"Roger!" Then Hananiah glomped at him, but Roger's body didn't budge, rather he looked down on Hananiah who was crying in his arms.
"I heard about what happened. I thought I was not going to see you again. Waaahhh."
Roger patted her back. "Stop crying."
Hananiah raised her head, her eyes were red and watery, then she snuggled on Roger's chest making him knitted his brow.
"What are you doing?" Roger asked. "Let go, I need to go home."
"I don't wanna you dumbass." Hananiah tightened her embrace.
"Ah, you really are here. Hey, Ice~kun"
"Ice? Kun?" Roger facing the woman with pigtail hair.
"So we are here for an interview. We wanted to know what happened to the time you and---"
"Michelle," Hananiah warned her.
"But---"
"Shut it!"
Michelle pouted at Hananiah.
Hananiah let go of Roger, and smiled at him, wiping the tears that caressed her cheeks. "I am glad you are safe, Roger." She said at him, beaming brightly.
Roger peered down at Hananiah and then turned his back.
"You heartless---!"
"Michelle!"
Michelle puffed and pout. "Don't cry to me after. Hmph." Then she turned her back at Hananiah.
"Michelle, wait..." Hananiah exhaled and face the back of Roger. "Roger!"
Roger paused his tract and glimpsed at her.
Hananiah walked toward Roger. "There is something I want to tell you."
Roger gave her his full attention, showing he is willing to listen, but Hananiah went to his side.
"Give me your ear."
????
"Give me your ear," Hananiah repeated, her faced was already flustered.
Although confused, Roger did so but surprised with the soft thing on his cheeks. When he faced her, Hananiah smile sweetly at him.
"I love you, Roger. Bye." Then she ran away, leaving Roger in a daze.
He touched his face, still feeling the warm and soft feeling, without him noticing, an arc was formed on his lips. "Weird." He whispered.
His eyes view her blonde hair.
"She looks different. Blond hair..." Then he turned his back, walking back home...
.
He went back home, looking back at the dark alleyway, bowing his head. As a sarcastic feeling rose in his heart.
He used to be a small beggar, always being beaten black and blue in the dark alley, but no one dares to save him, rather people even thought that he deserved it.
He was called a thief, but he never took anything that not his...
Ah, wait...
He did...
But who cares, people already called him bastard or disgusting. Thief and ugly.
He entered the house, not seeing Tristan inside, making his brow furrowed.
He checked the table but there was no food. He opened the ref and saw a bunch of meat, eggs, and some vegetable.
He couldn't help but reminisce about the past. They used to have a little food at home, sometimes none at all. And when his father had money. He either bought it with his vices or gamble it.
And whenever he had no customer or lost, he will beat him black and blue, sometimes tortured him, or drowned him.
Now that he thought about it. He was actually thankful to him. If not for the constant torment he suffered he might not able to beat that Zest.
He then cut the ingredients planning to cook a dish for their dinner. It was Chicken Adobo.
The sweet smell of the food scattered in the air, making one gulped in anticipation.
His eyes went on the door sound, taking a knife. And hid under the table.
There were 2, no 3 people walking inside. He peeked at them.
"Where is that kid of yours?" Asked the man in a military suit. "He should meet with my son, they could be friends." he continued.
"There is someone under the table." spoke a kid voice.
Roger gritted his teeth and ready to attack.
"Roger?" Tristan called out.
When he heard his voice, he felt a bit calm and went out of his hiding place.
"Well, this child of yours is good. Why not make him join the special force?" the man pat hard the back of Tristan.
"Ah, your hand is too heavy commander."
"Tsk, stop calling me a commander, we are not even in the barrack."
"I am Marco, how about you? What's your name?" Marco asked him smiling while offering his hand at him.
"Roger," then he went back to the kitchen, while on his back was Marco.
"What are you going to do?" Marco asked. "Wow, you know how to cook. That is amazing," he exclaimed in excitement. "We should be friends, you will my cook and I will protect you."
"That little rascal---" the commander wanted to scold his son at this moment.
"Let ut just let the children be. We should talk about the upcoming mission." Tristan pacify.
"Tsk. Okay."
"Hey, Roger. What is your type?" asked Marco, sitting on the chair and drinking his juice.
Roger brought down the rice and dishes on the table.
"Uwah, these things look so delicious. If you were a girl I will totally date you! But you need to fall in line. After all, this handsomeness of mine is too much to handle for one girl." He said as his eyes sparkled. "Hey, Roger--- why are you looking at me like that? Hey, hey, hey."
"Shut up and just eat. I will call them out." Roger told him off.
"I also wanna come." Marco followed suit.
"Tsk. F.ck.ng annoying," Roger whispered.
"Why are cussing? Hey, Roger. Hey, hey, hey."
"Shut up!" he then moved fast forward but paused after hearing the conversation.
"It might be a mafia organization taking the child captive to be experimented on..."