"Le Histoire."

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

"....Because I had no one to share it with..." she softly whispered her blush, indeed, it was an odd gesture. Odder than a kiss? most certainly not though. She smiles a bit and was somewhat inwardly relieved, he did not ask to hold it, snatch it, take it.


Perhaps she could really trust his word..


She slowly placed it back to her back pocket and kept a pin lock latch. Anyone who would even dare to...will find themselves in the most awkwardest situations ever if they try getting it from that pocket. "..It becomes sad when it is not shared..selfish eyes does not bring happiness alone..." she explained with her hand gesture as she spoke, a habit of hers, it would always say she knew everything even if she admits she doesn't.


Her stained glass eyes scanned him quickly, she was telling, no, she was reading his posture, his movements, his eyes, the parting of his lips, his breathing that spelled it out to her. "...You don't have to return the favor..." she said gently and smiles softly as she looked down the floor rather..shyly? as she blushed. "I..I.." she stuttered.. gulping slightly. "..I enjoyed.. this afternoon... I'm glad I came... thank you for letting me stay.. Voleur...." oddly... his name has gotten sweet.. softer like a whisper, the accent of her french, the slurrs and rolling of her tongue. It accented his name as if it was a divine name to her.


She turned red again and quickly turned around, clearing her throat as if she were a man. "..s-sorry to suddenly ask this b-but...d-do you have a loo?"


SHE SUDDENLY FACEPALMED HERSELF...


OF COURSE HE HAD A LOO YOU TWIT.


YOU WENT BACK TO FULL RETARD AGAIN..DAMMIT..

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

"I-Is it alright for me to use the shower...?" she turned red again, she gulped. It was indeed odd but, she was quite conscious in hygiene. She doesn't go a day without it, no no, it's more like, she doesn't go out of her routine. Normally her routine would be, wake up, shower, breakfast, work, stroll, books, study, come back home, study, relax while studying, sorting, dinner, bath, bed, then repeat. And it was a bit odd for her right now that it was now disrupted by the sudden visit.


She gulped a bit, wondering if it was appropriate. "..I-It's alright... n-nevermind." every single time she stuttered, she was cursing god knows who. It was out of her composure, and it seems like it was his fault all the time. She scratched her cheek slightly with her finger as she looked away with a blush and a tilt of her head. If you would look closely and observe, Xeirelle is a very expressive woman. She mains on her gestures, and her body language and eyes gave away her discomfort very clearly. It's like another person, her switching, maybe she's the bipolar one. Who knows?


Right now though it seems like she's at war with herself, if she doesn't bath, that's disgusting, if she does, will she be a nuisance? wait a minute why is she even over thinking? Ok, ok, so you do like the man, so what? SNAP OUT OF IT! "...T-though I do need to shower..." she mentally slapped herself. DON'T SOUND DEMANDING!


And now she was lost, and she looked helpless, it seems like her logical reasoning was beating her up and her body is now bloody confused to what the bloody hell should it do.


And she involuntarily did something..


She covering her face and tilted her head as she blushed like she was heating up, like a teapot on full heat and... "N-nyuuu..."...she was trying to say 'No', it came out as 'nyu' a cute kitten like way of saying it, in her mind she thought she said 'Oh bloody hell..' but no..


It went the other way....


And when she realized it she froze.


Now she doesn't know what to do so she froze. She didn't even peek through her fingers anymore.


Someone kill me....

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

She gaped... staring as she looking at the lovely marvels. She wondered if she just entered the palace.


She now wonders if he had an identity crisis thing..


She gulped and looked to see he left and close the door. She sighed a bit and--HOLY DAMN IS THAT A DIAMOND MIRROR!?!?!?


She move back against the PEARL MARBEL WALLS..


WHAT IS THIS PLACE...


ITS TOO FANCY TO BE A BATHROOM..


"A..are you sure this is a bathroom!?"


She called out to him. Voice higher than usual.

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

She gave a soft sigh as she took ten minutes to take in all the fancies...she havent seen fancies in such a long time...


She slowly started to remove her clothes and let it drop to the floor.. at her back there were long...whip scars....down to her spine's base...


