"What do I intend to do with my life? Live it. By any means necessary... and protect those who make it worth it."
That was the conclusion Ayanokouji Kiyotaka came to after finding something he didn't even know he had-- a chance, a small hope to reta...
"Kiyotaka-sama, that's enough!" an elderly man shouted as he opened the door leading to the luxurious kitchen with a loud bang.
The sight greeting him was a large and expensive kitchen filled with elegant decorations and all the cooking utensils needed by professional chefs. The tiles, the tools, and the kitchen island were spotless.
That is until the blood stained everything.
Standing in front of the kitchen island, with a fully-grown adult's head in his clutches, was a brown-haired boy with an apathetic look on his face— seemingly unfazed by the multiple unconscious bodies surrounding him and the amount of blood there was in the kitchen and on his clothes.
"Matsuo-san," the boy, Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, spoke with a monotonous tone as he let go of the agent's head as if he wasn't just giving the man a reason to have plastic surgery with the kitchen island. "That man found out about our plans to have me enrolled in that high school. As you can tell," Kiyotaka gestured to the bodies surrounding him, "he's already sent the guards to transport me."
The old yet muscular man cleared his throat. "Yes. I've already found out the hard way."
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Kiyotaka leaned to the left and looked past his butler, where he could see some agents knocked out in the room where Matsuo was. 'I suppose that he knows how to defend himself based on his physique and the fact that he doubles as my bodyguard.'
"I see. Do you have a car ready? There are several guards assigned to guard this mansion, and more will probably come."
"The keys are in the garage with them, Kiyotaka-sama. We should go now." Matsuo gestured to the hallway leading into the garage.
"Alright. I assume you already have a destination in mind?" Kiyotaka asked as he grabbed a plain gray duffel bag he left nearby before he and Matsuo started walking towards the garage.
"I have a where and a who. My associate is a very skilled man, and I trust that he'll be able to keep you hidden until the time for you to go to Sakayanagi-san's high school comes, but..." Matsuo suddenly stopped speaking, appearing troubled.
Sensing Matsuo's hesitation, Kiyotaka spoke, "It's alright, Matsuo-san. You've already done enough for me, more than I can repay. I understand if you need to go and protect your son. Eiichiro, was it?"
"...Yes, Kiyotaka-sama. I apologize that I can't do more for you, but truthfully, my son needs me more than you do. In any case, once I contact my associate, he'll take care of you from then on."
The two arrived at the basement garage, hearing the sounds of multiple agents upstairs. With a sense of urgency, Matsuo opened the door before turning on the lights with the switch right by the doorway, revealing an extremely spacious garage— with enough space to house twelve cars, each with a gray tarp covering them.
