Wicked Prayer

Chapter 5 - Treachery Touches All..

"For the weird reasons of the world, I wasn't supossed to touch that until I was capable enough to handle your lovely album of crimes," Hinashi resting on the chair folded his arms across his chest. His one leg crosses over the other, simply observing the wide eyed reaction of Shun who is skimming endlessly on the papers.

"I need to smoke," Shun said in a monotone.

A supervisor guard sitting frozen on his chair stood up and walked over to the counter aiming for the motionless box of cigarettes. As the guard walked towards Shun, he snatched the box away from his palm. Shun looked at his reflection through the observatory glass at end of the room when he inserts the cigarette between his lips.

He realized the sweat noted on his face as he torched the tip of the cigarette. He faced back to Hinashi who gave him a sly smile.

"Don't you love it, Shun?"

"Shut the fuck up, who did this?!" Shun tossed the file down onto the desk, "Who was savage enough to be the omniscient bitch?!"

"Here are some questions: You're living with a gang, but you're always hovering around solo... why is that? Are you plotting something with a friend in the shadows? Nagasa must be sure you've done this for years," Hinashi reminisced.

"I've had a feeling that by me saying that same line six hundred and seventy billion times to your dead brain cells is like lifting Mount Tosen with a pinky finger," Shun said under his breath as he held back the blood boiling in his body, crumbling the cigarette box with his fist. "I didn't kill your fucking best friend,"

"Look what it says in the books," Hinashi said.

Shun argued, "Sure, me and him were neck on neck with each other. He joined our syndicate, yet he was disguised as one of our own. I don't know what exactly drove the guy to first of all, approach me and the mafia, and secondly becoming so loyal in the name of the gods?! You'll never understand why everyone hated his guts!"

"I understand everything!" Hinashi gripped onto Shun's collar. "Look at me and remember this... I'm smarter than you, more responsible and better than the holy eternal souls that have dwelled in the 14th dimension for centuries. You, boy must know: my way is the way! Maybe his intention was to spy on you! Honey, I'll tell you the facts that there was enough evidence to support that you were the last person to see him alive AND out of all the Sandri-Tosen thugs out there, you were certainly ready to bust him down any day with a passion!" Hinashi yelled in a creaking voice, "How else would he have died so brutally-" Shun finally grabbed onto Hinashi's wrist, and thrust it over to the side.

In return, Shun sprung up his chair, swung his arm and unleashed a pounding punch to Hinashi right across the face, to the point where a tiny droplet of blood splattered out the gaping hole of his nostril. Hinashi lowered his face, clenched his face as he quickly wrapped his entire hand on his face while the blood leaked in between his fingers.

The guard dashed and grabbed both Shun's arms from behind. The amber eyed boy lashed out his body, trying to tear himself away only from the containment of the guard's arms around his body. Shun's arms and his fingers to curved tightly on the man's clothes. When Shun slightly slipped out his arms, in a split second, the guard shoved his weight back into the grip.

"I couldn't agree with you more, "God!" I'm not a boasting ass fucker who goes around pointing their dicks at what you call those so called "incoming" masked mate intruders who he "thinks" are the rats shitting on this lost piece of land," Shun boomed. "You guys are so alike, it's bullshit!"

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"How long has she been sitting her ass down?" One investigator murmured, nudging an elbow against a fellow coworker's shoulder. The partners discovered a deserted young pale girl with black hair, her unruly bangs cloaked her face. It was quite hard work to identify her face. Her raven hair radiated against the rays of the light bulb inside the corridor where Hinashi and the suspects where seen marching through earlier.