F O R E M O S T, E S S E N T I A L [ᴛᴀᴋᴀꜱᴜɢɪ. ꜱ x ʏᴏᴜ]

VI

[Part 2]

| 3rd POV |

10 years later.

Stunned?

No.

It is more like dumbfounded or merely confused to the little man standing close ahead of Takasugi Shinsuke. The one eye with his usual sandogasa horribly widens the only sight sense, gazing at the copy paste of his small version, struggling to loosen his small feature from one of his man's holding.

Except for his peachy, slim and lithe little boy's lips, that's obviously taken from the woman who gives birth to that copy paste of little Takasugi.

He eyed the bright warm yellow and white stripe bound suitly on the kid's hand.

It's not like there was only one in this world. Perhaps that may belong to another person, not her.

Perhaps it's just another normal bracelet that was usually sold to the customer.

Perhaps it may truly be her's.

But how?

He witnessed himself she throwed it away, graving itself to the ground.

"I bet you must be familiar with this name I'm gonna tell you." the little boy smug, giving a sarcastic state as he struggled to lose his arm from being tugged by the two men who were double the size of his body.

As if his breath was being dragged away from his soul, the one eyed bandaged man halted his view to his copy paste.

"Kubota [Name]. The woman who you once ditched and left her abandoned by herself because of your own desire to destroy this so-called 'rotten world'. The same woman who is a long-time sufferer herself, coping and not just you killing her mentally..." his mouth set in a hard line, clenching the jaw before proceeding a seething voice undertone, "but her illness at any time it's gonna take her away from me. "

A huge lump stuck in his throat, as if it didn't allow him to interrupt the little boy's accused.

Because it was the painful truth he had to gulp in his throat.

"Also leaving the seed in her after breeding her rough, letting her raise the kid alone. Even disappear while she was needing to be by her side when she struggling in her life after what you have done to her? With those fucking thugs and those filthy asshole old man trying to dirt her. You're such a di-"

Matako barged in between their quarrel, after a moment without any dialogue and she decides to butt in to enhance her roles as well in this scene.

(and the author just roll her eyes.)

"Oi oi brats! How dare you insult him?? Who the hell are you, condemning the things he doesn't make? And how dare you copy his appearance?? How much fanatic are you? Are you realize who you are talking to-?!

"Brat." Takasugi ignored her howl of anguish without spare any glance to her but the small version of him.

Dark shadows bestow his petite figure, a pounce of nervous sweating over not just the boy but Matako as well. His eyes is glowing and intense purple aura just like The Generation of Miracles while playing the basketball.

Instead, it was full of curiosity yet hollow to describe the exact what is the meaning behind that piercing orbs.

The boy almost stuttered but managed not to show his nervous system before barks. "What now? You want to retort too?"