Her hair flowed as she walked into the tub that was now filled with warm water...she gave a long and soft warm sigh as she blushes at this..it felt blissful even more...she loved it in a way... as she sung softly the song they danced earlier... she gently giggled a bit involuntarily... resting her head back to the tub she looked at the ceiling...soft painting of the sky...


"Beau.." she breathes out softly... letting Hestia rest at the bottom of the tub..glowing ever so softly..


Perhaps she could have a time of real leisure when shes here...


It wont be so bad..right?..

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

Just after bathing... she got up and dried herself. The ceremonies done her skin was whiter when now cleaned though still milk and peaches.. her hair was whiter now and her lips were redder. She only wore her long linen dress shirt and her shorts...cleaning up the area she didnt even notice she left her glove at the dinner table.


She went to the tub and picked up hestia. Now wearing it around her neck with the real deadman's whistle. Folding her clothes. Proper is always refined! Is what the women in the manor taught her.


She walked out in a peek..and blinked while walking over to him...she slowly tilted her head in curious.


He was asleep...


...breathing so slowly she didnt know why she was drawn to draw him on parchement...


She havent been this close to watching someone sleep before ....


Unless... of course..they are dead..

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

She slowly blinked..she blinked again and tilted her head.


She went to sit beside him and lean closer to watch him...moving around a bit..she blinked five times before tilting her head again. Was she studying him. Yes she was studying him. Because this was the first time she cant deduct if he was heavy or not. Light or not....


She looked around... then back at him. The suit..he was still wearing it .. she sighed. That was improper. Gazing her stained glass eyes at him ..she felt warmth in her cheeks. She cleared her throat a bit and placed a hand on his chest patting him gently as she leans closer...some locks of white silk of her hair tickled his forehead.


"Voleur....voleur..wake up...you are not undressed...it isnt proper."


She softly whispered.


Proper is refinement.


She keeps on to it.

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

She stared....


THIS WAS NOT PROPER!


She arguied against herself and mumbled darkly as she crossed her arms and pouted.... .


It was so odd to her...well.


.she never shared a room with someone...so of course it would be. Cut the girl some slack ...but somehow she appears to maybe have some OCD.


Deciding against it...she moved out of the bed...then went to pace back and forth with her hands at her back as if she were a man. Thinking on this self titled predicament.


She looked back at him.


She could remove it.


But what if he wakes?


No way.


She walked back...and sighed. Shaking her head and putting the blankets on him with a huff deciding to let it be.


She went to lay on the bedside ...beside him. It felt odd and awkward. She didnt want to go alone to the guests rooms.


She might trigger a trap. Since he said earlier about the possible secrets of the house in warnings....


She sighs softly as she curled up looking quite small..


Odd..


It was a lot more comfy..

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

She froze.. hey look.. the overly thinking girl just froze. Why? Well let's say this ARM was heavy, AND not to mention it was a male's arm and not just any male. It was Voleur's arm, which instantly made herself flush once more to her own dismay, she was shaking slightly as her eyes were wide.


She could move it..


SHE COULD MOVE THE ARM..


But well see..there's this small arm..


She doesn't want to...


Oddly enough, the arm was arm enough due to body temperature, it was strong and heavy. Perhaps to carry such heavy loads at his free time perhaps. Her stained glass eyes just dazzled but they were in wide panic yet astonishment. How heavy could this man sleep exactly? How long can he still remain at this mode? Had he moved it in will? She listened closely... tilting her head slightly, unknowingly moving closer.


His heart beat and breathing was in slow sync, the warmth he emminated was more than how she felt it during the dance, it only proves he was asleep. So this was involuntarily, yet this wasn't.


Yes.. yes this wasn't proper.. it wasn't proper. Her brain was screaming 'The bloody hell are you doing!? Shrug him off! shove him off! go on! go on! he is violating space!' but then again, she argued with herself, wasn't the very fact she went on this bed. Wasn't it like whatever happens here isn't his fault but hers?


Also she was in his domain. His territory, she was a guest. A GUEST.


SHE HAS NO POWER HERE.


SHE PALED


THIS WASN'T PROPER.


SHE WAS SUPPOSE TO BE THE ONE DOMINATING HERE SHE HAD NOW JUST BROUGHT HERSELF INTO A HOLE.


A HOLE SHE HAS TO SUBMIT.


OR LET THINGS SLIDE.


OUT OF HER CONTROL.


