My Dirty Little Secret

Secret Seventy-Nine: 24 Hours

Vincent stood up and started pacing back and forth in the cell. He wanted to answer the question, truly, he did, but he also didn't. How was it possible for him to smell like fire? These aren't even the same clothes that he wore that night!

"Why do you smell like fire?!" The Undertaker asked again, "is it really that hard to answer a question?"

"I-"

"No, no, don't start. You're just going to lie to me, aren't you? I know that face of yours," The Undertaker pointed to Vincent's current expression, "try again," The Undertaker crossed his arms and tapped his foot, awaiting the truth.

"I already did tell you, didn't I?" Vincent pointed to the ring on The Undertaker's hand.

Matchbox.

So The Undertaker had been right, that slip of paper in the ring's box did mean that Vincent would try to die again. The Undertaker ran a hand through his hair and sighed. This shouldn't be a shock to him, there wasn't anything he could do about it now. Vincent was still alive so someone must have knocked sense into him.

"Diedrich," Vincent said.

"What?" 

"He is the one that saved me," Vincent said. The Undertaker glared at him, he didn't need to know that it took a dead ex-boyfriend before Vincent tried to live. Although, he should be thankful, he couldn't find himself filling up with a never-ending gratitude.

The door to the room opened, Hanji walked in, who else would it be? "I see you two are on speaking terms now," she laughed knowing there wasn't any way they could have spoken to each other in The Undertaker's previous state.

"Who're you?" The Undertaker asked.

"Me? I'm Hanji Zoe, aka the person you owe your sanity to," she smiled before giving a small bow.

"I'm-" The Undertaker began to introduce himself.

"Yes yes," Hanji interrupted waving her hand, "I know who you are. It is kind of hard not to know actually, considering this guy is so madly head over heels for you," Hanji said. Vincent blushed lightly, not enjoying the fact Hanji was teasing him.

"What did you come to tell us Hanji? Get to the point please," Vincent huffed.

"Oh yes, I'm here to tell you that you can't leave," she said, "due to the fact that we aren't sure if this 'cure' is permanent, you'll have to stay under surveillance for at least 24 hours. I would have enjoyed longer...since this guy didn't take the proper preventative measures," she said pointing to Vincent, "however, we can't keep the leader locked up forever, so the most I can force on you is 24 hours," she explained before wandering around to set up some cameras, "in the last few minutes we'll fill the room with a disinfecting gas, to destroy any remaining Titan germs, you might have."

"Wait what? Leader?" 

"He killed Chlaus, he is the leader of The Basement," Hanji smiled before leaving.

"What else haven't you told me?" The Undertaker asked.

"Well Rachel is dead too..." Vincent looked up at the ceiling, "I don't think there is anything else. I'm not hiding things on purpose! I swear! I just sort of forget what you know and don't know..." Vincent answered honestly.

"So what do they call you here?"

"Phantom."

"Phantom? Really? Well, 'Phantom' lay down on that table," The Undertaker pointed.

"Are you into bondage Uny?" Vincent laughed, avoiding the table as much as he could.

The Undertaker sighed, "there is a chance you're infected, yes? So this is in case you go crazy," Vincent doubted that logic but he couldn't dispute it. There had to be some hidden motive here. Vincent cautiously laid down on the table, still confused as ever.