the place was quiet, some people silently walk.
the place was a sewer, yet their clothes look fancy.
it was as if they accidentally pick the wrong theme for the background.
all their face was covered with the same emotion; boredom. some aren't even expressing anything, eyes so dull yet knowing.
as if one glance from those eyes can make you freeze, paralyzed by fear. those eyes swirl with darkness clashing with void and wanting– yearning for someone, or something to stop them from pain.
a pain for knowing all too well, a pain for experiencing something that they–themself think they shouldn't even experience.
all of them stop, one step in front with their hands reaching out to a silver door with many locks.
BAM!
the body aimlessly fall, hands not even breathing near the handle before they got shot in the head.
it was a terrifying experience, yet at least for a normal human being.
yet– they just stare and stare.
"tsk. about time you do that, that guy kept pretending and keep smirking when he thinks we are not looking!" one complains from the group.
said one has greyish-brown hair with yellow highlights.
the one who shoots the double jumps down from a pipe, which was not even there until you double-check.
"We can't shoot randomly in public, the audience exists" he replies.
he smoothed his suit before walking up, joining the group
"Who is it?" he asks
"the guy was working with that assassin, the one with a red dress and pretending to be a fan of ■■■?" a girl with blonde short hair answered calmly, she was fidgeting her long sleeve.
"yeah, I remember.. does he have power?" he stares at the body
"No, I think someone put it on them. because if they have the power we will feel a flash of emotion" a guy with split hair answer him. he was the tallest in the group. his gaze was on the dead body
"It was kinda obvious! he keeps smirking! that's soo unlike you! And like, he always does that thing that assassins do!" the yellow highlights say.
"the 3 tappings?" the guy in the suit asks
"no the bent finger unconsciously" the blonde girl replied
"welp anyway, we don't need to report this to the boss right?"
"no...I think not" The split-haired guy was noticeably walking to the dead body, touching it with his cold hands.
he closes his eyes, manipulating his emotion.
the body turns into blocks, they drop and stumble to the sewer water leaving a blood trail.
"ugh...I hate when you do that"
"don't care"
***
"argh!" kaeru groan loudly, her body slumping into the cafeteria table with Karl in front of her, chewing his food
"why do I have to be Daisuke errand girl!!" she continues
"Well not technically, you know him. lazy yet stupidly...and scarily smart" Karl leans his elbow on the table, the food is already gone and his nails tap on the table.
"and the boss asks you to be his errand boy"
"well– cant boss just ask someone from the pillars?! why does it have to be me!"
"because you already experience fighting him probably" Karl simply say, as if it was the most obvious thing
"well yeah– but I'm not even in the pillar division! arent they suppose to deal with stuff better than us?" she half shouted the last part, picking up a carrot with her fork and eating it, occasionally playing with her food.
"and aren't that ito boy on a mission? why would dai-shit-ke need me anyway? like if you are trying to monitor slash studying someone don't they need the person to at least– have the time?"
"special division has always been given burst potential that sadly other division is lazy to do because of how long it took sometimes!"
"special division is our backbones honestly speaking"
"The fact that Daisuke is giving me a task, that said task is 'train with ito-chan' LIKE HE IS ON A POTENTIAL BURST MISSION! All activities he will do is mission–report–sleep with occasional breaks and eats! Don't get me started on how paranoid the boss is!"
"he always takes potential bursts seriously most of them die! it's a waste of time! and even if they survive they'll become a lowly gunman it's useless!"
"ok that was out of pocket you don't know what the boss experienced and that's NO WAY to talk to your superior!" Karl stands up mad
"that's ok if boss paranoia! you never know that white crow may be on their tails! next thing we knew that we miss a potential burst that was now in the hand of the enemy–you will never know what will happen to them!"
"kaeru, we have little knowledge of the white crows.. the same as the black circus. our organization is the first to acknowledge–no notice their wrongness." kaeru bite her lips in shame
"force burst, manipulating the government, heck– we don't even know what their motive is!" Karl screams the whole cafeteria is silent and kaeru hates that feeling. of being watched, judged, and told lowly in front of everyone.
"But.. what we know is that the boss has...strong desire to take them to defeat. and that's enough reason to say yes to every command given by him"
***
it was silent. uncomfortably silent.
the gunman said their body was shaken just by the pure presence of her,
a woman was sitting. the face was covered by the shadows of the curtains.
her expression wasn't even visible, there is no sign of habits too.
her present is, one might say; fearful, dominant, and dangerous.
the only sounds that were heard by said woman–and of course the gunman–was the tapping of her finger on the wooden table.
she slides the paper back on the table ever yet so slowly and softly, yet that simple act makes the gunman's whole body flinch.
"so, are you a spy?" the woman's voice lingers in the gunman's ears.
the gunman's body is filled with fear–loyalty fading away–his body unintentionally nods.
"tsk," the gunman's body shuddered–is it pain? fear?–a simple 'tsk' can make one so vulnabuar.
click clack click clack
the door opened after the following sounds of footsteps, stood there opening the door with a mumble 'excuse' is a man with brown, with a tint of yellow on his bangs.
he has soft-colored skin with brown eyes, and his presence felt, much. his emotion feels like it's spilling yet it's not, like his body cant contains the emotion within him, he needs another deep cut in his soul to stop the spills.
the boy bows, hands on his heart with eyes clothed. the movement was smooth and looked like it was well practice.
a smile was on his lips as he stand up straight again.
"Lord, may I, your humble servant clean those trash," he said ever so politely. the woman just nods, her face still isn't visible.
the gunman shriek, and screams as his knee gives up to him as the boy approaches closer– and closer hands raise to touch the man's head.
'no! No no no! I don't even know what power he holds! no no!' the gunman's mind shouts.
"p-p-please!!" the boy's hands touch his head, he closes his eyes preparing an impact of emotion surging through his body but no– nothing happens.
"kidding!" the boy says playfully with a grin
"h-huh?"
"you're a great asset! and hostage too! it will be a shame to not get any information about the one who sent you here! we will just keep you in the dungeon and torture the information outta ya!"
the boy turns around to the woman
"lord miss can I have permission to take over the task 'Look over Yuuko Ito?" the woman look hesitated for a bit.
"no. your one of our greatest assets. I won't let you take over a useless mission"
"aw man....why do you always say that!"
"you don't need to know" The woman spun her chair facing a picture that was visibly hanging on the wall
it was a picture of a man, yet his face was covered with a hole that no one knows who made it.
the only visible thing is his long brown hair tied up in a ponytail, his neck, and his clothes
"Take him to the dungeon let one of them torture him"
"yes ma'am!!" the boy glance at the gunman. his playfulness is gone away yet only visible to him.
'I already know. why im so-called 'great asset' Isabella-san'