If you consider it, allegations are difficult to meddle in an attempt to solve them.

It wasn't the description of my occupation. I hadn't considered yet that I'd ever have to sit here.

Hunters weren't made for investigations, but here I was. Sitting in the office, sweat bathed as I tightened my grip on my last hopes.

After a few minutes passed, seemingly, which I didn't pay much attention to, there were a lot of thoughts that cluttered around. They formed a storm, and by the end of it as the doorknob turned, I had gone through every possibility.

Could anyone blame me for feeling paranoid? I was an undercover traitor, a double agent who had tried to conspire against several laws and a concealed bloodthirsty government.

"Y/n," Jean acknowledged me with a nod. A few steps behind her was Kaeya, whom I still detested after the redhead had given me fuel for the spark.

Kaeya turned to me, a mocking smirk inched on his lips. Sometimes, I desired to punch him. Not just between the legs, on the nose, and anywhere nasty.

If they figured out that the bloodmarks were fake, I'd be done for. The sweat on my forehead, along with the pale face, would give me away. Surely, so I thought.

"I, as the acting grandmaster, want you to investigate the situation. The chaos that has been stirred must have a root. Do not eliminate the root. I order you to stay put, but tell us everything."

"We expect good results, little brat." Kaeya said as he slipped through the doorframe. His expression didn't falter throughout the entirety of the situation. On the contrary, it intensified.

Fuck, fuck, fuck..

I could only sabotage my own investigation so far until they'd grow aware of it.

Over the next few hours my objective became clear as glass. It itched in my fingers and stung my heart, stabbed even. As far as I could recall, I had to take drastic breaks with no space left for subtext to remember.

My brain wouldn't listen, and neither did my heart with the rising feeling of anxiety. When the shadows slowly sneaked upon you to snatch your peace when you least expect it and sent your heart quivering under their reign.

So far, I had gone through all accessible books and files. They were sprawled out on the wooden table.

I groaned and let my head fall on them. "Why is this so monotone" I grumbled, "is this supposed to be a punishment for not figuring out Lisa's scheme a little too late? Give a damn break."

However, I never got that break.

So I took my things, immersed into the topics and searched through the forgotten details. Every corner and edge.

That was until, screaming erupted from the hallways. The disturbance in the tranquility was impossible not to take note off.

Despite, every inch in my body yelling at me not to do it, I stood up from my research and walked towards the doorframe, ajar as it was, turned out to be enough to steal a quick glance.

In the midst of the chaos were sike vampires, who had revolted against the order. Now don't get me wrong, while the vampires are definitely not the oppressed group, the way the order treats every single one they lay hands on the same was ill.

To the powerful ones they were no more than animals to kill, the baggage to get rid off for a "ideal" word.

Something lesser.

They were not even human anymore.

Then it striked me. What if, the order tried to plot against someone to hide their unfortunate mishap under a bigger scandal.

..Which sounds honestly absurd.

I'm just paranoid.

They're way too slothful to plot to such great heights.

I had walked outside of the library since my current low point couldn't be solved.

Another case for my burn paper.

— ; —

Dear burn paper,

Two hooded figures bumped into me, what I felt when another part unfolded, my heart quivered in joy.

I paid them 25k in advance and injected Venti with sleep powder, then faked the blood mark.

No one, but me, Venti and a few outsiders knew about this situation. Those two figures, in front of me with their spread cloaks on the ground snatched the papers with the instructions.

1. Get "him" away

2. Payment will be found in the tree next to your HQ.

3. Nurse him back go health

I arranged them to get a distraction. Although, I didn't specify which of either to kill between Kaeya and Varka. The letter was more fortunate.

It may not make sense. Why the sudden change of heart? I had acted my way out of this one. To deceive others, one must first deceive themselves.

Two different sides of the same coin.

— ; —

When I opened the door, the first thing that greeted me was an accusation. "You have the right to remain silent. You are arrested under further notice for the suspicion of having killed the grand Master Varka." The ice eyed man with the eye patch glared at the ash blonde alchemist.

This was bad, a terrible turn of events.

"Your crimes will be punished for aiding Lisa in cursing Treasur hoarders that attacked one of our hunters."

Two different sides of the same coin..? Albedo couldn't, right? He couldn't deceive everyone like me. That didn't match his personality at all.

Even if the allegation could save our scheme, at what price? Of loosing a friend and a dearly beloved brother? 

Klee turned to me, tugging at my sleeve. Her ruby eyes were on the verge of tears. "Big brother wouldn't do something like this!" her whimper tugged at my heart, it sunk. As I focused on her, my throat tightened, and there were no words I could assure her with other than a headpat. Single tears rolled down my cheeks, I wiped them away.

I had to be there for a child's innocent future.

——✧･ﾟ: ★,｡･::･ﾟ☆

RAINEE's NOTE;
Hm, old Y/n wouldn't have admitted this easily that she couldn't sacrifice Albedo.

Old Y/n would've probably also sacrificed anyone. The means to the end.

Btw I have the last chapter finished while the epilogue is wip planned out.

33/40

7 left :)

Oh and what if the lyney fic is one where we get to see their relationship develop in retrospective with a narrator in a story that narrates their point?