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Going Back

By Nox

Adventure / Mystery

Flight 645 to Heathrow

“Flight 645 to Heathrow, please start boarding now. That’s Flight 645 to Heathrow, please start boarding now.”

Koujo Lin started slightly as someone nudged him, startling him from his meditation. He looked up to see Noll staring at him.

“Come on. I don’t want to be late.”

Koujo rolled his neck and stood up gracefully from his seat on the floor.

Noll was going back home today, and Lin, as usual, had to go with him. Madoka was coming as well, for Gene’s funeral, before going back to Japan.

Noll looked tired, well, more tired than usual. But that was only to be expected after finding your older twin brothers body, and then having to survive an interrogation by his employees and co-workers.

Koujo grabbed his bag and started to walk towards the plane, Noll following. He had always used to hate it when Noll interrupted his mediation, but now, he was simply used to it. Besides, Oliver knew that Lin needed to meditate. It cleared the mind, and helped control emotions. Oliver led the way towards the security gate, dodging the crowds of people, Koujo following close behind. He noticed the approving glances that girls shot towards Noll, but, as usual, the emotionally stunted teen never noticed. Koujo shook his head slightly.

Madoka had mentioned to Luella, Oliver’s adoptive mother, that Noll had taken an interest to a girl. It took all of Madoka, Martin Davis and Koujo’s persuasion skills to stop Luella from boarding the next flight to Japan to meet her.

“Are you intending to stand there all day?” The sarcastic jab sliced through Koujo’s train of thought. He shook his head, meeting his friends glare.

“No, I’m coming.” Oliver turned around, and walked through the security gate. Koujo rolled his eyes, and followed.

“And we really need to talk about your manners, or lack of thereof.” He muttered under his breath.


Oliver Davis shifted slightly in his chair. He didn’t like flying first class, so he’d asked Lin to get business class tickets. As usual, Lin had done a great job getting them. Noll sat in his usual window seat, while Lin had the seat next to him.

Noll never understood why Lin was continuously typing on his laptop. He had assumed, once, that Lin was reporting to Professor Davis Snr., but that idea went out the window when he saw how much work Lin was actually doing.

Not only was he finishing a six-year course on Parapsychology, Computer Science and Folklore, but he was also designing websites for BSPR. Right now, though, Lin was playing solitaire, waiting for their flight to land in Heathrow.

Oliver wished that sometimes Lin would just talk to him, instead of immersing himself into the digital world. Anything to keep his thoughts off...her.

His somewhat annoying assistant; with her habit of recklessly throwing herself into danger. The way her brown eyes would be on fire when she was mad with him. Well, her eyes weren’t exactly brown; more of a cinnamon colour. Her hair wasn’t exactly brown either, more of a mix of brown and a light red.

Dear Lord, you really are hopeless, Noll. Don’t think about her.’

He looked at the page that he had been reading for the past 3 hours, the words still refusing to stay on the page and be read. Oliver gave up in frustration and shut the book, choosing instead to look out the window at the seemingly endless expanse of sky.

Slowly, the roar of the engine faded, and the sky turned darker, until all Oliver was aware of was the blackness. Then he was no longer aware of anything.


The first thing that woke Noll was the sirens, and the red and blue flashing lights outside his window. Across the room, Gene still slept, oblivious as usual while he was sleeping. Oliver picked up something at random; a rather thick book for a five year old, and threw it at his older twin. Gene shot upright, shock on his face. He looked at Noll, who placed a finger on his lips, and gestured towards the door.

Raised voices were coming from the other side, two male voices and their mother’s voice, protesting in her broken English, sobbing. Footsteps sounded, and Gene jumped off his bed, running and jumping onto his twin’s instead. Oliver reached out to Gene, grabbing his hand. Gene squeezed it, his eyes wide in the bright moonlight that flooded the room. The glass on the bedside table next to Oliver started to rattle and wobble.

The door opened, and a tall man stood, blocking the yellow light that came from the hallway. He was a policeman, dressed in the dark blue uniform.

“Boys, pack your things and get ready to leave.” He growled. Gene gave a confused smile at the officer.

“Is there a problem, officer?” he asked, in slightly accented English. The officer merely grunted and moved away.

“Mrs Daniels, please prepare your children for being taken into custody.” Oliver’s mother came in, her almond shaped eyes red-rimmed, but she had a weak smile on her face.

“Noru, Gene,’ she whispered. Gene ran forward, throwing himself into his mother’s arms.

“What’s happening, mother?” he asked, switching back to Japanese. Oliver followed slower than his brother, but his mother still found room for him in her arms.

“You two are going to be going away for a while. I want you to pack you things, and leave with the officers, okay?” Oliver looked up at his mother, black hair falling in a messy fringe across his eyes.

“What about you?” he asked. His mother smiled, but Oliver could see that something wasn’t quite right in her eyes.

“I will be fine, Noru.” She stood up, and started to pack things in two backpacks; school books in Japanese, clothes and in Noru’s backpack she placed a small package wrapped in green paper, and another one wrapped in blue paper in Gene’s. She handed them to the boys, who swung them onto their shoulders. Their mother took both of their hands, and led them down to the front door. Kneeling, she hugged Gene first.

“Take care of your brother Gene. Don’t let anything happen to you two.” Gene nodded, and gave his mother a bright smile, despite the tears pooling in his eyes. Oliver stood, waiting patiently for his turn. His mother hugged him, pulling him tight.

“Be a good boy, and watch out for your brother.” Oliver nodded, and reached up a hand, brushing away a tear.

“I will see you soon, mother.” He said, giving her a rare smile. She smiled back, and one of the police officers, a woman, gently pushed them towards the car. She helped them climb in, and put their seatbelts on. Oliver looked back at their house, the wooden boards seeming silver in the moonlight. His mother was leaning against the doorframe, looking stooped and tired. Oliver and Gene lifted their hands at the same time as the police car pulled away, and their mother raised a hand back.

She kept it raised even as the car faded out of sight, hoping against hope that someday, her boys would be able to come back.

Upstairs, the glass on the bedside table shattered.


The next week, Narukene Daniels was convicted of child abuse and neglect, and was sentenced to ten years imprisonment. Mrs Daniels died in custody three months later, of heart failure. A post-mortem examination was conducted, and revealed that Mrs Daniels had overdosed on the sedatives that were given to the prisoners, after hoarding them for three months. Further examination revealed bruises around Mrs Daniels neck and head, although her cellmates deny ever touching her.

A further inquiry was abandoned, and the case against her dropped. It was reported that Narukene Daniels, after the death of her husband and daughter in a car accident, was mentally unstable. Her two sons, Oliver and Eugene, were placed in the foster system, and were later adopted out to a family from England, and are living there now.

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