CHAPTER 1: UNUSUAL REQUEST 

“Blog entry: farces and fortunes Feb, 4th 19** - Sabriélle, The Republic of Griege. By Chunalont P.

On the early evening of January 16th, Mary Katsuki left her cottage on Mirage Village. She sneaked off through the back door of her house, suspiciously running away. Back then, her household staff did not suspect anything strange about her constant absence nor her conspicuous behaviour the month prior. She did not say anything to her sick mother nor his preoccupied brother.

She had a highly ordain life, work from 8:00 o'clock on mornings to brunch at midday. She ate with her sick mother, drove back to her office, stayed at that place till 7 pm. then went home. No history of alcoholism, save the nasty habit of smoking her pipe at her studio. She wasn't a complicated businesswoman, one could describe her as a faultless boss.  She was hardworking, always improving her inherited legacy, as the majoritarian owner of a chain of hotels and resorts around the Riviera.

Despite all of the known facts on the case, one could not care less about someone who apparently has everything: money, education, and a degree of influence. The highlights were in fact, somewhere else. Her little brother, a young doncella of a night club "the white lady", had a conspicuous company around. If we -as mere spectators- could find the category of men that Yuuri Katsuki associated with, "Thugs" will be the accurate description. So we suspect him or at least mark him as a person of interest.

She had another relative, an aunt and godmother who was cut off the family 11 years ago. The reasons for her disinheritance, elude us to this day. Mary's grandfather was a forgiving man, may he be harsh with his descendence when he was alive as the reason, Who might know? That man was 12 feet underground along with his wife. Was she somehow involve? We do not discharge the possibility.

Her mother, Hiroko Katsuki, is a gentle soul. Bedbound, resting her apparent disease, remains a lucid woman. Her life, ever since her husband passing, has been exhausting. Almost like a candle losing its wax, in her grief she poured all her strength on the Katsuki Empire until she fell sick 5 years ago. Her devoted daughter, counted her blessings each day her mother ate, woke up, and went to sleep. However, as sweet as her mother is, she remains the chairwoman behind the Company.

In the midst of that, a private investigator was currently deciding if it was worth the effort to take or not a high profile case such as MK.  The case drops on his doorstep, or should we clarify,  illegally trespasses his office, makes a fire and drinks his scotch. Nothing but the sight of that innocent creature pleading his case plagued the mind of the detective for months to come.  Although what he could not predict, was the series of events and mishaps the disappearance on M.K brought to him. A scandalous affair, one should warn, if you are still keen, we are obliged to tell the accounts in details as we were there. Nothing will remain in the shadows."

For those who don't enjoy the pleasantries of the sweet cost, might not picture the charm of ambience, nor the humility of the mirage. A single evening of January holds an everlasting spring full of life, warm rugs of beach kissed by the sun and peaceful joy. The wind carries way the pure sea, caresses the palm trees and travels the vast jungle until it reaches its core. Full of sound and kindness, the Pacific coast stands proud and abundant like a caring mother.

While the torrid winter on the north takes hostage meadows, rivers and forests; life itself grieves dressed in white. Sadness and solitude govern relentlessly over the landscape, leaving only skeletons of trees, dry grass and dormant streams. There are not murmurs of singing birds nor evidence of footprints either. Like cemeteries devoid of mirth, lie down bare.

But our tale doesn't begin then when tourists seek refuge in December. This tale and the subsequent events began when Yuuri Katsuki, received a letter through the mail. An invitation to brunch with his sister, half a year before the tragedy stroke. As the protagonists of this story share their greetings and bread. The table is set, and a matter of urgency dropped.

-You want me to drop of Law School and rebel? Be disinherited?!  - Spilt his tea in shock, albeit terrified for his sister's demeanour. She never looked so sure before, not even when she took over the Katsuki Enterprises without help. After all, his sister is a stubborn woman that would rather burn bridges before asking help. 

-Yeah, basically. Look, I know its insane, but I really need your help with something.- She sight, lighting her pipe. From his seat, Yuuri saw in her eyes something he had never perceived on her before. He'd have sworn, that for an instant, fear clouded her gaze. Almost haunting, it made his skin crawl and his stomach sink.

-Mary, what the hell is wrong with you?! - He'd carefully ask as if the answer was a death sentence.

-Yuuri, please do as I ask. Everything has to be done carefully or it won't work.- That request did not stop the uncomfortable gut feeling of wrongness. Mary was waiting, unmovable. Another light shone on her features, one of a cornered lion, ready to bear its teeth to anyone.

-Why? Are we in danger?-  He pleads, anxiously. Yuuri approaches her sister, placing a hand on her shoulder.

-We are safe, for now. But something is wrong- She sighs, burying her face on the crook of his neck.

-You will never tell me anything, won’t you?- Whispered softly, embracing her.-

-I can't. Not yet anyway- Only then, she would meet his eyes, looking past a void of emptiness, uncharacteristically of her usual composed behaviour. He felt pressure to leave the mather alone.

-Why? - After gathering courage, she meets his sister on the eye.

-Might it be risky, this is a way to protect you.

-How being disinherited helps?!

-There will be a fight, you 'll be "disinherited" but not quite. It's just a ruse to distract them.- Gasped Yuuri, the whole plan sounding outlandish -  Then you'll seek work as a performer on a night club where this man works, he owes me a life debt.-She then, took off her lapel a photograph. It was a handsome young man, in his twenties, black undercut, clean looks but basically a marble statue. -I'll send you flowers every Tuesday-

-What if something happens? How will I contact you? You are not making any sense!

-If something goes wrong. I need you to contact this man- And she showed him a business card. A private investigator downtown: "Nikiforov Investigations"- Should anything happens to me Yuuri, this applies too.

-Mary, I c-can't do this!

-Promise me, Yuuri.

-But

-PROMISE ME YOU WILL DO IT!

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So, chapter one of a complicated thing is potentially out. This story is weird, involves chasing, guns, undercover mission, plotting of evil deeds, a burlesque show on a night club (which is lame, it simply does not justifies why oh why sweet Yuuri works on “The white lady”. Need to work on that) and romance in the peril of danger.

 Basically a Femme Fatale Yuuri and a stone face detective Viktor?