W A R N I N G !
The following chapter contains graphic descriptions
of VIOLENCE, BULLYING and BLOOD. I'm not going
to put the same warning everytime anymore.

+ THIRD PERSON POV!
答え • UNANSWERED QUESTIONS . .

"Did you.. kill him?!" Solar had his hands around Cyclone's bandaged throat, who's body flailed in the air like a weightless feather. "Oi, rat! Give me a solid answer, will you?!"

He proceeds to slap the drunken boy on both cheeks, each growing redder by the ticking seconds. "Ahhhh.." The blue-eyed boy hums, eyes sparkling and disoriented. "Good.. morning.."

"It's evening, you madman!"

Solar drops the boy into his chair and shakes his head, sighing. He could've dropped the act and truthfully, he was close to crying. Gopal had been found in the interrogation room with the familiar inking patterns on his skin. He could've been dead.

Before he could check up on the poisoned victim, someone had managed to whisk the boy away from the interrogation room. Quite presumably, one of their people. Earthquake was pissed when he heard about it, yet surprisingly, he did nothing to correct their wrongs.

Cyclone sits upright, legs crossed on the office chair. "No." He answers, unwrapping the old bandages around his neck. Solar could see the scar, the same one that never recovered from years ago. "Don't worry! He'll still be alive."

"Yeah, for now." His partner answers, disdainfully. "Only for a few hours. I should've been there to stop you." He shakes his head, "You should control your impulses, Cyclone."

"Whoops." The latter replies with a smirk.

He bends over, pulling out one of his drawers. One could see that it contains a box of medicines, notably, pills. Instead of taking them, he proceeds to rummage through the back, only to discover that his stash of bandages are out.

"Aw, man!" Cyclone whines, "I'm done for!"

"About time you stopped mummifying yourself." Solar snorts, his hand scribbling words on paper. "And you better get started on that report too. I'm not going to help you with anything."

"B-But.." The younger boy pleads with puppy eyes.

"We made a pact, idiot."

Cyclone sighs, "I can't do anything about it, can I?" He purses his lips into a thin line, as if the gears in his head were starting to work. "Ah, also.. what happened to the guy?"

"What guy?"

"You know, the one that we're supposed to ki-"

"Save, you mean." Solar puts his pen down, sagging his shoulders in defeat. "Well, he got away, that's for sure. If it wasn't for someone who decided to go against the rules, we would've been able to catch him just fine." He sneers at Cyclone, who didn't seem to get it.

"Oh." Was all his ally said, hands folded behind his head while his orbs stare at the high ceiling, "Don't you think that we should give it another try? While he's still here."

"He could've left Rintis right after yesterday's chase."

"Yes, he could." Cyclone kicks both legs in the air, and jumps onto the balls of his leather shoes. Stuffing a small book in the pocket of his overcoat, he looks at his partner, "But technically, he wouldn't leave, would he?"

Solar pinches the bridge of his nose, "Not again.."

"Come on! We have a rat to murde- I mean, save!" With a grin, Cyclone appears behind the exhausted agent and rudely pulls him out by both hands, "This time, I promise."

"Promise what? No killing?"

"Oh, that's going to be a hard one. That's impossible!" He continues to babble as Solar's being dragged by the collar of his outerwear, frowning all the way down, "You know that I can't promise that, that's a ridiculous exception. Instead.. I'll-"

"I'm pretty sure I can walk on my own."

"Oops." Cyclone coughs, letting his grip on the neckband go. "Anyway, as I was saying. I'm starting to be interested in living.."

Solar's eyes almost budged out of their sockets in unbelief.

After all these years, has the psychopath come to realisation?

Is it finally the end of the world?

"My bad. Wrong word!" He chuckles, as they stroll through the empty road on a casual Wednesday evening, "I meant that I'm starting to be interested in our work! Heheh, that's all buddy."

"S-Starting..?" Solar's mind fell into a dilemma, his entire body spasming from the inconsiderate confession. "You've been working here for over three years.."

"What, can't a guy fall in love after three years?"

"That isn't the same, you dumb cucumber!"

Stomping his foot on the ground, Solar continues to ramble angrily at Cyclone's unspeakable innuendos. Unbeknownst to them, a figure was watching their very being, not far from where they are.

"Say, Solar.. You could've picked another person to work with, but you keep on choosing me. Why is that?"

The said boy lifts his head, shrugging. "No particular reason. We were both the newbies at the time, so I figured- why not have another friend who's just as clueless as I am? Turns out that it was the worst decision I made."

"I'm touched!" Cyclone grins, widening his arms.

"You aren't supposed to, brat. That was an insult."

"A sweet one!" His companion retorts back, as they walked side-by-side over the bridge. Solar kept on drifting his eyes towards Cyclone, who's skipping on the banisters themselves.

On the inside, he felt warmth spreading through his heart. It's true; how they've been friends for longer than 3 years- separated by the black and white zone of evil and good itself. However, they somehow managed to beat the odds.

And here they are now- together as what Solar once quoted, The Unstoppable Forces of Justice.

"Lame." Cyclone spat out his tongue at that time, to which resulted by screaming and tremendous beating. The sun was nowhere to be seen, sinked to its slumber as the moon began its light show.

Solar clicks his tongue, "Stupid."

Grinning, the blue-eyed boy flashes out a blade, throwing it somewhere without hesitation. It barely misses the latter's neck, and Solar ducks, scowling, "Can't you give me a warning, next time?"

"I missed." Cyclone blinks, getting up. "Too bad."

"So you've noticed." The other sighs.

Cyclone puts a finger against his lip ring, "Yes."

"They've been doing that for a long time now." Solar replies, drifting to a positive halt, "At least we managed to drag them away from civilisation. It's best if we end them here."

"Them? It's just one person, Sunny."

"No, Cyclone. It isn't just one." The visors that once was perched on the operative's nose fell onto the ground, rattling. "There's three of them."

"I know." He could hear the hidden hostility.

"I killed the other two, remember?"

a little of their history is uncovered! how many
chapters is this gonna have? idk lmaoooo
does cyclone love killing people? urgh yea daddy