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"Hey, can you lend me a hand real quick?"
"Of course! Just give it back after, 'kay?"
". . . M/N, if I turn around and your hand is off, I swear to -- GOD FUCKING DAMMIT. We've talked about this!! Put your hand back on!"
M/N...
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* this one's a lot shorter than the others :0 *
* just a nice small chapter before the actual plot kicks off! *
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"argh -- that prick!"
Elias grumbled out, his grip tightening slightly on M/N's hand as he walked ahead and practically dragged the boy behind him. Their footsteps were quiet on the concrete floor as they maneuvered their way around the busy crowds to one of the many boats waiting on the dock.
M/N chuckled softly at the comment, but hushed himself quickly when his voice came out raspy and strained. His steps were a bit more light and unsteady compared to his brothers.
After the two were kicked out of the house and invited to never come back, they simply agreed to head home. The walk outside was dismally quiet -- a hush silence enveloping the two as they squeezed each other's hand in worry.
On their way out, they met with two familiar faces. Ignoring the way Canary and Zebro froze in shock, M/N gave them a happy 'goodbye!' and waved. The two butlers didn't want to admit it, but they were surprised the two even came out at all.
Although, the blood covering the youngest one wasn't something to be ignored. It seemed like he sustained quite a few injuries during the visit after all.
Per ""legal"" requirements, as the two quickly found out, they had to sign a contract promising that they would never speak any words revealing the looks, names, or identities of anyone in the family.
Elias' expression was stuck in a glare the entire time — from when he first read the contract itself to when he had to sign it. There was a strong urge to disobey the paper, simply out of pure spite, but he decided to follow along.
Y'know - so they wouldn't be assassinated.
Throughout the whole thing, M/N had insisted on keeping his injured eye closed. His reasoning being that it would give his eye 'time to heal properly'. Elias was a bit more skeptical on the matter. He raised a brow, gazing out onto the restless waves as their voyage back home finally began.
"M/N, I don't think your eye can heal like that."
"Huh? What do you mean?" M/N turned to Elias in confusion, trying to ignore the sick feeling of being on a rocky boat.
