D-G: a short chapter, i'm sorry. I've been swamped up with shit... check out my DA journal(s) for info.

'It's been a year,' Enrique wrote in his diary, 'since Oliver died… I'm still learning to cope with things that bring up bad memories, but Robert said to always look at the times when Oliver has been happiest – and I've done that… well, tried, at least.

'I haven't seen Robert and Johnny for at least half this time - so that's half a year. We decided to go apart for some time. I think Robert said something about bearing with grief in our own ways or something… I think it helped to be alone.

'But now, we're getting back together again, to honour Oliver's memory on his death-day. Part of me doesn't want to go to the memorial service that's also being held, but the other half knows that if I don't go, I'll be dishonouring him in a way.'

"Sir, we are here," Piddlesworth broke the Italian out of his thoughts. Enrique looked up from his journal quickly. His butler was standing with the limousine door open, waiting for him to exit the large vehicle.

Enrique nodded and slid the book and pen into his bag, stepping out. He looked up at Robert's castle and sighed.

A purple haired, graceful-looking women frowned at her son sympathetically. "Robert, honey, you haven't touched any of your food. Are you ill?"

Robert shook his head and stood. "Please excuse me."

Robert's mother watched him leave with sad eyes.

"Don't worry about it, Helga." A proud man, obviously Robert's father, told her. "It is that young Polanski's death-day tomorrow… he's just mourning his friend. Let him be."

Helga nodded. "I hope it passes soon. He's been like this for a week or so."

"Herr Hans, Master Robert's friend - Master Giancarlo - has arrived." The butler informed the father. "Should I show him to his room?"

"Yes," Hans replied, "I think it would be best. Robert is… a little emotional at the moment."

The butler nodded and disappeared from the room. Helga sighed sadly.

'Gustav told me that Robert had gone missing. Well, not missing as in, "OMG MISSING!" but as in, he just needs some time alone. He said something about Robert being a little emotional. And Johnny hasn't turned up yet'

Enrique looked down at the page before scribbling a final sentence:

'I think I'm going to go look for Robert.'

Enrique laid his pen down on the page and stood, walking out the room straight after. Closing the door, he looked down the hallway both ways.

"Where would Robert go…?"

He decided to just wander. Even if he had known Robert for over three years, he still didn't know his castle…

Robert words from when they first met the Bladebreakers surfaced-

"Very Interesting, I must remember to reset the guillotine for next time. It usually works. You were lucky."

Tyson had been very freaked out by his words… it was a classic Kodak moment… he prayed he didn't fall into some trap like Tyson had…

"Robert?"

Out on one of the balconies was the German noble. He was propped against the wall on the stone railing, shirt half open and hair messed.

Ruby eyes blinked at him. "Enrique… I wasn't expecting your presence so soon."

Enrique gave a lop sided reassuring smile. "Sorry…"

"No point," Robert replied with a chuckle, looking back out into the midday sky. "For once in your life, you are fashionably early."

"Ye- hold on."

Enrique pulled the vibrating phone out of his pocket and flipped it open. On the screen, 'Bastard' flashed.

"Oh, it's Johnny." Enrique laughed. "He-looooo?"

"Enrique, stop fucking around and be serious."

"Johnny, you alright?" Enrique asked. Robert blinked at him. "You seem freaked out…"

"Of course I'm freaked out, you annoying and moronic playboy!" Johnny snapped back.

"What-? Hey!"

Robert snatched the phone of the Italian. "Johnny, what is going on?"

"…"

"Johnny?"

"I've seen Oliver."

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