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🔸The afternoon had begun, White arrived home with a black briefcase, extremely tired. Without paying much attention, he simply opened the door and left the briefcase near his shoes, grabbed his coat and hat and hung them up, then walked to his bookshelf and picked up a book, "The Da Vinci Code," and headed to his armchair to read while his Beethoven-dog bumped into him.
— Oh, oh, oh; buddy- what's up? — He glanced quickly at the dog's corner and noticed that all the dog's food was over. — I- uh; already?! You are a hungry one... — He said walking to put more food to his canine. While he was filling his pet's bowl, the landline rang, he put the phone to his ear. — Hello, Heckel speaking; how can I help?
A feminine voice spoke through
— Hey, hi Heckel, it's me, Rackel!
— Oh, hi sis! How's you and dad doing?
— Oh he's good, he's always good, I could have better days, but all going well.
— Awesome, and the childrens?
— Open the door If you want to know.
— Hmm? — He walked to the door and saw his sister hearing a social coat, standing there holding a handheld phone while a little girl and a boy smiled at him. Dagger was so confuse he could not process when the little ones hugged, each one, his legs. — Lewis, Myra.
— Hi uncle Heckel. — The boy said I little shy.
— We missed you. — The girl smiled. White, smiling looked at his sister, when he was going to say something, she interrupted him.
— Alright, quick game. I'm dealing with some serious problems out of state, our father can't take care of them, and you... You're off work, could you be a good brother and look after your nephews for a day, pretty please? For your sister? — She made puppy eyes.
— Uh... Alright I guess?
— Perfect! I will be back tomorrow at night. — She picked up the suitcase that was behind her and placed it in front of her brother, then knelt down to hug her children. — Bye my little ones, promise to behave while with uncle. — She got up and hugged her brother, he hugged her back.
— Woah, not even gonna sit to talk about anything going on.
— The thing is, I'm really in a hurry. I'm really in a hurry, otherwise I'll be late. I promise that when I get back, we'll talk for hours. — She waved to him while leaving the yard, Dagger looked up and noticed how dark the sky was geeting.
— Alright, you two inside, don't want you two sick. — Myra ran off, jumping and laughing, while Lewis walked timidly inside, leaning against the large, Saint Bernard dog. — His name is Boq, he liked you.
— Hehe, he's phluphy. — The boy said climbing in th cough, Myra still jumping around in the armchair.
— Nah ah ah, no jumping in the fornitune, young lady. — He said while holding her in the air, she grimaced as she was positioned next to her twin brother. — Alright, what would you like to do? — He asked friendly.
— Watch tv? — Myra asked to Lewis how silently nooded, they both stared at Dagger in silence then.
— Alright then, I just need to find a channel with cartoons. — He then moved to the tv to configure it.
— Uncle Heckel...
— Yes, Lewis?
— With what you work?
— Hum? — He turned his attention to the little ones.
— Mom said with something about the president, but not really what. — Myra said tapping her feets on the cough.
— President-? Ah, kind of that. — He sighed automatically, regretting having told her about being a spy. — Well, the president has some information, and I have to... protect it from... thieves! thieves how want the info to expand a war! — (Do they even know what a war is? How old are they again? Six? Seven?) he though for himself.
— What is a thief? — Myra asked.
— What is inphormation? — Lewis questioned.
Dagger gave a soft smile followed be a sigh, he knew it was going to be a long night.
