Verlaine knew who was his family. Of course, the man he had come to love and devoted his life to.

Well, and his little brother.

That was the difficult part. He hadn't exactly told the teen that they were honorarily related. He hadn't been able to confirm their relation, but that was going to change.

Getting to the mafia was easy. Being disguised as a simple mail-man. Finding the file was.. less easy.

The worst part? Verlaine wouldn't be able to see his partner for weeks, at least not without being undercover.

So now, Verlaine found himself in one of the file storages. It was night, and this was one of the only chances he had to find out about his brother.

Verlaine threw countless stacks of paper onto the floor, franctically trying to find his honorary brother's file.

However, someone shoved him over the nearby table, pointing a gun at him. And Verlaine returned the favor.

"I suggest you leave and forget what you saw, or else things here might get.. messy."