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It is almost the middle of the night, and everyone seems to be asleep in Yagami’s apartment. When the moon gets hidden by the gray clouds, it’s raining.

Soon enough, gentle raindrops grow into a heavy, pouring rain. And thus, a rhythmic, loud tapping at the window wakes one redhead.

Surely, it’s frustrating how such a simple thing disturbs his rest.

Suddenly, the lightning strikes, and he feels how someone clings to him and rubs his head against his chest before exhaling and releasing him.

At first, Iori assumes Kyo woke up as well. Yet, when he whispers his partner’s name, he doesn’t receive any response.

The redhead understands that the Kusanagi is unconsciously influenced by the weather while dreaming about something.

While Iori stares through the window, he wonders.

It’s been a while since he had such a sleepless night during the storm, or even much longer since that one time. That one rainy night changed their relationship completely. Or perhaps, just fastened the inevitable.

A few years ago.

A couple of weeks have passed since Kyo’s wounds have healed.

Of course, he didn’t want to use his rival’s kindness for too long by living rent-free in his apartment. Nor to make Iori think he is taking advantage of him. And thus, when he could stand on his feet, he left.

Besides, he still feels guilty for making his family and friends worry about his sudden disappearance for a year. Perhaps he was buried in someone’s mind. But Kyo still worries about how he’ll get greeted or that his rival nursed him.

Either way, he wouldn’t mind staying longer if Yagami asked him. Strangely, he almost got used to it as it was his own home.

A month passed by. Finally, after a long time, the brunette is ready to have another match against Iori.

Besides, he is as thrilled as Iori, and it might be a good practice and a better way to get back in shape. Or so Kyo is determined as he fixes the biker gloves and puts on the white jacket before leaving.

After arriving at the destination place, he spots one certain redhead leaning against the wall.

When Iori notices him, he delightfully smiles and crosses his arms. “You’ve made me wait for you, Kyo.”

“Aren’t you so eager to get your ass kicked?” The Kusanagi replies as he raises his palm and ignites it. While the orange flame dances on his palm, he adds. “Fine. Just don’t get burnt~”

When Yagami approaches him, he repeats the same movement. “You talk too much… This time you’ll sing your swan song!”

Lastly, the brunette announces as the little fire sparkles in his eyes. “I would love to see that. Let’s do this, Yagami!”. Thus, after both dim their flames, both charge at each other, another fierce battle begins.

Some time passes. Finally, the match is over, but there is no clear winner. Apparently, both opponents barely stand while catching their breath.

While Iori holds onto himself and pants, he stares at Kyo, who wipes his mouth with a fist, giving a mocking look. “Have you realized that the victory is mine?”

Unfortunately, his launched punch is too weak that it’s enough for the redhead to move a bit and dodge the strike.

When the brunette harshly collapses on the gravel, he grunts.

“Tsk. Look who is talking?” Iori backfires as he bends and places his arm under his rival’s armpit. After they stand up together, he adds. “Either way, you’re going with me.”

Kyo only gives a questioning look. “What are you talking about?”

“Isn’t obvious? Your wounds need to be treated before you’ll face me next time.” Yagami explains while supporting the brunette.

After a while, they arrive at Iori’s apartment.

At first, the Kusanagi doubts his rival’s intentions when they enter the living room, and the redhead asks him to remove his black long-sleeved t-shirt.

Nevertheless, he does what is told and waits for Iori.

A few minutes pass. And thus, Yagami returns while carrying the first aid kit and sits close to him on the couch.

When the redhead opens the medkit and picks up the spray disinfectant, he orders. “Give me your arm.”

When Kyo turns his head away, he extends his arm. For now, he doesn’t mind how Iori holds his wrist or him examining his arm.

Yet, the sensation of the cold, stinging liquid sprayed over it makes him close his eyes.

“What’s wrong? It needs to be clean. So, hold it like this for a bit longer.” The redhead comments while he dries the disinfected area by gently tapping with the sterile cotton.

After he wraps the medical bandage around Kyo’s arm, he repeats the same process with another one.

Yet, the Kusanagi panics when Iori parts his legs with his knee and leans closer.

It doesn’t help that he cannot read the redhead’s serious face.

“The heck you’re doing?” The brunette widens his eyes and presses his back against the couch.

Meanwhile, Iori only narrows his gaze and sticks the white plaster on Kyo’s cheek.

After studying the brunette for longer, he remarks. “You don’t seem to have more wounds.”.

When Iori withdraws and tidies the left mess, he gets up and adds. “You can dress up and leave.”

For sure, ever since Iori brought him to his apartment after the NESTS lab incident, Kyo has noticed such weird behavior.

Of course, the brunette is curious whether Yagami is always like this or something bothers him.

That’s why he is determined to uncover the truth, even if he might get dragged out and thrown by the back of his collar.

When Kyo rests his hands behind his shoulders and sinks into the couch, he replies. “Why? I’m all good at staying here. Besides, I have no plans for tonight. So, be glad that I am gonna keep you a company.”

“Why do you have to be like this?” Iori facepalms.

The Kusanagi simply answers. “You’ve been acting strangely.”

“And you’re sticking your nose into other’s business as usual,” Iori complains.

“Then you wouldn’t put on a show like now if nothing happened. You’re in some sort of trouble, but you’re too stubborn to ask for help.” Kyo backfires.

As he lowers his arms and looks down, he feels a tightness in his throat, making it difficult to speak. After shakily exhaling, he adds while clenching his palms into the fists. “How can’t you understand that you’re not alone and the entire world is not your enemy? It’s okay to rely on others or at least on me if you don’t trust that much anyone, you know. And… I don’t want to see you suffering.”

Meanwhile, Yagami only rolls his eyes and thinks to himself. “Then do not interfere and leave me alone, you fool.”

Lastly, Kyo confesses in a calm tone. “I know I cannot lift your blood curse, nor you denounce your name to end it. However, at least let me relieve a part of your pain. Because I don’t want to lose you ever again.”

Suddenly, Iori corners his rival and grasps his throat while he doesn’t remove his eyes from him.

As his hand slides to the side of his neck, Kyo breathes a sigh of relief and looks at him, still in shock. “Yagami?”

“Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you.” The redhead whispers.

Just before Kyo says anything else, he closes his eyes and gasps when Iori sinks his face into the crook of his neck and starts licking it.

Soon enough, the sound of the thunderstorm and heavy rain made him widen his eyes.

The sensation of how his sensitive neck is assaulted bewilders Kyo. All he can do is hold back from letting out the purring-like noises. More so, without realizing it, he wraps one arm around his partner’s shoulders.

After such a gesture, Iori withdraws his face and stares at Kyo. For now, he is just as confused as the brunette.

However, none of them say anything, or there is no need to waste time on that. A second later, the redhead gives a questioning look to the Kusanagi while his placed hand on his chest slides down his abs.

Of course, Kyo is aware of what it will lead to, but he doesn’t mind. If this is what his partner wants or simply seeking comfort, then so be it.

After all, it’s the person to whom he can entrust his life and body. Iori saw and accepted him when he was most vulnerable, pathetic, and broken.

Besides, it should be fine to do it with someone he knows rather than being violated by soulless machines and disposed of after fulfilling his purpose. Or so Kyo decides, as he only closes his eyes and nods.

More so, if he was disgusted or didn’t want it, he could still push Iori away and run. The fact that Iori had concealed these powerful feelings for an unknown length of time was more shocking than finally revealing them.

In the end, the brunette leaves the rest for his partner.

Several minutes pass. Aside from the raindrops rapidly tapping the window, the bedroom is filled with lover cries and groaning.

Only watching his long-time rival making such lewd, adorable expressions and sounds even more arouses Iori.

After all, it’s his first time seeing this side of Kyo. However, it only makes him desire of him more.

More so, the redhead hopes that nobody witnessed before or ever will something endearing that only belongs to him. He is even ready to kill anyone on the spot, whoever would dare to touch Kyo or take him away from him again.

Meanwhile, the brunette addresses his partner. “I don’t get it. You keep saying that you’ll kill me… But now… You.. you’re doing the opposite.”

When Iori stops moving, Kyo realizes he did something wrong and ruined the intimate moment.

However, he widens his eyes when Yagami holds his hands and pulls him to a kiss. At first, such a gesture genially confused Kyo.

After all, it’s only sex which only purpose is to use someone to get what you want, even if that person objects. Or so the brunette learned it the hard way.

That’s why, now it feels the opposite of what he had experienced in the lab. Surprisingly, it’s even something pleasant for him, and he doesn’t feel ashamed and stressed at all.

But for now, as soon as their fingers intertwine, Kyo blissfully closes his eyes while enjoying being embraced by Iori.

In the end, the Kusanagi can swear that the rain slowly soothes his scars from the past when he is being held by this man.

Back to the present.

Eventually, the storm finally calms down.

Suddenly, the Kusanagi’s struggling, and his sleepy voice returns the redhead to his senses. “What is it with you? Did you have a nightmare or something?”

Apparently, when Iori was staring out the window, he didn’t notice how he wrapped his arms around Kyo.

While Iori refuses to let him go, he replies. “Nothing. Just been thinking about something. So, go back to sleep.”

“And you need to use me as a plush toy for that?” The brunette genially asks.

However, he receives no answers, only having his head pressed against his partner’s chest.

Some time passed. It’s the beginning of the next day.

When Kyo gets up, the first thing is checking through the window. After noticing the view outside for a couple of minutes, he covers his face with one palm and fixes his hair upon remembering certain events. “You idiot…”

Perhaps yesterday, Iori saw the same rain as that one time.

After Iori carefully lowers the supposed-to-be Kyo, he growls without removing his gaze from his opponent. "The hell with you!… Kyo is mine!" Lastly, he stands up and turns on his saber blade.

When the redhead turns his head towards Shingo, he orders, "Stay out of this, got it?"

Yet, the younger brunette objects, "But we may defeat him easier if we team up, Yagami-san."

"I said, DO NOT INTERFERE! Just keep Kyo safe, you fucking idiot!" Iori briefly retorts. Finally, he rushes at his new opponent while Shingo only silently stares.

Meanwhile, the dark soldier places their hand on the helmet’s side and speaks up. “Dad, can you hear me? These two guys refuse to cooperate. What should I?-”

Suddenly, this person dodges Yagami’s attack.

“Is everything alright?” Kurama’s voice asks while the black soldier blocks the upper slash.

“I’m… Yeah. It’s just… All I need is to defeat these two types. So, wait for me, Dad… Over.” The mysterious person replies while evading and counter-attacking each Iori’s strike.

For sure, such an arrogant attitude only boils the redhead’s rage, and he uses more heavy slashing.

However, he notices the dark Imperial troop’s movement is as agile and graceful yet deadly as the original’s.

There are moments when Yagami doubts if it’s brainwashed Kyo.

After all, this soldier aims not to kill his opponent but to knock him out or injure him.

Suddenly, Iori widens his eyes as he blocks the enemy’s lower cut. Even while their blade clashes, his heartbeat becomes rapid and loud.

More so, he cannot read what kind of face his opponent has behind the platinum helmet with intimidating, sharp fangs. All he can see is the colorful sparkles reflecting on the metal mask.

When the black soldier lowers his blade, Iori uses his chance and aims at the open torso.

Unfortunately, his strike is blocked.

“Give up. You have no chance against me. Besides, you are just a waste of my and Dad’s time.” This troop calmly addresses him as he picks up the laser gun and points it against Iori’s forehead.

However, the redhead only lowers his head. “We’ll see about that.”

When he drops his saber blade, he reveals his bare fangs and picks up the pistol. “Eat this!”

Suddenly, as the metal helmet and body armor explode and shatter into pieces, the soldier screams in a too-high-pitched voice for a guy.

For now, Iori only observes how his opponent hits the ground.

“It… it hurts!” The soldier speaks up in a pitiful, feminine voice while shakily covering their face with the palm.

The first thing Yagami notices is that this wobbling person has slightly longer hair than Kyo, a rather curvy, slim figure, wearing a torn in several places body suit.

Lastly, Iori freezes in the same spot and remains speechless when the mysterious person removes their palm from their face. “The fuck is this?”

Apparently, it’s a female Kyo clone. When she wipes the dripping blood from her forehead and lifts her head, she adds. “You won’t get away with this.”

Yagami only cracks a smile as he approaches the clone. “This is where you are wrong, bitch.”

When he places his palm on the brunette’s shoulder, he chuckles. A second later, he punches her stomach. “Know your place, you filthy trash!”

While the poor replica covers her stomach and shakily breathes, she refuses to cry and show weakness in front of this cruel man. For now, she only painfully stares at the redhead.

