Anonymous(07 Ghost Fanfic:Konatsu Warren) -- DISCONTINUED

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 “I never thought that we will come to this…” Konatsu started not gaining any reply from her. He put the documents down slightly, taking a view from her crestfallen face.

“I’m not going to pressurize you so much if we’re going to put this on friendship basis but as you can see, this is something that should seriously be taken care of. You understand, don’t you?”

She mumbled, a reply, before keeping her mouth shut again.

He sighed, placing the documents down completely.

“Ms. Creighton, did you kill Major Urwin?” he started, using the same steely voice that he uses whenever he has an investigation to make. It raises the tension of the one he was questioning.

Except for this girl though, she looks like she wasn’t shaken at all, even though her hands were a bit shaky.

“Interesting proposition, Natsu…” she muttered, mindlessly. “But do you really believe that? Shouldn’t I be taken as a witness to the crime instead?”

He clicked his pen, before shaking his head, “You understand that all fingers are pointed at you, right? There’s no way that you can escape this by trying to outwit me”

She sighed, “How can I kill somebody who means a lot to me?”

[. . .]

Three summers earlier

Konatsu Warren had always been focused on his goals; he didn’t let himself to have any flaw at anything he does.

Why? He was taking a huge pride on entering the Black Hawks* one day. Because of being born as human instead of being a Warsphile*, his very existence was shunned by his family.

Saved for his grandfather who believed in him and who entrusted him the knowledge of the sword so one day, he will stand proudly as a server of Verloren*. In that way, he can get his family to acknowledge his presence which he had yearned for the sixteen years of his life without them.

Usually when someone lives an already planned out life, they already tend to accept it as it is.

But to him, fate seems to have other plans, disrupting his very own. Especially, when something-or rather-someone unexpected suddenly broke his already closed door.

“Natsu~!” she sang, greeting him with a strong slap in the shoulder. It was a greeting that always annoyed him since it was uncharacteristic for a woman.

“Creighton-san, please refrain from slapping anybody,” he retorted, fixing his sleeve.

“Actually, you’re the only person here that I greet with a slap” she said teasingly, a snicker curving on her lips.

“Please stop that, you are born from a great family, something like that shouldn’t be tolerated,” he lectured which made her pout.

“Aw, you’re such a bore, Natsu. And how many times will you call me by my family name until you tire off it?”

“I never tire off it”

Mainly, because it shows respect and it also shows her stand in society. He was hoping that it would change her antics though, but it seems like it was all in vain. She was too care free about some things that she should really care about.

Maybe all of the rich people think it as convenient to go all their way as if nothing matters at all, he thought, nodding to himself. He may’ve been shunned by his family but he still have a steady budget.