Shall we dance?

1

Just a draft - It is short -

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It had been the fourth time in a week that the red-haired child sat on top of the roof watching the silent dark alley.

The place was well known to have underworld leaders, thieves and corrupt nobles roamed around, making connections and wealth to gain power. A place was the red- haired child despised to be around. Yet had to come here to finish his work.

His slightly pulled his mask up with one hand, while the other stared at the empty alley below him.

"Shit! That trash. All I did was help him out, but in return he disrespects me!?"

A man walked inside the alley grumbling as he headed towards one of the secret organization bases.

"I have to take matter in my own hand. That trash will finally realize how I am helping him."

The man grumble, not knowing somebody was staring sharply at him. As he walked down the alley, The small hands threw a tool he produces waiting for it to take effect.

"*cough* What in the-"

Smoke started to fill the area; the man's body started to feel paralyze. He couldn't feel his feet, nor could he move his lips. As if somebody had gagged him, the male laid in the floor with muffled scream.

Click. Click. Click.

Footsteps were heard walking towards the male as the smoke started to vanish.

"Mm.. GGhh..mmmh"

The man tried to yell for help. He didn't know what was happening to his boyd. All he knew was suddenly it stopped workig. Was it poison? Was the poison mixed in the smoke? How the smoke even started?

The man didn't know. All he wanted to do was get out of this position.

Soon a small child arrived in front of him as the man let out a breath of relief. The child looked around the age of 9. He believed that the child could not harm him in any way possible.

"mmmh...mmmg...ahh"

The man tried to scream and ask for help from the said child. He was desperate enough to gain help of a child.

"Pffft"

A familiar voice was heard laughing as the male who laid still on the group froze while his eyes started to tremble uncontrollably.

"Surprise! Hahahaha."

The mask was pulled down a little just for the man to see for a while and soon came back on. The res-hairs eyes were sparkling as he looked at the man on the ground. Seeing how terrified the male was, he started to laugh even more.

"Didn't think you'd see me here, hm?"

The child smiled as his blade started to trace the male's face. The male's eyes were still shaking as the body started to sweat.

"Your body isn't technically numb Viscount Adrea. I just disabled your ability to move. You can still feel objects."

The murderous glimmer in the red-hair child's eyes made Viscount Adrea terrified.

"Who was going to murder who?"

The question caused Viscount Adrea's eyes to widen. The child in front of him. The nine years old, he knew too well.

Cale Henituse, the oldest son of the Henituse family.

The child he and all the noble vessels of the Henituse family wished to be the head of the house. They didn't want the impure blood to be the lord of the house. They disliked the fact that Deruth Henituse married a fallen noble family.

"Didn't I tell you not to interfere in my family matter?"

The gaze that the child held was terrifying to say the least. As well as the fact that he could see the cold blade tracing around his face.

"I gave you too many times to change yourself Viscount Adrea"

Cale spoke coldly as his body recked with blood lust. It was too dominating for the male to breath properly.

"However, look I'm giving you a reword~"

The body spoke cheerfully as Viscount Adrea could tell the body was smiling from the shining eyes.

"Easy death! Isn't that great?"

"MMmgh.. mmm..Agh"

Viscount Adrea muffled screamed as the sharp knife started to make cuts as it traced around him.

"You should be grateful I am not torturing you till you beg for your death. Hahah."

The boy laughed as the older one between them started to sweat buckets.

"Slavery trade. Illegal drug test. Using children as test subjects... and much more." The boy took out a paper waving it the trembling older male. "However, since you're just working under that wrench, and I have no use of you anymore. Be happy your death door is just few second saw~"

Viscount Adrea didn't know what he should be afraid off. Was he supposed to be afraid that he was going to die in a few second, or the fact that the nine-year-old was able to gain confidential information nobody was supposed to know?

The paralyzing effect stop as little as Cale reach out the hand as he smiled.

"Shall I have the last dance, Viscount Adrea~"

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"Tsk" Cale clicked his tongue as he walked outside the abandoned house in the Stan territory.

"Is everything done, my little lord?" A voice asked as Cale walked out the holding the gloves Cale had her.

"Fressia."

"Yes, my little lord?" Fressia replied helping clean the blood smell of Cale Henituse.

"You know what to do now."

"As you asked for, his family or his existence is wiped out." Fressia replied as Cale nodded his head holding a teleportation scroll.

"You did well. Reward the other." Cale threw a bag of gold coins as Fressia bowed, watching the little lord return home.

Slowly she walked inside the haunted house as she did the last-minute checking. As she expected, there was no traces of the body. Blood as well as the body had been gotten rid of by using chemicals Cale had ordered.

'If there is no body, there is no way of knowing how they were killed or who did it.'

It was surprising for Fressia when she first started to work for this young lord. It hadn't been too long, she met him when the younger was eight. People would have believed it to be stupidity to follow eight years old. However, this young boy was surprising.

Nobody under the young master's command regrets working under him. They would happily trade their soul to protect this boy. The people who work under the young lord were people who needed saving. Cale as cold as he may look, he was a softy and an adorable master to his people.

'Heh, everybody would be delight to have a great meal today.'

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This is one of the stories in my scared drafts that are never meant to be published. - That's why it is a bit short- 

I do have few more chapter written for this... Do tell me if you want more. 

Thank you for reading!