Yet, Iori shows no mercy. After he grabs the female clone by her throat, he lifts her. “Look at you. You’re disgusting and shouldn’t be born at all. It’s all your fault. I don’t care if you are a woman. You’ll die like the rest of your kind!”

Meanwhile, Shingo only observes in terror how his partner is about to take another life while hugging the pale, unconscious Kusanagi.

“I don’t want this… No, I don’t want to see anyone dying on me. Not anymore.” The brunette soldier thinks to himself, as he cannot remove his eyes from the struggling clone who desperately clings to her life. In the end, he closes his eyes and turns his head away.

In the meantime, the female replica holds onto Iori’s wrists while her throat is under pressure. She's aware that her death may be near. Despite that, she says in a weak voice. “Because… because of you… I’ll upset Dad… Dad… Dad will be sad… I… I… won’t forgive you!”

When Iori notices that this clone doesn’t have a metal plate on her forehead like other replicas, he shakes his head and grins. “You should be thankful to me. At least you know when you die.” And thus, he activates his saber blade. “Rot in hell!”

Suddenly, the laser bullet closely flies to his face, and he freezes in the same spot. As he drops the struggling brunette, he hears a voice behind him. “Enough! I will not stand this any longer, Yagami-san!”

As the ferocious redhead approaches him, Yabuki adds while grinding his teeth. “Too many innocent people died in vain death… and all because of you and your blind rage! I can bet my life that Kusanagi-san would also hate you now! Wake up. YOU BECOME A MONSTER, YAGAMI-SAN!”

It was the last drop of Iori’s patience. Now, he grabs Shingo by his uniform and brings him closely. “What did you just say to me? Repeat it one more time, you little dipshit!”

Shingo only replies while having nothing to lose. “Do it. I’m not afraid of you. I know that you just shake off my corpse. Then, you gonna murder these two and aimlessly go after another victim until you’ll get killed by another bloodthirsty killer like you.”

“What are you talking about? It’s Kyo, and he is going with me.” Iori briefly backfires.

Meanwhile, the female clone only sits on her knees and hugs herself while regaining breath. “Leave Nii-sama alone, you freak!”

Yet, she refuses to give up and weakly approaches them.

After Iori turns his head and glares at this replica, he immediately turns back upon hearing the pale brunette groaning.

In the end, the supposed-to-be Kusanagi’s heir shakily opens his eyes.

Yet, both Resistance Force soldiers are in deep disbelief after noticing how Kyo’s eyes glow in crimson color.

“Nii-sama!” the wounded brunette addresses him while making her way through to hug her sibling.

“Everything gonna be alright, Nii-sama. Soon we’ll see Dad and the three of us will live happily forever and after.” She continues comforting the other clone, who isn’t aware of his surroundings or understands anything.

Meanwhile, Iori is still in denial. “The hell? Who is that freak? Why he is not Kyo? Did I come all the way here just to see another trash?” As he clenches his hands into fists, he lowers his head.

Fortunately, this time Shingo notices his partner’s actions. And thus, before Yagami raises his blade, he sends a harsh slap across his face.

For now, he calmly adds. “Please, don’t, Yagami-san. We’re going to report about it to the Headquarters. What if they may help you? No, to help us find Kusanagi-san’s whereabouts. Believe it or not, but I, like everyone else, want to save Kusanagi-san and see him again.”

Certainly, it was a good wake-up call for Iori, who is still shocked. Soon enough, he returns to his senses. Yet, he only turns around and keeps his hands in his pants pockets. “Do as you wish… But it’s your fault if they will choke you in your dreams.”

Lastly, Shingo extends his hand to these clones. “I know nothing about you. However, all I know is that you want to live as much as anyone else. And that is enough for me.”

Yet, the female clone hits his hand and backfires. “Stay away! I won’t let you hurt Nii-sama! Just you wait until dad shows up! He’ll punish you for bullying us!”

Meanwhile, Iori rolls his eyes and face-palms. “This ain’t going anywhere, you fucking idiot. Why do I have to do everything by myself?”

Poor Yabuki is confused about what to do. He even keeps his palms away from these replicas. “Um… well, I. I mean, we won’t hurt you. All we want is to help you. I… I promise that guys in the Resistance will treat you well. And we are also looking for your dad. So, we are the Good Guys, I guess...”

“I warn you. Back off before I punch you!” This artificial creature replies while giving a fierce, protective gaze.

Suddenly, Yagami makes his way and parts the clones. “You’re so annoying, you stupid woman!”

When he pushes the resisting brunette to lie on her stomach, he holds her wrists behind her back.

For now, he turns his head to Shingo and orders. “Give me your jacket.”

Meanwhile, this replica continues to struggle and gives an indignant look. “Let me go, you ugly bastard! Get off me! Or else you gonna regret it.”

Yet, Shingo doubts his partner. “Yagami-san, do you really need to do this? She clearly doesn’t like this.”

“No shit, huh? And you were happy when she attacked us? Just hurry up, and do it.” Iori replies while ignoring the struggling clone’s threats.

In the end, Yabuki sighs and follows the command. “I’m sorry. So, please, don’t get mad at me because I have no other choice. All I want is to help you two.”

When he hands his jacket to the redhead, Iori uses it as a rope and ties the replica’s hand. After he throws the brunette over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, this look-alike demands. “Don’t you dare? Do not think of doing it! No… Put me down! I said, put me down and untie me!”

However, Iori remains unaffected by such indignant demands when she kicks him back. For now, he only rolls his eyes, checking that the brunette doesn’t fall. “Say what you want, but you’re going with us. Then you can tell us about your father from all your heart’s content.” After he walks, he prompts Shingo to take the other clone with him and leave this place.

On their way, Yabuki contacts the Headquarters and tells them about the underground laboratory, cloning, and that they are not coming back alone.

Some time passes. Somewhere in the vast of the galaxy. While Iori chills in the pilot seat, he comments. “It’s unusually peaceful here. Did that stupid clone finally snap out?”

Instead of saying anything, Shingo remains silent without interfering. After all, his presence will be ignored again.

After Iori turns to see what is happening in the backseat, he sees how a male replica of Kyo is dozing while the restrained brunette sits back and turns her head away.

“Not only you took the wrong spaceship, but you also heading the wrong direction. You know, it’s only the matter of time when dad will find you. So, I’m not afraid of you and I’ll stay strong for him.” She replies while lowering her gaze and refusing to face the redhead.

Yagami only cracks a smile. “Do you still believe in that? Whatever suits you. But soon you’ll speak differently when you realize that you were used by him to get his job done.”

As the brunette faces him, her eyes burn with determination. “You’re wrong! Unlike you, dad is a very kind and strong person. I know that he’ll come and when I’ll show him that Nii-sama is with me, I’ll make him happy. Then, I’ll finally become dad’s bride and I could show him how much I adore him. So, just you wait and see!”

After Yagami face-palms, he murmurs. “Sure you will… Just what the hell are these sickos up to? And why do they need Kyo?”

For now, he understands that if he wants to get actual information about his former partner; he has to befriend this artificial creature before finishing her.

When Iori brushes the hair from his face, he addresses the female clone. “Listen up. You’re not going to see him soon. However, once you’re recovered, we’ll bring you and your precious brother to your father. Any problems with that?”

The brunette only makes big eyes and dumbfounded stares. “What do you mean?”. After a momentary pause, the artificial creature’s eyes sparkle with excitement. “Oh… I see! But don’t you think that you’ll make me like you more, mister. You’re just slightly better than your friend. So, don’t set your hopes high, got it?”

In the end, the redhead returns to his seat and wonders. “If any of these clones are as intelligent as a child, what shady works or services they are trained for? After all, they cannot be just biological weapons.”

But for now, Yagami rests his head behind his hands and closes his eyes.

Somewhere in the middle of the ruins of Toshima. For a long time, it’s been nothing more than a ghost city where only one or two stray animals or rodents may pass by or lurk in the darker corner.

A place where no sane human wanders. At least not the ones who fear to tread too far and never to be found alive.

Even the everlasting gray clouds hide the sun, moon, and stars, making this wasteland gloomier and hopeless. As if this city is a liminal space, an endless labyrinth with no escape… Or rather - netherworld on the Earth.

However, not today. Not at the moment.

Right now, the sound of a clashing blade echoes deep inside the ruins of former Toshima. It’s another encounter between a certain two skilled swordsmen, but for them, it’s as thrilling as their first match.

While the silver-haired assassin keeps blocking his opponent’s attack after attack, he can tell that something is off.

Despite that, there is no spare second to deeply analyze, but he feels that Shiki is slower and rustier than usual.

It is not important why he does that. Be it as a taunt or provocation or merely to be an annoying prick. For now, the explanation can wait until one of them will fall. Or so Akira convinces himself while counter-attacking another strike.

However, aside from this detail, something else catches Akira’s eye. The way how the red-eyed man’s face twitches in pain and slightly shrugs upon more sudden movement, doesn’t leave him unaffected.

Despite Akira’s secret concern, he continues focusing on their fight and waits until his opponent leaves an easy opening spot.

Lastly, without having anything to lose, Shiki charges at him.

Fortunately, at the last second, Akira dodges the attack and strikes the other swordsman’s back with the handle of his sword. And thus, with a short grunt, Shiki harshly hits the cold ground.

In the end, the heavy clouds withdraw like a curtain, and the platinum moonlight illuminates the victor of a hard-fought battle.

While Akira stands still and keeps his poker face, he points the tip of his sword at his opponent’s throat, who lies on his back and stares back.

Finally, after such a long time, the same man who humiliated him by sparing his life has fallen. The same man, who let him live because it was pointless to taint his blade with weakling’s blood, now lies under his foot and at his mercy.

However, is it worth it? Why, instead of feeling excited and satisfied, the silver-haired man feels disappointed, empty, and probably upset?

As Akira lowers his head, he whispers “It’s not what I wanted…”.

Suddenly, the blue-eyed killer spits out the words “Why are you like this!”.

After a short pause, he continues scolding “Why even now do you look down on me? You even held back and went easy on me.”.

When he shakily exhales, he clenches his other hand into a fist “Why?… And look at you now, you will die.”. Lastly, he brings closely the tip of the blade until it gently touches Shiki’s neck.

A minute passes. The silver-haired swordsman takes the sword into both hands and lifts the tip of it. When Akira lowers his shoulders, he closes his blue eyes before planning to land a fatal hit.

Suddenly, the blade sinks deep into the ground.

When Akira opens his eyes, he releases the sword and shakily clenches his hands into fists.

Even on the verge of death, Shiki only studied him all this time. Perhaps, he wasn’t aware that his partner would purposely miss his target but already resigned his fate.

For sure, the blue-eyed assassin cannot understand such behavior, and it makes him anxious, frustrated, and annoyed.

After Akira sits on top of Shiki, he grasps the handle of his sunken sword and addresses him “What is wrong with you? That is just selfish to throw away your life like this and give up… You stupid fool…”.

However, when he feels how the inner side of his thigh warms up, he widens his eyes “The hell?”.

When Akira lifts his partner’s black t-shirt, he shakily remarks on the soaked-in bright red clothing attached to the side of his waist “Wait… I didn’t cut you there. I didn’t even aim there. How did you even?…Why haven't you tell this earlier?!… Shit …Fuck!”.

Meanwhile, the dark-haired man only turned his head and closed his eyes “Hmph.”.

“That’s all you have to say?!” Or so the blue-eyed man speaks up at the top of his lungs. Despite wanting to slap his partner for his reckless behavior, he deeply exhales and adds “How did you expect me to finish you off when you weren’t giving your best?”.

Yet, Shiki replies “Then, stop whining and leave if that bothers you so much.”.

Instead of arguing any further, Akira climbs off his partner, and after taking a hand and placing his arm on his shoulder, he helps him to stand up “Let’s go. If we are lucky, we may find a med kit, and where we can stay.”.

“Idiot…” Or so the red-eyed man comments.

While Akira supports him, he instantly backfires “I wonder who is the bigger one.”. And with these words, the silver-haired has to make sure that both of them safely leave the once-familiar city and check on his partner.

Some time passes. And after wandering around, this couple finds an old, cheap inn. More importantly, the luck is on their side.

According to the inn owner, if they have arrived even a minute later, they would have searched for another place to stay.

Usually, there is no issue for Akira to deal with such petite problems as no vacant rooms by drawing his blade and threatening the staff.

However, this time, it may have caused more naught than use. More so, he is not alone, and who knows if Shiki hides more wounds. So, there would be nothing to gain of.

Meanwhile, after noticing the bleeding swordsman, the shocked receptionist immediately offered to call the ambulance. Unfortunately for this person, their offer is declined, and the silver-haired man demands a room key and to leave all available first aid kits in their room.

