ll Chapter 3 ll part 1: Finding Secrets

Eradan swiftly cut the call just as he noticed Aaron enter his room. However, Aaron had overheard the last statement but feigned ignorance.

"Who was that?" Aaron pried, his eyes narrowed.

"Just an old friend" The youth flashed a smile at his lover who also did the same; changing his curious countenance.

"I see... How's my Cub doing?" Aaron said falling on the bed beside him, pulling him for an embrace. Aaron had begin to call him his 'Cub' after a game they played, with Eradan mostly winning lots of little wolf stuffs. Eradan on the other hand quite loved the name.

"Just great" Eradan replied, within the embrace of his loved one, as he felt Aaron's heated body warm him. It was soo calming. He turned his face to his lover. Eyeballs to eyeballs, Diggings into each other as they enveloped each other's warmth. It was just like the first time they had met. He could feel Aaron's breath on his lips. He was sure Aaron could feel his breath on his lips too. Their Immediate environment fell in a deep silence.

Shifting his gaze to a table nearby, Aaron was the first one to break the silence "I need to tell you something important tommorow"

Eradan was surprised and curious about what Aaron had to tell him. He kept fantasizing about foreign things. When he done fantasizing, he replied Aaron with a slight nod

"Sure"

With that, Aaron gently stood up, placed a kiss on his forehead and left. Leaving the youth in the solace of his room. That was weird? Eradan thought just as Aaron left. Come to think of it, he shifted his thoughts back to those voices he heard.

It had become more persistent for the past one week. Were those voices a revelation or something? Was it a sign? His mind drifted back to the first dream he had which was accompanied by the voices he heard at present.

"The war of Armageddon" He muttered to himself again, before drifting his mind off the thought. He found it ridiculous but scary. Gently getting up from his bed, he scratched his itchy messed up hair before walking into the restroom to rinse his face... Just as he was done rinsing his face.

"..."

He was startled at the moment. Looking intensely at the mirror, he blinked severally, wiping his face with a towel. All he could see was his own Amber eyes. Gone were the blue eyes which were socketed in his reflections face. What is wrong with me? Have I really gone mad with illusions? Firstly it was a pair of aquamarine eyes now this? His mind flared with lot of questions as he bolted out of the restroom into his room.

Pacing around in his room for some minutes, A breath of sight seeing and fresh air would help? He concluded, forcing himself back into the restroom to bath and brush his teeth so that he could leave his room...

....

An Amber-haired youth could be seen dressed in a casual outfit as he came out of his room. Locking his room's door, He left heading to any destination his legs could take him to. Or maybe the Maluvial Reverie would be a better place to visit.

Just as he had entered an elevator which was at the end of a quite lengthy corridor making him out of sight. A figure which had been spotting him for a very long time, came out of it's hiding place. With long gentle strides, the figure which had a slender appearance was right in front of the youth room's door.

CLICK!

The youth room's door was sent open to its full glory. Gently walking into this strange to it, The figure blandly shut the door.

Starting from the table which stood beside the bed of the youth, to his cupboard, and then every other thing, His whole apartment were sent into a disheveled mode by the stranger.

The youth clothes were all littered over the place, breakable objects within his room were all shattered, but the figure didn't seem to be satisfied with what he had done. He wanted to do more, he wanted to make this bitch pay for stealing his crush. He wanted to make sure that this Amber haired guy suffered, despite his family's wealth. Although he was able to brainwash his elder brother to hate him, it wasn't enough. It just wasn't enough...

He had made lot of advances towards Brooch but he didn't seem to bat an eye at him, All in the name of this youth that dwelled within this VIP room. Just when the figure was done disheveling the youth's room and was about to leave only then did he see a white paper on the floor. Shrugging the fact that it could just be some random paper, the figure turned to leave but stopped.

He turned back towards the paper again. Why does this paper feel like it has an interesting content? The figure thought. He felt an invisible force of revenge attracting him to the paper, as if the paper was the greatest solution to his love problem. Turning to the exit then back at the paper, He took some steps towards the paper, bent down and picked it.

ALEX KINGSTON

Spelt itself in his eyes. Who was this Alex?.. Interesting! He smiled, before slowly opening the paper, Grazing his eyes at every single word written within the paper.

"It was indeed helpful after all" The figure said just as it was done going through the paper's content . Things are going to get more interesting from here It thought, An  evil grin etched on his lips.

The figure walked towards a corner in the room where a telephone was hung, After he was done scribbling some words in the note. Clicking on some numbers, it dialed the phone number which it formed.

"Hello?" That was the voice of Aaron Brooch talking over the line, as he picked up the call.

"Hello, Are you Brooch Aaron?" The figure feignly replied.

"Y-Yes I am" Aaron replied, tensing up as panic were noticed in his voice.

"Hurry up to room 103... Immediately" The figure said. Aaron on the other hand, was fully aware of the room's owner which was Eradan. However he was just confused and tensed about the sudden call.

"Eradan, is that you? what hap–" The call was suddenly cutoff, leaving Aaron more confused. Was Eradan playing games with him or what? He would have to find out what happened? He immadiately dashed out from the Maluvial Reverie, using another route just as Eradan was entering.

With a smile on the figure's lips, he hung back the telephone. Dropping the sheet of paper in a very noticeable and curious arising manner, He shut the door closed and left.

Few minutes later,

Aaron had arrived at Eradan's apartment all panting and sweating. He had ran all the from the hotel's gate to there, thinking that something bad had happened to his lover. He blandly inserted the key into the door sending it opened.

Shit!

He bawled, just as he was welcomed with the scattered sight before him. Slowly, he walked into the apartment, his eyes scrutinizing everywhere until they both landed on a particular white paper, slantly placed on a table. Aaron didn't know why but he felt himself being drawn to paper despite the fact that it wasn't the only object in the room. It was weirdly attracting.

With just two steps, he was right in front of the table. He bent down and picked up the paper.

"ALEX KINGSTON" He read out loud. With that, the paper was sent open for him as he began to go through it...

NEFITI