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Bloodstained Noble

Crime 4: Duality

Created and written by: Melissa Norvell

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Yaris sat in one of the spacious rooms of his mansion. His blue eyes scanned through the many documents that he had managed to hack. Being a prince had its ups, and he had a limitless amount of information at his very fingertips.


However, even with the information that he had, Yaris could not seem to get any leads on the woman that had been the mastermind of his parent’s deaths. He closed his eyes and sighed to himself as he placed a hand to his temple and smiled ironically, “this is futile.”


Rosillia’s eyes moved over to the blue-and-black clad man as she maneuvered her teacup from her lips. “What is?”


“There is no Rin Mamoette. It must be an alias of sorts.” It was the only conclusive fact that he could gain from it all. If Rin Mamoette truly existed, then her files would have been located in his extensive database, especially if she had been around since the time of his parent’s rule.


She must have gone by some other name. The only question was what?


“If that’s the case, then we need to find out what she looks like or what her true identity is.” Those were the only obvious solutions.


“Do you think Lady Umbugula gave me the wrong name, or even a false name?” Yaris placed a hand under his chin in contemplation of what actions to take next. So far, they had absolutely no leads and no information to work off of. Such a thing was truly a bother.


“Then we have to gather more information. Who are the other conspirators involved?” Rosillia asked. If they couldn’t find a direct lead, then they would try to find leads through the people who worked for her. She couldn’t be so obscure as to be non-existent. If clues existed, then they would be in her ties.


“There are twins, Daisuke and Daiki Suwamoto, the Pink Flower, and this Rin Mamoette,” Yaris gave the girl the list of names he had gathered on her subordinates.


“So, there are our final four and we can scratch out Rin Mamoette, since we don’t have any conclusive information on her,” Rosillia took another sip of her tea.


“Daisuke and Daiki are professional assassins. Like the Gemini, they express duality, yet look the same in outward appearance. They are an interesting pair, and they carry a most interesting line of work,” Yaris smiled. If he could manage to get a fight in with someone of their caliber, he may actually have a challenge on his hands.


How wonderful.


“What is that?” He had just stated that they were assassins, so what made their line of work interesting other than the fact that they killed people? Were they some type of special assassins or something?


“They set out to kill those who betray the group of seven. They have the specific task to seek those out who do them wrong, and it seems that they’ve taken notice of me.” No doubt they would eventually come after him. That only made the game all the more enjoyable.


“So, are you going after them next?” Rosillia finished her tea and daintily wiped her mouth with a white handkerchief.


Yaris just changed the subject. “The Pink Flower is a mystery to me. No matter what research I do on them, I cannot seem to find their identity, gender, or any other information regarding them. Supposedly, they are Rin’s attack dog, but that’s all I know. So, going after the Suwamoto twins is my best bet. You know what they say, kill them before they kill me. That’s what survival of the fittest is all about.” Even though Yaris seemed relaxed in posture, he wasn’t relaxed emotionally. The slightest tone of stress bled through his last sentence, which caused Rosillia to take notice.


“You seem a little apprehensive about things,” the pink-haired girl noted. Were the twins really that much of a threat? Yaris had seemed on top of things until recently. If there was something that he wasn’t telling her, now would be the time to say it.


“None of my prior victims expected me. So it was easy to exploit their weaknesses and get them out of the way, but Daisuke and Daiki are different. They’ll be expecting me. They undoubtedly know that I am Jack the Ripper, or at the very least, they are accusing me of being him.” These facts made the mission a bit harder than he had originally expected.


It was easy to fool those who were unknowing of his identity, but this time, the tables turned. It was now a battle of the wits and a luck of the draw. Who would assassinate who first? It was thrilling, and amusing in a sick way. However, it was also a little nerve racking. Even if they were younger than he was, Yaris wasn’t fool enough to underestimate them by any means.


“So, they could be after you right now and since they’re professional snipers, they could be watching us as we speak,” Rosillia informed and rested her elbow on the arm of the couch as she propped up her head and stared at the prince with large, red eyes. The whole situation made her a little uneasy, but a part of her couldn’t doubt the sick genius would let himself be defeated so easily, not after he came all of this way to achieve his goal of the ultimate slaughter of Rin Mamoette.