NO WAIT IT WAS HER CONTROL.


BUT THIS WAS.


WAS.WASWASWASWASWASWAS.


She could've sworn her head bursts into steam from thinking and thing, she already felt a headache coming on.. if that throbbing sensation in her chest wasn't much of an annoyance than it was.. She took in a breath, her eyes gazed at him as her cheeks became roses of pink in milk peaches. Her lips parted slightly, and she bit her bottom lip slightly and gently.. she decided to maybe..perhaps.. move his hand away.. but you like it No no no of course nor Come on woman,lady, little girl, admit it, you love the feeling You're being ridiculous, this isn't proper, sto- Since when did good things become proper?


Wantings?


Desires?


Aspirations?


Not all of them are proper...





But.. but I... You're scared?...


Of course you are...





She slowly placed her hand to his arm.. and only slightly.. move it.. but.. she paused.. and she let her hand stay lingering on holding his arm.. her eyes softened...


..Perhaps.. being improper wasn't so bad..just for one night..


Maybe just this once.. she can go... and violate her own rules..


For a change..

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

She paused even more when she heard him, slowly blinking, she found herself chuckling softly. Indeed, it seems like he wasn't reacting at all, a heavy sleeper he was. She didn't know why, her mind have told her to go against it, but the heart and mind never really went together, which was why they were part. She went closer, and closer to him till she was just enough to see his face quite better now, there was still a gap between their faces. But now she just laid there.


She found herself relaxed, his scent was just so soothing, more than chamomile tea. It made her blush, it was a man's scent, she never was this close, well, properly. It was confusing now to what was proper to her, but maybe the fact she was only with a man on bed just laying down in peace and serenity, was more than lovely than anything else that could happen with the given scenario. She softly smiled, and chuckled softly hoping she won't wake him, but then again, he was a heavy sleeper.


She couldn't help it when she saw his peaceful expression, she slowly moved her hand, her knuckles now gently caressing his smooth soft cheek, her eyes went on a gaze even more, she somehow played along. "..Could you get them for me?.. I still have to brew more tea.." she softly whispered to him, wondering if he would answer back. She found it, precious in a way.


She found herself enjoying this moment as her eyes were too soft that it looked like she was sleepy, it emphasized how long her lashes were, it would be a wonder why she did not model in any placed. "..Bring them onto the counter for me.." she added.. her knuckled still against his warm cheek.. she had forgotten the weight of his arm at her side...


Oddly.. she felt...how can you say this..


Protected..and safe in here...safer than her own sanctuary with no human conversations with no human interaction..


Is this what isolation does to you..?


..Or was it... the same.. cheesy and oh so lovely cliche`?..


Love?.. She had fallen didn't she?


It was too late now...


She had fallen for the foxxe...

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

Actually Xirelle took her sweet time just watching him.. and gave a soft giggle when he said something in reply. Good Lord what was he dreaming about right now? She would only sigh softly, bowing her head slightly as she curled up to him, she was embraced with warmth.. and so far that was just good enough..


Smiling softly, her eyes closed at the feeling, and it was a really good feeling indeed. She became indulged till she found herself drifting away..


And she had fallen asleep..


Unfortunately... unlike him.. she did not dream of aspirations, the future, or any other random things.


She dreamed about the past...


She dreamed about murders...


And she dreamed about a lot of things.. that shouldn't have happened before. Yet she made no indication, the scariest thing about her is that she was breathing so quietly and slowly, and softly that it looked like she wasn't breathing at all.


And so the night went on... and on...


Her body clock ready to wake up early... she made no note to why he tired easily... for she was tired too.


Today had been.. a long...long day...A long and eventful day..


And she knew work was going to drag her away from a sweet haven tomorrow.. so she decided to retire as well..


She's pretty sure her co-workers didn't mind the sudden skip..hm?..


+++


Though, unknowingly, down into the alleys.. a deep wrenched crooked smile came with jagged teeth and a bloodied jaw..


His shadow lingered.


His song was sweet..


The dead body of a young man...


..Tainted in crimson....

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

She groaned....


She really disliked alarm clocks..


Probably the only type of clock she actually hates.....


