Black eye met mine as the male who owns that eye is on top of me. I almost screamed but the man said something that made me stop.
"Mom?!" His voice echoed in my room. The mask fell from his face, revealing his silver left eye. His eyes became watery and tears started to fall from it.
"I'm glad you're safe..." he croaked and suddenly hugged me. My whole body was heating up; mind went blank and asked so many things. A part of me wants to push him away but my hands suddenly wrapped itself around his neck, as if to comfort him. He might be confused, well so am I... but whenever I see someone cry... I don't have control over my body and end up helping them and after hearing that last sentence, I assumed something happened to this guy's mother. He cried on my shoulder and we continued in that position until all I could hear was whimpers from him. Slowly I pushed him off of me, making us both sit up from my bed.
"I'm sorry but I think you got me confused with someone else... I don't have any memory of having a child..." I assured him and tried wiping off his tears, as doing so he put his hand on mines. He looked at me and observed. His eyes suddenly shot up surprised.
"No way... so he really did..." I thought he was going to cry again but he just stared at me.
"You look a lot like my mother... but..." He places his hands on my cheeks.
"Your eyes are not red like hers... I'm sorry." He apologized. I didn't say a word and now admired the man sitting in front of me (Prefer to the picture above; I'm bad at describing.). His hair is black with grey streaks at the end, his right side untied while his left tied up. A half grey jacket with silver line edges with matching shorts and boots. Under it is black sleeves; I think is a suit till his legs and on it are grey ribbons tied to its arms and bandages on the legs. A silver belt and a piercing under his lips, he has a really cool fashion sense but isn't it a bit too hot wearing it? After observing him, he sat at my side and let out a sigh.
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"You must be confused on what is happening and why I'm suddenly in your room... correct?" He asked while crossing his arms and I nodded in reply.
"I am Efil, what is your name?" he asked and gestured his hand in front me.
"...Katsumi Oda." I took his hand and we shake hands, we let go and he continued.
"Well, I guess I can begin on why I'm here. Me and my cousins are forced into a game by a man naming himself 'The Joker'. We are to defeat him together in order for us to achieve our goal that is. Even so, we can't take him on our own as well. But there is a catch on grouping up..." His eye twitched while explaining and he looked down.
"We are to fight one another to determine the leader of the group, despite giving us the titles. We have The Clover, The Spade, The Heart, The Diamond, The Ace, The Jack, The Queen, and The King; which is entitled to me."
"W-Wait please, why are you telling me this...?" I interrupted.
"I was getting to that part. Before we could even go against his wishes, he stole our powers and captured our family. It made us weak. We required a medium to be able to battle each other. That medium will be the source of our power until we achieved our goal. Their will is what makes them strong, the stronger the better." He took his mask and started playing with it.
"The one who awakens us by our artifact will be our medium and this is my artifact. This is an item given to us by our family... It holds a very dear memory for us. How did you get this?" he asked and he gave me the mask.
"A man had dropped if after bumping into me." I replied, clutching the mask.
"Tsk. It might have been him who did it..." he said with an annoyed tone. He stood up, walked to my window and went quiet. Everything he told me, I slowly swallowed it all. In my mind everything was too fiction, but him being in my room and the mask glowing before he came was almost proof of it.
"Sorry..." I heard him murmur, still looking out of the window, hands now in his pockets.
"I'm not used to it either. It's the first time for me to think of a plan out a blue and the power that is left with me is useless..." before he could continue, a loud slam caught our attention.
"Katsumi!" I heard after that. But it wasn't my brother's voice. Without thinking, I rushed out of my room and downstairs to our living room to see him lying on the couch while a man hovers over him.
"Kyoichiro san..." I sighed with relief. That man looked at me and smiled. He stood up and patted me on the head.
"I told you to call me without formalities Katsumi..." He chuckled and so did I. I looked at my brother's tired face. He overworked himself again huh...
Katsumo Oda, 32 years old, has the same features as mine; like twins. My brother and the only family member I have. Our parents got into an accident when I was only 8. We don't have any close blood relatives and he is of legal age. So my 22 year old brother took care of me and took countless jobs to get me to study and finish high school. He is currently working as florist in the most successful flower shop in our town. The one who owns it is my brother's best friend and the one who brought him home today. Kyoichiro Amano, 35 years old, has black hair and blood red eyes. He is like family to us now, and that he and my brother are in a relationship. So it was normal for me to see him topping over brother.
"Sorry for the trouble of bringing him home. Though, I thought you would have taken him at your place." I teased and we both chuckled again.
"I would have if it weren't for the fact that you're alone tonight." He replied and then it hit me.
"Katsumi, what was that?" Speak of the devil. I heard Efil's voice behind me; I turned to see him by the kitchen's door frame. Then it happened.
"Katsumi, who is this?" Kyoichiro asked with a stern voice. He went by my side and grabbed my shoulders.
"I should be asking you the same... who are you to touch her." Efil's voice brought a shiver into me. What was that...?
"I'm one of her guardians. I have the rights to protect her." Kyoichiro replied. I haven't heard him being so irritated before.
"You did a really good job. Just leaving her here alone." Efil shot back. I struggled out of Kyoichiro's hold and placed my hand on both of their arms.
"Guys, l-let's talk this out quietly please." I huffed and looked at my sleeping brother. They saw my signal and arranged ourselves. Kyoichiro and I carried brother in his room while Efil waited in the living room. As we got ourselves comfortable, me and Efil explained our situation to Kyoichiro. He listened and didn't say a word.
"...I know it's a lot to take in, trust me so did I..." He placed his hand on top mine which was on my lap. I stopped to look at him; his face was looking down as if telling me to stop.
"Seriously, are you just going to leave them hanging Ichi?" Efil said a bit annoyed. Wait, how did he know his name, hence his nickname? I didn't mention his name during our discussion.
