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It was 1.30 in the morning. 

Usually anything he sees outside his window at this ungodly of an hour is just peace and quiet. The moonlight shining down on the lake just in front of his house, letting it shimmer and glow under the stars as the road outside is as quiet as it has ever been. 

Yet now, he can’t say the same.

He let his feet walk wherever it took him, unwilling to rest for even a second despite his legs dying out of tiredness and pain from the way he wasn’t wearing any shoes. He hadn’t meant to run outside like this, nor was his fight with his boyfriend planned either. He got so pissed off that he ran out without even thinking much, now he’s here. When he finally slowed down a bit, he realised he was on the other side of the world. 

Buzzing streets with bars and clubs welcoming customers in, the bright neon glow lighting up the streets that made him a bit too uncomfortable, drunkards and violences can be heard despite him not seeing them. He looked severely out of place with his casual fit that was meant for another Wednesday class, not to mention he has no shoes on. Even though it’s chaotic, it doesn't clash with how his mind is running in circles, it’s just as chaotic as the streets are. He halted in his tracks, he felt as if his legs were going to give out from running without stopping. He looked up at the club in front of him, the same neon lights and loud music is logically telling him to leave, that it isn’t safe for him to be here. 

Then again, since when did anything go the way he wanted? 

If outside is considered chaotic, then the inside is haywire. There are people dancing around the stage to the banging pop music, people drunk and plopped onto the table and floor, delinquents playing around a bunch of girls like it’s from a movie. There are people staring at him, wondering why someone like him would appear in a place like this. If he didn’t feel out of place amongst the crowd before, he definitely does now. 

He moved, or maybe squeezed, from the pile of people partying around — high on either alcohol or drugs — till he found an empty space at a bar, sliding into the seat in the corner before he let himself sigh. The place is messy, yes, but he finds himself calming down within all of it. His brain finally allowed him to rest from the negative thoughts on the back of his head, but it didn’t really do much to cure his sour mood. 

“Anything you’d like?” 

“Ah… uhm…” He panicked when the bartender suddenly came up to him. He didn’t even know what’s on the menu. “What do you recommend…?” 

“Hmm, I’m assuming with no alcohol?”

“Yea..” He shifted nervously in his seat. His hands clutching onto his jacket. 

The bartender only nodded politely before he started mixing drinks in front of him with careful but skilled practiced moves. He only stared, letting the satisfying sounds ease his worries for a moment. 

“So what brings you here to this place?” 

“…”

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, of course” 

“… Just some life troubles… I guess” 

The man hummed in acknowledgment, not pushing it any further. He used his shaker to mix all the flavors into one before he smoothly poured it all out onto a glass, sliding his drink down the counter in front of him. 

“It’s not everyday we get customers that are not here looking to drink their butts off their worries” He laughed. “If you have some troubles in mind, I’m here to listen” 

His voice is comforting, like he’s alluring his prey into a trap. Tone dipped just low enough to not make him uncomfortable, he didn’t even need to raise his voice to be heard among the loud music, given how close he was to him. 

“… Is it a bartender's job to be someone’s therapist now?” He smiled tiredly.

“Perhaps not. But it is a useful skill to have when you’re working in a place like-” His hand gestured to the area around him, “-like this” 

“Mmm..” He took a sip from the glass cup, letting the fresh mint and blueberry flavor flow over his tastebuds. He looked up at the bartender again, not knowing what to do.

“Ah, I apologise. I haven't introduced myself yet have I? He gracefully grabs his name card from his chest pocket. “Zeal Ginjoka, bartender of this livehouse. Pleasure to meet you, uh”

“Kaelix” 

“Pleasure to meet you Kaelix” He said, handing the card to him, which he took.

“I could accompany you right now, you seem like you need a friend. Or would you like to be left alone?” 

“I..It’s fine… you can stay…” He bit the inside of his cheek, “Just… my boyfriend-”

“Ahh, relationship problems eh?” He cut off. “Not to be rude, but your boyfriend doesn’t seem like a good person”

“What makes you say that?” 

“No gentlemen would let a pretty guy like you run outside barefoot” His eyes lowered to his feet, which Kaelix attempted to hide. “I’m assuming he didn’t even run after you at all?” 

He didn’t answer. He wasn’t sure if he even bat an eye at him running out the door, not that he could see through the tears gathering at his eyes anyways. 

The person in front of him hummed again, choosing not to comment on his silence. Instead he told Kaelix to wait in his seat as he left the bar. He took the opportunity to drink the beverage in silence, letting the noises drown out his thoughts as he forced himself to not cry in public. It didn’t really work that well when the thought of his boyfriend came again, he wished he could just freeze time. 

“Kaelix”

He looked behind him where Zeal stood, a pair of slippers in his hand. 

“Here, wear this. It’s not the most comfortable, but it’s better than nothing” He placed the slippers in front of his seat. 

“I- No it’s fine, really. I don’t need it…” 

“I insist” He said, sliding the shoes into his injured feet when he did so. “Wouldn’t want your pretty little body to be hurt now would it? You should know how to take care of yourself” 

His touch is soft, Kaelix noticed, sliding them in without touching his wounds. He didn’t move, nor did he push him away, his mind too hazy to even fight back so he let him do what he wanted. When he was done, he walked back behind the counter, “How was the drink? Is it to your?” 

He nodded, not even noticing that he already finished it. “Thanks… how much is it?”

“It’s on the house” He replied in a casual tone, wiping dry some plates and glass cups that have been washed. “Take it as a welcome gift from me” He winked.

“I can pay for it though—” 

“I know” He chuckles, “but it would be cold hearted of me to ask for someone who’s heartbroken to pay now, wouldn’t it?” 

He couldn’t argue with that, he doesn’t have the energy for it anyways. So he didn’t, only nodding again before he thanked him. By now it is already near 4AM, he could see the sky lighting up an orange purple color. He mentally dreads, it seems like he’ll be skipping class today. He got up from his seat, ready to finally leave. 

“Safe trip home. Feel free to drop by when you want someone to vent to” Zeal waved him goodbye, saying a phrase that he probably said to every customer who dropped by. Kaelix only waved back, wearing the slipper that he gave him out the door. Silently looking at the logo hanging on top of the bar before he went on his way. It was not his typical Thursday morning routine to be walking out of a club at 4 in the morning, but he finds himself not minding it at all. 

The next time he came by again, it was another 3 months later. The reason? Same as last time, maybe even worse. The only difference is he came by late at night instead of near dawn. The place isn’t any less crowded because of it, just more sober people since most of them hadn’t started drinking their asses off high yet. The same loud music echoed inside the area, yet it didn’t drown out his worries this time as his mind drifted back to their fight. 

It wasn’t a normal relationship argument, he’d be happier if it is to be honest. Abandoned and raised within an orphanage, Kaelix learned from young to not rely on others besides himself and he held on to that till he entered High School. He remembered it clearly, on the day known for love and romance, he was confessed to by his one and only close friend. It wasn’t really romantic by any means, just a normal confessing scene after class in an empty room that no one would really pass by, but it suits Kaelix just fine. He didn’t really have any feelings for his best friend, he told him, but he was willing to give it a try. He can still visualise the wide grin on his face when he said it out loud, hugging him while small droplets of tears rolled down his face. It was one of those memories that he treasured the most. 

Until those memories became the one that he wished to forget the most. Their relationship continued until the two of them entered Uni, Kaelix is deemed old enough to be able to move in with his boyfriend. Since he didn’t have anyone to pay off his school fees, Kaelix had been taking up multiple part time jobs just so he could have some spare cash. His boyfriend was kind enough to help pay off his University fees since he was pretty well-off. Kaelix felt happy, he thought his life was finally turning around. 

Oh, how wrong he was for thinking that. 

He returned home that same evening, expecting to see his boyfriend chilling on the sofa like always. He unlocked the door with his hedgehog keys, ready to embrace the usual hug from him when he heard a sound on the other side of the door. To be precise, the sound of someone moaning. He could hear his heart stop beating as he pushed the door open. His boyfriend, naked on the couch, fucking a woman that he does not recognise within their house. He stood there dumbfounded, he couldn’t even find the voice to say anything at all. Worst of all, his boyfriend saw him at the door, but he didn’t even stop to explain the situation, he even fucked her harder. Kaelix didn’t want to see it, he didn’t want to hear it, his feet dashed him out of the door before his mind could comprehend what he was doing. 

The rest is history. 

He took a seat at the same bar on the same exact spot. He doesn’t know why he came here again to be honest, maybe it’s because he held on to Zeals’ words of having someone to vent to, or maybe he doesn’t have anywhere to go anymore. It’s not like he has a friend he could go to, his family members have long abandoned him since he was an infant. Without his boyfriend, he had nothing left with him anymore. 

“Well, fancy seeing you again Kaelix” 

Kaelix recognised that voice. That smooth and deep voice of a bartender. “Y-yeah…”

“Any drinks you want? Or do you want me to mix one up at random?”

“Anything is fine… I don’t care anymore…” 

Kaelix watched him smirk as he got to work, adding in berries and some herbs into the mixer before he immediately tossed the bottle around his hands, like he’s performing tricks for an audience. It danced around his hands gracefully, Kaelix couldn’t stop watching. He slides the drink across the counter again, this time the color is more vibrant compared to last time. 

“So why are you here today? Another fight?” He leans onto the bar.

His grip tightens on the cup, his head looking at the orange and green liquid. He didn’t know what to say.

“It’s… complicated…” 

“Hmm” He nodded slowly, looking around the room. Everyone was partying near the DJ, he didn’t have many customers to serve right now. “Well, I’m pretty free at the moment if you want to talk about it” 

He clenched his hands harder, he felt as if he were to harden it any further he might break the glass. Should he though? He looked up at Zeal smiling at him, a face that says he’s not someone he should trust, but that thought soon went away. Since when has he ever trusted the right person? There’s no harm to it anymore anyways.

“…He wanted to break up with me…” He breathed out. If Zeal saw how his hands were trembling, he didn’t point it out. “But that’s not even what’s bothering me…” 

Kaelix told him everything. From how they met to how he moved in with him, how he’s basically the world to him. He didn’t miss the fact that he cheated on him with another girl a few months prior. By now, he can feel himself holding back tears that are struggling to free themselves on the corner of his eyes. His eyes are blurrier from the droplets that are piling up, but he refuses to let them come out. There’s no use crying over this. 

He felt a hand coming up to pat the back of his, they felt bigger, maybe even big enough to wrap his entire hand. He slowly loosened his grip off the cup, letting his fingers slip into the cracks, allowing it to intertwine. Kaelix held onto the warmth like dear life, applying pressure to force his tears to dry before he cried. And it worked.

“H-he said he’ll continue to pay for my fees till graduation and l-live in his house. But he brings over so so many girls…they’re also very loud.. I don’t want to be there…” Kaelix tried to breathe between his hiccups.

Zeal hums again, softly squeezing their hands every now and then. “Playboy eh… Can’t say I’m surprised” He mumbled to himself.

A sudden loud noise interrupted the two of them. There was a fight happening just in front of the bar, behind Kaelix. Zeal had to untangle their fingers just so he could slip out and stop before those people break anything, pulling the two drunkards apart with another help from probably his co-worker. Kaelix would be lying if he said he didn’t miss the warmth of his palm. He didn’t watch the scene, only finishing his drink with one big gulp before he decided to use the restroom. He needs to leave soon anyways, he can’t afford to skip class again. It only took 2 minutes before he left the bathroom, his mind slowly drifting back to his ex before a headache started to build on the top of his head. 

Did the drink have alcohol in it?

He was so busy trying to smooth out his head that he didn’t notice there’s someone behind him. He didn’t register what happened when he felt someone slamming him against the wall, their bodies so close that he couldn’t move away from the person at all. 

“What’s a pretty boy like you doing here~?” 

Kaelix gagged at the mixture of alcohol and smoke coming from his mouth. “L-let go—!”

“Fiesty~” The man whistled, “But it’s just what I like” 

His breath hitched when he felt something touching his testicles, the man’s face forcing a kiss onto him while Kaelix struggled to release himself from his hold. He felt tears piling up in his eyes again. He finally breathed when he felt the man being pulled away from him, using the wall to help him stand upright, otherwise he’d probably be sitting on the floor by now.

“You again? This is the 4th time this week” Zeal sighs, tossing the man to the person beside him. “Get him out of the livehouse will you, Freo? Ban him while you’re at it” 

Kaelix didn’t hear anything else after that. A shadow looms over his figure, the same soft and melodious voice pulled him out of his hazy thoughts “You alright, dear ? You seem shaken” 

Kaelix shivered at the pet name. He took his hand in an attempt to help him stand out only for his legs to give out and suddenly he’s in the man's embrace. 

“J-just…. Give me a moment” He says through his shaky breaths. He mentally laughs at himself, everything he does feels like it’s going downhill. Nothing is going the way he wanted to at all. 

It’s making him sick

He felt leathered like texture pressed the side of his skin, wiping off his tears with light touches. He didn’t move, he didn’t want him to stop. He didn’t want to feel hopeless again. When was the last time someone had touched him so dearly? Zeal laughed when Kaelix only kept staring at him with those innocent blue eyes, grabbing him by the hand as he helped him stand upright again. 

“You good now?” 

He nodded, not trusting his voice to speak. His warm hands lingering around his waist as he walked him out of the livehouse with slow steps, his purple eyes never really left the white haired boy once. Maybe it was just him, but something about his staring made him a bit uncomfortable. 

When they exited the livehouse, they stopped so Zeal could wave for a taxi. 

Kaelix noticed a sound coming beside the building from a small alleyway. He leaned over a tad bit when he saw something red flowing on the floor, but before he could investigate any further Zeal has already caught a taxi for him and is urging him to take a ride home. Given the state he’s in right now, he couldn’t walk back anyways. 

Zeal’s eyes didn’t leave the red car even when it drove off, his eyes still staring at the glimpse of white hair he could see from the window. His smile only turned into something darker when the car turned to a corner, finally leaving his view. He gave one final look at the empty road before he went back into the building, a smirk creeped up onto his face as he thought. 

Such an innocent boy. We'll meet again sooner than expected, it seems . 

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He flips a page of his book, legs piled up on top of the other with his elbow propped on the armrest. The book is placed neatly on his leg as he reads the murder mystery novel that was introduced by a patron. 

The culprit tied the victim to the ceiling, letting it dangle in the room like it was a Christmas ornament.

Flip

The police found little to no-

Flip 

He sighed out in disappointment. It was boring, to say the least. 

The novel has several plot holes, he was sure if someone were to copy the book exactly, they would be caught by the police no doubt. Another reason why he finds it boring, it doesn’t have the excitement and thrill you would find in reality. Watching their blood run cold as they slowly drip onto the cold surface, observing how their faces struggled to breathe through their deep cut wounds. And the most fun part? Slowly and precisely cutting those wounds wide open, sliding the knife down from the chest to the stomach down cleanly — like he belonged in an operation room — till you could see everything inside them. Carving and digging out those useful organs, watching how they’re still pumping — alive — before it was preserved in a special container that could have cost them a fortune. 

Freo’s fingers twitch at the thought of that. 

“Fingers itching again, Freo?” 

His eyes moved to the corner, watching how Zeal is standing behind the counter with a cup of coffee in his hand. The room is lit up with a dim orange glow, unfitting for a livehouse but it’s not like they’re open for business right now. 

“Should’ve told Seible to bring you along” He smiled through the dim glow. 

“I rather not” He replied in a calm tone. Snapping the book shut before tossing it beside him, he’d have to remind himself to find patrons that actually know good books. “I don’t want my good day to be ruined” 

He sighs, he doesn’t want to think of the troubles Seible had brought to him. His way of dealing with trouble is severely messy and chaotic — just like him — He likes to make his presence known to the enemy, staying quiet in the dark isn’t fun at all and that would make things so dull as he once said. Seible likes the thrill, the kind that any normal human would be scared of, something that would get his heart pumping in danger. Chatting with the enemy and playing mind games on them, laughing at the way they slowly lose their composure the longer they stay within the suffocating room with him. He loves the way people beg him, praying to gods that don't exist to spare them, to give them another chance that they don’t really deserve before watching them break down or uselessly fight back when they realize they have no hope anymore. It satisfied his ego more than anything. 

Freo’s head throbbed at how he had to pull strings behind the dark just to get Seible out of jail with no charges, he got lucky that time but he’s sure it would run out if he continues the way he is. Him on the other hand, doesn’t like that sort of excitement Seible brings to the table. Quite the opposite, actually. He likes to deal with them swiftly but quietly. No blood splatters over his designed clothes, no dead bodies over the room, none of that. His way is definitely more precise and stealthy, letting the blades do the talking instead. Collecting and harvesting the useful human body parts for the business before they leave their worthless corpse stacked on top of each other in one corner of the scene, letting the police investigate what’s left of it. Usually they won’t find anything, mostly ending up leaving the cases closed and forgotten as time passes. Even if they did find something, those police are too much of an idiot to really arrest anyone. 

And Zeal? His method is slightly better, at least if you compare it to Seible. He doesn’t like combat like them, rather he avoids it unless absolutely necessary. So how, you may ask? He plays dirty. Mind games and small tricks are just the tip of the iceberg, poison and medicines alike are his true specialty. His comforting voice and presence would allow any enemy to belittle him despite his muscular figure, laughing at how he didn’t prepare any weapons with him to the battlefield. It is a mistake one could make, not observing their opponent fully. One second you might be standing, pointing a knife at him like you won and the next second you may be collapsing onto the floor, white foam coming out from your throat as you lay dead. The only problem Freo finds in this is how he needs to hide his purchases used to create those. Again, leaving too many traces behind is a pain in the ass for Freo who had to clean it all up.

No matter which method you choose, although different, the results are the same. One more torturing than the last. It made their job a lot easier when fear is involved with their line of work. 

Freo glanced at his watch, the long thread about to hit 6AM. “Is Seible late again” 

“I wouldn’t be surprised if he went off for some fun again. That guy is batshit crazy anyways” 

“That’s so rude Gin-chan~!” The door swung open, revealing a bloodied figure standing at the entrance. “I am here working my butt off and you guys are hear talking shit behind my back, rude” 

“Okaerinasai” Both of them said in unison, to which Seible happily bounced in. 

“Don’t stain the floors Seible,” He didn’t look up from his phone, “Or you’re cleaning them up yourself” 

Seible whined as he forced himself onto Freo, his knees propped between his legs that he forced apart as his hands caged the boy between his shoulders. But Freo’s eyes remain glued to his tiny screen.

 “Furi-chan~ These are all dried blood, see” His tone dipped into a dangerous teasing tone, yet Freo’s expression didn’t at all change even when he glanced up into his eyes. There is indeed blood splattered all over his outfit and even some smudged ones on his face, but as Seible said, most of them have already dried up by now. 

“Seems like they are” 

Seible smirked, his head tilted to one side as he stared at Freo. “I did a good job right, FuriFuri-chan~? I didn’t leave that many tracks behind this time~” 

“You really didn’t” Freo looked back down at his phone, the news flashing how the ‘victims’ died unknowingly. And quote ‘Suspected there might have been some misunderstanding between them that caused them to kill each other’, police might still investigate further but it’s highly unlikely they’ll find much. 

“Do I get a reward for behaving this time~ Fu-Ri-Chan” Seible sang, his name rolling on his tongue and biting down on each word. 

“And what would happen if I don’t?” 

He closed his phone, sliding it beside the book before he looked up at him again with his usual expression. It made Seible’s spine shiver down to the bone. He always liked the expression Freo usually makes, the way there are no doubts behind those cold gazes yet he knew if one wrong move is made, Freo would have his head off in a second. Then again, he loves a good challenge. 

Perhaps this is why they are purr-fect for each other. 

“You won’t~ And I know that much” He leaned closer to his face, trying to spot any changes to his expression. When there was none, he leaned even further, so close that their lips could touch. And it did. He easily lets his tongue slide into his mouth, letting him roam around as their tongues tangled into each other. He moans into the kiss when Freo pulls him closer by the waist, you wouldn’t have known that these gentle hands had once been stained by blood if Seible hadn’t seen it for himself. 

Freo parted before the kiss could get too heated, letting the silver lining between them drip as he caught his breath. Even with Seible’s eyes half lidded, Freo could tell what he wanted. He had to turn his head away when Seible leaned forward again, brushing their noses asking for another kiss. 

“No more rewards” Seible whined when Freo’s hands left his waist. “If you want it, earn it” 

“Gosh, get a room you two” 

Their gazes turned to Zeal who had long finished his coffee, even the cup had already been washed and wiped down. Freo is grateful when Seible finally leaves his side and is now bouncing towards the bartender. 

“Jealous, Gin-chan~? You can give me a reward too—” 

“I’m not satisfying your ego this easily, fuckboy ” He teased. 

Seible’s eyes cracked open halfway, eyes dangerously watching Zeal as he lay on top of the counter with a smile, a smile that’s similar but he knows it’s different than his usual ones. “ Fuckboy , hm? That’s new, Gin-chan. It’s like you didn’t think of ruining that new boy’s life when he came by into the bar just a few days ago”  

“Oh, you actually noticed?” He said, challenging him. “And I thought you were too busy playing with those sluts backstage” 

“My eyesight is better than yours jii-chan” His head tilted, laying onto his arm as he observed. “Trying to play a saint this time~? Poor boy, he doesn’t even know what he’s walking into” 

“That’s how I lure in prey, sweetheart . That’s how our business runs” Zeal leaned closer to his face this time, “And I’m sure he’ll be coming back soon” 

“Missing him already?” 

“That boy is an innocent one, too innocent perhaps” Zeal chuckles at the memory of him looking at himself with those big, innocent blue eyes. “He makes the perfect victim for us, don’t you think sweetheart?” 

Seible hummed, twirling the utensils in his hand. “Furi-chan nearly scared him away though” 

“Zeal said ‘Ban him’” Freo didn’t look at them when he answered, “What do you expect me to do? Wait for that pretty boy to leave before I slit his throat?” 

“If it were me, he’d probably be running miles away already” Seible giggled, his hands itching to pick up his knife for a little more bloodshed again. “Then again, he would make a perfect toy”

“At the very least, he’s obedient” Freo calmly said from his observation. He only saw him for a few minutes, but it was enough to read him like he’s an open book. Customers like him are what’s useful to them. No arguments, no unhappy endings, just a hollow body for them to use as pawns. They get money from following them and they would put themselves on the frontline for you, very useful. Even if they don’t want to follow them, well , there’s only one ending waiting at the end anyways. 

Seible giggled again, “When will he be stopping by? I would like to see him for myself” 

“Soon” Zeal said, “He’ll definitely be running back soon” 

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The livehouse is as lively as any other day you would find, but to Seible, he’s bored out of his mind. 

The same blasting music, the same faces and the same troublemakers come and go with those so-called weapons in their hands. It’s so uninteresting. He sighs with a pout, both Zeal and Freo had matters they needed to tend to so they ordered Seible to look after the livehouse. Truthfully he could just let one of their staff deal with the trouble the job has to bring but the brunette came either ways, maybe because he has nothing to do, or maybe because he had a goal in mind today. 

His ocean-blue eyes scanned the room, his face smiling as he pretended to listen to whatever a patron was talking to him about. Probably something that’s not useful, not that he cared. It was weird. He never had much interest in someone before, the last time he did was with Zeal too. Seible was sure the memory is still quite fresh, yet he felt like it had been forever, like the two of them had been in his life the moment he was born to this chaotic world. 

Freo had found him first, blood splattered over at the back alley with him sitting on the floor with the rain pouring over him. He sat there like an invisible person, uncaring of the way the only person of the gang that is still alive calling out for help weakly before someone walked in on the scene. Seible didn’t care, didn’t bat an eye at whoever the fuck it was, only sat and stared at his reflection on the small puddle in front of him. His gaze lifted when he heard a snap . The person, who was barely alive, now laid in silence on the floor, a knife that he was sure he didn’t own now buried in his forehead digging into his brain. 

“If you want to end them, end it neatly” His tone was calm, not a hint of emotion can be heard in that one sentence. His umbrella loomed over him, hand held out, “I needed a partner lately. You seem like a good option” 

That’s how they knew each other. Oh, their story didn’t just end there. 

Just weeks later they found Zeal in the same situation as Seible, except he wasn’t as calm as he was, believe it or not. The scene wasn’t covered in red or whatsoever, just a corpse laid dead with a needle prickled into his throat and a close-to-dying man trying to breathe. Neither of them really cared, having seen too many murders to call it shocking. The two only walked past the dead bodies, well, only one that’s near dead. The man was in a crouching position with his hands trying to hold his body up, his mouth foaming with something green, he’s basically dead to them. They didn’t bat an eye at him, only for that same man to suddenly charge at them with a familiar needle, aiming for the side of Seible’s neck. The boy didn’t flinch, only took out his pocket knife and made a big slash through his chest. 

He fell back down to the ground. Surprisingly it didn’t stop the man. Although injured, he tried to stand up through the wound that’s oozing out blood before he dropped again. Freo stood there looking into his eyes, those purple eyes that seemed to just pull you in instantly without the owner doing anything. He also stared up at them, but there wasn’t any fear in those eyes, only shooting them a hard glare — hatred . Freo cracked a small smile, and those smiles told Seible more than he needed to. 

It took Zeal a few days later to wake up in a very unfamiliar room, the nice flora aroma lingering in the air smoothed the headache he had the second he opened his eyes. He found the wound around his chest area bandaged up neatly and was even wearing a clean shirt that wasn’t his. He sat up and was immediately greeted by a certain green-haired man enjoying his morning coffee. His body immediately went into defense mode but it only made his wound sting as his hand instinctively went to his chest.

“Don’t try and fight us. Unless you want another slash to the chest” Freo gently blows the steaming smoke before taking a sip.

“I wouldn’t do that Furi-chan~ But if he does try though..” Zeal jolted at the person beside him, he hadn’t even noticed his presence. Before Zeal could open his mouth to ask anything, Seible had his face in front of him. 

“What’s your name?” 

“… Why would I tell you?” His voice is deep, cautious of the two strangers. 

Seible continued smiling despite his rude behaviour, “I’m Seible, that over there is Furi-chan—”

“Freodore” He corrected.

“We’ve taken a liking to you~” Seible plopped his head on top of his palm that’s resting on the table.

“Excuse me?” Zeal raised one his eyebrows, his body language still being wary of them.

“That poison you injected,” Freo put his cup down, “You made it yourself didn’t you?” 

“…”

“He poisoned you first yet you didn’t die, instead you pricked the needle filled with much more deadly poison into him and he died immediately” He smirked, “That’s really impressive. We could use someone like you on our team” 

His body became even tense. They’ve barely just got into the conversation but they already knew what happened purely based on their observation. He knows better than to mess with people like them. “… What happened to him?” 

“Oh his body? You wouldn’t want to know~” Seible looked at him with a sweet smile. “Think about it. You won’t regret joining us, you know~ Furi-chan hasn’t been this interested in someone since—”

“Zeal Ginjoka”

“Hm?” He perked up.

“My name” 

That answer cracked a smirk from the two of them.

“Welcome to the group, Gin-chan ”

No matter how many times he replayed those memories, it only got clearer to him. They were meant to be together, their craziness is unmatched like no other. Running the business is troublesome, sure, but they have managed to make a name for themselves both inside and outside of the black markets. Locals love them, gang groups fear them, and those alone speak volume. 

“Sorry, I’m looking for Zeal—”

His ears perked up when he heard Zeal’s name, his pupils immediately went towards the bar where he saw the boy that they mentioned just a week ago asking for the absent bartender. The boy is being hooked up by another patron of theirs that Seible doesn’t really give a damn about. Though he seemed to be troubled , with the way his two hands are clutching onto the cup like his life depends on it. Moving deeper into the corner of his seat when the man got even closer to him.

He smirked, leaving his table and skipping towards the two. He playfully tapped the man’s shoulder who turned around, annoyed.

“Sorry sir, this boy is with me. Can you kindly leave us?” He took his wrist, smiling at the man. It's funny how he didn’t even try to deny, letting Seible touch him without putting up a fight. Freo’s right , he is obedient. 

“Hah? I saw him first. Get away you punk” The man’s clearly high on drugs, Seible could tell. He probably doesn’t even know who he’s talking to. Now normally, Seible has the patience for it, guiding the drunkards and those who are high on drugs to the toilet or back alley to throw up or whatever it is he needed to do. But not today. 

“しにたいか” He dipped his voice, coming out low and cold despite the smile on his face. The man, perhaps too high, stayed there and stared at him instead of scrambling. He was close to taking out his blade but he got lucky when one of their staff came and dragged him away, they knew better than to mess with that tone. 

“Excuse me-”

“Hm?” He turns to face him. 

“You are..?” 

“Oh, how rude of me” He let go of his wrist, gracefully taking his name card from the air like a magician before handing it to him. 

“Seible… promoter…” The boy scanned the card’s context, stealing a few glances at him here and there. Seible took the time to observe the taller boy. He is wearing a simple outfit of an oversized hoodie with long leggings. He also wore no makeup, Seible could tell, yet his skin is shining so nicely like there’s filters on. He chuckled, no wonder Zeal took a liking to him. 

“So… you’re acquaintances with Zeal..?” 

“Oh, me and Gin-chan are great friends~” Seible looked at him, a mischievous smile slowly appearing on his face. “You’re Kaelix right? Gin-chan told me. A. Lot . About you~” 

“D-Did he?” 

“Mhm~ Unfortunately he’s busy today. Why don’t I accompany you instead, K-chan~” He walked behind the bar, grabbing a bottle from one of the shelves before dismissing the stand-in-bartender for the night. 

“Kchan– …Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to be a bother”

“Nonsense~ I offered right?” He poured it out on a glass cup before setting the bottle aside. “Now, what brings your troubled soul into this place today darling ?” 

“I-I’m not a troubled soul, at least not anymore” Kaelix puts down the cup onto the counter, watching how Seible slowly drank the wine off of his own cup. 

Seible raised his eyebrows, “Oh? Did you make up with your lover already?” 

He nodded, his face seemingly happy. “He told me his reasons. I think we’re good now” 

Reasons? Seible scoffed mentally, Did no one taught him men are not to be trusted with their words? Especially when it involves something like cheating.

“Is that so” Seible said, although slightly unhappy how he had nothing to pull this boy in with anymore, he didn’t let it show. “I’m glad for you K-chan~ We should celebrate with a glass of vodka~”

“Eh?!” Kaelix watched as he whipped up another cup, pouring it with the bottle beside him to the top line. “I- I can’t pay for that!” 

“Don’t worry about it K-chan~” He pushed the cup in front of him, replacing the orange juice. “My treat~ It’s not everyday I get a handsome individual to drink with me~” 

“H-handsome?!” His face blushed, this guy is awfully flirty, even more than Zeal. 

“Come on~ At the very least drink a cup with me? You wouldn’t be so cruel to leave this poor worker to drink alone now, would you?” He faked a tear. 

Kaelix looked at Seible, then back at the cup he pushed even further.

“Just drink your fill darling~ You’re old enough to drink, no?” 

“I am… but-”

“Then loosen up a little~ Every uni student should have some stress here and there~” He pushed it again towards him, Seible can tell he’s fighting it back here and there if he should take the cup or not. Ultimately, he ended up taking the glass.

Too easy

“Kanpai K-chan~ I wish you and your partner forever eternity~”

Not

“Kanpai—!” 

Their glass cup crashed with a clink, watching Kaelix dunk the glass down his throat. A rookie mistake unless you want to get drunk immediately. Seible lifts his glass to his mouth, successfully hiding his smirk behind it.  

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“Seible”

“What?”

Seible looked up at the two eyes glaring down at him. 

“Whattt??” 

“Care to explain this?” Zeal asked, hands around his hips. Freodore didn’t say anything, only quietly took a seat at the other end of the bar, the opposite side of the white hair boy that was clearly wasted. 

The bar is already emptied by now, not surprising since it’s nearly 5 in the morning. Everyone has already left and some of their underlings have started cleaning up the livehouse. Perhaps it’s because they saw Seible with Kaelix, that’s why they didn’t shoo him out. Unless they have the guts to deal with the brunette, which they don’t.

“Hm? Oh right, I was drinking with K-chan… ehehe~” He laid on the table, admiring the sleeping face in front of him. Anyone would think that Seible is also drunk with how wobbly his moves and how slurring his words are, but not them. They know him, too well in fact. 

Zeal took — snatched — his cup, putting it closer to his nose. The smell of Vodka immediately overwhelmed him. 

“Seible… What the fuck did you gave him?” 

“Mmmm… Your uh… what’s it called again… Royal Pure something something~?” He giggled to himself when Zeal rubbed his forehead in annoyance. That was one of the strongest alcohol he owned, and it cost quite a hefty amount…

“I’m putting this on your tab Seible…” He mumbled to him, leaning down to observe the sleeping boy’s face. The color red spread through his face as he lightly snores, with one side of his cheek smushed against his arm. He took off one of his gloves, pressing it against his forehead with the back of his hand.

“He’s definitely burning up. Should I call a taxi for him again?” 

“No need!” Seible suddenly raised his hand, his face all giggly similar to a drunkard “I- I already called for his boyfriend—”

“You what?” 

“He called in himself. I only answered for him~” 

Three gazes turned to the entrance when someone came in uninvited, a man stood there at the door with a very obvious frown on his face. 

“I’m looking for Kaeli—” He suddenly paused when he noticed them. They didn’t miss the way he suddenly backed away, his eyes telling them his fear was showing. Odd , they thought to themselves. “U-uhm, I’m looking for my boyfriend..”

“He’s here” Freodore pointed to his left, “Get him out” 

The man hesitated — longer than he should — before his legs moved, carrying the boy by putting one his arm over his shoulder, grabbing him by the waist as he dragged him out. He didn’t turn to look at them when he mumbled a ‘thank you’, hurriedly walking out like he’s escaping from something. 

“Well his boyfriend seems boring~” 

“You’re one to talk” Zeal deadpanned. 

Freo’s eyes remained glued to the entrance, his mind racing around as he tried to think where he had seen that face before. But alas, he couldn’t remember anything. Probably just saw him somewhere before , he thought to himself. He looked over to see Seible facepalmed down on the counter, actually dead asleep. He sighs while waving over to one of their members, telling them to drag him back to their mansion while he returns upstairs to finish up some paperwork. 

“Not gonna rest Freo?”

“Maybe later” He walked upstairs, “I still need to head out” 

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“Vantanyannn!” Seible ran into the bottom of their shared apartment, which is probably way too big for an ex-Mafia gang but, hey, no one really cares. “It’s been so longggg~”

“Yo Seible, hahaha didn’t expect to see you two here”

“Just came here to return something to Zali-senpai” Freo explained, standing at the door. 

