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treacherous

By Treacher

Mystery

Prologue: Deadly, Innocent

Tonight, little Lucy wore all black clothes.

It wasn't like she usually wore colorful and flowery and glittery clothes anyway. The fact that she didn't wear a long-sleeved dress, or a coat, or even a pair of boots, was actually quite normal for her. She was wearing a sleeveless, black dress with black lace on the hem. A black bandana on her head, keeping her bangs out of her face. The black clothes matched her surroundings quite well as she needs the tiniest attention that could lead to a problem.

But her shoulder-length blond hair stood out. She should have dyed it black from the start.

Oh well..

Another thing that stood out from her was her pale white skin. It created such a contrast color with her dark dress. A long solid thing was dragged, as she didn't have much energy to carry it behind her back. It was heavy and she was only a ten-year-old girl, who had a skinny body and weak arms.

Or so what peoples thought of her.

The little girl walked slowly, each step was heavy. As the cold wind brushed her gothic-like dress, her mind was wandering away. Her gaze was empty, doe-like eyes were all dull brown-colored. No, she wasn't just walking home from a cemetery. And it wasn't like someone she knew had just passed away either.

The moon was hidden behind the thick, gray clouds. Tonight's sky was cloudy and had this cold purple color, as if mourning over someone's death. Little Lucy lifts her head and stared at the boulevard ahead. The lamp posts illuminating the big road dimly. Crushed leaves made echoing sound under her feet as she walked at the same slow speed. On a three-story building on her left, a sound of a baby's cry could be heard softly. Seconds later, the baby's cry stopped as his mother sings a little song;

London Bridge is falling down,

Falling down, falling down,

London Bridge is falling down,

My fair lady,

Little Lucy stopped her walks.

She recognized, in fact, she knew the song, the lyrics, so well. It was a song that could lull babies to a deep, peaceful slumber and send them to the dreamland. A simple song filled with playful lyrics. A song which reminded her of a woman whom she loved so dearly and still loved. A song, which was powerful enough to make her heart, beats faster.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Build it up with wood and clay,

Wood and clay, wood and clay,

Build it up with wood and clay,

My fair lady,

The woman was now holding her baby softly and kissed the baby's plump cheeks lovingly. The little girl leaned against a broken lamp post. Her gaze was like envied the baby. From the open-curtained window, Lucy saw it all; the woman's love towards her baby as she spun the baby. The woman then placed the sleeping baby in a cradle with a set toy of yellow stars and a crescent moon hung low from the ceiling, right above the baby's cradle.

A smile crept to her face. She walked slowly towards the window. The woman saw her and couldn't hide her confused expression. The auburn-haired woman jumped when the little girl outside her apartment talked from the window.

"Good evening, ma'am," she greeted. Her smile didn't waver ever so slightly. "I'm sorry to disturb you around this hour, but may I listen to your song once again?" she asked carefully. The woman stared at her with a brow raised and a face that was indicating suspicion. "I was walking back to my house when I heard the song. It reminds me about my late mother."

The woman gasped a little as her suspiciousness towards the little girl melted away. Her face filled with concern and pity. Her motherly instinct kicked out. Wordlessly, she nodded then started to sing once again.

London Bridge is falling down,

Falling down, falling down,

London Bridge is falling down,

My fair lady,

Build it up with wood and clay,

Wood and clay, wood and clay,

Build it up with wood and–

SLASH

"Build it up with wood and clay, my fair lady."


Ryu Yoshii walked back to his room with his butler helping him walk. He was, obviously, a powerful man; owning such a big, five star hotel. Such world class hotel, he successfully built at the young age of 35. After gaining trust from peoples, he expands the hotel throughout the continent of Fiore.

That was twenty-five years ago, though.

His current state was almost worth pities. At his old age, he managed to convince his one and only son to continue the business. Now, he was only a sick old man who needs attention from doctors and needs friend to talk with.

And that friend, of all people, he chose this little girl.

As they reached the old man's room, he dismissed his butler, saying that he wanted to rest. His trembling hand reached the door knob and turned it. With his weary eyes, he scanned the whole room before walked in.

He took a pipe made from the finest wood and filled it with tobacco. Minutes later, the wrinkly old man had sat on his favorite soft sofa by the big bed. "I already told you, Jiisan, that smoking is doing bad for your lungs," a girly, childish voice rang from a corner.

"Ah, you almost make my heart stop, you know," he joked as he put the pipe on a table beside him. "Want me to switch the light on?"

"Nuh-uh, I like this better," she replied. "Besides, isn't this romantic? We, together, sitting in front of each other, illuminated by the moonlight." The old man laughed softly, then reached towards the girl's head and ruffled her hair. "Jiisan, I brushed my hair neatly this time as I promised to you yesterday."

By the tone, Ryu could see the little girl in front of him was pouting. He chuckled, then ran his wrinkled fingers through her soft locks. The elder of Yoshii family was treating this girl like his own granddaughter. He knew that the girl would deny it, since she was too proud of being owned by someone. After all, she was a free-spirited girl. And as much as he wanted to adopt her, he would rather watch her from afar than to keep her as a family of his.

As long as this child smiling, he was fine.

Um.. No. He was not a pedophile.

And she did not love him that way.

"Jiisan, you should rest," the girl said softly. Her soft voice echoed the silent room. "Don't forget to take the medicine, okay? Good night, jiisan. I'll go home now."

Ryu watched the girl, from the corner of his eyes, left his room. After a soft sound of 'click' from the door, he took his medicine and went straight to bed. But he didn't fall asleep right away. As much as he felt his tired body, he couldn't, but he did close his eyes.

Click

"What is it?" he asked, eyes still closed as he heard the door opened.

"I forgot something,"

The old man opened his eyes, only to see a little girl in front of him, a small hand on his left-chest. "What did you forget?" He asked shakily. Fear crept to him as he saw the girl smiled a grotesque smile. A pair of eyes widened in surprise when he felt a sharp pain on his chest.

A soft smile appeared on her face. "I'm sorry, but I need to– I must do this," Tears fell from her left eye but her smile was as soft as ever. "Your heart, sir."

Or maybe she did not love him at all.

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