And thus, without any second thought, the receptionist and other staff obeyed this order.

Of course, Shiki won't be himself without cracking a smile at how despite Akira's serious look, he reminded him of nothing more than a protective puppy with a lowered tail and ears.

After the blue-eyed assassin looks at him, he thinks to himself while feeling slightly relieved that if this idiot can act like a smug bastard, Shiki’s life is not in grave danger as he feared.

Lastly, when they reach their room, Akira asks the staff not to interface. And thus, upon all the workers bow and leave, this couple enters the room.

As Akira locks the door behind him, he carries Shiki into the bed and lays him down.

“It wouldn’t hurt if you help me out a bit.” Or so the silver-haired man comments as he tries to remove his partner’s long coat.

It’s impressive how Shiki behaves like a cooperative patient for once and doesn’t resist. Perhaps he is in great pain that he can silently endure any treatment. But who could have done it? Either way, all questions can wait until that reckless fool recovers. Or so Akira assumes after getting rid of this piece of clothing.

Just when he is about to lift the dark-haired man’s t-shirt, his wrist is grabbed, and he is stopped by Shiki’s voice “Leave it. You are just wasting your time.”

As Akira raises an eyebrow, he listens further “I can take care of it on my own.”

“I can see how well you managed. Listen, I won’t leave you no matter how hard you try to get rid of me. Not until you are fully recovered.” Or so the blue-eyed assassin confesses.

After a short pause, Shiki closes his eyes and exhales “...Do as you wish.”.

For a good moment, Akira remains speechless at the red-eyed swordsman's attitude, but instead of scolding him, he stands up and closes his eyes “Then, make sure that I’ll find you undressed when I return.”.

Lastly, the silver-haired man looks at Shiki before heading to the bathroom.

Several minutes pass by. Soon enough, the silver-haired man leaves the bathroom carrying a basin with fresh water and a small towel.

However, when he notices his shirtless partner sitting on the bed and his eyes follow him, he closes his eyes and sighs.

On the other hand, Shiki is still here and didn't leave. So, that’s already something new. More so, even if he only removed his t-shirt and long leather gloves, knowing him, it's quite an effort.

Therefore, Akira cannot force himself to be mad that the dark-haired man only half accomplished the given instructions.

Besides, it’s no good to feel agitated when he should be focusing on more important things. Or so the silver-haired man convinces himself while he puts down the basin next to the bed and removes his long black coat and gloves.

“It would be better if you lie down. Because you would make things easier for yourself and me.” Akira comments when he brings the first aid kit from the top of the night drawer on the bed.

Lastly, when he kneels, he opens the medkit and begins his patient’s treatment.

At first, he carefully removes the poorly attached bloody clothing attached by the plaster on the waist side. Who knows how long Shiki has used it to cover his wound? But one thing is for sure - it got stuck, and removing it by force will cause massive bleeding.

After Akira takes the spray disinfectant, he warns the red-eyed man “It may sting a bit. So, don’t try to kick me off now ‘cos we both gonna end up in a nasty mess.”.

“Hmph. Just get down to the business.” Shiki briefly replies.

As the blue-eyed assassin focuses on spraying the disinfectant on the clotted tissue, he sighs.

Finally, he disposes of the stained red clothing and examines his partner’s wound.

One thing is killing people in cold blood and being followed by death. At this point, taking one’s life and cutting it into pieces is nothing more than a gray, boring routine.

However, seeing such a deep cut on his partner’s body is something hard and painful for him. It even makes a ruthless killing machine like Akira become pale and shiver.

More importantly, if someone had cut Shiki deeper until it may reach his internal organs, Akira may only encounter his cold corpse covered in red and revealed intestines, staring at him with lifeless, dimmed eyes. For sure, such a mental image alone makes the silver-haired man have shortness of breath and freeze in the same spot.

Although, he immediately snaps himself to reality, and after he grabs a wet towel, he drains it. Just before he brings it to injury, he asks “Do you need anything to bite into? And, no, you’re not biting into yourself. You already have enough injuries to treat.”.

Meanwhile, Shiki only turns his head away without saying anything.

By far, as Akira wipes around the injured area, he has no issues. However, when the towel touches the edge of the cut, his partner’s sudden movement, he nearly startles.

“Please, endure for longer. I need to clean it well before taking care of it.” Or so he comforts the dark-haired man while focusing on the current task.

After he is done with cleaning, he puts the bloody towel into the water, which soon dyes in the same crimson color.

Without wasting time, he picks the sterile cotton and carefully dries the wound and its area by gently tapping.

However, the most challenging part is still ahead. Therefore before moving to the next stage, no matter how Akira wants to avoid it, he has to restrain Shiki.

Meanwhile, the red-eyed swordsman can see how his partner is too tense and nervous. It can’t be helped. He has to help loosen the tension in the best way he knows.

When Akira places his hand on his partner’s belt, he hears a small teasing in a suggestive tone “So, this is what you wanted?~ How impatient of you.”.

Of course, hearing such an unexpected remark widens his blue eyes and almost makes his cheeks warm up. Nevertheless, he has to remind someone of their position and place.

“Keep the thoughts of your lower brain to yourself.” Or so the silver-haired man backfires as he unbuckles the belt and removes it. Lastly, as he pins Shiki’s wrists with one hand and with another one tying him to the bed frame, he declares “You are my patient and you should focus on saving your strength now.”.

Meanwhile, it’s entertaining to observe how Akira’s reactions. More so, after such remark, his shoulders are less stiff while he prepares for the next procedure.

After Akira sits, he picks up the spray disinfectant and rustling paper package from the med kit. As he rolls out the paper, he picks up the bend surgical needle, and with one sudden move, he inserts the thread through the needle's eye.

“It might hurt a bit. So, don’t tell me that I didn’t warn you.” Or so the blue-eyed assassin reminds before spraying the disinfectant on the wound area.

Finally, when he takes a deep breath, he pierces the edge of the wound and begins to suture it. A tiny stitch after a stitch by using a 90-degree angle, and the open injury slowly narrows.

Even so, from time to time, Akira checks on his partner if he is okay. After all, it’s his first time sewing a living person’s flesh and not the practice dummy’s or dead body. And from what he learned, he needs speed and precision so that the scar would heal nicely without leaving an ugly mark.

More important, he had to learn to do it because he knew that Shiki may put his life at risk for no good reason. And it seems today he has to use his learned skills.

Yet, Akira is surprised how aside from hearing slightly shivery respiratory and noticing that narrowed gaze, his partner is doing well and not resisting at all.

Some time passes. Finally, he sews the end of the wound and carefully ties a knot a few times before cutting the thread.

“There. It’s finally over. I just need to cover it.” Or so the silver-haired man adds in a soft tone as he sprays the disinfectant on the sewn wound and dries it by gently tapping the cotton pad.

After he covers the surgical scar with the snow-white clothing, he briefly wonders whether he should use the medical bandage or rely on the plaster.

On the other hand, Shiki is not that reckless idiot to tear it apart immediately after he gets released. Perhaps the medical plaster should do for tonight. Or so Akira hopes while rolling enough plaster.

When he cuts a few short plaster lines and a couple of longer ones, he peels off the cover and firmly attaches them.

Once he tidies up the mess around the bed and closes the first aid kit, he feels it is time to loosen his partner’s restraint.

After Akira sits on the bed, he leans closer to Shiki, who gives him a tired smile and addresses him “Just do not try anything funny. Right now, even one sudden move may open your wounds. So, stay still ‘cos I don’t want to sew it again, got it?”.

“You worry too much.” The dark-haired man replies when his hands are released.

Yet, Akira quickly comments “And who’s fault for that?”. Suddenly, he widens his eyes as the pair of hands placed behind his lower back and pushes him to lie down.

Soon enough, he slightly frowns to hide his bewilderment “What did I tell you earlier?”.

“Just stay quiet for a moment.” Shiki demands as he closes his eyes and wraps his other arm around his partner’s shoulders.

For sure, it’s pointless to argue with him any further. Or Akira thinks to himself as he sighs while avoiding his body touching Shiki’s sewn wound. Lastly, when he closes his eyes, he whispers “You are truly an idiot…”.

In the end, he understands that he fell for this big feline’s trap, and now it’s only a matter of time before he’ll be released and be able to tidy the mess, which might be no different from the war field hospital.

Some time passes by. Finally, the silver-haired man starts waking up. After he sits and looks around, he notices that he is alone.

Perhaps that vampire is hunting for new prey, or he messes with his mind again, waiting for him to leave the room. Or so Akira wonders while staring out the window.

At some point, the hunter got used to seeing the crimson moon above and how the moonlight falls on the Forest of Eternal Night. More so, this place become like a new home for him. Yet, Akira understands if he tries to leave again, the creatures silently lurking in the darkness may attack him.

But for now, when he places his palm on the neck, he widens his eyes as the flashbacks of yesterday rush to his mind.

Suddenly, Akira closes his eyes and lets out a weak mewling noise as he remembers how easily that evil creature toys with him and feasts on him.

Even the sensation of two sharp fangs sinking into his neck while he is forced to do such shameful acts still lingers inside him.

As the hunter opens his blue eyes, he realizes he was turned into the same creature that he hunts.

On the other hand, the silver-haired man doesn't feel anything has changed. He still feels the same as yesterday, before the vampire sank his fangs into his neck. Either way, he needs proof before confirming this terrible truth.

After Akira jumps from the bed, he starts looking for the mirror. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he searches, his effort is vain.

Did that bastard hide it? Or so the blue-eyed hunter thinks after an unsuccessful search while punching the nearest wall.

However, the sudden knock on the door and a gentle, polite female’s voice ‘‘Are you awake, Young Master? Master wants you to come to the dining room.’’.

For sure, the very last thing the silver-haired hunter wants to do is to see Shiki. More so, instead of facing Akira, the nocturnal creature has the audacity to send one of his servants.

As he closes his eyes, he frowns and replies ‘‘Tell him to get lost. I’m fine being here.’’.

Yet, the voice behind the door objects ‘‘This isn’t good… You cannot upset Master like this. Young Master, please open the door.’’.

‘‘Leave me alone.’’ Or so the blue-eyed man backfires while turning his head away from the door.

After a minute of silence, Akira assumes this person is finally gone.

‘‘...You leave me no other choice. Please excuse me for intruding.’’ The same maid's voice speaks up.

As the door opens, the silver-haired man dumbfounded stares at the bewildered nocturnal creature with long pointy ears who wears a traditional maid’s uniform.

‘‘Young Master… Wh-what happened here? Are you not hurt?’’ The green-haired demon asks without hiding the genial concern while staring at the room, which is in a mess as if the storm came by.

However, the vampire hunter turns his head away and remains silent.

It seems that the maiden doesn’t waste any time and begins to look in the closet for one specific piece of clothing ‘‘Anyway, let’s prepare you before meeting Master.’’. After she picks up and carries the black silk bathrobe, she approaches the careful hunter ‘‘Here~ You might want to wear this so that you won’t catch a cold.’’.

Suddenly, Akira briefly objects ‘‘I’m fine like this and staying here. Besides, I won’t feel cold or hungry any longer because your master turned me into one of your kind.’’.

Yet, the demon only gives a confused gaze. A second later, she comes up with the conclusion ‘‘Oh! You are already aware that Master is considering adding you as a part of his family. That’s great! Now, please, allow me to help you.’’.

In the end, the blue-eyed hunter understands that it’s useless to argue with both - the ruler of this castle and his servants. More so, it appears that this maiden does not possess any harm to him and only follows the given orders.

And thus, Akira gives one arm and another to get dressed up. Besides, the quicker he’ll finish the business with Shiki, the sooner he can return to his room and lock it from anyone entering.

Some time passes by. Meanwhile, the crimson moonlight shines through the stained-glass wall in the luxurious dining room, where the red-eyed vampire sits at the end of the long dining table and waits for his companion to show up. However, he knows that Akira will arrive any moment now.

Suddenly, the knock on the wooden door, and a polite voice disturbs the silent moment ‘‘Master, I have brought the Young Master. Can we come in, please?’’.

After the demon maid enters inside, she holds the door for a silver-haired man, who cautiously walks while glaring at him, giving him a suspicious look on his face.

For sure, such a reaction entertains the vampire. But for now, Shiki turns his gaze to the other nocturnal creature ‘‘You may leave now.’’.

The green-haired maid closes her eyes and bows ‘‘As you wish, sir.’’. Lastly, as she closes the door, this couple is left alone.

Without wasting no time, Akira takes a step closer and briefly asks ‘‘What do you want from me?’’.

