A heart's wound.

Impulse PART9

Kieran laid in his bed as he'd write on his notebook. He felt extra comfortable today, as he had recently received some pillows from an online purchase.
  —This is the life!. . . —he'd stretch his arms out for a second, arching his chest up as he'd slightly bend back. Continuing his work.
He felt relaxed, open minded. . . Thinking about work, the lyrics of the music he was listening to, Zayden. . .
  —Wait- what? —he stopped himself.
Zayden? Oh, Zayden.
Kieran closed his eyes as he'd start to click his pen, trying to concentrate. But instead of seeing black, like one normally does when their eyes are closed, he was just... there. Zayden suddenly falling onto him, such nervous expression. But he couldn't hide the fact he also felt nervous back then. He had gotten so close, his hand brushing against him and his muzzle barely touched his face. He had never felt smaller, Zayden's whole body just hovering over him.
  —I need to concentrate, man. . . —he'd brush his bangs out of his face. —Although, shouldn't he be here at any minute?
He'd say as he looked at the time, at that exact moment he received a message. The time was currently 11:00pm.
Z: Im outside.
K: The door's open!
He'd text back. He was already prepared for it. But, was he really? The thought couldn't leave his mind, and he didn't know how much it would affect him.
A knock was heard on the door, Key sprung out from his bed as he'd turn off his music. Placing his notebook away on the other side of the bed as he went to open the door.
  —Who is it?~ —he'd ask, chuckling.
  —The delivery man, c'mon —Zayden answered.
Key opened the door as he squeaked. —Hey! —he'd exclaim.
  —Ah, hey —his ear briefly twitched downwards, as if he got hurt.
  —Hey, you good? —his head tilted, letting him inside. —You don't look that okay, honestly.
  —Im fine, just a headache —the door closed behind him.
  —The same one you had this morning? Yeah, don't think I didn't realize! —he'd walk over to him.
  —You. . . noticed? —he'd scratch his neck.
  —Well, yeah, of course! —he'd grab both of Zayden's hands. —It was one of the main reasons I called you for help, but it's better that we met later.
Zayden felt startled as Key placed one of his hands against his own forehead, placing the other on Key's own forehead as well.
  —I can't feel if you have a fever, do you? —he'd wait.
Zayden's tail swayed a little bit before he answered, he didn't feel anything. —It's not a fever, besides, I already took a painkiller. I just need to wait for sometime.
Key let go of his hands as they lowered themselves to the sides of his body.
  —Alright then, I have some questions to ask you.
  —What a coincidence, then.

They both sat down in the bed as Key coughed before speaking.
  —You can go first this time. Im all ears! —he'd slightly lift his ears up, joking around.
  —Alright —he'd nod —. . . why did you agree to the deal? I mean, I thought you hated them.
  —Yes, I do. Well, I did, I guess. But this one was different —he'd move his hands as he explained. —You see, I had almost no control over the last one, the one where you heard me screaming. But before we settled anything, I had already stated my requirements and Killer seemed to accept them without a problem! —he'd smile. —So he agreed to my terms and conditions, and he's going to pay me well!
  —Ah, okay, I get it —he understood at first, I mean, it was a fair deal —And yeah, Killer's a man of his word.
  —So it is your gang, right? Killer, you, the other wolf, the fox and the lion? —he'd try to remember.
  —Mhm, they're my teammates, well, not all of them —he'd slightly lean back.
  —How many are there?! —he'd get interested.
  —Almost ten. . . In my gang, only.
  —Dude, you've got to explain to me how this works.

He proceeded to explain that his gang weren't the only ones in the association. There were tons, tons of more predators who wished for justice as well. His gang was barely half of it. Yet, the one thing he didn't explain was what they did in their missions, he couldn't tell him that.