Twain : You Two

.9

Cale can already see the hill overlooking the whole buzzing Rain City in the distance.

As he walk further, the breathtaking tall tree with it's red leaves came into the view. You wouldn't think that this hill were used as a grave-- with it's flat ground while the greenery were enveloping the serene area.

Cale heave a breath, arriving in this place feels like all his bad days and problems washed away. His hand caressing the hilt of his not wooden sword-- the one accompanying him is a real one as he's stepping out of the manor, he them trudge again to head on the purpose of his visit.

He was just about to smile seeing the clean tombstone if only his eyes didn't caught sight of something -- or rather, someone.

His hands that were just caressing his sword is used to roughly unsheathe the sword. The cold blade is clearly visible despite the sun setting below the horizon. The mixture of orange and hue pink violently clashing to each other in the vast field of the dusk sky with the twin moons faintly divulging it's arrival.

"Identify yourself." Cale's voice didn't have an ounce of emotion as he lift his sword pointing at the suspicious individual who's wearing a cloak.

Sharp eyes seeing how the individual flinch on his voice-- seeing the stature of this person, Cale have concluded that it's a man. The man raised his hand alerting him, but the man just lifted his hand to adjust the hood of the cloak on his head as if securing himself for him not to get his identities revealed.

'Who is he? And why are is he here in my Mother's and Brother's grave?' Cale's mind were full of questions.

His eyes, still sharp, survey the man.

Cale knew that with his current strength he can take this man by himself. He knew for sure how the man is quite weak when it comes to brute strength, but what if he's a mage or power holder something? It's best not to attack, he must observe first.

"Why aren't you speaking? Open your fucking mouth and tell me your purpose." Cale is one hundred percent sure he saw the man flinch again hearing the coarse language coming off his mouth. His eyebrows arched.

"What the--?" It was a low voice, but it was hinted of disbelief and amusement.

Why, of course, because his little brother change so much in a span of those five years.

Nale twisted his body to face the twelve years old boy, his hood looming on his face to shield his identity. He quickly scan the tall boy who's pointing his cold sword at him while his brows were furrowed. Cale must've think it makes him intimidating, but for Nale, it just looks so freaking cute finally seeing that face again.

He haunch forward to let out his laugh.

"Hahaha, HAHHAHA!" It's been so long since he laugh like this. Not when he's still Kim Rok Soo. He let out a laugh like this when he's the young Nale, when the redball baby is entertaining him.

It's just too much, his adorable little redball is just swearing right infront of his face. Nale didn't know if he should pinch that little mouth to forbid him for spouting flowerly words as he's still a child.

Cale, on the other hand, is oddly watching the man he now claimed crazy.  Yes, that man is crazy, he was just asking him his real motive and yet he have the guts to laugh?

Cale's sharp eyes is still maintained watching the man like a hawk.

The man seems like he have something up his sleeve. Why would he laugh then, as if mocking him for questioning him? The man sure have a loads of confidence. Laughing in this situation, he's really suspicious.