Chapter 1

Alfredo 'Al' Bernley

Beloved husband, father
and grandfather

1927-2007

I sobbed, ignoring the people around me that were giving me sympathetic looks. My grandfather, the only person who had always been there for me since I was born…gone. A hand came to rest on my shoulder. I stiffened momentarily, but relaxed as I recognized his scent. I turned around and leaned my head onto his shoulder as his hands encircled my waist.

"What am I going to do, Michael?" Michael sighed inwardly. He had told me countless times to just call him Mike, but I never listened. He resisted the urge to correct me. "I have no one left."

"You have me"

"I know…You're right. But it's not the same as family." Michael stayed silent as he rubbed my back. "I'm glad you're here, Michael. You really are my best friend." He gave me a small smile.

"It's going to be alright, Luce"

"Lucy Bernley?" A voice came from beside us. I turned around and wiped away my tears. "You're Mr. Bernley's granddaughter, correct?" A woman with short, curly, brown hair and brown eyes stood before us. She was wearing a black suit and had a suitcase in her hand.

"Who's asking?" I said a little suspicious. The woman extended her hand.

"My name is Patricia Kellerman. I use to work with your grandfather. I'm very sorry for your loss." I shook her hand and muttered a low 'thanks'. "I understand that this may not be the time, but-…"

"Then come back later." Michael interrupted stepping next to me.

"It's alright, Michael." I said. "Is this about my grandfather?"

"Yes and about yourself."

"Me?" Mrs. Kellerman nodded.

"I think it's best if we talk somewhere private." She said casting a look at Michael. I glanced at Michael and then back at the woman.

"I don't keep secrets from him." I said with a small glare. Mrs. Kellerman frowned and then sighed.

"Fine. Your grandfather left you something."

"What? But those people just said he didn't have anything to leave behind."

"That's because he didn't want anybody to know about this. He left you a letter. I myself don't even know what it says." She reached into her pocket and held out a card. "If you want the letter, come to this address tomorrow at noon. If you're late the letter will be burned." I took the card out of her hand. "Thank you for your time." She gave a small nod and left. I just stood there speechless.

"That was definitely weird." Michael commented. I nodded.

"What do you think it could be?" I asked.

"I don't know. It sounded important, though."

"Yeah…Michael?"

"Hmm?"

"You'll come with me, right?"

"Of course."

"Thank you."

"Uh-huh…Wanna watch Naruto?" I grinned through my tears, which had started to fall down my cheeks again.

"Always." He smiled back.

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The next day Michael and I arrived at the company Mrs. Kellerman had told us about. It was a very tall, grey building with only a dozen windows. Several armored black cars were parked in front of it.

"Whoa…this looks pretty creepy…" I said.

"Yeah…Well, we won't be staying here for long, anyway." Michael said. "And besides, I'm with you. Nothing will happen!" He ended with a big grin. I chuckled.

"You always know how to ease my nerves, that's for sure…"

We walked through two big glass doors and into a hall. In the middle was a big round desk. Behind the desk sat a woman who was on the phone. She was wearing the same suit Mrs. Kellerman was wearing at the funeral. On every side of the room were several black doors. Across the room were stairs. Just as the receptionist hung up, one of doors opened. Two men in black suits walked out.

"Just take care of him, got it?" The first one yelled. I frowned. 'Take care of him?'

"Yes sir!" The second said. He quickly walked out of the building, after the first guy slammed the door in his face, muttering something under his breath.

"Can I help you?" The receptionist asked.

"Uhm…yeah. This woman asked me to come here…err…what was her name again?"

"Patricia Kellerman" Michael said.

"Right. That one."

"What business do you have here?" The woman asked in her business-like tone. I frowned. She hadn't even looked up during our conversation. Michael saw me frown. He knew that that usually means I'm getting mad. So he sent me a stern look. I sighed.

"My grandfather left me a letter and I'm supposed to pick it up here." I grounded out. The woman suddenly looked up in shock.

"You're Bernley-sama's granddaughter?"

"Err…yes…" I said hesitantly.

"It's an honor!" she said. I cast a confused look at Michael, who shrugged.

"Right. Could you just tell us where to go?"

