Published: 5/28/2016; Saturday; 12:41am; Unedited

5/31/2016: Sorry, I was just getting rid of the repeated paragraph.

Chapter 8

I stared down at Adrien who had tripped on a rock, not laughing, I mean sure I was amused, but that didn't mean I wanted him to know that. So I just straight up asked him, since he was still there, on the ground, frozen, "Are you okay, Adrien?"

"...why must you live in such a secluded area…?" He asked, the irritation clear in his voice as he stood up and dusted himself off. Though, he seemed to have missed the dirt on him face, which made me sigh.

"It's where my grandmother lives," I grabbed his wrist, making him tense up, and I pulled gently, "Follow." He didn't argue so I lead him in my home, grandmother already knows he was coming over, but she was at work. I had him sit down in one of my pillows, having gotten interested in Japanese culture, grandmother was kind enough to invest in some Japanese things. I went to the kitchen, grabbing the small washing bowl, filling it with water, and grabbed a clean towelette, and returning to where I had left him. He was looking around, as if trying to find something.

"You said your grandmother lives here. Where are your parents?" He questioned as I set the bowel down and sit down in front of him. At the question, I pause, remembering the first thing I saw when I arrived in this world.

"My mother is dead," I answered coldly, dipping the towel in the water, squeezing the water out and started wiping the dirt off his face. His face began to redden, but I continued, getting all the dirt off after a few minutes and placed the towelette in the bowel. "I've never heard anything on my father, so I can't supply you with that information."

"I see," he coughed, looking away, but one good look at his ears, and I could tell he was blushing. I rolled my eyes, smiling a bit, what a kid. "How did your mother die?" I blinked, clenching my hands into fists, I looked away from him, out the window.

"Childbirth."

Adrien froze, then turned and stared at her, not expecting something like that from the girl he was trying to kill. She was trusting him with such information—but this? He wasn't expecting this, and in a brilliant moment and word association, he said, "…oh…"

"Yeah," she sighed, "Nice thing to have on your conscious, right?" She turned back around, meeting his eyes and— was she smiling? "That you killed your own mother by just existing."

"That's not true!" The words had left his mouth before he could even comprehend it, what was he saying?! "I'm sure she gave her life so that you could live—live your life to the fullest." Lacie paused, as if mulling over his words.

"Maybe…" she murmured, suddenly, her hand was on his cheek, her eyes closed as she smiled subconsciously. "Thank you, Adrien."

"Uh—well, er, your welcome!" he spluttered, but the sight before him made him remember what his mother told him before she assigned this mission to him.

"Do not get attached, Adrien. Get her to trust you then kill her. We cannot let a potential threat like her grow—being related to that illusionist from Vongola's Varia, nothing good could come from her."

"Yes, mother."

But now that he thought about it, why was she a threat? Sure people were always trying to stop Vongola from attaining any more power than they already have, but this—this was ridiculous. Killing an innocent girl who may not even know of the mafia? Her brother may be involved, but she seemed to have no idea what he was getting himself into.

Her eyes opened, her smile disappearing into the usual slight frown, raising an eyebrow at him, "You okay?"

"I'm fine," he answered quickly, though she was still suspicious, she shrugged and stood. Grabbing the bowel, she headed for the kitchen.

"Grandmere prepared some snacks for us yesterday, and I made some flan, so I'll go bring them over. You can look around, if you want," she informed, before entering the kitchen.

Adrien stood up and walked over to a book shelf that contained many books, and in front of some books sat pictures and other little trinkets. He spotted a picture of what looked like two Lacie's—though she it seemed one had longer hair than the other. He figured the one with long hair was Lacie and the other was Fran, her brother.

They were younger, wearing matching outfits, but if you observed enough, you could find the hair difference. They were both sitting outside on the porch swing of sorts, one he hadn't seen but guessed it was somewhere around here or had been thrown out.

He continued on, looking around, not really thinking about his mission anymore. Right now, he wanted to get to know this girl first, then deem whether or not she is a threat or not. He looked outside, seeing his trusted butler—and best friend—looking at him worriedly, it seemed Lacie had shut the door quickly and had left him locked outside and couldn't get inside without causing suspicion. Adrien sent him a reassuring smile before progressing further.

He climbed the stairs, peeking into a room, which seemed to belong to someone older and guessed that this was her grandmother's room, and looked in the next room. There was a single twin bed, the room had no actual theme, so he went to the final room.

He entered the room, the walls were an off-white color, but the covers were a purple color, and there were few things scattered around the room, but was extremely neat otherwise. The black desk at the corner had a few books lined up, but under a light, there was a journal of sorts, it was black leather, and seemed rather old.

He glanced behind him, hearing clanking in the kitchen still, he tiptoed over and grabbed the journal and opened it, looking at the first page.

Property of Lacie

STAY OUT

He chuckled, typical start for a journal. He turned the page, and scanned the first few lines before his eyes widened at what he read.

January 2, 199X

Hello, my name is Lacie.

Though, that's not what I was always named. I know you won't talk back, since you're a journal, but I just need to let his out.

Do you believe in being reborn with your past life's memories? Because that's exactly what happened to me. One moment, I'm Madeline, the next, I'm coming out of some woman's vagina with my twin brother, kill her, and now I'm Lacie.

He tensed, feeling something cold and sharp on his throat, he gulped.

"What do you think you're doing?"