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It was a fine night.
Nothing special, just the usual raid of someone's house. The executives were currently killing all family relatives of that traitor they recently found. Sitting on the sofa inside the house was the leader of that said notorious group.
Mikey was getting bored with all the shouts and gun shots happening around the house. He then decided to roam inside the house, for no particular reason at all. Almost all the walls and floors were now coated in the usual crimson red with obvious evidences of struggle from the people living in this house. Which was futile if you would ask him. He knew how apathetic his executives were, that was why he knew all of them would die by the end of the night. Sooner, this place would be nothing but a mere ghost place.
After some more time, the expected silence has finally enveloped the place and only the footsteps of his executives could be heard.
When they all emerged from the darkness and came in front of him, Sanzu with his manic grin, happily reported the total body count and all the organs that could be harvested from the bodies.
"That's all my king, all occupants of this house are all dead. Organs ready to be harvested by your orders."
"Hmm. Good work. Let's go then. Clean this place up and harvest all their organs to become fish bait. I expect nothing to be left out."
"Will do, my king."
Expensive cars were already parked outside the house when they came out and each executives went to their respective cars. Mikey being the last to come out with Sanzu as always tailing behind him suddenly stopped walking.
Sanzu being attentive as always to matters about his king immediately noticed that something was wrong.
"My king? Are you alright?" noticing that his king has closed his eyes now.
Mikey just gave a soft hum as an answer.
After some more seconds, Mikey then looked again to where the house was.
"Boss? Is something wrong?" Koko said while looking to their boss inside the car.
Without saying anything, Mikey suddenly walked again towards the house, particularly at the backyard.
"What? King?!" Sanzu shouted, obviously shocked with the sudden decision to return to the house. He dutifully followed his king nevertheless while all the other executives decided to stay inside the car and just wait as they knew how random sometimes their boss was. And with Sanzu guarding their boss, it would be impossible for their boss to be in trouble while also knowing their boss was already a monster himself.
After running after his king, Sanzu finally found Mikey just randomly standing inside a dusty looking storeroom standing with his back facing him.
Sanzu was nervous. 'What the hell was his king doing just standing in a dark storeroom?! Even with how long he knew his king, it still unnerving to guess what his king's next mood would be. Better deal this with caution. All the executives knew how many times his king had committed suicide and no way in hell would they let it happen again anytime soon! They recently stopped an attempt just last week dammit!'
It was common knowledge to all executives how fragile was Mikey's health now, both physically and mentally. They all knew how many nightmares he had experienced with all the screams that would wake them up every night. How frail and pale looking he was now with how small he ate almost only to soups because that were only his body could handle without throwing it up afterwards.
The doctor advised them with all the necessary things they needed to do to ensure Mikey's slow but effective ways to full recovery. But with Mikey's stubbornness and nonchalant attitude in taking away his life, they knew his health would be the least of Mikey's worries.
They all fear that one day they would not be able to save their boss and would just eventually found him unmoving with his found peace.
Sanzu was being hopeful. He knew that they did not deserve to use that word with how filthy their hands were but he could not help but to feel hopeful.
That Mikey did not kill himself now.
With calm breathing, he gently approached his king.
"King? Mikey?"
When Mikey finally turned around, his head still looking down at what he was supposed to be holding, he found no blood or any indication of killing himself. Sanzu could breathe again.
Though the question of what his king was doing in this place finally came back to him.
'As he could see, his king was holding a white blanket? He guessed it was blanket with how big it covered his king's arms. But really just why?!'
"Uh king, what are you holding?"
When Mikey looked up to him, it made him want to cry. Call him dramatic or whatever silly names but it has been a while since he saw his king smiled, no not the usual emotionless smile.
There was Mikey, looking genuinely happy for once since that guy had died many years ago with a small smile on his face while protectively holding the blanket more towards him.
Mikey then proudly presented him a fucking baby with a fluffy black hair and (familiar) shiny ocean eyes.
"Sanzu, I finally found Mitchy."
Mikey looked like he would cry.