“Come on in, it’s been a while hasn’t it?” Zali gently pushed Freo in, letting him sit on the couch beside Vanta. “How’re things with the livehouse?”

“Oh you know~ Just a little slice here and there with some extra ketchup~ Nothing too fancy~” He giggled, “How are things with you guys? We haven’t heard much since you three retired~” 

“Things have been going well. Zali’s clinic is booming with many customers lately, funny enough, some mafia members even came down here just to get treated by him” 

“Well, Zalinyan is the best with medicine after all~ Even Gin-chan is no match for you~” 

“Speaking of, where’s Wilson-senpai?” Freo turned to Vanta, he noticed the rooms were empty and there was no one outside nor upstairs.

“He went out. Won’t be back for a good while” 

“What for?” Freo questions. They’re already retired, meaning that no matter what happens they cannot interfere with the work anymore.  Unless the enemy initiates first, it is a hidden rule to never bother anyone that has already left the mafia, whether you like it or not. “He didn’t do anything, did he-?”

Vanta laughed at the face Freo was making, although it’s his usual frown expression but Vanta knew him long enough to know what he’s thinking. After all, who did you think trained him to be this successful? Vanta always treated him like he’s his family, despite Freo never really admitting it out loud, he also knew both Wilson and Zali treated Freo like a younger sibling as well. They were more than happy when Seible and Zeal came into the picture a couple of years later, relieved that Freo has someone he trusts his back to. It was never easy to trust someone especially when you work within their line of jobs, betrayal is all too common for them yet it’s also a deadly mistake one could make.

“Wilson went grocery shopping” Zali patted his back, “He usually takes longer since he’s getting used to finding the items we need” 

“I see” “Ehhh~? Willy-chan went shopping~?” 

“Enough about us. What about you three? Things are going smoothly I hope?” Vanta threw his arm over Freo, “Hope your skills hadn’t rusted Freodore” 

“Of course not” 

“Even if Furi-chan’s skills are rusted, I’ll protect him Vantanyan~”

“I don’t need you to protect me, Swablue. I can protect myself just fine”

“It’s fine to let someone take care of you too, you know” Zali spoke up. “I remember Vanta telling me you like to stick to him a lot during that one fight. You were practically clinging onto him” 

“I was 10! 10 years old!” His ears heat up at the thought of that, it’s utterly embarrassing to bring it up! Especially in front of someone you admire most. “Who brings a kid to a fight anyways?!” 

“Me!” Vanta proudly hits his chests, “Besides, you were the one that said you wanted to see me in action” 

“To study your moves, yes, but you didn’t tell me it was gonna be a bloodbath–” 

“Ehhhh~ Did Furi-chan cry? Aww I wanted to be the one to make him cr—” He was cut short when Freo pushed his face away, shutting his mouth while also stopping him from saying anything else. 

“Say anything else and I’m not letting you come along next time” He said with a threatening voice. He felt Seible’s tongue licking the palm that was covering his mouth that made him release his hand on him immediately. “Disgusting…”

“Hehe~ Oh lately there’s been a cute boy that’s coming down to the bar~ Too bad he has a boyfriend, he looks tedious too” Seible scoffed at the memory.

“Someone caught your eye already? Are you not going to do anything about it Freo?” Vanta playfully side-bumped Freo’s arm. “Your boyfriend is going to be stolen here” 

“He can try” His eyes fixated on Seible with a cold gaze despite his casual tone of voice, sending chills down his spine the longer he stared back into it. “See what happens after that”

“Since when have you taken after Zali?” Zali looked at them, slowly standing up at the mention of his name, walking to Vanta with quiet steps and the usual smile on his face, yet the atmosphere was… strangely chilly. 

“What does that mean dear?” Zali circled behind the sofa till he’s beside him, long delicate fingers slowly and gently tracing his throat — possessively — till he could tilt his chin slightly upwards with his finger. He leaned over, his lips brushing the side of his ear with his breaths.  “Am I wrong for wanting you and Wilson to myself?”  

The bell rang from upstairs, signaling that someone came into the small clinic. Zali withdrew himself from Vanta so that he could head upstairs to check on his patient, not forgetting to ask Vanta to check on Wilson before he headed up, like whatever happened a minute ago didn’t even happen.

Seible whistled at how his face changed so quickly, “I see who Furi-chan takes after now~” 

“Oh he sure takes after all of us at one point” Vanta laughed, hitting his knees to stand up. “Alright, I assume you guys have something else to do right? You guys can leave using the back door”

“We overstayed our welcome anyways” “Thank you for having us VantaNyan~ Say hi to Wilson-chan for us~” 

“Will do!” The tank waved the two boys goodbye before locking the doors, allowing them to walk back to their live house.  

Freo swears they already walked halfway of the entire damn road before someone had suddenly remembered to ask for some medicine because Zeal needed them. Out of all the times he could remember it, it had to be now? Freo sighs, kicking the rocks in front of him as entertainment while he waits for Seible to run back to the clinic before coming back again. He looked like a kid waiting for his parents that had forgotten to come pick them up from pre-school. He had half the mind to just leave and let Seible walk back to their mansion himself when he heard a small commotion just around the corner of where he was standing. Like anyone, he hid himself behind the wall while his head slowly peeked at what was going on.

“-RE YOU GOING TO RETURN THAT MONEY?!” 

“I-I swear I’ll return it soon!”

“FUCK YOU, YOU SAID THAT LAST MONTH. DO YOU THINK WE’RE IDIOTS?!” 

Ah, just debt collectors going after their borrowed money again

It’s not really uncommon for fights like this to show up, sometimes going to extreme measures such as killing their customers, he’s seen it before firsthand. From people borrowing money for wine, gambling, paying off bills to even cheating; not that it’s his business to care as long as they pay the money back with a bit of taxes involved. People running away from debts is also very common but Seible is usually the one in charge of cases like these and somehow they all managed to pay it off when he left to ‘visit’ them. Honestly it truly saved themselves from a much bigger trouble if they didn’t, at least in Freo’s opinion. He remained hidden in the shadows, eyes watching the show as the poor man is being grabbed by the collar about to be punched. The man looked somewhat familiar though…

“W-wait! I’ll bring you a new chick for your boss! He likes the one I brought in last time, didn't he?!” 

The debt collector’s fist halted in the air, “What game are you trying to play now punk”

“I’m serious! I-I’ll offer him a new one this time! I’m confident he’ll love it! Please let me off the hook this time! Just give me one more month! I promise I’ll bring the money back!” 

“You’re all talk and no bite you bitch” Despite that, another member of them reached for his phone. Possibly to call for their so-called boss if Freo had to guess. 

“Boss said to let him go, for now” 

The man glared at the boy in his hold before throwing him to the wall with his strength, “You’re lucky this time. Let’s go” 

Freo watches as the gang walks out of the shady alleyway and only leaves the wrecked boy gasping for air on the floor. Pathetic, getting all worked up for such a small amount of money. That boy is probably dead in the ditch if either him or Seible is dealing with it. He thought the show was over so he turned back, ready to leave the area—

“Hello, KaeKae?”

Nevermind then

“Yea I’m fine haha… I just went jogging, that's all… Say do you want to go on a date next week? It’s been a while after all— No reason, is it wrong to spoil my boyfriend? Mhm alright see you~”

Oh? Now that he thinks about it, that guy looked like the same guy that came to picked up—

“Why are you smiling like that, Furi-chan?” 

His hand instinctively went up to the other’s neck, but unlike normal circumstances, his hand didn’t tighten to choke him. Seible didn’t seem frightened either, only softly patted his arm to let go of him as he giggled. 

“Ah~ I always love it when you’re surprised~ So what were you doing?” 

Freo turned back to look at the alleyway, he left… If his memory serves him right, the gang that he owed money to is quite close to Claude-senpai….

“Furi-chan? Don’t ignore me!” Seible pouted, the bag in his hand flying up and down as he moved.  

“Drop whatever work you have Seible. Time to put your connection to good use” His lips slowly curved upward, eyes glinting in a dangerous mischief. It would be a waste to let this opportunity go, no? “Let’s see if this new toy is really worth playing” 

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Kaelix looked himself into the mirror, fixing the earring on his ear before he deemed himself good enough to go out. It’s been a while since his boyfriend took him out on a date, not after since… that happened. Both of them were giving each other some space to calm down and hopefully start over again, at least that’s what he hoped for. He opened the door when he heard his boyfriend calling him outside, sitting in the car scrolling through his phone as he waited for Kaelix.

He didn’t react when he opened the door to the car, sitting down beside the driver's seat. 

“Are you okay? You looked troubled” 

“Oh- Yeah I’m fine” He looked at the boy. “You look gorgeous today” 

He really is, Kaelix simply donned a black turtleneck long sleeved shirt paired with a silver necklace sitting nicely around his collarbone that matches with his diamond earring, his tight jeans that hugged his long legs nicely fit his overall look for their date. He didn’t wear much makeup, only putting on a casual one that doesn’t look too overwhelming. He didn’t forget to curl his hair a little bit either, giving it a slightly more cool touch to his style. In short, he clearly put a lot of care and attention into his looks. 

“Thank you~ So where are you taking me today?” 

“You’ll find out soon” He said as he started the car, his phone in the middle so he could follow the location they’re heading towards. The drive was casual, with Kaelix talking about his day in his Uni and all the exams that are coming up while his boyfriend focuses on the road quietly, only occasionally putting a comment here and there. 

Ding!

Unknown Number

“Change of location. Come here instead” 

*Location Attached* 

“Seriously?!  At the very last minute?!” 

“What? What’s wrong?” Kaelix got surprised at his sudden outburst that he jolted in his seat when he screamed. 

“Tch. Nothing, the drive will take longer than planned” He clicked his tongue in annoyance, usually meaning that he does not want to interact with anyone. So Kaelix didn’t dare to talk anymore, quietly sitting in his seat as he stared out the window watching the sun set between all the skyscrapers. 

Eventually, he didn’t know how long for but he passed out in the car. He only woke up when his boyfriend slammed the door shut, glaring at him to get out as well. The first thing he noticed when he got out was how dark the surroundings are, there are barely any street lights around nor any opened stores let alone people. It gave off an eerie vibe that he felt very uncomfortable with. Who chooses a location like this for a date?!

“A-are you sure you didn’t come to the wrong place?” 

His boyfriend didn’t answer as he headed towards the seemingly abandoned building that only had one working light that’s flashing on and off. Now, the logical thing to do is get out of there right? But Kaelix being Kaelix, was worried about his boyfriend’s safety, so he went after him. He couldn’t help but nervously look around as he followed him up the steps, it was so quiet you could hear the water dripping from somewhere within the building. As they went up to the third floor, he started hearing noises. People talking, to be exact. It gave him a small relief that there are other people. 

He watched as the two muscle men guarding the door looked at them before they let them enter, an uncomfortable feeling started pouring down his stomach as he followed along, ignoring how the two men were observing him from head to toe. He nearly didn’t manage to stop himself from bumping into his boyfriend’s shoulder when he suddenly stopped in his tracks. 

“Wh—”

“Why is it you three?!” 

“Hello~”

Wait… that voice…

He looked over and was greeted by two familiar faces standing one the sides with another boy sitting on top of a broken table. 

“Nice to see you again K-chan~” 

“Zeal? Seible? … Why are you two here?” Now Kaelix is confused. 

“I’m here to pay off my debt-”

“By paying, you mean stalling it with your ‘chick’” Freo scrolled through his phone, unbothered to even look up at them. “We paid off your debt for you, so now you’re paying it back to us instead” 

“Why would you do that..?” He questions — Carefully, cautiously — Kaelix could only watch in confusion. 

“You should be glad you know~ Our taxes are much lower compared to the former gang~” Seible’s tone was playful, but not so much when his hand was playing with a knife like it was a pen. “Then again~ You did borrow quite the amount of money from them~ I’m surprised you haven’t got drenched in red yet” 

“Does it have those chicks you’re talking about? Claude-Senpai did say his friend was pretty happy with the ones you brought in” Zeal chimed in. 

“What are they talking about?” Kaelix grabbed onto the hem of his tuxedo only to be grabbed by the wrist and thrown to the front.  

“Tch, whatever. He’s all yours now”

“What…?” 

“What? You didn’t think I’d actually still love you Kaelix. Maybe when we were little but let’s be real, you’re annoying and too naive for your own good” He looked at him with those cold and hateful gazes, like an hour ago he wasn’t complimenting how beautiful he was. “Maybe it’s a good lesson for you” 

“Wow~ You call yourself a man? Your boyfriend sure is a gentleman K-chan” 

Kaelix barely registered the whisper behind him as he stares in disbelief onto his boyfriend, is he even his boyfriend anymore? What kind of man would just throw their lover into a pit and let them fall down to the dump, he just tossed Kaelix around like he’s an object. He never really loved me did he? All the things he said when they were still kids are all just mere simple lies, fitted for a child to believe. And he still fell for it. Funny isn’t it? 

“You’re crazy…”

“Maybe I am, but you’re not my problem anymore” He looked back at the three males, “Can I leave now? I have somewhere else to be” 

“I’m calling the police–!” Kaelix could barely open his screen when his phone was kicked aside. Next thing he knew he was being pushed to the ground, a pair of hands pressing into his throat making it hard to breathe properly. His hands moved to his chest in an attempt to push him away but it’s hopeless, not to mention how his skinny figure contrasts to his slightly fit one. He’s weak, and he knows it. 

“Call the police, huh?” His grip tightened around his neck, saying each word with a soft yet alarming tone.  “Go on. I dare you”

Tears started welling up in his eyes blurring his vision, he could hardly breathe, his legs trying to kick him off while his hands tried to pry the grip off of him before he let it roam beside him. Looking for anything – anything at all – just please , someone help him. He flapped his hands beside him trying to find something before he felt a cool touch, something that felt like metal. He would question what he found but not anymore, not when he felt himself losing air in his lungs, not when he felt like he was about to die. He grabbed the item in his hand, lunging towards the side of his hip to hopefully push him off.

“Urk–” 

Kaelix finally managed to catch his breath as the tight grip loosened, not noticing how his partner’s eyes widened – clearly stunned – whatever Kaelix  used to hit him with knocked him off balance as he fell to the side, allowing Kaelix to sit up as he clutch onto his shirt tightly on his chest, breathing heavily as his brain struggles to process what happened.

“Y-You–”

Kaelix whipped his head to where he kneeled, his own hands carefully at the waist of where he supposedly hit him at. When he looked closer though, he saw red staining onto the fabric of his shirt. His eyes widened in fear, since when was that knife–?!  He quickly kneeled by his side, trying to help pull the knife out of his waist but he only backed away from Kaelix.

“Are you trying to kill me?!”

“N-no I swear–!”

“Don’t come closer to me, you murderer!”

“No! I didn’t–!” Kaelix could feel his entire body trembling, “I swear I didn’t mean to!!” 

Between his pounding heart and all the screaming, neither of them noticed the gentle footsteps walking towards them – like a ninja silently moving. He didn’t bat an eye at the injured man, nor did he care how the poor boy was shivering in horror, he nearly laughed when he saw how the man only clutched onto the knife – his knife – stabbed into his sides, preventing it from slipping out. A wise choice, otherwise the chances of him dying from blood loss is high. 

But that’s not what he wanted. 

With a fast and swift movement, Seible’s hands reached for Kaelix's hand. The boy, possibly too shocked, didn’t even noticed it at first, until–

Shng

…Eh..?

“Heh,” Seible smirked, enjoying the sweet sound of the sharp metal knife rubbing along with the flesh. The sound that only seemed to trigger his addiction of wanting more. His hand – one that's still clutching onto Kaelix  – stayed on the handle of the knife, still tightening and pushing it even deeper into his body till he was screaming out in pain. He pulled it out just in time when Kaelix came back to his senses, letting his body fall limply to the floor. 

Seible took a step to the side, letting Freo walk towards the man now rolling on the floor and moaning in pain. Kaelix looked at him with teary eyes, but Freo certainly didn’t. His gaze is as cold as ever even when he used his expensive leather shoes to step on his deep wound, uninterested as the toe box dug into the big slash, opening the skin. 

“You said he’s ours now, didn't you?” Pink-purple like pupils stared into his eyes, he could see how fear was starting to overtake him but he couldn’t do anything about it. “Then who are you to touch what isn’t yours anymore” 

His feet dug deeper, if his screams were any louder, he was certain passersby were sure to hear it. Too bad they’re in the middle of nowhere right now. The man couldn’t move when Freo’s foot was right in his wound and the fact his hands were being stepped on by his other foot didn’t help the pain at all. There is so much sweat forming around his face that he’s sure it’s more than enough to make a small pond. To his relief, Freo stepped back a little later.

“Tch. Now my shoe’s dirty…” He clicked his tongue in disgust, giving him one last kick of his body before he leaned down till he could see his face. 

“Next time,” 

His eyes widened, nothing was weighing him down yet he felt like he couldn’t breathe at all as his breath got stuck in his throat. His back shivered at Freo slowly smiled down at his poor state.

“Don’t touch what’s ours ” 

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“Hello~? K-chan? Are you still with us~?” Seible waved his bloody hand in front of his face but his eyes were unfocused, staring at how his (ex?) boyfriend was being carried away like they’re carrying a bag of rice. “Earth to K-chan?”

“He’s frozen” Freo only glanced at him with the same cold gaze. 

“Aw~ There there K-chan” He giggled, softly patting his hair like Kaelix isn’t trembling at all. “It was fun wasn’t it?” 

“Let’s go, I don’t want to stay here all day” 

The shorter male picked up the pace, going towards the exit without turning back as Seible skipped towards him. Zeal kneeled one knee down beside Kaelix, his body seems to go on auto-pilot mode as he helped Kaelix up. He didn’t react at all, his pupils still fixed on where his so-called ‘boyfriend’ last laid at, letting Zeal guide him out of the abandoned building before coaxing him into the car. 

He didn’t remember much to be entirely honest, the vague memory of him sitting beside the driver's seat in a seemingly luxurious looking car while Zeal is behind the wheels. Talking to him about something he didn’t pay attention to, his memory still stuck back in the building on what just happened. He’s traumatised, to say the least. The entire trip felt like an eternity before he felt the car pulled up somewhere, is he conscious now you may ask? Nope, his mind is still blurry. 

A deep voice chuckled as the door beside him opened up, “Are you still out of earth Kaelix?” 

His mouth remained shut, didn’t even flinch when Zeal reached for his arm pulling him out of the car. He didn’t look up at where he was being taken to, his head laid low as he walked. He only looked up later when he nearly stumbled on the doorstep, the words ‘Thank you’ automatically came out. He didn’t even seem like he was even aware of what he was doing, Zeal thought to himself. He wrapped his hands around his waist, steadying him in case he falls again, also to make sure their minions know that he’s with them instead of mistaking him as an intruder. He notes how he stopped trembling now but is still moving like a robot. 

Zeal opened the door to the large house, smiling to every maid that greeted him home while also ignoring the whispers and glances behind that are pointed towards the boy. Not that it’s their place to care who he brings home, they should’ve gotten used to it by now. He brought him to the kitchen, it is a must route to use if he needs to use the stairs, otherwise he’d gladly take the other route so he doesn’t need to see this.  

“Seriously you two?” Zeal didn’t try to hide his very much amused and disappointed tone. 

Freo sat on top of the kitchen counter with Seible in front of him, literally hugging his waist, making out — kissing . Seible didn’t even bother washing the blood off his hand, the dried red still sticking to his skin. The soft orange glow from the lamp paired with the dark night sky outside the windows that overlook the bright city made the atmosphere romantic, but Zeal wished these two could stop making out literally everywhere .

“Oh, welcome back Gin-chan. You took too long~” Seible said, his head laying on Freo’s chest with a purr. 

“Traffic is a bitch” He rolled his eyes, “Where do you want him Freo?” 

Freo’s eyes went to Kaelix, the boy was staring at them yet there was only emptiness behind those eyes, he didn’t even process what he saw did he. To be entirely honest, Freo nearly forgot about him too. 

“There’s a spare room somewhere upstairs. Just tell the maids to clean it up for him” His fingers went up to Seible’s hair, softly playing with it, untangling any knots that he found. “Unless you want to bring him to your room?” 

“I think he’s shocked enough for today” Zeal merely laughed at Freo’s ‘I know what you want’ tone, but he didn’t say anything more than that. He softly pushed Kaelix up the stairs to the second floor before coming to a room. The purple-eyed man opened the door, Kaelix wasn’t sure where he was but he let Zeal push him to sit down on something soft somewhere within before he headed out the door. He was sure he also mumbled something to him, but he wasn’t listening. He didn’t know how long time had passed before his head slowly looked up from the floor, finally processing what he was looking at. 

His head turned at a slow pace, taking in the big room that is definitely way too massive for only one person to live in. The room is fairly simple despite the size, a large bed placed in the middle of it with a couch and coffee table that’s not too far away from where he sat. There is even a sliding window that’s wide enough to look up at the stars and tall skyscrapers just outside, a balcony can be seen with a few plants decorated outside. The floor is made out of wood, the kind that’s shiny and slippery looking that makes the whole room look like it’s made for luxury. Or maybe it is. Despite how the room looks beautiful, it felt… empty. It felt like no one had been using this room a lot. Kaelix jumped when the door to the room suddenly opened again.

“The maids have already cleaned up your room, Kaelix. Come on”

Kaelix didn’t question anything, like a puppet being controlled, he followed Zeal a little bit deeper down the shining hallways till they reached another room. Opening the door, he saw that the room is the same, if not, slightly bigger than the man’s room. There isn’t a lot of furniture in here compared to his though, just a king sized bed, a small vanity and closet. Otherwise, the layout is pretty much the same except his view is the forest with no city lights in sight. 

“This’ll be your room” He stepped inside, urging Kaelix to do the same. “Let me set the rules for you Kay? Since this is where you’ll be staying now, you’re allowed to roam freely around the area but not beyond the gates. If you have any troubles, you can seek any maids in the house for help. Do not, seriously, do not go into any of the rooms upstairs without Freo’s permission. The room downstairs is fine and me or Seible’s room too as long as you have our permission”

Kaelix listened — not really, his mental soul isn’t really processing the words to understand them right now. Maybe later on he’ll realize it.

“Do you understand?”

His head nodded. He felt Zeal patting his head saying something like ‘Good night’ or whatever — he’s not in his right mind — before he left the room, leaving him standing speechless. He didn’t know what to do, he didn’t know what to feel, everything seemed like a mess in his brain. All these running thoughts made him tired, so what do you do when you’re tired? Sleep, obviously. 

And that’s what he did. By the time he woke up the next day, it was already late afternoon. 

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Days passed by in a blink but to Kaelix it only felt like he was here for a few hours. Since it’s the school holiday season, he didn’t need to attend classes for another few months, thankfully. He was sure he wouldn’t be able to focus on the lessons with what was happening to him. 

During these days he only stayed in his room, except when he needed to use the bathroom, he didn’t leave at all. Meals were being brought to his room on a daily basis by the maids so he didn’t really need to step outside, his only form of entertainment was his phone which he nearly forgot about if Zeal didn’t give it back to him. His screen had a small crack — possibly thanks to how his ex kicked it to the wall — but his phone still works perfectly fine. He did notice how he wasn’t able to call or text anyone anymore, which made sense, they wouldn’t want him to suddenly call the police for help again. There are, however, three new phone numbers that suddenly appeared in his contact, he assumed are those three but he never tried calling it so he never confirmed it.

It’s fine . It’s not like he had anyone he could call or text anyways other than his now ex-boyfriend. He had no friends, no family he could talk or hang out with. But there’s only so much entertainment his phone could bring, he soon got bored of it. Kaelix naively thought that maybe they would release him after, yet days turned into weeks, they showed no signs of doing so. He didn’t have the guts to ask either, he doesn’t want to die ! He also noticed that the three of them weren’t ‘home’ that often either, seven days a week and at most he’s sure they only came back twice. Sometimes separately, sometimes together.

Kaelix hugged his knees close to his chest as he sat in the corner. He felt like crying but he couldn’t force any tears out anymore. He hates it. He doesn’t have any freedom anymore — fuck that, he didn’t any freedom since he moved in with his boyfriend anyways! — But it didn’t change the fact he felt trapped in a cage, like an animal they forgot they owned. They didn’t abuse him or anything, even given permission to roam around the area — mind you, their mansion is massive enough — but it still took a toll on his mental health. Besides the fact of his toxic relationship in his original home, he missed his room. He missed the cozy vibe of it and he desperately wanted to hug his monkey plushie he had owned since he was a little kid. It is the only thing that could calm him down whenever he’s in a mood. 

He rubbed his wrist with a hard motion, not caring how his wrist stings from the pain. Although he knew this was bad — he couldn’t help it — he couldn’t keep his cool composure otherwise. 

All the maids should be on their lunch break right now…  

He quietly opened the door and sneaked downstairs, not a single guard or maid in sight proved that he was right. He went behind the counter, hesitantly reached for the kitchen knife that sat elegantly in an expensive looking sheath. He stared at his reflection in it, observing at how pathetic he looked while his hands trembled slightly. He took a gulp as slowly pushed his sleeves up—

“What are you doing?”

“Wah?!” He turned around, his hands automatically pulled his sleeves back down while he accidentally dropped the knife, letting it hit the ground with a sharp cling sound.

Freodore stood on his opposite side of the counter, wearing a simple outfit of a hoodie with long pants. Despite that, his usual cold expression didn’t leave his face, staring at Kaelix’s weird actions. Kaelix panicked, since when is he here?!

“N-nothing… I… was just hungry…” 

“You can call the maids for food” 

“R-right… Uhm… Why are you here..?”

“This is my house. Am I not allowed to be here?” Freo raised his eyebrow at him. 

“I didn’t mean it like that— S-sorry I’ll head back to my room” Kaelix picked up the knife and placed it back where he found it before he dashed up the stairs, not looking back at the male. He didn’t leave the room after that. 

Night time rolled around shortly, all three of them were present at the dinner table — a very rare occurrence. Freo quietly ate while listening to both of their rambles about their day or some rumors that happened in the livehouse, it’s better than dead silence at least. His focus shifted to behind him when a maid was carrying a tray up the steps, it didn’t look like dinner, it was more like breakfast with only two slices of bread on a glass plate. 

“Klara-senpai, did he ask for those?” Freo stopped the maid when she came back down.

“Hm? Oh, yeah. He said he didn’t have much of an appetite so he only wanted bread.” 

“Ehh~? K-chan is already skinny enough though~ He should eat more” 

“I asked, but he insisted on just bread” 

Freo thanked her before she returned to the kitchen. He didn’t think too much about it, at least not until he heard glass shattering noises. He clicked his tongue while he pushed his chair behind to stand up, walking upstairs.

“Freo?” “Something wrong Furi-chan?” 

He ignored them. There was a maid at the boy’s door wanting to check on him but didn’t open the door when the boy was shouting he’s fine. It may work on them but not on Freo. He swung the door open, ignorant of his shouting. He first saw how Kaelix jolted at his sudden appearance, then he noticed the glass plate is now broken into pieces but here’s the thing, it was broken intentionally he could tell. He walked towards him as Kaelix alarmedly pulled down his sleeves again but Freo grabbed his wrist, making him wince in pain from the tight grip. 

“What are you—”

Freo slid his sleeves up from the hand he grabbed, revealing ten small cuts on his wrist as well as a cut that looked fresh — if the blood oozing out says anything about it. His grip didn’t loosen, in fact he gripped it even tighter when Kaelix tried to pry it off of him. 

“L-let go!” 

“Is it fun?” He said in an icy tone, “You broke my plate, just to satisfy yourself?”

“T-That’s none of your busine— Ark!” 

The sharp nails of his thumb dug into the fresh cut, opening the wound wider as Kaelix cried out hurt, fearfully wanting to retreat his arm from his strong grip but it only kept his hand in place. He felt his legs slowly giving up as he kneeled lower and lower while crying for him to stop, but he didn’t. He didn’t look like he cared even when his fingers were stained in blood, nor when the blood started to stain the carpets. He screamed, begged but he didn’t budge. No one outside the door stepped forward to stop him either. Freo kneeled to his level, his nails still forcing it deeper down his now big cut. 

“Know your place. I can end your life just as easily as I can make you cry” 

Kaelix cried, hot tears spilling out as it hit the carpet, his voice choking out still begging him to stop while his hand jitter uncontrollably. His tears didn’t stop even when Freo let go of his hand, he backed into the corner of the room, clutching his injured hand and knees close to his chest as he sobs. Like a little kid throwing a tantrum. He didn’t care how he could feel people outside staring at his pathetic state and he certainly didn’t care when Freo quietly stood up before walking away from him. The room was silent save for his choking sobs and coughing. He could feel the blood on his wound staining his outfit, it hurt. It really hurts. But that’s not the main reason why he was crying. He didn’t want to be here, he doesn’t like this place, he doesn’t like the people here. He hates it, he despises everything! 

He cried even harder at that, he didn’t notice someone kneeling in front of his trembling figure. That same figure reached for his hand but he tensed up, not letting it leave his curled up body. 

“Don’t test my patience” His body softly jerks at Freo’s voice again. 

It did seem to scare him when he helplessly let Freo take his hand out, exposing all the wounds to the cool air. Kaelix didn’t look up, only letting Freo do whatever he wanted with him. He felt some stings on his wrist before it was being wrapped up with what felt like bandages until Freo finally released his hand again. He took his hand back — tears still sliding down his pale face — he gently rubbed his wrist and confirmed that it is indeed, bandages wrapped around his hand. His body tensed up again when he felt warmth pressing to the side of his cheek, a thumb gliding across his eyes wiping the tears away but he couldn’t stop it from coming out.

“Stop crying” His tone was softer yet also demanding, Kaelix forced his tears to retreat back into his eyes as he breathed heavily. He didn’t see how Freo smiled at his obedience, “Good boy” 

“Get someone to clean this mess up” 

Freo ordered the maids, walking around the shattered glass as he left the room. Kaelix though, remained in the same spot, he didn’t feel like moving, he didn’t have any energy to move anymore. He stayed there curling his body so small that he felt sore sitting in the same spot, even with the big bed beside him, he refused to move. He felt safer in the corner than in this entire building. So he clung onto that tiny safe place, hugging his body to keep himself warm for the entire night. Before he knew it, the sun outside began to rise.

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“Is he not eating again?” 

Klara gently shook her head, her face looking slightly worried for the boy. “It’s been 4 days. He won’t consume anything other than water” 

Zeal looked at the tray, hot steaming porridge that smelled of fish and soy sauce filled the air with a plate of freshly cut fruits on the side. He can tell how much effort she put into making sure that he can digest the food easily, but even so the boy wouldn’t budge. He lets out a sigh, is he trying to starve himself to death ? Zeal lifted the tray from Klara’s hand, giving her a gentle smile.

“Let me take care of it” 

“Are you sure?” Klara, however, doesn’t quite like that look. He knew these boys like how an elder sister would know what their younger siblings are up to. “Don’t force him too much” 

“I wouldn’t do that. At least not like how Freo would” 

He gave another reassuring smile before he headed up to his room. He tried knocking on the door — twice — but there wasn’t an answer so he just opened and slid into the room. The lights were off, he noticed, yet the curtains were open which allowed the moonlight to shine in. The male vaguely spotted a shadow sitting on the couch facing the forest scenery behind, his entire body covered by what seemed to be a blanket taken from the bed. Zeal sat down beside Kaelix who in response flinched just a tiny bit but still noticeable anyways, he sat the tray down on the coffee table quietly. He didn’t bother turning on the main lights, opting to switch on the lamp on the desk that glowed a gentle orange color instead. If Kaelix doesn’t want the lights on, then he won’t force it.  

“Good evening Kaelix” His voice came out deep yet strangely calming to the ear.

His body shifted, scooting farther away from the man, clutching the blankets tighter as he tried to shrink his body even smaller. Blue eyes tried to avoid the purple pupils, staring outside into the void like it’s the most interesting thing he’s ever seen in his life. 

“You hadn’t eaten today yet” 

Kaelix mumbled something under his breath. 

“You’re gonna have to speak up darling ”

“...Leave me alone” He spoke up, even though it was barely a whisper that Zeal caught. 

Zeal sighs, it’s like babysitting a child that has the attitude of a teenager. He made a hum sound in return, “Alright, I won’t waste your time then. You need to eat, dear. I can’t have you suddenly fainting on us, you know”

“... Don’t wanna”

Zeal smiled – amused, he’s more surprised that he isn’t just following his orders with how Freo scared him a few days ago. Even so, he remained patient, that doesn’t mean he’ll be using his time coaxing him though. He pushed the tray towards him.

“Let’s make a deal. You finish it up, or at least eat half of it, and I’ll be on my way” He looked up at the white-haired boy, “If not, I’ll have to force these food down your throat. We wouldn’t want to do this the hard way now, would we?” 

His tone never changed, still the same calming voice. But there’s something about it that tells Kaelix he isn’t playing around with him, he will do exactly what he just said. Did he listen though? Nope. Pretty stubborn huh? Yes, but he didn’t really care anymore. So he ignored him, hiding his entire body beneath the warm blankets like it could protect him from harm. The two sat in silence till he heard Zeal breathe out, figuring that he isn’t going to make this easy for him. Kaelix closed his eyes shut, waiting for him to probably force the food down his mouth by force like he said. One second… two seconds… three seconds … nothing came. He slowly opened his eyes at the same time when Zeal reached for his blanket, pulling it down from his head as he leaned in closer to his face. 

He didn’t have time to react when Zeal reached for his chin and pulled him in, crashing their lips together. He could feel something liquid entering his mouth as it easily slid down his throat, Zeal’s hand firm on his chin making sure he couldn't escape. He ended up coughing when Zeal broke the kiss, accidentally choking on the porridge when he squirmed. 

“D-Did you just?!” 

“Kiss you? Yea, I did” Zeal smiled smugly, licking off some porridge that managed to slip out of his mouth. “This is actually quite tasty. You shouldn’t waste it, Klara-senpai is really good at cooking” 

He pushed the tray closer again. “Are you going to eat this time? Or do you want me to feed you again?” His voice lowered, but there were no malicious intentions behind those words. 

Kaelix's face blushed so red that he looked like he might pass out. Even back when he’s still dating, they didn’t even kiss like that! He’s happy enough just to be able to hold his boyfriend’s hand! His first kiss is stolen! And to someone of a Mafia Gang?! What the hell! Kaelix didn’t want to test him again so he quickly picked up the bowl that is now cooled down and began eating — to Zeal’s credit, the porridge is actually pretty good that he ended up finishing the whole bowl in just minutes. 

