Fae Fae’s brother had a name, but no one gave a damn.
He was the type of person no one wanted to even touch with a 30 and a half foot pole.
If Fae Fae was born as a pure hearted woman with a body made for sin, her brother was all the sin incarnate. Prideful spirit, greedy hands, wrathful tongue, envious lecher, raw lust, never ending gluttony, and of course sloth – period.
Inspector Lee didn’t want to see this man again.
Yes, he had been forced to face him time and time again in his line of work, but if he had a choice he rather kick him out of the Capital and let him be someone else’s problem. It was a never ending nightmare with the Brother, and this was talking on the side of the law.
Thus both Inspector Lee and Martial Kim could not fathom what kind of life Fae Fae had with a blood brother like him.
Still they had a job. They had to speak to him to ask questions, if not tell him about Fae Fae’s death. Standard procedure anyhow. Meanwhile Martial Kim had sent Martial Yellow Sister and some Constables out of town, to look for this mysterious origin of the hairpin bearing the words STAR and FORT in North Cloud City.
So it really was divide and conquer.
Inspector Lee knew exactly where the Brother was, so he took Martial Kim there. Just, the latter did not expect the residence to be...so jaw dropping.
“...He’s dead!?”
“What? N-no! He legit rents here!”
A Funeral Parlour.
It was a small little store that sold caskets and coffins for the dead, cheap premade or expensive custom. It was definitely not an auspicious place, not many would come near the place unless they REALLY HAD to. Technically speaking, this was not an ideal place for gamblers to be around or the macabre atmosphere would devour their luck like piranhas to meat.
However, the upper floors had a couple of ‘divided rooms’ used for cheap rent.
So the Brother really had two choices: be a lucky bum on the streets or live in an unlucky shelter. Given his ‘earnings’ he could pretty much make rent if he doesn’t cause any major noise complaint.
Martial Kim can’t help but cover his mouth at this realization. “I think born to suck is a bit of polite overstatement.”
“Wait till you see him at his worst!” Inspector Lee wanted to laugh at the joke, but if it’s this guy he wasn’t in the mood.
They approached the owner of the Funeral Parlour as if checking into a hotel.
The store keeper simply went, “He’s dead!”
WHAT!?
“Bastard’s dead to me!” The store keeper enunciated with a roar. “Made a god damn mess of my room before leaving for ‘greener pastures’ he would tell me!” The store keeper pinched at his nose bridge as he muttered, “I planned to report him to the Constabulary, office, but then he put in like two months worth of rent money as compensation. I really had no room to argue.”
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“H-hold up.” Inspector Lee was sourly confused, “Did you say, he PAID you in compensation? How!? He barely makes rent!”
“Why don’t you ask him!” The keeper mumbled and pointed behind him. “There he is right there, that damn peacock!”
Peacock?
Inspector Lee and Martial Kim turned about and gasped! THERE REALLY WAS A PEACOCK STRUTTING DOWN THE STREET!
The Inspector recognized this peacock, er, this man! Fae Fae’s Brother! What he couldn’t understand, is how flamboyant the man was.
The Brother sported an expensive looking robe with blue and green colours, holding out a fur laced hand fan that gave everyone the impression of a peacock flexing its tail feathers. All sorts of jewellery from jade to silver weighed on every digit of his fingers, on his wrists, and even slung around his neck.
All the while he had one arm around this beautiful girl who...definitely didn’t look like a regular woman. She wore scantily clad garments that exposed enough skin to make women pull at the ears of their husbands just for glancing. Enough exposure where mothers would cover the eyes of their children and walk away.
Beautiful enough to make everyone forget they were walking and bump into each other. There literally was a bit of a human traffic jam on the main streets.
How rich, lavish, and alluring. If Inspector Lee hadn’t kept pointing and calling him that rascal bastard, Martial Kim would have trouble believing this was the same Brother they were looking for.
“HEY!” Inspector Lee roared and marched over with Martial Kim. He cut off the Brother’s stride to get his attention. “What the hell dd you do now!?”
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the consequences of my ooooold actions!” The Brother would laugh as he fanned himself with his fancy hand fan, giving a pleasant smile, “It’s been a while, my dear Inspector. Good health?”
Inspector Lee snorted, “Who the hell did you rob now to get all this swag!?”
“Rob!? Me? Why I would never. These are all a gift, from a good friend of mine! Mr. Sugon!”
“Sugon who?”
The Brother gave a WICKED smile. “SUGON, DEEEEZ NUUUUTS!”
“WHY YOU LITTLE—”
Inspector Lee was about to commit hardcore murder on the Brother.
Were it not for Martial Kim using a complex Taichi move to spin the momentum and killer energy off of the Inspector, it would have surely been a bloodbath. He quickly stepped in between the two warring parties, acting as the negotiator.
“Ahem.” Martial Kim cleared his throat, “We have some unfortunate news for you, good sir.”
The Brother was cackling, as if his previous life was that of a hyena. Feeling victorious, without doing anything, he would tug on his woman closer under one arm. Brazen enough to grope one of her breasts, out in the open!
Martial Kim...blushed and averted his gaze.
“Hey buddy, I am a very busy man you know.” The Brother laughed as he leaned against his woman, squeezing her girls like they were stress balls, “I kinda got a back to back appointment with my darling Mei Flower here. Let me tell you, when she’s in the mood – you do NOT want to keep that firing burning right? Needs a man like me with the right firewood to put that flame out, ya know?”
Martial Kim wanted to mention the analogy is all wrong, but he thought against it. Might as well rip off the bandages – for himself anyway. “I am sorry to inform you, your sister Fae Fae is dead.”
“Is that all? Well thanks buddy for the news.” The Brother casually flicked a silver ingot out of his sleeve and into Martial Kim’s hands. After some flirting and erotic touches on his woman, they both sway and stagger off the...never mind, the Brother suddenly reversed his steps with wide eyes, “...Hahah...Hahaa. You almost had me there buddy...Good joke.”
“No doubt this may come as a shock,” Martial Kim coughed, “I’ll give you a minute.”
“......WAIT YOU’RE DEADASS SERIOUS!?”