Tossing and turning slowly a bit, she was suddenly made aware of everything as her eyes slowly opened.. her stained glass eyes shined from the light as the colours from the light bouncing against her eyes reflected to her surroundings. She turned her head to him, recalling why she was here before giving a violent outburst. She slowly moved out of the bed and instinctly, to an odd way since she had never done this before, tucked him bed once again and got up..


Her routine.


Proper is refinement!


Walking sleepily to the bathroom, she didn't even notice she dropped Hestia to the floor and got inside... it wasn't long.. before she came out refreshed. She looked like a sleepy zombie somehow, or something like that, her body had to adjust, the surrounding was very new, she wasn't used to being in a different place in the morning besides the hospital.


Where else did she go?..


She went downstairs, she had good memory, so she retraced back to the kitchen taking the back up steps they had.


Finally appearing at the kitchen, she shook her head a bit to wake herself, she started to bring out the ribbon that hanged around the collar area and tied her hair up. Grabbing a black apron hanging on a hook not far, she hugged a bit as she slaps her hands gently on both cheeks to wake herself up. It would be a sign of thank you, somehow, if she would make breakfast. Now already preparing, she made a mental note to check on his hand if her ointment did work.


Of course it work.


Whatever she makes, always, works!


As she started to prepare mushroom cream chowder, she turned her eyes to the small window to her right, seeing the delivery boy talking to some neighbors infront of a golden gate. The news papers... she wondered...


She wondered if the press was once again.. fond of using red ink?...

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

"Bonjour.."


Would be the first greeting she would say as her eyes shifted to the other pot already, her other hand stirred the chowder she made, while her right hand went to control the knob heat of the stove. She slowly lifted her leg, yes, her leg. Her long leg folded up as if she was ready to kick something off the counter, this would perhaps give away she was a gymnast before from her flexibility, or maybe she was just that flexible. She knocked over two condiments that she had accurately calculated to be in position. It knocked each other off and rolled, the pepper and salt now tabbed off the small shelf edge , falling onto the saucer dish below it. She was just moving naturally as if she were at home, a small tad odd, since she was used to pressing here and there for some cogs and gizmos. She slowly put her long leg down and let go of the knob she as adjusting, now getting the saucer and started to sprinkle some onto the chowder and onto the smoke beef steak at the other pot that somehow, she made it perform like a steamer. "..I helped myself to use some meat at your small cooler system chamber." she gestured to where she got it from without looking at him, "..Along with some ingredients as well I got from the pantry...".. she slowly looked over her shoulder.


Finally noticing how groggy he looked, reviewing her observations early of heavy footsteps would somewhat entail he wasn't a morning person at all She only gave a soft chuckle to this, to herself though. She finally put the lid on the beef steak that steamed in salsa, turning as her hand turned off the stove for the chowder, she went to the dish cabinet and got over some...


Expensive..plates...


Well..


...Posh...posh everywhere.. she thought as she took a bowl, a smaller plate then the main dish plate, forks, spoons and knives. She balanced them all to one hand as she went over to take some glasses for water. Because it is essential to have water as the first drink you'll take once you wake up for better blood circulation.


She walked over to him on the table, and started to set up the table, putting down first the main dish, then the smaller dish followed by the bowl and the rest followed on as she just softly hummed to herself.


In way somehow, she moved in perfect procedure and precision. As if everything else has to be precise, orderly...


Proper...


Proper is refinement!


Is what she would now just commonly and not constantly, tell herself that.


Though in the back of her mind.. she wondered..


The work she will have to return till would proba-...


Sirens...


She paused hearing it as she lifted her head to listen, it was ascending............ then it descended.....


The police car just passed by, along with a few more others she made a count of 3. She frowned a bit, "..Looks like James is looking for me." she softly said and sighed, already know her time would be limited but.. still. She has to eat with him for she can't be rude to suddenly leave without the proper thank you, and she has to make sure if his hand perfectly healed due to her theory.


Though it was rare for James, her co-worker, to suddenly be coming...


It must be for this Jack The Ripper case..

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

That..


Really...


Pissed her off.....


She suddenly stopped moving and went to the stove and shut it off. Angrily. And she felt entirely embarassed. Huffing she scoffed and turned to slam the pot hard making a loud noise to it as she growled slightly. "Well sorry for that."


She turned and walked out of the kitchen...grabbing her glove and coat to the door while ruffling her hair in such irritation and embarassement.


