Daiji Cult

Assist 17

Rushing through the narrow hallways was a Japanese boy named Kiataro Kleev.

His black hair swayed with the light wind that crossed his skin. He fixed his deep gray robe with a red stripe in the middle of the robe that was given from members. 

He encountered a tall white door with golden handles. His hand trembled against the door. He knocks on the door with much hesitation.  "Master, it's me number 209Æ1." He shouted to the other side of the door, hoping no one would answer.

The door opened, and he met with a man much older than him. White flat hair and silver eyes. Is he the leader Kiataro asked himself in his thoughts. But as he looked as the man's clothing, it was of a butler.

"209Æ1, you said?" He repeated with a cold and anonymous voice. The Japanese boy nodded with a quick bow. "Yes, that is me." He lowered his head. The man gave a mysterious gaze at the boy. Who knew what was going on that man's head?

"His leadership requested that you help accumulate with a new member." He stated in a neutral voice. It sounded as if he didn't want to see the boy at all.

"A new member?" He titled his head. Why of all people does he have to do this? He's the worst of all the members in Daiji.

"Yes, he goes by the name seventeen." The man grabbed a brown envelope with a black pin on the lid.

"These are the files of what you must teach him. Remember, if you fail to teach him, you will be kicked out." The old man gave him a daring glare of frustration. He handed the envelope to the dumbfounded boy.

Kiataro bowed once more to the man. "I will not disappoint my master." He promised as he walked away from the man. He didn't say anything but watch him leave as he too went his own way.

Kiataro had received a message from his master. He opened up his phone, turning it on. He clicked on the pop-up messages.

My master
Jue Tong Age 22 nickname seventeen. Code name B1170. You will meet with him at Nobara Bridge. Show him around the building and accompany his needs for today only.

Kiataro almost dropped his phone. He bit his lower lip as his hands started uncontrollably, trembling. 

"There is no.." he muttered weakly.

The man's name is similar to the name of someone he knows. A person who he hates the most. It's just a coincidence, right?

There was no coincidence..

Kiataro had met up with this man. He had black hair with bangs split into twos. His gray eyes were deep like an abyss. He was wearing a baggy shirt with a short top jacket that had the initials of the Daiji cult and his nickname number. Around his fingers, he wore silver rings. His hand also had thick silver bracelets. A belt that had decorations on it that appeared expensive like the rest of his clothing. In other words, he is perfect as ever.

"You are seventeen, right?" He gave him a cold introduction.

"Yes." His gaze met with his. He was taller than him. The man had to look down upon him.