"You're a big boy now, Rolan. Do you still miss me?" asked Noel as he removed his hug from the teenager.
"I miss you every day. I thought you had forgotten me," Rolan replied.
Noel shook his head, his hand reaching out to gently stroke the teen's brown mane.
This kid is a good kid, it's a shame if he follows Walther's path one day, Noel thought.
"So, what did that guy teach you?" Noel asked a probing question as he glanced at Walther.
The other person looked apathetic. Rolan also glanced at Walther for a moment before looking back at Noel. "You mean, Walt Daddy? He taught me all kinds of things."
Noel frowned, surprised at what Rolan was calling Walther. "Wait, wait, you... call him daddy?"
"Why, do you want me to call you Papa too?"
Noel paused and winked.
"Back when I called you Papa, you protested. Have you forgotten?"
How would Noel know about this, he wasn't Nate. Besides, there was nothing like that in the notes Gregory had given him about Nate. Noel could only show an awkward smile without being able to say anything after hearing Rolan's innocent answer. Noel had almost forgotten his disguise as the real Nate.
"Take it easy, Walt Daddy won't teach me anything weird, not like you taught me."
"You still remember the things I taught you?"
"Of course." Rolan replied proudly.
"Examples?"
"For example, like hunting animals in the forest. Like shooting wild rabbits, pigs, if you can't get a snake then it's an option. Also seducing beautiful girls, you don't want me to be gay." Rolan's answer was straightforward and emphasized at the end.
Nate... Teaching this kid stuff like that? Noel couldn't believe it.
Walther, who had been silent, now spoke up. "I didn't expect that. For the past few years you've been avoiding and hiding from me, but now... you've come here yourself." His lips smiled crookedly. "Did you miss me?"
Noel chuckled. "In your dreams." He immediately averted his eyes from his intense gaze.
No matter what, Noel would never forgive Walther. He was no longer the young man of fifteen years ago. No longer a marionette who could be treated at will by someone who never even owned him.
Now he was Killer Rabbit. A hitman whose cruelty was ingrained. Noel will fight back.
He is Nate the Killer Rabbit.
The vibrations of the cell phone distracted Noel. He quickly checked who was calling. It was Gregory, Noel just remembered, after thirty minutes they had agreed to meet in the parking lot. Just as Noel was about to answer the call, Rolan quickly snatched the phone from his hand and moved away from Noel. The teenager switched on the speaker, then heard someone's voice clearly from the other side.
"Noel, where are you? I'm waiting for you in the car park."
"Who's Noel?" asked Rolan, glancing at the man he knew to be Nate out of the corner of his eye.
"Rolan, is that you?" The husky voice on the other side asked.
"Yes, Uncle Gregor it's me." Rolan's voice softened.
"Where's Nate?"
"I ask again, who's Noel?"
Noel gasped at the mention of his name, did Walther hear it? He must have. Was Walther getting suspicious? I don't know.
The thought ran through his head and forced Noel to take a deep breath. He glanced at Walther through the tail of his eyes. The man didn't change his expression at all. Still the same as before, apathetic.
There was no way Walther hadn't heard. Had the man completely forgotten about Noel? Or maybe Walther thought it was someone who might have the same name? Yes, there were many people with the same name on this earth.
"Uncle, you're in the parking lot, right? I'll be right there." Immediately, after saying that, Rolan ran and took Noel's cell phone with him.
"Wait!" Noel exclaimed. He stood up to chase after the teenager However, his steps were intercepted by Walther, the man grasping his right wrist tightly.
"Where are you going?" Walther asked.
Noel didn't answer, trying to remove Walther's fingers that seemed to be cuffed around his wrist, resulting in pain.
"Walther let go!" Noel demanded harshly, shooting the man a hostile glare.
"Damn, it's cold." Walther finally released Noel's wrists. Even so, his gaze was still locked on the soso who was now rubbing his wrist. "We haven't seen each other in a while, how about we have some fun tonight." Walther invited casually.
Noel snorted. "Didn't you and I meet four weeks ago? Besides, I don't have time to have fun with you. I have unfinished work."
"Spying on me, you mean?"
Noel didn't answer, he was busy catching his breath that was racing along with the pounding in his chest. It turned out that he was still a helpless toy to be played with again by someone who no longer even owned him.
"A momentary meeting won't be fun. After all, didn't I tell you to take you out for some fun tonight?" The man looked into Noel's blue eyes, but he quickly avoided the darker pair of blue eyes.
"You still mad about that time?" Walther moved slowly towards the door, locking it silently as Noel still averted his eyes from looking at Walther.
That time? Noel didn't understand where Walther was going with this, but it was definitely an affair between Walther and Nate.
"Don't put on that expression, I'm not dealing with them anymore, so you're safe." Walther picked up a bottle of champagne on the table, pouring the contents into two clear glass glasses.
Noel was getting more and more clueless, who did Walther call them?
After pouring the contents of the bottle into two glasses, Walther handed one to Noel. A little hesitant, Noel accepted the glass filled with the red drink. Meanwhile, Walther had already downed his drink.
"Drink up!"