It was rude. To her. And she doesnt care if he wasnt a morning person.

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

" WHO GIVES A DAMN ABOUT BREAKFAST?!" She yelled out to him in a huge snarl, yes, she was pissed off, embarassed, hurt in a way that she actually slammed his front door shut as if it were to bring the whole house down.


Never... piss off a girl who likes you..or loves you... or either of the two..


And who made breakfast for you...


And spent the night with you..


In your house..


And that you kissed...(not to mention you just met her yesterday..)


In a sensual dance....


Did I mention she had a huge World War III, IV and V in her head ?...


Yeah..


She walked through his front of the house on the lawn, stepping on news paper drenched with red fonts of Jack The Ripper.. she huffed and greatly frowned, if you listening closely she was whimpering or whining like a hurt puppy..

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

It was around noon time since then.


And it was already hectic.


Xirelle was sitting at her office. Papers flying everywhere with folders..files all over her floor and desk with the chief of police wincing infront of her. Along with a few other detectives.


She glared at them with her stained glass eyes. "What do you mean..no...evidence?.."


"W...we cou--"


"NO EXCUSES." She growled. Slamming her hand down the table with a shake of her head. Sighing at this..


Weren't they a part of France's finest? The two young men looked at each other uneasily and then looked at her with a sigh...


Jack the Ripper's murders were an irony..


Grotesquely gruesome yet..


Clean.

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

It was hell within the Police Department, what position was Xirelle? No one really knows exactly, everyone does know she's a private investigator. And once in a blue moon she comes in, only to deal with the most baffling cases of this country. Though she is given a looked down upon feature, it all changes when you see her in person.


Why?


Because she's a woman. Egotistical men were homed in this place, along with men with the idea logic of men are more capable than women. She frankly doesn't given a damn.


Once she is in her office she's different, she 's quite cruel, when she starts speaking they can't keep up. And her mind was too fast, "This is what you all are capable of?" she raised a brow bringing the two men before her in shame. "I have been gone for one day... and you bring me nothing?"


"B-But ma'am... you weren't there to faci-"


"Don't you have the leads of the investi. here? Or the Chief of police to help in the area? Where's your chief? you're the one right? Why are you whinning at me like a baby just because I'm not around?" She also has a sharp tongue, but no one dares to sabotage her work. Why? Because.. in the first place, they can't understand her writing. They can't go near her in terms of violence if any prick planned on anything, she sent many men to the hospital with broken rips and burnt off chests. No one knows how. Though..


Little did she know, the man with the Chief, still suspects her somehow...


She was one of the well known personas in this department..


And also... the most mysterious..


Hours later, she finally dismissed herself. Walking down the aisle where police men and other detectives transferring files here and there would jaw drop on the way she walked, like she was on the cat walk. Obviously, she was well raised, she was not strutting shamelessly, it was obvious to how she brought herself.


Confidence.


Proud.


Intelligence.


Skill.


Proper is refinement!


Such was taught to her by the lady of the manor, before BlackForth were brutally massacred years ago.


Leaving the building she was now out on the streets, she wasn't too fond of cars and all, she rather walked. Till one honked their horn from behind, and she looked over her shoulder.


A young dirty blonde man, handsome with eyes of deep sea foam and green mint, he was wearing a suit without the jacket and top hat, nearly like what Voleur wore.


Her eyes softened slightly when she suddenly remembered him..


But she scoffed and set up her walls instantly when the man got out and closed his door, leaning against the car with his arm over the top of the car, folded and smirked. "Well well...well...~"


She slowly turned to him.. sighing softly as she had her head high.


"James.." she tiredly gave recognition as the young man smirked even more and leaned off the car as he came over to her, bowing like a gentleman with an invisible hat.


Then finally clasping his red gloves. "Vonsoiy, nademoitelle..." he said though he really had a bad accent in french, he still made an effort. It was difficult though, to pinpoint his accent.


She only gave a small smile, he did try, tried but it wasn't good enough. Sighing she only shook her head, partially because she didn't realize it was closing to 6:30 p.m. already. "...d-"


She paused though..


he was slowly cornering her to a pole..


He smirked...


..She only glared...

