Heart Transplant (Zezra)

Payback Trick

[EZRA POV]

I listen carefully to what Zeb told me. My eyebrows furrow In concern and anger as he tells me Vizago and Ferpil's plan.

How dare Ferpil?! How dare both of them?! When I get my hands on them... well, I wouldn't need to touch them to make them suffer, I'm sure, but still!

I was snapped out of my internal ranting, however, when I hear a loud growl. I look up in surprise to see Zeb kicking the metal floor with such rage that it seem like the floor was really going to rip itself up.

"I KNEW Ferpil was being too nice for our own good." He growls. "I KNEW that we shouldn't have TRUSTED that... that... that BASTARD!"

I jump at the word before I feel my tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. I get confused until I realize what I thought.

He... I... I was too trusting on Ferpil. And it... it feels like Zeb's blaming this whole mess... on me...

I burst into tears and was soon hugging myself, crying on my thighs as I hug my legs tight.

Why is it always my fault...? Why...? Why...

"E... Ezra?" I look up at him to see him glancing down at me in shock. "W-Wait, why are you... no. No, no! Kid, I don't blame you for all this—"

"But... it's sounds like you ARE blaming me for all this..." I sniffle my tears, my breathing uneven as I turn my head to avoid eye contact.

"No, kid..." I hear Zeb sighing before a thud comes, and I make a quick glance to see him sitting on the floor in front of me. "I DON'T blame you, okay? I mean, sure, you WERE the one to trust Ferpil, but—"

"SEE?! YOU'RE BLAMING ME!" I let out a hard cry, my voice mixing rage and sadness.

I don't know since when my mood kept exaggerating, but I don't think it matters now, does it? Well, I COULD think of a reason, but that memory feels like a blur...

"No, no, Ezra, it's not like that," I feel a hand on my chin, and I look up to see Zeb in front of me. "I don't blame you. I just... wished that we had thought things through, that's all,"

"So... it's not my fault?" I ask.

"Well," he grins at me. "it's not ALL your fault, but yeah, it ain't your fault,"

I smile and wipe the tears off my eyes. He helps me to wipe them off then he places a hand on both of mine. My cheeks heat up a bit at his touch as I gulp.

Omg, his strong... large... hand... my gosh, why am I so gay? I mean, sure, I've liked him for a long time, but still, I think I'm going too gay for him...

Awkward silence dawns upon us. I couldn't look up at him in the eye without getting the need to faint. He squeezes my hands, and I turn to see him looking over at me with a more serious expression.

"Now, we need to think of a plan to get back at Ferpil for what he did," he growls lowly. "Any ideas?"

I think for a while before an idea enters my mind that will end Ferpil for good. He might have been an old friend of mine, but if his translation of a 'friend' is someone you can stab in the back then he had crossed the line.

"I have a plan," I tell him. "And yes, I have thought it through, but you would have to be the one to do it,"

"Why me?" He asks me.

"Because we need to do it tomorrow, during my operation," I reply, and his eyebrows furrow in worry, so I smile and take my hand from him to place it on his shoulder. "Okay, okay, let me explain the plan from start to end..."