'Broken Image' ♡ (MXM) ♡

- return the favor -

He stood up, walking into the lockers and called out for the man. The man's papers were in his hand as he walked past his officers who nodded respectfully while dressing. He spotted the man when nearing the end of the lockers, turning in his heels, he called his name once again.

Jayce Keel, he was an average height with dull ginger hair, shaved underneath and a neat smile on his freckled face. He looked clean, proper almost as if he was ready for anything. He was ready when Milo called for him. Jayce stopped talking, facing Milo and his eyes narrowed for any command.

"Yes sir?" He stated, nodding to Milo.

Milo felt himself smile, seeing someone promising. "Are you up for becoming the third in command?"

The words made his eyes wide, he earned some 'whoops' and 'awes' along the walls. His lips turned up and his eyes shined. Seeing the attention on him, he nodded, straightening his back and focusing on Milo only. "It would be an honor sir!"

"Good," Milo replied. "You have a meeting with me tomorrow morning. I hope to see you ready, bright and early officer Jayce."

"Yes sir!" His voice was right and proud, a light smirk on his freckled face as he watched the blonde officer leave the room. His thoughts were anywhere but there.

~Cleoi, Oxzy's apartment~
The man stumbled down onto the end of a ramp that led to his small living room. He slipped, catching himself on the railing, he turned down the steps and quietly traveled to his window.

He made it there quietly, no one saw him so he was safe. He opened the unlocked window and tumbled inside. His feet caught himself, catching onto his couch that laid in front of the open window.

Oxzy was now inside, limping his way to his room, he turned the light on to see his way to the twin bed that was in the middle of the small room. The fluffy cat with a pink collar was slumbering silently on the gray covers. Her ear twitched when she caught the scent of her master.

Oxzy felt his lips curl up when seeing his cat stretch and wake up, she sat down, leaning her head to rub Oxzy's finger that was in front of her. He rubbed under her neck, kissing the soft kitty on the head with a small smile.

No matter how much he wanted to plop onto his bed and sleep for a few years, Oxzy knew better than to do so. If he went to his bed, he would fall asleep before cleaning himself up. Then he would regret it in the morning. So as slowly as he could, Oxzy traveled to the bathroom that was connected to his room and began to undress.

Blood and rips in his skin ran all over his body. Most were old, a few were new. The hero ignored the marks that held memories he wanted to forget and turned on the shower.

After finishing, it took him almost half an hour to get ready for bed. He had bandaged his new sores and cuts so they wouldn't be infected before feeding Kamari, and fixing up her cage as she had begun to rip her bedding once again. That made the hero smirk, shaking his head, he filled her bowl with pebbles and dried fruit.

The sound caused the snoozing kitten to crawl forward, she put her head in the cage, beginning to smell and noble at the rodent's food. Oxzy noticed her and giggled when he noticed that Kamari let her do so. The fluffy rat let the cat sniff at her food, the owner lifted the cat from her belly up and away from the cage.

He dropped her next to his bedside desk where she had her own food and water bowl in its own cabinet. The cat ate her own food, letting Oxzy go back to Kamari, he closed the cage, keeping it unlocked so the rat could leave when it wanted.

He knew that if Kamari was "trapped" in there, it would bore her which results in the teared bedding. He trusted Cirilla May not to attack or hurt the creature as she never showed any signs of aggression to any living things. What he didn't exactly trust was Kamari on her bed.

So as long as he was here, sleeping on his mattress, the rat wouldn't go on there. So he began to let her out every night for her to fair with Cirilla.

Finally dropping onto his bed that was a mess from the cat's lazy sleeping, Oxzy let his whole body and mind rest. His body rested quickly, his arms lay beside him limp, mind traveling as he took in the silence around him.

Waiting...

Waiting for what? What did he want at this moment?

He grumbled to himself, just wanting to sleep at this moment. That's what he wants, that's what he needs. But of course, it does not come when he needs it. The hero wanted a break, break from the outside, from the memories of trauma this town had given him without a care.

Thanks to his growing anger and grief, Oxzy had subconsciously thought back to his mother. His beautiful mother was God's gift to this cursed place he grew up in. The only good thing out of everything from this town was his mother, Genna was everything he wanted to be.

Kind, loving, faithful, pure, and most of all, honest.

Genna had believed her son was all of it. Only he wasn't honest at all. He hid his real thoughts, his true feelings. The villain would laugh at him, call him words that his mocking tone carried each time he opened his mouth.

Thinking of the villain, Oxzy growled under his breath when the man invaded his thoughts. Pierce always found some way to travel within his mind at unwelcomed times. The worst part was that Oxzy didn't know how to stop thinking about him.

Even if Oxzy hated and despised the man with spiky red hair and colored, inked arms and neck, he always had Pierce on his mind. It was something Oxzy was very cautious about. He had to remember that Pierce existed at all times. The evil man could start anything at any time like he did today.

Out of nowhere, Pierce started a fire and burned people. For what reason?

Boredom? Probably.

No matter how much Oxzy tried to believe that Pierce had more deep thoughts into his actions, he doesn't even believe himself.

The villain was so unpredictable. And above all, crazy in every sense of his dirty mind.

Oxzy felt his sore body flinch. Thinking back to their fight, the crude comments the man had made during their tussle made his flush. Pierce found the worst things to say at the most unbelievable times. It completely threw Oxzy off guard every time.

Even now, away from the fight, he couldn't help but think back to that moment. To those words and that stupid smile Pierce gave him.

His body began to grow hot, something began to hurt below him.

Oxzy's eyes shot open at his reaction from his body. Sitting up straight and fast, he welcomed the aches and shouts from his body.

Stop it! He cursed himself, looking at his pants, he couldn't believe he reacted this way. He immediately pulled his forearm close to himself, using his hand to scratch and tear at his skin, it shot pain through him which is what he wanted.

Pain.

Pain to ignore his body's disgusting reaction. Not only was he growing hot from the thought of a man treating him in a way, but that man was the VILLAIN. The main cause of his depressing life. It was unspeakable, Oxzy knew the gods or anyone would shun in disgust at his body's lewd reaction.

Even with the pain, Oxzy still felt stiff. He decided to chock it up to being pent up and alone for years. He hadn't had a partner or slept with anyone for ages. Thanks to that, he grew sensitive to slight thoughts. It wasn't an excuse, but the hero refused to release himself in shame.

No way would he think of the villain in any way and go along with it.

Pierce was the insane one, not him.

A/N:
Oxzy??? 😳😳