"Yeah, I was just a bit jetlagged." Ban made an excuse. His face pale and his hands sweaty. He controlled the painful feeling of being caught red handed.
"Well back to the topic. Kaito and Ban you guys should rest and get ready for school tomorrow." Armin announced lifting his body off of the soft pillows. He took his bag off of the floor leaving the two boys sitting on the couches.
Ban took off his beanie and threw it on the couch Armin left. Without further ado, he looked at Kaito straight in his orange eyes before handling him a sealed envelope. Kaito received it with both his hands and opened the parchment.
Inside were pictures and a piece of an old news paper. The pictures contained a lady, younger than them. Her wavy dark hair framing her azure eyes filled with a spine tingling emotion. A pale beauty Ban had described her. Her blank expression guards the emotions she kept, making you wonder of what was inside her head.
Other pictures where still the same girl, some with the Houjin siblings, others with unknown acquaintances, and most with a boy that looks like her. One picture was of the lady sitting on a gold throne's left arm while her twin sat on the other side. Her garments, where of an elegant long dress. Its color; a rich tint of red. Her neck adorned with a gold necklace and her hair was topped with a small golden crown. Her left hand held a golden scepter, while her remaining hand held her brother's hand.
On the right arm sat the boy Kaito recognized as Alex. His dark brown hair was topped also by a crown, a scale larger than of his sister. His body was covered in a blood red suit covering a black dress shirt inside. His neck adored of a snow white cravat and on his left chest was the crest of the Emperors. A dragon spewing fire, surrounded by runes of air. His body was covered by a King's cape of gold black and red. His hand holding a trophy like gold ball, with the crest embedded. Kaito sighed, Alexander even with is cold blue eyes looked far friendlier in this picture.
Kaito scanned the article from the newspaper. Written in a slowly fading ink was; "A young female teenager was seen on top of a building."
Alicia Kaname Ryuzaki, she jumped towards her death. After many years of living alone losing her half, she slowly lost her sanity along the way. This jumping however did not kill her because of her brother's orders.
This girl lived a normal life afterwards. Kaito had to retrieve her, if ever was Alexander alive, the first person he would talk to would be his twin sister. However this girl disappeared months ago. They said she returned to her home town in Japan to live normally.
Kaito slid the papers back into the envelope and gave it to Ban. Ban took it and threw it into the fireplace, watching it burn to millions of ashes.
"I wanted a copy of that you know, at least her picture with Konan." Ban jokingly said, looking at the burning papers tinting the flames into a spectral.
"Ban." Kaito spoke out after a minute of silence, the snow haired lad replied with a hum. "Where are you going to stay?"
"Let's play the guessing game!" Ban childishly announced sitting in front of Kaito looking at him with pure despicable humor. "Choices are; A.)Ban has his house in Manhattan, B.) He will stay in a hotel. C.) Kaito's house!"
Kaito knew where this was going; especially that Ban said the last choice with too much enthusiasm making his voice reach an octave higher. He cleared his throat looking at the lad with a bubbling anger. He should have seen this coming; of course Armin would not in fact leave him to do his mission without a bodyguard of sorts.
Kaito finally heaved a sign in defeat and waved his hand shooing the lad away. Venin got the signal and took the boy's luggage escorting him up to the rooms above. After the two were out of sight Kaito stood up patting his crumpled jeans and black long sleeved shirt. Bringing a cup of tea with him, Kaito sat on his balcony railings.
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Crowns with Blood:The Monarchy
Mystery / ThrillerLies, treachery, and tricks. Kings, and thrones. Chaos and Peace. A man torn apart by who he is and who he should be. A mask of good means, but inhumane intentions. A wild ride of whats inside those whom chose the path of the killers, those whom fi...