Messenger

Chapter 5

"Miki, does Piko have a lot of stops today?" Fukase asked, stepping into their stone-walled house. It was a smaller place with the best furnishing being Miki's sewing table in the front and a decently functioning cooking area. Though, Fukase knew that they all were insanely lucky to have it. Four basically kids maintaining a house was unheard of and yet here they are, busy trying not to fall into the red.

"He should be back soon. You know that he can be a bit chatty." Miki remarked over her delicate stitching.

Fukase rolled his eyes. This is not the day to take a long time with work. "Yeah. Hopeful he won't look like he plowed into a trash can." For whatever reason, Piko was allergic to staying clean on his runs and it really made his self-proclaimed job of getting Fuka out of trouble a lot harder.

"I make him change if needed, but I doubt he'd be that out of it today." Miki said as she picked up her current project to get a closer look at the ripped seam. "He wants to see Ollie much as we do."

"I know." It was already the end of Oliver's first week of work and that goof probably has a million stories to tell. He's always getting himself in the weirdest situation via the power of pure bad luck. It's almost impressive.

As if on cue, Piko dipped in out of breath and looking completely windswept. "Sorry. The streets are kind of crazy today. It looks like some people are trying to flood the palace with messages and it's causing everyone to be out way earlier than normal."

"Bold of them to assume that those people read their letters and Piko, you are in desperate need of a comb." Fukase commented.

"Figures." Piko slipped into the backroom to probably steal Miki's brush. The goal here is to have Oliver see that his peoples are doing just fine and that he does need to worry about them, not to make it seem like some people got caught in a windstorm. "Anyway, does anyone know when Ollie is supposed to be back?"

Miki shrugged. "It should be soon. It wouldn't make much sense for him to come back and only have a few hours before leaving again."

"Okay. Is there anything else we need to do." It was clear that Piko wanted to help somehow, but Fukase and Miki had it covered with them being up not long after their resident early bird. It was evident that no one could really sleep the night before.

"Not really. We tried to clean up, but there's only so much we can do." Fukase answered. "If we're lucky, there should be enough time to catch the afternoon rush. You know the guards can't escape Ollie's puppy dog eyes."

Both siblings gave Fukase a dry look. "No way. Now that Oliver working at the castle, he cannot in any way be apart of your little schemes." Miki stated.

"Oh, come on. You know I wouldn't let him get in trouble."

"You mean, I wouldn't let either of you get in trouble." Piko corrected.

Fukase pointed him a slight glare. "You've only done that twice at most."

"Sure. Maybe I should start keeping track." Miki said not even trying to hide her a snark in her voice. Piko has had to get Fukase out of some pretty close calls more times than he would like to admit, but none of them can deny that he brings in his share. The only problem is the fuzz are starting to catch on, especially with the public getting restless as of last. It's not like it's his fault that the head honchos have decided that them 'common folk' can't handle an update on whatever these people are doing with their funds. Fukase would be lying if he said that he wasn't a little annoyed.

"I'll do without, thanks."

"What are you doing without?" A high pitched voice asked.

All heads turned around to the small boy standing in the doorway. Let the hugs commence. It was only a week away, but these guys had practically raised this kid, so they get some embarrassing parental rights.