"Rynako..." Someone whispers.
A man with striking silver hair opens his eyes as sleep still fogged his mind. He sits up and closes his eyes once more as he still felt drowsy. Suddenly, Rynako gets his forehead flicked.
"Get up." The same person says.
"Ow..." He rubs his forehead as it stings a little, he then looks over to see his friend crossing their arms. A certain look of 'get up already' written all over their face.
"I'm up. I'm up." Rynako sighs as he stands up and does a big stretch.
"Good. I made you some eggs and toast. I'll meet you in town square. And don't be late." Rynako's friend then exits the room.
"Yes, Jericho." Rynako sighs before he goes to clean himself up. Rynako slips on his compression shirt and looks at himself in the mirror, giving himself a wink in admiration before exiting the room.
Once he arrived in town square, he noticed that there was a small crowd in front of a building, leaving this man confused. He shuffled and elbowed his way through to see what the commotion was. Horror was displayed on the ground. It was a mangled, an almost unrecognizable, body. Rynako seemed unbothered, he was a mercenary after all. Seeing a dead body didn't faze him. Until he noticed something that made his heart completely drop.
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"Come on, wear the necklace. It's to celebrate our first mission!" Jericho held up a twin dragon pendant, a matching on around their neck.
"No, it'll compromise our stealth." Rynako retorted.
Jericho then pouted, giving him the puppy dog eyes. Practically pleading for them to wear it.
Rynako sighed as he grabbed the necklace, "I'll wear it when we're not on missions. Happy?"
Jericho smiled, "Very."
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Rynako crouched down and picked up the bloodied pendant on the ground. One that paired with his own. Jericho... Blood in his hand, he put on his hood and just like that disappeared from the scene as if he were never there. There were many who wanted to take down Jericho and Rynako. They were mercenaries, wanted mercenaries. Rynako had one person to turn to, a man whose glasses rim was a big as his brain.
Knock. Knock.
"No one's home."
"Ajon, it's me. It's Rynako."
There was shuffling heard on the other side of the door. The door then unlocks, on the other side of the door was a man who wore rounded glasses, a navy-blue trench coat and dark green slacks. His red eyes peered through the rims and stared at Rynako.
"What are you doing here?" He asks.
Rynako holds up his palm, the dried blood covering it. He opens his hand and there was the pendant.
"Is that Jericho's?"
Rynako was silent.
Without any words, Ajon drags the other inside the house. He glances outside to see if there were any possible followers before closing the door. He turns to Rynako and adjusts his glasses.
"Go wash your hands in the kitchen sink. You know the way."
Rynako looks at the pendant in his hand before walking his way to a kitchen area. He turns the faucet as cold-water splashes onto his hand and over the pendant. He lets the water run for about a minute or two. He watched the dried blood drip off his hands; the pendant still stained.
"Rynako."
Rynako regains his senses and turns off the tap before walking back into the main room. Ajon stood by a large desk; a bunch of paper scattered all over it. Ajon reaches over to a bookshelf and takes a book as a secret passage opens up.