“Finished…” 

“Wasn’t so hard was it?” He placed the bowl back in the tray, using one of the spare forks to pick up a strawberry from the fruit bowl before handing it to Kaelix. He chose to have a slice of pineapple for himself instead, savouring the sweet and sour of the underripe fruit. “You’ve been gloomy lately” 

Obviously… try being in my shoes for a day and find out what happens

Kaelix took a tiny nib of the fruit, his free hand hugging his knees even closer. For a while neither of them spoke, the only sound they could hear was their breathing and the occasional footsteps from outside. 

“… I want to go home..” He spoke softly — vulnerably. 

“Is that so?” Zeal reached for another fruit, popping it into his mouth. “And where’s your home exactly?” 

He froze. That’s right… Where is his home? He doesn’t have one anymore. His home fell apart when his parents abandoned him. His safe place was gone since he turned into an adult. He doesn’t have a place he could truly call home . Realizing it, he clutched onto the blanket tighter. 

“Your home is right here, Kaelix” Zeal said casually.

But he doesn’t like it here… Who calls a place that they’re not comfortable with ‘home’ 

He didn’t reply, nor did Zeal try to pry a reaction out of him. He did try to feed him a few more fruits before he took the empty bowl and plate away, finally leaving Kaelix alone again. His stomach is satisfied but his heart? Drowned into a bottomless dept. As much as he hates to admit it, he really had nowhere he could go as of now. The only place he could return to is here . He hid his head between his body, covering himself fully till he could see nothing but black. 

As the day passed, the maid — Klara, was it? — would still bring in the food for him and if he refuses she would tell him she’d call Zeal in and that is more than enough to make him blush and eat — screw you Zeal . He didn't eat much, sometimes only a few bites but Klara seemed satisfied with it and didn’t push him to finish which he’s grateful for. Still it didn’t change how he wishes to leave, he’s not a pet to be tamed, but it’s not like he could call for help anyways. His phone is only limited to calling the three of them, anyone outside of that will only result in a screen that says ‘Number Invalid’. 

He sulked. Hey, it could be worse right…? At the minimum, they didn’t treat him that bad…Compared to his ex, he didn’t leave scars on his body that didn’t seem to ever fade over time. He was well fed, but his university would be a problem once the school year starts. Would he even be able to attend?! He sighs, his head hurts. 

BANG

“K-chan~”

“Wah?!” He jumped in his seat, “Don’t do that!” 

Seible laughed, “Oh my lord, how can you be so adorable and funny~ ” 

Kaelix’s eyes squinted at him. He didn’t plan to entertain him, only turning back towards the window and scrolling through his phone. It’s his only way to keep up to date with the news and trends after all. Brown hair with streaks of pink and blue entered his view that blocked him from his phone. 

“Go on a date with me, K-chan~” 

He stared, “What?” 

“Go on a date with me~” 

“… Don’t you have a boyfriend?” He doesn’t want a bullet in his head dawg 

“Two actually” He giggled, “But that doesn’t have anything to do with it though”

Yes it does???

“… Don’t want to” He pushed the boy’s head aside, not wanting to be bothered anymore.

“But you get to go out though~”

He halted, now that he mentioned it… he’s not wrong. It’s been a while since he had stepped foot outside. He’s about to die cooped up in this tiny room. 

“Buttttt, if K-chan doesn’t want to then—”

Kaelix pulled on his shirt, nearly making him fall as he looked back at the taller boy. Kaelix isn’t looking at him but he can feel the smug face as his grip didn’t let go of his shirt. “F-fine, I’ll go on a… date with you” 

And actually, he regrets it. He shouldn’t have gone out with this psychopath. 

“SEIBLE SLOW DOWN WE’RE GONNA CRASH!” He screamed, his hair flying everywhere as he hugged onto Seible so tightly he feared it might leave a print around his waist.

“But this is more fun~!” 

“NO IT IS NOT?!” 

Turns out, his idea on a ‘date’ is him basically wanting to kill Kaelix’s heart. He already had a bad feeling when Seible brought him to his motorcycle, the type that people use for racing. It looked pretty awesome, like it’s exactly out of a magazine. The color itself is blue with a mix of green and red on it, it was supposed to be a one person pax seat but somehow convinced Kaelix to hop on anyways. He shouldn’t have listened. Because now he’s here screaming for his dear life while Seible is laughing, the speed meter climbing higher and higher as he rides. He doesn’t dare to look anymore, keeping his eyes shut as he clings onto Seible. He can feel the motorcycle turning left and right, even going up and down. He has no idea where they’re going but he doesn’t care anymore, just let him make this out alive! 

Around ten-ish minutes later, he felt the speed drop before coming to a stop, that’s when Kaelix had the courage to reopen his eyes again. 

“A-are we here?”

“Yep~” 

He got down from the vehicle with wobbly legs, needing to hold himself upright using the railing. This guy is beyond crazy!  

“K-chan, are you okay~?” 

DO I LOOK LIKE I'M OK?! 

“Y-Yeah…” 

“Good~” 

He chuckled, climbing onto the railing and sitting there. Right now, they’re quite literally in the middle of nowhere. If you ask Seible, he’d say he’s near the roadside on top of a mountain, overlooking the view of the city from above. He patted the empty spot beside him, looking at Kaelix asking him to sit. Although skeptical, he sat down anyways, making sure to leave a space between them if that ever does anything. 

“So, how’s your day K-chan?” He hummed, staring out into the orange sunset. 

Kaelix glanced at him, he couldn’t read his face. He couldn’t tell if he’s asking him because he’s curious or if it’s mockery. “… Could be better I guess” 

“I see~ Today is so boring for me thoughhhh. Everything in the live house is so dull and-” Seible continued to ramble while Kaelix played with his fingers — nervous — he didn’t know how to act around them. He didn’t know what they’re thinking at all. He mustered up the courage, maybe Seible would understand?

“Hey… uhm”

“Yes?”

“… How long are you guys going to keep me in the mansion?” He pulled his fingers one by one, enjoying the stinging feeling that comes with it. 

“Hmm. How long huh?” Seible swayed his feet in the air, “Probably till your ‘boyfriend’ pays all his borrowed money back to us” 

His heart sank, from what he knows he never pays anything back until a long time. Does that mean he’s stuck with them till who knows when?! 

“But why…? What benefits do you guys get for keeping me? He doesn’t care about me anymore… You won’t get him to pay just because you’re keeping me captivated” He could feel his voice quavering, “Please… I don’t want to stay there anymore..”

“Aww, K-chan. You look so cute when you beg like that~” He cooed, “But you don’t get it, do you?” 

Eh…?

“It’s not about the benefits you bring to us and whatnot” He shifted closer to his still body, “It’s about us wanting to own you” 

“W-what..?”

“Your boyfriend paying back or not is the least of our problems, Furi-chan can deal with him in a snap of his finger~” He giggled, his eyes looking like they were glowing with mischief and danger. “When we want something, we won’t stop till we get it. You understand the joy of owning something too, don’t you~?” 

He doesn’t. He really doesn’t. He’s never owned something he wanted

His breathing slowly became heavier, his hands trembling under the closeness of Seible. He felt like crying again but his tears had long dried up during those days he actually cried, he couldn’t force any tears out at the moment. These guys are crazy… they’re actual psychopaths…

“Aww~ Don’t look so down K-chan~ Gin-chan told us to take good care of you after all~”

 Kaelix didn’t dare to move even when Seible’s hand came up to caress his face, smiling all too sweetly for someone like him. His mind zoned out what happened after that, like a part of his memory had been erased. Maybe it’s better this way, he doesn’t want to know what Seible told him after that. When they returned back to the mansion, he made a beeline for his room, ignoring any whispers or stares projected onto him. Everywhere felt unsafe for him, even his room is barely danger-free anymore, but he’ll take what he can get. 

He can just rot in hell for all he cares.

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“Join our team~” 

“. . .” 

He stared at the boy smiling like a devious devil in front of where he laid, hands on his chest where his originally slashed wound was bandaged up neatly. Just by their aura alone, he could tell he’s nowhere safe right now, at least from the way his chest hurts he’s definitely not. 

“Why should I?” He voices, cautiously. “You tried to kill me” 

“Ah, ah, ah~” Seible points his fingers in front of his nose, “ You . Were the one aiming for us first. I’m only defending myself~” 

Sure you were . Zeal mentally rolls his eyes. His gaze switches from Seible to Freodore who’s peacefully drinking his cup of coffee, both of them having their guard lowered around him which only made everything seem off. In this world they’re in, lowering your guard around anyone — anyone including your own family — might be the worst  mistake you could make. Backstabbing is all too common after all, who’s to say your own parents who raised you won’t suddenly shoot a bullet in your head. So for two complete strangers to lower their guard around him, it’s either they think he’s weak or they’re stronger than him. 

“You’re from the Ginjoka family, right?” 

“So you knew” Zeal sat up fully, eyes locking on Freo’s figure.

He sat his cup down on the table, “Who doesn’t. Your family is one of the biggest mafia team around” 

“Then you should know keeping me here is only asking for a war with my family” 

Freo looked at him, his eyes scanning towards him with a knowing look, it’s like he’s telling him ‘I know what you’re hiding’. He felt exposed under those purple-pink pupils despite him not even saying anything. Of course, it could also be him overthinking it but having to grow up in an environment where observing and planning is constantly running around his mind, it’s hard to miss those kinds of gazes. They’re like cats , he notes. Carefully observing its prey with gentle and steady steps, only ready to pounce once the calculations are within their reach. It’s annoying him, really… they’re no different from any other mafias he’s seen. 

Seible’s hums made him break the staring competition he unintentionally had with Freo, “Family? The one who tried to kill you?”

“. . .”

“You still call him ‘family’?” Seible laughed, hand propped on the sofa just beside Zeal, head laying on top of his palm with a sly looking smile. “If you put it like that though~ Isn’t this considered… Mmm what do you call it in mafia terms again~ Ah, right, betrayal? ” His pupils went down from Zeal’s calm facial expression to his fist that’s clenching harder and harder each second, “Won’t the boss, or should I say, your father punish you for it~?” 

Hah… punish? He’ll surely do something worse than that. Zeal used his hands to rub his temples. It didn’t help that he’s also the next in line for the position of the leader within the Ginjoka gang, despite being the eldest and only son of the family, his father somehow despises him. It makes sense if others are jealous of him, but for his own family? He didn’t understand why he’s suddenly being a rival to his own blood-parents, the same parents who raised him and taught him the ways to survive in this world. What’s worse is that, ever since he found out, he realized he had no one to rely on anymore. His relatives want him dead if they want to steal the position of the leader – they could’ve targeted his father instead but nooo – and now his family left him alone to deal with any trouble that wasn’t his in the first place. He’s truly alone now, but what can he do? He’s too deep within hell to escape back to heaven. But he still survived – alone. Years after years, he learned how to defend himself, how to use his brain to his advantage, how to deal with troubles without creating more troubles. Perhaps it was luck, or maybe it was his own abilities, his path went on smoothly without much bumps. Till that luck ran out. It’s not like he wanted to kill his own cousin, he went after him first. Like Seible said, he was defending himself. Yet something within him knows that his so-called ‘family’ wouldn’t listen, if they went to the extent of killing him like that, surely they would find an excuse to end him. They will not spare such a chance like this. 

“You know,” Zeal looked up at the male who spoke up again. “I could help you deal with your family” His eyes locked onto Freo’s again, not a single lie is hidden behind those cold gazes. He’s not kidding. 

“What do you want from me?” 

“My request is simple, join us” He said — straightforward. 

He watched him, waiting for any changes in his aura or expression that signals something about what he wants. But there were none. “… I can’t read you at all, Freodore. What use would you have from me? Or do you just find it fun making me one of your pawns?” 

“Pawn? I think you’re underestimating yourself, Ginjoka ” He chuckles lowly, “I admire you, that’s all. Your determination and inventions are much, much more useful than you may think” He took the needle from his pocket, one that he recognised to the one he used to store his poison.

“What do you say?” 

Zeal hesitated. He’s at a dead end at this point, should he reject the offer, the only thing waiting for him with his family is at worst, death. Yet if he joins, who knows what these two have for him… but then again, the choice is obvious. Though…

He turns to Seible who’s still looking at him — actually he’s sure his eyes didn’t left him at all — “What happened to him?” 

“Oh your cousin? You wouldn’t want to know~” Seible smiled. “Come on, think about it. You won’t regret joining us~ Furi-chan has really taken an interest in you Ginjoka—”

“Zeal Ginjoka” 

“Hm?”

“My name. Don’t call me by my family name again” 

Seible only chuckled, “If you say so, Gin-chan~” 

He forgot what happened after that. He only knew that whatever Freo did with his parents, it worked. His ties were cut off with his family, no one came to bother him even after that, Freo even offered a room for him in his mansion. He also learned that the two have a livehouse under their name, which is how they operate. Seible asked if he had any specific roles in mind, he didn’t give any thoughts when he immediately went for the bartender. It seemed like a good role for him. He gets to interact with the patrons, grasping any information or blackmails he could use to his own benefit, mixing and testing with drinks — similar to poison — to pass his free time. Most importantly, he could observe those two from afar. 

Seible being the promoter apparently, isn’t really any different from his usual self. Chaotic, sweet talker and a slut — cough , excuse him. The way he could easily slide into any conversation and still gets everyone’s attention, how his sweet and addictive words could make girls or boys alike fall for his twisted desires, how he lures in victims without needing the use of blackmail or violence. Well, he guess his looks did play quite the part for what he does. Needing to stand out among the crowd, making everyone look his ways and could still somehow pull people into his cage by their own will. He is the promoter after all. 

As for Freo? To be real, he doesn’t really show his face in the livehouse half of the time, now that they have Zeal to help Seible out. Those times when he is present though, he’s quite the opposite of Seible. He doesn’t initiate with patrons longer than he needs to, opting to sit somewhere in the corner as he makes sure everything around the room runs smoothly and no trouble arises. Whatever things that needed fixing he fixes them, if any trouble finds their way he deals with them quietly to ensure no ones’ night is ruined, if someone — or anyone — wants to have a ‘talk’ with him, they’d be talking with his blade. Simple as that. 

Zeal isn’t the only one observing them, they are also secretly watching him behind his back. When he playfully chats with the customer about their day probing some secrets out of them, bringing in more customers that seemed like would make a good deal for the team and even attracting some good fucks for Seible — The promoters’ words, not his. All of his actions are being watched. He didn’t mind it, he’s just doing his job, they have little to no reason to be so wary about him… well they do but Zeal didn’t plan on sabotaging them or anything. Yet, he felt relieved. Even under their watchful gazes, it’s the first time in a while since he felt so free. He could do anything he liked — and he meant anything. Poison for fun? Go ahead. Accidentally offended one of their unruly VIPs? Meh it’s not like they gave them that much money — they would cover it up for him, no questions asked, no punishment awaited him. It’s like they treated him like someone closer than a worker at their livehouse. He didn’t pay that much attention to it, but the attention came to him. 

“Gin-chan~” Seible opened the door to the ‘staffs only’ room, the loud music from outside spreading into the quietness as he did before the door began tuning out the sounds. 

“Do you need something?” He didn’t bother to look at him, too busy finding the right wine as requested from one of their VIPs. “I’m a little occupied” 

“Too occupied to even look at me~?” He forced his way into Zeal’s sight, pulling him away from whatever he was looking for to face Seible instead. The mischievous glint in his eyes and body language told him he came in here for a reason, perhaps a reason that he might find amusing. 

“I don’t like that voice” He leaned near into his face, his own face plastered with the same smile Seible has, invading into his personal space, “What do you want?” 

“Nothing~ Just couldn’t help but notice how you were flirting with one of those sex workers earlier~ You know that’s my thing right?” 

He raised his arms to touch his chest, feeling how his fingers glided through the fabric of his clothes and onto his skin. Usually Zeal would ignore Seible’s attempts like these on a regular basis, knowing how he usually would do this with just about anyone, even Freodore. But today? He’s feeling a bit adventurous. He walks even closer to Seible who in turn backs up at the sudden boldness of Zeal towering over him, only forced to stop when his back hits the wall. Using his middle finger, he softly glides them from his throat to his chin before tilting it upwards to face him. He went closer to his ears to bring out the deep voice he used to attract customers to him. 

“And what will you do about it, dear ” 

His free hand slowly slid behind his waist like a snake, hugging it firmly to avoid him from escaping — not that he would back down. He could feel Seible’s breaths within the close range with his face, that sly and devious smile still remained on him as he tilted his own head a bit upwards. 

“Oh, did I provoke you baby ?” He whispered in his own low voice, challenging Zeal. 

“ Careful . If you continue that tone of yours, I might get the wrong idea here” 

Maybe he’s getting heated himself too, but he swore he can feel Seible melting into him for a mere second. Seible automatically leaned into his body, both hands touching his chest as he inched even closer to his face. 

“Hm… Maybe I want you to get the idea, Gin-chan ” 

“Are those ladies not enough for you now? Fucking whore” 

He fully closes any gaps between them, their lips nearly touching each other before it eventually did. His tongue slipping past his mouth and exploring it like they’re just meeting each other for the first time, Seible sinks deeper into the hug which in turn also aggravated the kiss. The brunette didn’t fail to notice how his eyes darkened just slightly, his purple pupils filled with more… lust . But he didn’t realize that his hands had already slid past his collar-shirt, touching — teasing — his nipples with his cold hands. Just like a snake . His attempts to quietly cover up the moans into their kiss didn’t work. Even with the banging music outside of the room, Zeal could still hear it loud and clear. He gently guides Seible’s back to the wall, his knees placed between him, touching his bulging area. Seible’s grip tightened on his shirt, his fingers never stopped playing with his nipples as he chuckled. 

“Nngh… And here you are, getting worked up over a whore ” He bites back, half-daring. Trying to ignore how he’s shivering below him. 

“I ought to teach you some manners” The hand on his chin went down to his crotch, feeling the way how it had already hardened under his touch. Seible’s breath became heavier, it only seemed to turn Zeal on when he breathed into his ear.

(Smut starts here

Skip if you don’t want to see it)

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With a single click of his belt, he managed to free Seible’s cock in one smooth motion. He twitched when the cool air suddenly contrasts with how hot he feels, a twitch too much is enough for Zeal to know he’s sensitive. His hand used to push his thighs aside, opening up his legs while his other hand never left his waist, making sure to grip him while the wall and his entire body sandwiched him in place, leaving no place for him to move. His hand went down to his hole, gently pressing the surface, teasing it by inserting with the tip of his index finger before pulling it out again, repeating the same motion a few times.

Zeal hums, enjoying the way Seible twitched into his chest. “I thought this is up your expertise,” He said, voice low, dark and full of lust. He rubbed on his hole slowly, pressing and releasing it with a steady pace. “What happened to that?” 

Seible opened his mouth only to be turned into deep breaths, his legs felt weak, he couldn’t move. Not when he’s cornered into a spot and held down by a hand bigger and stronger than his. His pants are still hanging by his knees, making it harder for his legs to move freely without the worries or ripping them. “Couch…”

“Hm?” 

He signals towards the couch behind him, it is a fairly big couch that the staff can use to rest on if they’re feeling tired. Though it was mostly used by them three instead since none of the workers here dared to use it. “Do it there… don’t wanna break the wine” 

There were tons of wine placed on the shelves beside them, Freo would surely be pissed if they were to accidentally break even just one of them. Besides, it’s not comfortable doing it while standing up anyways. Zeal smiled before he suddenly whipped him into his arms, his pants sliding off his legs as it hit the ground, forgotten as Zeal carried him not to the couch, but to the additional kitchen counter that’s nearer.

He didn’t allow Seible to react when he smashed his lips against his, tongue sliding deeper entangling together, hand still rubbing circles around his hole while the other steadied him on the countertop. He enjoyed watching his reaction, how his half-lidded eyes are practically begging to be fucked, how his legs are hugging around his waist pulling him closer, how he’s twitching beneath him. It’s all satisfying to watch. 

A silver lining between their tongues connected them when Zeal leaned back, but before the remaining saliva accumulated could fall off, he positioned his mouth just above his hole, letting the water drip on it acting as a lube. 

“A-Ah… F-Fuck, that’s hot…” He felt his body heating up as he let out a shaky breath. It’s hard not to when you have someone like Zeal above you. 

Zeal laughed, “Unbutton your shirt for me will you, baby?” 

He obeyed, slightly chuckling at his shaky hands when he struggled to unbutton them. His lips immediately targeted towards the part just above his cock, kissing, licking, touching his skin with slow and steady motion — like he’s taking his time devouring his sweet, delicious meal. He inserted two of his fingers into his butthole, pushing in the saliva from before deep. He didn’t rush it, moving in little by little until he suddenly thrusts in hard, making Seible roll his head back at the pleasure. His lips didn’t stay in one place for long either, he moved upwards, meeting his belly button, repeating the same motion as before and again. 

“You wanted this, didn’t you?” He says, letting out his hot breaths onto his nipples. “Always provoking me, you wanted me to fuck you like this huh?”

  A thrust. 

“Nngh—!” He raised his hands to his mouth, covering his moans. “Hah— Don’t you, Zeal?” 

Another thrust. 

“Ah—!”

“I don’t. I have dignity, unlike you” He nibs on his nipple, hard enough to tease but not hard enough to hurt. 

“D-Dignity?” He laughed, or maybe moaned, Zeal couldn’t tell. “C-Clearly you don’t h-have it now” 

His gaze darkened. Taking out his fingers in one swift motion, his saliva mixed with the wetness of his insides stained his fingers as it did. He ignored the whimper noises coming from him, using his clean hand, he softly glided his head to lean onto the table. Seible was about to open his mouth till his hand found its way to his throat, choking him. 

“Such a foul mouth. It seems like you really should be taught a lesson” 

He rubs his bulge with his hole, lips curving upwards when Seible’s hips grinded with him, legs hugging him even tighter. He couldn’t speak, not when Zeal’s hand is gripping him like that. A grip that’s enough to choke yet not enough to suffocate him. He unzips his pants, letting his pants fall to the marble floor while he continues rubbing his entrance with his dick. 

Seible moaned, both hands grabbing onto that same hand that’s choking him, not to pry it off but wanting Zeal to choke him harder. The taller male  gave no warning when he suddenly slammed into him. Smirking as he watched Seible arching his back, eyes rolled to the back, moaning and groaning out loud as his hips never stopped moving, slapping his cock deep into his ass, constantly hitting just the right spot that made him lost with pleasure. He released his grip for Seible to catch a breath yet he never stopped grinding deep into him, each time he did, Seible’s fingernails dug in his skin that’s sure to leave a mark later. 

A knock on the door startled the two of them, “Seible-san? Are you in there? We have a situation with one of the VIPs” 

Seible opened his mouth to reply only to be stifled with another loud moan when Zeal hit the exact spot. “Eyes on me baby, you’re getting distracted” He lifted one of his legs and placed it onto his shoulder, allowing him to bury him even deeper than it should. “Don’t you look away from me now”

“Mmph—! Hah—! Z-Zeal-!” 

He couldn’t stop the words coming out from his mouth. He could feel each fast and hard thrust within his walls, creating friction with how tight he’s clenching onto his cock that his insides hurt. But he doesn’t want to stop, both the pain and pleasure. The sounds of their skin slapping together was covered by whatever music or screams outside, meaning no matter how loud Seible moans, only the two of them would know. 

“Fuck, how are you still so tight” He spreads his butt cheeks, widening his tight and wet hole. “You want me to finish you off don’t you? Let everyone know I fucked you stupid in here?” He lifts his butt higher, fucking him even deeper than he thought it could. 

Seible only moaned in response, his head barely registering what Zeal said. His own already leaking cock rested above his stomach, like it’s performing its own show for the bartender to watch. His grip tightens on Seible’s waist as he gives one final hard thrust, groaning as he fills him up within — hot and possessive. Both of them were breathing shakily, Seible laying limply on the countertop as he struggled to gasp for air. It felt like everything was spinning around him, he felt lightheaded. 

“Still alive there?” Zeal chuckled, no teasing in his tone, just purely curious. He brushed his bangs to the side that were sticking to his forehead like glue, his eyes staring up at the mafia — satisfied. 

Zeal took a paper towel and began wiping them. The cum on Seible’s stomach, a few that managed to drip onto the floor and table before himself. Once everything was cleaned, he carried Seible to the couch, laying him down on top of the pillows. He watched how white began flowing out of Seible only to be stuffed back in by the man himself with his finger before it could force itself out. 

“Are you trying to turn me on again?” 

Seible chuckles, “Maybe” 

He laughs, giving one finally deep kiss for Seible as a reward. “I should get back to my position. Do you need my help getting on your feet?” 

Seible lays back down, his hand waving lazily at Zeal. “It’s fine… I need a minute to myself” 

Zeal laughed, but he didn’t comment on it. He grabs the wine that was almost abandoned on the table before he left the room, of course not forgetting to close the door behind him. When he went back to the bar, Freo was there, waiting for him.

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(Smut ends here)

“Done already?” Freo says, one hand lazily props on the table as his head laid on his fist. “It better not be a mess in there” 

“Of course not”

 Zeal unplugs the wine, red liquid poured out onto a glass cup before sliding it to the male. Freo’s hand simply twirled the cup under his long and slim fingers, watching how the wine swirls along with it, observing how each fizz disappears when it reaches the top. Elegantly sipping the wine and sliding it down his throat with a soft gulp, it was fascinating to watch. 

“You’re staring” 

Purple-red eyes met vibrant purple, he didn’t shy away when Freo stared back at him. He wondered, will he answer his question, or will he dodge it like he expects him to. “… You’re okay with this?” 

“With you fucking my boyfriend?” He questions with a monologue voice.

“Not particularly, no” Zeal laughs, “With me joining the two of you, I meant” 

He idly picks up one of the washed cups, wiping it down with a clean towel. “My family background isn’t exactly subtle. You trust me to not suddenly betray you one day? My hands aren’t exactly clean” 

Freo hums, eyes still looking down at the wine instead of him. “You won’t” 

He puffs, short and straightforward answer, that’s Freodore for you. 

“You think any of our hands are clean here? You have nowhere to go, Zeal” 

Those words in particular stung him, although it’s the truth, doesn’t mean he can act like whatever the fuck his family did is fine. He sighs, “ Harsh ” 

“And it’s exactly why I know you won’t betray us” He looks up at the bartender, “Your place is here” 

You belong to us now

He stares at the shorter male, there were no emotions behind those expressions — at least nothing that he could read into — but something in his mind told him that Freo wasn’t lying. No tricks, no lies, everything he said meant exactly that. Trust isn’t something he could give out easily, but maybe… 

He places the cup aside and bent forward to Freo across the bar with a smug face, gently tilting his chin upward towards him. “Didn’t know you could be quite romantic too” He leaned near to his face, nose brushing each other. Zeal only dared to move closer when Freo made no movements to back away, lips touching his as they kissed. No tongue, no heat, just a pure and simple kiss. In the middle of the kiss though, he made a small hiss sound when he felt teeth biting his lower lip, hard enough to bleed. 

They pulled away, Freo’s expression not changing. Zeal merely chuckles as he licks the blood spreading across his lip, even wiping a few of them in the corner. He only laughed more when Freo sighs into his hand. 

“I thought I found someone normal . You’re just as worse as Seible”

“Hey- I’m plenty normal, mind you” 

“ Cochino ” He ignores him, opting to return to drinking his wine. 

He looks at him fondly, he never once had looked at his family like that before. 

Well, maybe… he could gamble his trust on them. 

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Zeal opened the door to the mansion quietly, given the time now everyone should still be asleep in their respective rooms. As for their little guest, he can’t say for sure. He didn’t seem like he slept at all with how his eyebags were getting worse as the week passes. He headed upstairs, gently knocking on the door to his room in case he’s still awake. Even as a Mafia he still has manners, unlike a certain brunette who only knows how to kick down a door instead of using the handle. He waited, listening patiently for any sounds at all. When there’s no reply coming from the other side, he quietly twists the handle while whispering ‘I’m coming in’. 

The room was dark, with barely any moonlight shining through the curtains. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he noticed how the bed was empty with no traces of him using the furniture, as always. The thought of the boy escaping didn’t cross his mind, after all a person like him is, to put it nicely, too good — too coward — for a bold act such as this. He stood there for a good minute, walking past the bed and as expected, he saw the boy. His slim figure all curled up in the corner of the room, legs close to his chest while his arms hugging it tight, his head dipping low till his forehead touched his knees, body rising and falling in a slow and peaceful motion, clearly asleep. He didn’t even bother wearing the sleepwear he gave him, it would at least provide some warmth with how he’s trembling from the cold. 

He sighs, carefully picking him up princess style while trying not to wake him up as he places him in bed. Softly patting his head when he stiffens at the sudden movement till he fully relaxes onto the soft mattress. Zeal stares at his face, his cheeks stained with dried up tears, he wonders how long he had been crying in his room. Even so, he couldn’t help but admire how adorable he is, especially when one side of his cheeks are squished into the pillows like a chewy mochi. It is one of the reasons why he caught Zeal’s attention at the bar that day, his beauty is noticeable even within the crowds. But he would be lying if he said he’s the prettiest man he’s seen, no, he’d definitely seen plenty or even prettier men than him, he’s not that special than any other patrons. 

One thing he is different though, is his personality. Others came in for a reason, whether it’s for their own selfishness or desires, it varies. Borrowing money, one-night stands, revenge — he’s heard it all, whatever they request the livehouse will offer you their service in exchange of money, of course. But Kaelix? He came in by mistake, he came into the livehouse pure . He’s like a soul with no purpose, making him the perfect victim to mold and shape to whatever others wished, and that’s exactly why he’s a perfect doll. He knew Freo and Seible also saw this in him, hence how he ended up in their mansion. But Freo never touched him, he didn’t do anything with their new pawn , keeping him within their mansion like a pet. Zeal had a hunch why, still it remains a mystery to him, it’s not like he could ask either. 

Well, he’s no saint. It would be a shame if he were to let go of such an innocent boy, even if he did, someone else was bound to find him. The idea of owning such a pure soul is like a reward, he truly wondered how long will it take for those pale white hands to be tainted with red. Yet, whenever his eyes met those teal-blue eyes, those thoughts disappeared from his mind. He looks so innocent, he would always tell himself, but also lonely . 

That's right… he’s alone too, isn’t he? 

‘I want to go home…’ His words rang in his mind again. Home ? Do you even have one? Was what he wanted to ask of him. They did their research — or rather, Freo did — an orphan abandoned by his own family and left to fend for himself in the rain till he was found.. It felt like he was looking at a reflection of himself when he was younger. Before meeting Freo and Seible, he had no one to rely on, there was no one he could trust his back to without being stabbed. Kaelix however, unlike him, isn’t born in a family where betrayal and sabotaging each other is a thing. He didn’t need to be so wary of everything, his hands weren't tainted the moment he was born, perhaps it’s how he managed to maintain such childlike thinking his entire life. He couldn’t help but want to protect it… He had the innocence that Zeal could never have, it felt wrong to take it away from him. He’s not so cruel that he enjoys watching others suffer like Seible, he still has some morale mind you. 

He smiled when Kaelix unconsciously leaned into his touch, it’s like a small puppy seeking affection from its owner. He can’t guarantee it, but he’ll not lay a hand on him for now, nor will he allow others to. He sighs, giving one last look at his sleeping face. 

He’ll do what he can.

So how long will it take for your hands to be tainted now?

Chapter Text

“Why is everyone standing around here?”

“Klara-san, h-he’s been outside for hours now” One of the maids pointed outside the balcony. “He won’t suddenly jump, right?” 

Klara turns towards where she pointed, Kaelix is indeed standing outside the balcony, head laying on the railing while looking out into the sky. Like a bird wishing to be free from its cage. She patted the maids back, “Alright everyone, staring is quite rude especially to our guest. Return to your chores, I’ll take care of it” 

She gently opens the sliding door, making sure to create some soft noises to announce her arrival, she didn’t want to scare the poor boy. He didn't react nor did he look back at her, only continuing to stare outside the view. 

“Are you alright there?” 

“…Do I look alright?” 

“I guess not then” She smiles, at least he’s responding to her despite the monotone voice. “Come inside, you’ll get a sunburn if you keep standing there” 

“… It can burn me to death or whatever” 

Klara chuckled softly, “It could. But then it would be hard for me to explain to those three” 

“…”

“Say, do you like sweets?” 

She knew she won the moment Kaelix turned to face her. She slowly walked closer to him, reaching for his wrist — one that’s bandaged-free — and when he made no signs of discomfort, she guided him back into the house away from the sunlight. She took him to the kitchen in another room, it reminded Kaelix of the big and grand kitchen he used to see in TV shows, but besides the elegance and fancy decorations, he felt a sense of peace within. There was a calming atmosphere around the area and a nice buttery aroma flowing that made his brain relax. The maid brought over some plates filled with cookies of different kinds, ranging from white chocolate chip cookies to dark chip cookies to plain butter ones. 

“You like cookies?” She looks at him.

“… I-I guess- Mmph?!” Klara stuffed a butter cookie into his mouth, smiling as he chewed slowly and hesitantly. It only widened when he said it tastes good. 

“Feel free to take as much as you’d like”

“I-It’s okay… I’m good..” 

Klara looked at him again, eyebrows slightly furrowed with a frown, like she’s pitying him. He pretended he didn’t see it. He doesn’t need sympathy from someone that lives under the same roof with them — maybe he does but not from someone like them. He wanted to leave but the maid suddenly pushed an icing bag towards where he was standing. 

“Why don’t you help me with the icing? I could use an assistant” 

Kaelix started to get annoyed, maybe it’s because he’s tired or maybe he just doesn’t want to be bothered. But he couldn’t say no, not when she’s smiling so genuinely at him. Besides, he’s a gentleman, what gentleman would say no to someone in need right? He let out an exhausted breath at that. 

“Okay… what do you want it to look like?” 

“Mmmmm..” She puts a finger near her lips, “Anything’s fine. Get creative!” before she went to the other side of the kitchen, leaving him with at least three plates of undecorated cookies. 

It’s not like he’s a creative person in the first place, so he let his hands do whatever it wanted. There were a lot of icings he could use, ranging from pastel colors to bright ones and she even prepared sprinkles for him to use. For a moment he didn’t move, mind blank while he stared at all the cookies. His hand moved on its own without him thinking anything, first grabbing a pastel blue icing and spreading it around on one of the cookies before he took the white bag. Creating circles that reminds him of how he used to draw as a kid — very weird looking circles — but hey, Klara did say he could do whatever he likes. After bagging out another circle with the yellow frosting, he added the finishing touches with a black one. He took a step back, he frowned a bit. The drawing looked weird, it’s all wobbly and the icing is out of place — even a kindergartener could do better than that. 

