vengeance

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄.

marked place.
chapter thirty three -

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CRASHING WAVES of emotions that had left you. Everything seems to be blue inside that little world of yours. Hues that could make you fall asleep in peace, you had nothing to worry about anything. Like the light blue sky you saw during that summer day, it's appearing right infront of you. Important figures that made you stronger staying right beside your heart- you don't think you'll get yourself lost again.

Three days after Christmas, the fight between The Black Dragons and Toman that you were involved in, soon settles down. Your wounds and bruises slowly recovering back to its original health. Your cheeks were patched up with a bandaid, your knuckles too. Hideo was concerned after seeing your state, he had to keep an eye on you time to time- not letting you go out until you've at least recovered, just so you wouldn't do anything stupid but you didn't mind, it's not like you have any plans on fighting anyone at the moment.

Both you and Yuzuha chatted during the days being trapped inside of your house. Yuzuha would chat you almost every time- telling you how you had been, reminding you to eat, and to take a rest. Whenever that happens, you couldn't help but giggle with your interactions even though it might be just a few minutes.

Walking out from your room, the silence your own home had given to you. A soft breeze enters its way- blowing the curtains gently as it danced in the air before it came into a rest. Infront of the living room was a painting, it caught your eye. You never saw this painting, yesterday the room was empty- nothing but sofas and pillows that designed the room. Even so, you couldn't help but stare right at it, subconsciously making your way towards it. A painting of a flower, colored in the tint of blues, a petal falling down departing itself from the others- it felt sad. You didn't know how long you've been staring into it, you got immersed by its beauty.

"Pretty, right?" A voice snaps you back from reality. Your heart pulsed fast as you flinched from the voice, "Oh my god. You scared me," As if your soul was floating away- you even had to take a hold of a nearby cushion to balance yourself up.

Hideo chuckles making his way beside you, "Sorry. I just saw you standing infront of the painting."

"That doesn't mean you have to sneak your way beside me!" You nagged, eyes furrowed whilst looking at your sibling who gave nothing but another laugh as a response. Even so, the sides of your lips curves up. The interaction you had with your sibling, even if it's just small, you still cherished it deep inside. It makes you happy that they were still with you.

Soon the small laughter turns into solitude, the peace between the both of you- immersing yourselves at the canvas. You took a quick glance at Hideo, his face looks at ease staring into the art.

"Hideo, you didn't told me you have a thing for art." You started, turning your head back at the canvas. Fingers tapping in an unknown rhythm as another wind passes by.

The man beside you grins. That moment when he saw you lose oneself in, your eyes holding emotions that he couldn't even describe- he thought, maybe something happened to you for being that lost in the colors of the art.

"Yeah," Hideo replies. "Cause I don't." You swiftly glanced at him, blinking at his unexpected response, if he doesn't have a thing for art then why does he look so peaceful staring into it?