Yaris had pulled off incredible murders and even now, the twins were the only people who even suspected him as Jack the Ripper. That, in itself was amazing. He had managed to successfully bewilder all of England, and even throw them into a new-age panic on an old murder case.


“Yes, they do make me a little uneasy.” Any important information would be kept to himself for now. Rosillia would know the bare minimum of his plans until he was able to rid himself of those little pests.


He wouldn’t make weakness known unless he intended on being wounded, and right now, he wasn’t in the mood for masochism.


“Do we have anything on our agenda?” It seemed like a stupid question, but Yaris was a man who was full of unexpected answers.


“There’s a huge garden tea party at the Berg’s residence, however, I’ll be skipping out on that,” Yaris arose from his position and walked over to the back of the couch. He gingerly placed a hand on the girl’s shoulder.


Rosillia looked up at him and blinked, “Really? Why?”


“I’ve been asked to participate in a contest,” the blonde informed.


“A contest?” What business would he have in such a thing? It hardly would benefit someone of his stature.


“Yes, there will be a sculpture contest over in Meadowlark Park. I have been asked to be on a select panel of judges. We’ll give a score of one through ten for each piece. The winner will be given a hefty prize and in addition to that, the sculptor will be initiated into fame and become a personal sculptor for all of the nobility in England. It should be exciting if you’re anything like me and fancy the arts. I’ll also need you to come along and watch my back, since I’ll be judging the event, it will be hard to keep a look out for them,” so that was his plan. He would sit there like a target and she would be the one to play bodyguard.


The plan sounded far too mundane to be something that would work. It didn’t seem like Yaris to play target, and she hoped that this was only a mere part of his plans. If it proved to be anything less, then he would lose position as being the clever calculator that she thought of him as.


She agreed to the plan, but she didn’t have much faith in it working. There was just this feeling that something was going to go wrong, but she wasn’t quite sure what that something was.




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The contest had quite a lot of people turn out for it. Art enthusiasts and nobility littered every square inch of the little outside art contest. People were everywhere, gazing at the magnificent sculptures and chatting amongst each other. Rosillia stood from a distance and watched her partner in crime talk to the other judges. Some of them she even knew. A couple of them were famous art gallery owners and the others were all connoisseurs of the fine arts.


She could overhear their conversation from where she stood. Yaris looked out over the crowd of people with his brightest faux smile. As a prince, she supposed that it was only natural to pull a stunt like that in the eyes of the public. Yaris was a true prince charming, dashing and kind to the public that he so secretly killed. The man was bipolar, but in a precise way. By day, the beautiful man who was adored by many women and by night, a serial killer who took great pride in his skills of execution.


“This is quite the outcome. I never expected this many people or entries to show up.”


“We’re honored that an art connoisseur like yourself so happily accepted our invitation.” One of the famous art collectors spoke to the prince. “Especially with the Jack the Ripper case floating around.”


“I heard that he’s not just targeting prostitutes anymore. He’s already killed two high-class women- Lady Lafayette and Lady Umbugula.” A female judge informed the two of the latest deaths on Jack the Ripper’s toll.


“Are you sure it was this Jack the Ripper who killed them?” Another man inquired.


Yaris simply plucked the red rose from his pocket and sniffed the blossom. “Yes, speculation can be a bad thing. Besides, no evidence was left. Lady Lafayette was hung in my mansion, and Lady Umbugula had her throat slit. It was a single laceration, not multiple like those that have grown to be a trademark of Jack the Ripper.”


Rosillia seemed unamused by his words. ‘You’re such a con artist. But…You’re also a genius. Calm, collective and cool, you show no signs of a breaking point. You must be inhuman to not have any guilt.’


The judges soon made their way to the panel. As they sat behind the table, a small-framed figure spied them through a pair of binoculars. He was a young man who was slender and had long, shoulder length deep blue hair that was tied back in a white bow at the base of his neck. The male was accompanied by his mirror image, who was standing beside of him at the top of the large, wooden frame that held the blue curtain behind them. They both wore Victorian blue suits with matching shorts, white cravats and white trains that cascaded in a sea of ruffles from beneath the side of their tailcoats.


“There he is,” the boy with the binoculars spoke in a monotone, deep, voice.


“Of course he’s here. The prince can’t resist an invite to a social event. He doesn’t even know who’s funding this event. How silly, and a supreme miscalculation on his part,” his twin had a smug smile.


