A heart's wound.

Coincidence PART8

It had passed one month and a half since the alleyway incident. The incident who soon happened to be one of the best risks Kieran could had taken. He could of ran away, he could of screamed for help. But it hadn't worked, and the dumbest thing saved his life. He trusted him blindly, even after all that happened to him. His gut feeling was indeed right, he didn't die, he just got himself a new friend.
A friend he didn't know how he'd get so attached to. His only friend.

A week had passed since they last saw each other. It was now Sunday, the time was 11:40pm.

Zayden gathered his things, throwing away some bottles and cans that were left on the desk. His ear twitched as he'd hear a door opening.
  —Ah, hello Zayden —said Killer as he came inside the room.
  —Hey, Killer. Where were you these days if I can ask? —he'd turn towards him.
  —Business, business. Papers and talking —he'd wave his hand. —But I was hoping I could speak to you, actually.
  —Oh, what did you need?
  —I need you to gather: Aslan, Ziera and Zoro tomorrow morning by 6:30am. You don't have to bring anything, I just need to talk with someone and get some things fixed. You'll all meet them as well.
  —What do you need fixed, if I may ask? —his head slightly tilted.
  —My computer tower needs a checkup, and some "toys" of ours need upgrades —he'd chuckle.
Zayden thought it was a bit, even the slightest bit childish to call their weapons "toys".
  —Okay. I'll have them here in time, then —he'd put on his backpack.
  —I knew I could count on you —he'd smile. —Have a good night, then, Zayden.
  —Goodnight, sir.
Zayden exited the building. He'd rub his forehead as his head had been bothering him for some days. As he got home, he'd take his muzzle off firstly. He'd get his necessities out of his bag as he changed out of his clothes, finally relaxing down on his bed. He'd look through his phone, reading through some of his different texts as his eyes were barely closing.
He'd scroll through Kieran's chat. He didn't realize how much they actually spoke to each other. It didn't have to be a long conversation, just a tiny reminder that they were there for each other was enough.
 
Z: Hey.

He'd wait a minute. It didn't take long.

K: Hi!!
Z: Wait, why r you awake?
K: Why are YOU awake, sir?
Z: I just got home, wbu?
K: I..............
Z: Out of excuses then?
K: I can't sleeeeep ughh
Z: Haha, I guessed.

Zayden looked at Kieran's chat, for a second it looked like he was typing, but then it stopped. It went on and off for a couple of times before he'd actually send something.

K: Can I call you? Talking through text isn't the same.

He'd sit himself down as his back leaned against his pillow. Why'd he get nervous, suddenly?
  —Woah! That was fast! —Key exclaimed, chuckling.
  —Weren't you the one who asked? —he'd sigh.
  —Fine, fine. I was just, uhm, kinda curious about your life. I've told you a lot, you've barely told me anything! How's a day in the association?
  —We just do meetings and hang out, I've got early things to do tomorrow.
  —Hang out? With your friends or something? Y'all work together?
  —Yeah, my teammates.
  —Must be nice!
  —Why do you say? —he'd yawn.
  —I don't have anyone to hangout with rather than you, honestly. I don't know anyone else that hasn't been an idiot, they don't deserve me!
Zayden stood quiet for a moment, he knew he was joking about the last part. Key seemed like a positive person, but he wasn't the type to say something like that seriously. He didn't know, he couldn't have guessed. It seemed like everyday he learnt something new about him.
  —Im sorry about that. But Im glad you didn't stick next to people who didn't appreciate you.
  —Yeah. You know. . .
  —Hm?
  —Thanks, Zayden. For everything. I think im fine with only hanging out with you! But I've had such a busy schedule there isn't time. . .!
  —Mhm, there'll be time, im sure.
  —Well, I won't get the mood down. You should probably go to sleep, I should too. We've both got things to do tomorrow.
  —Alright, dad, whatever you say.
  —Old sack of fur!
Zayden and Key chuckled as his gaze softened. He liked listening to his laugh, he liked listening to him.
  —Goodnight, Kieran.
  —Goodnight, Zay!
He'd hang up, falling asleep the moment he set his phone away.