While those red eyes sparkle with amusement, Shiki cracks a smile ‘‘Can’t you guess it already? Sit down.’’.

However, the blue-eyed hunter only glimpses at the prepared feast on the table and gives a suspicious look ‘‘What do you want me to do with it? I can’t eat it any longer.’’.

Instead of saying anything, the dark-haired man chuckles ‘‘Why is it so?’’.

‘‘Stop playing dumb! You should know it better.’’ Or so Akira backfires in an indignant voice. As he places his palm on his neck and rubs it, he lowers his gaze ‘‘Thanks to you, I’m no longer a human.’’.

When Shiki closes his eyes, he places his hands on the table and gracefully stands up. While he approaches Akira, he speaks up ‘‘Hmph. What are you talking about?’’.

After he gets close to the silver-haired man, he grabs the hunter’s wrist and holds it. While his crimson eyes study the bite marks on Akira’s neck, he comments ‘‘Ah, do you mean this? You are too weak to handle vampire blood. In your current state, you’ll pathetically die from a single drop of it. Rest assured. I was only feeding on you.’’.

The blue-eyed hunter only silently growls and narrows his gaze. Suddenly, he brushes the vampire’s hand ‘‘Don’t touch me! You should have killed me while you could.’’.

When his eyes meet Shiki's, he widens them and turns his head away. After all, what if he gets mesmerized by these crimson eyes again?

‘‘What’s wrong? Are you afraid of me?’’ Or so the nocturnal creature asks.

When Akira takes a step back, he returns his gaze ‘‘I’m not falling into your trap again, vampire! Neither I’ll let you toy with me around.’’.

As he takes another step back, Shiki takes a step forward. Step after step, Akira’s back touches the door, and he leans against it. However, when the vampire places his palm under his chin, he stares him straight into his eyes. He understands that Shiki may use his hypnotizing eyes and mess with him again.

Even so, Akira keeps his determined blue eyes. After all, the nocturnal creature can defile him as much as he wishes. However, he will never break his mind and spirit that easily.

But for now, Shiki narrows his gaze while tilting the hunter’s chin and curves a smile ‘‘If that is so?’’. After he releases the hunter, he changes the subject ‘‘Either way, you need to restore your strength. So, you are not allowed to leave until you do so. Understand?’’.

‘‘As if you leave any other choice…’’ The silver-haired man hatefully spits out the words. Lastly, he closes his eyes and heads toward the table.

After sitting down, he suspiciously stares at the feast prepared for him and raises his eyebrow ‘‘You didn't put poison into it, right?’’. In the end, he carefully nibs the picked dish.

At the opposite end of the table, the vampire gives a smug look ‘‘Why should I waste time on that? Eat it. Or do you need help with that as well?’’.

No matter how hard Akira thinks, he cannot figure out why Shiki cares that much for a mere food source like him. However, he would not test the vampire’s patience.

After all, if that man only keeps him to satisfy his hunger, he could just throw him into a dungeon and treat him like a prisoner. Instead of that, not only he has been cleaned and dressed, but also eating like a noble despite being watched by the ruler of the castle. Or maybe it’s not for the human mind to understand why vampires behave this way and how they think.

Even the theory that he learned about the creatures of the night as a hunter now feels as if he knows very little or nothing at all. Perhaps the vampires are dangerous not for their terrifying power, endless cruelty, and bloodlust but for how mysterious and enigmatic these creatures are.

In any case, Akira decides to play along with the red-eyed vampire’s rules and continuously study him while keeping his guard high.

Meanwhile, Shiki is entertained at how the silver-haired man looks like nothing more than a stray dog who is cautious and still doubts after receiving a treat instead of being threatened.

''It is only a matter of time before he’ll gladly eat from my hand.'' Or so the dark-haired vampire wonders while enjoying observing how this human without realizing being slowly tamed.

However, the sudden Akira’s voice grounds him to earth ‘‘Is it that entertaining? At least let me eat in peace.’’. Lastly, Shiki only slightly softens his gaze and silently exhales.

After a while, a peaceful time gets interrupted by the familiar maid storming in "Master! I came with the big news - there is a hunter in the castle!".

Yet, the vampire only lifts his eyes and gives an indifferent look "And?".

"There were two of them. One of them was eaten by your pet, while the other one managed to get through. What should we do?" Or so the concerned demon asks.

‘‘Then greet him and take him to the Coliseum, where I would wait for him.’’ Shiki gives brief orders.

Lastly, the green-haired maiden nods ‘‘Understood! I’ll inform the others.’’. A second later, she looks towards the silver-haired man and asks the ruler of the castle ‘‘But what should I do with this boy?’’.

The noble nocturnal creature replies ‘‘Take him to the bedroom and make sure he won’t escape until I return.’’.

Meanwhile, it’s the last drop of the blue-eyed hunter’s patience. After he clenches his hands into fists, he stands up and addresses the arrogant vampire ‘‘Just because you defeated me once, it doesn’t mean that you can do as you wish. So, you have no right to decide for me.’’.

Suddenly, the demon maid gasps and begins to scold Akira ‘‘Please, watch your language and to whom you are speaking!’’. Just as she is about to take a step further, she widens her eyes and freezes in the same spot.

Apparently, a silent palm raise alone has such a powerful effect, which is followed by Shiki’s strict voice ‘‘Enough. You may leave now.’’.

‘‘Y-yes!’’ Or so the demon replies before rushing through the door and leaving this couple alone.

Even if at the moment Akira doesn’t like the deadly silence and the tension in the air, he refuses to say anything.

More importantly, it’s nothing that he has told nothing wrong. It's Shiki's problem if he gets mad. Or so he convinces himself.

However, when he is about to leave, he feels the gloved hand grasping his wrist.

Suddenly, Akira widens his eyes and turns his head 'Just when did he?-'. After he turns his head, he notices how Shiki holds his wrist and gives him a smug look.

Nevertheless, he closes his eyes and sighs ‘‘Let me go. Aren’t you supposed to protect your stronghold?’’. After opening his blue eyes and holding his wrist close to him, he continues ‘‘You should never underestimate your enemy. It might be a veteran hunter, and you may get killed this time.’’.

For sure, the silver-haired man’s words thrill Shiki who curves a satisfied smile. Lastly, he wraps his arm around the hunter’s waist and brings him closer ‘‘Then stay here and keep this place in order until I return.’’.

Surprisingly, Akira doesn’t resist or say anything. Not even the red-eyed vampire’s other hand sinks into his gray hair. Although, he doesn’t care whether Shiki uses the mesmerizing gaze again or not.

However, when he is prepared for something more to happen, he is released from the vampire’s embrace. Strangely, he even feels slightly frustrated and annoyed at how the dark-haired man walks past him and only turns his gaze to him before leaving the room ‘‘I won’t take long. So, behave yourself and don’t cause any problems.’’. And with these words, the noble creature of the night elegantly leaves.

A few hours have passed. However, there is still no sign of that arrogant vampire. During all this time, Akira killed the time in the study room or wandering around, he eventually got tired of waiting and was guided to the bathroom.

Despite that, while the hunter enjoys the bath and his healed bite marks, he feels anxious.

Shiki takes too long dealing with what he assumes is an easy challenger. What if he was finally defeated? What if, before taking his head as proof, he got sold to the black market as a slave or for organ harvesting? After all, vampires' organs and body parts are valuable material. Or so Akira wonders as he stares at the dark marble ceiling.

As the silver-haired man closes his eyes, he slowly sinks into the bathtub while the negative thoughts flow in his mind.

More importantly, if another hunter kills Count Il Re, Akira will be sent to rot in jail because of being accused of murder. Besides, even if he escapes the castle, the Hunter Guild probably has placed a generous bounty on his head.

Lastly, the blue-eyed hunter lets out an exhausted sigh ‘‘That arrogant fool should have drained me to death before recklessly throwing his life at risk…’’.

On the other hand, if the dark vampire lord had perished, his demonic castle may have crumbled too, unless Shiki is not as powerful as the legendary rumored SSS-rank monster. Who knows… Either way, the mysterious hunter or Shiki will eventually show up and finish him. That’s why there is no point in worrying about the inevitable grim future which awaits him. Or so Akira decides.

But for now, the silver-haired man leaves the bathtub and grabs the white, fluffy towel. Lastly, without rushing, he dries himself and puts the pajama on.

A good amount of time passes. Akira is deeply asleep on the vampire’s bed without realizing that a large black feline has returned.

After the red-eyed panther approaches the peacefully resting human curled under the blanket, he carefully jumps on the bed and makes himself comfortable. As Shiki’s head nudges the hunter’s back, he closes his eyes and deeply purrs.

Meanwhile, the familiar strong vibrations and the sound wakes Akira up. But for now, he refuses to open his eyes or move. For now, he only murmurs in a sleepy voice ‘‘You stupid cat… Why did you take so long? Anyway, go to sleep somewhere else.’’.

However, the large feline places his paw on the human and begins to lick his nape and hair. Then, he gently licks the hunter’s cheek while loudly purring.

For sure, such an unexpected move makes Akira shrug and silently groan. A second later, he hides under the blanket while hoping the clingy cat leaves him alone.

Unfortunately for him, he can feel how Shiki climbs on top of him and rests his upper body on him. Although he is under the blanket, he can imagine what kind of smug face this panther makes.

Suddenly, the silver-haired man widens his eyes when a black paw removes the blanket and exposes his face. Even if Akira can perfectly sense Shiki’s breathing on him, he tries to remain calm and asks ‘‘What is it with you? Did anything happen to you?’’.

In the end, he deeply exhales and lazily rolls on his back ‘‘Fine… If that makes you leave me alone.’’.

Soon, the panther climbs on top of Akira and corners him with one paw. While his ears are lowered, the feline narrows his eyes and begins to lick the hunter’s neck and face. A second later, his one paw kneads the pillow while the other one the silver-haired man’s chest.

For sure, no matter how hard Akira thinks, he can’t figure out what caused out of blue Shiki’s behavior nor why he is so clingy.

Perhaps it has something to do with Shiki’s encounter with the new challenger. Although, the feline has returned alive and without a single scratch. Could it be that even a fearsome lord of darkness was finally threatened or on verge of death?

Either way, it shouldn’t be any of his concern. Or so the silver-haired man tries to convince himself.

Despite that, Akira is curious why Shiki seeks attention from him instead of his servants. More importantly, why the dark-haired man only behaves like this only in the panther form? But for now, he doesn’t resist and instinctively reaches out to stroke behind the feline’s ears while wrapping his other arm around the panther.

Surprisingly, Shiki immediately ceases purring and moving while only staring with his crimson eyes at the blue-eyed man while the hunter strokes his head.

In the end, the large feline rests his head on Akira’s chest and enjoys the given attention. Eventually, his red eyes become sleepy, and without notice, the black panther falls asleep while loudly purring.

Meanwhile, the silver-haired hunter continues to stroke Shiki’s head until the purring becomes quieter and quieter until the beast exhales and briefly licks his own face before falling asleep.

But for now, Akira also feels how his eyelids become heavy, and without realizing he returns to his peaceful slumber.

Several minutes pass. After the terrific screams and insane laughter ceased, the massacre is over. Or so the junior soldier assumes.

When he opens his eyes, he notices that the entire laboratory already looks like it after the powerful storm. Expect all that is done by the army of one man.

A second later, Shingo nearly jumps from his seat after hearing how footsteps getting louder. Soon, the redhead smeared in blood from head to toe looks down on him as an emotionless doll.

However, the brunette spots something behind his partner’s back. That naked body still weakly fights for its life and cries for help.

Suddenly, Iori brings Kyo’s clone next to him and holds it in front of him. Despite this poor creature grimacing in pain and whining, the redhead addresses the junior soldier in an exhausted voice ‘‘This is your last chance. Take responsibility.’’.

However, Yabuki does not know what Yagami is talking about and doesn’t know how to respond.

After a pause, the redhead demands ‘‘Pull the trigger. Now!’’.

Lastly, as the brunette stares at the begging clone, he shakes his head and objects in a nervous voice ‘‘No. I won’t do this! Please, do not make me do this. What if he is Kusanagi-san?’’.

Unfortunately, such an answer dissatisfied Iori, and when he lowers his head, he grids his teeth. ‘‘So, this is how it is. Coward…’’ Yagami spits out in a hateful tone.

Suddenly, he pushes Kyo’s look-alike and grabs his light-saber. One sudden move and the poor homunculus is cut in half.

As the corpse lands on Shingo, the redhead addresses him without showing mercy ‘‘Tsk. Let’s move on already.’’. When Iori turns around and wanders into the lab, the brunette remains frozen in the same spot as a cold body is pressing against him.

