False Gods: Disciple

Chapter Ten: Peace Shattered

[Log Start] With the commander of Alpha battalion dead, C-94-01 has shown himself as a strong person, now, he needs to show them that he is a cunning leader. I will watch this unfold with great interest [Log End]

Her cheek was soft against his lips, a slight warmth radiated from her, even in the cold rain. Nemzio removed his lips from her cheek, feeling almost reluctant to do so. He looked into Mizuki's eyes, they were brimming with happiness,

"Was that... what you wanted...?" Nemzio asked nervously, his face felt like it was going to burn off,

"Yeah..." Mizuki smiled awkwardly, her face several shades deeper red than before. Mizuki took his hand, "Let's head back,"

"Not mad at Nemzian and Tenashi anymore?"

"Not after that," Mizuki said, then blushed even deeper, looking away. Nemzio was confused by the statement, deciding to ignore it, knowing Mizuki would likely not explain herself.

The two returned to the house, completely and utterly drenched.

"Did you guys have fun?" Hezikai commented, sitting with his back to the wall, a small book in his left hand, an ancient pen in his right.

"Yeah..." Mizuki responded quietly, blushing. Nemzio looked over Hezikai's shoulder, into the book he had in his hand. The book had sketches of a man with long, black hair, and scars all over his body. The man had blood running from beneath his right eye. Nemzio's blood ran cold, it was the blood disciple from the fight several days ago, Kaizuku.

"Hezikai, why do you have drawings of that blood disciple in that book?" Nemzio asked bluntly. Hezikai flinched,

"It's... personal." He muttered, shutting the book.

"Alright, fine." Nemzio said, not wanting to press him for answers,

"Mmhm." Nemzio and Mizuki sat with their backs to the wall opposite to Hezikai,

"Nemzian," Nemzio called,

"Hm?" Nemzian answered from the other side of the bed

"You know, things are gonna get a lot tougher from now on, right?"

"Yeah,"

"Okay." Nemzio concluded,

"Nemzio?" Nemzian asked,

"Yeah?"

"I'll be as good as you guys eventually, right?" Nemzio flinched,

"Of course," He said, "You might even be better than us one day," Nemzio didn't believe a word of what he said. He heard the rain slow, and eventually stop, the awful silence he hated so much settling in. The lack of sound allowing his mind to wander to dark places. He could see his brother being killed, Mizuki torn apart, Tenashi crushed, Hezikai going mad, and worst of all, he saw himself, alone, "Come on, let's all talk about something," Nemzio suggested desperately,

"What's there to talk about?" Mizuki asked,

"I don't know!" Nemzio burst out, "I just... can't take the silence..."

"I get it," Hezikai chimed in, opening his book again, "If it helps, I can talk about this," He looked reluctant,

"You sure?" Nemzio asked,

"Yeah, I'd rather not talk about my personal matters, but I do know a lot about Kaizuku, and if we know that, we could have an upper hand in a fight against him if we ever meet him again."

"How do you know him?" Nemzian asked,

"I said I'd rather not talk about personal stuff." Hezikai responded bluntly, "Anyway, he's the disciple of blood, but I'm thinking you all guessed that already,"