True to his words, Orion could be seen starting to lose his cool, especially now that the students blatantly disrespect him with name-calling. It only fueled the blazing fire caused by the humiliation he gets after the series of failures in his attempt on their target. "Sensei?" Once again, Jitsuo called him. "What is it?" He aggravatedly replied, finally pausing the aggressive tapping on his mobile phone. "If you're not going to teach us anything, could you bring back Perry-sensei? Or at least Heath-sensei or Miller-sensei if he's busy?" It was clear that he's trying not to crack under the pressure, but the way he's disrespectfully staring at the older male made the assassin's gaze slightly harden. "What?" "You know, we've got entrance exams this year, so—" "Ha!" The adult sniggers, "You want that vicious creature to teach you?" His chattering only started, but scowls are already present on the students' faces. "You think your exams matter when there are lives at stake? Heh~ mus
Heath had woken up rather sluggishly and groggily earlier that morning before everything that happened today even started at school. He must admit that lately he's been sleeping less and less, since he used the time trying to go through his phone to find out about the state of Verdena and, if he's lucky, to find his family. After all, 'Heath' exists in this world. Despite the circumstances, he's not the only similarity between this world and his previous one either. His parents have similar names, and even his mother's face looked exactly the same in her photos. So, really, there are possibilities that his dear family whom he cherished a lot might be here as well even though the city and place names aren't the same as the ones he remembered. No, actually, that very thought was the one that bothers him the most to the point that he's been frantic in his search, still to no avail. The fact that the location names aren't the same, but he could still recognize some people within the ci
A waste of time.That’s what Orion had said. A phrase that Heath has been hearing a lot about himself, and it was now a label that also stuck towards his students.At that, Heath mumbled, “You’d think so, huh?” It was a soft whisper, but being a pro that he is, Orion easily heard him, which he then commented on, “Is it not?” He rolled his eyes, “That bastard doesn’t get paid for any of this shit, the government can easily use this against him, and there’s not even a guarantee that those punks would even use, let alone appreciate— I know from firsthand experience.”Heath was holding his chuckle at that comparison, but as of now, he simply shook his head at his colleague, “Well, I don’t think your experiences weighed the same, seeing that if someone were to do what he’s doing right now, I’d say they’d get to finish it in approximately 3 months with lesser quality.”‘And it’ll definitely take you longer’ —though he won’t mention that part to the other. But judging from his widened eyes
"It’s okay,” seeing how frustrated the younger was, Heath pats his shoulder, consoling him, “Everyone makes mistakes. At least now you know, everyone here is giving their all to make things work," he points out. "Not only in our secret goal, but also for their future." "I see," Orion mumbled as his fists slowly loosen up. “The future, huh…?” The water’s still murky to his senses, but Heath was somewhat sure that the guilt coming from the blonde was not entirely due to the present situation. Orion felt rather aloof now. "Well, thanks for showing me this, He— Sagara-san." The brunet arched a brow, now he couldn’t help but tease the younger, "Aw shucks~ what did I do to deserve this demotion? I thought we're getting close already, lil’ bro?" To which, Orion scoffed, looking away from the other, "And who gave you the permission to call me your brother?" his voice is a bit lighter than before, therefore Heath continued. "Hey now, aren’t we family here? So, why not?" He chuckled at the
It was a familiar feeling. While it has been quite a while since he was driven to his breaking point, sincerily by his dearly beloved mentor, his body remembers this delirious state of barely concious and the upcoming danger that would normally occur afterwards. Heath was a prince whose head wanted on a silver platter and Zephyr was not a babysitter. Truly, their first meeting was more of a mix of luck and circumstances at best. She was renowned for her unparalleled skills, standing out among her peers as the deadliest among The Umbranox. That's why people were glad to know that unlike the other members of the group, she was the only one who had never truly had a pupil before him. Not because she wouldn’t, but rather because those ignorants chose to spare their own lives rather than die at the hands of their own mentor. The only reason why Heath was able to survive her brutal ways was none other than his sharp survival instinct, honed from having his own life threatened on a daily
While Heath just sheepishly grins, Lillian, along with the others, can only make a face, for they had witnessed this civilian escape from a seasoned assassin, while Heath's expression seemed disconnected from reality. ‘Out of all excuses, sleepwalking??’ The three of them, being closest to the brunet, had also agreed that they witnessed something unusual. Heath's eyes were dimly glowing, as if his body was possessed. Now, the brunet implied that it wasn't the first time it happened, suggesting he accepted the phenomenon as 'sleepwalking'. It all seemed absurd. That's precisely why they're not in the hospital right now. Instead, the infirmary has become their makeshift courtroom. I mean, who knows if there’s another variation of Perry, right? "Aha ha ha... I mean, I don’t know what else should I tell you? Even if you went for my official record, I bet all that you can find is the mundanes," Heath snickered, “or, probably, you’d find it to be way too squeaky clean. Who knows? I neve
The next day, Heath didn't come to school. Or rather, he couldn't. He had caught a fever by the end of yesterday. Still, he refused to go to the hospital and even told his housemate that it would be fine to leave him for work."...It's not like I'll be going anywhere. Just sleeping, probably," he rasped while rolling his eyes when Henko went into full mother hen mode that morning. Heath had to throw things like pillows and his alarm clock just for his cousin to reluctantly leave.And so here he is, suffering from feverish dreams all on his own.His family's sad, betrayed look as they turned around and walked away... that image keeps repeating in his mind and triggers even more anxiety in the brunet."I-I'm sorry. It was my fault! P-Please don't leave me alone...! T-Take me with you! Mother! Mags! Atlas! Master! Everyone...! Don't leave me alone!" Sobbing in his dream as well as in real life, the agony is far too much to bear alone.[...Give yourself to Us....]And that mystical whispe
"Shut up...!" In a moment of desperation, He stabbed the knife at the cutting board, hard enough to make a crack in the piece of wood while barely missing his own hand. Grabbing a fistful of his hair, he slowly slouched down, coughing softly as he only felt even worse due to the additional stress. For a moment, the world fell away, leaving Heath alone with his pain and his guilt. But as the fog cleared, he felt a strange sense of clarity wash over him, a newfound resolve born from the depths of his despair. The fallen royalty wasn't a foreigner to this kind of situation. He had his own portion of panic attacks and breakdowns in the past. After all, The promised crown he was destined to own is heavy on his back before it even officially his. So yeah, voices are normal. Screams of those he killed, shouts of his enemy, dying words of his family. Those voices never really left him, and he knows that they would only get worse as he goes on. That being said, however, it has never been thi