He is still in disbelief at how cruel his partner can become, why Kusanagi-san teamed up with him, and how he can stand this behavior.

However, instead of wondering any longer, Shingo closes his eyes and apologizes to the clone before carefully removing it and placing it on the ground. After standing up, he looks for the redhead.

Lastly, he finds Iori at the end of the laboratory and looks down at something. After looking closer, he notices a ladder leading to the lower floor.

‘‘We’re going in.’’ The redhead speaks up.

‘‘But what if there is nothing there? We are going to waste our time, Yagami-san.’’ The brunette politely objects.

Unfortunately, his words don’t reach his partner, who shakes his head and climbs down.

Such reckless behavior makes Shingo concerned, and he tries again to over-talk his partner ‘‘W-wait, Yagami-san! Should we report this to the Headquarters?’’. In the end, he is ignored. But he has no other choice than to follow the stubborn soldier.

After a while, the Resistance soldiers reach the bottom. Yet, the redhead gets alerted upon landing on something soft, wet, and squishy.

After looking around, Iori realizes both are in a corridor covered in flesh and intestines. Of course, such a scenery perturbs him, yet he is more determined that Kyo is waiting for him, and nothing else should matter to him.

On the other hand, the junior soldier is convinced that this place is not worth exploring because he can sense that something vile may attack them.

Although, instead of begging Yagami to listen to him and return to the base, Shingo understands it will be a useless effort. Yet, he cannot turn back and leave Iori to die alone. After all, Kusanagi-san would be upset to learn that his old-time partner was left to rot in the enemy base.

The further they go, the brunette realizes they might be wandering in the basement where are disposed the dead or defective testing subjects.

Yet, Yabuki feels bad for them because not only they were treated in the most inhumane ways but also how they lost the privilege to be buried before their eternal rest.

Even when he glances at these bloody lumps of meat and internal organs pulsing, he closes his eyes and shrugs. He isn’t sure whether he is more scared of what he sees or of the idea that even after these clones are dismembered, their remains are alive.

In any case, the brunette understands he needs to keep going.

The deeper they go, the more it feels like wandering inside a huge macro-organism. Even time from time, one of the glands of the wall aimlessly squirts stomach acid.

However, as a single droplet lands on the redhead’s uniform, he stops walking and exhales. Suddenly, he picks up his trustworthy saber and activates it. Lastly, as he slashes one gland, he remarks “You’re so annoying... STAY QUIET!”.

When the blood splashes like a stream next to Iori, a high-pitched scream can be heard in the distance.

Meanwhile, Shingo widens his eyes in terror and gasps as the several rising arms cling to his legs and slowly sink him into the meat floor. While the fear paralyzes the brunette’s body, he looks at the Iori “Ya-Yagami-san! Wh-what have you done!?”.

However, instead of picking the saber blade to cut the ferocious limbs, Shingo picks the handheld gun in both hands and aims at his partner.

For sure, the redhead only widens his eyes as the laser bullet flies next to him. Lastly, the spurted arm falls next to him. All he can do is dumbfounded stare at the rookie soldier and move his gaze down to the twitching fallen limb.

As soon as the brunette shoots all the arms crawling up to him, he runs as fast as his legs allow him. In the end, he grabs his partner by his uniform jacket and drags him together forward to the end of the corridor.

Some time passes by. Finally, this couple reaches the dead-end, which is a spacious meat cave. The only difference between this place and the corridor is that the pulsing sound resembles the loud heart of an enormous beast. More so, the large smooth lump of meat is the source of this sound.

‘‘This is it. If Kyo is inside of this creature, then I have to cut it and save him.’’ Or so Iori thinks to himself as he picks up his saber blade again and approaches his enemy.

However, as the redhead raises his blade and is about to slash this creature, the giant skinless palm spurts and sends him flying until he hits the wall.

‘‘Ya…YAGAMI-SAN!’’ Shingo screams for his partner, who shakily stands up while ignoring his pain.

Although, the brunette falls to his knees as soon as the beast’s heartbeat ceases. Soon enough, he only shakily stares at the countless eyes open up on the walls, which look at their prey.

After these eyes are closed, the giant piece of meat drowns in the living flesh.

Suddenly, the ground shakes, and the new creature emerges. Apparently, it is a few meters tall, a skinless humanoid with melting meat from its distorted face and body. Even if its arms and the rest of the body below the ribcage remain buried in the flesh floor, the least of these Resistance soldiers’ concerns is how tall their enemy is.

While the brunette screams in terror and crawls back, his partner dashes with his sword at this monster.

Unfortunately, just before impact, the giant palm appears from the ground and slaps the redhead like a bug. A second later, the same hand grabs its victim and brings it close to the monster’s face. Lastly, as this thing opens its mouth and is about to swallow the struggling Iori.

Instead of meeting a horrible fate, the redhead is dropped on the ground as the colossal monster lets out a painful screech.

When Yagami forces himself to half sit and lifts his head, he dumbfounded stares at this creature covering its injured eyed with its palm.

Even so, the infuriated beast’s fist aimlessly smashes the ground.

At this point, Yabuki doesn’t feel how he stands up and runs. All that matters to him is to leave this place together. He understands he may get crushed by this mutant. Yet, the brunette doesn’t want anyone to die in vain because of him.

Kusanagi-san would be upset to learn that his long-time partner had recklessly perished. So, at least Yagami-san needs to survive and leave this hell. That is all Shingo thinks as he rushes to the redhead’s side.

In the end, the brunette picks up and lightens his saber blade. After he closes his eyes, he yells while slashing the monster’s hand.

After the cut body part hits the meat floor, the flesh mutant lets out an agonizing high-pitched scream. For now, this creature covers its bleeding limb while closing its remaining eye.

Meanwhile, Iori realizes this creature may not last long. Not after keep losing that much blood. Therefore, he has a perfect chance to slit its neck and finish it.

Suddenly, he widens his eyes as his arm is thrown on the brunette’s shoulder and takes him away from the battlefield.

‘‘Ya…Yagami-san? Are you okay? Any… anywhere injured? Hang in there! Just a little bit… Just a little bit, and we should escape this place.’’ Or so Shingo addresses the other soldier through panting.

Yet, the redhead only grids his teeth and clenches his hands into fists. When they leave the room, Iori bends his elbow and strikes the junior soldier’s guts ‘‘Don’t interface, you fool!’’. Lastly, without looking back or showing any concern for Shingo, he pushes the brunette away.

‘‘Yagami-san…’’ Or so, Yabuki manages to speak up while all he can do is stare at his partner rushing to the battlefield. Although he tries his best to ignore his pain and follow the redhead.

After Iori enters the room, he notices that the flesh mutant is not as hostile as before. However, he is not affected by its weeping and howling. Step after step, the redhead approaches his target.

Even so, the monster does what it can to defend itself from this pesky human. After the countless pores on its head open up, it shoots the corrosive acid.

However, Yagami’s reflexes are quicker, and he dodges the sent attack. ‘‘What’s wrong? Do you want to die that badly? Fine, I’ll grant your wish.’’ He mocks this creature as the acid burns the flesh floor.

Without wasting a second, Iori jumps as high as his strength allows and stabs the monster in the heart’s area. Lastly, when he lands on his feet, the beast lets out a final scream as it collapses.

Meanwhile, the Resistance soldiers observed how the flesh and organs melt from this creature’s bones. Eventually, the bones sink into the meat floor, leaving nothing but a human-sized cocoon covered in dark purple flesh.

As the flesh layer gets torn, Iori widens his eyes and speaks up in a barely hearable, desperate voice ‘‘Kyo…’’. While Shingo is speechless in the view in front of them.

Apparently, this naked sleeping figure curled into a ball resembles one familiar Kusanagi heir. Despite being covered in blood, he has unusually pale skin.

With no further hesitation, Yagami rushes. After kneeling close to him, he takes him into his arm ‘‘KYO!’’. However, the Kusanagi’s body is still warm, and Iori even manages to grasp the pulse. Even after pressing his ear against Kyo’s chest, he hears weak breathing.

‘‘Wake up, Kyo!’’ Unfortunately, the redhead’s voice doesn’t reach him. No matter how hard Iori shakes his shoulders or slaps him, there is no response.

Meanwhile, Shingo only stares at them without being able to move. More so, he isn’t sure which is more stunning, reuniting with Kusanagi-san or how someone as merciless as Iori is vulnerable.

However, the sudden voice behind this trio makes Iori and Shingo alert ‘‘Leave Nii-sama alone!’’.

After turning back, these two notice the soldier in black body armor and shiny metal helmet. Lastly, this person points with the crimson saber blade at them ‘‘Handle him to me, and I may reconsider leaving alive.’’. And thus, a real battle is still ahead of them.

As soon as the military secretary wakes up, his first thought is to get up and get ready for a new and once again to accomplish his duties. He even forgets for a moment about his wounds.

However, after he suddenly sits up in bed, he turns toward the quiet groaning and notices the not-so-happy half-awake Shiki.

Even so, Akira remains calm and explains “I’m terribly sorry for waking you up, sir. If you excuse me, I need to prepare for the work.”.

“What are you talking about? Go back to sleep. It’s your day-off.” Or so the commander replies.

However, the blue-eyed secretary only politely objects “There is no need for that. I’m perfectly fine and a couple of bruises won’t affect my work.”.

For now, Shiki narrows his gaze and replies “Your task is wash yourself and wait until I check on your wounds. Then, I’ll decide if you will take a day-off. Any objections?”.

Lastly, Akira closes his eyes and shakes his head “Not at all.”. After opening his eyes, he gives a soft look before leaving the bed “If this is what you wish for, then it’s my duty to accomplish it.”. Of course, he is secretly happy with how the commander cares about his well-being, even if he thinks Shiki doesn’t need to worry about these scratches.

After Shiki studies and puts the bandage on his subordinate’s wounds, he told that he should stay in the mansion today and recover.

Despite that, the silver-haired secretary wants to be useful, at least in assisting and properly seeing off the commander.

Just before Shiki leaves, Akira addresses him as he finishes fixing the tie ‘‘Are you sure you will be fine, sir? If you feel slightly overwhelmed or if there is even a tiny inconvenience, do not hesitate to contact me. I’ll come to help you in no time.’’.

However, as his secretary finishes fixing the tie, the dark-haired man only gives a satisfied look ‘‘There is no need unless you’re going to sit all day and wait until the phone rings. And how are you going to do it when you have another important task?’’.

“What do you mean by that?” Or so Akira asks as he helps put on the long coat.

After his subordinate finishes the current task, the commander states “You need to take care of the mansion until I return.”.

But for now, as the natural excitement sparkles in these blue eyes, he replies “Yes!”.

Even after simply putting the same thing in other words works as successfully as usual. Once again, the supreme ruler had to use this method to convince his loyal subordinate to rest.

Lastly, Shiki gives a smug look while ruffling his secretary’s hair. Before taking his leave, he looks at Akira, who politely nods and wishes for a safe trip and return.

A few days passed. Yet, the military secretary is tired of staying in the mansion, and his hands are itchy for any job. More so, the longer he is dismissed from the duties, the more he feels like missing out on something important.

Besides, even if he tries not to show it, he is concerned about Shiki, who is already stressed. That’s right, these days the supreme ruler looks more tired after a long day at the office.

When Akira asks whether anything bothers the dark-haired man, he receives the same reply about not needing to worry and not thinking about the work when he is off duty.

Of course, the blue-eyed secretary tried to use the methods he refers to as drastic ones. Hugging the commander from behind and offering him a shoulder massage might work to help him relax and get any clues. Or so he hopes.

After such a gesture, the red-eyed man cracks a smile and asks his subordinate not to push himself and that everything is under his control.

Nowadays, Shiki doesn’t even act like a lascivious feline demanding attention or intimate moments as well. Even when the secretary expects something to happen, it never goes beyond deep kissing.

Therefore, Akira assumes that the military tyrant is sick or something terrible happened during his absence from work.

Even if it wasn’t a part of his secretary’s duties, he needs to figure out what is bothering the commander and solve this issue immediately. That’s why, if Akira is not allowed to work, he’ll visit Shiki during the afternoon break for a cup of tea or coffee. Besides, the commander hasn’t mentioned that this is forbidden.

More importantly, it might give Akira peace of mind, and he may rest assured, knowing that the supreme ruler doesn’t overwhelm himself with too much work. And thus, after putting on the military uniform, Akira leaves the mansion.

Some time passes. As the silver-haired man walks in the corridor, anyone whom he met from his squad was excited to see their captain showing up and warmly greeting him. More importantly, even some higher rank officers seem to be relieved to see him.