"Of course!" She said eagerly and then continued to tell us where to be. We went up the stairs. Every floor looked the same as the first one, except for the receptionist's desk. On the third floor I knocked on the fifth door on the right. Michael had no idea what I was thinking. He had known me since I was six. That means…14 years. He knew practically everything about me. But now…The door opened and we met with the same woman from the previous day.

"Ah! Come in! So you've decided to come?"

"Obviously." I replied shortly. I didn't like this woman. This whole situation just seemed too mysterious and out of place. Mrs. Kellerman led us into the room. She walked over to a painting on the wall and removed it. Behind it was a safe. She placed her palm on it. We heard a click and the safe opened. As far as I could tell there was only one thing in it: A letter. Mrs. Kellerman placed the letter on her desk.

"This is the letter your grandfather wrote a number of years ago. He never spoke to anyone about what was in it and I suggest you do the same." I nodded and grabbed the letter.

Michael watched me tear open the envelope and unfold the letter. He watched me sit down, eyes widened in confusion, then disbelief. After a few minutes tears started falling down my cheeks.

"You gotta be kidding me…" I breathed. After another minute I handed the letter over to Michael, despite Mrs. Kellerman's protests.

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My dearest Lucy,

You might want to sit down as I tell you this. By the time you get this letter, I'll be gone. I can imagine how you must feel. You must have no idea what to do, you think the only one that loved you is dead and you won't be able to pay the rent. I'm very sorry to say that at the end of this letter you'll have bigger things to worry about then paying your rent.

You see, hold on tight, both of your parents are alive. I know I told you your father disappeared before you were born and your mother died giving birth to you, but that was all a lie. Your father did leave, but your mother knew where he went and, after giving birth to you, she left to retrieve him. I was never told where they went. I only knew it was far away. Your mother only told me she was going to get your father back. But she never came back. So I raised you, took care of you and made up a story.

One day, however, your mother sent me something. It was a book. A book containing some kind of spells. Only, there was only one page. It became clear to me that she wanted me to learn that spell and so I did. I cast the same spell on this letter. It will transport, whoever reads this letter, one hour after they've finished it, to the other letter. The one your mother has. I know you may not want this or believe any of this, but it's the truth.

This is the part where I say goodbye. Luce, darling, I love you. I'm sorry to have put you through this, but I believe it's for the best. It has to be.

Farewell,

Alfredo Bernley.

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"My god." Michael said.

"Come on. We've only got one hour!" I said grabbing Michael's hand.

"Are you serious? You really believe that stuff?" I shrugged.

"We'll find out in an hour, I guess, eh?" Then I spotted Mrs. Kellerman watching us with interest and curiosity. "I have one question; who are you people?" The woman grinned.

"Secret Service. Your father was a very prized member."

"Ahh…My grandfather, Secret Service? Interesting…That certainly explains a lot. Okay, let's go!" I said and nearly dragged Michael out of the building.

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Nearly an hour later…

"You think we'll go to Europe?" I asked excited, while closing my bag. I had stuffed everything I thought I might need into a small backpack.

"I don't think we're going anywhere" Michael replied. He was sitting on my bed, arms crossed.

"Oh come on! Don't be like that! It's going to be fun!"

"Fun? You're not the one who's leaving behind friends and family!"

"I don't have any family to leave behind! You're the only one I have left! And now…I may get to see my parents again when I've thought for twenty years that they were dead! Aren't you happy for me?"

"Of course I am! It's just…If this 'spell' or whatever it is turns out to be fake…I just don't want to see you disappointed or sad." I smiled softly.

"Thanks Michael. But you don't have to worry about me. I trust my grandfather. Besides, it's not like we have a choice if this spell is not fake." Michael sighed.

"Whatever."

Suddenly I swayed. "Whoa…"

"Are you alright?"

"Err…I don't feel so good." My head hurt like hell and I felt out of breath. I lay down on my bed and curled up. "I'm just gonna take a nap." I said weakly and then everything turned black.


Yay! New story! As I said on my profile it's about Naruto. I'll update Crimson Regret some time, too. But i'm having a bit of a writer's block.
Pairings aren't decided yet. I might let you vote, but that depends on the reviews I get. So:

Review Please!

SilverHearts.