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🔸Joke was also returning home to rest; the day had been terrible, ever since he woke up and found his kitchen full of traps and tricks that cost no more than two silver coins, upon arriving at work, he had to endure his colleagues' jokes about his latest failure, his boss being a jerk to him once more, and worst of all, running into Dagger during a mission; he was alive, at least, this time, the White Spy didn't made sure if the shot had hitted Black's head or not, but that didn't diminish the hatred and anguish that the spy in black harbored for having lost once again to his cunning rival. Not exactly because he had lost to him, but rather because it meant that the next day would be identical to this one, with more traps in his own home, more disrespect at work, if he could he'd punch Dagger's sniffer without a second thought. As he walked, he heard a faint rumble of thunder, when he looked up, thick, heavy raindrops beginning to fall from the sky. (shit.) He still was quite far from where he lived and he didn't have an umbrella, looking for shelter to wait out the rain, he saw Dagger's house, and without thinking twice, he ran straight there. But instead of ringing the doorbell at the front door, he went to the backyard and climbed the wall to reach a window that he managed to open from the outside, now that he was in the attic, he could breathe and think straight.He knew perfectly well, he was in his enemy's house, and there was an extremely heavy rain outside that seemed like it wouldn't stop, it had only gotten worse; the answer seemed rather obvious by the standards and customs of those two; he would fill a place in the house with traps, and wait for Dagger to fall into one of them, so he would spend the time his rival was dead waiting for the rain to pass; it was then automatically decided what he was going to do, he already had a few tricks up his sleeve, but he knew he needed more things hidden in that basement; they were starting to rummage through the boxe; christmas ornaments, Halloween decorations, Easter decorations, books for donation, photo albums, a large trunk of clothes, souvenirs, he supposed; he rummaged around a bit more and found a wooden crate that at first glance seemed normal, but upon closer inspection, it was clear that the markings on the upper boards were not just decoration, they were Morse code.
- --- .--. / ... . -.-. .-. . - ---... / .-- .... .. - . / . -- -... .- ... ... -.-- --..-- / ... ..- .--. .--. .-.. .. . ... / ..-. --- .-. / .-- .... .. - . / ... .--. .. . ... .-.-.- / -... .- - -.-. .... ---... / ...-- ----. -....- -.... ....- .-.-.- ..... ---.. ...--
It made a while the last he had to read a morse code, but he still could understand what It was saying, he just needed to open that; luckly he had a crowbar in his suitcase, while searching for the object at the bottom of his suitcase, he heard the sound of something falling on the floor below.
— Myra! — Black heard his rival voice muffled. — I've already said you can't play with your ball inside there; you're lucky this one is not fragile. — The sound of a little giggle and foots running away echoed.
— A child...? — Joke asked himself while walking to the windom direction, the rain continued intensely, and to make matters worse, there was flooding. It wasn't possible to say for sure, but Black guessed, seventy-five centimeters of water, approximately, judging by the mailbox, it was actually great to know that his rival's house was slightly elevated from where the ground was. He turned his attention back to the crate, he positioned the crowbar to remove one of the wooden planks; no sooner said than done, dynamite, a grenade, pocket knives, and some disguised objects, perfect for espionage. He stuffed some of the items into the false bottom of his suitcase, and kept one of the daggers in the sleeve of his coat, which would be easy to pull out if necessary, he was determined to spend the entire night in that place if necessary, If there really was a child in that house, I wouldn't dare commit a crime in that setting, he sat in a corner and rested his head on the floor to listen better; he could hear dogs barking, children laughing, and the voice of someone who absolutely didn't know what to do.
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🔸White grabbed a Pitbull Terrier with all his streght.
— Myra! You've awaken Connor! — White complained.
— I like Connor. — Myra smiled.
— Yeah, but even that he likes kids, he doesn't know how to play! — He said while holding the Pitbull Terrier up. — He have no notion of his streght and can hurt you!
— URGH! So what you want me to do around there?
— Well, why don't you read? like your brother is doing? — Myra looked at Lewis sitted on the cough while lying by Boq, reading “The Princess and the Pea”, she then looked at Dagger, her eyes squiting. — Uhh, maybe not. — She crossed her arms while looking at him. — How about a board game? We can play together! — He tried to keep the smile as if there was not a dog trying to free itself from his arms. Her little eyes sparkled, she smiled from cheek to cheek, nodded her head, and ran to sit on the sofa like the best-behaved child in the world. Heckel finally placed the dog in a fenced-in room filled with tattered, black-clad plush toys. He made his way to the stairs that led to the basement.
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🔸Black heard the approaching footsteps and hid behind a pile of boxes. White opened the door and went upstairs; the moment he stood up, he felt a sharp blow to his shoulder and fell. Black hit him with a pan, aiming for the head but missing badly. Realizing his rival was still conscious, he went downstairs.
