day 1 part 1
Black ButlerMISSING
Lee Kiseop
Age : 15 Eyes : Brown Hair : Brown
Height : 180 cm Weight : 60 kg
Last seen : January 17,2009 at Namsan Tower in Seoul, South Korea
Lee Kiseop, a 15-year-old student from Jungsan High, was seen, last Thursday, near the Namsan Tower.
Celebrating his birthday.
Kiseop was last seen wearing a dark leather jacket, with a white v-neck t-shirt that says "USC Trojans" on the
front. He wore dark baggy jeans and black Nike high tops. He has short brown hair, and brown,
hazel eyes.
If you found him, please contact *(***)***-****
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The man switched on his flashlight, illuminating onto the old, ugly, and abandoned caravan. He slammed his big fist
onto the door. It made a huge screech , and pounding sound. It cracked open. The door pushed itself, slowly, stealthily swinging it-
self, pass the young man. The back of the door, took a stop, as it hit the side of the caravan. A huge, and loud noise rumbled, echo-
ing through the empty desert. The door fell apart, slamming onto the floor, dust and sand flew everywhere, along with the hot wind.
Stepping his right foot on the steps of the caravan, a rusty, and rough cough came out, as soon as the nasty, damp,
warm air insert his tiny nose. The flashlight spun itself around, brightening up the dark patches in the caravan. The flashlight landed
on an old, yellow looking photo. The photo showed an elementary kid, in his bright, white and blue uniform. He was holding a
certificate, stating good behavior and positive attitude. The little boy was smiling angelically at the camera, proud of himself. Deep
in the picture, you can see a tiny birthmark, on his collar bone, right above the collar bone. It was a shape of a butterfly.
The young man took out his tweezers , aiming it at the corner of the picture. Picking it up between the tweezers with
his big, careful hands, holding onto the tweezers tightly. He picked up the picture, placing it into the small bag, marked 'evidence'.
He vanished within minutes. Besides the fact that the door was broken, it didn't look like the caravan was changed at
all, not even on tiny bit.
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"Boss!" the young man bowed to his senior, holding the bag of evidence in front of him.
"Well done, Zico. You may now leave." the boss replied, not bothering to even look at the young butler. The boss,
Jaehyo was facing the opposite direction, taking a view at the huge scenarios. His room had no walls, just windows, clear glass.
Except the fact the there was a bold, metal wall in the front of the fifty foot room, for him to change in. He was on a huge, spinning
chair, a really expensive one, they say. His hair was popping out from the top of the chair.
Zico placed the bag on the man's table, and bowed once more. Before walking off, Zico stopped, and turned back
around towards his boss. "But sir, your son has been missing for over the pass two years, we'll never find him." Zico explained,
looking at his shiny black shoes, instead of the boss. Zico was dressed in a black vest, and black pants. Inside his vest, he was
wearing a white dressing shirt, with the end of his sleeves folded upwards, right above his elbow. He had a little apron, tied around
his waist. It was the size between his waist and his middle thigh. He was wearing a white, silky glove. His pure, pearl brown eyes
were covered by his long, silky brown bangs.
"Silence!" the man shrieked, " There are no such thing as never! You are dismissed. Go, now!" he finished. The voice
echoed through the huge room. The man slammed the palm of his hand on the leather chair, it echoed through the room again.
Zico speed walked out of the room. He made his way in to the kitchen. He sighed at the dirty sight in front of him.
Left over foods , every where, sauce, flours, all those cooking supplies. "How can one man, make a huge mess?" Zico cursed use-
less words and grabbed the handkerchief from the back of his pocket. He scrubbed the counter. "This dude needs to hire some
maids, or another butler." he complained to himself, clenching his teeth. His thought soon went into wonderland.
"Done!" Zico called out to himself, loud enough for the boss to hear. The counter was squeaky clean, and every other
things were in place. It was literally shinning in the kitchen. He made his way towards the dining table, sitting down on one of the
chairs. "How the hell am I suppose to find a boy, who was reported, missing two years ago?" he asked himself, "It's impossible!"
he muttered under his breath, leaving out a deep sigh.
Zico checked his watch. One Thirty-Five, it said. He shook his head and stood up. He ran into the boss's room. He
went through the boss's files. He grabbed every single little thing that labeled, "Kiseop" even if it was useless , he still took it. "Jiho!"
the boss called. Zico turned around, hiding the file behind his back, sticking it up his vest, it stood above his belt and in his vest.
"What are you doing here, sir?" Jaehyo walked towards Zico, staring at him. Zico's heart started beating, faster and faster. "Nothing
sir, I was just.. uhmm.. I was just organizing your files." he explained, keeping his eyes on the floor. "There's no need. You may go."
The boss explained, continued staring at the boy. The boss was suspicious, yet he shrugged it off. Zico immediately walked out
his room, and ran outside. He grabbed the file from his back and opened up the file, as he was walking outside.
"What is he doing?" the boss questioned, as he stood near one of the windows, looking down at Zico. He looked
at his closet, Kiseop's file was gone. Jaehyo sat on his chair, and continued staring out the window. His face red no emotion, but
his eyes, was like a devil's.
day 1. part 1. ch 1.
Hello c: . It's emphasis here. Sorry, chapter one might be a bit bad. I wrote it down on a notebook, and editted some stuff along the
way. I hope you guys enjoyed it, and tend to suppost me through out the whole story. c: . thanks for reading.
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