What happened when he was gone? And what kind of changes the commander made while he was recovering? Or so wonders Akira while he continues his way toward the destination place.

Finally, he reaches the familiar wooden door. However, before his knuckles touch the door, his hand freezes after hearing the shattering noise and someone panicking and apologizing in a pathetic voice.

Even if the secretary doesn’t know who this person is or cares about him, he cannot risk the commander’s well-being. When he closes his eyes and wastes no time for formalities, he storms in ‘‘Commander!-’’.

Suddenly, he widens his eyes at seeing the Shiki sitting behind the desk, observing with such disappointment the half-sitting despaired young gray-haired secretary leaning on his arm and the ruined papers splashed by coffee lying on the desk.

Clearly, it is a matter of seconds before the military tyrant is about to lose his temper. Or so Akira assumes.

However, when the red-eyed commander lifts his gaze and fixates on his personal secretary, he asks ‘‘What are you doing here?’’.

As Akira closes the door behind him and straightens his posture, he politely replies ‘‘I heard a weird noise behind the door, and I needed to see whether you are safe, sir.’’. When he narrows his lowered gaze, the secretary lifts his gaze and continues ‘‘Please forgive me for my rudeness, but who is an incompetent fool, and what is he doing in your office?’’.

Meanwhile, the poor light-haired secretary only observes this situation while fearing for his life.

“That is your substitute until you recover and are ready go back to work.” Or so Shiki states.

Of course, such sudden news bewilders Akira, but he forces himself to remain calm in front of the most powerful man in the country.

After swallowing the saliva and taking a deep breath, the silver-hair man replies “I have no right to judge but to support you and your decisions, sir. However, please reconsider who will be able to serve you. If you wish, I can help you with that.”.

However, the commander raises an eyebrow while keeping a serious look on his face “Are you telling me what to do?”.

“No. Not all.” Akira shakes his head. After a brief pause, he points with his palm at his replacement “But this worthless thing will only mess up everything even if you entrust him the most simple tasks. More importantly, you’ll endanger yourself if you let this creature anywhere close to you!”.

As he deeply breathes, he continues his speech while pressing his palm against his chest “I won’t allow him to leave peacefully if anything happens to you... That’s why, if you excuse me, I need to talk in-person with him and discipline him accordingly.”.

Lastly, Akira walks closely to the secretary and crouches. When he grabs by the shirt’s collar the trembling young man, he addresses him ‘‘Get up already! Whining won’t help you. So, at least have some shame to face your punishment properly!’’.

For sure, there is no mercy in these ice-cold blue eyes, which show nothing but pure fury and disgust towards his victim. Or so the poor secretary thinks to himself while staring with his big gray eyes and genially fearing for his life.

As Akira grids his teeth, he raises his palm and decides to give an awakening slap to the other secretary. However, his hand and entire body freeze after hearing the commander’s strict voice ‘‘Enough! Release him and come here.’’.

Suddenly, the blue-eyed man realizes that he allowed himself to be led by his emotions, and the whimpering, light-haired young man whose gaze now begs for the commander’s mercy is a good example. Instead of feeling bad for this person, Akira doesn’t waste time and follows orders. While he ignores this secretary and his made mess, he approaches the supreme ruler.

He understands from that serious gaze alone that he also got on the commander’s bad side. Despite that, he keeps a poker face while accepting his fate.

As Shiki exhales, he narrows his gaze and addresses his loyal subordinate ‘‘When did you grow so bold to lash out at your colleagues?’’.

‘‘That is-’’ Yet before the silver-haired secretary explains, his voice is cut when Shiki lifts his palm.

After the commander lowers his palm, he fixates his piercing red eyes on his subordinate and briefly adds ‘‘Do not argue with me.’’. Certainly, it’s enough to silence Akira, who cannot move a single muscle until further command.

When Shiki rests his chin on his palms, he continues without removing his eyes from his subordinate ‘‘You even disobey and do not follow orders. Perhaps firing you may help you understand your place.’’.

After striking Akira’s most painful spot, the military tyrant observes how his stiff secretary does his best to seal his emotions behind his poker face, which may crack soon. More so, instead of asking to reconsider this decision, his subordinate lowers his gaze like a scolded puppy who will never go against his master’s will.

But for now, Shiki turns his gaze towards the other secretary and briefly studies him.

Good, it will help that fellow understand what happens to anyone who goes against him. Or so the supreme ruler thinks.

After returning his gaze to his loyal secretary, he announces the verdict ‘‘Starting today, you need to treat him as any of your men.’’. While Shiki is amused by his subordinate’s confused face, he adds ‘‘You will be able to do this. So, when you are ready to return to your duties, you will train him to become a fine secretary to replace you when you get sick or need a day off. Any objections?’’.

Even if Akira doesn’t understand why the commander wants him to do such a pointless task, he doesn’t object and briefly replies ‘‘Yes. I understand.’’. For now, he convinces himself that he should be grateful that Shiki didn’t kick him out of the office as he should have. Yet, without understanding why, he doesn’t like this decision.

After all, anyone who opposes or upsets the supreme ruler must be punished accordingly despite their status or connection. Or so the military secretary thinks to himself.

In the end, the commander looks at the other secretary, who is startled by his voice alone ‘‘Call the cleaner to my office, and then you are free for the rest of the day.’’.

Meanwhile, that fear and guilt in these gray eyes fade away and are replaced with the sparkle of hope. Lastly, the light-haired secretary energetically responds ‘‘Y-yes, sir!’’.

‘‘Do you know with whom you are talking? Show the proper respect, you fool!’’ Or so Akira speaks up when he turns his head and frowns.

However, the fellow secretary only silently bows before rushing through the door. Lastly, this couple is left alone.

‘‘How do such incompetent people are allowed to work here? What were you thinking, sir?…’’ The silver-haired secretary murmurs as he lowers his gaze and stares at his new disciple’s left mess.

Yet, the commander’s voice surprises him and makes to turn back ‘‘What are you saying?’’.

As Akira watches how Shiki gracefully stands up and walks close to him like a feline, he gives a questioning look ‘‘Sir?’’.

‘‘I ask you once again - what are you doing here? Haven’t I told you to wait until I return?’’ Shiki addresses his subordinate.

For a moment, Akira turns his head away. However, soon enough, he honestly replies without removing his eyes from the commander ‘‘I wanted to see you. But I knew you would be busy during the day. So, I waited until the afternoon break.’’. As he lowers his gaze, he adds in a slightly gloomy tone ‘‘But it seems that soon you won’t need me any longer.’’.

Suddenly, Akira widens his eyes as Shiki tightly hugs him and refuses to let him go. But for now, the military secretary lowers his shoulders and wraps his arms around his most important person. Lastly, he closes his eyes and enjoys how the commander ruffles his hair.

When the commander gently places his palm on his subordinate’s cheek, he softens his gaze and delightfully observes how innocently his secretary looks at him ‘‘You are really a dog. One that cannot be locked away and always find a way to his master.’’.

After the same hand slides down, Shiki holds Akira’s chin and with his thumb parts his lips and remarks ‘‘Why would I want to get rid of someone who is irreplaceable and valuable?’’. Lastly, he pulls his precious secretary into a deep kiss.

All the blue-eyed secretary can do is blissfully close his eyes, and without realizing it, he moves his hand behind the commander’s head and sinks his fingertips in his hair.

Of course, such a gesture sparkles the excitement in these crimson eyes. But for now, the dark-haired man chuckles in between catching the air.

After a long-lasting kissing, the commander with-draws his face and cannot help himself but adore his subordinate’s still blushing gaze. However, he is pleasantly surprised at how Akira holds his hand and places it on his chest around the heart area.

‘‘What is it with you?’’ Or so Shiki asks while he admires how the reserved secretary now moves his palm on his neck while staring with such an unsatisfied, amorous gaze.

However, instead of answering by using words, Akira places this palm on his cheek and rubs himself against the beloved hand.

Perhaps, this may help the commander to realize that he’ll do anything in his power to make Shiki look only at him. Lastly, the silver-haired secretary attempts to remove Shiki’s glove by using his teeth.

Of course, it’s something new to see how Akira wants to take the initiative for the first time. Yet, Shiki won’t allow his secretary to wrap him around his finger that easily.

After all, it won’t be that interesting if he grants his secretary’s wish that easily. That’s why he needs to remind his precious subordinate about needing to be more patient.

Suddenly, Akira lets out a sweet gasp as his bottom is groped by the commander.

As Shiki cracks a smile, he comments ‘‘Did you miss me that much? Or are you jealous? Either way, you need to wait until we come home. Then, make sure I’ll find you in the bedroom wearing only an unbuttoned shirt.’’.

After hearing such an order, the secretary can feel how the belly-piercing moves as his abs twitch. However, he remembers that the afternoon break is finished by this time. Suddenly, he places his palms on the commander’s chest and pushes him away ‘‘But what about your work, sir? You also haven’t even rested during the break!’’.

Yet, the supreme ruler gives a smug look ‘‘You worry too much. Tomorrow, you will help me finish it.’’.

‘‘Please, take it more seriously!’’ Or so Akira politely objects.

‘‘Then, who’s the fault for disturbing my work? You need to take responsibility for your actions and behavior today.’’ The commander backfires.

Even if the military secretary realizes it is pointless to argue with this stubborn man, he only nervously swallows saliva and prepares himself for whatever Shiki has planned for him tonight ‘‘I… I understand.’’.

In the end, the red-eyed man gives a satisfied smile and ruffles his subordinate’s hair.

After entering the interrogation room, Shiki locks the door from the inside, and his subordinate already knows what he needs to do.

When Akira removes his uniform jacket and gives it to the commander, he walks to the wall and waits while preparing himself for the punishment.

Yet, one thing is to deliver anyone the punishment they deserved, while another is being a prisoner. Although, he is not afraid or will beg for mercy like his victims. If this is what the commander wants, he has to accept it. Or so the secretary convinces himself as he kneels and gives one hand to Shiki.

Even if Akira is restrained by the chains, he keeps his faithful eyes on the supreme ruler.

However, he is caught off guard when Shiki removes his tie and blindfolds him while asking ‘‘Sir, is this necessary?’’.

Instead of answering, the dark-haired man asks ‘‘Have you ever been left in the uncertainty of what happens to you next? Or the feeling of what you should do when you cannot see what is happening behind your back?’’. And thus, with these words, he leaves the room.

Meanwhile, Akira patiently waits for his return. Yet, no matter how much time passes, there are no signs that the commander will return soon.

At this point, he focuses all his senses on hearing while hoping he’ll catch even the slightest noise from outside. Although, the only sounds that keep him company are his own breathing, his cloth rustling, or the moving chains.

Suddenly, the creaking metal door alerts him. Yet, soon enough, he recognizes to whom belong the footsteps.

Even when the blue-eyed secretary calls the commander, he doesn’t receive any response. On the other hand, he can sense that Shiki is close to him.

As Akira’s chin is roughly held, he asks “...Sir?”.

Once again, no reply, not a single word. Yet, he can sense the commander’s gaze on him, even if he cannot tell whether it is a disappointed, mad, or upset look.

After Shiki removes his hand from his subordinate, the secretary can only hear further steps and how he unwraps something.

Suddenly, the secretary gasps as he feels an instant burning slash across his chest. Before he says anything else, he hears another cracking noise and how the whip stings his body.

Strike after strike, the silver-haired man’s body aches from the constant burning pain and the feeling of how warm blood runs against his skin. Soon enough, even his remains of clothes soak in the crimson liquid and stick to his skin.

Despite that, he swallows his pride and refuses cowardly beg for mercy or to stop.

Yet, the military secretary realizes that something is off.

As someone who is taught by the supreme ruler how to crack a whip and inflict most of the damage and deadly accuracy, Akira can sense Shiki refuses to unleash the bullwhip’s full potential.

After all, such a heavy whip made from sturdy leather can separate flesh from bones. Therefore, this whip should have torn his skin as paper.

However, there is also another possibility. Perhaps Shiki uses a light whip, which barely scratches.

Why should the commander go easy on him? It doesn’t matter whether or not he is a personal secretary. Because anyone who opposes the commander must be judged and punished for what they have done. More importantly, such words as an exception should not exist. Or so Akira believes.

Just as the blindfold around the silver-haired man’s eyes loosens, he is shocked to notice that Shiki is holding back from using the full power of the bullwhip.

In the end, the supreme ruler lowers the whip and closes his eyes ‘‘You finally had enough of it.’’.

After a brief pause, he opens his eyes and continues while fixating his gaze on his tortured subordinate ‘‘Have you been counting how many strikes you received? …I thought so. However, this is as many as you got these letters. Now you also finally understand what it feels when you were dealing with all this behind my back.’’. Lastly, he adds ‘‘Fine. You are dismissed.’’.

