Sincerely, The Enemy. (BL)

The Truth.

    Jack- or well James Yael. It fits perfectly, why didn’t I think of that earlier? JY is the crown prince. JY… but wait- if he’s the prince why is he doing all this even if he could buy anything with his money? Just for fun? The thought of it angered me. Everyone applauded for him as he approached the microphone, expression unchanging. 

    “Hello everyone,” He said, his voice had a certain tinge that made it different, yet the snarky tone stayed the same. Was it on purpose? I decided to shake the thought off as I continued to study James. "I know this may come as a shock to you all as my mother already claimed," he paused then continued on, “But rest assured, you can trust me since my entire life is dedicated to learn how to become a leader like this, I know what I’m doing and I hope one day we can do more, and reach higher for a better society!” He finished up his speech as the crowd broke into applause. I clapped slowly, eyeing him carefully. Though his words seem honest and heartful, his expression is empty and cold unlike what I’ve seen before. Honestly, how does he pull it off? If he becomes king, it’ll cause problems, especially with the hidden criminal record he has. He locked eyes with me for a split second as he waved goodbye to the crowd. In almost a hurried manner, he slinked backstage as I carefully walked out of the ballroom. I notice him closing the door quietly as he snuck off towards the west wing. The west wing, we were restricted for a reason. I decided not to stop him yet and I carefully followed him down a narrow corridor, making sure my steps were as silent as possible. He walked through an archway leading into a long hallway with windows lining the east wall. I hid behind one of the walls in the corridor. He stopped in front of a figure, they were the same height but the figure of James blocked the other person completely. 

    “H-Hello, your highness,” The person said. Something was off. That sounded almost exactly like James’ voice. I stopped myself from leaping out into seeing who they were. I had to standby longer to learn more. 

    “Say that detective has been glaring at me for an awful while, did you do anything to anger him by any chance? What was his name? Flon?” James remarked in a mocking tone. Why is he pretending to not know me? He outed himself to me in the first place. And what does he mean by angering me, who is this person? 

     “Your highness, his name is Flynn.” The voice sounded angrier, more demanding. I could hear James scoff. 

    “Yeah yeah Flynn, Flon, Flan, whatever,” I balled up my hand into a tight fist. He was rude, way ruder than I remember him. Something was off as always; it was like James and Jack…I had an idea, but I stopped myself yet again from jumping out. I couldn’t risk it, but at this point I might as well sooner or later. There was a pause. “Are you angry?” He laughed. I heard a sound come from the other's mouth as James cut them off with a loud slap that echoed through the hallway. I flinched, what was that about? “Whatever, just make sure I’m not suspected by the end of the day. And if you can, turn yourself in. The sooner this case is closed the sooner I’m out of suspicion. Look at you, sitting on the dirty floor like that. Where you belong. ” Only now, did I let my curiosity get the better of me, whoever that was I needed to help them. I jumped out, my gun up and pointed. Sure it’s kind of treason but if James is JY, he’s a wanted criminal so it should be alright. 

    “Hands up!” I yelled. That’s when I saw it. James whipped his head around to see me. He was looking at me with this repulsed face as he staggered back. Leaving a now visible shaken double. Jack. His black mask was knocked to the floor, a swelling red spot on his cheek growing. They were twins. James and Jack were two different people, yet I had no clue. 

    Jack whispered something under his breath to Jack, but this dumb guy didn’t know I heard everything. “Oh my- thank you detective, he was going to take my inheritance that my mother was about to give me,” He said running behind me, his acting was kind of convincing but I had already heard everything. Jack looked lost, it was odd seeing him like this shaken up and scared. Did he do this to him? He shrugged his shoulders in what looked like defeat. I shook my head, smiling. I knew he wasn’t the type of person to do this on his own. I turned around, a full 180 degrees, looking at James. He staggered back, looking at me like I was crazy. I took a few moments to assess the situation. So James used his twin brother to stage as JY so that he wouldn’t have to pay the price for stealing countless valuables. What a snake. I grabbed him by the wrists, latching some handcuffs onto him. 

    “Take me to your room,” I told him. He had this mortified expression plastered on his face. 

    “What? You’ve got the wrong man, he’s JY not me.” He pleaded. He won’t be any help even if I ask him. I turned towards Jack. 

     “Say Jack, can you show me where James’ room is?” Jack stood but James gave Jack a glare as he hesitated. My eyes narrowed at the action. I unlocked half of the handcuffs with my key in my pocket and attached it to a pole in the corner of the room. Forcing James to sit on the “dirty” floor. He groaned and complained, but I didn’t pay any attention to it. “It’s alright Jack,” I put a hand on his shoulder. Jack paused to think. He then took a step forward and James was angered more and more with each step. 

    “Jack Yael, are you stupid?” He laughed loudly. “Once I’m able I will get you back so badly that you can kiss that happily ever after with you and your little-” His words were cut short by a hard slap across his face. 

    “I don’t care what you say about me, but leave anything about him alone,” I watched, smiling seeing Jack stand up for himself. Though I am curious about this person, did he actually mean it when he said he liked me? Nevermind, focus. James sat there in disbelief as Jack took my hand, leading me to an open door. It wasn’t a bedroom, it was a small sitting room with blue patterned wallpaper. I guess blue is this guy's color. It wasn’t that unordinary, there were two couches lined against the east wall, and a fireplace on the north wall. What was odd about the room is that it had several hanging glass cases from the ceiling. And in every single one of them was each and every piece of jewelry and riches that was stolen over the years JY has been active. I suppose we've found the culprit, for sure this time.

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Hello, author here.

    Yes, the end of this short story is coming in the next chapter. I sincerely apologize if the story is a bit rushed, or some parts are messed up. School and mental health can be a huge pain in the ass to balance sometimes. Though I hope whoevers reading this is doing alright. If anything needs fixing or if you notice something I can change then  just tell me in the comments. Thank you for reading.

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