An unusual meeting (CopynPaste, RothMercian)

Pencil Sketch also opened his eyes as he saw the text. He began typing.
Who's this Shiraku, exactly?

Cika took one look at the text on the screen before typing back.

Shiraku? I have a hunch that she's my twin... See, when I first joined the clan, Vrael ran a couple of blood tests on me and found out that I was actually a half demon, but my other side didn't manifest itself, leaving me human. But the thing is, demons come in pairs...

Yes, but if I recall correctly, twins are supposed to have an almost identical appearance to their twin, whereas you and Cika do not look alike. At all. Even if we take out the fact that Shiraku's a female, and you are a male.
Pencil Sketch had a hard tiome thinking that Cika thought that Shiraku had the same family. Pencil Sketch wanted to make sure. He assigned a research program to the adoption site, maybe able to find something.

Cika's hands flew over the keyboard as he typed back.
Shiraku's other side manifested, which turned her hair blue. Mine never changed colour because of the fact that my demon side didn't manifest.

Ah, now I understand. Pencil Sketch added the data to his memory files, and stopped the research on the adoption site, finding only few things, which he gathered up into his memory file. Do you know why your second side hasn't manifested yet? Genetic malformation, if I may say?

Cika shrugged slightly.
I don't know, but I do know that it'll never manifest now. It's within the third and fifth years of the half-demon's life, so there's no chance of me ever manifesting now.

Hm. Pencil Sketch added this to his memory files. I'll soon need more memory...
Pencil Sketch did a quick scan of Cika's computer. He noticed a few corruptions in some documents, and he corrected them. He tweaked the computer so it would be top notch. He grinned to himself. I gave a little repairing to your computer. It should work faster now.

Ok, thanks, CIka typed before pausing. He looked a little guilty as he typed in the next part.
Can you hack the hospital records? I want to know more...

Nothing easier, Cika. Pencil Sketch wrote, a sly smile on his face. He would finally be able to hack conviniently for the good of certain people, and not just for his sake. Which hospital, to be exact? The location doesn't change anything, thanks to the internet.

Seems to be the Clinique de Chambéry. It's specialised in cancerous patients. CIka typed back, wondering what he would find out about this girl.

Cika thought for a moment again.
I want to know what's going to happen to her. Is she going to survive?

I'm going to see, then. Pencil Sketch located the hospital, and started his act. He transpassed the security, dressing himself as another document. He then passed the firewall, and researched for the document. I got through the security. But, if it ever passes on the document I'm searching for... Ah, well, I'll guess I'll have to hide once in a while.

Ok, Cika typed before sitting back in his chair, sighing, closing his eyes.

Pencil Sketch found the doument he wanted. He opened it, checking if there wasn't any further security. He then looked through its content.
Well, Pencil Sketch wrote, on Cika's computer, Bad news. It seems that she has a cancer of some sort. At least, that's what they put here. It doesn't precise if it's deadly, though.

Cika bit his lip.
Ok, I'm gonna go an see if I can visit her...

You'll have to take a call, and a rendez-vous, Pencil Sketch wrote, And a kid doing that is kinda awkward, dont'cha think? Pencil Sketch thought a bit. It's normal for him to worry about his supposedly sister. But, how is he even sure?

Cika sat back in his chair looking worried.
I just wanna see her, you know? Make sure she's ok... I haven't seen her for years...

You mean you've already seen her? I thought she entered the adoption center at the time where you got out, if I don't miscontrue. And the lie detector didn't say anything. Pencil Sketch wrote, hoping not to offend Cika with the lie detector he had put on for the whole conversation.

Cika frowned slightly
I saw her briefly, and she looked so much like my twin...

Hm. Pencil Sketch thought a bit. The telephone number is right here. Try to call when Shaeman and nobody else is here. The numbers of the telephone number began glowing in bright red colours.

Cika nodded, typing that everyone was going on a hunting trip soon. He wasn't going to go.

Ah. Pencil Sketch wrote, You'll be able to use that lapse of time to call and get a rendezvous, no? It lasts how muh time, exactly, this, hunting trip?

It depends, CIka typed, thinking about past trips. But never less than an hour...

That means you'll have plenty of time by then.
Pencil Sketch thought a bit.
Erm, if I may ask, what are you planning to do on this supposedly short visit?