The Equation of Hearts

√𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟻𝟻ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩ

Odele and Camilla made up that night, returning to the penthouse where after another hour of conversing, Kato went and dumped Camilla in his bed to sleep. Kato left the room and held the door closed before finally turning to Odele, "you should probably pack." He suggested, "you wouldn't want to see Cassandra mad at you for being late." He looked down and felt, for once, his knees begin to give way.

"You're right." Odele shuddered and stretched, "I'm sleeping first though," he decided and went into his room. Kato nodded and checked the state of his nose when he sighed, which, as it turned out, began gushing blood as soon as he did so. Not that he was surprised. He had things to do though, so gathered the blood and walked into the kitchen to clean himself.

As he pressed a tissue to his nose, he looked at the blood and wondered if there was even a point of him bleeding. What was the point of something having such a useless liability? He looked at the blood in his hand and washed it.

"Saba!" The head chef came over. An old man, unsurprisingly. Kato hummed absently, "you're bleeding?" He whispered, getting a tissue, "come to this sink, this one has a disposal function I'd rather you don't stay near." He rushed Kato to another sink and helped him clean up, "are you okay? Have you slept?" He frowned.

"I don't need to sleep... but I have." He promised. He wouldn't get a nosebleed from fatigue. He got one because he had an idea as to what was happening.

"Does this happen a lot? Are you hurt?" The man interrogated again. Kato could use this to his advantage. He didn't respond,

"I have somewhere to be." He pulled out his phone and rang his father, who answered some rings later, "morning..." he wished.

"On my way to the university. What's up?" Tenshi nodded. Kato could hear the car.

"When I leave, can you tell them I died." He requested.

"Sorry, what? Why would they come to me anyway?" He muttered and gripped the wheel.

"I just... think it's the easiest way to go around it." He excused. He heard a beep and turned around, Tenshi was there, beckoning him over. Kato climbed in, "hello."

"Let's go to the university for the day. I don't feel like I spend enough time with you." Tenshi mumbled. Kato only nodded, "what was the great idea you had," he glanced and saw the tissue Kato had pressed to his nose.

"What if... Elena wasn't the problem," he looked up at the moving clouds. Kato didn't ever think he'd get comfortable in a car. Not when his body was telling him to get up and be active for every moment he took a break, "and it was instead... Adonis's." He proposed. "We know his father slept around... and in every world, regardless of who Adonis may be raised by, he was born to the same people."

"So what raises your suspicion of his parents being different?"

"Adonis's parents being dysfunctional isn't something my own father taught me. It's something I learnt doing this." He began, "in a world where you were all gods-"

"That's new." Tenshi deadpanned,

"There was a world like that." He brushed off, "Adonis truly didn't change. He looked the exact same, behaved the exact same, had the exact same life of riches, being an illegitimate child. He was and still is a carbon copy of the actual God he played." Kato recalled, also recalling how he fought Adonis there because he felt like it (also because the heightened attention it would have to survive would attract Tenshi of that world over). "But when I read around the world, it seemed people couldn't actually decide who gave birth to him. So... the chance is there." He proposed.

"Oh right, I see." He nodded and hummed, "interesting. I'll see what we can do with that information if that's the case." He wondered, "are you saying his parents have been the same in all of these worlds where I die?"