TO KILL IS TO SERVE

Chapter 21: The Surprise Visit

“Grei?” Alora snapped her fingers in front of me to catch my attention. I was pulled back into the present time and smiled at myself when I’ve realized that I f*****g remembered everything like it only happened yesterday. “Here you go again! I really thought I was the one who needs to open up.” I looked at her and she tilted her head.

She seemed fine now. Earlier, she looked so down. “I’m sorry, I just thought of something.” I replied and put a strand of hair that is bothering her face behind her ear. She’s been opening to me a lot these days yet I’m still clueless about what has happened. I am eager to ask her but I also want to discover it myself—the reason why she’s labelled as murderer.

“What is it?” She asked with brows furrowed together.

I chuckled and picked the can on her hand, drinking from it. “Where is my painting?” I asked back, making sure that her attention will shift from me to herself.

Alora glared at me and stood up, and then ran away to head in the play corner of the park, where she usually watch the kid playing. She just ignored my question and ran away from me.

My work phone vibrated in the least familiar way, so I picked up the call after the fifth ring. I do not even recall the number but no one can call this number without mine and Info’s permissions.

I turned the voice changer before I speak, “0099.” I greeted.

“0052.” I internally groaned when I recognized the voice changer used. I also know who the f**k I am talking to right now. “Tomorrow, brat.” The man on the other line of the phone added and ended the call. My eyes dropped and I inserted my phone back to my pocket.

I looked at Alora who is currently fascinated while watching the kids playing and reflexively clicked my tongue. “f**k family dinners.” I mumbled to myself and rolled my eyes. I hate how I am obliged to attend a dinner with people I am not even blood-related to. And I am not looking forward to meet those little demons in Loverio Mansion.

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I went back to my condo after walking Alora home. I don’t want to attend tomorrow but I will die if I won’t. I can’t die yet.

I slumped on the bed and exhaled loudly after making sure that I have locked and secured myself inside my condo. And the moment I closed my eyes, my body trembled like a f*****g broken machine. I gritted my teeth when my I felt that my heart tightened. I f*****g hate remembering. I f*****g hate relaxing. I chanted inside my head again and again. The moment I remember is a pain but the moment I relax after remembering causes hell to rise again. I punched my chest to overpower the pain that’s currently wringing me.

“It’s f*****g—”

“You’re remembering again, aren’t you?” The voice that would never be forgotten stopped my heartbeat for a second and brought me to shock. I sat down and rolled on the farthest side of the bed with all my instincts sharp.

“What the f*****g f**k are you doing here, you bastard?” I uttered while frowning at the sight of the least person I wanted to see right now. f**k. f**k. “I asked, what are you doing here, Akuma—no, Danger I?” I asked again in a louder voice when he ignored my first question. Danger I walked towards the bed and sat down. He’s wearing no disguise and just a plain polo-shirt and short. He entered my condo when my assassin-instinct was briefly resting and I was having an attack. I did not hear anything or even feel anything. Is he getting better or am I getting rusty? f**k. f**k.

Danger I shrugged and pointed the door. “Your door was o—”

“No f*****g way.” I cut him off before he could say anything. “I am a f*****g assassin; I know how to lock doors. Why the hell are you here? And why do you look like her, seriously?” I know I have been saying too many but I couldn’t restrict my tongue from blabbering too much.

“You’re asking me the latter question, really?” He chuckled and stood up. He better be feeling unwelcomed now. “We used to hang out before, right? Why do you act—”

“Shut the f**k up and answer me.” I cut him off again and stood up as well to match his position. I know he wouldn’t attack me, or even try to do so, but no assassin would rest recklessly in front of another assassin.

The man sighed and scratched his nape, and then he pulled out a syringe from his right pocket. “I assassinated a woman on twelfth floor. I think I should drop by your condo after, and so here I am, Reisun!” He cheered like a kid. He is older than me but I always see him as someone more annoying than kids and more bothersome than teenagers. "So, surprise!" He even extended both his hands like a tree-prop while smiling so cheerfully. 

He assassinated a woman on the twelfth floor, that is no question for he is an assassin. He knows where I currently reside, which is another cleared question as well, for he is also a dealer. But why the heck is he here? In my most vulnerable time of the decade?

“So, tell me, did you remember?” Danger I asked his previous question and I removed my glances from him. He was once an aspiring psychologist before he entered this field, so I know he knows a lot. But why f*****g now? “Reisun?” He still can change moods like how girls do it. From a pro, he can turn into a kid, a teenager, an assassin, a psychologist, a friend or even an enemy in a blink of an eye.

I groaned and nodded once. “Fuck.” I cursed when he nodded back. “Please get out of here.” I even added please since I have been around normal people who requires manner when speaking and asking for something.

The assassin who trespassed stopped for a second before bursting into laughter. “That’s a first you did ask me politely.” He commented in between pants and chuckles. "I hope you're all better now." 

Nothing’s changed in him.

“Get out, fucker.” I repeated and glared at Kiken’s twin brother. Danger I pouted but he eventually left without saying anything anymore. He looked like her, so f*****g much, but sounds so different.

I scanned the room to see if he left any bugging device before lying on my bed once again. “I wonder if he indeed is the same Akuma I know.” I mumbled to myself with the realization that my attack disappeared when I saw Danger I. He’s always so random, but no f*****g randomness of his never helped. Even back then, since our ages don’t have too large gaps, we used to get along. No, he used to bug me every time and that’s it.

I again, wonder if I am still the same Reisun they once knew. Or am I the same Reisun I once knew?