Warning: These Chapters will or may contain depictions of violence, strong language and adultery that may not be suitable for some readers.
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Ken slow got up on feet.
Syria and Cyan looked at him with worried eyes.
To calm them he weakly told them, "I'm fine", While clutching the back of his head.
"Are you sure?", Cyan asked his seemly injured friend.
"Yeah, I'm alright, I promise", He insisted.
Ken looked up at the checkered ceiling, which was where he fell. What he saw surprised him a little.
The once frightening Akumas were hanging dead from the large crack.
Ken pointed upwards, at the crack.
"Ho?-", Because Ken could finish asking both Syria and Cyan; Syria answered his question.
As quick as Ken up his mouth, she said, "Zen,.. he handled them".
After Ken heard the news he said, "Oh.. kay".
Ken didn't let out want he was truly feeling to his allies. He was hurt. Not hurt by the fall, but from the heart; emotionally.
He felt..
"He did a great job taking out all of them. How did he do it?", Ken asked Syria.
Syria got up from her knees and said, "He took the self defense class that.. almost everyone skipped out on.".
"Also his father was a ex mercenary. I think he got training from his as well.", She told him.
..Pathetic.
"(Too bad my father was just a accountant.)", He said to himself.
"Are alright for real. You fell from quite a height and you were bleeding from your head", Syria explained to him with a very worried expression on her face.
Ken turned his vision towards were he once was laying. He saw a splash of blood laying there.
"Bleeding?..", He asked.
"Yeah", Syria said.
Ken was confused about the situation at hand.
His past memory of flow into his present vision. When he died, but came back with all his limbs and his wounds were fully healed.
To calm the situation he said, "I.. I don't know. Maybe that ain't.. my blood".
"..Then.. just let me check if there are any injures. Can you allow me to do that?", She asked.
He rolling back and forth his shoulders and told Syria, "*Sigh*.. Sure".
The grim look on his face turned into a happy smile.
"(I guess I should have taken those classes too.)", Ken told himself.
Syria looked at the back of Ken's head. The lady shined a small flashlight at head. She pushed all his dark hair aside to expose his flesh.
She saw that there were no injures or even anything scratches.
"(That's.. usual. He would have at least have a one or two scratches, maybe five)", She said in her head.
Syria putted the small flashlight in her top pocket.
"Your alright. Surprisingly!", She told him.
"Huh?", He slowly nodded his head.
"Are for sure you're ok?", Cyan asked his friend.
"Yeah, I'm fine. How much times I have to tell you guys that?", He said.
"We should get ready", Syria said.
Her Syria say those words started to make his heart beat.
"Why? What's wrong?!", He asked with a worried tone.
"You were out cold for a long time I guess. We already sweep the place, were handing back home. There's nothing to worry about", She said.
From the shadows of the place, Kerado came in view.
"Yeah sleeping beauty. I thought your ass was dead, laying flat like that", He funnily said, while holding his two girls under his arms.
"Very funny dude", He said.
"Ah. This suit is making me all sweaty", Kerado whinnied.
Syria explained to him, "It's meant to protect us. It's not a A/C.".
"Yeah, but we still look like dumbass walking around with these things on", Kerado said.
Alisha agreed with him as well, "Yeah, I look like crap!".
"It's not for style either", Syria said.
"Ahhh, whatever", Alisha annoyingly said.
"(What assholes!)", Cyan said to himself.
From outside the engine of the vehicle roared to life.
"Looks like Zen is inside Courtesy", Syria said.
"Courtesy?", Jackson voice echoed in her ears.
Syria jumped back in fear, "Ahhh!!!".
"*Sheesh* I was only asking if the big truck is called Courtesy.", Jackson said from the darkness.
"*Huff, huff* You scared me.", She said.
Syria began to answer his question, "*Huff* Yeah it is called.. Courtesy".
"Oh.. want dumbass name", He said not minding his words.
"Hey! Me and Zen took time to think about the name when the minister gave of the license for it!", She said while blushing.
Jackson put his fingers in his ears and said, "Oh..", He walked towards the exit of the building.
"(Well they did say he was.. lose in the head).", Syria explained.
"Where's Alexia?", She wondered.
She looked around the dark place, looking for the so called Alexia.
Something cold then touched the back of Syria's neck.
With a cold and sinister voice; the girl with cyan hair asked Syria, "How did you know my name?".
Syria feeling that the girl was holding a weapon at her, answered, "Government documents", She simply answered.
The cool object was then removed from Syria's neck.
Alexia began to walk away with her hands in her pocket, "Well that stinks", She complained.
"*Sigh*.. It's seems like everyone is crazy today", Syria said worriedly.
See exited the building. Outside was Courtesy standing in front her.
