"You disappoint me."

His voice sound honey coated, sweet yet sickening. His palms propped his lazy head, his elbow resting on the smooth glass table. His other hand were holding the knight chess piece in mid air, before placing it on the checked board, tumbling away the opponent's pawn piece.

"I thought we have formed an alliance. What brings you to cause a rebellion on me," his brown eyes bored into his companion, eyebrows rosed. "Retakka?"

The said man faked a smile, giving off an eerie look with his unnaturally pale skin. Leaning back on his seat, his fingers laced together, resting on his chest. "I sense your doubt, Amato."

Amato's assistant step forward, so does Retakka's which have his hand ready at the hilt of his katana but they halted by the signal from their boss. "Now, now don't get too pumped up shall we?" Retakka said giving a look at the young man beside Amato.

"What I did is not an assault. My boys probably just testing on your heir, if he really suit to be the next one to hold your throne." Amato's bodyguard glancing at him, silently hopeful for an order to attack as this wretched man is obviously declaring a war.

"It would be a waste if the heir is not capable for the job, Amato."

"How dare you looking down on the heir-"

"Did I give you the right to speak Earthquake?" Amato bellowed and he was silenced in an instance, his eyes still glaring hotly on Retakka. Fully disgust with his obvious tactics on taking over the power. But what can he do about it? Even if he able to give a punch on the jerk's face, he will soon be found dead, either being killed by the serene guy before him or Amato himself for disobedience that he display.

"Hahaha! I love his gut." Retakka complimented, if that could be possible. "Makes me want to gouge that pretty pearly eyes."

"You still have your other end of the bargain to do, Lord Amato." Retakka said, standing up from his seat. "By the end of this week. I want my share of the sale. Or else, you won't be able to see your son on his 16th. Either one way or another."

He stepped out from the room, leaving Amato pondered in his thoughts.

"Who fight those minions?" Retakka asked, while on their way to the hideout. His assistant tapping something on his tab, before giving it to him.

"Kassim, he was hired 2 weeks ago as the kid's bodyguard." His assistant replied.

Retakka zoom in the picture that have been posted online. His assistant were quick to save the information before the government taking it down. A frown created on his face. "No more informations about him?"

"No, sir."

"Then kill him instantly. I have no time left to fool around." Retakka commanded, turning off the tab. "Oh, yes. Also, Ice." calling his assistant by his name, the latter tensed.

"Kill those minions, they've failed me."

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"As you wish, sir." he replied, almost hesitantly.

Cyclone stood before the door, hesitating to knock. It's already late at night but the questions bugging in his mind left him restless. He need answers. Even though he doubt if he could get any.

Just as he about to knock, the door pulled open. Causing him to froze by the intense glare of the adult before him. He gulped.

"What do you want?"

"How do you know I'm coming?" Cyclone asked. Kaizo rolled his eyes.

"Your breathing are too loud in this silent night." he answered.

Really, is  breathing is a sin to his life? Cyclone sighed, maybe he should just stop breathing altogether, if that is the last choice to maintain peace.

But again peace was never an option.

"Hear me out, I can't sleep because this question keeps bugging me.." Cyclone said almost desperately. 

That's when Kaizo noticed, the kid had been crying.

"Make it quick." he crossed his arms, leaning to the door frame. Cyclone inhaled before looking back up at him.

"Does..."

"...does ants fart?"

"Cyclone." the said boy startled, "If you're testing my waters, you better know how to swim." he spat, turning himself to close the door when Cyclone stopped him, forcing himself into the room. "Wait-!"

"How do you know his name is Thunder? Why are you telling me about ignorance on your first day? Do you know something I don't?" he  blurts out. His hands curled that his fingernails digging into his skin. Kaizo's expression remained the same, it's annoying.

Cyclone sighed, hugging himself. His whole body shivering, due to him bawling himself earlier over his own thoughts. That knowledge that he might lose something and yet he don't know what it is, the day he witnessed of what would happen for doing the wrong thing, the scandal his father has made... Fear have been leading him to this unknown mess.

"Kid-"

"I...I know that my dad, is not a good person." he stammered, " He did something, something in the shadows. I-I don't know what it is."

"When you ask me-- specifically for a job to be my bodyguard, I was wondering... What did he do this time?"

Did he break the laws again?

Did something troubling him?

Will he be safe?

"Something's funny about you." He breathe, shakily gazing up to him. "I can't help but doubt it."

His old butler won't just hire a bodyguard for him if its to keep him away from the bullies. He have been bullied since forever, then why come now? To the point of them to actually hunting his bodyguard, when they have nothing to do with him. It just seems so wrong. Way too wrong.

"Who really are you, Kassim?"

"Make it quick." Kaizo crossed his arms, leaning on the door frame.

"Does..."

"...DOES JUMIN HAN IS GAY-"

Ok I stop now ksksks

-manyee