Didn't Know Where Else To Go. (Tcf Oneshot)

Oneshot-4

Cale stood there shivering.

Did I really do so much to see this end?

He felt his sight get all blurry as hazy voices echoed in his head.

-Cale, hold on...

-Cale! Sob! I'm trying to expel the drug! Don't faint!

-Cale, burn your hand. You'll be conscious with the pain.

-Cheapstake is right! Sob, i will heal you later! Just don't faint now!

-Those xxxx are catching up! Go!!

Cale clicked his tongue.

The peaceful night was painted red in his blood as he fled.

The wind helped him as he reached farther and farther from them.

Farther from his once-family.

Those yandere fuckers can just keep searching for my corpse.

The moment he caught on to a threat to his free life, he immediately fled.

Family? What family?

Wasn't he going to lose them sooner or later, either way?

Like how he did, two times in the past.

Of course, these were his fears.

Who would have thought that losing them meant being drugged by them?

Were they so impatient to make him a lifeless doll that drugs had to be used?

[-We are here to protect you, dongsaeng. Just sit still and let us kill that white shit.

-Weak Human, Don't move! Here! These cuffs will help you stay in one place!

-Unlucky bastard, you have to listen to us. We are only doing this to keep you safe.

-Cale-nim, you are weak...please let us protect you..we will kill that white star...

-young master-nim, please don't make it difficult for this old man.]

He was especially disappointed in the fellow Korean.

That wasn't all.

He recounted their 'meeting' that only revolved around how to make him listen to them.

How to keep him with them forever in the name of protecting him.

Even the God of Death went insane.

And here he thought, he finally had another-

Tch.

Cale cursed.

His body staggered as the wind took him to somewhere they would never expect him to be.

Let's just hope that bastard hasn't gone insane too.

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"....Cale Henituse, why the fuck are you here?"

His eye twitched.

Looking at his battered lookalike really gave him a shock.

How did this annoying fucker get wrecked like that?

Who the fuck-

He sighed in annoyance wondering why he wasn't already killing the man.

He had never encountered such a ridiculous situation in his 1000 years of boring-ass life.

Did the man deliver himself here to get an easy death?

"-help you..."

He heard a mumble.

Looking at the dazed eyes of the fellow redhead, he didn't even know if Cale was really conscious of what he was speaking.

Yup, he was definitely drugged.

Who the fuck drugged him, now?

"I'll help you, your fucking arm, sealed god, whoever."

He heard a full sentence with full signs of struggle.

"...Don't let me die."

Cale wouldn't die. He would never.

White Star's hand on his sword loosened as he muttered, confusion dripping from every syllable he spoke,

"Are you so much of an idiot to come here of all places?"

Cale heard the sentence with a hazy mind as he subconsciously mumbled,

"...Didn't know where else to go..."

All the places he knew weren't his anymore.

He didn't trust himself enough to be able to escape if he went back there, if he went anywhere he was known.

Arm being the exception.

This bastard was an 'enemy'. There was no way the 'hero' would seek refuge at the 'villain's place, right?

Yet, ironically, this bastard was the only one who wanted his power but did not intend to control him.

...we can keep the half-blood dragon matter aside.

He heard a loud bang a moment later.

White Star's sword had fallen as he ruffled his hair in frustration.

Cale knew that the offer was tempting.

The moment he agrees, I'll sleep right now and here.

The reincarnator wasn't an idiot either.

He knew the redhead had more than just this puny 'help' to offer.

"...Fine. old scores can be settled later."

His tired eyes swept over the droopy eyes that looked like they'd close shut forever any moment.

Cale smirked a little and finally collapsed, not forgetting to place an ancient seal on the white star.

Heh, you can't even try to kill me.

What he didn't know, was that White Star never planned to kill him.

The reincarnator could see his hatred reflected in the transmigrator's eyes.

"Let's destroy the rotten world, Cale Henituse."

White star mumbled as he used his wind ancient power to support the unconscious redhead back to the Arm's headquarters.

Certainly, the man would have agreed to his comment if he was conscious.

The world was rotten indeed. Forcing a hero and a supposed villain to work together to destroy it.

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(802 words)

What the fuck did i writeeeeeeee-

Ykw I say this in every oneshot i write but really,

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*Hides again*

*Mumbles* crazy...how did that white shit not kill him?