The Most Of Me

Chapter 10

Varian sighed as he sat down on his bed. It had been a long day. Maybe he should have stuck around and heard more of what Mazouwi had to say. Who was he kidding? This was all a stupid game. He wasn't willing to play Mazouwi's game.

Varian twisted the ring his Grandfather had given him with the Family Crest. It was supposed to be the mark to prove his bloodline should anyone doubt him. He had a habit of messing with when thinking.

A knocking sound caused him to look at the door, but he realized that it came from his balcony door. Confusion swept over him until as he saw a familiar figure. He opened the door, but confused or not, he was pleased to see him. "Hugo!"

"Thank god, you're alright," Hugo wrapped his arms around him.

"What do you mean by that? Of course I'm fine! Why didn't you tell me you were coming in a letter?"

"Why didn't you come home? You missed your mother's funeral."

"What?" Varian's face turned white. "What happened?"

"We wrote about it months ago. She went missing and we finally found her. She had been murdered. You kept writing as if you heard nothing."

"What? You never wrote about it." Varian went to the drawers and pulled out Hugo's letters. "See?"

"They sound like me. Hell, they even have my handwriting, but I never wrote these," Hugo said.

"But..." Varian's heart sank. "Someone's tampering with my mail..."

"But who and why?" Hugo inquired.

"Why would someone murder my mom?" Tears were running down Varian's cheeks, but he understand that he didn't have the time to grieve at the moment.

"Maybe it's the same person or people," Hugo offered. He set a hand on Varian's shoulder. "We're going to get to the bottom of this."

"I'll have to bring this up to my Grandfather-"

"Can you trust him?" Hugo asked suddenly?

"Yeah, why? I trust him as much as my parents," Varian said.

"But who's in charge of your letters you give and receive?"

"I'm in charge of sending my own, but my Grandfather always hands them to me," Varian explained.

Hugo gave an unsure look.

"Oh, god, not you too, Hugo. Why would I not be able to trust my own Grandfather?"

"Well, what about your mom? She never talked about her father. She kept the heritage from you, your father doesn't even know anything about him apart from your relation and his status. Why would she try to hide that from you?" Hugo inquired.

"I don't know. Maybe it just hurt to talk about him?"

"Maybe..." Hugo said. "You should test him first. I'm just being paranoid, Varian. I'm sorry, but honestly, I don't trust anyone I've never met and I find this whole situation confusing."

"It wouldn't hurt to try, but I'll only do it because I know that you've been through some shit too. You have your reasons to be uncertain, but I do trust my Grandfather. I'll ask him a question tomorrow about it. Deal?"

"Maybe not mail related?"

"I'll ask about being his heir. I have a question. He's not going to care though. My Grandfather is one of the most caring persons I know."

"Just be careful. I'll check the post office tomorrow and meet you here in the afternoon maybe?"

"Why not use the door?"

"Oh, but that loses the fun," Hugo joked. Then he became serious. "Are you going to alright tonight?"

"Is she really gone?" Varian whispered.

"I'm sorry..."

Varian wiped at his face. "Can... can you..."

"I'm staying the night even if you tried to kick me out," Hugo said.