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

IX

| 3rd POV |

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.

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.

"I bet you must be familiar with this name I'm gonna tell you. Kubota [name]."

Everything seems to be like drowning, lost in the deep ocean after more than decades.

Those names have been ingrained under the grave of his liver, or maybe the unknown part of his dead soul about your name.

Faraway look engrave on Takasugi's face, feeling distracted for a second as the boy keep chattered frustratedly.

The moving lips of the mini creature look like him, the stone cold emerald green eyes giving by him, the familiar shining worn out but neat looking bracelet holding grace on his small wrist even a little loose.

As if the two crews detaining the little boy didn't break any sentiments in his side but focusing on the growing boy standing and struggling in front of him.

A huge lump stuck in his throat. Because the man named Takasugi Shinsuke who is standing right now is not the same Kiheitai Leader who also an extremist Joui faction and a wanted fugitive by the government.

This moment, the man standing in front of the little boy is the man who longing for a woman name Kubota [Name].

You. A man who is missing half his soul after stumble the mini version of both you and him.

"Where is she?"

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| Name |

You weren't expecting a guest for someone rarely have an acquaintance beside those weird hectic trio, lady Tsukki and Hinowa under certain circumstance you could not even process that time.

What can be expected, this universe is a clown master to be exact. Nothing is impossible.

Other things, you don't even remember when the last time being hostile was part of your life beside the agitated feelings suddenly hearing the knock from the outside.

You decide to be well up on the upcoming guest, yelling coming to them and snatch the pocket knife you always hide on the wheelchair pocket.

Who knows something gonna happen while you were unaware of it?

Because the last thing you saw is the creepiest smile of a stranger holding the same familiar yellow bracelet and strangely,

Which is it isn't yours.

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| 3rd POV |

"Where is she?"

"Why should I tell you? Those broken brains already fixed after you heard my mother's name?"

Wrinkled brow showed without hesitation. The cold ego face he held for a long time crashed after this boy came.

Like some incoming and sudden metal brick being thrown onto the solid surface engraved onto the ground, same apply to the little boy standing bravely confronting the wanted man in the country.