When Rami left, aside from Dark's group which is surprised with what happened, the people around didn't expect that the person who always stay low key, didn't even have guts to fight back and the one who they always look down at and is always subjected to discrimination, will have this explosion today. So, they don't know what they feel as they felt the deep fear previously.
The Rami that they saw today is totally a different person to that cute little silent boy that always stays alone and not minding anyone. They knew Rami as Rami Anderson, a scholar student of their High-Class University which only cater the people who have their own good backgrounds and is a second-generation elites, in short, the young misters and misses of their own families. At the same time, they also knew that he is from the country side which they also think as lowly.
Despite of the student's criticism towards him, Rami didn't care about them because he knew the truth. 'Cause you know, he, himself instigated this. Rami don't want to attract any attention from all of the people in this school. So, for the convenience, he beg his brothers not to expose that his their brother. Also, he erased any traces of any information about him.
He knows, all the rumors about him and any comments. But he didn't do anything to stopped them. He just doesn't care whatever they say or what's their opinion. He just wanted to be closed to his beloved even it's just in this kind of way. He even didn't care about his studies. This is also why he chooses this school.
As for the Deveraux family which he bore today, it's one of the powerful family, both locally and internationally. He didn't want the attention that a Deveraux usually can received, so when he entered this school, he changed his name into Rami Anderson. Well, he uses his mother's maiden name, and was proud of that.
After Rami reach their home, he purposely avoided the people whose home right now because he didn't want to deal with them. But unfortunately, before he goes up the stairs, a voice called him.
"Your back." A voice casually said.
Rami stayed still, not wanting to let whom the voice came from to notice his red cheek.
"What? You don't want to face me now?" The voice asked again, this time, you can say that the person is getting impatient.
Not wanting to agitate the person, Rami faced him. He was surprised to see Gray, his third eldest brother.
Gray was about to reprimand Rami but stopped when he saw Rami's cheek. Rami averted his face because of embarrassment. He was about to climbed through the stairs to escape when Gray pulled his arms. Rami struggled but Gray was obviously stronger than Rami, so he didn't succeed.
"What happened?" Gray questioned Rami while he raised his hand to gently caress Rami's red cheek. Scrutinizing it while he intensely stared at Rami's red cheek.
Rami stayed silent.
"Come on, you can tell me." Gray gently urged Rami.
"No, I don't want to talk about it." Rami finally answered while distancing his self from Gray.
"Can you just, let me go? I'm tired." Rami continued.
Gray glanced at his abandoned hand slightly them he looked at Rami. He noticed that Rami seems really tired and not on the mood so he let him go.
"Go on, take a rest. But this matter is not yet finished." Gray told Rami then he left leaving Rami who started to climbed the stairs to go to his room.
Gray went to the kitchen and command the attendant there to deliver some milkshake and a cake to Rami's room. He and their other brothers knows that food can really comforts Rami and it can livened up his mood.
After finishing his business, Gray walked towards their eldest brother's room. When he reaches their eldest brother's room, without knocking, he reaches out the door knob and push it hard making a loud bang. His face finally exposed what he feels right now.
'How dare anyone lay a hand on their brother!!' Gray thought.
In the room, he saw their eldest brother on top of the bed, only wearing a white sando and a casual jogging short while leaning into the headboard reading a book. Really handsome he might say. But he just ignored it because of the anger that he feels now.
All can say that his being overprotected. But what can he do? His super protective, he admit. Even if he didn't showed it, especially for Rami for some reason, they do. They CARE!!!
Hearing the bang, Aster looked up and saw Gray. Seeing the frowned-on Gray's face, he slightly furrowed his eyebrows questioning Gray silently.
Gray went to the bed and flop his body into it, letting his body bounce.
Not getting an answer from Gray, Aster questioned him while he drops his book into the bed. Giving his full attention to Gray.
"What's wrong with you?"
Silence filled the room.
After a while, Gray finally said something.
"Well, I saw Rami."
"And then?"
"Someone slapped him." Gray said. When he scrutinized the cheek of Rami a while ago, he saw finger prints, even if it's not noticeable. His own self is also an assassin and his good at observing.
Once Gray said the last one, the place was filled with coldness. If ever someone will come in, they will surely feel suffocated.
"What?" Astera exclaimed calmly.
Don't get him wrong, even though he appeared calm, in the inside, the flame of anger was slowly bursting.
"You heard what I've said, I don't want to repeat it again." Gray answered.
Astera stayed silent, not saying a word. But based on his face, his plotting something.
"You know what to do right?" Astera asked Gray.
"Already did it. We'll just wait."
"That's good."
Astera stood up from the bed then he walked slowly through the bedside table which contains his favorite wine. After reaching the table, he slowly lifts the wine, open it and poured some on the wine glass that was there. Once the wine glass was field, he lifts it up and take a sip. His face darkened more as he slowly sips from the glass.
"Well then, let's just wait." Aster said to Gray.
The brothers was looking forward to the information that they will receive later. Looking forward into who has the guts to harm their precious little brother.
'Let's see who has the guts to do so.' Aster thought, then he unintentionally crashed the wine glass that he was holding. When he finally realizes what he did, he picked the table napkin and slowly wipe his hand. Wiping the blood that drips from the wounds that was caused by the crashed glasses. Void of emotion, not feeling the pain from his wound. Only darkness was to be seen which is forming on his dark hazel eyes.