Third Person
Paris, France: 4th Street Cemetery
6:32 P.M.
After crashing his phone on the ground, frustrated, Dione picked up the same shovel, he used to kill his entitled best friend. It's only the beginning and the girl was already dead. He spent the last hour imagining scenarios of how he'll explain this to his boss as mildly as possible as to not be killed inside a jail. The keeper of the cemetery walked up to him minutes ago and offered him a piece of bread, the kind woman left after they ate.
"Alright, where is the perfect space to bury Aksenov's body?" he asked himself and sketched the girl's face on the soil where he planned to bury her, "And where should I put mine? I guess I'll let Saccharide decide that for me."
"Dione!"
A tiny voice called him from afar. He recognized the voice and immediately, rolled his eyes. Turning around, there was she, a beautiful woman with black hair waving with the wind dressed in a crimson fabric. As she nears his place, his eyes sparkled, there were blood specs on her neck and face. But he frowned again when he realized her perfectly arranged hair was free from all the clips, he worked hard on putting for the last 2 hours.
"What are you doing here?" She asked as Dione continued to sketch on the dirt.
Snapping out of the fantasy and preventing his vampire-like senses, he stared down and sighed, "Oh... You're alive..."
Raine looked at his masterpiece and gasped, "That's beautiful," - they remained to stare at his moving stick as it finishes her hair and lashes. The girl was fascinated, but Dione answered the question she failed to remember upon seeing her face on the dirt.
"I thought you're dead so, I came here and planned where I should bury you," Dione said before tossing the long sharp stick aside, "And mine, If ever Saccharide hunts me down for letting you die."
He looked at the girl beside her and examined her from top to bottom. She was too jolly to be dead, the blood on her face and neck was dried and there were no visible wounds. While he stared her down, Raine took out the phone from her chest and opened it, "Then, If you think I'm dead. Why did you text me this?" she was on the verge of laughing while reading the text, "I'll swing by the cemetery while you're there,"
The white-haired but pouted, "Just so-" Having no energy to debate, he just looked at the girl and scoffed, "You're alive. Let's move on!"
Raine wasn't just going to let it go so, he followed the boy as he sat on one rectangular tomb, "What makes you think I'm dead?" she asked and accepted his offered jacket before wiping the blood off her face.
"Judging by the tone of the general's voice and your stubbornness to follow my instructions- you're basically what they call a dead meat!" he answered and told the girl to wear it to conceal the bloodstains on her chest. They stood from the tomb when the boy initiated and walked for the exit of the cemetery.
Out of nowhere, Raine smiled and suddenly said, "It feels pretty good..."
"You're weird..." Dione commented as he kept walking, trying to avoid the old rubbles of tombs hidden by the long grasses, "You're standing here happy while you're covered in blood for some reason you wouldn't tell me."
Giggling, the girl looked up the dark skies and said, "I mean, defending Saccharide from his parents," she smiled while remembering the responses he said to the face of the feared man of France, "It feels good that I've done something for him," Raine proudly said that made the male stop from his tracks and looked at her like she was the craziest girl alive.
"Hold up!" he stopped her from walking away and asked her a very serious question to ensure her stand in life, "Up until now, you don't think you're doing something for Saccharide?"
"I've done a couple of things, but they weren't enough..." he answered while fiddling her fingers with each other.
In disbelief, Dione washed his face with his palms and continued walking, "You are raised the wrong way," he whispered. Assuming that the girl did not follow the plans and just gave his boyfriend back in his hell hole, he asked, "When are you leaving?"
He waited for an answer, but all she gave him is a smile, so blinding that he felt disgusted by it. The girl stood in front of her like a chipmunk in front of a moving monster truck. Just as he expected, his loyalty was more valuable than hers.
This day it was proven.
...
"I'm not leaving..." She spoke and held his hand up to her chest, "I'm going to get my love out of jail even if I have to dive in hell. Thanks to you, I have a chance to fight for him," - then Dione smirked and wiggled his hand out of her grasp to escape her utopian mindset. It's intoxicating, he might as well digging his own grave.
"Does it kill you to be cliche- ic just for once?" He asked.
"No, but it'll kill you," Raine answered back as she jumped over the rusty knee-high metal barrier, separating the creepy old part of the cemetery and the paradise-like part. They walked on the trimmed grass and abused the fresh air around them. There weren't many lights in the 4th street so, they had to use their flashlights.
"We'll start tomorrow," reminded the male, "Stay with me for a while and try not to be a pain on the behind..."
"Now, you're refusing to curse," Raine laughed and playfully punched his arm, but the boy thought it was a violation of the social barrier between them. Blushing, the girl remembered the promiscuity act they did and it made her more embarrassed that she was the only one thinking of it up to this time.
