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nice! I think I can kinda agree with that . . . if I eat one flavor to often I tend to get sick of it.

"We have to go . . . I . . ." Sharon just shakes her hand and turns back to watching Sharlee cook. She didn't seem to care at all. "Shar'i what's happening?" Sharpo asked. No one answered him. "Kandy please . . ." Sharp'i was almost in tears. "Will you come? I can't- I can't do this."

Suddenly Sharp'i entered the kitchen, with Sharpo in tow. The boy looked confused, a little shaken even. "Kandy . . ." Sharp'i's voice sounded panicked. "Kandy did you hear the announcement? It's . . . It's happening." He was trying his best to keep his breathing steady, and was gripping Sharpo's hand.

"You think you know my own son better then I do? Honestly child." Sharons voice wasn't loud, but it was angry. Angry enough to make Sharlee hunch down a bit nervously over the skillet.

I forgot about Kandra too lol . . . that being said I think I stick with my choice

"You- you know what? I don't want to know . . ." Sharon takes a deep breath, "I don't think you understand how this family works, dear. He was raised by that man, he's that man's child."

"And new ones are made in their place."

"Stand for what? It's the truth, sweetheart. Everyone in this family is crooked one way or another, I mean, you saw what happened this morning. At least the rest of us have the skill to actually pull our plans off."

Sharon shook her head. "I thought he was over manipulating people . . . honestly, what does he think he's going to get out of this . . ." she muttered to herself. Sharlee blushes at the mention of her cooking, but doesn't say anything.

She rolls her eyes. "And I'm sure he's the one who told you all about that, huh?" Sharlee had starting cooking, and a nice smell began to fill the kitchen.

"You got to know him? What on earth is there to know?" She chuckles again, "I think he may have convinced you he was far more than he really is . . ."

"Intent is the thing that matters most, silly." Chiyo said. "You may have done it, but you can move on and do better in the future!"

She smiles and chuckles, "I see . . . he deserved it, I'm sure."

"It's alright, Chiyo said, putting her hand on their shoulder. "You didn't mean to."

Welcome to the Shard!!! So you have a favorite kind of bagel?

Ah yes . . . I must have skimmed past that part lol. That makes way more sense!

Tindwyl for absolute sure . . . as for the other two, I would go with Jasnah and Kelsier.

"That's what I thought dear." There's an unnerving amount of self-satisfaction in her voice. She led Kandy, with Sharlee tentatively trailing behind, down to the kitchen they had snuck through the day before. The maid began pulling out dishes and ingredients. Sharon didn't join her, but instead began overseeing the work. A long moment full of clattering pots and pans passed. "Do you like being Sharp'i's friend dear?" Sharon asked suddenly.

"Don't be silly dear, a young lady such as yourself should do her best to stay far away from these sorts of things." A darkness entered her eyes for a brief moment, but left as soon as it came. She moved across the room and grabbed Kandy, pulling her away from Sharp'i, with surprisingly strong hands. "Come along now, dear." "Nice to meet you Bee! I'm Sharpo . . . were gonna ask Sharlee if she needs any help, she's the only other servant in the house." He said, continuing down the hallway. "She'll be in the kitchen round about now, I think."

all those cute anime girls had better not kill my boy sharpo

Sharp'i layed his head on her shoulder. At least he wasn't alone right now. "What do we . . ." Sharlee said, glancing around the room, "What do we do now?" "I-I'll call someone to inspect and clean up the body," Sharp said, moving towards the door. "Wait a second young man," Sharvil called, speaking and raising his head for the first time that morning, "Don't be too eager to leave, not when one of us is clearly not telling the whole truth." They all endured an extended, awkward moment of silence. "I'll use the phone in his office." Sharp finally mumbled, going over to a door on the left. Sharon wiped away her tears, and looked around the room in a taking-charge sort of way. "Suspicious or not, we can't just sit here all day . . . why don't Sharlee and I work on some breakfast, and Sharp'i and Sharp can try to clean . . . this up when help arrives." She stood, brushing herself off, not giving Sharvil the chance to contradict her. "Kandy, why don't you join us in the kitchen? This certainly isn't a sight for a young lady." "Hmm," Sharpo said, thinking. "Come on in, lets go ask." He lets Bee in through the front doors, and leads them down empty and old looking hallways. "So what's your name?"

"I don't remember . . ." Chiyo said. "Should we take him up to his room?"

"I locked . . ." Sharlee mumbled. "I locked the doors last night, the way I do every night . . ." "Maybe the killer came through the windows?" Sharp wondered aloud. He moved over there and opened the curtains, inspecting each window. These windows were some that had been visibly boarded up from the outside. The boards were still in place on all of them, and there was no damage or scratch marks left from someone removing them and putting them back in place. Sharp's efforts were halfhearted. He knew, just as well as Sharp'i, that this hadn't been an outside affair. Tensions in the family had been rising for months, ever since the rebellion and the fall of The House. Sharp'i had thought they'd reached a balance of mostly just ignoring one another, but it seems that hadn't been enough. He hadn't loved his father, but that didn't mean he should've been murdered. More heartbreaking than the death was the fact that one of his family members had done it.

The maid sniffled loudly. "I was . . . I was just checking if 'e wanted breakfast the-the way 'e does earlier in the mornin' but than I found 'im like this and I-I . . ." She trailed off. "It's alright dear," Sharon said, rubbing her back. "Sharlee's the one who screamed this morning," Sharp clarified, "When she say the body." Sharp'i ran his fingers through his hair, "But how . . . I don't understand how . . ." Sharpo answered the door. He was ten years old, with dark curly hair and freckles. "What d'ya need?"

"I don't know . . . he said I couldn't come in for some reason." Sharpo lead them through the maze of halls until they got to two large doors that clearly lead to the master bedroom. They were ajar, and Sharp stood outside anxiously tapping his foot. When they got there he nodded to Sharpo, who then left. "I-I sorry you had to be here when this happened Kandy . . ." He said trailing off as he lead them inside. The room was what you'd expect from a master bedroom. A big fourposter bed against one wall and thick curtains blocking the windows. Sharon and the maid sat on the bed; both of them were in tears. Sharvil sat in one of the rooms armchairs, his head in his hands. Sharp III, the man who had been sitting at the head of the table last night, was lying on the ground in a pool of blood, clearly dead several hours ago.