"Good evening, sir. I'm here to deliver a message regarding the truckloads, Sir. They have arrived in the port safe and unscathed."
"Yes, I see. I'll pass the word to the master." Shun nods his head once more towards one of the gang's lackeys.
He turns his back against him and resumes walking to his destination with a tablet in his hand and never once look back behind him.
When he arrives, he made sure to leave half a meter distance safe between himself and the exit door before him to avoid alerting the hypersensitive sensors and have his head rolling behind him.
He presses his card by the scanner, his face aloof and his lips set on a thin line. When the doors opened before him, he was unexpectedly greeted by the immense strength of wind trying to blow and push him back inside.
He grunts and squints his eyes in half, trying to see through the strong wind as his body naturally crouches, knees bent. It wasn't just a simple passing breeze.
What the . . .
He held the tablet tightly in his hand, afraid that it will slip from his grasp and devils know where it would be brought to. He wouldn't want to re-do all the hard work his team put up to. The heavy silence and the strong influence of disastrous killing intent he long expected to sense when he came in was tarnished.
With his hand gripping the nearest wall beside him for support, he picked his ear with his pinky finger as the rowdiness almost deafened him. His blood pulses lethally inside him trying to figure out the crowd's outburst by the field.
It was chaotic and too dreadful to hear.
"Shu! Can you hear me, over?" He yells to the microphone chip beneath the neckline of his shirt and presses his earpiece further to his right ear.
[Yes, audible and clear, over!] His brother, too, was yelling and he can barely hear him over the uproar.
"What's happening?" He asks as he jogs straight towards the nearest gates, despite almost being cast away by the unknown powerful force of wind on his way and as he was reaching closer and closer to the field, the bewailing voices and murmurs start to get clearer and clearer in every step he takes.
Fuck.
Though barely possible, he managed to reach the edge of the field with his hand clasping against the fence on his side and his mouth gradually fell open and he almost drop the device in his hand.
[The young master . . . He's . . .]
[Gone mad.]
"Gone mad." He, too, muttered.
Their voices were shaking in worry.
Y-Young master!
Surprised, he immediately ducks his body and head down to the ground in alert as well as everyone from his side when a passing object swiftly flew above them with not even its shadow seen on sight, and it was a dangerous close call before they all see it land elsewhere.
That . . . that was a tree?!
"H-Have m-m-mer-cy!"
An ally behind him had his hairless head on the ground as well as the others and the sight of their built bodies shivering like abandoned mittens on the streets was peculiarly odd in many ways, but Shun couldn't blame them as he, too was refraining himself from joining them.
"Kuso!" He curses in a bass whisper, doubting whether his brother could even hear him.
After reading the wind's direction, he courageously ran by the field's sidetracks all the way around to the other side where the rest of the young master's main troops are stationed, "Hurry and summon, Taki!"
[Roger that!]
Meanwhile, in the center of the field, residing inside the eye of the disastrous orbiting catastrophe was a pair of livid and frustrated black eyes whose gaze pierces right through his shivering prey on the ground as the darkness looming behind him slowly envelops and controls him.
The unidentified lurking shadows on his back were continuously widening their range and they were alarmingly smoking as their audible high-pitched screams endlessly escapes from his body.
Its roots were slowly crawling and desperately spreading on his fleshed arms, legs, waist, and neck making the defenseless being before him concede in utter defeat with his will to protect his legacy further.
It was no human he sees, but a dangerous creature this world was not aware of.
Rather than protecting this young man before him, the heavens must have insisted him to protect himself instead, but his loyalty towards the young man knows no bounds. He'd rather stay even if it costs him a life to lose.
He'll die, but pass on with honor.
"Answer me," Hiro demands.
His thick unflawed brows were dangerously furrowed and his forehead was depressingly creased for the past days.
His parched voice like the whispers heard from one's nightmare was screaming with desperate need.
Hiro's head was clouded with questions, too swamped with unanswered questions.
"Y-Young master, I dare not tell anything bluff but the t-truth . . ." his poor opponent once again drop to his knees, clasped his hands together, and raise them above his head, "F-Forgive me s-sir!"
He was having trouble breathing with all the dust rushing everywhere he opens his eyes or breathes for air. He silently winced as his knees achingly presses more to the ground beneath him. He can't feel his shoulders, they were starting to turn numb, but even so, he gathered up his courageous spirits that were hiding somewhere within him.
"Y-Your dark black hair shines magnificently against the m-moonlight and they gleam like no other. Y-your eyes—" He stopped and held his breath upon gazing unto his master's dark and unfamiliar eyes.
They were gawking at him as if death would pounce at him at any moment from now. He gulps.
"T-They're majestic! B-Beautiful! Like ink on an imperial seal showered under the shade of the silver light bestowed by the moon g-goddess, a sophisticated imagery from t-the late d-dynasty!" He praises more.
Hiro grabs him by his neck and lifts him off from the ground, a place which he seems to be quite fond of. His eyes twitch, painted with bloodlust and fury. He was displeased, "You dare tell falsehood."
The wind naturally swept and kiss his hair as they dance in harmony above his brows and he remained unfazed albeit hearing his opponent's bewailing cries and pleads who had his arms hanging by his side, daring not to touch his master.
S-Save him! S-Someone!
The man who's twice the size of a bulk continued to shiver and tremble in his grip as if he, who is the chosen unfortunate being was given a chance to take a glimpse of how far can his worthless road of existence can go . . . and it was his dearest grief to see himself walking near the cliff.
"I-I dare not, young master! I am telling the truth, Sir! You are indeed incomparable in your black hair and black eyes!"
He tried his best to speak with his pupils dilated and diaphragm squeezed. W-Why? His words are definitely nothing but the truth. He would even swear and sell his soul to the devil if what he said was not from the voice of his genuine, yet sinful heart.
His face was turning from red to purple in a second, but before his last breath, his master miraculously drops him carelessly by the floor and he immediately catches for breath.
He then heard the devil before him sighed heavily as if he was in a serious state of a dilemma.