As soon as Zara left, Ratsujin laid back on his bed and took deep breaths. Pain was surging through his body like blood. His hands were shivering with pain.
The pain that he was hiding from his mom is now taking over his body.
Ratsujin tried to control his pain by taking deep breaths, but the pain had overwhelmed his body. He slowly looked down at his belly while lying on his bed.
Ratsujin used his left hand to grab the bottom of his shirt and slowly rolled it toward his chest.
After rolling up his shirt, Ratsujin locked his eyes on the stitches and spoke to himself in a desperate voice as he slammed his head onto the bed. "AARRRGGHH!! HOW MUCH MORE IS IT GOING TO HURT!!"
Ratsujin clenched onto the bed sheets. He took aggressive breaths and eagerly waited for his pain to settle for him to do anything.
Ratsujin did not move an inch from his position, as he thought the more he moved, the more he would suffer.
Five minutes later!
Ratsujin slowly and cautiously covered and rolled his shirt back. He stepped out of his bed while talking to himself in a defeated, exhausted voice and sleepy and painful eyes.
"I.. Have... to... go... to.... the... academy...."
"Otherwise.... Mom... will... find... out... about.... this...."
******
At the dining area!
Takeshi and Asta were sitting at the dining table. Asta was wearing a black suit with a white tie, and Takeshi was wearing a warm sweater over his full-sleeved shirt.
Before them, a delicious breakfast was waiting for them, but neither of them was eating anything. They were not even drinking water. Both of them were waiting for the rest of their family to join so they could have their breakfast together.
After a moment of silence, Takeshi asked his son, Asta a question. "So, is Ratsujin going to have a day off ?" He was looking into Asta's deep red eyes while asking him.
Asta responded with a formal tone, "YEP!"
"Did you do it?" Takeshi asked again, but this time. His voice was filled with more concern and curiosity.
"As a matter of fact, I did not do that, Dad. They are still alive," Asta took a brief pause before he continued. "Barely...." Asta smiled as he gave his Dad a diplomatic answer.
Asta continued to speak, but his smile was completely vanished from his face. "You do know that they deserve much more than that."
"I do, but that does not mean that you can break your promise. Remember that." Takeshi responded.
After hearing Takeshi's response, Asta closed his eyes. He took a deep breath and lay back on his chair. "KEEEK!! KEEEKK!!"
The chair had begun to move backward and forward. Asta made a normal chair into a rocking chair with his body weight.
"Fine, but do not expect Ratsujin to go by those rules. This time, he was about to lose control, but those bastards were lucky."
"But the next time, they will not have a next time or Asta to step in."
"And all of you agreed on those conditions," Asta spoke while his eyes were still closed and continued to have fun on his homemade rocking chair.
"I know that, son, but till he is ready. You have to wait." Takeshi responded to Asta.
As Takeshi finished talking, he thought to himself. Takeshi's eyes were locked on Asta as he began to talk to himself. "Not only you, but I have to wait for the day till Ratsujin is ready. Trust me, son, when that day comes, there will be no more restraint on you or on Ratsujin. The vengeance will be yours."
Suddenly, a new voice entered the room. "What are you two talking about?"
As soon as Asta heard the voice, he opened his eyes and stopped rocking on the chair. He and his Dad, Takeshi, looked to their left at the exact same time and saw Zara standing before them.
Both Asta and Takeshi responded at the same time. "Nothing, just waiting.." Even the tones they used were identical.
After hearing the father and son's response, Zara smiled at how identical their response was as she sat on the chair between Asta and Takeshi.