It would be hella embarrassing if I showed this to anyone. 

“Mrreow?”

“Wah!”

He yelled which in turn scared the creature that was beside him on the table.…A cat? The poor kitty had its back arched that looked like a mountain, its tail held high into the air as the two white-haired stared at each other. It took Kaelix a minute or two to realize he accidentally frightened it. Besides, since when is there a cat here..? Not far away, Klara couldn’t contain her giggles as she went his way. 

“Are you alright?” She tried but failed to stop giggling at the two. It’s like the two of them are looking at their own reflection with how similar their reactions are. She softly took out her hand and placed it in front of the kitty, watching how it slowly disarmed itself to sniff her hand. It didn’t take long for it to cuddle into Klara’s hand when it realized they’re not dangerous. “There we go, good girl”

“S-sorry, I was shocked” 

“Don’t worry about it” Her hand didn’t stop patting the kitty’s head, “She knows you’re not doing any harm to her” 

She looks back at him, “Do you want to try?”

“Try?”

“Pat her. Get to know her a bit?” 

She stood to the side, allowing him access to the cat. His eyes fixed onto the snow-white like cat, observing how it sat down on the table head tilted at him. He mimicked Klara, hand laid out in front of her. He could feel his hand trembling as it looked, sniffed before rubbing her head under his palm. Her soft fur super nice to the touch.

“She quite likes you it seems” Klara smiled, “She doesn’t scratch so you don’t need to worry” 

“… Right” His hand moved from its head to its back. She laid down on the table, her four paws folded under her body while she closed her eyes with a purr, clearly enjoying it. “What’s her name?” 

“Her name is Min, but we all call her Princessa” A giggle came out of her mouth again, “She’s Freo’s little princess after all” 

His bandaged hands immediately retreated at the mention of his name. “I-is that so…” 

Klara didn’t seem to notice his strange behaviour, “Mhm, she also likes that name so we just called her that instead. Anyways, how’s the decorating going?” 

“Ah uh—”

“Oh it looks so cute!” She carefully picks up the cookie, observing the design from every angle. She puts it under the light, also allowing Min to observe the cookie. “Is this a monkey?” 

He nods, eyes focused on his toes. It felt like a kindergarten teacher praising kids for their hard work. “Sorry, I’m not that good at drawing…” 

“No no, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s adorable~ I never seen a monkey like this before” 

Perhaps noticing his distress, Min leapt down from the table before walking towards his legs, curling around rubbing her head against his skin. Event laying down on top of his feet before meowing up at him. His mouth smiled a little, is she trying to comfort me? Well whatever it is, it did work. Good for her. 

“It’s just a mimic of a plushy that I owned…” 

“I’m sure your plushy is just as cute then” She giggles, “Do you want to continue the rest? You can stop if you’re tired” 

“Ah…” He ponders. He didn’t want to be alone right now, besides her company — and the cat he supposed — is comforting to him. At least he knows he’s safe here, plus he won’t have much time to overthink anything if he’s busy. “I guess I could continue” 

So he did. He decorated more cookies with the silly monkey picture in his head, he also drew sunflowers and at some point drew Min onto the cookie. All while Min and Klara are beside him watching or aiding him in the process. It was peaceful — the most peaceful he had ever been since he stepped foot into this mansion — before he knew it, it was already near evening. Klara had told him before that if he felt tired or stressed he could return to his room no problem, but he stayed. He wondered why… Maybe he felt comfortable being around the maid and kitty, maybe he just doesn’t want to be alone. Either way, he felt better. Both of them didn’t seem to mind his presence either with the way Min keeps rubbing her head on him. 

“Do you want to eat some of them? I’ll give the rest out to the other maids later on” 

“Oh… uhm… I guess I’ll have o—” 

“Klara-senpai~ Tadaima~” Seible suddenly announced with Zeal following behind, making Kaelix step backwards by instinct, trying to create as much distance as he could. He hid behind Klara, looking at his feet, at the cookies on the table and even at Min — anywhere but them. 

“Welcome back Seible, Zeal. No work at the livehouse today?” 

“Nope~ Those workers can take care of the livehouse for a day~ Besides Furi-chan gave us an extra task~” He giggled, patting on Min who went towards them seeking attention. Touching the adorable creature with gentle touches that didn’t seem to suit their roles at all, he wondered how gentle they truly are when it comes to bloodshed. “Did K-chan finally decide to come out of his room today~?”

The question was for Klara but he knows it’s also targeted towards him, he pretended he didn’t hear anything. He didn’t want to talk to them. It feels suffocating to even be around them. He gave a quick thank you to Klara for the cookies and company, wanting to escape from this awkward position he’s in as fast as he could. Though before he could even walk past the door, a hand stopped him in his tracks.

“Awww going back alreadyyy?” Seible whined, “But I want to spend time with you K-chan~”

I don’t…

Zeal pulled the brunette boy backwards by the shoulders, clearing the path for him. “Let Kaelix be, Seible. Also, we’re going somewhere tomorrow so don’t sleep in too late” 

Kaelix looks at him with a cautious yet confused expression, even when his mouth is shut Zeal could tell he’s asking where and why. He chuckled at the adorable face. 

“We’re going shopping for you. I forgot you don’t have much clothes so we might as well, right?”

His eyes widened up a bit. The thought of going outside – for real this time, not in the middle of nowhere like before – excites him, at the same time, he doesn’t want to go, not with them.  “… I’m good” He turned around as he said, ready to go when he felt a grip on his wrist. 

“Aw~ Come on K-chan~ Don’t you wanna hang out with us~?” 

He opened his mouth but when he saw the expression on Seible’s face, he shut up. He’s smiling, yes, but the glare he’s giving Kaelix made him shiver, the tight grip felt like it might give him another bruise on his hand. Suddenly he felt like he couldn’t breathe under his gaze. 

“O…okay” He said out of reflex. 

“Yatta~!” 

“In that case, why don’t I come along too?” 

“Nyan? Klara-senpai too?” Seible didn’t notice how Kaelix was practically shivering under his touch — maybe he did, but chose to ignore it. Lucky for him, Klara did. 

“Can I? You wouldn’t reject your senpai, would you?” 

“Hehhh~” He let go of Kaelix, allowing him to smooth his wrist from where he was tightly grabbing. “Of course not~ The more the merrier right~?” He walked past Kaelix, not forgetting to pat his shoulder, smiling up at him. “We’ll wait for you in the car then~” before skipping away to the exit. 

Kaelix didn’t move, standing there frozen while trying to breathe properly. He should’ve just ran to his room instead, but Seible can catch up to him easily. His hand unconsciously clutched his shirt on his chest, his other hand still trying to smooth out the grip. 

“You okay?” He looked up, Klara stood there smiling at him — a smile that’s more friendlier than Seible. “Don’t worry, Seible doesn’t mean any harm. Why don’t you change first? I’ll wait for you down here” 

“…Okay..” 

Not much happened after that really, he did as he was told. Got changed and hopped into their car, he was lucky enough to be sitting next to Klara instead of any of them, but still being under the same space gave him anxiety. Kaelix didn’t talk much during the ten minute trip, also tuning out any noises of the others in the car till they arrived. 

“Actually, why don’t I go with Kaelix” Klara smiled at the two boys, “I can help with picking out the clothes he needs” 

“We can all go together, no?” Zeal asks.

“I’m sure you two lovebirds would want some alone time together. Call me if you need us~” She links her arm with Kaelix, dragging him to a store nearby, not even giving them a chance to deny her. As for Kaelix, he didn’t get much say in it either but it’s better than going with them he supposed. He was going to thank her but got awkward when she’s staring at him. 

“Do you want to walk alone?” 

“…I can?” 

“As long as you don’t run off,” she explains. Of course she would say that. 

“Ah… it’s fine. I do need to shop for clothes… you said you were going to help me?” He spoke softly, just enough for Klara to hear it. Till now, she hasn't done anything but shown him kindness, he could trust her… probably. 

Her eyes widened slightly — surprised, “Of course~! I know just the place” 

The mall itself looks grand, like a place where only the wealthy can afford to shop here. For a commoner like him who needs to rely on scholarships and others to continue his studies, it’s rare for him to be in a mall in general, let alone one that looks like even the floor is made of high quality. Who’s to say he won’t accidentally break something and suddenly needs to pay a huge fine, he’d rather die than to add more to his plate. He allowed Klara to drag him to any store she finds interesting — mainly clothing stores for Kaelix — letting her pick out his outfit and urging him to try it. The outfits they sell are surprisingly comfortable and stylish, ones that look exactly out of a fashion magazine he’d usually see. It looks gorgeous. It also looks expensive though…

“So? Do you like it?” Klara went up to him when he pushed the curtains aside, taking out the clothes with him. “Do you have any other ones you’d like? There’s a lot of outfits here” 

“…Yeah, but… how much is this?” He wasn’t even sure if the money in his bank is enough to afford one shirt. “There isn’t a price tag on them”

“Don’t worry about the price, it’s not that expensive” 

Did he believe her? Yes. Was she telling the truth? Absolutely not. He nearly fainted when he saw the price on the machine. It was ten times more expensive than his university fees?! Klara just took out a card and beeped it like it was nothing! 

“Do you want to buy more? I think your closet could fit it all in” Klara asks, oblivious to how Kaelix's soul is dying from the expenses. It felt like he’s carrying gold in his hands. 

“I-I think it’s enough…” He doesn’t even want to know whose money he’s using since there’s no way his own money is able to afford all that!

“Are you sure? We can—”

“Ah, Klara?” 

The two turned to the sound, “Sir Wilson!” 

“Fancy seeing you here” A boy with blonde hair that’s shorter than him came into his view, he’s holding a few paper bags like he just came down here from shopping. His outfit is just a simple hoodie with jeans while his headphone sat nicely around his neck, very casual but stylish enough for him. 

“Are you grocery shopping for them again?” Klara laughs.

“Nah, just buying some stuff for Rai and the others” The boy shrugs before turning to Kaelix’s direction. “Who’s this?” 

“Oh, let me introduce you” She walks beside Kaelix, “This is Kaelix, a new guest from our mansion. Kaelix, this is Sir Wilson, he’s my senpai.”

Wilson waves his hand in front of him, “Just Wilson is fine, adding ‘Sir’ feels too weird” 

“A-ah… Hello…” He mumbles.

There was a moment of silence — a relatively awkward one might he add before Klara clears her throat. “Great timing actually, I was about to buy some groceries, do you mind looking after Kaelix for me?” 

“Look after him? He’s old enough to look after himself” 

“It’s his first time here, I don’t want him to be lost”

Kaelix mentally scoffs, more like he’s there to make sure I don’t run away, which is a valid enough reason to ask someone he just met to look after him. After a few minutes of pushing him back and forth, he’s now standing awkwardly with the blonde beside him. He doesn’t question nor care the way he’s looking at him, only follows him like an obedient puppy. He browsed at the items on the shelves with Wilson who’s not that far away from him, neither of them talked nor made eye contact, and he wants to keep it that way. 

“Hey”

God dang it

“Can I ask for your full name?” He asked in a straightforward tone.

His fingers went to fiddle with the hem of his shirt, “Uhm, Kaelix Deboneir… I think” 

“You… think?” 

“That’s what the workers in the orphanage told me before… I’m not sure if it’s my real family name or made up…” He wouldn’t be surprised if it’s a fake name. Usually people from the orphanage won’t have a last name till someone adopts them, but for Kaelix he was told that’s his name according to the kind workers there. Maybe it’s true, or maybe it’s a way to cheer him up when no one wanted to adopt him due to his albino-like hair color, he never saw the so-called ‘letter’ they were talking about too. Either way, he used to be sad about it but now he doesn’t know anymore.

“I see… It’s a nice name” 

He perks up at him, “Ah, thanks… I appreciate it” 

He hears the shorter male sigh, “Anyways… you don’t need to keep following me like that. Klara told me to look after you but I’m not caging you, just walk around on your own. Don’t wander too off though, my short legs can only run so far” He waves at him, telling him to go before disappearing behind one of the tall shelves.  

It’s not like he knows the place enough not to wander off, so he stayed in the store walking around the place since it’s also quite massive. The items they have to offer varies, from beauty products to gadgets to stationaries to… toys? He stopped in his tracks and there it is, a sign above that clearly states ‘Toys’ for customers to see. Is he too old for toys? Obviously, he’s a uni student now. But did that stop him from going in? No. In fact, it made his mood a bit better as he wandered around a bunch of cute toys for both girls and boys alike. Like the clothing stores, there were no price tags around the items. Do rich people just don’t look at the price before they purchase?

When he walked past the plushy section, he froze at a particular toy — more specifically a yellow-white monkey plush. He picked it up, observing it. It looks exactly the one I owned, except it’s bigger and more firm than the one he owned, which to be fair he’s been holding onto it for more than fifteen years. He gave it a squeeze on its massive face, laughing at how the face became sillier when he did, the grin on his face only widened when he pulled it slightly — kinda like pulling a mochi. 

“Why are you destroying this funny looking monkey” 

“Wah?! D-Don’t scare me like that— How are you walking with no sounds?!” 

“My bad man,” He deadpanned, his gaze moved to the plush in his hands, “You like monkeys?” 

“Oh, yeah I guess you could say that…” He gently placed the plush back in its place, even making sure it’s sitting down nicely. “I only used to like it because it looks funny with the smile it has. But now, I quite admire the freedom they have I guess…” 

“Is that so?” He looks at the plush, then at Kaelix. “Do you want it?” 

“Eh? What? I… I guess I do but I don’t have the money for it” 

Wilson hums, walking towards him and shoves all the bags in his hands to Kaelix, which only adds on more weight onto his already skinny arms. He only left a ‘Wait for me outside’ before running off somewhere, leaving him a bit clueless. But as always, he obeyed because what else could he do? Watching his feet and kicking the air like a child waiting for their parents to finish their adult-stuffs. When he looked around, he saw Seible and Zeal in one of the shops opposite of where he stood, the spotless glass window allowed him to spot them effortlessly. The two were in what seemed to be a jewellery shop, looking at all sorts of shiny trinkets through the glass shelves. 

That wasn’t why Kaelix kept on staring at them though, what kept his eyes on them was the hand around his waist, pulling his body so close they’re practically glued to each other. A hint of jealousy sparked inside his chest, they looked like another pair of normal couples shopping on a regular Wednesday evening. He wondered if his used-to-be-boyfriend had ever been treated that way before. He wondered if he had ever looked at him like he was his world when he wasn’t looking before. Heck, he wondered, even if it’s only a little, if he had ever truly loved him. 

People say he’s too naive, he agrees, but he’s not dumb. Kaelix could tell he asked him out not because he loved him. He didn’t know it back then — about his bad intentions — he still doesn’t know it now but even with the abuse and ignorance he went through with him, Kaelix never stopped loving him. He thought maybe if he continued to love him, one day he’ll return the love back. The romance shows he would watch back in the orphanage always interested him, the male lead would always shower the female lead with affection, looking at her with heart-shaped eyes. It’s cringe, yes, but he yearns for a relationship such as that. He just wanted to be seen, to be loved. 

Kaelix forcefully turned his head the other way, it felt like he’s stalking them. At this point, he should probably give up—

“What got your head in the clouds?” 

“Ah—” He turned to see Wilson already standing beside him, “Nothing…wait—” He lowered his gaze slightly, the same plush he was looking at suddenly was in Wilson’s arms.

“Here” He shoved the plush to Kaelix, taking the bags from his hand in the meantime.

“Eh- Wait wait wait! Why did you buy this?!”

“You said you wanted it” 

“Yeah I did but— I—” He stuttered. It felt weird. Why did he buy it for him?! He barely knew the blonde. “I- I can’t take this”

“Just take it. I can’t refund it anyways” The blonde watches the taller boy sulking into the head of the monkey before he lets out a sigh. “…Take it as a gift from me, for our first meeting I guess” 

That seemed to calm Kaelix down as his gaze slowly softened, his arms hugging the plush closer to his chest. “Thank you…” A soft mumble. Wilson stared at his face, not because of him saying anything weird, but because of the small and barely noticeable smile on his face. He didn’t reply, he didn’t need to. The two of them spent the remaining time just walking around the shops, the male occasionally treating Kaelix to a few treats here and there till Klara messaged them saying she’s done. 

They all bid their goodbyes before parting ways, Kaelix dashed to his room immediately bringing the bags and plush when he saw Freo was also present — playing with Min. He was grateful he didn’t bat an eye at him. He hugged the plushie, it isn’t as soft as he would have liked but he’s happy nonetheless. He held it up high into the air as he laid in bed, watching the smiley face of the monkey looking at him. It feels weird. He never felt this kind of warmth from when his ex gave him gifts, he’s happy when he received them but he was also awkward receiving them. Like the gifts were only there to entertain Kaelix, never giving them with the thought of him in mind. So when he heard Wilson saying he bought it for him because he wanted it, he felt happy — really happy. He hid his face into the plush, he meant to just cuddle with the monkey for a little bit yet he ended up falling into slumber with it. 

Klara gently giggled at the door with the sight of a grown man cuddling with a toy, she slowly closed the door before heading downstairs where the trio sat in the living room. 

“Did K-chan fall asleep already~?” 

“He did. He looked tired”

“On the bed this time I hope?” Zeal asks.

“Yes” Klara giggles.

“Klara-senpai,” Freo looks up from Min to see Klara already handing him his credit card back. “Ah, thank you” 

“I only ended up using a quarter of the original amount you gave for his expenses. He said he didn’t need that much clothing” 

“How persistent. Not using any even if it’s given to him freely” He gently rubbed Min’s head, making the kitty purr in delight. “And the plush he was holding?”

“Sir Wilson gave it to him as a gift I heard” 

His hand stopped, “Wilson-senpai was there?” 

“He was” 

“Something wrong Freo?”

He didn’t look at Zeal when he answered, maybe a bit too fast. “Nothing” 

Zeal raised his eyebrows at him, but he didn’t question it any further. “Okay then…” 

Freo continued to rub Min’s belly when she laid on his lap, yet his mind drifted elsewhere. When Freo saw him the first time, he had a feeling the boy isn’t as normal as he may seem, when he did his research it only proved to him that Kaelix is indeed, not normal. He didn’t plan to share the info he gathered, not yet. But now that Wilson has met him, with his experience, he definitely should know by now. He sighs, well there’s no use bothering about it now, what he does to the information is up to them. As long as they don’t interfere, he won’t as well. 

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“I’m back” Wilson announces at the door, plopping the bags on his arm on the floor tiredly. 

“Welcome home dear. You were longer than usual” Zali chuckled when Wilson came towards him, eyes practically begging for a ‘welcome home kiss’. So he gave what he wanted, also giving an extra kiss on the forehead. 

“Mhm… Met Klara in the mall. She was there with a new face” 

“Oh?” Vanta’s voice rang on the couch in the living room, “Is it the new boy Freo told us about?” 

Wilson shrugs, “Probably…” Head gently bumped onto Zali’s chest, which the male chuckled but his hand sneaked up around his waist and pulled him closer for the blonde to snuggle his head into his neck.

“Something wrong Willy?” 

“That boy…” 

“That boy?” 

Wilson opened and closed his mouth several times, trying to form the words to talk to them but he just can’t make a full sentence. “Debonair, his name” was what he threw out in the end, short and simple. Yet, the two ex-mafia raised their eyebrows at those words. 

“Debonair? The Debonair?” Vanta stood up quietly, walking towards the kitchen counter. 

Wilson nodded into Zali’s neck, “Could be… I can’t say for sure though” 

“Should I just ask Freo then?” Vanta suggests, already taking out his phone ready to send a message to him.

Zali’s other free hand came up and lowered his phone back down, “If Freo hadn’t told us, then maybe he doesn’t want us to know. You know how he is” 

Having been raising that boy since young, even though his personality is not the same as it once was before, his habit remains. He doesn’t like it when people pry things that he doesn’t want to say, he hates it especially when others try to ask about his family. The last time Vanta did it, a knife would’ve blinded his eye if not for his fast reflexes. However Vanta didn’t mind it, “Is that how you show gratitude to your savior?” He even jokes, but no one raises the question about it ever again. 

“But what about the boy?” 

Zali hums, the hand that was around Wilson’s waist went up to his fluffy hair, gently stroking it, the other went to tangle his fingers into Vanta’s hand. “I trust Freo knows what he’s doing. Seeing how he’s keeping him ‘captivated’ in the mansion, he should be fine” He chuckles again when Wilson snuggles closer and Vanta gently stroking his hand, “It’s not like we can interfere anyways. We all trust Freo right? He’s an adult now”

“I guess… I don’t trust Seible though” 

“Damn Wilson, he’ll definitely pout at that” Vanta teases, “Zeal will keep him in check for sure though” 

“Let’s not worry too much about it, hm? Alright Wilson go take a shower, dinner will be done by then” 

“Lazy… Can’t I eat first?”

“No”

“Oh come on! I used to always eat with blood on my hands?! What’s the difference??” He pouts, it reminds them of a hamster stuffing its face in food. 

Zali’s long fingers lightly hits his forehead, “Go take a shower, I won’t repeat myself” 

“Fine…”

“I can shower with you if you want Wi—”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP VANTA!” He runs to the bathroom — face red — before slamming the door in Vanta’s laughing face. 

“You’re gonna kill him one day dear” Zali sighs — fondly. 

“Good, cause only I can kill him~” 

“Schizoid”

“Takes one to know one~” 

Vanta stood up again before stretching, opting to return to their shared room for a nap before dinner, which Zali said he would wake him up by then. So now Zali stood in front of the sink, cleaning up any dirty dishes he was using to make their meal. Yet his mind drifted elsewhere. 

“Debonair… Didn’t think they’d let one run loose, and for so long too…” He squints his eyes just a tiny bit, barely noticeable. He can’t do anything about Kaelix’s safety, but he trusts Freo enough to know that he’s not in the wrong hands — at least not in the worst ones. 

Then again, who’s to say things won’t go South when you’re a part of the Mafia. 

Chapter Text

“Please… help us…” 

The woman widened her eyes at the two couples at her family’s doorway, the other woman’s hand clutching firmly onto the small fragile life in her arms. Unlike the parents who are obviously panicking, the little one laid quietly and calmly between the warm embrace, sound asleep. The pair looked like a total mess, clothes messy, face distressed… is that blood on the man’s face? 

“Oh my…” She covers her mouth with her hand, a small kid clung onto her dress as he peaks out with one eye, hiding half of his face behind her. 

“Help us… please, just for a little!” The man says — desperate within his tone. 

The woman remained standing at the doorway, her mind racing back and forth if he should chase them away or choose to lend a hand to the odd couple. The boy slightly tugs her dress, “Mama?” 

He watches as his mother softly bites her lips before pushing the door wider for them to enter. They bowed their heads profusely, whispering ‘thank yous’ to them as they hurried into the house. The boy didn’t stop clinging to his mother’s side, even trying to stop her from going near them. After all, in the eyes of a child, two — or three? — weird looking strangers suddenly coming into their house, who wouldn’t be cautious? 

He felt a small pat on his head, “Say hello to them” 

“H-hello…” 

The other woman smiled softly, carefully adjusting the hold on the baby before kneeling to the boy’s level, “Hello there, thank you and your mom for letting us in” 

“You’re welcome…” He clung to his mothers dress even tighter, yet his head pops out to look at the tiny creature in her arms. The woman perhaps noticed it, which is why he stopped hiding the baby into her embrace and slowly revealed its peaceful sleeping face to them. 

“My baby says hello and thank you to you too” She chuckles. 

The boy didn’t move, only standing still behind her mom as he observed the tiny thing being wrapped around in a blanket, chest rising and deflating as it slept. If it weren’t for the parents' distressed looks, he would’ve thought it’s just another family outing like how his parents would take him outside while carrying him. The baby looked clean, a huge contrast to his parents who looked like a mess. The parents must’ve really taken good care of their child. 

“He’s beautiful. What’s his name?” He hears his mother ask. 

The woman looks up at her with a smile, like a mother happy to show her baby off to anyone. “His name is —

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“Hide in here okay? Don’t come out alright?” 

Her shaking hands cup his face, despite the braveness in her tone, her trembling state has long betrayed her. The boy can only stare at her — too shocked to react, too young to do anything. The door to his hiding spot closed shut as her mom ran to help his father. The small space and thin walls to where his hiding can hear whatever is happening outside loud and clear. The sound of gunshots, the sound of screaming and crying of his parents, the sound of glass breaking — then the sudden silence… 

Silence..? 

Are they gone? 

Creak

“Found you” 

He whipped his head up, the business of his vision suddenly cleared and what he saw was… the ceiling… 

Hah…

There’s no one here…

Calm down…

His body laid frozen in bed, eyes still wide opened staring at the ceiling above. His breathing was heavy, mouth slightly parted as he tried to breathe properly. He laid there for a few minutes till everything finally dawned on him, he raised one of his arms to cover his eyes, allowing his brain to finally reset. 

“Fuck…” He cursed no one in particular. “Another dream…” 

When is this gonna end…

“Mreow?” Min rubbed her face against his cheeks, seemingly asking if he’s okay. 

“Hey…” He raised his hands to pat her, “Another restless night today it seems” 

“Mreow~” Min leapt off of his bed, waiting for Freo at the door. Usually during nights like these, it’s abnormal for him to go back to sleep, he’d rather stay up than to repeat those dreams over and over. So he would brew himself a cup of coffee as a distraction and Min knew this through experiences. “Mew~” 

“Okay okay, go on” He opened the door to let Min sprint down towards the living room with him slowly walking behind.

When he ascended down the steps, he noticed a figure laying on one of the two couches in the room. A fluffy blanket covered his entire body, only his white hair can be seen at the top. Min was sniffing and observing the figure like it’s a new thing. Freo didn’t pay it any mind, only walking past her as he made his way to the kitchen counter. Normally Min would accompany him but this time, she’s busy making sure whatever or whoever is on the couch is safe for her owner to be around on. Freo started his brewing process, roasting and grinding the coffee beans before mixing it with hot water. Later on, filter the coffee into a separate pot and wait for it to finish. The entire process was quiet and comforting — save for Min’s cries for his attention here and there — but overall it did eventually distract him. 

As he patiently waits, he watches how Min attempts to pull the blanket down that’s covering his face, revealing a sleeping Kaelix underneath the fabric. Min sniffed him again — she’s a cat, not a dog so why does she like to sniff so much? 

“Princessa” He whispers to her, to which she reacts and leapt towards him onto the counter. “Don’t wake him up now” He offered his hand and Min gladly rubbed it against her head, purring out loud in the process. When the coffee is finally done, he pours a cup for himself before leaving the rest of the pot in the fridge, a certain someone will microwave it in the morning anyway. Now with the fresh cup of coffee in his hands, he walked towards the dimly lit living room, sitting on one end of the same couch that the boy was sleeping on — just beside his head. Min decides to take a nap with Kaelix as she curls her body between the couch rest and his sleeping state, purring in delight. 

He sips on his coffee, enjoying the warm liquid slipping down his throat and the bitter aftertaste lingering on his tongue. It’s enjoyable for someone’s life who’s equally bitter. The peaceful quiet of the mansion ended when a faint whimper stopped him from taking another sip, looking over beside him and as expected, Kaelix was clutching the blanket closer to his chest and breathing slightly heavier for someone who’s sleeping. His eyebrows were furrowed, eyes shutting tightly as his body trembled. It wouldn’t take an idiot to know that whatever he’s dreaming about isn’t a good thing. Freo sighs, gently putting the cup down on the small table on his other side. He’s going to wake Min up at this point, a fussy cat that’s lacking sleep is something he’s not really fond of dealing with. He didn’t move – at least not yet – only watching him with his purple-red like eyes. Each second passes and not once did Kaelix show any signs of stopping, his body is still trembling, the whimpers are getting louder and even coughing lightly when he choked on his own sobs. He’s surprised that the boy hasn’t woken up at all. 

He reached his hand out to grab the blankets and adjusted it so the fabric covered his body completely. But before he could retract them, warm hands managed to grab onto his and brought it close to neck just below his face and simply laid there – cuddling with it. Freo blinked, he didn’t try to pry his hands off, only letting it lay there as Kaelix continued to cuddle with it like a child seeking attention from its parents. Why? He doesn’t know either. The mafia didn't stop staring at him, the boy’s face now calmed and breathing became more soft. From where his hand is positioned, he could faintly feel the heartbeat on his neck – the slow and gentle rhythm of his pulse pumping – the only sign that tells him he’s still here, alive. How fragile… One hard push of his nails into the pulse and the chances of him surviving is probably zero. To lower your guard around someone you barely knew, he truly is naive. Freo tested the waters, pinching his skin just hard enough to hurt but not enough to leave a bruise. Kaelix’s reaction was immediate, hands tensed up as his face scrunched. Relaxing instantly when he went to smooth it out. He scoffs, it’s interesting how he wears his emotions on his sleeves. He wonders how he was able to survive under no protection at all when his kind has been wiped out by now, maybe it’s because they didn’t realise they had let one off their grasp. 

“Even the gods are blessing you…” He mumbles — hints of resentment hiding behind his voice. 

When Kaelix’s grip eased on his hand, he slowly retracted it. The warmth from the boy’s hand soon faded along with the cool night. Freo gave one last look at him before picking his cup of coffee back up. 

…

It’s cold. 

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When Kaelix blinked his eyes open, he realised he wasn’t in his room, instead he was sleeping on the couch. His head remained laying on the leather sofa before it hit him. Right, I had a nightmare last night . Usually when he finds himself having a bad dream he would find places to sleep that’s not his bed, it helps him to sleep better. Before, he would find comfort in his - cough - ex’s room but now it’s different. He couldn’t go into the Mafia boys room, not that he wanted to in the first place, and bothering Klara in the middle of the night seems wrong. He’s not a kid, he doesn’t need to be comforted. So he wandered downstairs and immediately plopped onto one of the available sofas, and now here he is. 

He yawns, the couch is more comfortable than I thought—

“Morning K-chan~” 

“?!” He never sat up so fast in his entire life. A very much smiling Seible is sitting in front of the couch, head laying on top of the cushion with his hands underneath it, like a child that’s not high enough to reach the sofa so they opted to just put their head on top while looking cute. “S-Seible?! What are you doing—” 

“Hm?” He tilts his head to one side, his eyes looking up like he’s thinking of an answer. “Watching you sleep of course~ You look so adorable when you’re sleeping you know~” 

He doesn’t know what face he’s making but he sure as hell knows that it is definitely red from how hot he’s feeling. “W-what?!” 

Seible didn’t waste any time, immediately climbing on top of Kaelix, pushing him down onto the couch that cushioned his head while he pinned down both of his hands beside it. It’s an embarrassing position — at least for Kaelix — but Seible seems to enjoy it with how his smirk only widened. “Aah~ I love it when you’re all flustered like this K-chan~ Are you thinking of something naughty~?”

“No- I-!” 

He couldn’t move, he couldn't look anywhere except up at the brunette. How his pink-blue highlights look on his hair up close, his blue-purple pupils are hiding his mischievousness behind it and the two moles just near his left eye — It looks pretty on him… He lifted one of his hands to softly glide his fingers on the moles, not noticing the expression the male was making above him. 

Gloved hands pressed his onto Seible’s face, “Aah~ I see~ So you are thinking of something, weren’t you K-chan~?” 

His eyes snapped wider, they are still in the very much embarrassing position. His face seemed to burn up again when he pushed Seible’s face away from him. “T-timeout! Get off me!!” 

“Awww~ But you’re so adorable~! Let me look at you more!” 

How can he say such embarrassing things out loud?! And the fact he has two boyfriends already!

Thank the gods that Klara came out and didn’t hesitate to clear her throat to grab his attention. “Seible, breakfast is ready. Could you get Zeal for me?” She says, putting down two plates on the table and adjusting them accordingly.

Seible pouted, “Finee” and ran upstairs like a little kid, allowing Kaelix to finally breathe properly. 

“Kaelix” Klara called out as he turned to look at her, “Do you want to eat breakfast later or with them?” 

“…Uhm, I’ll pass—” 

~Gruuuu~

There was a second of silence, Kaelix’s face immediately heated again, from embarrassment this time. Klara only chuckled at the boy who’s trying to hide his stomach under his arms as if it could stop the sound from leaking out. She glances at him, then at the breakfast on top of the table, then at the kitchen before going back to him. 

“If you don’t mind, do you want to eat in the kitchen instead?” 

Kaelix’s face lit up. Did she notice? “Oh— O-okay then!” 

He ended up waiting in the kitchen with Min who somehow came jumping up onto the kitchen counter when Klara was calling out breakfast to the two mafias on the second floor. He played with Min while watching Klara cook a simple meal of eggs, sausages, pancakes and a side of fruit salad. It seems like a common meal but to Kaelix, it’s massive. He only really had bread and milk back then during Uni life. 

“It’s not much so feel free to tell me if you want anything else” She casually says, also putting down a bowl of milk for their little furry friend just beside Kaelix. He couldn’t help but smile when it meowed like it was thanking the maid. 

“Thank you Klara” 

She nodded, turning back to the sink to finish cleaning some dishes. No one talked in the kitchen, but unlike with them, the silence isn’t awkward or suffocating him. It’s a silence that Kaelix feels comfortable around, just listening to the sounds of dishes being put away to dry and the sound of Min occasionally meowing at him to eat his breakfast together. It felt warm. Then a sudden question pops up in his mind.

“Klara, can I ask a question..?” 

She turned around, waiting for his question. 

“Uhm… Why do they call you senpai..?” Aren’t you working for them? Was what he wanted to say after but it felt a bit too rude, so he ignored that part. 

Klara hums, “That’s true… Strange huh? I’m supposed to be serving them yet they still call me senpai” She chuckles, remembering how she first told Freo he needn’t to call her with that much respect but he insisted. Seible and Zeal only followed after the boy even though they don’t have a reason to call her ‘senpai’, it makes her laugh thinking about it. She places a finger beside her cheek, “How should I put it…” 

She thinks for a short moment, lightly clapping her hands when she finds the words she could convey. “To put it simply, you could say I’m not working directly under Freo, I’m here because of my own will. In terms of age and experience, I am more older than him, maybe that’s why” 

“Age and… experience?” Kaelix thought for a little, putting the two pieces together… “You’re… a mafia too” 

She giggles, “Yes, used to” She walks near Kaelix, picking up the now empty plate and placing it into the sink with the other dirty dishes. “I’m nothing but a humble maid now Kaelix, you don’t need to be afraid of me” 

“...I’m-” not afraid of you . The words were stuck in his throat, he couldn’t get the words out. True, she’s part of the mafia but she never did anything but showed kindness to him. She could’ve just let him rot in his room for the past weeks but she still took care of him, one way or another… Unless it’s all just for show, but it couldn’t be right? “Can I know more about you?”

