SoulBound

Bonus Chapter

Daz walks out of a tear in the fabric of space and time, stepping into the Void Plane with his usual nonchalance. "Iza! I think I dropped my favorite button in here. Have you seen it?" he calls out, his voice echoing in the vast emptiness. There's no answer.

Daz furrows his brow, glancing around. "Iza? You 'avin' a kip?" He notices Iza sitting on a chair, staring blankly into the darkness, lost in thought.

Daz approaches him, waving a hand in front of his face. "Eh? What's up with you, mate?" he asks, puzzled.

Suddenly, Daz picks up a familiar scent—pure violets and roses, with a hint of cherry blossom. He sniffs the air, his eyes widening in recognition. "What the—?" He sniffs again to confirm. "Yup, it's confirmed. Big Sis was here," Daz mutters, a knowing grin spreading across his face.

A sudden realization hits him like a bolt of lightning. "Wait, does that mean...?" Daz grabs Iza by the shoulders and shakes him vigorously. "Come on, man! Snap out of it!" he shouts, slapping Iza back and forth.

Iza snaps out of his trance, rubbing his cheek with a wince. "Ow! The hell's wrong with you?" he demands, glaring at Daz.

"You were in the deep end, man," Daz replies, his tone grave. "You just experienced the Dazed and Adored Disorder!"

"The what?" Iza asks, bewildered.

Daz takes a deep breath, as if about to impart some profound wisdom. "It's a disorder that occurs among males when they are petted or spoiled by females."

Iza stares at him, deadpan. "What kind of nonsense is that?"

"And judging by this scent," Daz continues, ignoring Iza's skepticism, "Big Sis was here, correct?"

Iza narrows his eyes. "Since when did you become a master detective?"

"Answer the question, mate."

Iza sighs in defeat. "Yes, she was here."

Suddenly, the space around them shifts, forming a small room that looks identical to an interrogation room. A single overhead light flickers to life, casting an eerie glow.

"How the hell are you manipulating space in the VP?" Iza asks, baffled.

"It's for the plot, Iza. Now let me do the questioning," Daz says, settling into the role with enthusiasm.

Daz sits across from Iza, steepling his fingers like a seasoned interrogator. "What were you doing with Big Sis?" he asks, his voice low and serious.

"Nothing really, just chat," Iza replies, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Really?" Daz isn't convinced. He leans forward, eyes narrowing. "What was she wearing?"

"Is this necessary?" Iza asks, exasperated.

"Trust me, it is," Daz assures him, his tone deadly serious.

Iza sighs, rolling his eyes. "She was wearing her casual clothes—purple jacket and tank top. Very good taste in fashion, I'd say."

"I see," Daz mutters, nodding sagely. Damn! Such a bold choice of outfit! he thinks to himself. Jacket and tank top?! A perfect combo of subtle sexiness and revealing style! Way to go, Big Sis!

"So," Daz continues, his eyes gleaming with curiosity, "what did she do?"

Iza stutters, his face turning slightly pink. "Uhh, she... she brought her hand up to my cheek."

The room falls into a stunned silence.

"Eh?" Daz says, his voice rising in pitch.

"EH?" he repeats, louder this time.

Big Sis made a move on Iza?! Daz thinks, his mind racing. I never saw it coming! But at the same time... they do seem ideal for each other. A wide grin spreads across his face, barely contained.

Iza looks at him, confused. "What's that face you're making?"

Daz suddenly taps Iza on the shoulder, his expression turning uncharacteristically serious.

"Daz?" Iza says, feeling a strange sense of dread.

Daz gives Iza a thumbs up, his face breaking into a broad smile. "I humbly accept you as my brother-in-law, but you must prepare a ride for me to the wedding. I want to arrive with style."

"The hell are you saying?" Iza responds, bewildered.

Daz's smile widens, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You like Big Sis, don't you?"

"What? That's preposterous," Iza replies, trying to sound firm, though the blush creeping up his neck betrays him.

"Wait... have you guys had an affair?" Daz asks, his tone dripping with mock seriousness.

Iza's face turns a deep shade of red. "What kind of question is that?!"

Daz's eyes sparkle with mischief. "The Dazed and Adored Disorder just evolved!"

"Don't say things so splendidly, you idiot!" Iza retorts, his voice a mix of embarrassment and irritation.

Daz just laughs, leaning back in his chair, clearly enjoying every second of Iza's discomfort.