"You don't need to know." Qantas paused and answered him in a rather straightforward way while putting on his glasses again, then looked back at Zyair. His violet eyes are clear and beautiful. But when those beautiful eyes were focused on Zyair, it certainly deepened, which made Zyair feel nervous to the extreme. He wanted to ask if Qantas was angry at him, when he heard Qantas speak first.
"Promise me you'll play the game even without me." Qantas voice is soft and gentle. It seems like a whisper, a lullaby soothing Zyair's boiling blood and making it flow through his veins smooth and easy once again.
Because Zyair was afraid that he would anger this person, and Qantas voice had already calmed him down, his voice was weak and sounded like quail. "...but I only played that game..." Because of you, ah! Zyair did not complete his sentence. He knew Qantas would definitely get angry at him if he didn't do as he told. And he couldn't afford to anger this old father!
Zyair was confused. He didn't not know what this punk was about. This punk strictly supervised him through and through, but when it came to Zyair asking a little about where he was going, it was not allowed! Zyair felt wronged and angry. Especially, thinking about that broken game makes Zyair's blood boil even more!
However, in the face of Qantas' silent treatment, Zyair knew he was the one who was going to suffer. So although he is not satisfied and didn't like that game very much, no, he hated that game so much! Zyair always wanted to meet the company and the game developer that created that bloody game and beat them to death.
But Zyair failed to get any details from Qantas. And he failed even more, when he tried to investigate it before. Zyair was serious, alright. But since he failed, he just dropped the subject and tried to curse those bloody people to heaven every time Qantas dragged him to play it.
With firm eyes, Qantas stared at Zyair looking like a parent who was reprimanding his rebellious child.
"Promise me."
However, Zyair was still stubborn. He tried to widen his eyes and stared straight at Qantas, trying to act pitifully. He really didn't want to play that f*cking game! His amber eyes sparkled like gems, looking beautiful. Zyair blinked and whined like a puppy who did wrong but still wanted to get away with it by acting cute to his owner.
If it was any other time, Qantas might have surrendered and compromised. But this time, faced with this cute puppy look, Qantas had to steal his heart and resolutely put an indifferent face and said "No."
Knowing his cute look failed, Zyair immediately glared at Qantas and shouted "Why?!"
"You know how much I hated that game. I endure 'cause you're bloody playing with it!"
"I know. But I insist that you continue playing it." Qantas unknowingly raised his voice, his brows wrinkled into a deep frown. His all year round cold, indifferent face finally cracked– he was really desperate. But when he realized it he softened his voice and erased the frown in his face. "This is the last time, okay. I won't force you again. Promise me, Zyair."
Zyair was shocked at first, but when he heard Qantas softening his voice, somehow, his courage rose and tried to speak out more. "Then, you should forget about that, that thing you're supposed to do and play that game with me."
This time for sure, Zyair thought Qantas was going to agree with him, to his disappointment.
"Zyair. Promise me."
Zyair wanted to explode right there and then. But somehow he restrained himself. He couldn't understand why. However, under Qantas' soft and gentle voice, even if Zyair didn't want to, he had to swallow his complaints. Zyair could hear a light fluctuation from his voice. It's like his old father is feeling a sense of urgency and anxiety, but it was very mild and Zyair can't confirm it from his tone alone. And this made him feel slightly apprehensive.
So, cautiously, Zyair peaked at Qantas finding a hint from his expression, but found nothing. Instead, Qantas was the one able to read something from Zyair's alert and nervous expression. Taking advantage of this, Qantas gently coaxes his little ancestor until Zyair can't have any rebuttal anymore.
"Fine!" Zyair snorted. Feeling dejected, Zyair buried his face down his arms and pretended to sleep back on his desk again.
Sighing, Qantas looked down at Zyair. His violet eyes were dark and deep, like the night. His expressions were also cold and indifferent, coupled with his noble aesthetics and temperament, seemingly like a prince that ruled a cold winter wonderland.
People always felt Qantas is mysterious. Compared to Zyair, whose thoughts always show on his face; Qantas was purely like a mysterious entity in the entire school. Except for Zyair, Qantas will regard everyone as a stone blocking his way. He will not bother acting pretentious and smile at them either. Qantas is the kind where he will directly ignore everyone else, except for one person, that is.
Zyair never has a problem with it though, he even enjoys it. This person is perfect. He is the most perfect 'being' Zyair has ever seen. Knowing this perfect being only has eyes on himself, filled Zyair with endless satisfaction and deep obsession.
More so, who didn't know Zyair like this person so much for a long time. They all knew that Qantas and Zyair were childhood lovers. Only Zyair knew that it was not a childhood love but he was Qantas' child bride. And he was the only one who knew that this person doesn't age; at least for the past ten years.
Zyair never thought about it before. What normal people think is weird and abnormal, for Zyair it was normal and ordinary.
When Zyair was six years old, he was abandoned. Zyair was born in a poverty-stricken family living under the bridge. They were happy at first knowing they gave birth to a boy. It means they have another slave worker to get money from. Never would they have thought that this seemingly healthy looking baby was sick from the very start. It was only when they started pushing Zyair to work at the age of five did they come to know of his illness. After struggling for a year, they finally decided to throw Zyair somewhere to die.
Even at such a young age, Zyair already understands much. He knew he was abandoned. He was not sad nor depressed, he was just angry. He doesn't have any sentimental thoughts for those blood relatives of his. From the day he started to understand many things, Zyair knew he was very detached to this world. It's like he doesn't belong here in the first place. Zyair did not understand what it meant to have this kind of feeling, so he just buried it deep and forgot about it.
Until he met Qantas that night, did he understand why he thinks he doesn't belong to this world. It's because he belongs to a world where Qantas came from. No, he belongs to this man.
Drenched with unknown stinky and murky liquid he got from digging the trash for food, Zyair looked up feeling cold and painful. He clutches his chest while looking at the newcomer that was slowly walking towards him.
With his blurry eyes and faint consciousness, Zyair saw expensive leather shoes in front of him and lifted his head. Focusing his gaze hard, he saw a cold and indifferent handsome man with violet eyes that hid behind his gold rimmed glasses. His midnight colored hair was neatly styled, making him look more strict and disciplined. Adding his exquisite three piece suit that looks very expensive and inconspicuous within the dumpster site, the man looks just like a noble man.
Then he heard the man speak to himself, "...look at you." His voice was cold, but it sounded gentle and soft. Zyair liked his voice very much. "This is what you get from running away. You didn't even get to have a decent body or family to live with."
Zyair listened and somehow felt confused. Although he was smart, Zyair knew only little words. No one taught him. His parents, except for teaching him how to count the money he earns begging in the street, only taught him words he needed to gain sympathy from others. That's why, even if he heard this man's words, he doesn't understand them. But Zyair knew the man was feeling distressed. It's not pity or sympathy. The man was feeling sad and hurt for him. But Zyair doesn't know why. And he didn't bother to know either.
But that man's voice is really good. Zyair closed his eyes and fell deep asleep before he knew it. His body fell down, however before his body touched the dirty ground, Qantas already picked up little Zyair in his arms and tightly embraced him.
"...I finally found you. Little rascal who dares escape from my gasps."