The Missing Ace

Chapter 7

It was a little past lunchtime as Allen was watching the sports channel when he heard the front door open roughly. Alfriston got up from the carpet, breathing very quickly and tongue lolling out. Then, he stopped and licked his snout before he laid back down, whining. Curious, he turned around to see Camille storming towards. "Babe! What's wrong?" He quizzed, internally shaking in fear. He knew how to hide his fears, knowing about how her sixth sense could just smell the slightest of fear. Even if it were for a microsecond.

"What's wrong?!" She repeated. "You said that you were going to kill a vermin! But instead you attacked one of students! What is wrong with you??!" She yelled, fuming with rage. Now Allen started to fume. First, his girlfriend comes home to scold him. Second, she blames him for it. If it was something else, he would let it slide. But this? Oh no, she's not getting away with it.

Allen gets up from the couch and walks around to meet Camille face-to-face. "You know what?" He quizzed. She scoffed and folded her arms. "I think this relationship isn't working!" Allen hollered. Matthew and Arthur peeked out from inside of the kitchen, watching them in silence. "Yeah! We've been dating for 10 long years! And I think it's time for me to move on! I haven't been able to talk to another girl without her getting too clingy to me!" He continued, raising his voice.

"Well!" Camille sneered. "I think I feel the same way. It's over now," she turned away from Allen, "you can now go find a new girlfriend and brag it to me all you want. I can find my own new boyfriend along the way." Once said, the Russian walked away and made her way over to the stairs where she headed up to her room. She slammed the door shut and locked it.

The other blondes quickly pulled away from the doorway before Allen could catch them eavesdropping. He lowly growled and took his bomber jacket from the couch before he headed out of the door. When Matthew walked out, he saw his younger half-brother getting onto his motorcycle. Allen buckled his helmet before he drove away, the engine roaring as he left. "What now?" Arthur asked, folding his arms. "We wait for them to come back. Allen is the type to go back on his words a week or two later. Camille can come back whenever she's ready." He added.

"And what if Camille never comes back? The 'Return' plan would fail." Arthur countered. "They have some knots, that's all. It's not broken entirely." Matthew commented, walking towards the stairway. "I'll go talk Camille through." He added, jogging up the steps.

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On Monday, Andy went around the school for the umpteenth time, collecting 'Get Well Soon' notes and gifts from everyone possible, for the gifts to be given to Gérard. Similar to previous times, Haruka handed him a jar of folded paper cranes this time. Camille saw the happy youth running down the corridor, scrawny arms overflowing with gifts which looked like it could break if another candy was added. "Is this some culture the school does?" She asked Angelina as they headed towards their psychology class.

"Not really, Andy believes that it would be nice for a hospitalized student to receive gifts like these." She explained. Then, Camille's phone kept chiming. Since signing the 'contract' as well as being added to the group, their chat group is often buzzing, mainly because of Magnolia asking if they wanted to have lunch outside of school or Camellia asking them to collect 'supplies' for her. Other than those two, Ethan occasionally pops in and asks rhetorical questions. As of now, Ethan was bothering her personally.

Annoyed, Camille silenced her phone completely and shoved it into a corner of her bag. "What happened?" Angelina quizzed, flipping through a stack of documents. "That Vasyl..." Camille growled. "That reminds me." The redhead added, looking up from the documents. "What?" The dirty blonde asked, no less interested from before. "Ethan did tell me once that he had a twin sister," she began, "said that he had lost her because of some deal they made. He was quite upset about it..." брат? Upset? He's probably just faking it. Camille curled her lips upside down. "What's wrong?" The former quizzed once more. "Nothing..." the latter hastily brushed the redhead off.