Noticing the girl's face darkened, Dione scratched his nape, looked away before saying, "I curse- just on special occasions..." He trailed off, just as he noticed the girl disappearing from his side. Regardless, he continued for the exit, not uttering a single word to call the girl, until he felt someone threw a small rock on him. Dione turned around and there was her with the kind cemetery keeper.
"Please wait for me at the bar. I have something to deal with first," said the girl sweetly before taking the old woman's hand, "Don't worry about me!"
They went to the dark part of the cemetery again. Frankly, he'll follow them, but he couldn't care less. He'll be too busy with a strategy to get Saccharide out of jail. When he finally got out of the street, he turned off the flashlight and activated his phone's news feed. Nothing was particularly new. It was all about General Dèmise Heinz's son, a serial killer, and other sites declaring Saccharide as the most handsome criminal there is- every news has a picture of him from a different angle.
The cracks he made and bubbles formed on his screen made it harder to read the headline.
"You left me with this girl, huh?" Dione stared at his picture and talked to it like it was the real one, "Another test of Loyalty? I like it, Saccharide."
xXx
Bar Haven: 2nd floor (Orphanage)
6:33 A.M.
Dione didn't expect the girl to come to the bar late and sleep on the floor, instead of the bed he prepared for her. Still, with droopy eyes, she changed into a sweater and baggy pants in front of the white-haired boy with no malice. She said, she had to go to the hospital and inform her friends, but her friend took care of it already. After that, she had to pick up a few of her things from Saccharide's condominium before locking it up and gave the the emergency back to the manager of the building. Then she dozed off on the floor-
Morning came and Raine's eyelids weren't thick enough to block the power of the UV rays from the sun. As she turned to her side, she felt something fluffy underneath her. She opened her eyes and found that Dione put a fur thick bedsheet for her comfort. Raine smiled and was planning to greet the boy on the bed. When she stood up, the bed was empty and free from the creases, indicating Dione already got up early.
She felt terrible and decided to make him breakfast. Just as she was finished taking a shower and executing her morning rituals, a plate of toast, hard-boiled eggs, and potatoes was on Dione's drawing desk. Sighing, Raine felt more terrible, but she ate it and washed the plate.
They agreed with his Mom to accept him as a tenant. Not a guess or a visitor. She'll have to pay the rent and the water bill. It's nothing like Raine couldn't have experienced when she was home alone her entire childhood.
"Good morning!" Raine greeted upon seeing the white-haired boy entering the room with a basket full of unidentified red paint.
She walked away from his desk after he brought down the seemingly heavy basket. Raine has always been curious, but Dione's morning face was giving off hint that it wasn't ready to entertain any questions, instead, she just gave him a bright smile and thanked him, "Thank you for the breakfast..."
"Don't thank me. You're going to pay for that," sneered Dione.
"I figured..." Raine giggled nervously and opened her phone to check her card balance. She exhaled and thought of texting her father to let him know, she was in fine condition. Then, she remembered that her father probably wasn't interested as he did not call her, the moment the news spread all over the board about Saccharide.
The girl turned off her phone and it was her turn to feel gloomy in the morning.
"Hurry up!" Dione snapped the girl back to reality and opened the door for her.
"Just a moment. I need to take care of Nightmare first," said the girl and hurriedly gathered the aid kit from under Dione's bed. Something caught her eyes from under the bed, she was about to reach for it -
"Hey! I have set up 4 agendas for us to investigate," Growing impatiently by the minute, Dione already closed the door and walked down the hall with the girl.
"3. Only three..." Raine corrected before greeting Dione's adorable orphan siblings, walking down the hallway while wearing their pre-school uniforms. Children have a special place in the girl's heart and their smiles were enough to assure her that this day would be great and full of fortune for both of them.
After all the children passed them, Dione stopped walking and whispered, "4," Raine looked confused so, she distanced herself from the boy and looked at him with an obvious question in mind. To spare him from a whole lot of explaining session, he just showed her another article.
Squinting her eyes, Raine read the bold text, "Another victim was found yesterday," she gasped and did not continue reading it. Keeping her tears in was hard, her sweater served as her handkerchief. Feeling her toes and knees trembling, she found support on the nearest wall before clawing her strands and pulling them from the roots.
The white-haired lad looked at her apathetically and continued the text the female abandoned, "Doctor Amanda Porscha, found at the backside of Carpeaux Mental Institution," he looked at the girl before uttering the final lines, "Last seen with her niece, Racquel Porscha..."
He was right... There are more than 3 agendas to be taken care of...