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"What do we do about the others now, eehh..?"

Rudolf looked to his wife, beautifully adorned and riddled with rose petals. Not exactly those of a flower...graceful, beautiful bright red flower petals that only the human body could produce. But it wasn't simply Kyrie who had so wonderfully wore those petals, as if they were of the finest jewelry- Rudolf himself was stained with them considerably. The fresh, trickling blood was that of his siblings. Indeed...who else had the ability to so seamlessly and elegantly carry a gun like Kyrie?

Or had the lethal, practiced reflexes of Rudolf as he pointed the cold barrel of his gun down at his siblings. His family, which he had offered little mercy in the complete massacre of. Truthfully...Rudolf would rather have not resorted to doing so, but what had happened between the gold, had simply happened. Now his darling had conceived a brilliant plan, and they were going to exact it and live the rest of their lives together in gleeful leisure. As he looked up at the sky with...a most peculiar expression and began chuckling madly, he pondered...and wondered.

He needed some time to mull over how fortunate he felt, to have a wonderful wife like Kyrie, who had fully awoken him now. Yes, it was a wonderful, warm feeling for him, that washed over his entire body from the center of his chest.

"...Now now, we're not quite done yet. We have to deal with those guests of Kinzo's first, before finishing off the little ones. I hope you already have an explanation for your son, right, dear?"

Kyrie herself hadn't been nearly as ecstatic as her husband. But perhaps that had been even eerier. Blinded by that vast sum of wealth, she wore the most casual, unbothered smile as she went about drenched in fresh blood. Nothing mattered...they'd have everything to themselves, and that was that. Kyrie hardly considered her own child in this whole vile, grotesque affair, no less the lives of her husband's family. But right now, there were more pressing matters to attend to.

Herself and her husband had begun cleaning their clothes of the quaint red petals that adorned them. That most certainly would be suspicious, unfortunately. It gave her time to ponder over any last second brilliant plans for Rudolf and herself. Once all was said and done, with a kind smile, as if asking for him to go pick up the groceries-

"Dear, we should call them out one by one, don't you think? Let's first try to deal with the annoying, foolish one first."

Rudolf in turn looked back, offering a content nod and smirk as he continued fiddling with that beautiful gun, which he'd still be fascinated by to this very day.

"Yeah- I'll call him out by the chapel and report back if any...unfortunate developments occur with his friend or the kids. But try not to frighten Battler, I'd hate to have to pull the trigger on him."

Rudolf said, with a comical look of plea. It was...bizarre, seeing their expressions in comparison to their actions. Kyrie gave a light chuckle and nodded, briskly walking over to the phone and dialing up the landline for the guesthouse, in which the cousins and the guests would be most likely playing..

"Yes? Hello, George-kun. Could you give the phone to Son-kun, there's something important I must speak with him about."

Most likely the foolish, naïve Saiyan would pick up and continue to be fooled by every trick in her sleeve. After all, Kyrie had been an extraordinary woman, with intellect that theatergoers could only applaud and cheer for.

"Son-kun.. I'll make this quick, but... Rudolf and myself are in quite a bit of distress right now. The adults here continue to argue, and it's escalating quite quickly. Could you please meet Rudolf at the front of the chapel outside..?"

With a kind, concerned demeanor, she poured out the lies which the hopeless Saiyan would most likely accept without a second thought. Rudolf had already made his way to the chapel, and had reached the destination with the utmost of haste.

Leaning against the chapel wall, he calmly took a drag of a freshly lit cigarette. In the darkness behind him, his trusty gun, like his malevolent intentions, had been masked completely..

Now, he waits.