I looked with hate at the man who destroyed my life.
His picture was among my parents old things, I threw it with disgust outside the window, it fell with a dull thud.
I looked around the house, my parents house, a place I hadn't visited for 10 years, since I was 12.
I looked around the house, it brought back old memories that I wanted to forget, and I did forget with time, but being here made all those memories come back, it's funny how a good memory turns into a bad dream, me playing with my younger brother in the lounge, playing Ludo with my dad, taking piggy rides on his back, these memories, I used to love them deeply, but after what happened ten years ago, I wanted to forget them, because they will only end up hurting me, they had died, my parents, Infact they were murdered, by my own brother.
After that I lived in am orphanage, with many other guys, and at 18, I left that hell and got a stable job, a house and a normal life, while my brother, he had been sent to mental hospital for murdering my parents.
I was brought out of my past when I heard the door click open, I walked outside of the room, it was night time, a man was standing on the threshold of main door, his back was illuminated with the moonlight, and his face was not visible.
"Why did you call me here, Damien?" I said.
"That's how you greet your younger brother after all these years" His voice had gotten way deeper than it was 10 years ago, ofcourse, seeing as he was 9 years old then.
"You're no brother of mine, Dazai" I said, angered.
He took a step forward and his appearance took my breath away.
He still had silver hair and black eyes.
He had gotten buffer, with ripped arms, something I not expected, as he was extremely scrawny before, what confused me were the scars, he was supposed to be in a hospital the past ten years, he had just gotten out 2 days ago, them why did he have scars?
A scar ran down there left side of his face from his eye to jaw, the parts of the game that was visible was completely covered in scars.
His face had gotten rougher with time, his eyes had gotten deeper as if they had seen the world, something about him was... Weird, as if in these 10 years, he had lived a thousand lives and seen many things.
He smiled, a strained smile that showed it had been long since he had done that, a part of me hurt but I shut it out, I hated him for murdering my parents, our parents.
"Why call me here after all these years?" I asked.
Dazai walked inside and leaned against the wall normally.
"I know everything about you Damien, I know you work for C.B.I, and right now the biggest threat for them is A.R.Z, the thing you guys feared is happening, ARZOA has been deployed, you and I are the only people who can stop this, you know C.B.I's way of handling things, a frontal attack will be suicide, not just for us, but for billions of people"
"How do you know about them, how do you know anything? You were supposed to be in a mental hospital!"
Dazai looked at me, a deep gaze, even though I was older than him, he seemed like the dominant one, "You know nothing about me Damien, don't assume things on your own"
"Like how everyone assumed you killed mom and dad?"
The cottage grew silent, the only sound was the gentle wind swishing, Dazai spoke after a few minutes, "Again, you know nothing about me, about how I know all of this shit, you don't need to know that, you can work with me, or without me, your choice"
"What's the benefit of working with you?"
"I work with A.R.Z, or they think I do, I'm an agent, I can give you inside information"
I looked at the man infront of me, he was a stranger to me now, I knew absolutely nothing about him.