The Owner of This Weapon[Discontinued]

「️The Owner of This Weapon 」️「️Chapter 12」️

" _______! "
The boy looked behind with a smile.
" You're wearing white again. "
The younger male giggled before twirling around as if to show that his clothes are really white.
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" You said you like me wearing it! "
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" Well I like you either ways even if you don't wear white. "
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" Did you know my father t̴̨̡̨͖̞͙̖̝͉͛̋́o̶̧̰̦̪̳͛͆̈́͘͜͝l̵͙͙̳̅̎͒͋d̶̲̭͔̫̻̔̾̍̎ ̶̝̞̀͑͑͒͐̋̀̎͌͠ṁ̶͖͚̍ė̴̤̪̞̙̘̺̿̌̈́͒̈̕͜ ̶̡̫̯̮̳̮͠t̶̟͙̻͚͇̆̏͌̾͜h̴̨̲̹̪̮̭̞̪̔á̸̹̇̚t̵̡̨̜̝͇̋̄̿̆̿̽͐̕ ̷̠̥͛̚͠I̶͔͊̽̐̿͗'̶̝̲͋͌͒̓̆͜͠͠ḷ̶̐͌̓̇̌́́̕͜l̸̜̦̺̋͒͛͗͒̆̚͝ ̸̨̺̟͍͐͌̅̀̐̏͘͝b̷̲̣̭̃͐͊̈́͆é̴̹̰̹͚̬̏́ ̷̨͍́̀m̵̧̮̥̱̳̠̙̪͒̓̋́̇̍͊̾̔e̸̞͊͋͒͑̕ë̵͍̭̥̣́́͑̃̑͆̒̕t̴̜͚̦͉̖̤͔̼͚͍͛͌̔̓̇̈́́̐̿͘i̵͚̟̝̖͓̹͕̗͍̗̊̈́̀̒̏̀͊̚̚n̶͇̼͖͒͋̎̊͋̕͠g̶̏́̑͌̈́̒͒̚̕ͅ ̷̩̲͙̆́M̸̗̞̰̣͉̗̝̣͋̏͒͋̀͋͑̕̚͝ṛ̸͛.̶̼͕̥̉͊͗̆͒̈̑͗͑͊ ̷̨̠̱̙̒͒̄̑̊̑͝͝H̶̫́͛̀̏͆͌͠a̸̬͉̅͑͆̎͘̚ī̷̡̦͙̘̺̞͓́̇͜j̵͔̗̲̞͛i̴̮̣̤͆̔̈́̇́̌͜ ̸̢̞̰̗̮̹̈̓̉͜͝ ̵̪͎̪̹̥̿̽̓́̊͐̎͂͊t̶̯͙̬̗̃͌̎͜ò̵͚̭̬͓̝͍̦̈́̑͛̈́̽̅̊̆͝m̶͖͍͑̒͆̊́̐̈́̽̑ö̵͔̰̳̮́͛̅̈́r̷̫̬͈̬͙͎̟̣̍͛̔̆̓͠r̷̻̣̯̍̕o̶͉̙̦̱̗̰͆w̸̻̖̓͒͗̅̅̽͌̋͊̚!̵̢̨̟̲̦͖́͗̍ "
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" Huh? " The younger stood dumbfounded.
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" You should come with me! " He held the other's hand while he smiled excitedly.
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" I... okay..."
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" Pitiful. Erase their memories already." The mess of red splashed around the room. The scent of metal entering his nose. His supposedly new found  friend on the floor looking at him frightened at him. He was covered in blood after all.
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".̷̡͈̹̰͈̿̈́͆̂̈́̕͠.̸̥̦͛̄̊̀̋.̸̧͚͚̈̀I̸̱̙̽̆͂͑̉̔͗̋ͅd̵̬̼̻̥͙̞̭̜̗̺̈́̚ó̵͓̪̼̏̑́̓̋̕ṅ̷̛̛͍̝̹̞͓̓̊̕'̵͚́̅t̵̞͖̩͖̺̥͙̼͌̏̿͆̚w̸̢̢̨̭̦͈͉̣̺̅ą̵͔̝̼̉́̽̚͠ͅͅn̷̟̥͓̻̉̃̈́̃t̶̼̜̣̠̭͍̺͉͎̿́̏t̸͖̘̙͙̗̾h̴̼̮̜̭̜̦͐͗i̸̞̮̝̤̞͔̐̉͊͜ś̴͖̙̑͒̈́̏̈́a̴̞̤͒̊̌̋͘n̶̦̻͌̈͠y̵̨̞̱̘͗̅̆̿̒̉͠m̶̭̟͚̦͕̼̹̐̂̈o̷̧̢̪̻̬̓ŗ̵̛̛͇̬͖̺͕̲̉͂̉̔̊͛̾ȩ̷̢̳̝̩̻͊̂͛͊̿̏͑̚.̴̡͎̯̘̜͊̃̇̕͝.̴̪̰̹̞͖̽͛̑̒̽̌͝.̴͚̌̍̈͆͂̄̀̔́͘ "
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" She wouldn't be happy with that. This is your purpose." The adult slapped him while stepping on the dead body he had killed. The ex friend he had stared shock.
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" Y-you forced him! You made him kill him! " The child yelled standing up to protectively grab the younger in an embrace. " I thought it was strange! So this is your fault! "
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" Do it already. If you don't I might as well make you kill him. I need this child in the future. He will be a valuable asset for her when he despairs."
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" Sorry... Sorry... Sorry... " The younger weakly chanted before placing his forehead on the other forehead. His eyes glowed yellow soon after his ex friend fainted.
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Į̸̤̰̬̗̳̜̘̥́̾̔̈̊͊͌͐d̵̡̧͔̘̜̩̘̳̈́͋̉̚͜͝ǐ̶͙̩̎̈́͝͝d̸̢̻͍̹̮̒̾͘n̸̛̦͎̙͑͆̑́́ͅ'̴̧̮̪̼͇̙̺̃̈́̈͋̊ͅt̶̗̹͍̾̽͋̌̋â̴̖̖͛͆̋͝s̸̟̉̆̈́͌̾̋̕̚k̴̤̫͕̙͎̃̿́̍̚̕̚ḟ̴̭͚̜͙̗̪̟̐̈́̚ͅợ̴̧̧͙̎͂́̆̔̅̓ŗ̷̟̥̻̘̝͖͐̇̐̀͜t̷̘̲͍̬̔̐͗͒̏ẖ̶̥̫̤̼͍̼͖̩͔̎̓̽͗̒͂̿͛ḯ̷̢̧̡̥̠̜̘̈́̓̽̉̓̆͛̒̚s̴̨͙͕̜͆̀ẗ̸͍́͑o̸̢͍̦̝̩̙̺̙̱̿͋̌͝h̵̘̳̥̟̺̾͗̄̚͜a̸͈̞̐͊̉̇̈́̃̈́̕ṕ̶̩̿̍̈́̿͠p̶̪͇͖̄̆̎̉̓̽̕̕͜ȇ̴̘̹̞̜̣̑n̵̦͓̖͖͇̍͋
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" Saihara channn!! " Saihara slowly sat up from his little dozing off season when he was watching tv. Ouma seemed to have awoken since the little troublemaker was holding a glass of water towards him.

He was smiling adorably that Saihara felt like kissing him but he has to hold back.
After all we aren't together yet.
Saihara blushed before mumbling an audible " thank you.. " he held the glass near his chest before his blush turned into another darker shade.
Yet? YET??! When did I sound so confident?
He thought feeling overly embarrassed.