— YOU! — White yelled as he stood up, still in pain from his arm, and jumped straight into the hallway. Black ran and spun down the hallway, but White managed to jump on top of him, pulled out a gun, and pinned him to the ground. — What are YOU doing in my house?!
— Rain.
— Pardon?
— Forgiven.
— You're being quite cheeky for someone who has a gun to their head.
— I know you wouldn't dare.
— What guarantees you that? — He pushed Joke's head harder against the ground.
— The child, I heard the child's laughter. — White softened his grip as he opened his eyes slightly before pushing again. — You don't want to get your hands dirty with blood with a child nearby. — He smirked. — Also I know this carpet you pinning me on is expensive, you don't want blood stains on it.
— You're a bitch. — He put the gun away but still held his rival tightly.
— Oh! And one more thing.
— What?
— That — Joke managed to reach a packet of powder from his back pocket and threw it in Dagger's face, then used the moment to turn the tables and pin White to the ground while holding on his arms.
— SON OF A- — The man on black put a finger on the man on white's mouth.
— Hey! We won't involve our parents on that. — He squeezed as hard as he could. — And it's not like I'm going to hurt you, there's a child here, isn't there? — White sighned.
— Two...
— Two?! Yeah Im not killing you, not today.
— The fuck you want?
— Just a place to stay while it's flooding outside, let's set this deal, you let me stay and we won't threat each other.
— Let me go.
— First, agree.
— First, let me go.
— Just say "Agreed" and I let you go.
— Just let me go and I think if I should agree.
— So I won't let you go.
— Then I will not agree.
— I can't stand you, you know?
— Oh, damn dude, I had no idea.
— Bitch.
— Jerk.
— Urgh! alright. — He sighned and got up, White struggled a little to stand by himself and brushed a little of dust off his clothes with his hands while facing his rival. — So...
— No.
— OH C'MON!
— Uncle Heckel...? — Lewis standed on the hallway with a shy face.
— Lewis? How long have you been standing on there? — White looked at Black and saw the man smiling while looking at him.
— Who's that? — The kid pointed to Joke.
— Well, heh; this is, uh-
— Jackel Jekill, a friend of your... Uncle. — He said casually shaking the kid's hand while smiling looking at White.
— Yeah... A frieeeeend — he said throw the teeths.
— How long have he been there since it's raining outside? — Jackel cutted Heckel before he could have opened his mouth.
— Some hours, I guess; I was cleaning my good ol' pal basement and must not have seen the little ones coming in. — He petted Lewis' head, getting a soft chuckle from the boy.
— Alright... — Dagger crossed his arms.
— Hey kid,want to see a trick?
— A trick?
— Yeah, look at this! — He showed the palms of his hands, brought one hand close to the boy's head, and then pulled out a coin. — All yours, buddy. — He tossed the coin to Lewis, who caught it with a smile and left. Joke then turned to look at Dagger, a stupid grin on his face. — Your name is Heckel? — The man almost breaking on laugh.
— Yeah Yeah, keep laughing, Jackel.
— No wonder I've just heard about you by the codename, no wonder.
— Yours is literally "Joke"
— Sure, Dagger. — He cried of laughing, Heckel looked him up and down, then glanced outside and watched as the floodwaters swept everything away in the street.
— Okay, okay. You can stay until the flood passes.
— Really?!
— Yes, but one thing; it's best if you don't set anything up in this house.
— I'm not crazy.
— Yes, you are.
— No, I'm not?
— Yes, you are.
— No, I'm not?
— URGH! I can't discuss with you all night.
— I can.
— You're unbearable.
— I do my best. — White looked at him, slightly annoyed, then went back up the basement stairs and grabbed a random board game.
— Look, here's the thing, my sister-
— You have a sister?
— Uh- yeah, twin sister.
— Poor girl...
— What?
— Imagine having to look exactly like you. — White once again looked Black from up to down.
— Look, man, I'm trying not to throw you into my Pitbull's enclosure, but you're not helping.
— Procced...
— My sister let her childrens with me while she solves some issues, but, i'm... not the best guy when it comes to babysitting.
