Scissor Seven, One-shots.

Scissor Seven, An Old Comrade Visits.

In which Seven gets his memories back, an old unaware comrade comes back to confirm who he currently is.

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He's supposed to be dead, so what the hell is this situation?

Seven's inner voice emerged with many thoughts and theories, mostly confusion was what he could piece together.

The crimson, red eyes glared at him with malicious intent- as the smirk began to enlarge the moment the individual had set eyes on Seven.

Seven's positioned stiffened at him, his knuckles tightening as he held his fists close to each other.

"Hey there, little Seven." In a hoarse voice, had he finally spoke.

The young man quickly swallowed the urge to say the individual sitting across him his name, he couldn't allow an suspicion to arise from this conversation.

He gave a predictable response to his current character,

"What? Little? I'm twenty-one!" He spoke with irritation jokingly, though a bit of irritation did actually arise from that nickname.

Little Seven had always been a nickname for him, since he was the youngest of the Shadow Killers. Even after he had grown up, Redtooth did not miss a single chance to had call him that to spike anger within him. Of course, he's kept his composure and entirely known that Redtooth was the one being childish.

Redtooth maintained his smirk despite that, "Whatever. You're still a kid regardless." He folded his arms with a slight tilt of his head, his legs crossed.

As if he was, looking down on him.

Seven continued to maintain a calm composure, he had to maintain his part of his act.

He snarled, and gritted his teeth as he would. "I don't even know you, who're you to call me kid?" A doubtful expression.

Redtooth lifted an eyebrow at his behaviour. "Wow, you were so timid a moment ago. How amusing." He lifted his arm up to the couch top, resting his elbow on it as the rest of his wrist hanged of.

Seven gasped sarcastically, "Amusing? Huh?" He placed both his hands on his hips, glaring- with no intent whatsoever, only a rather humourous type of anger. Frowning.

Redtooth seemed bewildered at first, looking back to the other as if he was observing him. As if he was confirming whether the young man standing in front of him really was Seven.

Redtooth continued to observe the man, from head to toe.

"There's no way this is really Seven. Amnesia or not, it's hard to believe that this weird guy is him." The thoughts of Redtooth interfered with his play of words, it was just so hard to believe it.

Seven knew this, I mean- who could believe it?

The seventh Shadow Killer, Seven. The most dignified assassin in the world. Everyone knew his history of how he had managed to join the Shadow Assassins at the mere age of fifteen. How he had wielded the Demon Dagger from the defeated Millenium Guardian. Or how he had fought of almost all the Killer League.

Redtooth once again glanced at Seven's rather goofy behaviour.

He chuckled soundly, "This guy? Dignified? Yeah, right." He spoke in mind, looking at the present Seven and the former him- they were complete opposites to who they really are. Of course, he didn't really voice this out. He's taking no chances of this mans identity.

Redtooth glanced back at the man, he's eyes fixated on him.

"On that night, he didn't seem as strong as his old self. It was like fighting a less capable version of his past fifteen year old self." His eyelids lowered at the sight as he continues to let the current and past memories of the young man flow on his brain.

"Ugh. I would've won, if not only for the Blue Bastard that stabbed me!"

Seven noticed as Redtooth gritted his teeth and glare at him with an angry intent. "He probably must have thought of Blue Phoenix." Seven thought, watching as Redtooth resisted his urges.

Redtooth suddenly stood from his seat, causing Seven to flinch. The two of them haven't said anything in the last minute.

He allowed his scarf to uncover the wide smirk he expressed,

Seven gulped, seeing how Redtooth had a type of an expression that screamed "revenge."

"Alright. Now that you have amnesia, I guess I'll help you. Comrade." Redtooth spoke with a soft expression,

A lie.

He must just want help to defeat Blue Phoenix once I regains my memories, or when I'm, 'so-called' unconsciously in killer mode.

But, I'm currently playing the role of a naive and stupid character, so-

"I'm glad!" The young man cheerfully did a handshake with him.

Similar to Blue Phoenix, let's see where this gets us this time.

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This was mostly a lazy draft I forced myself to finish since I haven't updated in so long. That's mostly why there's many typing grammars and the writing seemed lazy as it was.

I'm aware that I have received a request, so no worries! I'm still currently working on it. I am truly sorry for the long wait. Thank you for for the request!