She marched to the back of the vehicle. The door slide opened and a plate descended inorder for Syria to climb up.
When inside she saw everyone sitting quietly.
Despite knowing that everyone is there she asked Zen and everyone else, "Is everyone here?!".
"What do ya think?".
"What do you think?".
Both Kerado and Zen said at the same time.
"Okay", She said while walking to her seat.
The door slowly slide close behind as he approached her seat.
She definitely knew that everyone was inside. She just felt.. obligated to ask.
It was her title and job to worry about her crew of course.
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The finally reached their home. From inside the guards saw the vehicle parked outside.
Use the call system they had they tried to verified if they were safe to come in.
"0087,.. is that you?", The person on the intercom system asked.
"Yes", Syria answered.
"Are you save to come in?", The person asked.
Even though the person was talking to Syria only; everyone else could hear what the person was saying.
"*Whisper* What kind off dunce question is that?", Dauntea asked himself.
"Of course?", She said confused.
"Oh.. kay", The person slowly said.
Unknowingly sweat started to drop down Syria's face rapidly.
"(Why do I feel like somethings off?)", She wondered.
The doors inside the shelter slowly opened. Steam smoothly flow out of the entrance.
The intercom springed with life after a few seconds, "You may proceed".
"Thank you", Syria said.
"Duh..", Alisha in the back said.
Zen drove Courtesy forward; entering the confinement area.
Ken with a dark face looked down at the vehicles floor.
Cyan caught a glimpse of Ken's dark expression.
"Are you ok man?", He asked.
"..Yea-.. Actually.. no", He said truthfully.
Cyan looked at Ken directly and said, "I knew something was off".
"When you heard that Zen cleared the floor", Cyan said.
Ken ears spike after hearing Cyan say that.
"..From the first time I meet you,.. I knew that you had pride", Cyan explained.
Ken listened to Cyan's words not moving his mouth to say anything.
"When you tried to protect me from those bullies, cause they thought I was.. weird. Even though you technically got your ass handed to, hehe", Cyan said while enlightened.
"When you got thrown around like a ragdoll,.. you had the same look back then as you do right now", He said.
"Back then the only reason you tried to protect me so eagerly was because you thought I was... a girl", He said going quite.
He then broke the silence suddenly, "Haha!. The look on your face when I told I was a guy was priceless, hehe! I thought you were such an asshole".
A small smile formed on Ken's dark face hearing the this from his one and only best friend.
"You are the only friend I made.. and I'm great full", Cyan said.
"I don't really know.. how to make you feeling better, but I'm trying", Cyan pleaded.
"And you should stop..", Ken said suddenly.
"Because you already made me feel better", He said.
The dark expression on Ken's face slowly faded away.
"Huh?", Cyan wondered.
Ken put his right hand on Cyan's left shoulder and said, "Now stop worrying about me and worry about yourself, cause I'm fine".
Cyan felt like his heart was melting by his words. Suddenly his eyes felt hot and tears slowly slide out.
"Are you crying?", Ken asked.
Cyan turned his face the opposite way and said, "No..".
"Hmph", Ken smiled.
The door to inside the shelter now opened.
The unnatural light blinded the crews eyes.
"..."
[Level 92.]
Both Zen and Syria are standing in a luxurious office. White painted walls and white checkered floor and ceiling.
They both stand informally infront of a man with a black suit and tie who is seated behind a well clean dark brown desk.
He eyes the two of them predator eyes.
He burst out, "Good job!. Well for your first mission of course".
Zen bowed his head saying, "Sorry we didn't find any consumables. There was a little incidence that held up our time".
The man chucked at Zen, "Hahaha, I don't want to hear about your unlucky fortune".
"Sorry sir", Zen apologized.
"Now your our mission will be ready in three days. That's a long enough time for you and your crew to rest up, since others get one day", The man said.
"Now.. get out! I have more business to handle!!", The man exclaimed.
The duo stormed out of the office with plain expressions.
"..."
Ken was standing infront of a door. What was printed on it was self-defense class.
Ken raised his hand to knock the door. He hesitated a little bit before knocking it.
He let out a huge sigh and knocked the door.
*Knock, knock*
The door opened slowly.
Inside a tall woman with purple hair and a black skin suit outfit asked, "Hello? What do you want?", She asked with a slight small.
He wanted.. no he needed...
"I want to apply for this class. Is that possible at the moment?", He asked.
The woman put on a surprised expression on her face, "Yeah.. it's possible since almost no one is applying".
He turned to look at Ken directly, "What's your name?".
"My name?.. My name is Ken Lincoln", He answered.
"Well Ken. Come on in", She said.
"Thanks".
..To prove to himself that...
..He wasn't pathetic.