— Yeah, I can tell.
— If you want to stay during the flood, fine, but, please help me.
— What a rare circumstance.
— C'mon, I've saw you on the park with that little fan club of yours, kids seen to like you.
— Are you that desperate?
— Do you want to stay outside.
— Uh... Fine.
— Truce? — He extended his hand.
— Yeah sure. — Black shoke his hand, a dagger came out his sleeve.
— Hey! That's... My embassy's dagger?
— Uh, maybe ours use the same brand? — Black gave the worse fake smile ever saw.
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A little later, Dagger was in the kitchen while Joke played a board game with Myra and Lewis.
— Alright, the Myra is winning but It wont mean Lewis can't turn the tables, all he needs is to get a number greater than three to win.
Lewis rolled the dice and got a four, before he touched the pawn, Myra threw the board on the floor.
— Unfair.
— Unphair?! You're just mad I won.
Myra showed her tongue to her twin.
— Hey hey, kid. — Black petted the curls on her hair. — You can't win all and that's fine.
— Yeah, nobody better to know it than you. — Dagger enterned the room with a pan of spaghetti.
— No idea of what you mean Heck, once I remember, I always win from you.
— Stop being a liar. — He set the pot on the empty table. — I will get the plates plates, you all wait.
He left
— Mr Jack, how did you met uncle Heckel? — Myra asked
— Uh... We... Work together, kinda.
Dagger came back with plates and forks placing them in front of Joke.
— Choose. — Joke though for a little before randomly picking the plate and fork and serving himself, Dagger serves the kids and himself and they began eating.
— Can we stay up until late? — Myra asked.
— No. — White answered.
— Why not? — Lewis questioned.
— You two are too small to stay up late, and this Jackass here needs to rest, I guess.
— You have such vocabulary near childs. — White gave a sarcastic smile to Black. White reciprocated the sarcastic smile before looking out the window, where the rain was still falling with extreme force, he frowed and sighned.
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Much later, as White was brushing his teeth before bed, he passed by the guest room where he saw Black telling to Myra and Lewis a story for them to sleep.
— ...And then the giant said, “I will take you to your house, but you must not boast about having had the privilege of traveling on my back, or I will kill you.” Having done so, Ivan vowed with unwavering commitment, and the giant carried him, along with all the salt he had acquired, back to the kingdom, with the young man's successful return with the rare spice to his homeland, the king fulfilled his promise; he gave his daughter's hand in marriage, and to celebrate, they threw a party, where after drinking beer, Ivan began to purposefully boast about having ridden on the giant's back. Who then appeared shouting, “I warned you! I warned you not to boast as if my generosity were a reward earned through hard work! Now, I will kill you!” But Ivan, who was no fool, told the Giant that his words had been uttered in drunkenness; therefore, he ordered that six jugs full of vodka be served to the giant, getting him drunk, causing him to destroy a third of the village during his drunken stupor, and then falling asleep for three days. When the giant woke up, Ivan showed him what he had done, and the giant immediately said “You're right, alcohol makes you do and say things out of control, I can't kill you for things you said while you were out of control.” So the Giant left the king's land, and Ivan lived happily ever after with his wife, the king, and the salt; the end. — Black then put on a blanket on the kids and turned off the lights and heading out the room, he smiled to White.
— I- have questions.
— Yes?
— What kind of Fairytale is that?!
— Shhh! You gonna wake them up.
— Forget It.
— If you insist. — White rolled his eyes while Black went down stairs. — Oh between. Thanks again for lend me one of yours pajamas. — He dropped himself in the cough.
— You welcome. I just cant believe we managed to stay near each other without killing one another for more than six hours; our second biggest record.
— Oh yeah, haha; I still Haven't forgot your face when- — White threw a heavy blanket in the cough and began going up stairs.
— Shut up and good night; Jackel.
Joke toke the blanket out his face and sat on the sofa to see Dagger going up to his bedroom, he looked out the windom, the rain began geeting weaker, he then looked up again, then to the blanket, laid on the sofa covering his body.
— Good night, Heckel.
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