Author's Notes: It is almost finished... Milliah Korsokov, Anya Korsokov, Dmitri Hitachi, Yae Hitachi, Tom Hitachi and Colette Monique are the characters that I own. All others are property of Tow Ubukata
This is the final chapter. Enjoy!
Chapter Fourteen: Durand
Four days later…
Durand hadn't prayed in so long.
He was praying for almost an hour now, trying to find out what happened to Milliah. He'd gone back into the apartment after the fire was extinguished, but she was gone. If she had made it out, wouldn't she have come to their second hideout?
Everyone had been in a somber mood since last night, and of course Durand was the solemnest of them all.
He was going to find Voronsoff. He wished that he could do this "methodically and without emotion" as he had stated before, but there was so much unbalance in him, he couldn't help it. He had no idea what to do without Milliah. She was the only person who made him reasonable. All he could do now was cry, think, and pray with her gone.
He didn't want to admit it now, but he loved her.
It was awful, and he wished that he'd said it to her before he ran away.
Milliah…I love you…And I won't give up, not until I see your corpse…
He wished that he could be cheerful, so he could cheer up the others, but he just couldn't. It was as if a part of him had died.
All his hope had died years ago.
Unexpectedly, D'eon opened the door. "Durand, there's someone here who I think you should see."
Milliah?
There was a sudden, but temporary weight lifted off of his heart.
He walked out to the main room, and saw a figure standing just a few inches below him.
He was a handsome young man, with blonde hair that faded to brown and faded to black at the ends. He wore his hair back. The boy was wearing a navy blue waistcoat with light brown pants and black boots.
He had a soft face that looked as sweet as his mother's. There was an aura around him that made Durand want to smile.
"Hello Durand, I am Dmitri."
He nearly jumped.
So this was Dmitri? Milliah's son was standing his own home! He was not completely elated, but he was a lot better than the previous moments.
Durand smiled shook Dmitri's hand. "Hello." His smile faded back into sadness. "Look, there is something we need to discuss. Your mother, she…"
"She's dead. She wrote me a letter saying that she wanted me to come home so she could introduce me to someone, and a few nights ago I arrived here in Paris. I went to her apartment, and it was on fire. I ran to the fifth floor and saw that her door was open. She was in the master bedroom. Her body…I sent it back to Russia so she could rest in peace with my grandmother."
Durand could not speak.
"You wouldn't have wanted to see the body anyway…It was awful…"
Robin changed the subject "So…are you going to help us find Voronsoff?"
Dmitri did not answer immediately. He waited a few seconds. Then he looked up and smiled at Robin.
"Why, of course."
Weeks later…
The plan was going perfectly.
Milliah did not want to do this to Durand, but she had to, to keep him from losing himself.
She hated herself for what she was doing. It was a cruel plot, but it was necessary.
She'd been staying with the four knights for weeks now as Dmitri, and none of them had noticed, until one night...
Milliah was taking a shower. She was always the first one to take a shower, for she was always the one who cooked and cleaned and whatnot. They had all decided that she (or he) deserved it.
She had given them strict orders to stay out of the bathroom when she was taking a shower. She could not have ANYONE figure out who she really was.
There was no shower curtain in Durand's bathroom, so she was at a very high risk if anybody opened the door and saw her.
Suddenly, the door burst open.
Robin was half-covering his eyes. "Sorry, Milliy," The Four Musketeers had given him that nickname because he looked so much like Milliah.
He removed his had so he could search through the clothing hamper. He accidentally looked up and…
Milliah tried her best to cover herself up. She found the nearest towel, wrapped it around herself, and pulled Robin into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.
"We need to talk…"
Robin looked traumatized. "Uhhh…"
"Look, I am not Dmitri, obviously. I am Milliah. I had to disguise myself, for Durand's sake."
"B-but why?"
She explained her plan.
As she did so, Robin relaxed a little.
"So, you're pretending to be your son so that Durand doesn't lose himself?"
She looked down. "Yes…"
He touched her hand. "We all thought that you were dead. I never would've imagined that you'd do this, but I think it's really sweet."
"Why?"
He smiled. "You love Durand so much that you are willing to give up your own life to help him find his way. I've only loved once. I don't know if I would've done this for Colette, but she would've done it for me. I guess that's love for you. In most cases, one person loves the other much more."
With those words Milliah's face brightened. "You are wise beyond your years, Robin." She gave him a pat on the back. "Now, go out there and get out the flour. I'm going to make cookies."
Robin nearly did a backflip. Everything was seemingly perfect, even though Voronsoff was still out there.
It didn't matter. There was nothing more he could do to the Musketeers that hadn't already been done.
Robin did as Milliah instructed, with Durand approaching.
"What are you doing with my flour, Robin?"
"Dmitri is making cookies for us."
Yes, everything was perfect.
Author's Notes:
I hope everyone like it! I'm so glad I finally finished it. It isn't a long as I had hoped, but I like how it turned out. I don't know how long I can wait to write the sequel because I had so much fun writing Fidèle à la Parole. I love Le Chevalier D'eon and I wish it was more popular.
Au Revoir!