She looks back at him again, this time she couldn’t hide her surprised expression but it softens not long after he said that. “I’m afraid that’s a story for another time” was all she said before Zeal came into the kitchen.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything important?” 

“Of course not. Kaelix just finished breakfast” She chuckles, “Are you looking for him?” 

Probably not— 

“Yeah” 

Kaelix wanted to hit his head on the counter for that, but he only lowered his head as his eyes moved to the very corner — avoiding him. 

“We’re taking you out for a little breather later in the evening, so you should get dress by then” Zeal gently ruffles his hair. 

“Take me out…?”

“Mhm. Me and Seible will pick you up later” 

When he left, Kaelix turned to look at Klara with hopeful eyes only for her to flash him an apologetic smile, “Sorry I can’t accompany you this time” 

And he swore he could’ve cursed out loud. 

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“… You said you’re taking me out for a breather…” 

“I did” Zeal closes the door after Kaelix steps out of the car, Seible has already gone inside long ago as the two move like slowpokes. 

“So why did you take me to the livehouse…?” 

The two stood in front of the live house with the huge sign above them. It seemed like it opened not long ago with how few customers there are. Zeal observed Kaelix from head to toe, although he said he could dress up casually, he ended up wearing a turtleneck top that he knew didn’t belong to him. How? Because it was short, short enough to reveal his stomach to the public. He also wore simple grey jeans with metal-looking belts around his waist that matched the black top he wore. Zeal swore the outfit looked like it belonged to Seible. 

“You didn’t need to dress up so stylish you know” He says in a casual voice, “You’re not working here”

“Ah- I didn’t. Seible just came into my room and asked me to wear this. He said it’ll look good on me” 

That bitch, of course it’s him. If Zeal finds it suspicious, he doesn't show it on his face. 

“Besides, I guess dressing up once in a while isn’t so bad…” He rarely has the chance to buy something nice for himself back then, so if he’s given the chance, why not right? “Does it look weird?” 

“No” He smirks as he leaned closer to his ear, “You look gorgeous darling ” 

“Gahh!! I’m going inside!” He jumped — like a puppy that realised he’s being overpowered by something more bigger than him — and dashed into the store. Zeal followed behind with a satisfied smile. When they entered, he gave a pat on his shoulders.

“Feel free to walk around a bit, but don’t try and escape alright darling? You can come sit at the bar if you want too” He said, giving him one last smile before he returned to his station where several patrons were already yelling out drinks for him to make. 

He uncomfortably grabs his wrist, It’s not like I could anyways…

Kaelix was about to find somewhere quiet to sit but when he saw a worker struggling to balance the drinks he rushed over to help. Despite his kindness, the worker must’ve thought he was also working in the livehouse as he just shoved the entire thing to Kaelix, told him where to serve the drinks and just left him standing there confused. He couldn’t even explain at all. Nonetheless, he ended up bringing the tray of drinks to the table, having some experience working in a restaurant, he knows how to handle customers here and there. But he missed one important part – he’s at a livehouse, one owned by a mafia no less. When he went to put the drinks down, he felt someone touching his waist.

“Ayee~ You look good there. Come, sit down” The man smacked his own lap, directing Kaelix to sit. 

Kaelix felt a sense of regret, maybe he should’ve just stayed with Zeal. “Sorry sir– I don’t do those things–”

“Hah?” His expression turned from a playful smile to an annoyed frown in an instant, “Since when do chicks here know how to reject money” The man’s hands moved to his butt, barely managing to squeeze it before Kaelix backed away from the group. 

And the man, oh is he pissed. “What the fuck is wrong with you? You just want more money don’t you?” He casually swings out a stash of money, throwing it at the white-haired boy with pride. “If you want it then pick it up” 

The group’s laughter overpowered the loud music in his ears, he stood frozen in the same spot, too stunned to make any immediate reaction as the group only kept on laughing — maybe even making fun of him, his brain turned out midway. They were treating him like a mere slave they owned, like a pet they could order around with just a simple sentence. He felt sick . It felt humiliating. Before he came back down to earth, he didn’t notice another pair of hands hugging around his waist.

“My my~” He chimes, “What have we got here~?”

“Ah there you Seible!” The man lightens at the promoter’s arrival. “You really need to teach your workers some manners here, this one here is a cutie but not obedient enough” He criticises. 

“Oh~? Is that so~?” He chuckles. “But I think you’re mistaken,” Then the next second, his eyes sharpened at the group, his aura shifted into something much more intense — much more dangerous — that made the group freeze in the sudden change of atmosphere. 

“K-chan here~ isn’t a worker, and he isn’t yours to touch” His voice dipped lower. It wasn’t just a statement, it’s a warning. A warning that they might end up using their lives to pay if they ignore them. “You understand that, don’t you?” 

His hands hugged his waist a bit tighter — a bit more possessive. Kaelix, now aware of his surroundings, didn’t dare to move. Even he could tell something isn’t right with Seible’s tone, much less the patrons that knew the man longer than Kaelix did. Even so, he knew the man would not have mercy whether you’re a patron of the livehouse or a random stranger, if he wants you dead, he will have you dead. 

“Don’t go bully K-chan now Kay~ He’s just a little shy boy hehe~” Another switch of his mask and he’s back to his usual self, but his dangerous warning has long been planted into their brains. L

“O-of course! I wouldn’t dare to be rude of someone that’s yours Seible” The man laughed awkwardly, clicking his fingers at one of the slaves, “You, pick that money up” 

Seible didn’t linger too long, pulling an obedient Kaelix aside somewhere less chaotic. “Are you down to earth now K-chan~?” He pats his head — tip-toed. 

He is, he’s been aware since Seible came to help him. The boy looked down at the floor, clearly sickened at how the man treated him earlier, like a pet he could order around. Well… it’s no different with these three mafias, but at the very least, they didn’t humiliate him like that, and in front of the public too. Seible’s face appeared in his view — like a child curious of why he’s hiding his face — the smile on his face made it look like he’s making fun of him, it made Kaelix furious. He looked to the sides but Seible only followed where his face went. He swings his head to the right, he follows along. To the left, he swiftly slides with him. 

Can he stop that?!  

He opened his mouth, wanting to speak but his words were cut short when he felt smooth and glossy lips crashed with his, making whatever he was about to say gulped back down his throat. The kiss was straightforward but teasing, he could feel Seible smiling as he kissed him down, his hand returned around his waist, holding the boy in place. When they parted, Kaelix didn’t scream or shy away like Seible expected. He only stared at him, his face coloured crimson red, the dejected expression of his replaced with a flustered Kaelix. And to be honest, Seible liked this face more. 

“Now that look suits you better~ There there K-chan~ Don’t be sad~” The brunette brushed his bangs aside with soft and gentle touches. “Come find me if you need anything hm?” He said with a soft reassuring tone before he went off somewhere. As for Kaelix? Boy, is he flushed. Face red, eyes widened, mouth agape. Most importantly, why can’t he hear anything else but his beating heart? His middle finger traced along his lips, the blueberry scented lip-gloss transferred from Seible’s lips to his. The kiss felt… warm — not heated but warm, almost welcoming. 

Wait what am I thinking?! He snapped out of whatever dangerous thought he’s imagining. Get your head together Kaelix! They’re mafias for god damn sakes. He walked away from the spot, to where specifically, he’ll figure it out as he explores the place. Like Zeal had said, as long as he doesn’t escape, he can walk freely to wherever he likes. For a brief second, he felt a tingling sensation behind his back — the type of sixth sense you’d get when someone is staring at you. Yet when he turned around, nothing felt out of the ordinary. Those who were dancing to the music continued to vibe with the rhythm, those who were drinking dropped around the place asleep. Zeal is chatting with the patrons as he mixes the drinks, Seible too is entertaining customers with a group of youngsters on one of the tables, even Freo is busy fixing the setups on the stage. 

He shakes the feeling off. I’m probably not getting enough sleep lately… He convinces himself. For the next hour, he only wandered around the area while also exploring the place. Strangely enough, no one came to bother him, nor did anyone try to talk to him. People gave him weird glances, ones that are too uncomfortable for Kaelix’s liking, thanks to the banging music from the DJ, he didn’t notice how customers were muttering things about the boy as well. He can’t do anything but ignore those gazes, at one point he chose a more quiet place to rest from the crowd, deciding to listen to music on his phone instead. 

Kaelix stayed on the same table for a while, didn’t notice how the time ticked away but the crowd stayed the same — loud and chaotic. The worries from earlier had already been thrown to the back of his head as he silently hums to the tune of his phone. He didn’t know how long passed when he heard the chair opposite of him pulled out from the table, his eyes can’t help but widen when a familiar face popped up.

“F-Freo?” 

The man only replied with a hum, sitting down while looking at the patrons partying around. Kaelix shifted in his seat, out of all the three mafias he interacted the least with Freo, and the one and only interaction he had with him isn’t even a good one. Kaelix avoided him like the plague, Freo didn’t try to seek him out either, and honestly, Kaelix rather kept it that way. 

“Not enjoying yourself here?” Freo started, his direction remained observing at the patrons. 

He blinked, “Ah, I’m… not a fan of these parties…” 

The teal-haired man raised an eyebrow at him, Kaelix didn’t dare look at his eyes. There’s something about the way Freo looked at him that made it hard to breathe — not the kind of dangerous look Seible gives off, nor the silent but deadly expression Zeal has. He couldn’t put his finger on it. It felt like the man knew something that he didn’t, something that maybe he should’ve known as well. 

“In that case, I’ll have someone bring you back to the mansion then” Freo sighs, adjusting the gloves on his hand. “Before that though, could you help take out the trash there?” 

He used his head to signal to the fairly big trash bag sitting in the corner, but with Kaelix’s height, it shouldn’t be a problem for him. So he agreed, thinking nothing of a simple task. Following the direction Freo gave, he found himself using the back doors that lead outside to the back alleyway. By now, the sky has already darkened, if he had to guess the time, it would probably be around seven in the evening. 

I should probably hurry…

He vaguely jumped when he heard a whistle behind him, a man was leaning against the wall in the shadows. His eyes scanning him from head to toe, it’s no different than the gazes people shot at him in the live house. Feeling weirded out, he hurriedly threw the trash bag into the garbage bin  and walked back to the door quickly, but before he could reach it, the man had already appeared in front of him. 

“Hey gorgeous~ Could I ask for your number?” 

“I-I’m sorry I’m in a hurry right now- Ack!”

The man pushed him to the wall, pinning him onto it so he couldn’t break free. “Oh come on now~ I could make you feel good~”

Seriously?! What is wrong with these people?!  

“Let go!” 

He tried to shake his grip off his hands, tried to move his body and even tried kicking him, but his strength couldn’t be compared to the man at all. He nearly gagged when he felt his hand touching his revealed stomach, turning his head away when he leaned closer to take a sniff of him, it’s disgusting. Just when he felt like he was about to cry, he suddenly stopped — or more like, Kaelix could feel the man froze in his tracks. The boy looked back at him to see the man staring at his face — like he had discovered something he wasn’t sure of yet. 

"Are you famous somewhere?"

What?

“You seem oddly famili—” 

Slash

The man was silenced before he could finish his sentence. Kaelix's eyes widened — this time shocked instead of fear — the man, now having a knife digging into his brain, leaving just the tip visible at the forehead, died almost immediately. The boy’s hands fell to his sides when the grip loosened, his back fully leaning onto the wall to hold himself upright. Behind the corpse, stood Freo, holding the knife in place to avoid the body from crashing onto Kaelix. He easily swings it aside and lets it fall to the floor. Kaelix too slid down the wall to the ground along with it, sitting there still too shocked to react. He wasn’t scared — at least not anymore when you know what kind of hell he’s been in currently — but it didn’t mean he was used to it. He’s probably seen more blood in the past month than his entire livelihood. 

Freo knelt down to the boy’s level, eyes boring onto his pathetic trembling figure. “At least you didn’t cry this time…” Kaelix hears him muttering, his gloved hand raised to his cheeks but instead, a pat on the shoulder stopped Freo.

“I’ll take care of him” Zeal . 

Freo looked at him with no emotions, but Zeal? Oh, his emotions can be read with ease. Agitated, annoyed but it’s all hidden behind that smile, he’s obviously angered. ‘Suit yourself’ Freo stood back up, not even glancing at them when he went back to the livehouse as he threw those cold words out. 

“Hey,” Zeal knelt in front of Kaelix, one hand caressing his cheeks, tilting it slightly so he could look at him properly. “You good?” 

His brain slowly processed the words like he had just learned the language. His lips felt dry, his throat felt itchy, it felt impossible to speak. So he gently nodded. Zeal only chuckled, hand moved from his face to his lower back as the other snakes under his knees, lifting him up into his chest before softly reassuring Kaelix he’s in safe hands when he felt the younger boy’s body tensed up at the sudden movement, to which he slowly calmed down to it. It reminded Zeal of a tiny puppy who’s scared of a dog larger than him. 

“But the man…”

“Someone will take care of it” He kicked the body aside like he had beef with it, carrying Kaelix back to the car. Zeal didn’t move to the driver’s seat like he expected him to, in fact there is already someone occupying the seat which he guesses is one of their underlings, instead he slides to the back of the car and sits there. He didn’t let go of the boy, but he didn’t hold him in place either. Kaelix could’ve chosen to move away, no one is stopping him, but he stayed seated on his lap. He doesn’t want to let go of the warmth, even after knowing that he’s dangerous, he doesn't care, he’s too tired to care. Between the way the car gently rocks as it drives down the empty road and the light hum from the man, Kaelix found himself dozing off bit by bit in the car. 

He woke up for the second time that day. It took him a few seconds to register that he's back in his room in the mansion, the clothes he’s wearing is no longer the outfit Seible gave him, it’s now replaced with one of the comfy pajamas that Klara bought for him. His monkey plush placed just beside him like it’s accompanying him in bed. The problem was, he couldn’t go back to sleep. The memory of the dead man’s widened eyes suddenly going lifeless as the knife stabbed into his brain only kept repeating in his mind, it is haunting him, it scares him. He whimpered softly into the pillow, he didn’t want to be alone. 

Kaelix clutched onto his clothes as he walked on the cold flooring, creeping out the door like a thief that barged into someone’s house. He doesn’t really know where he’s going, only walking as he lets his eyes adjust to the darkness of the hallways. He’s not sure if Seible is home yet, he definitely won’t be looking for Freo and bothering Klara right now just seems rude. Maybe Zeal then? He did bring Kaelix back with him after all…

“-efit, but that’s because he deserved it!”

A sudden shout in the silent halls from one of the rooms got his attention, the room to the door isn’t fully closed as it allowed the dim orange lights seep through the gaps, allowing Kaelix to navigate to the room without using much brain juice. He slowly looked through the gap, his eyes still blurry from waking up a minute ago but he could tell from the figure it’s the designer and bartender, both of them standing in front of each other, their posture looked defensive than normal. Are they fighting? 

“He. Ruined. Everything” 

He? 

Are they talking about him..?

But he’s sure he had never met them before…

Before he could move closer, a hand pulled him aside, slamming him onto the wall once again. Lips crashes into him as Kaelix struggles to figure out the situation he’s in. Seible?! His eyes snapped open —now fully awake — at the brunette, who only smirked in reply. 

“What are you two doing?” 

Kaelix’s pupil moved to the door, a very annoyed Freo is now standing outside. 

“Hm~” Seible parted from the boy, licking off any saliva that managed to slip through his lips. “Making out of course FuriFuri-chan~”

What nonsense is he waffling about?!

He panicked, “What?! No! We—” 

“Take it somewhere private” He threw out, closing the door to his room shut. 

“Okie dokie~” Seible pulled the taller boy into another room — his room to be exact. 

“Seible why did you say that?!” 

“Phew~ You should be glad K-chan~” He ignored whatever Kaelix was yelling, “Furi-chan would’ve killed you knowing you’re spying on him like that~”

“I-I wasn’t spying on him! And he wouldn’t have known I was there if you didn’t slam me to the wall!” 

“Would he now~?” Seible titled his head in a cheeky manner. 

Kaelix avoided looking him in the eye, knowing Freo, he probably really would’ve already noticed him outside his room. But he would never admit that out loud, not in front of Seible. 

“K-chan~” 

He looked up again to see the man already sitting on top of his bed. Speaking of, he never came into Seible’s room before, has he? He briefly glances around the room and two words speed through him, chaos and messy, just like the owner itself. Okay, maybe not messy, but if you compare it to his or Zeal’s room it does look a bit messy. 

The layout is no different than Zeal's, bed in the middle, high class wooden flooring with a big fluffy looking rug on top. A coffee table near the window with a couch large enough for two, his scenery outside is also facing the city. The overall coloring of the room is a mix of dark greyish-blue and silver, befitting for a Mafia, it almost gave Kaelix a chilly vibe because of it. Now, what did he mean by chaotic you may ask? Weapons, a lot of them. Some are placed neatly on top of the shelves and in display boxes, some are placed anywhere and everywhere. On the floor, near the couch and he could even spot one below the bed. What is he, a ninja?! 

“K-chan~ Is your head in the clouds again~?” Seible snapped his finger in front of his face, “How rude~ For me to stand in front of you and you dare daydream something else~? Maybe I should teach you a lesson” 

He took a step back when he said that, even more mortified when Seible’s hand went to his pocket. “W-what lesson?” 

“You’ll find out~” 

He closed his eyes shut, body jolting when he heard a loud pop . The wound — wait, hold on. It didn’t hurt anywhere. His body felt fine. Then what he heck was that pop? When he opened his eyes again, there was confetti all over the floor. Then a sudden burst of laughter filled the quiet room. 

“Hahahahhaha Y-you should’ve seen your face K-chan! You are so adorable!” Seible points at him, his other hand wiping off the invisible tear from his eyes, all while laughing nonstop. 

This rascal! His eyes twitched in anger, he was dancing on his palm this entire time. He didn’t really know if he should be angry at pranking him or glad that he isn’t really going to hurt him. Either way, both sucks! 

“I-I’m going back to bed!” 

“Furi-chan might still be outside though~” Seible smirked when Kaelix stopped in his tracks, it’s clear his fear for Freo is a strong one. “How about~ You sleep with me?” 

…

“W-what?!” 

Seible bounces back to his bed, plopping onto it like it’s a trampoline. He patted the empty spot beside him, “It’s big enough for the two of us~” 

He stares at him, gaze of mistrust more than worries. 

“Oh~? You don’t trust me~?” 

“No” 

“Ouch~” He giggles, “Alright, fine~ I feel kind today~ I promise I won’t do anything to you K-chan~ So won’t you accompany this poor boy for the night?” 

He bit his cheeks, unable to reject his offer, not when he’s looking at him with those cute kitty looking eyes. It’s illegal for someone’s hands stained with blood to be looking this cute and hot. Kaelix sighs, already walking and climbing into his surprisingly warm bed before he lays beside him, his back facing Seible. Surprisingly or not surprisingly, he felt the smaller male’s hands hugging him closer, ignoring his need for personal space as he cuddled with Kaelix. Call him touch starved but since he didn’t feel uncomfortable he didn’t try to protest, besides it did succeed in making him forget the memory earlier, so who is he to complain. 

As the drowsiness got to him, the last thing he heard was Seible muttering good night and the loud noise of someone slamming the door. 

Chapter Text

“Hah… hah… why aren’t you guys talking anymore?” 

He kicked their bodies with his feet, yet no reply came. He watched mesmerisingly as liquids of red flowed out of their chest and pooling it underneath his shoes. The sharp shattered glass in his hands dripped with the same red color, mixing both his and their blood together. 

“Weren’t you guys just sprouting shit a second ago?” 

He smiled, eyes wide opened as he kicked them again. The bodies flipped, face facing upwards at him when he accidentally kicked it too hard. It’s so pretty — He thought, how his eyes are opened and staring at him with an expression that seemed oh so satisfying to watch, how his face is colored purple and the way his mouth is slightly agape, like he’s gasping for air just before he passed. 

The sight is so beautiful… He wished he could take a photo of it, but alas, he doesn’t own a phone.

It’s not like it’s his fault. They started it first. He was just minding his own business, helping out the store owner with his job to earn some extra cash here and there in order to survive. He used all his strength he could muster to carry three crates of fruits to the back of the store when a gang suddenly came creeping up on him. 

“Yo kid, nice fruits you have here”

“Thank you! We have all kinds of fruit you would’ve liked~ I could introduce some that just came in today”

“Oh? That’s not needed” A crackle, “Give me what you have”

“Really?” He beamed, grabbing a bag to pack up the fruits for them. “That would be 80 for everything” 

“Hah? Who said we needed to pay?” His tone shifted into something much deeper, and he doesn’t like that. 

Even so, the smile never left Seibles’ face. “Sir, it’s the rules to pay first before we hand you your purchase”

“… Do you know who you’re talking to?” The tall man leaned closer to his height, the thick smell of cigarette immediately made him gagged as he tried not to show it. “Are you giving us the fruits or not brat” 

“You still need to pay—”

For a second he felt his entire body lifted into the air by his shirt before being thrown somewhere, the sounds of something shattering as well as the pain from his back felt slow. He propped his hand beside him in an attempt to lift his head up, his body felt numb, he could feel something flowing down from his head. Before he could fully process what happened to him, a step on his back pressed him down against the cold brick flooring. 

“Listen here kid,” A grip on his hair pulled his entire head up, a blurry vision of a man came into view. “I don’t care if you’re new here, we never had to pay for these fruits. Ever. So you either pack everything up for us, or you’re gonna have to be taught a lesson” 

Perhaps it’s because he’s biting down the pain, or maybe because he’s just showing his emotions, but the disgusted facial expression triggered them when the man that was grabbing his hair suddenly slammed his face down onto the floor. Not just once, but multiple times, each time harder than the last. Their laughter rang in his ears as he was constantly plumbed. Then, he heard something snap. Next thing he knew, the man’s throat was cut, blood splashing on him as he continued to slice through anything that was charging at him. Throat, face, chest and even at the brain — he aimed at everything with precision. Not leaving much space for their survival. He left the area after observing their bodies, mentally preparing for someone to arrest him, yet no one came even days later. 

Police reported how the rain that day washed over every evidence which made him scoff — The rain only came hours after he killed them, police in their town are as neglectful as ever — his boss somehow thought he called in sick that day which was perfect evidence to prove he wasn’t there within the crime scene. He got lucky, he knew that. However the experience that day didn’t come with the after fear like anyone normal would feel, instead it got his heart pumping with excitement. Oh how he loved the thrill and danger he did when his mind blanked out and his body moved on its own, slicing and dicing them till they laid so still beneath him. The excitement of not knowing what could come next, thrown into jail or walking freely around the town? 

They say when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade, no?

He did just that. 

Trouble never stopped there. More people came after him — he thinks it’s for revenge for killing their gang members or whatever, he wasn’t paying attention to what they’re yapping — he never spared a single soul. He’s a quick learner, slowly observing how experienced mafias would turn and twist their weapons to their advantage, how he would use their own skill to end them. Their shocked faces when they realized they’re dealing with something much more dangerous than a mere primary-school student, how they’re calling for backup to only be ended by the same small child. It’s all just so enjoyable. His identity as a student was also a big help. He’s the lovable teacher's pet within class that wouldn’t harm an ant, always smiling around everyone and helping others in need. They never doubted him, that’s probably how he managed to stay under the radar for so long without being noticed. 

Idiots.

To blindly trust someone just because they smiled at you? Or only because they helped you? They never realized all the facade a human could do, have they? Well, not him. He found that he’s rather sensitive when one is lying to him — a small twitch of their eye, a crooked smile, weird body gestures, everything — he noticed it all. What liars, not that he’s fairing any better than them but unlike them, he masked it flawlessly. Though things didn’t really get much better than he initially thought it would, it got dull. There is nothing interesting at all, the same lame lines of wanting to kill him, bullying for his age and appearance only to be sliced in the neck, all bark and no actual bites. Everything is utterly boring. 

The injured man groaning beside him is starting to annoy him. He’d slice his head off if he wasn’t lazy to move from where he’s sitting, despite the rain masking his noise, Seible could still hear it and it’s bugging him. He failed to notice someone quietly sneaking in the alleyway he’s in, only realizing someone was there when the noises finally stopped. He looked at the now unmoving body, albeit surprised to find a knife digging into the brain, yet no blood was spilled. Clean and precise. 

He calmly turned his head when he felt a presence in front of himself. The color of a dirty teal green came into view, beautiful purple-red pupils observing — not staring — at him. His blank expression made Seible blink, there were no thoughts behind those eyes. There aren’t any emotions that he could sense either, he couldn’t read him. He couldn’t even sense him at all. His umbrella hovered over them as the boy only continued to kneel in front of him, as if he’s wondering what creature he had just stumbled across under the pouring rain. 

Then, a smile – one with no emotions behind it. “I’ve been looking for a partner lately. You seem like a good option” His hand held out, waiting for him to take it. 

No one spoke

No one moved 

Only the soft sounds of the rain can be heard as the two locked eyes with each other 

Fascinating… I can’t read him at all…  

And that’s more than enough of a reason to take his hand.

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“Furi-chan” Seible whispered, he knew it’s loud enough for him to hear. The dagger in his hand spinning around his index finger, head boringly laid on top of the counter. “Why did you take me in?”

“Because you’re useful to me” His eyes didn’t look up from his book, answer straight to the point as always. 

The room they’re in is dark itself, only a small light is visible. The sky is cloudy, blocking the moonlight from shining in through the windows. Seible always likes this type of weather, it means no one can witness the crimes he committed behind those dark shadows, escaping before everything is revealed in the light. Still, he continues to stare at him. His leg propped up on the other, feet gently swaying idly in the air, his long sleeved collar shirt and pants that are coloured black hiding his skin beneath those fabric made the shorter boy seem more mysterious than he is. He couldn’t sense anything from him, he’s like a plant that couldn’t move but is still a living creature without a soul. The man they just ‘rescued’ lay on the free couch not far away from them, his soft breathings are the only thing that reminds him he’s still alive. Seible frowned, call him possessive but he didn't like it when Freo asked to take the man back to the mansion and to treat him no less. 

He moved, kneeling down on the floor like he’s proposing to him. “And if I stop being useful to you, would you throw me away?”

A flip of the page, “Depends” 

His eyes still focused on the paper but he laid one of his hands out, palm facing upwards at Seible. He laid onto it, immediately comforted by the warm feeling of his skin as he cuddled in closer. He felt sleepy when his thumb came to caress his cheek, smooth and soft touches that made him giggle into his hand. His knees fully dropped to the floor, like a dog tamed by its owner. 

“How useful could you be I wonder” He mumbled to himself but Seible heard it loud and clear. He looked up at him with heart-shaped eyes which in turn, finally, finally Freo looked at him with the same cold and unreadable gaze. 

It’s so emotionless

So deadly 

So… intriguing  

All his life, he lived in poverty. Going street after street to escape the fate of being constantly chased after his parents' debt. He couldn’t ask for anything, only barely able to afford food with his hard earned money from endless jobs. No one batted an eye at his poor ass. He was able to graduate from High School thanks to the scholarships provided, but other than that, he never asked for anything, he couldn’t ask for anything… but now, it’s different. 

He wants him

He’s never been so desperate for something before 

And he wants it

“FuriFuri-chan” He whispers in a low voice, a low and chilling voice. He didn’t miss the way Freo’s hand shifted slightly under him, “You won’t leave me… right?” 

Freo didn’t answer, only closing his eyes as his hand continued to caress his face, uncaring of how the book in his hand was gently taken away from him and set aside. The weight on his laps added on when the male slowly – dangerously – climbed onto him, legs spread on both sides of the teal-haired male’s body, caging him. His hands snake around his neck, not allowing Freo to look anywhere else but him and only him. 

The atmosphere is almost suffocating, he nearly forgot the two of them aren’t alone in the room. 

Perhaps…Seible’s the one that’s binding him up instead of the other way around. And he’s fine with that. 

༺♰༻

A melodious humming noise filled the room, the same room that Seible had just slaughtered two, probably three of the men from the opposite party. It’s interesting, really. Bringing more than six of them to gang up on Seible, and the funny thing? They can’t even lay a finger on him. 

Seible reached for his dagger on one of the corpses, pulling it out without hesitation. Red — Purple? — looking blood splashed onto his shirt, staining them in the process, to which Seible replied with a tick of his tongue. Furi-chan is gonna give me an earful. Now don’t get him wrong, he wasn’t here for bloodshed in the first place — maybe he is but at least it isn’t his prime reason for seeking the gang out —  He really was just going to ask them to pay back the money they borrowed, they were the ones getting so worked up over his arrival, that’s all. 

“Come on now~ Is it really that hard to just pay up~? You guys signed the contract, remember~?” He swings his dagger around his middle finger, letting it spin profusely. One little slip and it may just aim straight towards their face. “200k worth of money is no small amount~ Don’t make this hard for Furi-chan~” 

“You came in here and killed our men! Now you're demanding the money from us?! You sick freak!” The man, assuming one of their underlings, pointed his long knife at Seible with no shame. 

The brunette paid it no mind, ruthless underlings tend to be the reason why a gang often falls apart. What’s the point in focusing on quantity rather than quality if the numbers all have low IQ? If you’re smart you’d choose the latter, too bad most of them ignore this important rule within the community. 

That doesn’t mean focusing on quantity is a bad thing though…

“You came in here, killing my men with no mercy, all by yourself?” Their leader stood up from his seat, “You’re looking down on us” he growled, Seible could almost smell his anger from afar. 

“Ehh~ It wouldn’t have happened if you just paid up” 

“Seible, was it? Don’t get so cocky only because Freodore recruited you. In terms of experience, we’re above you. You should know how to show some respect for your elderly” He clicked his fingers, and in just a split second Seible found himself surrounded. Each person holding a weapon in their arms — at least they’re not dumb enough to face him head on. 

“Ehh~” He smiles, making the ones surrounding him feel uneasy. Isn’t it supposed to be the other way around? “じゃあ, ‘senpai’ . If you’re supposed to be so respectful, you needn’t have to borrow money from us. Now you’re not even paying back and you want me to stay respectful to you? That’s a bit too much to ask for someone that owes others money” 

The man laughed like Seible was talking nonsense, “Owe you? Well, as long as you’re gone from this world, I won’t be owning you anything then” 

One snap of his finger but Seible moved first, faster than anyone could react, a swift stab to the heart and one person is down. The others recovered just as quickly as Seible pulled the weapon out, charging him from all directions as they shouted at him. Seible didn’t think, letting his body and instinct move by itself, it’s faster and safer that way anyways. Dodge, stab, jump, kick — He didn’t care how bloods were splashed all over him, he didn’t care how he had to step on the corpse because of how small the space is for him to move around. But he did very much mind how their men just never seemed to end. Even after killing so many of them, their numbers seemed to be only growing rather than decreasing. Did these bastards call for backup?

“Tsk” Cowards

As more and more of them started covering him, he found himself trapped. They are coming at him faster than he could’ve dealt with them first, not to mention how each and every cut that Seible got only seemed to slow him down. He couldn’t keep up . One small slip could be the end for him, this isn’t a video game where second chances could occur. By now, you’re probably thinking — Seible, can’t you fucking back away?! It’s the most logical thing! — Well, yes, it is. Here’s the thing though, since when does Seible ever go for the safe route? What’s the fun in life when there’s no risks. Probably a dumb answer to give, Furi-chan might kill me for sure. 

He tosses his dagger up before switching his positions catching it mid-air and swings it right into one of their faces. He was too focused on what’s in front of him, he didn't have time to react to the knife coming behind him, his body was halfway turned around when someone managed to stab into his waist, that nasty smile acting like they won makes him sick. Before the others could get him, he kicked the knife away and backed up, his hand coming up to cover his now open wound. 

“Still think you’re so fierce now? I would be more worried about that wound if I were you”

He eyes Seible with that disgusting smirk on his face that it makes him want to gag. But he is right, the blood on his wound didn’t stop, it was even slipping past his hand and dripping on the floor. Breathing made it hard, trying to suck a deep breath only made it even worse. Is it too late to mention how it’s not the only wound he has on his body? He’s covered in wounds ranging from shallow cuts to deep ones, he would really be an idiot if he chose to continue fighting them head on, and alone. 

“Ah ah ah, where do you think you’re going?” Seible took a step back, biting down the pain as the man took a step forward to him. “Surrendering already? Thought you were sooo confident you could win against us” 

“Hah..” He really wanted to roll his eyes at him. He could feel his legs giving out, god he’s tired as fuck . The male couldn’t even escape even if he wanted to. “If you weren’t a pussy, you wouldn’t have called on so many backups just to fight me” 

“Why you little—” The man looked like he was going to take a knife and kill him with his own hands but for some reason he didn’t. He stopped in his tracks, looking at him — or behind him — with a hint of fear in his eyes. 

Wait… fear?

“What are you—”

“That’s enough for you Seible” Muscled hands blocked him from speaking any further, holding him close to their chest to help steady him from tumbling over to the floor. The scent of rainwater filled his nose as blue pupils locked eyes with spiralled purple ones. 

“Gin-chan?” 

“Hey” He greeted like he just bumped into a friend on the streets, “Didn’t thought I would be seeing you like this one day” 

“Heh… Tell me about it” Seible leaned into Zeal, using his body to continue standing up without the use of his full energy. It didn’t take long for him to also notice a few familiar figures in front of them.

“Well well, certainly wasn’t expecting to see you here, Freodore. What a pleasure, having to see the ‘most youngest Mafia’ face to face today. I thought you’d be too scared to show up” The man spoke confidently, like the fear there a second ago was wiped away, or so he thought. “At least you’re smart enough to bring backup here with you” 

“Wipe that smirk off your face” Seible took one look at the man’s blonde hair with purple highlights and immediately knew who it was. “You’re a disgrace to our society. Ganging up on a singular person and playing dirty in a fight, you truly live up to the name of the most dirty leader” 

“He was the one that started the killings first” 

“And you were the one that didn’t pay back the money you borrowed first” Seible turned to the man who replied back, one with light brown-ash coloured hair. 

“…” The man opposite of them sighed in annoyance, “I’m guessing none of us are going down without a fight huh?” He pulled out his rifle, the tension in the room is so thick, any normal person would’ve long died due to suffocation. 

“Freo you wanna take Seible back first? Me and Ryoma can handle it here y’know” Claude turned to the younger.

“Not that I don’t trust you or Ryoma-senpais’ abilities or anything, I just find it rude to let you two clean up the mess that Seible started first” He swung his own daggers out, sharp eyes staring right at the brunette, “I’ll deal with you later” 

“Haha…” He laughed tiredly, but he found himself smiling at the trio standing in front of him. Well… if they’re here then… maybe I could just rest for a little…

“Wakey wakey, you slept long enough Seible” 

Huh? He slowly forced his eyes open, wincing at the lights above him with a groan. Didn’t he just close his eyes for like one second? 

