Losing Game

Chapter 3 - The Hunt

The only noise that can be heard within the mansion was the occasional sniffle from the seven year old sitting in the dining room with his head down. No one was allowed to tend to the child until his father came home. Luck was on his side when they decided to call him instead of the other male.

When he finally arrived, he was greeted by one of the maids.

"Where is he?" was the only thing he said. The coldness in his voice was very prominent.

"In the dining room sir. The driver dropped him off about thirty minutes ago."

With that his father walked into the room to see his son's fist balled up and head down. This was the third call in two months informing him of Saint getting into fights with his classmates. They had never gotten physical until today. Most of the time it was just a screaming match until a teacher broke it up but today...something caused Saint to punch the other child.

Saint heard his father come into the room but didn't want to raise his head. He knew what he did but also that his father wouldn't want to hear any excuses. He punched someone and that was the problem at hand.

"Saint...we both know you can't be doing this. You have a reputation to uphold. You can't be known as the kid who will fight someone the minute they get you angry..."

"But HE -" Saint looked up for him to see his scratched up face

"NO! You were the one who threw the first punch, Saint!" he let out a sigh before taking a seat in the chair next to his son.

"Look at me..." he got nothing for a response. "Saint, look at me"

Not wanting to make the situation worse, Saint tilted his head a little to generally look in his fathers direction.

"I'll deal with the situation tomorrow, but you need to remember in this world - " he stopped to put his hand on Saint's head. "In this world, they will use your vulnerability as a weakness against you. They saw you get mad and unable to control your emotions so they decided to see just how far they could push you. Your guard was down and that can't happen. Saint..."

Both father and son locked eyes before he called over a maid. As he got up he informed her to tend to all his son's scratches and to make sure he takes a bath.

It had been a few days since the incident and Zee was on edge. Something about that student sparked his interest. He was handsome? Pretty? Words really couldn't describe his beauty. When they first looked at each other, Zee felt his breath get taken away. He was lucky that the rain kept him cool in that situation because he knew his cheeks were heating up. There was one other thing that kept him on Zee's mind - his eyes. They were...broken? "Is that even possible?" Zee asked himself. It was clear that he was younger than him but if he wasn't then he just had a great skin routine. As Zee sat on the couch, lost in his own mind, he was oblivious to the two others staring at him from the kitchen.

"How long has he been like this?"

"About fifteen minutes. I was going to ask him what he wanted for lunch but as you can see"

"He was like this at work yesterday. He kept spacing out and -"

"Hey guys?" Zee interrupted the two

"Yes?" both answered

"Can I ask you something?" Both of them walked over to sit beside him.

Tommy and Max can sense how nervous Zee is. They see he's shaking his leg and fidgeting with his hands. Something is clearly bothering him.