“Do you think that he knows that we’re trying to kill him?” The other boy took the binoculars from his face and questioned as he glanced to his twin with a look of concentration.


“I bet he does,” the other male folded his arms over his chest. “He probably has a plan. This guy is intelligent and he’s already killed Lady Lafayette, Lady Umbugula and General Teito. Not only did he kill them but he did it easily, as if they were nothing.”


“Lady Mamoette should have killed him when he was rumored to be alive.”


“If that happened, then we’d still be homeless. Remember why Rin took us in,” his brother reminded, “she wanted us to become killers and protect her from any kind of threats, whether it was the conspirators or anyone in the Staffordshire family.”


“Yes, we were trained to kill mercilessly. This,” the boy trailed as he pulled a gun from his pocket and aimed it at the prince, who was still standing before his seat, “is the life of an assassin.”


He had a clear shot, but before he could pull the trigger, an older judge walked up to Yaris and began talking to him. The other man was now in the line of fire, and Daisuke cursed to himself.


“Now, those statues will be judged by our panel. Consisting of…” The announcer of the event began to call out the names of the judges and share a little information about each one.


Now was not the time to make a kill unless they wanted to be caught red handed.


“We should get closer to the prince. There are too many people around to get a good shoot in on him,” Daisuke advised. Now that everyone had gathered around the judge’s panel, their chances of missing and hitting a pedestrian were too great.


“We’ll cause a panic,” Daiki replied. If they were in plain sight, then they would be spotted by someone and as a result, they would be charged with murder at its highest degree if they managed to kill the prince.


Murder of royalty resulted in death.


“It can’t be helped. It’s a public event.” Whether or not they were caught was a minor detail to Daisuke. He was sure that Rin Mamoette just wanted the prince dead. It didn’t matter whether or not they also died in the process. As professional assassins, they knew their risks. If they were to die, then they would die.


“The results from the first statue are as follows” The voice over the intercom called out as the judges flashed their signs. In order from first to last, they all read one, one, two, five, one and zero. The zero was from Prince Yaris himself, who frowned in displeasure with closed eyes and furrowed brows, “next entry, please.”


Rosillia watched from her post as Yaris judged statue after statue, seeming rather displeased with all of them.


“Next entry, please.”


Zero.


“Next entry, please.”


Zero.


“Next entry, please.”


Zero. Zero. Zero.


The prince never moved from the zero mark on any of the judging. The pink-haired maiden blinked a little. ‘He’s harsh, or maybe he’s just hard to please. He’s rich, so it seems like he’s just a stuck up snob with an eye for high-standard art.’ She sighed as she placed a gloved hand to her head, “I don’t get that type of man. Huh?” Rosillia turned around to see two darkly-clad figures dart through the crowd. Her eyes narrowed. ‘That’s got to be them.’


The girl looked to Yaris and tugged at her hat, signaling him of the assassin’s arrival.


‘So boring, I would have expected more than a bunch of neophyte artists. No one here seems to live up to my standards for a tasteful piece of art.’ Yaris’ blue eyes scanned over the crowd to see Rosillia as she tugged at her small hat. “Hm?” He questioned before his expression turned from casual to serious. ‘They’re here. They must be near me somewhere, but are they in front of me or behind me?’


Yaris didn’t have much time to ponder the question as a gunshot rang through the crowd. His eyes widened in horror. Rosillia stood, shocked as the crowd began to make a commotion around her. Everything seemed to pass in slow motion, and Yaris’ senses numbed.


‘How stupid of me, I let my guard down and assumed too much.’ Yaris berated himself as he brought a black, gloved hand to his shoulder to keep the blood from leaking out any further. He quickly pulled out a gun from his back pocket as Daisuke jumped out onto the judge’s table and stood in front of him.


“It’s efficient to work in pairs,” The boy stated with cold eyes and a deepened frown. “One distracts while the other takes this kill,” he pointed the gun at the prince’s face. “You’re over. We know what you’re up to and we won’t let you continue this little game of yours.”


Yaris’ eyes widened as a crazed smile crossed his face. He seemed overjoyed with excitement for such a dire situation. “Who said it was a game? I am actually quite serious.”


Cold metal touched the back of the prince’s head as Daiki appeared behind him. He was now trapped between the dual guns of the killer twins.


