Chapter 5

"They escaped?" The tall blond murmured gently.

Toris shuddered, keeping his eyes staring down at the wooden floor beneath him. His boss always scared the hell outta him. His seemingly gentle and cheerful demeanor was merely a mask that covered his true nature. As the head of the biggest mafia family in Lussallia, Ivan Braginski had the cruelty of a child mixed with a fondness for anything particularly dead. Nobody in their right mind would dare to challenge or oppose him.

"Y- Yes, Ivan-sama… Väinämöinen said so," Toris stuttered, chills running down his spine.

Ivan smiled gently, his violet eyes flashed dangerously like a pair of daggers. "Well, it's the second time you failed, da?" He whispered.

"I told you he's no good, Nii-sama," a girl with long silky pale blonde hair murmured coldly. "You should've let me do it myself."

"No, Natalia. You are a very vital part of our joint work. Therefore, it is very important to keep you safely out of danger," Ivan murmured.

Natalia smiled at his statement, and her cheeks blushed visibly.

"But you, Toris," Ivan smiled sweetly. "I'm afraid that you've disappointed me again, and you know that I do not forgive easily."

"Should I dispose him, Nii-sama?" Natalia asked, her fingers pulled a dagger from her gown. Toris's body stiffened immediately, fear clawing at his mind. His instinct told him to run away, but he knew that any effort to escape was futile. Hence, he kept on standing still, waiting for the execution to commence.

"No, Natalia. Toris is an incredibly precious asset for us," Ivan smiled sweetly. "Therefore, he shall not be killed."

Toris almost couldn't believe his luck, but then Ivan continued his sentence, "However, you should know that if you disappoint me once more, I would not hesitate to... Dispose you."

Toris shuddered at the barely concealed threat, and he bowed and excused himself immediately. The last thing he saw was Ivan's serene smile and Natalia gazing adoringly at him.


"Alfred? Alfred!"

Someone was calling me, I could hear them. My eyelids fluttered reluctantly, opening my eyes and revealed Ludwig, who was standing in front of me. I shook my head and yawned hugely. I could hear my stomach rumbled like thunder in the distance.

"Wake up, Alfred. You need to stay alert!" Ludwig said impatiently. "Now, don't fall asleep again!"

I struggled to stay awake; sleepiness blanketed my senses like an annoying fog. I glanced at my watch; it was two am in the morning. After Ludwig called me six hours ago, he picked me straight up and sent an army of police to raid the entire district. All the while, I was locked up and interrogated by Ludwig in his office.

"Can't I go home now? I'm tired," I pouted as I ran my hand through my hair.

"No. You will wait here," Ludwig said calmly, ignoring my incredulous look.

I was about to retort when suddenly the phone on Ludwig's desk rang loud and clear. Ludwig snatched the receiver and said, "Captain Ludwig speaking."

As Ludwig continued to chat intensely on the phone, I continued to force my eyes to stay open. I was starting to get impatient; I hadn't eaten anything in the past twelve hours and when I was supposed to have a dinner suddenly I met some crazy thief who smashed my glasses the day before. Now, I'm stuck here and Ludwig just won't let me go.

"You didn't find them?"

My head jerked up in surprise. Ludwig's expression turned incredulous as the caller continued to speak. After a few more minutes of talking and furious snapping, finally Ludwig set down the phone, sighing painfully. He turned to me, his expression weary. "You can go home for now. Just prepare yourself for tomorrow," he stated wearily.

"Huh? What about the investigation? Did they find them?" I asked furiously, unable to accept the fact that I was confined here in this cramped office for six hours for nothing at all.

"You heard me before. Those damn thieves just melted out of sight," Ludwig sighed again. "But there'll be more investigation tomorrow. You can just go for now."

"Oh. So can you please explain to me what is the point of getting me confined here for six hours with nothing to eat?" I snapped furiously, my head started to get dizzy because of the lack of sugar intake. "I hadn't eaten anything for twelve hours straight; six of them caused by this stupid and pointless investigation! Can you please tell me what the point is?"

"The point is, Alfred, is to stop being so childish and try to understand that you must cooperate for the greater good! Now stop whining and get out from my office!" Ludwig snapped coldly, his icy blue eyes pierced me like daggers.

I grunted angrily as I stood up and pulled my bomber jacket roughly from the hard wooden chair. Then, I kicked open the door of Ludwig's office and stormed outside. I was a little embarrassed with myself, shouting like that. It was childish, I admit. But what can I do? I was frustrated, angry, and excruciatingly hungry.

As I arrived outside the police station, I stared up at the dark night sky and wondered where the hell that thief is. I stared a few blocks away; at the shopping district I was at six hours ago. It was bright with the lights from a lot of police cars.