“Nope, you slept for three hours now”

“Ah, oops. Didn’t mean to say it out loud haha…” He shifts closer to the warmth below and beside him, his eyes fully opened to see Claude and Freo in his view. “Hello Claudenyan~” 

“Don’t ‘Claudenyan’ me you freak” He pokes at his forehead, “Facing them head on like that? What on earth is your mind made out of? You’re lucky Ryoma’s subordinates saw you and called him, otherwise you’d be dead by now” 

“Ehh~” He turns his head to see Ryoma sitting on one of their couches in the mansion, it seems like they all drove him home huh. “Ryomanyan, my savior~ Want a kiss as thank you?” He jokes.

“Sorry brother, I’m happily taken and you are too” He smiles, looking at his very silly state he’s in despite being heavily injured. “You’d should’ve retreated” 

“But where’s the fun in that~? Ack!” He nearly stumbled when he felt someone suddenly pressing on his wound, later a very much angered Freo staring down at him. His face didn’t change from the usual but anyone could feel that if Freo could stab Seible right now, he definitely would. 

“Well, would you look at that, I’m a little hungry” Claude said, heading towards the kitchen, with Ryoma following him not far behind saying he needs to find his girlfriend or something. Freo is grateful for the two seniors' sharp eyes knowing how to give them some space.

“Ehe… Hello?” He stared up at Freo. It was then he noticed he’s laying on his lap, his bloody shirt was removed from him in order to clean his wounds and bandage him up, making him pretty much naked on his upper body. “How was the fight?” 

Freo looked away from him, allowing Zeal to answer his question instead. “It wasn’t really anything challenging for them, Claude and Ryoma senpai wiped them out in just a minute” Seible nodded, that made sense, the two of them aren’t the leaders of their pack for nothing. Even Seible would find it troublesome going up against just one of them. 

“But Freo was what really impressed me. Claude-senpai and Ryoma-senpai only aimed for their bodies but Freo just cut their throats clean off when they were coming for him” Zeal placed his hands on Seible’s leg — he only noticed how he’s laying on top of both of them, head on Freo’s lap and his legs on Zeal’s — smoothing his muscles which are sore as hell. “Even their leader” 

What? 

He looked up at the designer who’s sighing, as if saying ‘you don’t need to go into that much detail, Zeal’. To be fair, cutting someone’s throat during a battle that outnumbers you isn’t as easy as it may seem. The precision and speed you’ll need is one that needs to be trained years and years thoroughly. In a situation like that, you’d be lucky if you could even make it out unscattered. But Freo? He doesn’t need that luck — why aim for the body when the neck is much faster? It seems logical and the neck doesn’t splatter as much blood that would annoy the man either, it’s not weird to Zeal that Freo would aim for that spot. Seible, however, does find it weird. He wouldn’t go through such a feat, he’d thought he would just aim a gun straight for the leader instead of dirtying his hands.

“Furi-chan…” He slowly propped his hand to his sides so his upper body could sit up, leaning closer to the mafia’s face. “Were you mad?” 

There was no playful banter in his tone, only clear confusion, believe it or not he didn’t even know Freo could express emotions from the past year of knowing him, he only ever saw him smile once by accident when he’s playing with Min. The teal-haired boy didn’t look at him, choosing to face the scenery outside the window like it had something interesting going on. Seible smiled at that — not how he’s deliberately avoiding him, but at how he saw the tip of his ears growing light pink. 

“You are mad, because of me?” He giggled, nuzzling his head into Freo’s neck. He already knew the answer but he wouldn’t mind hearing it directly from the man himself. “Oh, but what about the money?” 

“… It’s not like we’re short of money in the first place”

He giggled again, “FuriFuri-chan~! You killed him, because of me? Aw, I wish I could’ve seen it~”

“Keep talking and I’ll put this dagger into your stomach” 

He pouted, angry at how Freo turned back to his normal self already. It’s fine , at the very least, he got to witness a new side of him. It made all the wounds he had that day totally worth it. 

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“Mama! Do you like my drawing!” A boy happily ran to his mother, who’s knocked out dead on the couch with a glass bottle in her hands, nudging her hand to wake her up. “Mama mama! Look, look!” 

The boy took out a picture of a childish drawing, a tiny boy and a girl figure that’s taller, simple as that. Showing it to his mother who groans in annoyance, hoping to leave her alone. When he didn’t, she had enough. She lifted the glass bottle into the air before it landed onto his head without any hesitation, glass pieces shattering all over the floor as the boy fell along with them. 

“FUCK OFF! YOU’RE SO NOISY! GO KILL YOURSELF! ” 

Snap

“Seible? You’re daydreaming again” Zeal snapped his finger in front of him a few times, only when Seible blinked did he know he’s awake now. He picks the glass cup that he was wiping down earlier, arranging it neatly between all the other cups. “You know you could’ve stayed at the mansion right? Your wounds aren’t healed enough for you to be down here” 

“Ehh~ Am I wrong for wanting to help you Gin-chan~ Furi-chan isn’t here to save your ass from trouble today~”

“As if your ass won’t add on to that trouble” He rolled his eyes playfully.

“Hm, fair~” He giggled, head laying on top of the bar. For a slight moment, the mood around the brunette changed. “It’s too boring in the mansion” — I didn’t want to be alone . 

“Is that so?” 

“Mhm~” He hums, maybe a bit too quiet for someone like him. I guess even Mafias can have their vulnerable moments. 

Zeal didn’t look at him, only patiently removing his gloves after he wiped down all the cups. Circling out of the bar and walking towards Seible — who’s back to daydreaming — only giving a reaction when Zeal picked him up like a kid and onto the countertop. He hugged him closer to his chest, light fluttering touches around his waist to avoid hurting his wound any further. With his now un-gloved hands, he brushed his bangs aside, softly giving his forehead a little kiss. He felt the promoter below him slowly breathing out, the coat that he’s wearing being tugged, like he’s asking for more attention. 

“What’s this~?” Seible softly whispered, “You wanna do it on your bar here~?” 

“Can you stop thinking about those for even one second” He chuckled at how the boy pouted when his hands went to pinch his cheeks. “Just thought you needed a little hug” 

They were grateful that they hadn’t opened for business yet despite the moon hanging above them already, not that they’re in a rush, like Freo had said, they’re not lacking money. The quiet and dim atmosphere made everything seem so peaceful… the same peace that would only last for so long. In a world of chaos and deaths chasing after them, Seible couldn’t help but cling onto the tiniest bit of affection that he lacked in his entire childhood. Which — in all honesty — seems ironic, doesn’t it? A killer, not being tamed by death or violence, but by something as easy as gentle kisses, anyone would probably laugh at that. Well, they could laugh all they want if they manage to survive his blades first and foremost. 

The brunette looked out the window, the full moon now sits within the clear skies and sparkling stars, glowing faintly shining down within the dark alleyways outside them. “つきがきれいですね…”

Zeal puffs out a small laugh. He didn’t bother looking at where Seible is facing, since the answer wouldn’t make a difference anyways. They both knew, the road they chose to pursue isn’t one for romance, giving and receiving love can also mean easier betrayal. Even if it isn’t, there’s no telling when their lives will be used as blackmail, one second they’re alive but gone the next. 

Did they care though? Of course not. Why should they?

Strong but gentle hands came up to caress Seible’s face, turning his direction from the window to look at Zeal. He finally got to observe the energetic boy up close, the star within his blue faded purple pupils looking up innocently at him — perhaps a bit too pure looking — his glossy lips parted just a little, the two mole slightly below his right eye, everything left imprinted in his brain. He couldn’t help but memorize every tiny detail of him, everything on Seible just seemed to explain the person he is — bubbly and crazy — but it never showed the person beneath those looks. And Zeal? He wouldn’t mind figuring them out. 

He softly glides his thumb through his mole, tilting his head a little bit upwards, capturing his lips in a long, tender kiss. No heat, no teasing, just a genuine and warming kiss under the dim moonlight.

“そうですね” 

༺♰༻

Orange glow pooled through the curtains outside, shining down on the two sleeping figures who somehow inched closer during the dead of the night, the younger male now laid comfortably within the mafia’s chest while the other had his hands wrapped around his waist. Seible wasn’t sure the time when he stirred awake, only knowing its morning when he saw the light outside — the annoying light that he hates oh so much, he’d rather stay inside during the day but alas, who’s going to help Freo with his mess if he’s not there. Certainly not their underlings. 

Kaelix only shifted closer to Seible when the brunette was about to get up, like he’s chasing the warmth before it could disappear. The male halted, he nearly forgot someone went to bed with him last night. He stared at the boy’s peaceful face, the same boy that was so afraid of them a few months ago, now he has let down all of his guard to sleep beside him. Fascinating, not even Zeal or Freo could let down their guard when he’s beside them — cautious much? Yes — But he didn’t blame them, trust is hard to be earned even if it’s someone close like your partner or family. Being asleep is one thing, however…

“K-chan~ You’re awake right~?” 

The white-haired boy didn’t answer, he didn’t move from his posture either, but Seible saw how his breath hitched. It would be a waste of opportunity if he doesn’t tease him for it, don’t you think?

“Ah~ K-chan is still asleep huh? Maybe I could steal a little kiss—”

“Don’t you dare!” He shot up almost immediately from his chest, he had the urge to pull him back down so he could cuddle him longer. 

“Good morning K-chan~ Did you sleep well?” He smiles at him, playfully and cheekily. “I could almost hear your purr while I was asleep” 

“I-I did not!” 

“You did” — He didn’t, it was a bluff . His reaction is too adorable to stop now though. 

“You’re just warm, okay—” He looked away, the tip of his ears faded a blushing red. 

“Oh~ is that why you kept inching closer to me last night~?” 

He groaned, which also sounded like a whine to him. “Stoppppp” 

“Awww, you get flustered so easily~ Your ex never complimented you huh?” 

Wait— shit

He looked over and saw Kaelix went quiet, his hand clutching onto the sheets as he refused to look at Seible. Well he hit the nail didn’t he? Maybe he should’ve just kept quiet. How cruel of a fate he has, first meeting someone who never truly loved him despite the boy giving everything he has, and next is meeting them . He wasn’t sure why Freo wants him, knowing him, he probably has something planned for Kaelix. Luck wasn’t really on his side huh? But if you put the whole picture together, Kaelix might as well be the luckiest among all those unlucky ones. Freo didn’t allow anyone — except them — to lay a finger on him, Zeal made sure the boy was cared for, even Klara doted on him like a little sibling sometimes. 

And Seible? He didn’t ruin him, that was the best he could do really. Though, he did see something else in him. Was it loneliness? Was it the fact that he only wanted someone to love him? Or he wanted someone to trust in this ruined world? Maybe all of them, he sees all of it within the boy. He is alone, he had no one to rely on to the point he found comfort with someone as fucked up as them, that’s enough to tell how much of an outcast he is. Much like how Seible sees himself when he was younger. They’re the same, yet they’re also different. At least he remained sane, unlike him.

“K-chan” He spoke softly, “Can you look at me?” 

He didn’t listen, he even turned his head to the opposite direction. If he wants to play, then Seible will gladly entertain him. He may be more patient than Freo but it doesn’t mean he’ll go along with others like a saint. 

“I said,” His voice dipped lower, the kind of voice that would make people shutter. “Eyes on me Kaelix ”

He thought it would be enough for Kaelix to listen but to his surprise, his head didn’t move, but he can certainly tell his body shivered for a short second. Ah, getting bold now, are we? There were only a few people who weren’t afraid of him when he used this tone, one being his two partners of course. Seems like another one would be the next few to appear on his list. He slowly crawled over to the boy and without warning, he pulled him onto the mattress, pinning his hand onto the sides while he crawled on top of Kaelix. He enjoyed seeing the flustered and confusion flicker together in his eyes, how he didn’t even try to escape from his grasp, only laying and letting Seible pin him onto the bed so obediently. He chuckled at that, he truly is adorable . 

“K-chan~ Were you mad at me~?” 

“I’m not…” He mumbled, still refusing to look him in the eye. 

“Ehh~ But you’re sulking” 

“I’m not”

“You are” He calmly replied. He wasn’t even teasing, he was just stating what he saw. Right now, Kaelix is definitely sulking with the way he’s nibbing on his lips. 

“… Can you let go of me Seible?” 

“And let you continue sulking?” Am I that mean in your eyes K-chan~?”

“You are” 

“Awww” Now it’s his turn to sulk, but the smile returned to his face just as quick, a smile that spells out trouble for Kaelix. He held his breath when the male above him leaned forward, his face so close to him he could practically feel his breathing. “Let’s change that then shall we?”

He went in and took his lips — slowly, tenderly — not forcing himself onto the boy, allowing Kaelix to push him away if he wanted to. For the first few seconds, Seible didn’t go in too much with the kiss, as if testing the waters and waiting to see if he would be pushed away like he expected. When the boy gave no signs of stopping, Seible went a bit deeper, quietly slipping his tongue into his mouth, wishing to explore the boy further. It was interesting to take in everything, the way he had his eyes shut like he wants to rely on his sense of touch to tell him what’s happening, the way he let out some small yet sweet moans and the way he doesn’t want to stop despite giving him the chance to — He carved every detail in his brain. 

They both parted to allow Kaelix to breathe, but dear god Seible really wanted to go in for another one with how his teary eyes were looking up at him. He almost — almost — looked ruined, and the brunette wishes to be the first to really ruin him, but he’s still too young to go to hell so he’ll save it for another time. 

“Has anyone told you how sweet you taste K-chan~” He brushes his nose against his with feather-light touches while laughing softly, “Mmm, while I’d love to continue, I wouldn’t want Gin-chan or Furi-chan to be angry with me being late” 

He gave another small kiss to the side of his cheek before releasing the boy, jumping down from the bed with a small wink, “I’ll see you tonight then K-chan~ Go back to bed, it’s still too early for you” was all he said before he left his room. If he lingered around a little longer, he would’ve seen Kaelix’s face slowly turning red before he attempted to hide it — from who exactly? No one, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy that… and that’s exactly his problem before he sinks his face deeper into the palm of his hands. The morning glow outside of the window did nothing to help him at all but remind him that none of it was a dream.

“What the heck am I doing…?”

Chapter Text

“You did it on purpose didn’t you?”

Freo raised an eyebrow at Zeal. It’s the middle of the night, all of them have pretty much a tiring day so Freo decides to retire into his room, opting to either play with Min or read a book before bed. Yet he just barely changed into his sleepwear when a certain someone came into his room without knocking— talk about manners, isn’t Seible supposed to be the one without that? He didn’t even greet him, just came in and threw out that sentence. Strange, he didn’t know talking straightforward could be an infection. 

“...Killing that man? Obviously”

“No. You know what I’m talking about Freodore” 

Freo didn’t answer. The Zeal right now is nowhere calm nor composed as he knew him to be anymore, although his body language may seem normal, his serious facial expression told Freo that he may as well use violence if he could. But that’s the thing – he couldn’t. Not with him. 

“You asked me to bring Kaelix to the livehouse. You asked Seible to dress him up. You were the one that told him to take out the trash so that man could make his move. You planned everything ahead, didn’t you?” 

Freo remained quiet, but he tilted his head to the side, giving him a look. ‘So what?” Zeal could hear him saying in his usual monotone voice. Truthfully, he didn’t know why he got so worked up over something as small as this. They’re mafias, they do what they need to do to reach their target, they’ve all done it more times than he could count. This time is no different on Freo’s part. So why the hell am I so pissed?

Zeal sucked in a huge breath, “Three years… I’ve known you for more than three years now Freo… I can still never guess what you’re really thinking. What is going on in that head of yours huh?” 

“…Go to sleep Ginjoka” He spoke in his monotone voice, one that hides all emotions as he speaks. 

“Not until you tell me what you’ve been trying to do” He daringly stepped closer to him. “I always thought you only kept Kaelix with us for the sake of fun, but now I feel like there’s something you’re not telling me” 

Freo places his novel on the bedside table, “I am not required to alert you of everything that isn’t your business” 

“But it is my business” Zeal bites back. 

“…Oh?” Freo’s face darkened, with slow and steady steps, he moved closer to the bartender. He noticed how his aura shifted, it was no longer the cool and mysterious Freo people would pin on him — no — now it turned into something that even Zeal finds it hard to breathe. “Since when did Kaelix become so important to you?” 

He gulped, his feet unconsciously moved backwards on its own, only stopping when he felt the wall behind him. Freo’s hand blocked his escape route, making their position similar to a kabedon, Zeal would’ve loved to tease him if not for their current situation. He winces his eyes at the shorter male, not once, never in the years of knowing Freo did he ever make such an expression at him — maybe with others, yes — but never at him. It felt weird, like the boy in front of him suddenly became a stranger. 

“Answer my question Ginjoka” 

“If he’s staying here with us, shouldn’t I know what I’m dealing with?” His mouth felt heavy, “You’re not using him as our underling, you don’t allow Seible to touch him, you even asked Klara to protect him if he ever wants to go outside” 

He leaned closer to Freo’s face, his pupils felt like it’s glowing within the dark bedroom — like a snake observing its prey. “Just what are you really after Freo…” His voice became softer — like he’s asking the boy to open up to him.

He watches as Freo sucked in a breath, letting it out with a tired sigh, “…You want to know? Fine. I’ll tell you this much” 

“Yeah… I am keeping him here for a reason. I am using Kaelix for my own benefit, but that’s because he deserved it!” He admits, biting down word by word, his voice growing more intense as he speaks. The room became silent, the only sounds they could hear were their own breathing. If Zeal looked sideways, he would’ve noticed how Freo’s hand curled into a fist, trembling from how tight he’s clenching it. 

“He. Ruined. Everything” 

THUD

He whipped his head to the sound, pulling the door open so hard, he might’ve accidentally slammed it to the wall, or maybe he did. When he saw Seible outside, he wasn’t surprised. But the person he’s kissing? He is. 

“What are you two doing?” He asked in an annoyed tone, the usual monotone voice thrown out the window. 

“Hm~? Making out of course FuriFuri-chan~” 

“What?! No! We—”

“Take it somewhere private” He nearly growled, the impatience in his words tells Seible all he needs to know as the two watch Freo walking back to his room and slam the door.

Using the palm of his hand, he covered his eyes, deep ragged breaths slowly breathed out, trying his best to not let the anger get the best of him — well, obviously it did get the best of him. Seible knew he would find out Kaelix was eavesdropping, didn’t he? That’s why he made an obvious move. At the same time, he was glad Seible interfered, he didn’t mean to lose his cool and yelled at Zeal about his own problems. He hates how his hands are trembling uncontrollably, he hates how he just can’t seem to calm down, and he despises how he could feel the bartender’s eyes on him. Not judging him, just observing, the thing that Freo does best and now it’s being used against him. He wants to say more but at the same time he doesn’t, he ends up just throwing a cold word at Zeal.

“Get out” 

“Freo—”

“Don’t make me repeat myself Zeal” 

If Zeal was thinking of talking nicely with him, he certainly doesn’t have the patience nor cool for it now as he stomps his way out, leaving Freo alone in his empty room. He finally couldn’t hold himself up any longer, choosing to sit on the floor beside his bed as he clutched on tightly to his hair. 

Damn it, what is wrong with him?! He was this close — this close — to finding the gang, everything would’ve been over if he hadn’t killed that man. He didn’t mean to kill him, he was supposed to just knock him unconscious and bring him in for questioning, find where their base is before he officially ends him. He wasn’t supposed to go out of the plan… but when he saw how the person was touching the boy and the trembling state he’s in, his body moved before his brain could process what he’s doing. Once he's aware of what he did, the man has long stopped breathing. 

Fuck it… Get it together Freodore… Don’t let him get into your head! 

He’s the one that started it

He’s the reason why you’re fucking here today

He glanced at the clock near his bed, by now he’s sure he’s not getting any sleep tonight too. And he’s certainly sure he doesn’t have any patience to make coffee now… Well, why not go out then, at least he knows he won’t accidentally lash out his anger on anyone in the mansion here. 

He might have released a bit too much of his anger onto closing the door. 

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Kaelix sat quietly at the back of the car, choosing to play with his fingers like it’s a coping mechanism for his nerves — which it is but not really working — as Klara sat in front with another man he was sure he hadn’t seen before taking the wheel. Though it seemed like the man was close with the maid so he should be trustable… maybe. Anyways, where are they going you may ask. That’s what Kaelix would like to know too. It feels weird allowing someone else to surprise you with where they’re going without telling you, if he wasn’t surrounded by dangerous people he would probably have more peace in mind. Then again, that someone is Klara, and frankly enough he trusts her, so he’s not too worried. It’s not like she will sell him or anything… probably not…

The quiet ride was peaceful, but his inner self is nervous as heck. He couldn’t calm his pounding heart no matter how hard he tried so he gave up, opting to look out the window instead. It’s not like he could jump out of his seat and dash back to the mansion. The scenery isn’t too different from what he had last seen, skyscrapers, tons of tall buildings and cars on the road, nothing out of the ordinary really. Before he knew it, his mind slowly drifted back to the conversation he had that morning. 

“You know why they want me… don’t you?” 

The atmosphere around them shifted almost immediately, he watched how Klara’s eyes widened ever so little before returning to normal just as quickly. As for Kaelix, in all honesty, he accidentally blurted out the words by accident, he didn’t mean to actually say it out loud. He couldn’t help it though, the feeling has been bothering him since he had woken up — about why they want to do with him, about the reason he was held captive in a place like this, with people he barely knew or interacted with — and something inside told him that Klara knew the answer. The three respected her, it’s not hard to tell that the maid took care of them like how she took care of him when he first arrived. It’s quite likely that Freo already told her the reason, he’s willing to bet on it. 

Kaelix licked the dryness off of his lips, his throat suddenly felt sore for a minute. “...Can you tell me?” 

“..Kaelix” 

“I know I know, I shouldn’t ask” He placed the fork down on the plate, the sausage had long been forgotten by the person that should be eating them, “It’s just… If I’m going to be here, shouldn’t I know the real reason at least…?” 

Please

He looked at her with pleading eyes, desperate for her to tell him something — anything. He’s tired of being kept in the dark, he’s tired of people treating him like he’s an idiot, maybe if they stopped treating him like one he doesn’t need to act like he knows nothing. Maybe it’s for his own good that they’re not telling him, since surely it won’t be something as simple as he thinks — they are mafias for gods sake — but he’s done with it. He wants to know. 

Klara looked at Kaelix, his eyes practically begging her to answer his questions. She wants to help, she really does but not when your boss — or junior in this sense — doesn’t want anyone else to know. For one, even if she’s his senior, she is still first and foremost, working under him, Two, there’s no two, that is enough of a reason to keep her mouth zipped shut. Personally, she also didn’t want Kaelix to know the reason purely because it would affect him both physically and mentally if Freo found out. However…

“Are you sure you want to know?” 

Kaelix looks up at her, he finds himself hesitating at her words. He sighed out, he might regret it later on but it would be a future him problem at this point. “Yes”

“I see” She nodded, her face unreadable to Kaelix. “Unfortunately, I’m afraid I can’t tell you what I know” 

His heart sank, he knew it would happen but he couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed. “Ah… It’s okay… Sorry for asking”

“But” The maid couldn’t help but smile when the boy looked up at her again, “Maybe they can”

“They?”

And that’s how he ended up in the car, being driven to god knows where. The only thing that he could get out of her was a “Don’t worry, it’s someone the two of us knew” —— not that it helped ease his mind that much. It didn’t take long for Klara to urge him out of the car, when he did the first thing he saw was the sign ‘Clinic’ hanging up above the store. He stood under the sun staring at the building, a part of him is both excited and nervous that he might actually learn a few things about himself that he never knew of, but another part? He wants to run away, he wishes to escape from a reality he might not accept about himself. His fingers curled around on the hem of his shirt, taking a long deep breath before he followed Klara into the building. 

“Welcome to KRISIS Clinic, what can I do for you…” Someone familiar spoke out in a monotone yet obviously tired voice from he didn't counter, not even looking up to check who just walked through the door. 

Klara giggled, “I see you’re in good shape Sir Wilson” 

“Oh, hi Klara. Wasn’t expecting to see you, came here to restock?” 

“Yeah I am. Oh, I also brought someone for a small checkup” 

“Checkup..?” Wilson looked a bit behind and there stood a man taller than the maid, how he didn’t see him is a question that only the blonde knows the answer to.

“H-hi” 

“Ah Kaelix, nice to see you again” Wilson didn’t sound surprised when he saw the boy, “I hope the plushy is doing well too?” 

“It is, I’ve been hugging it to sleep every night”

He said a bit too enthusiastically. The blonde only nodded at him, writing down a few things on paper before directing Kaelix to wait for his call near an empty spot in the clinic. Klara, along with Wilson, both went into a room, it seems that it isn’t the first time the maid had come to this clinic before. The room he’s in is technically empty, no other patients or customers in sight, the quiet atmosphere somehow only made his beating heart all the more obvious. He tried to distract himself by looking around the room. The room itself is clean and tidy, there are a few pictures hanging around the wall here and there, overall a very normal clinic you could find anywhere, only difference is that it's owned by possibly another mafia gang… Wilson may seem normal but if he’s close with them, odds are he’s also an ex-mafia at best. His entire body tensed up when he heard Wilson calling him from one of the many rooms, 

“Kaelix, you can enter now” 

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Zali was… surprised, to say the least, that out of all customers today, the boy that the trio had been curious of ever since Wilson bought him up, is here, in front of their very eyes. Saying he’s not interested would be a lie. Thanks to his mask, his expression was hidden away from the boy when he entered the room, where all eyes landed on him immediately. He observed him from where he sat, a boy probably around his 20s, young, tall, good-looking and quite skinny for someone like him — He guesses having a perfect figure runs in the Debonair family… what’s with the bandages around his arm though? The medic could tell under their watchful and observing gazes on him, his nerves grew bigger than it already was. While he was being lowkey about it, Vanta certainly wasn’t with how he’s eyeing him from head to toe so boldly, he didn’t even try to hide it. Before Wilson can lecture the titan, Zali coughed into his fist, grabbing everyone’s attention. 

“Welcome, Mr Debonair. Please, take a seat” He gestured towards the chair beside Klara, to which he sat down comfortably. Zali gave off a calming aura that made Kaelix relaxed instantly, the nervousness from before was thrown to the back of his head. Albit dangerous if you ask him but, well, this is Kaelix they’re talking about. He thanked Wilson before taking over the clipboard handed to him, he gave a quick glance as he spoke, “Klara had briefly mentioned about your checkup to me today, I had an idea of what you needed” 

“Really..?” Kaelix questioned with an obvious hesitant tone. 

“Yes, however—” Zali placed down the clipboard, golden yellow eyes met blue ones, the kind and gentle medic suddenly shifted to a serious one. “For us to truly help you, we need direct request from the patient” 

After all, with how the boy is already among them, they would be breaking the hidden rules within the Mafia if he were to lend a hand. However, it would be different if he were to request it first, it would be much easier to make up excuses than to create them out of lies. The risks are smaller, Zali would rather take that path than to put his team into danger. At the corner of his eye, he could spot Wilson and Vanta shooting glances at the medic, even Klara looked towards his direction, but he paid them no mind as he focused on the white-haired boy. Confusion, hesitation, and most importantly, fear — all of them were shown on his face, all the ex-Mafia members could tell easily with how his emotions are written out loud, he could see why Freo could take control over him so easily now. 

Zali didn’t rush him, neither did anyone in the room did, they all already knew what they’re getting themselves into, there’s no rushing it. Kaelix, however, clearly doesn’t have the boldness to step forward. Sure, he’s curious, yes, but there’s a reason why the pandora box stays closed. You’ll never know what trouble awaits you when you open it, curiosity can quite literally kill you if you’re not careful enough, especially when he’s surrounded by, for better words, killers. 

Perhaps Klara noticed his distress as she gave a gentle pat on the boy’s shoulder, “If you changed your mind, we could always return. There’s no need to force yourself, Kaelix” 

Kaelix turned to look at her, his mind going towards a thousand directions that made his head hurt. He was glad that no one was talking, but the silence in the room only made the noises in his head all the more loud than it should, it was killing him. Can I really trust them? Do I want to know the reason? Can I accept that part of me if I do? The voices grew, each one dropping more and more doubt onto him that made it difficult to breathe. He had a strong feeling that whatever past he had was the reason why Freo is the way he is now, but at the same time, he’s scared. Accepting this would also mean he would be finding out about his parents, the same parents that abandoned him years ago. He bit the insides of his cheek, the grip on his clothes unintentionally tightened. 

“… Maybe it’s best if we don’t do the checkup” Klara spoke, more specifically to Zali, to which he nodded in understanding. 

“No worried about it, I’ll have Vanta send you two back—”

“No,” Kaelix suddenly spoke up, voice soft yet firm, as if he’s trying to drown out any doubts in his mind by acting strong. “I- I want to do it. Whatever treatment you have, just do it” 

Zali didn’t reply, instead he looked towards Klara’s direction. The maid seemed hesitant herself despite the boy’s approval, it took a while for her to finally give in and nodded. He could tell that she cared greatly for the boy, he’s sure if Zali were to lay a finger on him, his hand would probably fly in the other direction. 

“Alright then, in that case, I’ll do a small preparation” The medic stood up, clipboard in his hand as he gestured for Wilson to come with him. “Vanta, dear, bring him to the other room would you? Don’t scare him too much, hm?” 

“I would never, but I’ll try” 

And tried he did — Vanta wasn’t even trying to be scary, but then again, if a man that’s obviously bulkier, more handsomely looking — if he does say so himself — hands and face covered with scars were to accompany you beside, anyone normal would at least be wary. Kaelix, despite being uncomfortable around him, still allowed Vanta to lead him down to their shared house before guiding him to Zali’s personal office. He gestured to Kaelix to sit on one of the many empty beds before he waited in the room along with the boy. Vanta tried to ignore the stares Kaelix is giving him, not because of awkwardness or anything, no. He was used to being stared at, usually with caution or disgust filled within their gazes, yet his gaze had none of that and he’s not used to it. 

“Say, boy” Vanta spoke, grabbing his attention. “Have the boys treated you well?” 

“A-ah?” The white-haired boy followed his gaze to his hand — his wrist to be exact. “Oh… Y-you misunderstood, most of these are old wounds by now” 

Most of it…Vanta gave a short hum in response. He thought the conversation would end there, that is until Vanta suddenly walked up to him before beginning to inspect him from every possible angle he could think of. For a minute, Kaelix wanted to run, not because of any danger whatsoever, but more of embarrassment. 

A cup on his face, “Oohh, you have great skin, you should teach me your skin care routine someday”. A lift of his arm, “Hmm… you should eat more. Maybe if Freo trains you a bit, you’ll definitely bulk up easier too. Maybe you can grow abs too” A gentle tug of his turtleneck shirt that he managed to throw together at the last minute, “Simple yet fashionable, you have quite the taste in fashion huh. No wonder you got along with Willy so easily” 

Kaelix could feel the tip of his ears heating up, from embarrassment or happiness of someone complimenting him so much, he doesn’t know either. 

“Thank you..?”

“Vantacrow, but just call me Vanta” The Titan said, his mouth still mumbling how nice the fabric of his clothes felt. Well… Klara bought it for him which explains the quality … and the price for it he supposed. “You’re a nice kid huh”

“Eh?” 

Vanta smirks before ruffling Kaelix’s hair, messing it up in the process. “I was wondering why those three were interested in you, guess I know the reason now haha. If those three gave you a hard time, tell me, I’ll give them a little lecture” 

“Ah- N-no, I’m treated quite well” Not really, but it wasn’t bad bad, at least he’s alive..?

“Is that so?” The man laughed. The door to the office opened just when Vanta was done playing with his hair. 

“Ah, I see you two are having a nice conversation” 

Vanta shrugs, “Well someone has to keep the boy company from his nerves” 

“Much appreciated darling,” Zali gave a short peck on his cheek. “Wilson and Klara are waiting outside, keep them company for me will you?” 

“Will do”

Zali closed the door but not before giving another peck as per his request, to which the medic played along before he was out of the room. Zali moved slowly, placing down the paper he was holding in his hand in front of his computer before he took off his white coat, gently pulling a chair towards Kaelix before he sat down near him. The way he moves felt so comforting to watch, his gracefulness would never make you guess that he too was once part of the Mafia. 

“I apologise for the long wait Kaelix” 

“Don’t worry, it’s alright. I’m not in a rush or anything” The boy spoke carefully.

“Seems like Vanta did successfully take your nerves away” Zali chuckled, “Before I start, I’ll explain a few simple rules. The method I’ll be using on you is called Hypnotherapy, which in short is just Hypnosis. There will be some things that will make you… rather uncomfortable, but even so I won’t interfere with the treatment unless necessary” 

Kaelix nodded, did he understand any of it? Part of it, but not the whole picture. He didn’t fight back when Zali asked him to lay on top of the bed, nor did he say anything when the medic dimmed down the lights or closed the curtains either. But it did make the nerves in his stomach return. 

“Are you comfortable?”

“Y-yeah” 

“Don’t worry, nothing will harm you here, at least not physically. If things go smoothly, you’ll be awake in roughly 1 hour time” Zali smiles at him, “Alright, I will begin now” 

Kaelix's eyes followed the movement of Zali’s hand carefully, how his fist moved above his head with a certain distance before he released his hand, letting the item dangling on his ring finger drop abruptly but not enough to hit his head. 

“Follow the clock” 

Zali softly whispered, hands moving just enough for the clock to sway left and right. The boy’s eyes watches as it sways in front of him, the slow motion makes his eyes droop as he continues to follow it. He wasn’t sure how long he had been looking at the moving clock, he did, however heard the medic mumbling something before his eyes fully closed, letting him into a quiet and peaceful slumber. 

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Klara carefully balanced the tray within her hands as she climbed up the steps once again, she already delivered dinner to Kaelix in his room. Since they came back from the clinic, the boy returned to the state he once was when he first came into the mansion — quiet, distant and overall a very depressed-like state. Klara sighs, she was grateful that KRISIS had tried to help her but she wonders if what she did was the right thing, or did it only hurt him more. Regardless, what’s done has been done, she could only hope he opens up to her soon. She stopped in front of the man’s door, using one hand to balance the tray while trying to knock on the door with her now free hand. It didn’t take long for him to reply with an “Enter”, and that’s what she did.

“You haven’t been joining Zeal and Seible for dinner lately, those two have been missing you” Klara smiles, ignoring the blood stained towels and bandages on the bed. Freo didn’t look up at her, too focused on bandaging up his injured arm to care. “Has something been bothering you?” 

