paper looks old." They checked the publishing date on the back. It was older than any of them.
"Uh… Queen or King?" Two asked.
"King." Six affirmed. Queen wasn't old enough to remember pre-takeover times, let alone this. She wasn't even literate when the card was printed.
"King it is." One muttered downing another mouthful of coffee.
"Valentine?" King looked up from his paperwork, reading glasses perched on his nose. Six felt the presence of the others. The office was big, but not that big. Two shuffled, his shoes made the most annoying noise against the carpet. One was, thankfully, standing still. But, her face was in a mask of smiles.
"Yes, sir." King motioned for them to sit.
"Valentine was a roman saint. He fell in love with his warden's daughter and wrote a note before his death. He signed it as 'Your Valentine'. Since then, Valentine's day was a holiday for love. After the takeover, no one celebrated anymore. Then again no one really celebrated it before that either." He looked at them over the rims. "Why do you ask?"
"Six got a card." One gave King the card for examination.
"I remember this card." He laughed. "You should have seen the media frenzy. But you are right it is old." He glanced up at Six. "When did you get this?"
"Today." King shook his head chuckling. Six let his face enter a deeper frown. Was this some inside joke?
"This stalker of yours has great timing." King passed the card back. "And he's resourceful."
Great timing and resourceful. Six felt it click. That was just disturbing.
"Why is that?" He heard himself ask.
"Today is Valentine's day."
I don't know why. Wall is up.
Of course his stalker can't forget Valentine's day!