“This is a most interesting predicament. However, you’re both far too slow,” the blonde noble laughed a little, highly amused with the twins movements, rather than scared out of his life at the presence of potential death.


“Huh?” Both twins questioned as his metal claws shot from his gloves and shredded the black fabric as they caught the gun’s and launched them into the air. The two weapons became hung on his claws. There would be no killing today. Yaris was prepared for both close and long ranged attacks.


Daiki attempted to kick the noble across the face, but Yaris pointed his gun at the boy, who froze with his foot extended in the air. Daisuke lunged at him from behind and kicked him in the stomach. Yaris withdrew before he reached out and caught the boy’s wrist as he flung him into the judge’s table where the other twin was standing.


Daisuke crashed into the table, which toppled over, taking his twin with it. Yaris took the guns from his long claws and walked up to the fallen boys with both of their guns pointed at them. Such stupid mistakes made by such acclaimed assassins were laughable.


Was this the best that Rin Mamoette had?


Daiki glared down the gun barrels of the crazed prince. They had underestimated him. Yaris was far more skilled than he ever could have expected. Lady Umbugula and Lady Lafayette could have never beaten a man with like him.


“Tell me about Rin Mamoette. What is her real name?” Yaris questioned. He knew that he might not get the answer, but that was of little importance. He’d simply blow their little brains out if they didn’t cough up what he so desired.


“We’ll never tell you. We owe her our lives-” Daisuke tried to say, but he was cut off by the prince.


“And, if you tell me then she’ll execute you both. Correct?”


Daisuke didn’t answer.


“Either way, you’re winners at a losing game.” What difference would it be if they were killed by Rin or himself? Yaris found the moment of victory comical. If they were going to challenge him, then they should have done their research.


Suddenly, Daiki executed a spin kick. Yaris was glad that he was light on his feet and easily jumped up to avoid the blow of the boy’s attack. Daisuke dashed for his gun; however, before he could reach the weapon, his chest was ripped open by the four foot claws of the elegant man.


He could feel the claws dig mercilessly into his stomach and neck as his life essence drained from his body. The boy stared into the widened, psychotically happy eyes of Prince Yaris as he smiled widely, “this is why I’m called Jack the Ripper.”


“So…It really…was you…” Daisuke’s voice gurgled as blood came up from his mouth. Before he hit the ground, Yaris’ hand was placed on his back as the boy leaned back. The two looked as if they were engaged in a dance of massacre and death and Yaris smiled like the prince of pain above him, so close that he could smell the fragrance of roses and expensive cologne.


The noble ran the white rose across the boy’s chest, bathing the pristine petals in his blood. The petals were doused and so full that they dripped blood onto the man’s now bare hands. Yaris brought the precious blossom to his mouth and licked away the excess liquid. He glanced at the other twin and winked playfully.


“Absolute perfection.”


“You sick bastard!” Daiki shouted angrily as he dropped down from the sky with a round house kick.


Quickly thinking, the elegant criminal threw his brother’s lifeless body in front of him. Daisuke acted like a human shield and deflected the kick as the prince dodged the boy’s landing and stuck the blood-red flower behind his ear.


“I will not let you win!” Daiki growled with determination as he charged the wild blonde.


Yaris charged the lone killer. “Foolish boy, your secrets will be laying in the ground with you, incased in a coffin.”


Daiki pulled out a gun, “I’d never tell you about Lady Mamoette! I’d rather die!” The boy proclaimed as he pulled the trigger to his weapon but he was too slow.


Metal claws stuck through his chest as the round went off, shooting the blonde’s hair off on the right side of his head. The shot only managed to make the blonde locks half an inch shorter. Blue eyes glanced down at the blood that dripped from the noble’s claws.


“Looking at it all, you were really just little boys. Such sad puppets that were unable to experience the true love of humanity, so they resorted to befriending the untamed flame. However, fire consumes and destroys. Your purity has been demolished, along with any semblance of humanity that resided within you. Tsk, tsk, poor, unloved orphans.” Yaris seemed sympathetic towards the boys. Being an orphan himself at the age of fifteen, he held some understanding for the enemy.


