D-G: And back again... so soon... I couldn't be arsed to wait so here is the next update smiles

I received a very nice and thoughtful review from someone called 'Adam'. At the start he stated that, yeah it is unfair of me to demand reviews, like last chapter but here're the reasons:
1) I was very stressed when i wrote that chapter. So stressed than only two or three people know about it.
2) I do value all reviews! It just prompts lurkers and people who read, but don't review to, well, review. I'm sorry if i upset people.

OWTF

"Johnny! Johnny! Tell us how you feel!"

"Are you still mourning?"

"Are you going to replace Oliver?"

"Were Enrique and Oliver an item? How does Enrique feel about this?"

"What about your captain?"

"Leave me the fuck alone!" Johnny roared. "And get out of my fucking way!"

The crowd of reporters and paparazzi parted like the Red Sea and Johnny stalked through, glaring at everyone in sight. His butler and a few other servants followed, carrying baggage.

A dark aura seemed to surround the youth, radiating his irritable mood to warn others. The automatic sliding doors opened allowing him entry into the air conditioned hotel.

"Please, sir, you are scaring off everyone." His butler reasoned.

"Isn't that the point? Nosey commoners."

"Johnny, get to the point!" Robert yelled over the phone.

"Yeah, okay, okay!"

Johnny stepped out onto the warm balcony on his hotel room. He was supposed to be waiting for his father to return to discuss family business before going to Robert's castle. He leant on the railing, purple eyes gazing upon the Londoners below, none really standing out to him and blurring into one mass.

Apart from one. He looked highly familiar to Johnny…

"Can't be…" He shook his head. "Mind playing tricks… he's gone… stop it, Johnny…!"

But he couldn't get it out of his head. The being, a male of late teens, was leaning against the brick wall beside a bank. His casual jeans and black top didn't make him noticed to Johnny… it was his hair…

Johnny turned on the spot and rushed out of his room, ignoring his butler's protests. He was out of the hotel in under a minute, just to see the male cross the road to his side. He slowly walked towards him, though acting as though he didn't know him.

By 'accident' his knocked shoulders with him.

"Hey watch it!" He snapped.

The being turned round. "Sorry, it was an accident."

It was a French accent, though slightly dampened…

And violet eyes widened when he saw Johnny…

"Yeah, well you should have looked where you were going." Johnny retorted.

"It takes two to tango…" The male replied.

Like Oliver used to say…

"Come on, son." The man beside him murmured, putting an arm around the male and pulling him away.

As soon as they were gone, Johnny pulled out his phone and walked back into the hotel.

"And that's what happened."

Robert was silent for a moment. "Pure coincidence, Johnny." He sighed. "And also your mind matching irrelevant things in your grief. Do not bring it upon others."

"What's he saying?" Enrique asked Robert in a whisper.

The German held a finger to his lips before carrying on. "Johnny-"

"Don't you fucking tell me that it's not true." Johnny snapped. "I'm telling you, I saw him. I spoke to him. He had the accent! The eyes! The hair – though it was much longer… about shoulder length now – but that's not the point! He said the same things that Oliver said… I…" There was a pause. "You don't believe me do you?"

"Not exactly…" Robert said slowly.

"Well, come to London and I'll prove it."

"Johnny, he could be anywhere by the time we get there. Whoever this boy is." The Griffon reasoned.

"Then I'll follow him."

"I don't think he'll take kindly to a stalker."

"He's doesn't have a freakin' choice in the matter." Johnny retorted. "And I won't be seen. Just get to The Castle Hotel and ring me when you get there."

The phone in Robert's hand emitted a long beep. "He's hung up."

"Bastard…" Enrique muttered. "Now what the hell did he say? What's going on?"

"Enrique… Johnny seems to think that he's seen Oliver." The German said slowly.

Enrique laughed, but it was slightly forced. "O-Oliver? But he's dead…"

Robert sighed and handed the phone back.

"He is insisting we depart for London right away…" Robert told him. "Until then, he better come up with some hard evidence or for once in my life, I will crash someone's cranium in."

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