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"Couldn't you have fainted indoors?"

Grunting, I pulled Krao's body into my apartment by his suit, bumping his head on the door frame on the way. "Not my fault."

Slowly, Krao gained conciousness, rubbing his eyes in disbelief. "You are...seriously going to help me get to my brother in that?"

"The jeans are a bit tight." I figited a bit, trying to find some comfortable position in them. "Okay, really tight. It's all I have though, so shut your trap and look at this."I pulled the newpaper off the top of it's pile, shoving in right in front of Krao's nose while sticking a cigarette in my mouth and lighting with the other. I tapped the headline with an impatient finger.

"What?" Krao looked at me as if I were half crazy and I probably was at the moment. "It's an old newpaper from before the Disease."

Krao paused, zoning out before a brief second. "HOLY- Where'd you get that?! I've never seen a newspaper from before the disease." So now he was interested. Figures.

"You really have no brain do you?" I pulled the paper away quickly before Krao could manage to ruin it somehow. When something is in his hands, it's more likely to spontaneously combust than to come back to your hands safely.

"I do so have one." Krao snapped back, getting up from the awkward position I had dumped him in. "It just... doesn't always work as well as others." Crossing his arms in a puting sort of manner, he turned his back to me.

"Aw, Krao. I'm sorry." I placed a hand on his shoulder.

"WHAT?!" Krao whipped around, knocking me over into a pile of dirty clothing on the floor. "You.... sorry?!" He pointed a wavering finger at me, eyes wide in amazement.

"Are you kidding me? I was joking you oaf." Well I had sort of been kidding. Apparently the haircut made me more girly not the opposite that I wanted. Or it could be the fact that the jeans were so tight that it was cutting off my blood circulation in my legs. Yeah, that was definitely it.

Mental note to self: Never wear jeans again.

"Where's Goyro?" I looked around, even bothering to look out the door cautiously in case dog boy wanted to become a projectile again. I wasn't particularly a fan of that trait. You can tell because I threw him out a one hundred and fourteen story building. "Sleeping in a dumpster I pre-"

THWACK!

"Is there a particular reason you do that?" I groaned from underneath the swishing tail of the astounding dog kid himself. "Do you want to be thrown out a building again?"

Goyro grinned that obnoxious toothy grin of his, "It was kind of fun for the first five hundred feet or so while I was accelerating, but then I reached my terminal velocity." Oh great, a smartass reply. I might as well have thrown him from the very bounds of the Heavens because the damn kid had enjoyed it every foot of the way.

Enjoyed it.

I could have kicked him up from the depths of Hell and the kiddo would have enjoyed it. I'd have to try that when I got down there. Oh don't deny it. We all know where I'm going when I die. Plus, I wouldn't look good with a halo.

Anyway.

Krao peeled Goyro off me, one hand pinching his nose to keep out the smell. "You think the air rushing past him at that speed would have killed some of the odor coming off." I gave a sarcastic snort at that.

"Odors are the only thing that actually like him. It only makes sense that they would cling to him with such tenacity." I stated in a rather scientific manner, but it came out oddly due to the fact I was holding my nose too. "Plus if we washed him he's probably burn through the walls of my shower."

Krao nodded in agreement, dropping Goyro outside the door into the bright, new shining sun. Dew shone on the many flies that Goyro managed to kill with his aroma. "It's like a reunion!" Goyro clapped his hands happily and set off running in circles like a maniac, chasing his tail as if it were a slab of steak.

I picked up the newspaper again, and walking out the door, shoved it Goyro's face. "Do recognize this man?" The picture of Mr. Valentine was under dog boy's nose, which twitched as he examined the paper with the curiousity of the child he was supposed to be.

"Linius Valentine, age 40, currently deceased. Proceeded by his only son, Marius Valentine." Goyro nodded, smearing the paper with the dew that had condensed on his nose. "He died in some sort of accident, supposedly. You shouldn't trust me though. You should ask Krao's brother." Goyro paused, unsure if he should continue or not due to the fact I was practically strangling him for information. I let go reluctantly and he very wisely decided to proceed.

"He was Mr. Valentine's secretary."

"That's impossible! Mr. Valentine's secretary was named Miles." I yelled almost immediately before slapping a hand over my mouth. Probably not the best idea considering I had a cigarette in my mouth. I swore under my breath and speedily waved my hand in the air to lessen the pain. The two stared at me.

"How did you know?" Goyro raised a brow, and his tail wagging had ceased. "We never released that information to any of the members, besides Cosette and me."

"I dreamt it." I snapped, knowing they probably wouldn't believe me anyway. I was half crazy after all.

"I see." Goyro turned his entire person towards Krao. "You're real brother has been dead for years, but we've only discovered this recently. Someone has been impersonating your brother for the time being, under a completely different name. What Seoul said is true though, your brother was Miles, the personal secretary to the head of the Roulette. Linius Valentine."

Goyro was being serious for once, and we were all ears as he continued on about the mysterious Mr. Valentine of my dreams.

"Linius Valentine was also his murderer. Miles was working secretly for years to overthrow something that Valentine was planning to execute, but failed in the end due to his boss' many spy networks throughout the company. Miles and Mr. Valentine ended up killing each other over something, but it's unknown what. Not even our top spies know."

Goyro drew a deep breath then got to the grand finale.

"Whatever it was, it has been said it fell from the Heavens twenty years ago."

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