“I’m not really in the mood to join them, I'd rather eat alone than ruin the atmosphere downstairs” He states, throwing aside the blood-stained clothes for a clean one. “I have a question” 

“Hm?”

“Did you take Kaelix somewhere today?” He asks, voice calm yet cautious. “He’s locking himself up again” 

“Ahh, he did, didn’t he?” The maid chuckles, before she goes quiet, trying to think of the words to reply. But clearly Freo already knew what happened, of course he did, he’s not the boss of his gang for no reason. 

“I’m not trying to pin the blame on you, senpai…” Freo sighs, “It’s just- why?” 

“I feel it’s unfair for him to be here,” Klara spoke, tone soft yet firm. “The least I could do is let him know why, no?” 

“… What good is it for him to know?” 

“Freo,” The maid stepped forward, squatting down a bit so she could look at the boys’ eyes who’s looking down at the floor of the bedroom. “I know it’s also unfair to you… but you can’t blame him when it’s not fully his fault…” She spoke in the gentlest tone she could muster, talking him down slowly without being straightforward. 

Yet Freo averted her gaze coldly, “… I’ll have my meal now, alone. I’ll… bring the plates down later” 

Klara sighs, but doesn't push it. “Understood, I’ll take my leave then” 

She thought it wouldn’t be long till the boy would be back to normal, it’s not the first time she’s seen him being consumed by his nightmares, if anything, she’s glad he didn’t take out his anger outside. God forbid the amount of people he had sent to the hospital before as a mere child was still impressive to Vanta. What she didn’t know was that Freo has been continuously having these nightmares for weeks, if not, months by now, ever since Kaelix was bought in to live with them. Each time, he would be awoken by those repeated scenes of blood and dead bodies looking back at him in horror, what’s worse is since every nightmare he encountered would just replay the same thing over and over – like a never ending samsara – the picture has been engraved into his memories.The only thing he could do is to distract himself so his mind would be too busy to even think of those memories, but of course that means sacrificing his resting hours. Barely getting little to no sleep at all, the only reason he hasn’t collapsed is thanks to his trusty coffee and very short naps here and there. But even so, it’s tiring. He sighed as he laid on his bed, glancing at the time right now, it’s two in the morning. The mafia could just drop dead right now and get some well-needed rest, but alas, he refuses to be haunted by those memories again. Sigh, the man brought his hand up to his temple, trying to smooth out his goddamn headache that has been bothering him for hours now, yet to no avail. 

‘You knew it wasn’t his fault, didn't you?’ A faint voice at the back of his head can be heard.

“No… it is his fault. Everything is” He mumbled, he can feel his own body tensing up.

‘But is it really?’

“...Fuck off” 

‘He’s a victim too’

“...He’s not”

‘He is. And you know it’

“...”

‘He wasn’t supposed to be here-’ 

…Fuck. Freo suddenly stood up, shutting any voices in his head as he went out of his room. He needed some fresh air. As he walked down the steps of the already pitch black mansion – The maids have long went into dreamland while Zeal and Seible… well who knows where those two went off to – Freo didn’t bother turning on the lights when he slid the window to the balcony open, letting the cool breeze hit his face and calming down ever so slightly, perhaps he let his guard down too much as he failed to notice another figure that was already standing there, looking at the mafia with a surprised – no longer fear – expression. 

“...H-hi”

Freo stared. Did he say the wind calmed him down? Yeah, no nevermind that, he can feel the headache coming back when he sees white. His face remained expressionless but he can feel his mood going sour immediately, “Why aren’t you asleep yet” 

“I- Uhh, was just trying to get some air?” 

Freo raised an eyebrow at him, to which Kaelix shut up at it as his head laid low, like he could almost feel like he’s not welcome here. “I-I’ll leave…”

Freo sighs for the third time that day, “It’s fine. Just ignore me” 

This is going to be a long night…

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Birthdays

A day of celebration that’s supposed to be full of joy and laughter. Every child and teenager would look forward to that special day of theirs, the thought of being able to celebrate that moment with your friends and family, surrounded by love so full and bright. But to Seible? Celebrations were never a thing in his household, let alone something as useless as Birthdays. ‘Your birth isn’t something to be happy about. You’re just another worthless mouth to feed’ — was what he would often hear from his family. The more he grew older, the more it felt true that his birth wasn't worth bothering about. By the time he became an adult, he had already forgotten about everything, his family name, his parents and even, his birthday. 

Besides, what’s there to remember anymore? 

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The moon hung up high above in the sky, moonlight shining down below within the city, like glitter shimmering on the skyscrapers and buildings. Yet the alleyway, blocked from all lights and moonlight, remains dull and eerie, allowing most locals and visitors alike to avoid places like these as a hangout spot. Perhaps that’s why all crimes get loomed over by the shadows, left alone and forgotten till they rot. By the time the bodies were discovered, evidence would’ve been long gone by now. That's probably how Seible found himself in that same alleyway, blood spread onto his clothes, a smudge of red on his face and liquid dripping down from his gloved hands. His face, no longer the maniac smile and bright face pasted on anymore, no no. It is now replaced with a face similar to an emotionless person, eyes empty yet sharp, his aura enough to scare anyone that dares to come near him. 

He took a step forward to the man sitting on the floor, unable to escape due to being trapped at a dead end. His eyes looked up at the Mafia with fear, practically begging him to spare him. “W-wh— Get away from me!” 

He threw the knife in his hands towards his body, to which he caught it with ease. Big mistake pal, he thought. The last thing you would want to do when you’re trapped is to throw away the one and only thing that could protect you from harm, even worse when you just ‘gave’ them to your enemy like that. Then again, it’s not really his problem, is it? 

“Mr. Seible, why don’t we take care of him—”

“I didn’t ask you to speak” He interrupted, words cold and sharp, unlike the usual playful and teasing tone of the male. It scared the underlings standing behind him.

He knelt down to the man’s pathetic trembling figure, blue eyes staring down at him with boredom. He sighed, why choose this sort of route if you knew what would come when you did something wrong? When one is dragged into such things, you may be called innocent. But if one chose the path themselves, they had no right to feel scared for their own choices. It really made Seible feel sick being in denial for their own actions. 

“P-please, I- I promise I won’t do it again anymore! I-!”

“Excuses excuses.” He didn’t want to waste his time on people like them anymore, “You knew what would come the moment you chose to betray FuriFuri-chan don’t you?” 

“I- Yes I did think of it b-but I didn’t! I hadn’t done anything to—” 

Slash

Plop

The underlings didn’t dare make a sound as Seible took out the knife from the man’s face, letting his now soulless body drop dead to the floor, bloody liquid slowly seeping out from his face, the scene is horrifying indeed. But did he stop there? Of course not. He grabbed the man by the hair so hard he could feel his nails digging into his skin, with a clean and precise swing of his blade, the man’s head seperated from his body. Red poured out from his head, dirtying the floor and his shoes even more. However, that didn’t anger the brunette, no, he smiled at the head, satisfied with what he had done. 

“M-Mr. Seible-” “Catch” 

The underling panicked when Seible suddenly threw the bloody head towards their direction, even struggling to catch it without dropping it but thankfully he caught it, with the price of dirtying his clothes. 

“See that head” Seible pointed at it lazily, although his expression returned to the usual layback smile, they all swore they could see his eyes glowing at them, menacingly — A warning. They could feel their breaths stop unknowingly just by hearing his voice. “Be careful of your own actions, hm? Otherwise… you might regret it” 

No one replied, no one had the guts to. It hurts to even breathe around the Mafia. It is suffocating. 

“Pfft- Hahahaha! Why are you all so tense~” Seible laughed, if his hands weren’t so bloody he would’ve used them to wipe the tears that were coming out. “Relax~ You guys are under my care~ Gin-chan did say to look after you all~ I wouldn’t want to anger him. Well, unless you guys chose to point a gun behind our backs” 

“O-of course not Sir!”

Seible stared at them, then let out a playful smile. “Good good~ Now, clean up any evidence of us being here~ We wouldn’t want trouble from the police now, do we?” He sings, happily skipping to the car nearby. After all, it’s near dinner time, Freo would be cross with him if he’s late, again. 

“Yes Sir!”

“Oh, and” He turned around, looking at the one holding the head mischievously. “Hang that head up somewhere obvious~ I want people to admire it when they found him~” 

He hopped into the car and let it drive off the area. 

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“Goodness, you’re all covered in blood Seible” 

“Hehe~ It’s nothing Klara-senpai~ It’s not my blood~” Seible closed the door, allowing Klara to take off his jacket, possibly to wash it so the blood doesn’t fully absorb into the cloth. He thanked the maid for handing him a hot towel, allowing him to warm up and wipe the remaining blood off his body. He’s not fully cleaned, but at least he looks more presentable now. 

The brunette spotted the duo sitting in the living room. One reading their usual boring novel and the other had needles in his hand like he’s some mad scientist — well, he kinda is. Said mad scientist turned to his direction when he realized someone was standing there, “Okaerinasai Seible. You took a while, we were waiting for you”

“Aww, miss me~? You guys could’ve started dinner without me you know~” 

“We could’ve” Zeal walked over casually. One of his hands found its way around his waist, snaking him closer to his chest while the other tilted his head upwards by the chin. His skin felt cool to the touch, it nearly made him shiver. “But it would be quite rude. I’m not you after all” 

“Maybe~ But you love me for it, don’t you?” He purred back, his face inching closer to the taller mafia, challenging him to take a step further.  

“The food is going to get cold” 

The duo turned, looking at Freo who’s now standing at the dining table. The short male sighed, someone had to step in before things got too heated between them. Usually he wouldn’t bother stepping in to deal with their asses, but tonight is different after all. Dinner wasn’t really any different — with Freo being quiet the whole way, only commenting on stuff if necessary. Zeal and Klara are the ones that chose to entertain and indulge in Seible’s sick and twisted yappings, it was just like any usual dinners of theirs. He didn’t know why, he cherished times like these with them dearly. Being mafias would also mean their schedules not lining up, them being able to gather together in one place happens just once in a while, not to say its once in a blue moon, but Seible still misses their presence, believe it or not. He couldn’t put a finger on it, he never even misses his parents when he left home, so how is there a difference.

“Seible.” He looked up at Klara, the maid balancing some plates on both her arms with a smile on her face. Weird, didn’t they just have dinner? She placed down those plates in front of each of them which allowed Seible to finally see what she had brought in. 

“Cake?” 

“Mhm~ Specially for you” Klara hummed, handing a fork to the male. “Happy Birthday Seible~” 

Ah. Right. He forgot again, didn’t he? 

“Thank you Klaranyan~” He smiled, taking the fork before he observed the cake. The cake itself is red in color, not the blood kind of red, but the red that one would usually see on a fully bloomed rose — the kind of red that you would stare at and admire. Well, not that Seible could really see it. There were two layers of cream cheese in between the cakes, sandwiched firmly yet still looked delicious. And as a cherry on top, strawberries, sitting on top perfectly on a dollop of cream. “Is this?”

“Velvet cake” Klara replied, “You said you liked them right?”

“You remembered~? I’m so happy~” He smiled, like a kitty purring at its owner asking for affection. “Did you buy the cake too?”

“Buy? Oh no, the cake is made–”

Freo, who had been slowly eating the overly sweet cake bit by bit, suddenly cleared his throat that interrupted her from finishing her sentence, which somehow earned a chuckle from the bartender. “That’s not important. Today is your day, let’s focus it on you instead” 

“Freo’s right. You’re the star of the stage today, Seible” Zeal gracefully picked up a piece of his cake, placing the fork in front of his mouth with the same teasing smile he usually has. “Care to indulge me, darling~?”

Seible purred back, letting the man spoon feed the cake into his mouth, the subtle chocolate with sweet vanilla notes and a tangy flavor from the buttermilk, paired with its absolute moist and tender velvety sponge cake. It was addicting to the taste, to say the least. It was the only cake he had when he was a child, and he held on to this very cake ever since.

“How does it taste?”

“Delicious~ Are there more?” 

“Mmm…” Zeal pretended to think for a bit, before leaning closer to the brunette. Their faces were so close, they were practically touching each other. “If you want more, you could eat straight from my mouth dear~” 

“Cheesy~” He chuckled, “Not that I mind it~”

“I swear to god..” Klara giggled at how Freo mumbled in a low voice but loud enough for them to hear, “Can you two please be normal for once” 

“We are normal though~” Seible giggled. “The cake is delicious, thank you guys~ It’s been a while since I celebrated my birthday like this~” 

“Really now?”

“It's trueee” He pouted. He knows he’s usually full of twisted lies, but this time, it’s the opposite. Not that he avoided celebrating it openly, but it’s more of ‘he never had a reason to’ kind of thing. His parents never thought his birth was something they should be proud of, and they never will. They probably even forgot about him like he did. Even now, if you think a mafia and serial killer’s birth is worth celebrating, then you're probably sick in the head. 

“Then,” Freo spoke, voice calm and melodious enough to catch his attention. “We can start celebrating from here” 

Seible stared at him, his eyes lit up unknowingly. His chest suddenly felt light as his eyes met the other three. 

“Happy Birthday Darling~ Let’s celebrate your many birthdays that have yet to come together, hm~?” Zeal winked, before he turned to the person beside him. 

Freo sighed, putting down his fork before turning to Seible. “Happy Birthday Seible” 

It felt weird. Everything felt weird, like he’s living in a dream that wasn’t supposed to happen. The light atmosphere made everything feel so surreal. People told him it’s normal to feel happiness in your life, yet his life was the opposite, only filled with hatred and lies that shaped him into who he is today. So why does it feel so odd, is this what they say being happy feels like? 

Though… he would admit, it didn’t feel all too bad to be feeling this way. He smiled, not the teasing smile when he was outside running about, not the dangerous smile that stirs up trouble, none of that. A genuine smile, one that he never thought he was capable of doing. 

Maybe… birthdays aren’t too bad after all. 

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Warmth, comfy, safe — those are the first things he felt when his consciousness slowly came back to him, he felt something wrapped around him firmly, tight enough to feel safe but not enough to feel uncomfortable. He felt something beneath his back shifted, like it was adjusting their posture to a more comfortable one. He tried to pry open his eyes, and an image of a girl with white hair came into view. Everything around him felt blurry, his surroundings felt light — almost like he’s in a dream, his mouth opened, trying to speak but all that came out were cries. 

“Oh no, why are you crying?” The girl looked at him feeling panicked, “Mama’s here, don’t cry don’t cry-” 

He shut his mouth, and the crying stopped immediately — hold on, mama? The girl above him smiled, softly giggling at him while cooing how adorable he looks. She continues to communicate with him — although most of it feels like she’s talking to a baby — and even though Kaelix didn’t really understand half of what she’s talking about, he felt… warm. Not the warmth of his body, but the warmth that made him smile looking at the female. What is this feeling… It felt… weird. It’s not as if it’s his first time feeling this way, but at the same time, it’s different. He was reminded of how the caretakers in the orphanage playing with him when he felt left out by the other children, he thought back to when his teachers in class praised him for his grades and his first date with his ex, despite things not ending well, all of them made him feel warm and fuzzy inside. But this, he felt the same way, yet also different. It was like there’s an invisible bond between them that he isn’t aware of, it made him want more of it. 

“Oh, hello there” He looked back up to the girl after he realized he spaced out, but the girl wasn’t looking at him. “Is there something you need?” 

“… Yea” He heard a small voice of another child. A quiet and almost timid voice. “Mama said she’s looking for you..” 

“Ah… I see” She chuckled almost emptily. “Mmm, do you mind looking after my baby for a while, little one?” 

“… Eh? Uhm… O-ok” 

Kaelix was going to turn his head to see who she was talking to but before he could, the arms around him shifted, his back hitting the soft mattress of the bed that made him a bit sleepy. He heard someone whispering something to him before a soft and gentle kiss was placed on his forehead, yet she left before his eyes could open in time. Instead what appeared in front of him, was a child. A boy that looked oddly familiar than not…

The boy looked at him with curiosity in his eyes, yet for some reason, Kaelix felt a sense of uncertainty behind those pupils. “Uhm… hello..?” 

Kaelix managed to sneak his hands out of the blanket wrapped around him, his small grabby hands opening and closing like he’s asking for the boy to play with him, it somehow made the boy’s face look much softer at that. Although hesitant, the boy reached out to him, letting his tiny hands wrap around his index finger without problems, earning a tiny smile from him when Kaelix made a small noise of happiness. 

“Kaelix huh…. Pretty name” He mumbled to himself. “Even mama and papa said your eyes are pretty… Maybe that's why they’re after your parents..”

Kaelix's eyes slowly drooped close, trying so hard to open them again but to no avail — He was fine a minute ago, but he suddenly felt so sleepy… He couldn’t even hear what the boy was saying anymore. The way Freo’s hand also came up to pat his tummy in a steady yet gentle rhythm did not help him stay awake whatsoever, it only made him want to sleep more. As he gave a tiny yawn, his body fully rested into the blankets, his consciousness fully went blank once again. The next time his awareness is active again, it feels like he’s been hit by a rainstorm, literally. Needle-like raindrops prickled down his face, hitting on his skin that made them sting in pain; his body rocked back and forth uncontrollably, it made him want to puke. 

He didn’t know how long till he felt someone gently place him somewhere soft, somewhere away from the rain. Kaelix finally mustered his entire strength in his tiny body to pry open his eyes, his mom — he thinks — looked down at him, the boy can spot a lot of open wounds on her — both old and fresh. 

He opened his mouth, a soft sound coming from him can be heard. What happened?

His mom smiled, a smile so full of love, yet so full of regrets. She took out a small card in her hand — one that was prepared beforehand, like she knew it would come in handy one day — placing it tightly to his side of the basket he’s in before leaning forward, lips touching his forehead, gentle but weak words rang in his ears. 

“I’m sorry… Mama and papa love you, please… don’t forget that” 

He didn’t react, he didn’t know how to react. He could only watch as his mother wiped away the water dripped on his face — Was it perhaps tears or rainwater? He doesn’t really know. He’s still unaware of what’s happening, but he knows it’s nothing good of some sort. 

Don’t go-

She stood up, despite trembling in fear, she clearly made up her mind. 

Please don’t go- 

The last thing Kaelix could see were her blue ocean eyes looking at him, treasuring every second of being able to see him, alive. 

Please—

She ran back, ran back to where she was escaping. It’s not like there’s much meaning in living anymore, is there? If the gods above would allow her, her final wish would be…

To let him live a peaceful life.

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“Don’t go!” 

His upper body sat upright immediately, hand swinging upwards like he’s chasing after something that wasn’t there — well, not anymore, if the wall in front of him says anything. He blinked his blue eyes — once, then twice, till a drop of tear leaked out on the third, sliding down his cheeks till it dripped onto his hand. The boy could feel his body trembling slightly, yet everything felt so numb to him, everything felt like a dream, a nightmare. 

“Saw something unpleasant?” The man asked, sitting on a chair with his foot crossed over the other, playing with a pocketknife in his hand. He didn’t seem all that shocked that Kaelix reacted the way he did a minute ago. Besides, wasn’t Zali the one that was accompanying him, why is Vanta here now?

Despite the question in his head, his expression certainly didn’t tell much, the only word the ex-mafia could describe is him being tired, like an overworked student that hadn’t slept in days. Kaelix stared at Vanta blankly, he could tell realisation is slowly seeping into the white haired boy's brain as he slowly turned his head down, staring at his hands. His breathing is uneven, his body still shivering slightly, his unfocused eyes that probably doesn’t even know what he’s looking at — everything told Vanta what he needed to know of the boy’s state. Whatever he saw in his dreams — or rather, his memories — only hit the boy hard to reality. The man sighs, he didn’t need to ask to know what he saw, he could guess it one way or another, but he knew it definitely wasn’t a good memory to dig back up. 

He quietly walked towards him, sitting down on a small empty spot beside the boy without slipping. He raised his hand, hesitant. He was never good at comforting others, it was mostly Zali or Wilson doing the job back when they had to take care of Freo, but said duo had to deal with an urgent customer that came in half-way, so the medic entrusted the boy to him. Vanta placed his hand on his shoulder carefully, trying not to scare his soul out of Earth. 

“Hey,” He spoke, voice a bit unsure if he should even be talking. “Feeling alright?” 

For a second, Kaelix didn’t move, Vanta wasn’t even sure if he’s even breathing, at least till he slowly tilted his head to look at him, giving him a complicated look. Now, as a mafia — even a retired one — he could read others' expressions like an open book, all of them could. It’s a crucial skill that could make or break your life, he saw many die in several ways due to the fact they misread hidden messages behind those masks. A small curve on the lips, a bit on the insides of their cheek, a flicker in their eyes — everything, all of these can never escape his sharp eagle-like eyes. Yet Kaelix, his emotions are open, not a single lie or mask hidden behind him in sight, his feelings so exposed into the open air. It almost felt wrong. However, those aren’t what’s bothering him. Vanta looked into his eyes, his ocean blue eyes that seemed to have a lot of questions, begging for answers that would cure him. 

The man sighed, feeling regretful that he could not help the boy with his situation. “Kaelix, I-I’ll be honest, I wish I could help you. But it’s not my choice to tell a story that isn’t mine. It’s his” 

If Vanta still saw a hint of light in his eyes before, that light only became smaller as the slight change of his expression became more disappointed — at himself. His body felt heavier, his head dizzy as his brain started picking up more and more info that he wished he could just sleep it off. In the end, all Vanta could hear from was a small crack of his voice. “I understand…” 

And he couldn’t say anything, it’s a problem that’s not his to solve by prying into their businesses. The hand on Kaelix’s shoulder moved to slowly caressing soft fluffy hair, giving him a small sense of comfort. By the time Zali deemed him good enough to return, the sun from the horizon had already begun to set, awaiting for the night to come.

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The cool wind from the balcony hit his face, making him shiver from the slight coldness in the night. He had been here staring the bright city from afar for a while, how long was he planning to stand outside the cold? Well, he doesn’t know. If he could, he would probably stay here till sunrise, letting the cold numb his senses from what he experienced during the day. Well, that is until the Mafia suddenly came out from the mansion. Blue eyes looked sideways to where he stood, the man playing with Min’s soft fur as the creature meows, satisfied with the affection. He looked calm — too calm. The usual scary aura that was shown on him felt so different now, maybe it’s because Kaelix is used to it, or maybe because he had a thought on why he acts the way he is. When Freo’s eyes caught him staring, he turned away abruptly, like a child that got caught doing something wrong.

“Hey… uhm” He opened his mouth, eyes carefully glancing sideways to look at his reaction. As usual, there was none, he couldn’t read him at all. “I—”

“What did they show you” It wasn’t a question, it was a demand, a demand for the boy to answer him. The Mafia didn’t bother looking at him, his eyes focused on Min. He desperately needed something to stop his throbbing headache. “How much do you know” 

“I…” How much does he know? He isn’t sure either. His memory didn’t show him much, most of what he thinks he knows is just based on speculation and facts he knew living with them throughout the month. His hands that were holding each other tightened together, he felt like vomiting. “I’m not sure…”

Freo turned towards him — it felt like he was staring daggers into his soul. Useless, he could hear him mumbling. 

Kaelix secretly gulped, it’s either he finds out his answers today, or he dies. There’s no in between. “We… met before, didn’t we…?” He paused, trying to get an expression out of the man, but no matter how he looked, his face remained expressionless. He couldn’t understand what he’s thinking or if he’s even thinking at al. Of course he couldn’t, Freo has been in the mafia for who knows how long, if Seible nor Zeal could read him, what are the chances for him. “Your parents…”

“They died” Cold, harsh piercing words were his replies. Not an ounce of sadness was hidden in that tone of voice. 

“…Because of my parents?” He whispers, loud enough for the wind to carry his words to him. 

“What do you think” He takes out a cigarette — since when does he smoke? Unbothered by the way the wind seems to blow the smoke towards his face, if anything, he enjoyed it. “Funny isn’t it? We both lost our parents, yet your life is still so peaceful” He blew out a puff of black smoke again, eyes glaring at him sideways that spoke hatred, resentment. “It’s disgusting”

Kaelix felt a shiver down his spine. If looks could kill, he probably would’ve died a million times down to hell. 

“I… What did my parents do? T-They were also killed too… They’re also victims” 

“‘Victims’?” 

There is clear mockery in his voice, it left a sour taste in Kaelix. He watched as Freo threw the burnt out cigarette to the floor before walking towards him, the boy took a step back, trying to create as much distance as he could but alas, the fence avoided him from falling off the balcony while also stopping him from backing away any more. With a swift movement, Freo grabbed the fabric near his chest, pulling him down towards the same height as the Mafia. Red-purple eyes staring menacingly into his blue pupils. 

“If your parents hadn’t come over to seek help back then, my parents wouldn’t be dragged down along with you!” His voice echoed through the forest, uncaring how it’s currently the dead of night. Kaelix didn’t dare move, he couldn’t even find himself to breathe properly, at least not when Freo was glaring right into him. If he paid closer attention he would’ve noticed how the shorter male’s fist is trembling or how his breathing seems to be uneven. “It sickens me how your life can be so normal even after you ruined mine” 

Kaelix’s body trembled — From the cold? Or from the strong aura coming from him? He doesn’t know. If he hadn’t cried so much earlier before, he would definitely be crying now. 

“… I’m sorry” was all he could say. He couldn’t bring himself to say anything more. 

He let go of his shirt, he desperately needed to lay down before he faints. “Save it” 

“What can I do to repay you?” 

Freo raised an eyebrow towards him. While he’s already surprised that he is rather calm, he’s more taken aback he even offered it himself.

“That’s why you… took me in, right?” Kaelix reasons. 

“You wanted revenge”

Huff, another puff of smoke faded along with the breeze. The man didn’t agree nor deny what he said, but both of them knew the answer by heart. When Kaelix didn’t hear anything from him, he continued talking.

“But I don’t understand… you didn’t do anything to me, or at least not yet. But I don’t think you will” 

“Oh?” The shorter male raised his eyebrow, “What makes you say that”

“I-It’s just a guess…” 

“Bold accusation” With a last blow of smoke, he tossed the now flameless cigarette off the balcony, destroying any evidence of him smoking — he rather save himself an earful from his senpai, she always hated it when he smoked. 

“But I’m not wrong” Kaelix mumbled, loud enough for him to hear. 

“No, you’re not” To be honest, if he wanted to destroy him, he would’ve done so long ago. He figured the boy had already known that by now. “You said you wanted to repay me didn’t you” 

It felt weird having to look down at the mafia, given their height difference, it made him look so small. Kaelix nodded with no hesitation. 

Freo hums, he doesn’t know if he should feel impressed or surprised. He really doesn’t know what length he’ll go to to achieve his goal, even if it means putting his life on the line — or could he? “Fine by me. Tell me what you want”

“W-what?” His thought process halted for a moment.

“I’m not that heartless, since you’re willing to cooperate, I’ll grant you one thing you desire” He glanced at him, “Even your freedom” 

Freedom? He pondered… He never even thought about that when Freo asked what he wanted. It was strange, he thought it was something he really wanted, at least if you ask him a few months ago that’s what he would tell you. Yet now, he can’t say it ever crossed his mind he wants to be free of them, not anymore. It felt… nice, having someone to accompany him compared to being alone in his house. While he doesn’t approve of their messed up actions, at least they never treated him that bad. 

“My uni fees… I-I didn’t have any money to pay the remaining amount…and to return the money borrowed from my ex…so…”

“So you want me to pay them” He raised his eyebrows further. Is he seriously trading money over his freedom? And those money aren’t even for self-satisfaction 

“I want to borrow them” He replied, eyes glancing between his hands and Freo, seemingly unsure if that request was too much. After all, the money he needed is by no means a small amount. He could only pray he’s able to earn enough money to pay him back before his head gets chopped off. “Is that okay..?” 

While those two were busy talking the night away, they didn’t notice that two pairs of eyes were staring at their backs from inside the mansion. One particular pair practically staring at them, wondering what they’re so busy whispering about. It’s ridiculous, he’s known Freo for years, but if someone were to ask him if he knew his boyfriend — he wouldn’t lie, he doesn’t. He wants to, but it’s impossible, not when Freo built the wall around him, separating himself from the rest of the world. 

“Gin-chan~ You’re gonna burn a hole in their backs if you kept staring like that~” 

The bartender didn’t answer, but he did tear his gaze away from them with a sigh. It’s tiring, he’s tired of trying. 

“Still hadn’t made up with Furi-chan~?” 

“I’m not in the mood to play with you today Seible” He pushed his face away, his teasing tone only adding more annoyance to his temper. 

“Someone’s in a sour mood~” 

Zeal didn’t reply, only ignored the brunette as he made his way to the second floor, leaving Seible alone downstairs. 

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The door to the living room slid open, finally letting Freo the chance to warm himself up as he closed the door behind him. Kaelix had excused himself to his room when they finished their talk, he couldn’t lie, he was surprised that the boy willingly submitted himself to his plan. Perhaps it’s out of guilt, he didn’t back away even after he knew what he’s agreeing to. At the very least, it saved Freo a lot of time, thankfully. 

He sat on the couch nearest to the balcony, his body finally had the chance to rest up a little. He took out his phone, deciding to send a message to some of his senpais — after all they’re due for work a few weeks later, might as well plan it a little more earlier now, he could only hope he wasn’t bothering them at a time like this. The man was about to finish typing when his phone suddenly flew up from his hands.

“… Seible” 

The brunette chuckled, “Good evening~” 

“You’re not asleep” Freo sighs. 

“Neither are you” 

He tosses his phone aside to the other couch before looking at Freo again. Although the room is dark, his eyebags are darker and obviously visible to Seible. What am I going to do with you… 

Seible slowly took his arm, gently tugging him as Freo followed without complaints. The promoter slotted himself on the sofa, letting his body lay on the leather couch at a comfortable position before he reached his hand out to Freo, welcoming him into his embrace. The latter stared at him, half heartedly wanting to just push him away, but he knew Seible wouldn’t take no for an answer. With an annoyed sigh, he gave in. He climbed on top of him before his body fully sank into his hug, to which Seible giggled in satisfaction as his boyfriend nuzzled into his neck. Their legs below fully tangled into each other, his hands hugging his waist firmly, making no room for him to escape, not that he was planning to. The duo laid there, silent, only their breathings can be heard in the quiet room.

“You were smoking” Seible started, “Stressed?” 

During the first year of meeting Freo, he was usually seen smoking at the club. People first thought it was an addiction but no, they missed the way Freo would only take out a cigarette when he’s stressed about situations. A coping mechanism to let out his stress, although it’s unhealthy, it’s much more effective than killing, there’s not much people in the world for him to kill after all. Yet not long after, he stopped, not completely but rather decreasing the amount of times he would smoke in a year — the reason? Because Seible and Zeal are with him, physically and mentally, and they knew this. 

Freo merely hummed, his hug on the boy beneath him tightened just by a tiny bit, but he could still feel it nonetheless. Seible didn’t question it any further, opting to let one of his hands comb through his smooth teal-like hair instead. He would be lying if he said he didn’t like it when the mafia is within his arms like this, cuddling into the night with no worries to deal with, sharing their body heat as they lay together, talking or not. 

“… Are you not going to ask?” Freo whispered, it wasn’t loud but he knew Seible could hear him. 

“Hm~? Ask to marry you~? How bold” He teases

Freo groaned in annoyance, “I meant what we were talking about earlier… with Kaelix… I know you two are curious” 

Seible hummed, he’s not wrong, he is curious. The mafia never does anything without a reason — unlike him. He giggled. 

“I am” He admits, “K-chan is adorable, I’m glad you took him in, regardless of the reason” 

Freo didn’t move, nor did he reply. He simply laid there, letting Seible play with his hair without making a fuss. 

“Though… I guess the reason isn’t important to me” A pause, “I trust you after all” 

Trust. Such an easy word — well, easier said than done. He trusted his parents to know what they were doing, he trusted that letting Kaelix and his parents stay at their house wasn’t a problem. And look where that got him. He couldn’t find it within himself to give away those trust anymore. And now that there are people willing to give away their trust — their hearts — to him, despite not returning it to them, it didn’t sit right with him. 

“…You shouldn’t” 

He could feel the hand on his head stopped moving, the other hand around his waist loosened as Seible leaned backwards enough to look at Freo, but not enough to pull away from the hug. His hand reappeared on his cheek, guiding him down to a small kiss on his forehead, then on the side of his eye, his cheek and even his nose — like a follower devoting his love to the leader, cherishing him, perhaps even worshiping. 

“But I do. If you want to use me, frame me, or even kill me,” He fingers slid down his chin, pressing a short yet deep kiss, not even giving a second thought when he whispered. “I’ll still trust you” 

Freo stared blankly at Seible, his still expression not giving out anything on how he’s feeling at that moment, before he chose to hide his face in his neck again. “You’re crazy…” He whispered back. Yet his hug around the brunette never loosened, even sinking deeper into his arms. 

Seible could only giggle, snuggling deeper into the couch cuddling with his partner, letting the silent night eat away their time till the sun begins to rise for the next day to come. 

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“Surprise!” 

Kaelix stood there, a certain cat that came into his room a while ago laid comfortably in his arms while his surprised face remained unchanged. Klara stood in front of him smiling, with both Zeal and Seible following behind him, and in her hands — a cake, Or to be specific, a birthday cake that’s shaped like the monkey plush Wilson bought him a few months ago. 

“W-what’s this about?” 

“What else could it be about K-chan~?” 

Kaelix didn’t answer him, his eyes never looked away from the trio, too shook that he forgot to open his mouth to reply. 

The maid probably guessed it as she gave a tiny giggle that broke the boy out of his train of thoughts, “This cake is made for you dear”

“Happy Birthday darling” “Happy Birthday K-chan~!” “Meww~” 

Two — Three? — voices rang in his ear at once did it finally hit him, they’re celebrating his birthday. Is it a big deal to be made out of? No, of course not, it’s normal isn’t it? After all, being able to celebrate your day of birth with friends or family is something people would do. Maybe he’s the abnormal one, but living in an orphanage where workers have to take care of nearly hundreds of children and teens doesn’t really give you the luxury of celebrating every festival on the calendar, not even your birthday — some kids don’t even know their birthdates, Kaelix has been one of the luckier ones at that. To him, not celebrating is normal, he didn’t even complain when his ex told him to save money on celebrating his birthday — well, thinking about it now it’s kind of a red flag isn’t it… 

“K-chan~ Don’t daydream now~ The cake’s gonna melt!” Seible grabbed his arm, to which Min leapt down from his arms with a sassy look towards the Mafia, and pulled him to the dining area. Klara placed the cake down in front of him with a small singular candle on top of the monkey’s head before gesturing to the boy to sit down, and he did. 

