Guarded Whispers (GiyuuSane)

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The next morning, the safehouse's halls echoed with the furious shouts of Prince Sanemi. "Can someone explain what the fuck happened!?" His hands slammed down on the table with a thud, reverberating through the tense room. Silence hung heavy, broken only by distant, hurried footsteps outside the door. "This is a fucking joke!"

"Your Highness," the head of the security department began, his voice filled with a mix of fear and guilt, "we're still investigating the attack, but we believe it was an assassin group from Isolantis Tidalia."

Sanemi's eyes blazed with anger. "That sure answers a lot of questions!" he yelled, dripping with sarcasm.

"Our deepest apologies, Your Highness. We will get to the bottom of this. Your father-"

"I don't give a damn about what happens to him!" Sanemi cut in sharply, his voice a growl. "No one gives a shit!”

The room was sent into a haunting silence, broken only by the prince's door slam, which sent a wave of chills through everyone in the room.

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The sun barely peeked over the horizon, casting a pale light through the windows of the safe house. The events of the previous days still weighed heavily on everyone’s mind, and a tense silence hung in the air.

Sanemi sat at the dining table, his eyes fixed on a cup of untouched coffee. His mind raced with thoughts. The memory of the gunshots and the fear in his siblings' eyes played on a loop in his head.

Tomioka entered the room, his expression unreadable. He’d barely slept, his mind too preoccupied with worry for Sanemi. He approached the table and sat down across from the prince.

“Sanemi,” he began softly, “how are you holding up?” Sanemi looked up, his eyes betraying his exhaustion and worry. “I’m fine,” he replied briefly, though his voice lacked conviction.

Sanemi’s eyes flickered with frustration. “I feel useless. I’m hiding away in this safe house.” Sanemi’s fists clenched, a mixture of anger and helplessness surging through him. “I should be doing something.” He muttered.

““You’re doing what you need to,” Tomioka said gently. “Protecting your siblings and ensuring their safety is just as important.” Giyuu continued firmly. “And right now, you need to stay safe.”

Before Sanemi could respond, the door to the room opened, and a tall figure stepped in. He was dressed in the uniform of the royal guard, his stance confident and his eyes sharp. Tomioka’s expression darkened at the sight of him.

“Prince Sanemi,” the newcomer greeted with a bow. “I am Riku Kaiba, your new bodyguard. I’ve been assigned to ensure your safety alongside Tomioka.”

Sanemi looked between the two men, sensing the tension immediately. “Two bodyguards?”

“The department deemed it necessary given the recent attack,” Riku explained. “We cannot take any chances with your safety.” Giyuu’s jaw tightened. “I can protect him just fine.”

Riku raised an eyebrow. “Clearly, the department thinks otherwise.”

Sanemi stood up, raising a hand to silence them. “Enough. I don’t have time for this. If the council thinks I need two bodyguards, then so be it.”

Tomioka and Riku exchanged a look. “Understood.” they said in unison.

The rest of the day was tense. Tomioka and Kaiba argued over every detail, from the best escape routes to the security measures. Sanemi found himself caught in the middle, his patience wearing thin.