It's just a sip, it won't make you drunk. Noel reassured himself before taking a few sips. He knew that in his previous life his tolerance for alcohol was poor. As Noel took a sip of his drink, he heard a voice whisper.
"That drink has been drugged!"
The voice clearly sounded like someone whispering, rather than an illusion.
Since when did Walther mix it?
Damn it! Noel cursed at his carelessness. his strength was taken away like fifteen years ago.
In the midst of a desperate situation, nostalgia struck. As it turned out, no matter how hard he tried to fight Walther, the man was still unrivaled. The Noel in Nate the Killer Rabbit's body was still the same seventeen-year-old Noel who had once been under Walther's shackles. As his vision blurred, Noel's fingers clenched into tight fists until all consciousness was lost. His body was lying on a king-size bed with white sheets.
Walther smiled, one hand picked up the empty glass that had been knocked over on the floor and placed it back on the table. He lifted the unconscious man's body onto the bed gently and slowly, as if he was afraid that the body would get hurt if he treated it roughly.
One of Walther's hands slowly reached out to pull back the blonde bangs that covered almost all of the beautiful closed eyes, while his other hand loosened the tie that Noel was wearing.
"You are mine, and always will be." Walther whispered seductively in Noel's ear before laying on him.
*
Silence greeted Noel when he opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was a putin-colored ceiling in an unfamiliar room. He blinked a few times to try and adjust to the bright lights. He asked himself, how long had he been unconscious? That was until he felt a pair of arms wrap tightly around his waist.
Noel turned his head towards the owner of the arm he was using as a pillow. He found a man he already knew. The man was sleeping. With only a few centimeters between their faces, Noel could feel his regular breathing. It was warm, as warm as his current and past embraces, before the man took off his Batman mask.
Noel moaned softly, his eyes rolling up to stare straight at the handsome face that wore a peaceful expression. Fifteen years had passed, but his physique still hadn't changed much. Without saying a word, Noel continued to stare. His face, his hair, fifteen years passed like yesterday. Noel should have laughed, but his darkness was clogged with the remnants of pain. His pale lips moved to carve a sad smile as his mind replayed the sorrowful memories that created wounds.
It brings back a series of memories of when he was with him. In fact, even though time had passed for so long, there were some things that never changed. If he remembered all of that, it was now a nightmare for Noel. Pain clawed at his heart about the bad memories that he would never be able to get rid of. Creating new wounds on top of the old ones that had been festering in the recesses of his heart, because his old body was long gone.
"Walther, I hate you." He expressed the feelings that roared in his chest through a whisper.
"I know." Baritone replied to Noel's statement.
It turned out that Walther wasn't sleeping, he was just pretending to be asleep so he could hear what the man in his arms had to say about him.
Surprised, Noel reflexively pushed Walther's body to the side until the hug broke. The effect of Noel's push on Walther's body did not mean much, it only made his body shift slightly. Noel then got up to run. However, the sudden movement made his head throb painfully as he was still under the influence of the anesthetic. As a result, he staggered backwards.
"Ughh, my head," Noel held his head, his vision foggy, while his whole body went limp.
"Don't move too much! The effects haven't worn off yet," Walther chimed in.
Noel gritted his teeth angrily, asking in practical terms as Walther walked over. "What do you want? Let me go!"
Walther pretended not to hear him, still staring calmly at Noel as if nothing had happened.
Feeling the atmosphere of danger start to creep in, following his instincts, Noel felt something under his jacket, a semi-automatic pistol. Noel pushed his jacket aside so as not to impede his movements, placed his hand on the butt of his pistol and pointed it directly at Walther.
It turned out that while he was unconscious Walther hadn't taken the gun from him, or maybe Walther didn't know Noel had a gun.
"Don't come any closer!" Noel threatened. He refrained from shooting Walther, or maybe he just couldn't bring himself to shoot him.
Walther didn't respond to the bark. He could see Noel's anger and fearful expression overlapping. The man continued to step closer, waiting to see what Noel would do next. Meanwhile, Noel continued to inch backwards, until he didn't realize his back was against the wall. Walther smiled and gave him a glare.
Then, the smile on the man's face disappeared in a second. Walther saw through the reflection of the window glass a red laser beam from a long-range rifle aimed right at Noel. Then a deafening shot rang out.
The loud noise of the bullets and the shattering of the window froze Noel in place. In the moment before the hot lead perforated his head, Walther moved quickly.
Noel was momentarily dazed, but he could still feel the embrace of someone. Bringing his body far along to unfold on the floor. Noel hurriedly regained consciousness, knowing that he was already on top of Walther's body.
Walther quickly stepped aside. "You let your guard down," he said, a worried tone in his voice.
The flow of events outside the mountain was rapid. Not far from where they were, a gunshot was heard followed by someone screaming.
Walther took a cautious step towards the source of the sound while carrying Noel's gun While Noel who saw this situation immediately took the initiative to go in the opposite direction, or rather escape from Walther. Anywhere as long as he wasn't near him Noel seemed to forget that his gun was being borrowed by the man. In this precarious situation, Noel regretted his decision to spy on his target alone.
Noel thought back to Gregory, the man must have been worried about him by now.
"Gregory, I need to find him."
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