Kale's POV
The entire drive back to my home was beyond me as I could barely focus on anything. I still couldn't see little angel so I was dying of worry but the stupid voice in my head seemed to have other priorities.
[Brat, I demand you tell me where the meat is!] The voice once again yelled in my head and I grit my teeth. I can't believe my luck, running mad right after discovering little angel is totally missing. Didn't realize I like little angel this much.
[Hey brat! You can't keep ignoring me you know] the voice rang, its statement annoyingly true and I couldn't help but roll my eyes.
"Hey Qadar, something's wrong with my head so I'm gonna go try sort it out!" I called out to Qadar as we both stepped into my home once more. The guy was still quiet as we entered the house, probably thinking about princeps. What a shame.
Lewis and the guys all stood up to welcome us home but I didn't respond to them simply waving my hand as I headed straight to my room to deal with the troublesome voice in my head. "Uh, okay" I heard Jerry stutter as I shut the door to my room before they all turned to Qadar to swarm him with questions.
I walked to my wardrobe pulling it open and walking inside. This might be surprising to you, but my wardrobe occupies the most space in the entire apartment. Well it could be called a closet at this point but I'll stick to the traditional term.
As I was saying, I pushed back a bunch of outfits and walked into the wardrobe. A low recliner and a chaise longue stood at opposite ends of the average sized space with a table having multiple drawers in the middle. The room was dark despite being painted bright yellow due to the small size of the window which was the only source of light and air. The room was the only room I had invested a bit of money in. My comfort zone.
I settled down on the chaise longue laying on my back with my hands folded in front of me.
'hey voice!' I called in my mind feeling another wave of annoyance as I was reminded of another problem of mime. The constantly ranting annoying voice in my head huffed at me in response. [Hey brat!] It sounded mirroring my tone and it almost sounded like me save for the extra annoying pa. Tch, what a rude bastard.
[Not as rude as you bitch] it sounded in my head and I rolled my eyes, 'now you can hear my thoughts, typical'. The voice made a sound at that and I swear I could almost visualize it rooling it's eyes. [Not such a big deal if they're my thoughts] it spoke. It's thoughts? Why would it call my thoughts it's thoughts? My eyes snapped open, mind racing as I sat up my folded arms loosening as a certain realization hit me.
'so my thoughts, are your thoughts apparently' I repeated questioningly wanting to confirm my thought.
[that's what I said] it sounded very annoyed. I clicked my tongue, the nerve of the bastard. I was the one who should've been annoyed at that point. 'so what the fuck are you? Some mental parasite?' I asked finally bringing up my conjecture. When you think about it, if it was really a mind parasite that I got infected with from some stupid inexplicable occurrence, wouldn't that be so cool? I mean I'd be like spiderman but a thousand percent better!
[No you're not fucking spiderman 2.O bitch, I'm not a parasite] the voice sounded again instantly dampening my excitement and filling me with bitterness, of course I'm not.
'So what the fuck are you, fucking parasite?!' I asked again gritting my teeth to withhold my annoyance. The voice scoffed and once again, I swear I could see it roll it's eyes before speaking,
[I'm you] it said, it's smirk obvious from its tone. Me....
I sighed feeling a sudden sense of helplessness, 'for crying out- fucking bastard, how does that explain anything?!' I yelled at it in exasperation and the voice huffed seemingly exasperated as well. [Of course you wouldn't understand. Where did all my intelligence go after my death] the voice sounded, its words greatly alarming me.
"What? Death? Are you telling me I've fucking died before?!!" I yelled my hands up flying to cover mouth in shock. What's that supposed to mean?! Am I some sort of existential mistake?!!!
[oh shut it, I was never great with words so I guess I'll just show you] the voice said confusing me all the more. 'show me? What are you-' I couldn't complete my thought as a huge wave of drowsiness engulfed me and I felt my mind shut down unable to think or process anything. My eyes, feeling very heavy, drooped slowly as my arms fell to the side my body falling backwards.
Oh fuck
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Third Person POV
Qadar watched as Kale walked into his room briskly without stopping. He'd heard what the kid said but he made zero sense so Qadar simply ignored him opting to turn to his men who had been swarming him with questions since they had arrived.
"Boss, what's wrong with the kid this time?" Milo asked pushing Jerry out of the way to stand in front of Qadar who simply shrugged as he took off his jacket, "yeah he mentioned something about his head" Noah, the second tallest among the six after Milo, chimed. Qadar sighed, "what ever drives that kid is beyond me. For all I know, something's been wrong with his head since the moment I met him" he answered as he threw his jacket over the dusty couch before settling down in it.
"So what's up? Any information on the dagger?" He asked letting out a breath as he closed his eyes. Lewis and the others exchanged gazes before Lewis stepped forward to answer him.
"Yes, we discovered something surprising sir. The dagger, an out of date brand previously used in the underworld an era ago, had a crest carved in the wooden handle. Turns out the crest's affiliation is the Rodriguez" Lewis informed turning a page in the document he held in his hand before closing the file and handing it over to Qadar who received it eyes closed.
"The Rodriguez?" Qadar questioned raising a brow as he sat straight opening his eyes to go through the document. "Yes. Apparently, it's an up and coming family in the underworld that began gaining exposure as at October tenth" Lewis explained, his eyes as well as those of all the others in the room monitoring their boss closely to note his expression. Qadar, noticing their intense gaze on him and deciding to ignore them, nodded opening the file.
"So exactly a month ago" Qadar muttered. Lewis nodded and Qadar huffed turning another page, "why weren't we informed then?" He asked his muscles beginning to tense as he pursed his lips.
"The head of the new Mafia family is someone with strong connections and even more someone you were once acquainted with." Lewis answered and Qadar nodded in response urging him to go on. He didn't like where his report seemed to be going but he could only steel himself and hear what he had to.
"Information was therefore with held from our Navarone family to prevent you from finding out. We were able to get a photo of the family head in the course of our investigation. It's on the last page" Lewis continued and Qadar nodded turning to the last page. The room was filled with tension as all of Qadar's subordinates froze watching him with careful eyes, causing him to rolled his eyes.
'The jackass better not be some fucking-' Qadar's thoughts were cut short as he came face to face with a familiar pair of heterochromatic eyes and his jaw clenched, a vein popping in his forehead.
"Oh for fuck's sake" he muttered through grit teeth.