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For Once ✦Eight

"Took you long enough."

Retakka stood with his back facing to the man that entered his room. His face were shadowed by his bangs and the hood of the dark rain coat. His hand holding a bucket, with clean and dried...faces.

He continue forward, placing the bucket at his side as he taken the three flat wood piece and start attaching them to it. Retakka has his nose scrunched up, turning to walk out from the room.

"When you're done, proceed with the execution. Bring me the kid as well."

"Clean it up before tomorrow, Ice."

"What...do you mean?" Cyclone staring down at the knife in his hand. His reflection can be seen on the blade and he saw it.

The terrified look in his eyes that hunt him for 8 whole years.

"Should I rephrase?" Kaizo walk nearer, his back hunched peering him eye to eye. "What will you do,"

"If the one who kill your mother, was sent by your own dad?"

"How did you-"

"Will you kill him? Your dad?"

Will he?
He was abandoned since then.
Even causing mischief would not steer his father attention to him.

But ever since Kassim came...
He,

He never really thought about it much anymore.
It's like he finally get the attenttion he ever wanted.
And probably the care he craved from a father... or in this case, a brother.

"I won't." a faint whisper.

The dream of her death will forever taunted him.
Killing the cause of it would only add the pain that he wished to let go.

"It doesn't worth it."

A soft hummed coming from Kaizo.

He stood up straighter before him. A soft exhale through his nose. "I see."

"But really Kassim, how do you know-"

"You asked who am I, right?" Cyclone shuts up, waiting for him to answer. Kaizo seem to start packing up some things, getting ready for his tonight's infiltration mission.

"I'm going to be blunt. Amato have been suspected for leading a large drug syndicate case for the past few months. I have to find out about his latest plan and it will be a huge help if you're giving me a hand here." The cat's out of the bag. Kaizo waited for Cyclone's response only to be replied with a snort.

"You're joking right? You're really bad at jokes Ka..." His voice faltered, as the man giving him his infamous glare face, "...ssim... ."

Cyclone catch the thing he throw to him. His batch and ID. "Kaizo?"

"People like you, believe in justice doesn't it?" Kaizo asked, placing a gun neatly to the strapped pack on his thigh. He walks back to him, taking his things that he held. Cyclone face can't be more dumbfounded. This kind of act never crossed his mind.

"I..." he found himself hesitating. Suspects, his dad, drugs, police... can't he have an uneventful day for once?

"So in the end, dad still do that kind of job, huh." His throat tighten, as if there's lump in there.

And for once, he want to have faith in his own dad.

"Everything will be alright, I'll protect you."

The pat on his shoulder are firm.

His red eyes were warm. Soft.

Just for once, let him believe again.