Meanwhile, Akira lowers his head when he hears such words. Even when Shiki approaches him, he accepts the fact that as soon as he’ll be released from the chains and is left alone to lick his wounds.

Perhaps, the commander might be kind enough to return his jacket. At least he would wrap it around his shoulders and stay here for a while before he can walk to the nurse’s office. Of course, it won’t be surprising if Shiki fires him because of how he behaved. Or so Akira convinces himself.

However, the commander’s voice returned him to this world ‘‘Lift your head. Or do you want to stay here?’’.

Even if his subordinate keeps his head hung, Shiki only kneels in front of him and sighs while undoing the chains from one hand and another.

Instead of harshly hitting the ground, Akira widens his eyes as he is caught in the Shiki’s arms and pulled into a hug.

At first, the poor secretary attempts to push him away and not dirty the commander’s uniform with his blood.

Yet, the dark-haired man refuses to let him go and pulls into a tighter hug.

For now, all Akira can do is shakily speak up in a dumbfounded tone while ignoring his aching body ‘‘Co… commander?’’. He genially cannot understand such an unexpected gesture from the supreme ruler. Lastly, he closes his eyes and exhales.

Finally, he realizes maybe Shiki didn’t want to do this, yet he had no other choice.

What if he has driven the commander insane by unintentionally turning his back on him by stubbornly refusing to rely on him? Maybe if he told about his harassment since day one, he would have ended up with only Shiki executing this person and not stressing himself.

What if the commander misunderstood Akira’s intentions to solve such a minor problem on his own, without ruining Shiki’s reputation by how he cannot handle anything? Or could it be that even someone like the military tyrant himself was simply concerned about his subordinate’s well-being and wanted to rely on him no matter how small or big is the problem?

For now, the blue-eyed secretary smiles and thinks to himself ‘‘If this is what you were trying to say all this time?’’. Lastly, when he closes his eyes, he wraps his arms around Shiki ‘‘…You are too kind, sir.’’. Yet, he keeps silent these three simple but most difficult-to-say words.

After all, Akira is afraid to ruin such a moment by how he refers to unnecessary words. Instead, he decides his actions should speak louder than any words.

No matter how much the blue-eyed secretary politely insisted that he can walk, his shaky standing ended up in failure. And thus, Shiki carries him like a wounded princess to the nurse’s office.

Of course, the least worrying thing for Akira is if anyone notices how he is carried in such a manner and makes the commander look like he returned from the massacre. Yet, he is more concerned that he is giving Shiki unnecessary trouble and would only exhaust him.

After a while, they reach the destination place, and the door is unlocked.

As the dark-haired man lays down his subordinate on the procedure bed, Akira addresses him “It’s okay, sir. I can wait here until the nurse comes.”.

When the secretary expects Shiki to leave, he notices that he locks the door from the inside and hangs his uniform jacket. More so, he rolls up his sleeves.

Did the commander plan to bring him here to relieve his needs? Or so Akira wonders while he gives a slightly irritated look.

Yet, he is not that afraid that his wounds will get worse. He is concerned that his pathetic face and whining will disappoint Shiki.

As the commander sits close to him and leans to his neck, the secretary turns his head “I don’t want to ruin your mood, sir. However, can it wait for another time?”.

“What? If I don’t clean it, it will get infected.” Or so Shiki replies.

Before Akira says anything, he widens his eyes as the commander pins his hands with one hand while the other tears his shirt. Lastly, he closes his eyes when Shiki licks his neck.

However, the secretary is surprised that even someone like the merciless military tyrant would kiss him in whatever place his tongue traces.

More so, as soon as Shiki’s tongue reaches his fresh wounds, all Akira can do is turn his head away while trying to surpass these silent groans.

Suddenly, the secretary opens his eyes as his hands are released, and how the same hand that held his wrists now sinks into his hair.

Even if he is confused by such a commander’s unusual behavior, he allows him to do as he pleases.

At this point, the secretary even feels like being groomed and cleaned by the giant feline.

Nevertheless, he doesn’t mind the pain when his injuries all over his upper body are touched. Besides, it almost gives a weird ticklish sensation mixed with pain. And without realizing it, Akira’s hand reaches to touch Shiki’s hair.

Yet, the secretary gets alerted when the commander freezes at the same point and understands he did something wrong.

Despite that, when Shiki lifts his head and their eyes meet, Akira feels his heart skips a beat.

Instead of seeing the irritated commander, Akira is bewildered by how Shiki gives him a delighted look and lets out purring-like noises.

In the end, Shiki gracefully leaves his subordinate’s side and orders him to remove his shirt and pants while he needs to wash his hands and look up something in the drawers.

Meanwhile, the secretary doesn’t question such a decision and does what he needs to.

After Shiki returns caring a bunch of medical bandages, clothing, and alcohol spray, he asks his subordinate to sit for a better examination of his wounds.

Suddenly, Akira gasps as the burning pain spread through his chest when the alcohol reaches his wounds. Yet, he turns his head away and deeply breathes while the commander sprays the medical alcohol on his wounds.

As the alcohol runs down his skin and washes down the light red blood, the secretary can feel how a tiny piece of clothing gently taps against his injuries and rubbing around the healthy spots.

It isn’t a pleasant procedure, but Akira reminds himself that he has to endure for a bit longer and not embarrass himself in front of Shiki.

He doesn’t know why instead of leaving the wound treatment to the medical staff, the supreme ruler treats him. After all, it’s not the obligation or responsibility of the most powerful man in the country to aid his subordinates. If anything, someone like Shiki should discard and replace anyone who is not suitable to serve him.

Although, instead of further wondering why the commander keeps spoiling him, the military secretary only silently exhales while reminding himself that he should think about how to repay for such kindness and mercy.

Suddenly, a dark-haired man’s brief command makes Akira face him ‘‘Lift your arms.’’.

With no second thought, the blue-eyed secretary follows the orders while Shiki covers his wounds on the chest and waist with several large medical clothing.

After this task, the crimson-eyed man quickly picks the snow-white medical bandage into his hand and wraps it around his subordinate’s upper body while addressing him ‘‘Don’t lower them yet.’’.

Even if the commander asks Akira to do this, his arms feel exhausted and tremble from being in such a position for too long. Nevertheless, he endures it and patiently waits until another command comes.

When Shiki finishes wrapping the bandage and ties a knot, he lifts his gaze ‘‘Fine. You can relax and lower one arm. However, I’ll need another one.’’.

After the secretary gives him his arm, Shiki carefully holds it by the wrist while studying his left injuries. Fortunately, these are scratches compared to the upper body area, but they still need attention.

When he takes the bottle of alcohol spray, he cleans his subordinate’s arm up to the upper arm. Even if he can sense how Akira’s hand twitches when alcohol washes his wounded skin, he remains silent and continues taking care of his personal secretary.

After a while, the commander covers the cleaned limb with the medical clothing and wraps it with the bandage, he repeats the same procedure with the other arm.

When he finishes with the upper body, Shiki asks Akira to lie on his back and bend his legs.

Of course, the secretary doesn’t question the supreme ruler, but he is surprised at how Shiki sits next to him and places his legs on his lap.

‘‘What is it? If you struggle, your wounds will open, and I need to do it again.’’ Or so the commander remarks as he lifts his subordinate’s leg and inspects it.

Fortunately, only the thighs are injured. Nevertheless, Shiki cracks a smile as he observes how Akira turns his head and tries to remain as calm as possible. Lastly, he treats his secretary’s legs.

Some time passes. After taking care of Akira and helping him to put on his uniform jacket and pants, Shiki is about to place his arms around his subordinate and carry him, but he hears a polite objection ‘‘Please, excuse me, sir. I’m grateful for your concern, but I can walk on my own now.’’.

‘‘What are you talking about? You are a patient, and you need to rest.’’ Or so the supreme ruler backfires. As Shiki takes Akira into his arms, he adds ‘‘Until you recover, you are dismissed from your duties. That’s an order. Understand?’’.

After lowering his gaze, the secretary replies ‘‘Yes.’’. No matter how much he wants to object to this order but realizes that, perhaps, it is Shiki’s way of showing his concern and care. If that is the case, Akira has to do his best to get well as soon as possible until he can assist and take care of the commander.

It is already late evening. After returning to the mansion, Akira expected that for today he can call it a day and rest before tomorrow.

However, he doesn’t realize that the commander has other plans for him tonight.

That’s right, the military secretary already can sense that something is off when Shiki suggested he’ll wait for him in the bathroom. Nevertheless, he believes that there is an important reason for this.

Lastly, after swallowing the saliva and fixing his pajama, he knocks on the door and asks for permission to enter inside.

The secretary widens his eyes for a moment after noticing the supreme ruler chilling in the spacious bathtub. More so, he straightens his back when the commander looks at his side.

Despite that, Akira tries to remain as formal as possible ‘‘Sorry for making you wait. However, did I interrupt you, sir? Or do you prefer for me to wait outside?’’.

As Shiki leans on the bathtub, he brushes his hair ‘‘Why do you think I called you? Come here.’’.

Perhaps, the commander just wanted him to wash his back. If so, the only issue might be not wetting the bandage on his arms. Or so the silver-haired secretary wonders. But for now, he briefly answers as he approaches the dark-haired man ‘‘Y-yes…’’.

However, once he gets close enough, he hears another demand ‘‘You are weird fellow for washing yourself while fully clothed… Undress.’’.

Even if Akira is slightly concerned that both of them won’t fit, he follows the orders as usual. Lastly, when he carefully unwraps the medical bandage, he removes the last piece of clothing.

After carefully sitting in the bathtub, he only gives a questioning look to Shiki while hugging his knees.

Certainly, this gaze amuses the commander. Yet, instead of wasting more time, he leans closer to his subordinate ‘‘What is it with you? Show me your hand.’’.

With no hesitation, Akira extends his hand toward Shiki.

Even so, one thing when the commander studies this injured limb, and another one is when these crimson eyes move up to his chest.

The secretary softens his gaze when Shiki concentrates his gaze on the wounds and gently strokes the held arm.

However, he suddenly widens his eyes as he gets pulled closer to the dark-haired man.

“What is the meaning of this, sir?” Or so Akira speaks up when his back is pressed against Shiki’s chest. Yet, he still attempts to escape from the big cat’s grasp.

Meanwhile, Shiki replies as a delightful feline while observing his struggling subordinate “Have you forgotten? You are a patient. Therefore, you need to be treated as one.”.

Just when the secretary is about to object, he gasps at how a wet sponge rubs across his abs and chest. At first, he attempts to brush away the same hand that cleans him. However, he realizes it is a useless struggle and that the commander will act as he wants.

While Shiki cleans his subordinate, he hears a polite objection “I’m sorry, but you don’t have to do this. I can handle it well on my own.”.

Instead of wasting time arguing, he closes his eyes and gives another brief command ‘‘Bend forward. Right now, your main task is to recover. Understand?’’.

While the secretary only nods “Yes...”. Lastly, he ends up being pampered with attention.

Even if Akira feels spoiled for no good reason, he secretly admits that being under someone’s care is rather enjoyable. More so, he is pleasantly surprised at how the commander knows when and where to rub stronger and avoid using any pressure on the wounds.

Whether it is another whim of the supreme ruler or not, it doesn’t matter. As long as it is something that Shiki enjoys doing, that all matters for the secretary.

More importantly, Akira feels that, perhaps, it’s alright to relax and leave everything in the commander’s hands. But for now, he closes his eyes and lowers his guard.

Some time passed. Even after leaving the bath and putting on the pajama, the secretary cannot escape from the big feline who keeps taking care of him. Even such a simple task as drying hair with a fluffy, soft towel is done by Shiki.

Meanwhile, all Akira can do is accept that until his wounds are healed, the commander might behave like this and it will be a part of his temporally routine.

However, the military secretary is determined not to give up Shiki, and he’ll prove that he can serve well with and with no injuries to the commander.

As the silver-haired hunter storms inside, he declares ‘‘I finally found you! You won’t! - Won’t run… away?’’.

After noticing a familiar figure sitting on the throne as it was his, his eyes widen. All he can do is dumbfounded stare at this person, who wears a long coat with short sleeves and leather pants ‘‘Shiki… What are you doing here? Isn’t it where your master supposed to be?’’.

However, instead of giving the wanted answers, the dark-haired man stares at him with a calm look on his face. Even if these crimson eyes glow with impatience, the nocturnal creature continues observing how this human behaves. For now, he rests his head and hands on his sword.

