Episode 3

He owned a sleek Italian mansion three streets away from the school. It was designed to be approached in an automobile up a long and elegant driveway. The front of the house has a grand,Italianate style, impressive to visitors. But when the driver continues along the driveway, he comes to a more intricate entrance in the Palladian style, drawn from the architecture of ancient Greece or Rome. The upstairs of the house has only four bedrooms. The downstairs of the house,however is a series of grand rooms designed for entertaining on a lavish and generous scale. The Swan House has a thirty three acres of land which encompasses gardens, terraced lawns,boxwood trees,and cascading fountains. Tristan had to smirk when the girl gasped at its splendour. Even she,the Prince's daughter, had never lived, even dreamed,of living in such a luxurious house. When the car pulled to a stop Tristan hopped out of there like his butt was on fire. He couldn't wait to get away from her. "Tris." Her voice stopped him in his tracks. "What?" He said as evenly as he could. "You will come to her funeral right?" She asked him. He looked at her. "You mean they didn't have it yet?" He asked her. She shook her head slowly. "After you.....murdered her the police wanted to do an investigation first. So her funeral will only be tomorrow. Tristan looked at his shoes. " I don't...usually... visit the people I murdered. " he managed to say. She stared at her feet. "Oh."

"But since she's special I'll go." Tristan smiled. She looked at him. "She's special?"

He smiled. "She's your friend of course she is."

She stared at her feet. " yeah." She smiled. She looked up at him."I guess she is."

"BUT DON'T THINK THIS MEANS I'M LETTING YOU OFF EASY." She added.

Tristan laughed. "I wouldn't dare, princess."

She blushed. "I'm no princess." But he pretended not to hear her and he walked away grinning like the goof he was.

"Zhao."

"ZHAO!"

Zhao jolted out of his daydream and faced his father. "Geez. If you continue like that I doubt you'll ever become leader." His father grouched. "Sorry Otosan." Tristan said respectfully. His father rolled his eyes. "Damn do you have to make me sound so old Tristan. From now on, never call me father again. Besides. Your mother always preferred Chinese to Japanese. Just call me Ba."

Tristan scrunched his nose. "Ba? That makes you sound old." His father laughed. "You see? From now on Tristan, I think you can call me leader." Tristan grinned. "OK leader."

His father nodded. And then got real close to Tristan. "So is there a girl?" He asked his son. Tristan jerked back. "Dad!" His father giggled like a lunatic. "So is there?" He asked in between laughs. "NO!" Tristan yelled. "Are you sure?" His father squinted at him. "YES!" Tristan said shoving his father away. They collapsed in a heap,laughing. His father tousled Tristan's hair lovingly. "One day, my boy." He said. Tristan shook his head. "I don't think so, Oto. I don't see the point in girls."

His father continued stroking his hair. "There is a point. For example,if it weren't for your mother you wouldn't have been born." Tristan gagged. "Ew." His father grinned. "You'll understand one day. I'm just terrible at explaining things." Tristan sacked his father playfully. "Don't say that. You're really good at explaining stuff. I'm just too dumb to understand." His father put Tristan's head on his chest and said quietly "You aren't dumb. You could never be dumb and even if you were dumb I would still treat you as if you werent ."

Tristan looked at his father. And the emotionless assassin let a single tear fall down his face.

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