Tears rolled down Daiki’s eyes. ‘It…it can’t be true.’ He thought as images ran through his head of a woman with snow white, long hair dressed in a black, lace dress holding the two of them as infants. It then changed to a portrait of those same two infants, only now they were young boys who stood at the woman’s side, smiling brightly. A flash of the happy boys, who ate ice cream together and took trips to the park was soon replaced by one of teenagers who shot guns and stained their hands with the blood of whomever they were assigned to kill. ‘We were orphans, cold and sick in the rain. Our mother abandon us after exiting the hospital. I never did find out who she was. It wasn’t important to me…Rin was my new mother, and I loved her as if we were really related by blood. Was I really just a puppet, inclined to do her bidding…or did she really love me, as a mother would her child? Was I truly alone all along?’


Daiki’s body hit the ground and he glanced at Daisuke, who was already dead and laying beside of him.


‘No…’


The boy reached out and held his dead brother’s hand tightly in his own.
‘You are right here with me, my dear brother…We do everything together…even as you die, I die a well. We’ll even go to hell together. I can’t wait to meet you there.’


Daiki closed his eyes and the grip on his hand loosened as Yaris held two roses in his hands with a smile. “Such bliss this is, a double homicide.”


Rosillia walked over to the dead bodies and gazed down upon them for a moment until she was caught off guard by the prince lifting her up gently.


“Whoa!” She called out, shocked with her hands held out as if she were trying to balance herself.


“Now, we shall make our get away,” Yaris smiled as he jumped away from the crime scene and onto a nearby rooftop. As they leapt over the twin’s bodies, a solemn expression crossed the girl’s face. “You’re feeling regret for those children, aren’t you?”


“You didn’t have to kill them, you know,” Rosillia’s voice was low. She knew that Yaris wouldn’t be pleased with her opinion, but she didn’t care. “I don’t feel like it was necessary to kill such young boys.”


“My dear, a killer shows no compassion to anyone. It is a lifestyle that you choose when traveling that path. Even if they could be turned to my side, it would be dangerous to do so knowing that they would possess the power to kill me at any time.” It was too great of a risk to leave them alive by any means. What was wrong with this maiden, going soft on him at a time like this?


There was no room for second thoughts and no room for compassion in his plans. Such thoughts were unacceptable, and an obvious sign of weakness in the human heart. Those feelings were long since abolished within him from a young age.


Rosillia was usually such a cold woman. It was one of the many attractive aspects that drew him to her but now, she seemed so emotional. It was just a murder, like any other. He had killed children, women, men…when he had first started making a name for himself as Jack the Ripper. Age was no preference to him, after killing a string of prostitutes to avoid being caught so easily he decided to make vast variations with no set pattern in his victims.


“They were orphans. They trusted parents that had to care for them. In this case, it was Rin Mamoette,” the girl glanced down with a stiff form; her bangs shaded her eyes as her voice lowered an octave. “Do you think that she really cared about them?”


Why was she so worried about such a trivial subject?


“Some part of her may have, but their primary function was to kill me. Her intentions on raising them were solely for the purpose of my execution,” Yaris tried to humor his comrade, who actually was genuinely upset over the matter.


“So, you don’t think malicious intentions can turn into love?” The question seemed harmless enough.


“I think perhaps, they can. After all, our relationship of malicious intent turned into a respectable friendship,” Yaris smiled pleasantly. When he thought about it, the two of them were able to have a wonderful sense of understanding and loyalty, despite whatever feelings might be concealed deep within them.


“Hm?” Rosillia blinked in question, thrown off by the murderous man’s comment. What exactly did he mean by that?





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< br> White flowers were cast onto the old dirt where the two graves had been dug. Sad, blue eyes gazed upon the graves of the twin boys as painted red lips frowned. The white-haired woman sighed to herself.


‘I’ll get you for this…Prince Yaris Adair Staffordshire III.’ She thought bitterly as she clenched a decorative handkerchief, spotted with tears in her hand. “They were like sons to me. I adopted them when they were just out of the hospital, and raised them as my own. However, as time went on, I saw potential. They were bright, quick and stealthy, all of the things that a true assassin possessed. They knew their job and they knew this might happen. Nothing can be helped now.”


“I can be of some help to you,” a unisex voice replied as Rin turned around to see a figure with long, pale pink hair, dressed in robes. This figure was very pretty and she could not tell if it was male or female. “Daisuke and Daiki were like family to me. I’m sure that I can avenge them.”


“You are the only one left. If you fail, then I’ll just have to deal with him myself and I’m the last person he wants to face,” the woman smirked wickedly.





…To Be Continued