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2024-11-19 10:28:37Night, hotel xx
A grown man was smoking a cigar in his hand, he was staring into the distance with heavy breathing. Arkanza let the wind hit his tired face, today he attended a meeting organized by one of his colleagues.
A footstep he could hear clearly, a faint smile graced his handsome face. He knew clearly who it was but what he found next was something he could never have imagined.
KRASSHH!
The sound of a sharp object sticking into something was so obvious in the quiet atmosphere, him bead darted in surprise, thick liquid seeping out of the wound, a terrible grin on him face, Arkanza was still so shocked by the current situation.
"Why..." he murmured but instead of an answer he received a blurred vision.
Him cigar falling out of him hand followed by mixed feelings, Arkanza gripped tightly the hand of the person who stuck the sharp object into him stomach.
'I don't accept...'
The body fell down with a loud noise, he could still see the legs that stood tall in front of him before another set of legs approached. Afterwards he tried to see who the person was who dared to do such a heinous thing to him.
Those eyes grew wide after knowing who committed the crime against him, "Je..."
A faint murmur that would not be heard from the perpetrators, him bead circulated one last time before darkening afterwards. Tears dripped from him eyes, 'I don't accept!"
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TING!
'The hate value successfully touched the specified number, transferring the Executor's memory.'
TING!
'Memory successfully transferred, start activation in 3, 2, 1'
TING!
'Memory transfer successful, enjoy this journey!'
The bead opened, he held his head which was so painful. The scene before him was so different from his own room, simpler with only a few furnishings. The body lord's memories came rushing in, making him faint instantly.
"What is this...?" said Arkanza.
he stared at the pale palms that were so different from the exotic tan skin, he also touched him cheeks lightly.
"No scars," he muttered.
Bare feet stepping onto the tiled floor, he walked a little unsteadily towards the full-length mirror. The fingers touched the smooth surface of the mirror before him.
"You, what have you gone through to become like this...?" Arkanza murmured, as soon as he murmured that the memories of the body master filled him head.
They had the same name but the owner of this body he was in had such a bad luck, Arkanza unconsciously shed his own tears. A cold Ceo who is not easily moved, even crying over the fate of this poor man before him? How rare.
Arkanza looked down with him hands on the mirror, "Hehe, I see. Since you've let me stay e so, I'll help you take back everything of yours that they took away."
Him beady eyes looked intently at the mirror reflecting him own image, slowly but surely the corners of the lips pulled up and formed a smirk.
"Is show time." said Arkanza again.
Arkanza, the body he occupied belonged to a young man who was not considered in his family. Born to the first wife of a successful businessman, his mother died shortly after giving birth to him, leaving him neglected by his father. At the instigation of his stepmother who made him in exile, Arkanza increasingly did not get along with his father.
That is a little picture in him family environment, another story at school. Growing up without a mother made him meek and aloof. He is often an easy target for school bullies, bullied until the worst makes him severely traumatized and no longer wants to go to school.
Tokk... Knock...
"Young master..."
disana was a knock on the door and soon it opened, revealing a man who he felt was older than the master of the body walking over. Arkanza sat at the open window, seeing his master acting more and more strange made the servant run to him with a loud shout.
Arkanza's body was stunned and made a almost fall outside, he rubbed him chest which was pounding from the sound that suddenly entered him ears. But before he could protest, the man had pulled him arm and he fell out of the window. Arkanza winced slightly in pain, the servant who seemed so worried about him looked so scared. He stared at the man for a long time, him hand extended towards the head of the servant who was still babbling incessantly.
"....huhu, sir I'm really scared if you--"
Arkanza was transfixed when he saw the servant who reflexively held his own head, 'It seems that this young master's temperament is not good, the proof is that this servant has reflexes like this. I should get more information from him.' he thought.
"All, it's okay. I won't hit you." said Arkanza after holding both of the man's hands.
The name master was silent and stared at the master without flinching, for some reason the man who was younger than him felt different. If in the past the master would pour out his anger on him, then this time the master's aura felt more calm and authoritative.
Arkanza waved him hand in front of the man's face to rouse him, "Albert, what's wrong? Why are you silent?" he said and a moment later the name master seemed to come to his senses and shook his head quickly.
"N-no sir, I'm just so glad you're awake. I was so scared if you... You, huhu!"
The man who was often called All was crying hysterically, it could be seen that he was so fond of his master and it made Arkanza stunned.
'It turns out that this person who loves him so much ...' he thought.
"Wait a minute, I'll get the doctor--"
Arkanza stopped the man from doing what he said, shaking his head lightly.
"It's okay, I'm better now. You better get my clothes, I want to go home." Arkanza said softly, the servant quickly stood up and darted away towards the closet to get him replacement clothes.
"As soon as possible sir! I'll get your clothes!" he said and then began to get busy with his own activities.
Arkanza the cold Ceo who had a spicy mouth was now turning into a gentle man whose background was still gray--for Arkanza himself. However, the 30th man was certainly calmer than the 19th year old who was just enjoying his college days.
"Mister, I've brought your favorite clothes. Which one do you want to wear? This one? Or this one?" All said excitedly.
Arkanza stared at the two outfits, rubbing him temples lightly. Both clothes had too girly colors compared to what he had imagined, but to avoid suspicion he chose the middle ground.
"Uhm, just bring me my school uniform."
Continued.
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