Cale's Kitties!

Chapter 5

The brown cub's face darkened at his thoughts, giving off "I'm angy" energy and low kitty growls. Ray cutely sneezed to his side, away from the little Cale before using his paw to rub his nose.

'Is someone talking about me?'

Ray shook his head before licking his paw.

'Eh, probably my imagination.'

Ray decided to be ignorant of it.

To everyone in the room, Leo looked like he's so angry at Ciel for suddenly looking like a sickly and bloody mess, but the brown cub was actually angry at Ray.

Both Cale and Beacrox assumed that Leo is such a caring sibling for him to be so angry at the sight of Ciel. 

The little red-haired boy pouted hard at the black cub.

"Hmph..."

Cale's eyes became teary. The cubs became alerted at the sight.

"What's going on... Ron brought you here safely... but when take my eyes off of you... you suddenly started to bleed again..."

A tear fell from the boy's auburn eyes, soon more came falling down. The three cubs started to panic at the crying Cale.

"M-mreow!"
"M-meow!"

Leo and Ray started to rub their faces onto Cale's cheeks, also adding comforting licks and pawing. While Ciel is frozen stiff, feeling immensely guilty now.

'So this is why Jung Soo and Team Leader kept scolding me when I use Record.'

Kim Rok Soo, now Ciel, always wondered why Jung Soo and Soo Hyuk kept telling him to stop using Record. He only wanted to Record precious moments and memories... He Recorded everyone in Team 1 because he felt the need to do so, it felt right to do it. He felt like... he has to do it. 

Of course, Jung Soo and Soo Hyuk are no exception.

Rok Soo Recorded the two men when the opportunity presented itself in many ways. 

Jung Soo's cheekiness.

Soo Hyuk's brotherly head pats.

Jung Soo's childish smile.

Soo Hyuk's americano.

Jung Soo's white miru.

Soo Hyuk's sword.

Jung Soo's sword art.

Soo Hyuk's smirk.

Jung Soo's dream.

Soo Hyuk's dream.

...Their birthdays.

...Their presence.

Their... life... being taken away.

...

...His...

Hyungs...

Dead.

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