A/N: Here comes chapter 2 of "Your Love Is A Song"! Hope you enjoy! x3

And if you did, I'd love to see your review/critique, because I know my writing has a lot of flaws, so... ~

Elliot tapped the head of his pen against his noticeboard and tried hard to focus on keeping all the details together.

"So then, did you know anyone here who was friends with that person?", he asked the small kid that stood before him. The brown haired boy, Philippe, chewed on his lower lip while thinking.

For half an hour, Elliot had already gathered a handful of residents of the House of Fianna, asking his questions. He had decided to start this logically by asking things related to the first victim: Helen. But things were just getting even odder. None of the kids seemed to actually know Helen, or have known her. It didn't even seem like Helen was this kind of shy person that simply had no friends, since they didn't even remember seeing her. Neither them nor the nuns had much information on her and, honestly, this was getting Elliot nowhere.
Actually, he hadn't found out anything since the moment he had arrived in the morning.

"I didn't even know her name until today, Mister", Philippe retorted. His eyes said that they waned to distance themselves from the noble as soon as possible. Elliot had always disliked children, but normally they'd still gather around him, invading his privacy. This whole thing was getting real strange

"It's okay", he sighed after a silent pause, "you can go back. Thanks, Philippe."

This time Philippe wore a much happier expression, as he ran away to go play with his friends again.

Elliot was really lost. He had no connection. No one remembered the lost children, even the nuns only seemed to know the fact that they were gone and could barely tell their names by now.

The blonde sighed for the second time, slowly getting up from his kneeling position on the ground. If only his sister was here for once. Nessa was real good at dealing with kids, he bet it would've been easier to cooperate with them with Vanessa's help.
Minus the fact that she'd leech a dessert from him after that as her payment.

The nun that had contacted his father went up to him. Elliot already knew he'd disappoint her. There was nothing, absolutely nothing. No one recognized the kids, the culprit left no traces, not even a motive.

His eyes met her's. They were barely visible underneath her robe and vow. "No luck today either?"

Elliot thought to himself that there was no need to answer that question since it's answer was so blatantly obvious, but he nodded nevertheless.
The nun apologized to him for the trouble, and then again for being helpless. This was not the first time Elliot had been after a difficult task. After all, they were criminalities, of course they weren't easy to solve. But until now...there had always been SOMETHING. A thing he could grasp, something to hold on to, traces of the event actually were there any in this case and he just failed to see them?

It was as Vanessa said; He thought too much about that stuff. Of course, he'd get paid for the job and all, but he shouldn't think too hard.

"Ah, please, would you like to stay for dinner?"

The noble hesitated. Staying would waste precious time and to be honest he really wanted to get home and play the piano to clear his mind. That was just his way of releasing stress.

As if the nun were to read his thoughts, she continued: "Naturally you're also free to take a look around here. Though this is a small place, we have quite the humble library and music rooms. And we're quite proud of the backyard too. In spring, the most beautiful Forget-Me-Not's will bloom...feel free to make yourself at home, Mister Nightray."

"Thank you for your hostility", he said and couldn't quite get over how ironic the comment about the Forget-Me-Not's was, for it was midsummer right now and that type of flower hardly endured the constant sun. Forget-Me-Not's appreciated the shade, he knew.

Still Elliot decided to take a look at the garden and was surprised when he found the blue flowers in their full bloom. Really, he thought, it's a little like this orphanage is stuck in time.
After visiting the library too, which turned out to possess none of the books he'd read- 'What kind of library doesn't even have Holy Knight in it?!-, he discovered one of the music rooms the nun had mentioned.

One could hardly call it a music room. It was merely a small chamber with a large piano forced inside that looked like no one had ever layed a finger on it's keys since it's first arrival. Such a shame, the blonde thought and sat down on the stool in front of the piano.
Upon lifting it's lead he was surprised to see that the keys actually looked used. As though someone had practiced on them until his fingers turned soar.

He began mindlessly playing a few tunes without paying the content of it much attention. The sound resonated in the whole orphanage and Elliot had to say, he loved it. At his estate, he was always forced to play according to his teachers note sheets, never once had he really played without having to think about hitting just the right keys.
It was a light feeling, in a way, though the tune he played seemed depressive and heavy.

"It's been a while since someone used that piano", a voice called out to him from behind.

Elliot abruptly stopped, nearly slamming down hard on the keys, and turned to look at the intruder.
It was a girl, probably around his age, and she had her black hair in unkempt slight waves. There was not much about her, but then again, her eyes... They were purple, so unnaturally purple, and reminded Elliot of someone he suddenly couldn't remember anymore.

"Yeah? So this really has been used... Guessing by your statement it wasn't you?", he asked and his fingers slowly slid from the keys and came to rest at his sides.

"Someone dear to me used to play it all the time. But you might not know him. Anymore" The girl smiled in a nonchalant way, her eyes gleaming michievously. Something about her made Elliot want to keep the safe distance between them, though she looked just like a weak, normal girl. She had this aura that was so overly familiar and yet completely strange.

"Uh- So-..Was he a good player?"

"The best!" The girl's expression did not change while she said that. All the while she had made no attempts to come closer and he suddenly realized how silently she had come into the room. "Once he even composed a piece for me! I'd love to hear you two play together, after all the way you play resembles his so much. It's scary."

It's scary.

Elliot flinched. "I guess he must be good then. Is he your friend or what?"

"He's my brother!" Her smile rose even higher, became even more freaky.

"What's his name then? Maybe I really DO know him. Making myself familiar with people is one of my duties as a noble after all, so perhaps-?" Elliot wondered why he even talked to the girl like that. Normally he wasn't talking really much with people he'd just met.

"What was his name again..." She giggled all of a sudden, her body rocking forth and back in enjoyment. As if she'd pulled a really good joke. When she opened her eyes and stared directly into his, he realized something. It was her eyes, her damn eyes that kept locking his gaze with hers. Just when had he seen her before?

"Well, what's your name then?", he asked, a little annoyed at the stranger and himself too.

The girl stopped laughing. She just looked at him with her piercing stare.

"I'm Lacie."

A/N: I'm probably going to make this chapter longer later. I'm just really tired right now, wheee~

Anyways, hope you enjoyed!