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

Small talks.. ever so small whispers.. as the people just pass by them like they were the black and white at the coloured place. Or was it the reverse? She huffed, crossing her arms as she rested her back against the pole. Looking up at him with her stained glass eyes, he said some sweet nothings as his knuckles gently caressed her face. But she grabbed it tightly, his wrist, though, very, very tightly. He only growled at her, and raised his brows with a smirk, playing around. "...You weren't at your house...~"


"I was away." she quickly said, ignoring her mind making her remember her yesterday with the fox. Her eyes looked away, as she scowled at the empty space. "And no I won't explain." she said when he was about to say something, his mouth open comically, he only chuckled softly as he stood upright with another smirk. Crossing his arms as he tapped his foot down the pavement while tilting his head, his pushed up bangs having a stray rebellious lock that gently kissed his pale white forehead.


"...Well I just found it rare... you barely leave."


"I went to do something."


"Wha-"


"-I already said I won't explain." she snarled at him like she was a black cat, but he growled back playfully as if he was mocking her habits.


She was irked, as her right hand starts to tighten her left glove, this gesture instantly set off an alarm to James. Now moving back slightly though not obviously alerted, he blended it with his actions, it was somewhat hard what he was, what he worked as exactly. When it was vague though, there was only one answer.


Her partner in the case. One of the few men who could actually understand her. He was her Dr. Watson, at least, that's what everyone claims them to be, like some kind of pairing, like some kind of title metaphors here and there, nick names and such.


She was Holmes, he was Dr. Watson.


She was the black cat, and he was the playful Chesire.


Like how she was the Hound, and Voleur was the Fox.


How she was the mouse, when he was the ca--WAIT WAIT WAIT--- Why did it suddenly come back to the thought of that man!?


She suddenly flustered red at her own thinking, making James blink suddenly, now instantly looking back to what he said when he was actually babbling about during her own thoughts. He began to believe he finally made her blush, he wished, though.


She turned around suddenly and walked away, her eyes went into soften, then back to being hard, she was trying to fight the feelings for now. She didn't want to lose her cold and strong facade.


Not in the streets.


Not at this time.


Not with James.


Because women are quite vulnerable at the streets in this time.


Besides..


'Men are much more frightening...than women...my dear..'


The memory.. the lady of the Blackforth manor.. would softly tell her... as her voice faded into her mind.


Why..?


..Because that's how it was..


That's why she can't be soft.

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

And that by chance came... when the loud James came along.


"Oh come on Holmes!" James called out, his nickname for her usually as he jogged towards her. Xirelle was just walking to the next turn on the street, not so far from the tunnel as she closed her eyes and sighed in irritation.


"Not now James, and get back, you'll leave your car." She said turning her head to look over her shoulder. "There are things I still have to do. .. right? Now shoo." rolling her eyes back she started to pace, getting faster and faster. James only huffed, being the persistent one and less obedient than the real Dr. Watson, he continued on. His eyes though, emeralds would catch a glimpse of a child with money in his hand. That bill, was a fresh brand new bill from the bank. He started to wonder where it came from, perhaps the child stole it? Because there was a slight less chance that someone gave it to him.


This is a greedy country.


Xirelle noticed this too, her eyes scanned. It increases somehow, she took her pace faster and faster till she turned sharply to the next corner and her hair swayed. She paused for a moment when she saw..


Voleur?


He was now giving money to a small child, who giggled and hugged his leg gleefully, a little girl. She turned and ran while waving back at him, "Tank chu mistuw!" she said in her own cute way gratefully. The little girl only held it closely in her small grey hands and ran passed Xirelle, and left James baffled and a bit shock to see the action of the man.


Her stained glass softened... she slowly relaxed and crossed her arms. "....Well... this is a pleasant sight.."


It sounded sarcastic but...


You know it's true.

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

She slowly blinked... James only looked over her shoulder with a snicker, "...'ey he must be one of those Fancies.."


She slowly turned her head to him with the most demonic glare ever because she really.......really.................really... hated the Black Diamond Fancies.


The Black Diamond Fancies are what other people call those posh men and women who goes to the most dirtiest parts of town. Not the brightest and nicest people you'll meet, they're tainted, however their money could just get you anywhere. They are also a damn good source of information, they were always the last resort for her when it comes to Data collection. Frowning at this, she argued not to follow him. Still irritated from this morning.. however...


