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Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

On his way to the gym through the garden-like areas surrounding the schools, Fredrich found himself stopping to gaze at some lilium bulbiferum, otherwise known as orange lilies. Orange... He always loved to eat oranges. In fact, anything that had to do with the citrus was enough to make him euphoric. Just seeing that happy face put one of longing on Fredrich's own. He missed him, he didn't think it would be so hard but the memories alone kept his mind too preoccupied to focus on anything else.
The only thing that got him to pry his dark blue eyes away from the flowers was a bright flash of purple from a distance. Flickering his gaze at it, he noticed a girl with such a bizarre color for hair. How strange, it reminded him of the sister of the man that stole everything from him.

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

Noticing the purple blur get closer, Fredrich was tempted to move back or maybe just leave the area altogether. Tempted by the thought, he was just turning around to leave when he heard the figure mutter to itself. He didn't bother listening, but only one word stuck out that gained his attention. Ethan. Instantly spinning around, Fredrich examined the figure. A purple-haired neko, and she looked very similar to that brat's sister. Few years had passed, so perhaps this really was her. Besides, how else would she know him?
But just to be sure... "Ethan Wilhelm, you mean?" he said in a loud enough voice for the woman to acknowledge him, unaware of her ailment. Fredrich's expression, like always, was serious and almost intimidating, but his dark blue eyes held a different emotion. Oh, but that had changed, hadn't it, Ethan's name? "Oh, pardon me... I mean Ethan... Han." he hissed the last word.

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

Fredrich winced when he heard the girl, simply hating the reminder of Ethan's connection to anyone. So it was true, Ethan really was.... Shaking his head again, the detective looked at Niji with a solemn expression. "I... went to school with him before." he muttered. It was partially the truth. He didn't necessarily take any classes with Ethan, but he worked at the school during that time. Mmph, no, no, no! He was supposed to stop thinking of him! He didn't need to reminisce with his sister-in-law...

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

"That's what I meant when I said that I went to school with him, yes." Fredrich replied with more irritation than he expected. He wasn't liking how this girl was circling him like a shark, or how she sniffed at his cologne. Hell, he didn't even like the fact that she was Ethan's sister-in-law.

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

The man in black gave her a somewhat impressed look. "So you remember me. Fine. Now tell me what you're doing here." He suddenly narrowed his eyes. "Shouldn't you be around your detective-playing brother?" he seethed.

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

The detective wasn't sure how to feel about this newly acquired information. A time span of four years, that could mean anything. Maybe the two split up (hopefully) or maybe they were just so damn close that they couldn't talk to anyone else for fear of making the other half jealous. Fredrich's gaze hardened as he tossed out the last option into the darkest pit of his mind, letting the flames of hate attack.
"That still doesn't explain why you're here." he grunted, finding his gaze drift back to the orange lilies. He could still remember that idiotic blonde's wild assumption on murder mysteries. That idiot, he might have dragged Ethan with him and caused an actual killer to.... The gloved man clenched his jaw, trying not to think about the thought that kept him awake at night sometimes.

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

Fredrich did nothing but closed his eyes and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his right thumb. The girl knew his secret, that didn't surprise him. Knowing her family, that pop star idiot told her everything. "And what, pray tell, could you be doing for work that requires you to be here?" he asked her.

Without proof, you'll never catch me.