Sato closed his eyes and placed his head on his arms on the table. The eventful day had finally come to an end. Sato was exhausted. Within a minute of placing his head down, he had fallen into a peaceful slumber.
Those that were sitting around him, purposefully lowered their volume, afraid of awaking Sato. The young man had done a lot for their orphanage. Ever since Sato started visiting, the children were more well-behaved and looked forward to seeing him again. Back then when they realised that they had no parents, their hearts were like still water, unperturbed and silent. Sato changed all of that. Within one year, they were now acting like a normal playful and happy child.
10 minutes passed and soon enough, the dining hall's door opened up silently. The man in a suit, Gray, walked in. The sisters that saw the General for the first time started to blush. Even though they were forbidded to be with a significant other, that didn't mean that they couldn't find someone attractive.
Gray had a clean shaven look, with his short but neatly styled up hair. His blue eyes sent ripples into the heart of women whenever they look at him. Yet, the man doesn't have any airs of arrogance.
Standing beside the boy who layed sprawled on the table, Gray looked at the boy intriguingly. The onlookers felt the atmosphere getting more awkward the longer they stayed behind. Hence, they swiftly left the hall and went to their room. With a smile on his face, Gray lowered his body to get a closer look at Sato's half revealed face, the other half covered by his arm.
On the left side of Sato's face showed peacefulness. The boy was completely defenseless, his eyebrows relaxed, lips free and easy, his eye shut tight. Gray looked closer to find a tiny black mole on side of his lip and there was a small, close to invisible scar on his cheek. The scar was from the ambush in the past, but had long healed over time. Sato's imperfections made him him, and that was what Gray found perfect.
Seeing how exhausted Sato was, Gray slowly moved the boy off the table and into his arms and embrace. Cradling him in his warmth, he leaned Sato's head on his broad shoulder as he princess carried him out of the orphanage. The curious Sisters watched secretly in the corner as Gray and his butlers left the house. They were all excited and squirming on the inside.
Gray made sure to walk as fast as he could into the car for he didn't want Sato to get cold any longer. He carefully placed Sato into backseat, leg first. Gray then got into the back with him and allowed Sato's head to lie on his lap like a pillow. Signalling to Potter that he should drive slower, the group left the orphanage location back home.
In the car, Gray never left his eyes off Sato. He watched the boy sleep peacefully. Occasionally, Gray would part and stroke the young man's long hair. Sato really needed a haircut, thought Gray. It was really getting too messy.
Everytime when Gray was with Sato, he would always feel at ease. All the stress that was kept in him from work, would dissipate away when he stayed near him. Sato was his natural stress reliever.
Gray's phone started to buzz in his pocket. Luckily he kept his phone in his left pocket, or else if the vibration had awoken the boy on his right, it would've made Gray rather angry.
Seeing that the caller was from an unknown number, Gray got slightly curious. The phone he was carrying right now was a military serialised phone. In normal circumstances, a civilian will not be able to call it, unless given special permission, like Butler Potter and Hank. Thus, since this person can call through, he must be of some form significance.
Gray swiped the phone and placed it by his ear. He was welcomed by an unknown person. "Hello Gray. Long time no see."
"Who is this? How did you get this number?" Gray spoke in a lower and quieter voice, afraid of awaking Sato.
"Aiya? You have already forgetten me after all these years?" The unknown caller acted shocked and unhappy to Gray's answer. "We have been through so much together. The times when we exchanged bullets and I was chased by your team through the snowy mountains for days. Don't you remember those fun times?"
"..." Gray furrowed his eyebrows when he heard the guy's story. He had figured out who he was. "Yroth, why are you calling me?"
"What do you mean by 'why'?" The guy called Yroth started to laugh evilly. "I missed you, that was why I called. What other reason is there for calling?"
"I locked you up in the highest security prison in Country H and sentenced you to lifetime imprisonment in there. If it were not for the godforsaken laws of that country, it would be a death penalty for you." This time Gray was furious. If Yroth was able to call him, that could only mean one thing. He had escaped from prison.
"Oyoyo, relax my old friend. Why is there a need to get angry? I'm calling to inform you that I was released on my own volition. Now, I'm planning a visit to Country Z for you! Are you excited?" The cynical man spoke sarcastically to Gray. As the General expected, Yroth was somehow able to escape from prison.
"Aren't you afraid I can track your location and activate military personnels from Country H to retrieve you?" Gray had started tracking on his tablet in the car the instant he figured out who he was dealing with.
"Nah! Why would I be scared?" Yroth spoke fearlessly, "Afterall, I am in a place where you will not be able to access their Military resources."
When the location of the caller was revealed in 30 seconds, the place that Yroth hinted was indeed a problem for even Gray himself. Currently, Yroth's location was in Country N. The country was currently in a civil war that had fights going on everyday. It was just like the man had said, it would certainly be impossible to get aid from them.
"Oh yeah, there is one other reason for calling you." Yroth spoke his last words before ending the call.
"I'm here to inform you that I am visiting Country Z to repay you for what you did to me years back. Your family, your closest friends and even your colleagues, they will all be in danger. Mark my words, Gray. Mark my words."