Kenchiki's POV
Kenchiki Garcia was a typical child growing up. He had parents, a cute and shy younger brother and a big house, and a lot of toys. Since the day he was born he was spoiled, he one day asked his mother why and she told him it was because he was younger than her in the family and as an adult, she should naturally pamper him, therefore he then started spoiling his brother, because he was the older one but also because his brother's eyes shined brightly when he gave up his brand new fire engine for him, since then he swore he would make his brother's eyes shine for a lifetime.
But alas life was cruel to the Garcia family, at the age of five his brother and he were nearly killed when leaving the pre-school, that was when Kenchiki found out about their family business, The Garcia family was well known for their money laundering business in the underworld and also their ability to wield and control any weapons they learned to use, which made it easier for the
On top of a big bed, lay two men who were breathing hard, the bed and the surrounding a complete mess, there were pillows thrown across the room, one laying on top of a lamp which was smashed into pieces by falling from the table it was on, and pillow stuffing floating in the air. The room looked as if a huge hurricane ripped through it. Letting out a sigh, Kenchiki turned on his side to face his brother, who had to stuff in his hair and on his body. "Yoshiki" Kenchiki hissed, to get his brother's attention, who was facing the ceiling with a clenched jaw. Kenchiki let out a sigh again and said, "I'm going to take a shower. Maybe we can talk about this when you can look at me and have calmed down a bit." Yoshiki watched, paralyzed, as Kenchiki got up. The stuffing from the pillows he was using to hit him stuck to his stomach along with body fluids, which further proved their actions from last night, along with his brother's wince of pain as he sc
Yoshiko looked at the youth across from him, looking into the brown eyes that held a deep obsession for him. He couldn't help but question why the original soul didn't notice. "Forgive me for making you worry, I was in a bit of a bind last night, but I ran across an old acquaintance who helped me with it, it was rather enjoyable for me, you shouldn't concern yourself with me or my trouble, have a pleasant day." "Wait, were you with a friend?" "Yes, I was with someone very close to me my whole life, and I am going to see him again soon" Turning his back to the youth, he entered his apartment and closed the door behind him, leaving Keith to simmer and boil in his jealousy. Looking at what he could see of the apartment, he instantly felt at home. The living room was painted light gray, there was a big TV mounted on the wall and there was a long cabinet underneath which held a glass vase surrounded by candles, with white flowers on it, and
Inside a dark bedroom, a male figure was laying across the bed with black hair scattered across a white pillow, the entire room was silent that, the only disturbance being the rise and fall of his chest, when there was a sudden knocking sound heard in the room. Knock! Knock! Knock! The sounds come persistently and sharply, disturbing the peace of the room. The figure on the bed groaned and turned away from the noise and continued to slumber peacefully. Unfortunately, someone didn't wish for his peaceful sleep... Yoshiki Garcia was, or at least liked to think of himself as a reasonable and a rather agreeable person, but when he opened his eyes on Sunday, he had a crazed look and a million thoughts on how to kill someone. Groaning, he threw himself on his favorite thing in his apartment (the bed), as he brought his hand up and rubbed at his face and sighed tirelessly and slowly fell back asleep. Knock! Knock! Knock!! After hearing the persistent
Yoshiki was... stunned by the horror standing behind his door. There was a gun pointed at him by a giant stuffed bear. "..." He couldn't think, just how could a stuffed bear hold a gun to someone's head. In what world does that happen!? "Daisuke, have I gone crazy, I thought this was a simple modern world?" ["No host, you're as sane as you were before and it is a simple modern world."] "Then is there a stuffed bear with a gun at my door?" ["Yes host, that seems to be the case, my sincere apologies. I should have been more alert."] "You really should have." "Can you put up a soundproofing wall around my apartment?" ["Yes, host"] "Please do so." Nothing happened for a while before a simmering blue wall appeared behind the assassin and covering inside the apartment. "Thanks, Daisuke." ["Of course host."] Yoshiki was trying to make himself move like maybe slam th
*Kenchiki* Silence filled the entire area, except for the sound of blood flowing from the body on the ground like a river. Kenchiki stared at his brother, who was standing across from him, with a bloody and mutated body in between them. When kenchiki opened the door, this was not something he was expecting. When he made it to his brother's place, he was worried about how he will be received, maybe even ignored until he left, but his heart stopped when he saw the door which had spots of blood on the white wood. He tried to open the door with his shaking hand, but he noticed the door was locked, terrified of what could have happened, he finally located the key that he had made as soon as he found out where his brother was moving, feeling glad that he did now, he ripped the door open only to be met with a bloody scene. Quickly, he closed the do
There were two figures within the darkness with only traces of light. One was standing over what seems to be a coffin and was cloaked by the surrounding darkness, while the other was a stream of energy that flowed together to form a human shape, gender unknown. "Master, the master host is....." "I'm aware." "Master, the speed the master hosts recovering of the fragments is going too fast. I'm afraid it would bring harm to him. Maybe it's better to take it slow." "We don't have time for that. You think I enjoy seeing him like that, unaware of what is going on around him, and the possibility that I may bring him to harm." "But unfortunately I have to do the hard way, if not he may not exist anymore, I can't bear to lose him, the last time I barely made it through, but if you think I risk losing him again, your wrong." "But …"
Yoshiki walked down the hallway and stood at the end, right before he entered the kitchen. The entrance living room was clean, there was no evidence of what took place yesterday. He looked around for a moment and can't help but feel that the children of heaven had too much favor, but on the bright side, he is going to take full advantage of Kenichi's favor, to get his missions done. As for the bear assassin, he chooses that life, where his death can come at an unknown time and most likely an unknown Aponente. As the saying goes, you reap what you sow. Shaking his thoughts away, he headed to the kitchen, opening the fridge he looked at the ingredients he had and made Chongqing Noodles for breakfast, it was easy and light on the stomach but most importantly it was filling, but most importantly of all, he only had the ingredients to make that dish, the man he needed to go shopping. The main reason being that if he goes shopping by himself,
*Kenchiki* When he originally came to visit his twin, he was expecting a lot from the visit, to be yelled at, ignored, or even for his brother to be disgusted with him, but never in his wildest imagination did he expect to find that his brother has brutally mutated a man in cold blood, or that when he covered up for him, he forgot he did not know their family business; he was screwed, especially since he kept it a secret from him all this year. Why hasn't the ground swallowed him up yet? Shifting on his sit, he put down the spoon; he was using to eat his brothers cooking; he was a bit disappointed that there wasn't more, be never knew his brother cooked, or that it would be so good, he was stupid not to tell his brother the truth the day their parents died, maybe then life wouldn't have been so lonely and hard. Rolling his shoulders, he felt more relaxed than he ever felt in the last few years. Being the boss of the Renegad