Suddenly, the hunter straightens his back as Shiki addresses him ‘‘What’s wrong? You are doubting.’’.

Yet, Akira takes a deep breath and clenches his hands into fists. After he approaches the protector of the throne, he declares ‘‘I’m not here to fight you. All I’m here is to take down your master - Il Re! However, you leave me no choice if you stand in my way. That’s why, if you summon your owner, I will spare your life. After all, you saved my life before.’’.

The nocturnal creature only cracks a smile and chuckles ‘‘If that’s so? Then, answer me this. Are you truly here by your choice? Or did you come here by following orders like a dog?’’.

‘‘It should not concern you! Nor, it’s important.’’ Akira instantly backfires.

After a brief pause, he adds ‘‘Why should I tell anything to the domestic cat, who is sent to do his lazy owner’s work?’’.

When he picks up his trustworthy knife, he points it at Shiki. Now, he continues ‘‘I will not fight for someone’s entertainment - not for the Count’s, or anyone else. Neither to prove anything. However, if this is the only way to get him, so it be.’’.

Even if the hunter’s blade is close to him, the supposed-to-be panther doesn't feel threatened. Contrary, he is entertained by facing a human who doesn’t shrug in fear at his presence.

As the tip of the knife follows the dark-haired man, he proudly stands up ‘‘Hmph. You keep barking, but can you bite?’’. Lastly, he declares ‘‘Do not disappoint me, vampire hunter!’’.

After the nocturnal creature draws the katana out of the sheath, he lowers the blade and closes his eyes.

The vampire hunter didn’t expect such a gesture. Yet, it doesn’t matter if Shiki is mocking him. Akira will use it to his advantage.

That’s why one sudden strike into his chest should be enough, right? Or so, he thinks as he prepares for the attack. In the end, the silver-haired man charges at his opponent.

Suddenly, he widens his big blue eyes as he hits the thin air. Fortunately, the hunter’s reaction is fast, and he dodges the long blade from behind.

When he rolls to the side and turns back, he glares at Shiki while defending himself. For sure, these ice-cold eyes alone warn that the hunter is ready to kill if anyone will try their luck.

After putting his knife aside, he picks several knives from the knife bag.

Without wasting a single second, Akira throws multiple blades at his opponent. However, Shiki instantly reflects the attack by spinning the katana with one hand.

Just before the knives touch the ground, the ebony-haired man turns into the liquid shadow and becomes the panther. Lastly, he dashes at the hunter at full speed.

Unfortunately, Akira had no time to react and crashes into the stone wall. As his back touches the wall, he lets out a gasp and nearly loses consciousness. After his body slides down until it reaches the ground, he can feel warm blood running from his head.

For now, he can only roughly breathe without removing his eyes from Shiki bouncing back and landing on his paws.

Meanwhile, the big feline turns into his formal shape and observes his fallen prey.

It was too quick a victory and, perhaps, a mistake, having high expectations of this human. On the other hand, his blood scent is too good. Or so, Shiki wonders while approaching the hunter.

In the end, he raises the long blade, which reflects the suffering hunter, and swings it at Akira. One sudden cut and…-

Suddenly, the crimson-eyed man is surprised by the sound of clashing metal and the white sparkles around their blades. However, it’s nowhere close to an appealing view as those Akira’s deep blue determined eyes.

As Shiki’s katana slides down, the hunter speaks up ‘‘I’m not done yet! Nor you’ll kill me that easy.’’.

It only makes the nocturnal creature curve a smile on his face ‘‘Hmph. Then, get up and entertain me more, vampire killer.’’. And thus, with these words, Shiki places his hand to reveal the side behind his long coat. After removing the attached katana from the belt, he tosses it at Akira.

Even if the silver-haired man catches it in his hands and briefly studies it, he gives a suspicious look while shakily standing up.

‘‘You shouldn’t give your weapon to the enemy.’’ The hunter addresses him, reveals the naked blade, and points it at its previous owner ‘‘Unless you want to fall under your own blade.’’.

However, from the hunter’s battle stance alone, Shiki can see that his opponent is not used to holding a sword. Although, the nocturnal creature admires Akira’s fighting spirit.

Like the previous time, the silver-haired man makes the first move and unleashes the powerful slash.

Lower guard, upper guard, mixed guard - the ebony-haired man gracefully blocks each strike. It’s already clear that this foolish human won’t last long with such aggressive thrusting and heavy strikes.

Nevertheless, he admits the hunter’s stubbornness is amazing despite the lack of practice.

Suddenly, even Shiki widens his eyes as he feels the blade touching his face and the red liquid running down his cheek. Yet, as soon as the cut appears, it fades in seconds.

Just as the nocturnal creature wipes the old blood with his gloved hand, his instincts quickly act.

He blocks the hunter’s diagonal slash. As the snow-white sparkles cover their touching blade, Shiki’s eyes glow in rising excitement. Lastly, he pushes his opponent’s sword.

For sure, even a millisecond of being dumbfounded costs Akira a lot. Suddenly, he receives a strong kick into the stomach.

As he harshly hits the ground, he lets out a painful groan.

Despite Akira being on the verge of death when Shiki slowly approaches him with the lowered katana, which thirsts for his blood, he remembers the cross on his neck.

For now, all he needs is to distract the man in front of him, even for a moment. While the blue-eyed hunter leans on his elbow, he picks up the remaining knives in the bag.

After Akira closes his eyes and tightly grasps the last blades between his fingers, he hopes for the best. It doesn’t matter if he won’t hurt his opponent or not - all it matters is to buy time.

As he opens his eyes, the hunter throws his weapons at Shiki, who instantly reflected his attack. In the end, Akira grasps the cross around his chest and shouts at the top of his lungs ‘‘GRAND CROSS!’’.

However, as Shiki remains standing, he remains unaffected. For now, he only raises his eye-brow and stares at his foe.

In the end, Akira widens his eyes and opens his mouth. Even through his trembling lips, he speaks up in a barely hearable voice ‘‘Shit… Did I do anything wrong? Why did it fail?’’.

Finally, the crimson-eyed man stands in front of him. While the tip of the katana is close to his throat, Akira stares at the victor of the fight.

‘‘What’s this?’’ Shiki asks as his blade traces down the hunter’s neck. After it lifts the silver cross, he continues remarking ‘‘So, this is on what you rely to save you? Tsk. What a waste of time.’’.

Lastly, the silver-haired hunter briefly gasps as the silver necklace is torn by his enemy’s blade.

After the ringing sound of fallen jewelry, the red-eyed man allows his katana to rest in a sheath. When he kneels closely to Akira, he grabs him by his t-shirt. However, he smirks as the hunter places his hands and grasps his holding hand.

‘‘Do you still resist even if you know you’ll die?’’ Shiki addresses his target. For now, noticing how behind these deep blue eyes, the furious flame dances entertains the nocturnal creature.

‘‘The hell with you!’’ Akira backfires through a groaning voice. Lastly, he gathers his remaining strength for his final attack.

Unfortunately, his sent kick to the side is instantly ceased by Shiki catching the leg.

While the nocturnal creature holds his shank, he comments ‘‘Good. It wouldn't be interesting if you don’t struggle.’’. However, he releases this limb after smelling the hunter’s strong scent of his blood.

Even during their battle, Shiki could sense it, but he believed maybe it was all in his mind.

That scent is too tempting that Shiki’s eyes glow even brighter, and he feels how a pair of sharp fangs touch his lips. But not now - it’s too early to taste the hunter’s blood.

Besides, if he sinks his fangs into Akira’s neck, it won’t taste as good as when he would give it by himself.

Meanwhile, Akira is in shock after the sudden revelation ‘‘It can’t be true… You are… Shiki… Are you a vampire?’’.

‘‘You only realized this now? Hmph. It doesn’t matter. You’re going with me~’’ The vampire replies to him in a nearly purring voice while ignoring his question.

Of course, such an answer is not promising, nor does not know what awaits him next concerning the hunter. That’s why he has to know what the red-eyed feline has prepared for him ‘‘Wait! What do mean?-’’.

Yet, he couldn’t finish his question when Shiki places one arm under his shoulders and another - under his thighs.

More importantly, the silver-haired hunter has to check that he won’t fall from the arrogant vampire’s arms.

In the end, he understands that no matter what he might say, his words won’t reach the nocturnal creature, who will act as he wishes.

Even when he is being lifted and carried like a wounded princess, he has to figure out how to leave this place.

But for now, after opening the door, they leave the master room.

Of course, the hunter wonders how long and where he is taken. Yet, his further thoughts are interrupted as Shiki jumps off the edge.

‘Does this fool tries to kill me?’ Or so, Akira thinks as he tightly holds into the reckless red-eyed man.

As these two are falling down, the silver-haired hunter closes his eyes.

Soon enough, the vampire safely lands as the feline while making sure that his prey is also unharmed.

For sure, that indignant look on his face is excellent proof that this human is fine. ‘‘What is it? Be grateful because I decided to take a shortcut.’’ Or so, Shiki replies.

While the crimson moonlight enlightens their path, Akira observes the new surroundings. From what he notices, he can tell that it appears to be a courtyard, separated from the outer world.

More so, unlike the top floor, it's not snowing. Another detail that catches his eye is the giant fountain in the center of this area, which is decorated with various statues of the ancient gods, and on top of it, the golden statue of the goddess that proudly raised a sword and spread wings.

Perhaps even someone like Count Il Re is chilling out near the fountain and enjoys the calming sound of streaming water.

However, the blue-eyed hunter almost gasps at how the crystal-clear water dyes in the crimson and eventually turns into blood as they pass the fountain.

Is it the dark ruler’s mercilessly slain victims and a reminder of his cruel and bloodthirsty nature and great power? Or is it the wicked magic of this castle to scare away the wanderers?

But for now, Akira knows he shouldn’t let his guard off and wait as much as needed until Shiki rests. Then, it will be a perfect chance to steal his weapon and run away.

After a while, this couple reaches the large wooden gate. Lastly, the vampire opens the door, and both enter this building.

Some time passed. After arriving at the bedroom, Shiki drops Akira on the double-sized bed and gives a brief command ‘‘Undress.’’.

Yet, the blue-eyed hunter only half lies and dumbfounded stares ‘‘Huh?’’.

‘‘Did I stutter? You’re staying here. Or do you need help with that?’’ The vampire adds as he places his knee on the bed and leans closer to Akira.

‘‘Stay away!’’ The hunter warns as he launches a fist.

However, Shiki instantly catches and grasps it while his gaze remains calm. For now, he cracks a smile ‘‘When did you grow this bold to object? Aren’t you afraid your hand will dry and fall off by hurting your owner?’’.

Meanwhile, Akira grids his teeth and uses his chance to grab the nocturnal creature’s weapon.

Surprisingly, the owner of it doesn’t mind it and even releases his hand. After with-drawing, the vampire waits for how this human will act.

Instead of pointing the blade at Shiki, it is close to the hunter’s neck ‘‘Who told you that I’ll submit to the creature of the night, who acts like nothing but a spoiled cat? I’ll rather die than bow before you!’’. Without removing his eyes from Shiki, Akira adds ‘‘It’s too bad that you thought you use me as a toy or your food. Good luck cleaning this!’’.

Just as he closes his eyes and is about to slice his throat, he cannot move the katana as it is stuck.

After the hunter opens his eyes, he is shocked to see that Shiki grasps the naked blade and retrieves it ‘‘Hmph. Are you still going to act though? Fine. I’ll see how long it takes for you to realize your place.’’.

When the dark-haired man leaves the bed and is about to leave, he turns his head ‘‘You better get rid of that coat because you are no longer a hunter.’’.

However, he is stopped by the hunter’s voice ‘‘Wait! Aren’t you concerned that if you turn your back even for a second, I’ll try to kill myself?’’.

For sure, hearing such a question makes the vampire chuckle ‘‘Hmph. Then, I’ll resurrect you as many times as I need to.’’.

And thus, the crimson-eyed man leaves the room and locks the hunter. For now, he needs to give Akira some time to cool down and allow him to realize that it’s pointless to escape.

Meanwhile, even if Akira knows that his effort will be useless, he bangs on the door and demands to be released. After receiving no answers, the poor hunter falls to his knees and punches the ground as hard as he can ‘‘Shit…’’.

However, despite his aching body and hurt pride as a hunter, he is determined to make the vampire go through the same pain and humiliation once he restores his strength.

Some time passed. Shiki finally unlocks the door and enters while carrying the first aid kit. Yet, when he notices Akira, who not only did what he was told to but also seems to fell asleep already while he is curled into a ball.

After the red-eyed man sits on the bed, he silently observes the slumbering human. Perhaps, for tonight, he would allow him to peacefully rest.