*White Night*

Chapter 1 ~ Letter

''My Lord, the man from the bank is here. '' Albert said, entering the large room. When he got to the table in the middle of the room he paused.
''Call him in ... '' Young voice is heard behind a large chair that was facing the window. Albert invited Mr. mussola into the room and stood next to the table that was covered with papers, those were various accounts, contracts about the land, securities with different numbers and signatures.
''I paid you for this month. What more do you want? '' Chair turned slowly towards the man who received one supised and confused look on his face.
'' Who are you? ''
'' I'm Shou Posteron. What do you want? ''
'' I'm sorry, but I don't answer questions to young children ... ''
'' How did you call me!? '' Loud and angry voice moaned the room. '' I'm the one who solves all your state and social problems! ''
'' But you're still just a kid, how old are you? Ten? '' Mr. Mussol was looking at the boy who sat in front of him in the big chair with confused expression. He couldn't believe that this lush and thick black hair, smooth and pale face, a little skinny body is the famous Mr. Posteron.
'' I sincerely apologize, it was just hard to believe. ''
'' Well, you better be sorry. Now tell me why are you here. ''
'' Well, I ... This ... Just a minute ... '' He started digging through the bag until he pulled out a thick pad of paper.
'' You still have not updated your account. ''
'' But I was sure that I ... Albert! '' The boy turned to a tall man who wore a butler outfit.
'' Yes, My Lord? '' Albert only answered with a smile.
'' Didn't I tell you to go to the bank and look at our accounts state?! ''
'' Yes sir, but you only said that I look at the state of the account ... Not to updated it. '' Butler was still smiling.
'' Well, I thought it was obvious! '' Yelled Shou, it all made him nervous so he couldn't concentrate on the papers.
'' I'm sorry to interrupt, but I'm still here. '' A soft voice is heard. It was Mr. Mussol, who's still sitting in his chair.
'' Yes, yes ... I'm sorry on this little misunderstanding. Where do I sign? '' Boy drew the papers closer to himself and took a pen.
'' Right here, on this thicker line at the bottom of the paper. '' The man said, eyes pointint at the paper.
'' Well, is that all? '' Shou handed Mr. Mussol the papers and waved his hand.
'' Thank you, I wish you a nice day. '' The man stood up and left the room.
'' Albert, help this gentleman. So he wouldn't get lost among all these halls. '' The boy viciously smiled and his gray-blue eyes shined.
'' Yes, My Lord. '' Albert leaned over and went after Mr. Mussol.
Suddenly he was standing behind a gentleman who had just arrived to the large front door.

'' Oh, it's just you ... You scared me. '' Mr. Mussol was smiling when he noticed Albert behind him.
'' Young master asked me to escort you to the door. ''
'' Well... Thank you very much but as you can see I have already managed to find a way out. '' Just when he wanted to open the door something grabbed his hand.
'' I'm sorry but that's not all ... '' Albert said in a low voice while he regarded Mr. Mussol. '' I would also like to ask you for your colleagues because you can't go until we fix one little problem. ''

Mr.. Mussola was trembling in fear. He was confused and less certain that the people in this mansion are normal. Like one of the maids who was wiping the floor in the hallway while he looked for a way out. He politely asked her in what direction are front doors and she just looked at him with withering glare, repair glasses and kept clean.

'' W-what are you doing? '' He was shaking, trying to get rid of Ablert's strong grip.

'' Nothing. All I have to do is delete your memory ... Or cause slight amnesia. '' Albert still had that terrible grin on his face that penetrated Mr. Mussol to the bones. Just when Albert raised his hand to hit Mr. Mussol slightly wheezing voice was heard in the corridor.

'' That would be too much, Albert. ''
'' Young master, but we can't allow him to tell others about your true existence and appearance ... We need to permanently destroy his memory. '' His voice was calm and serious.
'' I'm aware of that, but we can't break his skull. ''
'' Yes, thank you Lord Posetron. '' Said Mr. Mussol and moved Albert's hand when he felt he relented.
'' That would leave a mark and people would constantly question him what happened... And you well know that he can easily remember. ''
'' You're right. I'm sorry My Lord. '' Albert leaned with respect to the boy who was looking with his gray-blue eyes at the man from the bank.
'' Mr. Mussol ... Sorry for the aggressive behavior of my butler. ''
'' That's all right. ''
'' But we still have to delete your memory. I hope you understand. ''
'' But, but! '' Mussola leaned against the front door when Albert approached again. In seconds, one his arm holds Mr. Mussol's neck and the other was on his forehead.
'' It's nothing personal... I just can't let people outside these walls know about me ... '' After these words he looked at Albert giving him a sign to start with deleting memory. Mussol tried to break free, but didn't succeed.
'' Let me go! I promise I will not tell anyone! I give my word! '' Mussol yelled frantically. His eyes turned black while he was listening to high and a black man in a butler suit saying some unknown words.
'' You ... You're not human. You're not normal ... '' Those were the last words that came out of Mussol's mouth before he lost consciousness. Shou watched his sleeping body on the floor a few minutes.