I decided to go there to grab some hamburgers – and information.


Katyusha's car halted in front of the old decrepit apartment. The black Porsche looked more extraordinarily out of place than ever here. Katyusha's head turned to me nervously. "Is this the place?" she asked me uncertainly.

"Yes, this is it. Thank you for bringing us here," I answered calmly as I looked at the apartment building. "Come on, let's get out. We'll be safe here."

Me and Peter got out of the car, and then Katyusha parked the car in the empty parking lot. I glanced at my watch; it was ten pm. Then, I rummaged the pocket of my jacket and pulled out the key to the apartment. Meanwhile, Katyusha trotted over to where Peter and I stood, holding an expensive looking travel bag. Then, the three of us entered the building together. After we climbed to the second floor, we walked to the room at the end of the corridor. I unlocked the door, and then we went into the dark apartment.

While I flipped on the lights, Peter and Katyusha sat on the couch in the living room. "Wow, you never told me you had this apartment, Arthur!" Peter said excitedly as he slouched lazily on the couch.

"That's because there's no need for you to know, dolt," I scoffed at his words. "What I do is my own business, not yours."

Peter pouted at my harsh words, and retorted, "Well, too bad that this business of yours is causing me trouble as well."

"Yeah, whatever. Katyusha-san, you can sleep in that room over there. Is it okay if Peter sleep in that room as well?" I turned to Katyusha. "If you feel uncomfortable, he can always sleep on the couch."

While Peter voiced his protest, Katyusha said timidly, "No, it's absolutely okay, Kirkland-san. He can sleep there as well."

"Where will you sleep?" Peter pouted.

"On the couch, you bloody moron," I retorted. "Where else should I sleep? I always sleep there anyway. Now come on, I bet you two are pretty tired. Just go to bed already."

After the argument, the two went to check their bedroom while I trotted to the kitchen to find some beer. After the horrendous escape, my headache started to reappear again. An alcoholic beverage might not be the perfect treatment for it, but it can numb the pain for a certain amount of time. Of course, there's a possibility of a major hangover once the effect wear out as well.

In the kitchen, I pulled out a very frosty can of beer. While I opened it and poured the golden colored content into an empty glass, I pondered over the past events. How the hell did the police capture my friends? Was it mere coincidence? How could they possibly linked us to the theft? There was no evidence at all!

While I walked to the living room to gulp down the beer, an errant thought ran across my mind; what if it was not the police who caught my friends? I mean, Katyusha never actually said that it was the police who chased us. And now that I thought about it again, those black cars chasing us a few hours ago couldn't possibly belonged to the police. It looked way too luxurious to be a police car.

I slouched on the couch with the beer on my hand, wondering where my friends are right now. Then, I drained the glass off any liquid at all. Slowly, the alcohol started to affect my mind, a cloudy blanket started to creep on my mind, numbing the bloody headache.


The sun shined obnoxiously on the wide blue sky, casting rays of blinding light and excruciating heat all over Lussallia. I wiped my sweated forehead beneath my police hat. I wished for just this once that I can take the damn thing off. Usually, I loved to wear that hat; it made me look like a real police. But right now, wearing the hat in this weather is plain torture. The thick material cooped my head and raised the temperature within the bounds of it into unbelievable heat.

While I struggled with the heat, all around me all the police are still looking over the damn green-eyed thief. I arrived at the office today at 6 am, ready to assemble as many police needed to catch the thief. Four hours after that, we're still searching with no positive result whatsoever. I was beginning to think that maybe that thief was a demon or a ghost.

"Wang, is there still no result at all?" I asked wearily. The heat is sapping my stamina faster than ever.

"No, aru. But there's some new discovery. They think they might've tracked where the thief went to. An eyewitness saw him getting into a black Porsche yesterday at about 8 pm or so," Wang stated, wiping sweat off his forehead using a small towel. "You want a drink, aru?"

"Yes. Please. Anything is fine."

"Here, aru." Wang handed me a bottle of water. I'd prefer a milkshake or something sweeter, but water will do for now. God, I wish there would be something to do, just anything-

"Lieutenant Jones!" somebody called me.

"Yeeees?" I replied lazily. "What's up?"

"We found them. In the outskirts of Lussallia, in an old apartment."

I froze immediately. Now that there's action, I was unready for it. How convenient.

"Alfred, come on, aru! We've got to go there fast!" Wang shouted, obviously irritated that I didn't follow him to the car. I snapped out of my reverie and immediately followed him; the thought of how crap I am today still followed me.


Well, here's chapter 5. Long time not updating, sorry for that; I've been so busy at school. This one's rather short, since my head refused to cooperate to give me any creative ideas at all. I've got the whole plot done though. Well, enjoy this chapter guys~ ==