“How did you all know?” He doesn’t remember telling them anything about his personal infos. 

“Hm? Hacking and gathering patron’s data is a part of our job darling~” The bartender winked. “Don’t overwork that pretty head of yours now” 

Right— So in short, they hunted down his infos. Actually, why is he even surprised.

But, well… He turned towards the cake, admiring the small details on top of it. The two dots acting as eyes with the cat-like smile on its face made the cake too adorable for him to eat, sunflowers placed on one side of its ear as decoration. Every single detail and hard work can be seen, and somehow… he felt touched. 

He looked away from the cake, seemingly searching the mansion for someone’s figure that was nowhere to be found. “… Is Freo not back yet?” 

“Ah, Furi-chan had some matters to deal with~ So he might not be back~” The promoter flashes his mischievous smile at him, like he’s not lying straight through his innocent face. It’s not technically a full on lie, Freo did have his own reasons for not coming, he just didn’t know why. “But you have us, no~?” 

“I-I guess so” 

Zeal stared — observed — him, like he could see through his worries. He quietly put away his phone, moving his hand towards his head, gently patting his fluffy hair. “If you like, we could save a slice of cake for him for when he’s back, hm?” 

Kaelix stared at the man, his mouth opening and closing, struggling to convey what he’s thinking. It felt weird, why is he feeling this way? “S-sure… By the way, this doesn’t have any citrus in it right?”

“What?” Zeal chuckled, “Scared we’ll poison you?” 

“That’s not what I meant!” He squeaked, his voice somehow going higher than a girl’s voice. “I-I’m just allergic”

“We wouldn’t choose such a lowly way if we wanted to end you K-chan~” He giggled, “You’re so adorable~” 

“I said that’s not what I meant!” 

Klara giggled along, it felt like she’s watching three kids playing together on a play date. No matter how old they grew, they’re still like little children in her eyes. “Now now, we still need Kaelix alive, you two” She bent forward slightly, lighting up the candles with elegance before pushing the cake closer to the birthday star. “Here, make a wish” 

And he did, his eyes closed with his hands linked together in front of him — it felt a bit silly doing it as an adult, but if it’s his first birthday with them then he might as well make the most out of it. Not long after, he blew the candles out, the small string of smoke flying in a certain direction of where he just blew. 

“Cake time~!” Seible sang

Kaelix watches as Klara slices the cake equally — the face of the monkey slowly falling apart that it almost made him sad — uncaring of the playful banters Seible and Zeal are doing behind her. The big room is echoed with chatter and perhaps some laughter between them, it made him feel less of an outcast than he actually is. It may not be the most normal birthday he celebrated, but at the very least, he isn’t alone this time. 

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The streets outside had long been emptied, the street light flashing outside the closing sign on the door that signified the last hours of business for the day. With the last flick of the switch, the clinic went completely dark as two of the remaining staff made their way down to the basement, or rather, their home. 

“I’m dead beat” He whined as he stretched out his arms, letting the tiredness finally seeping into his bones. “Why are there so many patients today” 

“It’s not that bad, Wilson dear” Zali chuckled, giving a small kiss on his forehead as a reward that only made the ex-hitman blush. The medic glanced towards the living room, a certain green caught his eye. 

“Wow, making out without me? I’m hurt” A certain someone walked over with a smile, welcoming his two lovers home. Sadly he was pushed away by Zali in the face who was more concerned why he’s here. 

“I thought it’s Kaelix’s birthday today, right? You’re not heading back?” He questions. 

Freo placed the wine glass down with a clink, his expressionless face saying nothing but everything the trio needed to know. “… He’s not comfortable around me. It’s probably best if I don’t show my face” 

“Is that so?” Zali hums, glancing towards both of his partners, signaling for some alone time between him and Freo. Having worked together for more than a decade, naturally they got the signal and decided to go order takeout, leaving the two of them alone as desired. 

“… Something to say senpai?” Freo raised an eyebrow, his eyes following Zali as he sat on the opposite side of him. 

“Freo we’ve all been taking care of you for years now, the ‘senpai’ isn’t necessary” 

“It’s rude” 

“Mayhaps, but it’s not like any of us minded it. Vanta has been dreading that you still call him senpai you know” Zali chuckled, recalling how Vanta was practically whining to him the other day. 

Freo stayed quiet, opting to swirl his glass watching the wine creating a tiny vortex, observing it like he’s waiting for a miracle to happen — which of course, didn’t. At some point, he heard Zali asking him ‘What are you thinking?’ with the softest tone he heard him using. If you hadn’t known him for years, you wouldn’t have thought those soft and gentle hands were once covered in blood before. 

“What I’m thinking?” He replied flatly, his eyes focused on the red in his glass than at Zali. Well, honestly, he doesn’t know. Too many thoughts running in his mind that it almost hurts to think any more, yet too little words are able to describe them properly. “Nothing in particular…” 

The medic hums, but he could see right through him, he didn’t raise the now “cold-blooded” mafia for nothing you know — like a mother could tell what their child wanted for dinner without them saying anything. He felt quite helpless. From the moment they chose to take him in, the wall built around his tiny body had already been constructed in place, reaching him was impossible even for them. It took them endless trial and error, consistency of giving to the boy for him to take down those walls little by little, allowing them to get closer to Freo. They came to care for the tiny boy they took in on a whim. But now, it feels like those walls have been rebuilt again, isolating himself from the rest of the world, bottling those feelings are never good for one’s health, mafia or not. 

They didn’t know what happened to him specifically. With a little research here and there, they’re able to piece together parts of the story, but it’s never the full thing. It’s not like Freo gave the permission to ask him either, so it still remains a mystery. 

“Freo” He speaks in a tone that says ‘look at me’. When red-purple eyes landed on him, he smiled. 

“I know what you’re trying to do, all of us do. Of course, we won’t get in your way, you’re old enough to do what you want” He casually slides his wine glass across the table, “But you’re hesitating” 

“…”

“Why is that?” 

The mafia bit down on his lips, his eyes looked down to focus on the patterns on the table instead. He didn’t want to answer, he didn’t know how to answer — and honestly, he doesn’t even know if he has an answer for that. 

Upon seeing his perfectly masked but troubled state, Zali merely chuckled as he stood from his seat. He gently placed his hand on top of his head, “You don’t have to answer that. I told Wilson to buy you dinner too, stay a little longer with us? It’s been a while since you came over for a meal” 

“… Yea, sure” Freo mumbled, uncaring how Zali messed up his hair. 

The medic walked towards his room after he’d done playing with his hair before he suddenly halted, “Freo, just a little advice from this old man”

“… hm?” 

“I know I said you’re old enough now, you’re allowed to think what you want but… Don’t let the hatred blind you, you might regret it” 

And he’s off,  much to Freo’s relief — leaving him alone with his thoughts in the living room. He swirls the remaining wine in the glass, using it to stare into the void before he feels another headache appearing at the back of his head again. 

Fuck it

With a big gulp, he drank all of the wine in one go, dunking down every last drop of liquid before the others eventually returned. Not one of them mentioned the obviously tired state of the mafia… Well, perhaps it’s better this way. 

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It had been days since he talked with Freo, also the last time he’s seen the man. That’s not the only thing he noticed, he also realised that lately the dead quiet mansion is now filled with noises. What once was an empty house seven days a week, two particular figures filled that emptiness, mostly during early mornings to late afternoons. Familiar names that he called out to so often, it almost felt natural to him now. 

Seible would always be there to greet — shock — him when he wakes up, leaping into his bed without permission and hugging his sleepy body while giggling — like a child who caught his parents by surprise, using him as a cuddle partner till he’s satisfied. If Klara wasn’t there to tell him off, they would’ve laid there till evening or maybe even the whole day, much to his delight. Zeal is much better though, as the bartender would take him outside for some fresh air when he’s not busy — well, doing mafia stuff. He’d let him walk freely as he wishes, with him following not far behind Kaelix of course, at least it isn’t the other way around, so he still has some sort of freedom. Sometimes he would even mix drinks for him to have a taste, alcohol free of course. When those two aren’t present, Klara would make sure he’s not alone. Baking, teaching Min new tricks or even helping with chores, she would always ask Kaelix for help, assuring that he always had company — or maybe so someone could make sure he doesn’t try to commit suicide again. As for Freo… well, he doesn’t know. He hasn’t seen him till that ‘talk’ they had. 

There are times where he nearly forgot he’s living in the house of a literal mafia, surrounded by three killers who probably had fun being showered in blood. It felt wrong, he shouldn’t be content with this, he shouldn’t be glad that they’re accompanying him, heck he should be getting rid of them, not getting closer! 

He breathes out a long and heavy sigh, if he could, he would’ve escaped this place long ago. The book he borrowed from Seible suddenly seemed useless to him — not that he was reading it in the first place. He doesn’t need to know the difference in usage between guns and knives, it’s not like he’ll be using them. Just as he was pondering what he’s doing for the rest of the day, a knock on the door caught his attention, then came Zeal’s face. 

“Am I bothering you darling?” His ever deep voice spoke, a smile that seemed so sweet it felt unreal. “We need to help you measure your body for a little” 

“Uh, okay?” He placed the book aside, watching the man talking to someone outside before his footsteps echoed down the hallway. What does measuring my body even mean??

Two girls entered his room not long after, greeting him with a smile as they bowed their heads. A girl with long baby pink hair that’s tied into a side ponytail, the streaks of hot pink and purple on her bangs reminded him of the streaks Seible had in his hair, her small heart-shaped ahoge standing above made her seem even cuter than she is. She dawned a simple off-shoulder outfit with an overall checkered pattern dress outside of that same outfit, even with socks that are very different in design. She almost looked like a living doll — also, is she wearing an eyepatch? 

While she has the vibe of someone that’s a huge fan of pink lolita fashion, the other one on her left had a totally different idea. Her outfit that seemed all too complicated for Kaelix to fully understand what she’s wearing, he could only say it’s a dress that’s coloured in black at the bottom and white at the top, decorated with heart-shaped metals over her waist along with some dangling chains on her skirt. To allow some coverage on her arm, she chose a puffy yet fashionable jacket that reminded him of goth fashion to pair with the look. Meanwhile, her silver hair faded into hot pink was tied up into pigtails while pins of ribbons and flowers alike were decorated on the front of her bangs. 

Overall, he didn’t know why two cute girls were invited into his room but… they look nice at least?

“Are you Kaelix?” The pigtail girl asked, “Dang, you are taller than I thought. I hope your head bumps into the door every time you reach for the cabinets on top”  

Ok nevermind, he takes back what he just said. 

“Reimu! Don’t be so rude!” The other girl grabs onto her jacket while she lectures, turning to Kaelix with an apologetic smile. “Sorry about that, she’s just jelly she’s short”

A scoff, “I am not!”

“Anyways, my name is Maria and this is Reimu~ We’ll be taking your measurements today! It won’t take up too much of your time, you can go back to reading later” 

“Ah… well, I’m not exactly reading it anyways”

“Bruh, only nerds read” Reimu stares at Kaelix, “Alright let’s get started, I don’t want to get nagged at”

Reimu grabbed a measuring tape from Maria’s bag and walked towards him, Kaelix felt her dead eyes staring into his soul before she moved to grab a stool near his bed. While Maria took out a chalkboard and flipped through the pages to make sure everything was set for them.

“Uhm, do I need to do anything?”

“Nope~ Just stay still while she takes your measurements” Maria kindly explains, her voice reassuring enough to not give a panic attack to Kaelix.

“Hold your hands up into a T-pose if you will” Reimu orders, holding the item like she’s gonna strangle him if he doesn’t obey. So he did, holding the pose so still he felt like a statue. 

“… May I ask, what is this for, actually?” Kaelix turns to look at Maria. 

“Oh? It’s for your outfit, silly” She giggled.

“Outfit?” 

“Bruh, are you dumb or what? It’s for the ball, duh” Reimu sarcastically said, like he knew what that meant!

He didn’t reply, his brain not really catching up to that knowledge. Ball? What ball? 

Maybe Maria saw his confused face as she continued to ask, “Wait, has Freo not told you anything?” 

“N-not exactly” Well, it's not like he tells me anything in the first place, he thought to himself. 

“Oh what? I thought he would. Dang” Reimu replies, her hands still working non-stop. “But yeah, it’s for the ball Luca is holding in like, I don’t know bro, two weeks? So we’re rushing this” 

“Mhm” Maria nodded, “Every team’s gang leader is invited and they get to bring a plus one along with them! But I remember Freo only attended it once and never gave any interest in it after that”

“I see…?” 

“Alright! We’re done” Reimu announces, “Bro you’re skinny for someone this tall, did those three not feed you anything?!” 

“Ah—”

“Yeah Kaelix” A deep voice can be heard at his door, “Did we not feed you anything or did you just refused to eat” 

“Yo, Zeal! Where’s Freo, I thought he’d be here today to clarify the design with us” 

“Ah, I’m afraid Freo is currently out. I’ll let him text you once he’s home, Reimu-senpai” 

Reimu cringes at that, “Please stop with the honorifics, you’re making me sound so olddd” 

“Nonsense, you look as young as Kaelix, senpai” He chuckles. “You guys will be heading out right?”

“Yep~ We still need to buy materials for the outfits” Maria nods with a smile, “Do you wanna come along Zeal?” 

Zeal hummed in a low tone that sent shivers down his spine, something about his voice reminded Kaelix of a siren that lures in prey with their voice. Wait no hold on, he’s technically one of his prey huh? 

“I was thinking if you two could let him tag along on the trip” 

Eh?

“Of course~ we don’t mind!” Maria chimed. 

“Wait—”

“We’ll wait downstairs for you then” Reimu eyes him from head to toe, “You’re certainly not leaving looking like that in your PJs” 

Kaelix gasped, clearly offended. “Hey! Klara bought these monkey PJs for me! And they’re really cute!” A whine broke out. 

With a flick of her pigtails, Reimu and Maria left his room, but not without giving a sarcastic ‘Right’ towards the boy. And Zeal? He just stood there laughing at him, even having tears coming out from his eye. When he blinked the tears away, he noticed that Kaelix had his eyes on him, staring — or maybe questioning. 

“Yes dear? You looked like you have something to ask me” 

“You… You’re not coming along?” He glanced sideways, avoiding his gaze. His hand plucking the fingers on his other hand, the tingling pain somewhat calmed him down. “You know… to make sure I don’t try anything…”

“Oh?” A chuckle, “Do you wish for me to monitor you? I thought your wish was to have more freedom” 

“Not in this way! Ah-” He coughed when his voice was raised too loud. God this is so embarrassing! “I- I guess I enjoyed your company at times… just a little” 

Zeal stares, his mouth opened in surprise. He… certainly wasn’t expecting that answer. Who knew, the boy that was begging to be let out of the ‘cage’ just months ago, came to enjoy their company. Them — one of the strongest mafias within the black markets. He couldn’t help but scoff at that, he doesn’t know if he’s mocking him or finding him adorable anymore. 

“That so?” He ends up replying, “You wouldn’t mind if I follow you then?” 

“… Not really” 

Zeal smiles before he turns to leave the room with a very confused Kaelix standing there. Not wanting to let the girls wait for him any longer — very un-gentlemen of his to let ladies wait for him in the first place — he swiftly changed into a set of the comfiest outfit he could find from the closet and went down to see both Maria and Reimu playing with Min. Not a single shadow of Zeal could be seen. 

“Uhm..”

“Zeal had some urgent things to take care of if you’re wondering” 

“Oh, I see” A sudden disappointment overtook his feelings — Wait, why is he even sad? 

“So we’re left to babysit you little boy” Reimu teases, “Come on, this old lady doesn’t have all the time in the world! My hair is turning white!”

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“Oh my god, stay still you fucking bitch!” 

“I-I can’t when you’re tickling me like that! Stop that!” 

Maria giggled at the sight of the duo. In order to make the outfit, they first needed the right materials, and since the model himself is present with them it also made things a lot easier with the amount they needed. The only problem is… Reimu can’t reach his height. So the only thing she could do was be on her tiny toes to reach his head to measure the amount of cloth needed, and in turn, he gets tickled by accident. 

“Hahaha S-stop! It really tickles!” 

“Bitch I can’t measure anything! I swear to god!” Reimu slides the cloth down from his waist, “Okay, this should be good enough. God I’m asking Freo for extra payment for this” 

“It’s not that bad Reimu~” Maria chimes, “At least it saved us some money and energy”

“Hmph, I guess so. Alright I’ll go pay for these, you two can shop for the accessories” Reimu ushered, letting Maria take Kaelix’s hands before leaving the shop — like an older sister taking her little brother on a trip — not allowing him any time to say anything. 

“W-what accessories? I didn’t bring any money with me today” He dreads, he doesn’t want to waste more than he should, even if that money doesn’t belong to him.

Maria giggled, “Oh relax~ It’s included in the package! Freo already paid us, so just choose whatever you want!” 

“H-he did huh” The boy gave in, letting Maria take him where she needed to. “So… what exactly is the ball?” 

“Mmmm… oh right, you don’t know much about it huh~ In short, it’s a masquerade ball hosted by the first and ever mafia boss of the Kaneshiro family — also the biggest mafia family there is!” She explains, “Every team leader of a mafia gang worthy of their title will be invited and they get to bring along someone, either their team member or, in most cases, their lover. Which is why, Freo commissioned an outfit for you” 

Maria side eyes him, as if checking him out with a smug face. Kaelix turns away, as if… he doesn’t know why he’s bringing him along in the first place. He should be bringing along either Zeal or Seible, not him.

“I see, it.. sounds fun?” 

“It’s quite boring really” Maria sighs, “It’s mostly just them talking about plans they have or something, they don’t really have the funnest activities. Thank goodness Scarle didn’t choose to bring me this time around~” 

What kind of activities do you want in a Mafia masquerade ball…? Kaelix could only wonder. 

“Anyways, let’s head in~!” Maria pulls him into a shop filled with bright colors of gold and silver that he’s sure he could see his reflections in if he stares at it. “An outfit wouldn’t be complete without accessories to match with!” 

“Welcome to Niji Jewellery Shop~ How may I assist you?” 

“Hello~ Bring me the prettiest jewellery you have” Maria chimes, “For this young man right here”

“Of course, I’ll be with you in a minute. In the meantime, feel free to look around! We have quite a few new items in stock this month” The person bows before walking to the back of the store. 

“Anything caught your eyes?” 

Kaelix hesitated. Everything in the shop looked expensive and definitely not suited for someone like him, in fact, it’s the first time he even stepped into a jewellery shop. “Actually… I’m fine without any jewellery”

“But—” “Don’t be so lame bro”

“Wah! Y-you scared me!”

“Bruh, such a scaredy cat” Reimu deadpanned, “Freo already paid us to make sure you look your best! He’ll nag us again if it’s not up to his standards!” 

“… Not like he really cares anyways” 

He can feel the girl’s glances on him, but he tries to ignore it. He was beyond thankful that the staff came back out with a tray in their hand, filled with shiny trinkets of accessories that could usually be seen on a magazine — fashionable, yet certainly expensive. 

“These are our most sold jewellery and ones that are even approved by fashionistas across the globe” They introduced, “Some of these are only sold during limited times, so it’s best to get your hands on them while you can~”

“Ooohh, these are gorgeous~ Dang, maybe I should’ve asked Freo to give me these as compensation instead” Reimu clicked her tongue, “what a waste of opportunity”

“Alright Kaelix~ Sit down for a moment” 

She pressed on his shoulder, allowing him to sit on the comfy stool provided by the shore before she started picking up the accessories, placing it near him so she could pick the most suitable one — it reminds him like a living doll they can use to play dress up with. Ranging from gold bracelets to silver necklaces, they tried everything. He felt stiff throughout the entire process, mainly because he felt nervous around them, but it’s also due to the fact that he felt bad for using the money that isn’t his. He is used to working for his own stuff, not the other way around. The girls started noticing his odd behaviour — it’s hard not to when his face gives away everything really. 

With the gentlest tone from the shorter girl, she patted both hands onto his shoulder, like an older sister guiding her younger brother. “I’m sure Freo just wants you to look your best for the ball, he did design the outfit himself after all”

He did?

“I would say the design suits you very well too, you're already naturally pretty, right Reimu?” She looks to her side.

“… I guess so” The girl awkwardly replies, “Well, you want to make the most out of all the money too don’t you?” 

She’s not wrong…

Upon seeing his still frowning face, Maria had an idea as she softly side-bumped Reimu’s arm. 

“Hey hey, do the thing” 

“The thing? Wha— Wait, no! It’s embarrassing!” 

“But it’s funny~ Come on, please~” 

“Geh… God Enna and Millie are gonna make fun of me for this” 

For what? Kaelix looks at the girls in confusion. 

Reimu quietly clears her throat, with a visible red blush on her cheeks. “U I A~” 

“AA~!”

“A I A I~” 

Eh?

“O O I O~”

“Pfft-” 

“U I A A A A ~♡” 

Kaelix softly chuckled, trying his best to hold his laugh but failed miserably as his laughs only got louder when Maria laughed along” 

“Oh my god this is so stupid…” Despite that, Reimu also giggled with them. 

“W-what was that” His laugh only continued, not showing much signs of stopping, but he did show signs of not having room to breathe because of it. “That was so random!”

“There we go~ See, a smile suits you way better~” Maria wiped a singular tear off her eyes, “Besides,” 

She held a gold choker up — it had a beautiful design of a four pointed star on the side that’s sparkling under the lights — putting it near his neck. “You shine just as bright as this star when you’re happy” 

Does he really? He looks at his reflection in the small mirror, indeed the choker was beautiful, but him? Well… 

“We won’t be dazzling you with anything too obvious, just a little accessory to glam you up. You would want to look your best, no?” Reimu adds, ruffling his hair up a little. “What do you say?” 

He stares at himself. It would be cruel of him to reject their offers, he’d feel guilty to let them down, especially when they’ve been nothing but nice to him. I guess it would be nice to look good for once… With a sigh, he nods, which the girls light up at his response. 

In the end, they bought that same choker, a few golden rings, and some fancy looking trinkets that he couldn’t quite see as it’s sealed off in a box. As for the amount they spent, let’s just say it’s worth Kaelix's entire life savings or perhaps even more. It’s not his money but the guilt is still there. When the two girls came out, Kaelix took the opportunity to carry the bags they were carrying — one filled with cloth and laces and the other, the jewellery they just bought. The least he could do was be a gentleman. 

“Why, thank you” Reimu muses, “Actually, could you bend down real quick” 

“What for? You’re not gonna hit me right..?” Kaelix stares at her in a judging manner.

Reimu stuck out her tongue while Maria giggled beside her, “As if I would do something so low, ew no. Just man up and bend down you tall ass” 

And he did. As the girl walked towards him, he could feel her touching his bangs but not figure out what she was trying to do. When Reimu took a step back and looked at him proudly, he turned to the side, the reflection of himself on the glass window looking back at him. A new yellow accessory that stood out amongst the white in his hair is very easy to spot, the same four pointed star with the same yellow color, silver borders surrounding the diamond that curved into a heart-looking shape at the end of each point. The pin sat nicely on the side of his face, pushing any extra hair away from his eyes and face, overall it looked dazzling on Kaelix. 

“E-eh, what-”

“A gift” Reimu smiled, followed by a wink. “From me and Maria~” 

“I-is it common for people here to give things during their first meetings?” He remembers Wilson doing the same thing back then, the plush is still perfectly clean and tidy in his room.

“Maybe~” “So next time when you look at it, you’ll think of us!” They both laughed. 

Kaelix looked at them, he felt… somewhat giddy inside. He felt like he was spoiled, which when thought was something that would never happen to him, ever. Well, it feels kind of nice… 

“Ah… thank you guys… I’ll cherish it” 

“You better! Or I’m sending Freo at you” The white-haired girl jokes — which honestly scared Kaelix if anything. “Anyways, the outfit will be sent to your mansion around a day or two before the ball. I’ll let Freo know about this” 

“Mhm~ And it seems like we have everything needed” Maria went and took the bags from Kaelix.

“I-I can help you take these back”

“Hm” Reimu hums, looking up and down at him before looking straight at him, or maybe behind him. “Nah~ Wouldn’t want to interrupt you two” 

“‘You two’?”

A sudden darkness and pressure on his eyes scared him, it didn’t take long before a familiar voice rang out. 

“Surprise” 

“Z-Zeal?” He somehow calmed down, “G-get your hands off my eyes! I can’t see anything!” 

Instead of doing what he was told to, Zeal opted to suddenly swing Kaelix around before he wraps his arms around the boy’s waist, letting it rest there without the intention of letting go. Then his face, god his face, was so so close to his he could practically feel his breath on him. He couldn’t help but stare into those purple eyes, those mesmerising, manipulating pupils that reminded him of snakes. 

Said purple eyes slides to the top of his hair, “You look beautiful darling” 

“I—” “Gosh get a room” 

Whatever tension they had between them snapped when Reimu interrupted. Those girls had the smuggest face ever known to women kind that Kaelix had ever seen, it’s so embarrassing he can barely look them in the eyes while Zeal just chuckled?! 

“Thank you for looking after this baby, Maria-senpai, Reimu-neesan” 

“Oh my god, thank you for not calling me senpai” 

He chuckled, “Do I need to send in a driver for you two?” 

“Nah, it’s fine” Maria shrugs, “We had somewhere else to be anyways, so we won't bother you two now~” 

“Yeah, it was fun hanging out with Kaelix” Reimu waves at him. “We’ll see you in a few days then” 

“Bye bye!” Maria linked her arms with Reimu before they walked the other way, of course not forgetting to wave back to the duo before they disappeared out of their sight. Leaving him with the mafia…. Alone.

Gulps

“W-why are you staring at me like that?”

“Hm?” The older one raised his hand, gently brushing his bangs aside. “It’s natural to look at something that’s pretty isn’t it?” 

He could feel the heart spreading across his face, the hand around his waist wrapped around comfortably — too comfortably — it doesn't feel right. “Right- You don’t have to lie. I know how I look like” 

“Oh? I’m telling the honest truth though” His hands pulled him closer to his chest, their faces inching closer just ever so slightly, whispering in a low and teasing tone, “You don’t know how attractive you are don’t you?” 

If his face wasn’t red earlier, then it is now. He could even feel the heat around him! Kaelix instinctively put his hand on Zeal’s face, pushing him away while also creating some distance. “You’re toying with me… I— You’re already taken!” 

Blue-yellow eyes followed the way the bartender’s hand smoothly glides up to his face, gently overlapping his hand with Kaelix’s, long fingers seeping into the gaps of his hand before firmly locking it in place. The act itself already made his head pound non-stop, but he wasn’t done. Zeal gently moved their hands together, bringing it down to his lips before a kiss was made on the boy’s palm — such a simple gesture of affection, yet it made his head spin in ways that his ex could never. His lips felt smooth… but this is wrong, and he knew it. Cheating was never right, especially not when he already has two partners, that alone somehow made his heart sting. 

He looked away from him, using just a bit of force, he managed to free his hand from Zeal’s grip. “I’m tired… can we go?” 

If the older male noticed his sudden turn of mood, he didn’t say anything. Only gently pushed him by the shoulder, telling him to return to the mansion. If he got a text from Freo asking where they are, he managed to turn a blind eye at it. 

༺♰༻

“Breathe in for me Kaelix” Klara directed, pulling the strings from behind him that tightened his waist just a little more. It was absolutely suffocating for him, but at least she left some room for him to breathe properly. He did not want to die because of that. 

The outfit — as said by the two girls — arrived just in time that morning for Klara to clean it before it was handed to him. It is… definitely pretty, he’ll say that. The outfit itself isn’t revealing at all — thank the gods — there are a fair amount of layers that’s enough to not let him die from the heat nor freeze from the cold. The first layer is just a simple turtleneck shirt coloured in black as a base, next is a semi-transparent grey chiffon type fabric that’s long enough to cover his entire arm and elastic placed at the wrist to avoid it from flowing everywhere. Although not obvious, there are some patterns of gold diamond-shape printed on the fabric, giving it an elegant touch to the whole look. As for the very last and outer layer of his top, a simple sleeveless silk shirt with ruffles on the shoulder and a V shaped neckline — also printed with gold around the cloth — tied the whole look together perfectly. According to the fashion design of the industry, when you have a complicated top, it is an absolute must for simplicity on the bottom so as to not steal the attention away from the public. So for his pants, just normal long black pants that went from tight at the top to loose near his legs, showing off his tall figure nicely. A belt was tied at the waist as a final touch followed by simple black boots. 

Klara took a step back, admiring each and every detail on the design as she nodded. “You look beautiful!” She claps her hand together in an adorable manner. 

Indeed, he is beautiful. Despite a simple design with not much flashiness, it only made Kaelix stand out. The outfit provides a sense of elegance to his appearance, his blue eyes standing out from the rest of black and gold, making him easier to spot especially with his white hair. It made him look like a super model from a Vogue Magazine. 

“R-really?” He shuffled around, everything felt so expensive. Just by touching the fabric alone he could tell it was made with care and attention to detail — as expected of the two girls. Someone like him should not be wearing something so high-end. “I think I look weird…”

“Nonsense~ You look absolutely stunning!” Klara giggles, taking his hand guiding him to sit down in front of the vanity. Letting the boy look at himself in the mirror. “Freo really knows how to make others look their best” 

“I- I suppose so”

A knock on the door interrupted the duo, followed by the sound of someone turning the doorknob. 

“Senpai” The man greeted.

“Ah, Freo. Oh my, you look as elegant as ever~” She hums.

“Thank you. I appreciate it” The boy looked over her shoulder and saw Kaelix, “Is he done?” 

“Not yet, I was about to style his hair a bit” Klara looked back at the boy, then glanced at Freo’s eyes with a smirk. “Why don’t you help him instead?” 

He stared at her, “Why?” 

“There’s no ‘why’, go on~ I’ll assist the other two in their room” She giggled, not waiting for his response before she already closed the door, leaving the two alone in awkwardness. 

Kaelix stared at his hands, at the floor — anywhere but his direction. He didn’t switch on many lights in his room, only the dim yellow night light and his vanity mirror glowed just enough to look at his surroundings, which thankfully helped since he does not want to know what expression Freo is making from across the room.  His heels clicked on the marble flooring, the sound echoed at the silent room as he walked towards the boy. He could feel his aura behind him, yet he still wouldn’t look at the mafia, not even through the mirror. 

“Kaelix, head up” He felt two fingers smoothly glide under his chin, tilting his head up till he could see Freo in the mirror and — oh god — he couldn’t stop staring at him. Freo looked… stunning, no scratch that stunning is so underwhelming, he looks beyond gorgeous. 

His green hair, although gelded, there’s not much difference from his usual hair style. His signature bangs still sat nicely in front of his face, the only difference being some silver pins sitting on top of it. Kaelix could see some light make-up on the male’s face and he swore he could see the light reflect through his pale soft skin that he nearly thought he was glowing. For his outfit, a blood-red long sleeved shirt filled with ruffles — mainly on the chest part and sleeves — hugged his tiny figure perfectly, even revealing his small waist especially when the corset-like belt was placed on him. A silver crest sat neatly under his neck in the middle, revealing his status as a leader of a mafia gang. His hands, unlike before, are not gloved which allowed him to spot some shiny rings on his fingers. As for his pants, similar to Kaelix but adding a few silver like patterns on the side. Overall, his aura skyrocketed in that outfit. He wondered if he designed the clothing himself. 

While he was busy staring, Freo already had the makeup brush and pallet in his hand, ready to help Kaelix have a new makeover. “Stop staring and tilt you head up” 

He couldn’t protest, so he only obeyed, closing his eyes allowing Freo to pat his face in powder without trouble. The whole process was dead silent, so silent Kaelix swore he could hear the crickets outside his room, no one tried to talk, only letting their shallow breathings fill the air. Kaelix was already nervous from suddenly being taken to a ball he barely knew, now with the silence between them, it only added on to his nerves. If he’s allowed to, he would love to just jump in his bed and cuddle his monkey underneath the warm blankets. But alas, he promised Freo he would assist him, he couldn’t go back against his promises — not to mention his last year of uni fees is on the line. 

“Relax, you’re all tensed up. ” Freo mumbles, “Regretting your choices?” 

“No I’m just— uhm, a little bit nervous” 

“A little?” He scoffs, “You should learn to hide your emotions. You’re too easy” Freo closed the make-up set before he took a step closer to the vanity, his back facing Kaelix beside him. For a moment, the boy blanked out when he saw his back, or to be specific, his revealing back. Prior to his outfit, the back of it is completely different — and also shocking. Most of his back is completely revealed, no semi-transparent cloth covering it whatsoever, just pure skin in contact with the cool night breeze. There are even chains dangling across his shoulder making it more fancy. 

“You should know staring is rude” 

“I— Sorry! It’s just your back is so… nice” He panicked, that did not come out correctly did it? 

He heard the shorter male sigh, taking out the jewellery that both Reimu and Maria bought not so long ago. “Cochino. Now hold still” 

His long fingers brushed his bangs aside, putting on the accessory to its rightful places — a star-like earring on one ear that sparkles when light shines down, a choker around his neck that matched his outfit and beautiful golden rings around his fingers that slid into place very easily. When he leaned back to overlook his entire appearance, he nodded, clearly satisfied with everything — also looking quite proud that his design worked so well on the boy. Of course, he’d have to give credit that his appearance alone was already pretty enough. Before they leave, Freo reaches into pocket, pulling out a similar purple coloured four pointed star — except it’s sharper — broach and carefully pinned it to the side of his outfit, letting it sit nicely on top without ruining his whole look. 

Kaelix looked at the broach, it was the same one Freo had on his shirt. “What is this?”

“… It’s not important” Freo simply said, leaning slightly forward to the boy, fingers slowly gliding down his chin till it stopped there — grabbing it firmly, possessively, but not enough to hurt him. Without waiting for Kaelix to voice his confusion, his lips already landed on him, tongue had long invaded his space before Kaelix could even process what was happening. He wanted to escape but it was impossible with how Freo was holding him in place, his sharp eyes observing how the boy’s eyes were filled with fear before closing it to avoid looking at him, letting Freo do what he wanted. 

“Mnh…” Can’t… breathe… 

“Haah…” The white-haired boy coughed when the mafia leaned backwards, letting him breathe after a moment. It’s amusing how he barely struggled within his control, obeying him like a dog. 

“Tonight,” He glided his thumb under his lips, wiping away the excess saliva that escaped his mouth. He didn’t care how he’s still coughing and catching his breath, but he knew he was listening. Kaelix couldn’t hide the shiver down his spine when Freo whispered beside his ear with a controlling, possessive tone. “You are mine”

“Remember that”