What if he was just a con?


Trying to trick her heart so that he can get anything he wants from her?


She didn't want false accusations, and so, she followed him. Silently like dead silence, James was blinking, quite astonished as he quickly followed. Yelling at her in his hushed whisper. "..Woman are you mad?.. You do remember what happened to you there last week..! "


Xirelle paused for a moment...


Her eyes slowly softened.. as she would remember the sudden tunnel going downwards. Perhaps.. perhaps i-


Nah, she's going off.


"Relle!!" James called out, his eyes widened.. what the?


He groaned while holding his head and ran after her. "Relle come back!!"

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

The shadows were her best clothes and disguise right now. When she had followed him, her eyes scanned every single area so closely and calmly as computations flowed in her mind. Already knowing what every person was like. His or her status, occupation, habit and etc. It was a habit for her. One of her defense mechanism towards people.


James wasnt away. He was right beside her as his playful smirk was gone. His eyes narrowed at Voleur. So she followed him? Who was he? What was his significance here? To her?


If Xirelle actually used her time to chase and track someone down. Either that person interested her, that person's dangerous or she knew that person.


But somehow..it was always the second option.


"...You know him dont you..?" He whispered. "...or is he a suspect?"


"Your first was correct." She said in a hush tone as her stained glass eyes seemed to glow in the dark.. she was thankful that there are people there. Covering her eyes every now and then..


She really did wonder. Why was here? His body language had no discomfort what so ever. People cheered in expectation and anticipation.


He was known here..


But...why was he in this kind of place?.....


Was he a fighter after all?

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

The crowd went wild with insane excitement and adrenaline. Some cussing and booing but it was common. James had to grip onto Xirelle's shoulder to pull her away slightly so that they'll be against the wall.


The both took a breath as Xirelle's eyes widened slowly amongst the spaces alloted by the crowd as she was watching everything..


What was this?


A fighting competition?


With the names and all. Was this somewhat a free style? Or was it something else?


"James...what is this?.."


"...I am not so sure myself.."


Their voices were so small compared to the roaring ocean of fans alike...


...What was Voleur doing here?...

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

James and Xirelle just stared..............


Why.. did they somehow.... suspected.. this?...


James was facepalming.. and Xirelle smirked, raising a brow as she crossed her arms, her hips in a sway. She found it very interesting, James huffed only. Thinking she would have the same reaction, he looked at her expectingly but no, she wasn't doing the same thing he did, or at least hinted that she was odded by this. "..You're serious?"


"It's better than stupid fights." She scoffed at him, momentarily pushed his face away when he momentarily moved his face closer to hers from the side. She didn't like fighting rings, she found boxing an uninteresting sport to be frank, she didn't like it when people beat each other up in a violent sport, and people actually like that? She appreciates fencing competitions and the like, but boxing and wrestling disgusted her in a way. It was barbaric, blooding each other for what? No promotion tests, it was for sport? Sport??


She leaned her back against the wall, as she shifted her eyes expectingly to Voleur, wondering what he'll do. Or rather, say.


James just stared her with the face saying Woman are you bloody serious? Shaking his head as his gloved red hand massaged his forehead, he just leans on the wall space behind her as the crowd basically just goes wild with insane excitement once aga--Wow there's goes a scream of a fangirl.


She actually chuckled, she found it amusing in a way. Oh wow....


But admist the crowd.... she felt a sudden.. sting...


In her head and stomach.. and she felt a bit hazy... she didn't show it, she just rested the back of her head to the wall. Now that she remembered.. she didn't eat breakfast. And knowing her illness...


She should have never skipped it.


But right now that wasn't important (according to her)..


She wanted to watch him.

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

She gave a soft chuckle as everyone else just roared, a lot louder than the last competitor. She smiles softly, still trying to stay a bit more as James was facepalming all the way...


The next thing you'll know it, he was banging his head on the wall when she still looked lovestruck. She had a thing for these things, on how someone could use their speech skills and word use in such an artful way. Though she had forgotten what were these called, some other places call it rap battles? She wasn't so sure how to call this though. It was bloody posh in some way, mostly because Voleur was always bursting in his own charisma. The girls would melt in every word he says, and when he looks onto the crowd. Some women fought over who he was looking over at.


The men on the other hand, though a few rolled their eyes when they couldn't put a leash on their lovers, cheered for him, impressed in such way he was calm and less more in your face literally kind of thing.


But sadly, the haziness she had in her head wasn't letting her stay as much as she wanted to. Though she was pushing it. She wanted to see where it goes...


But her stomach was killing her and eating her, and her head was aching heavily. James's eyes shifted as he looked at her from the corner of his eye. Instantly on alert, he looked at her. "Relle?" he called out to her. And she was already breathing, the place was filled with people, thus, more carbon dioxide, thus, more heat. The sense of discomfort rose. It wasn't long before she finally slid off the wall and James grabbed hold of her with wide eyes, now lifting her up to his chest, letting her lean on him. He turned his back to the view and looked at her in alert, placing his hand on her forehead.. and found his glove soaked.


Cold sweat. Her eyes were slowly starting to look obscured, grey, her eyes were turning greyish lilac, or pale lilac. He paled, that wasn't a good sign. "M-medication... Relle where's your medication!?"


Her eyes rolled, not because she was annoyed, but she was slowly getting out of it. "...~.>~...~..>~" she was saying things in french murmurs, indicating that she clearly didn't have her injection with her.


James growled at this, "Stupid girl." and instantly lifted her off her feet and carried her out in a rush as her arm swayed, and her head tilted limply. She felt like she was going to throw up now.


Her eye sight went black and white..


...Shame.. she really wanted to see how it'll end..


She made a funny mental note to stalk him again for a change...

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

James walked nearest to the alley mouths. As he carried her in his arms. "Agh did you lose more weight again??" He complained as he finally got into one alley. And laid her down gently..looking at her she was breathing heavily...and was deathly pale.


"Please tell me somewhere on you ..you got your injections!" He panicked kneeling beside her as he looked through her pockets...but ...


There was nothing...empty...she whimpered and turned to her side...curling up and cringing...she was holding her stomach.


"R..relle!" He paled..he was now at her coat. Shaking it hoping something comes out till..


A glass injection dropped and rolled. His eyes widened as he dropped the coat and grabbed the injection that looked like a sharp crystal letter opener or dagger. "Found it!!"

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

James's eyes widened, before his mind registered he was tackled and the injection rolled out of his hand and onto the side of Xirelle who was curled up and holding her head, now the pain transferred to her head, she was now having the burning sensation in her eyes.


James let out a loud painful groan, cringing to look why he was in pain, it happened all too fast, only then did he realize he was against the cobble stone so hard. His hand was gripping at the man's wrist, it was a good thing his reflexes were still kicking. In some direction he knew the man was going to aim for the chest, no way was that going to happen, he wasn't going to get killed by some random guy in a weird mask bandana yelling out things, he growled painfully, Jack? THE FUCK'S JACK?


"MY NAME'S JAMES YOU SCOUNDREL!" He snapped at him as he brought out his other hand grabbing the bicep of Voleur and gripped hard, his fingers unto the pressure points giving a numbing paint forcing him to let go of his dagger, he used the rest of his remaining strength to throw Voleur onto the wall just nearest to where Xirelle laid. He snarled at him, he was built and these cases weren't new to him. Slowly rolling to his side, getting up quickly as he panted heavily. Whoever this guy was, he knew how to slam someone hard unto the ground. A few areas on his back just hit hard on some broken small rocks... well damn.


Though.....


What made him snap the most is that the fact he saw the glass injection slowly.. just slowly leaking. And he had overwhelming fear as his eyes widened. He looked at Voleur with a fiery glare in his eyes. "Look what you did!!--the Medicine is leaking from the injection!! She needs that!" he ran over to the fallen injection.. it was shattered.. the fluid was everywhere.. it was a fluid that looked like melted stained glass. His eyes went into a glare as he looked at Voleur. "She's going to die because of YOU!"


Xirelle was just panting heavily, she can' register anything, she heard noises, was that Voleur? Voleur?? Voleur! but she couldn't speak. Oh god.. James..!? what's going on!? sacrebleu!!


James quickly ran to her side and dropped to his knees, shaking, his hands were shaking, he was no doctor. "...R-Relle.. .. Relle please hold on just a bit more...!!" he begged desperately as he saw her eyes were near to closing.