“Anything out of him?” Kokoci asked as the masked man that exited himself from the interrogation room. He sighed after stretching his sore back. Turning to the chief, he shook his head much to his dismay.

“The trial will be held tomorrow. I wish you good luck.” Maskmana patted the middle age man on his arm as a long exhausted sigh escaped his lips.

Finding out the case about Amato have to be behind all of these, surely was big enough. But Retakka? That once an officer not long ago turns out playing a role in this scheme just make it more worse. Just his luck.

“Now if you would excuse me, I have another person to meet.” Maskmana said, taking his leave as Kokoci nods at him.

He walks towards another interrogation room, but this time, he entered into the system one. Supervising another vital suspect that have been gone for 8 years after escaping from the hell programme that used to be under his and Retakka’s care. Giving a command to the young inspector from his earpiece, the interrogator started,

“So, who ate your bowl of sunshine this morning, thundercloud?” Fang grinned as the frown from the suspect deepen.

“Ay~~~ Abang Kassim!”

The energetic ball of fire exclaimed, upon seeing the man descend from his car. He raised up his hand with a slow “Yo.”

“Who’s that~?” Thorn chided, pointing to another person who walks behind him as he scratched awkwardly for the sudden attention given to him. Kaizo only told him to follow after he done with his interrogating session. Which he soon join at the mention of carrot donuts.

“My little brother. Adopted.”

“OI! That’s mean!”

The man shrugged, leaving his sibling to be bothered by the chaotic duo as they ushered him to enter the house. They’re throwing some sort of party, crashing at Blaze’s place. Sighting Cyclone sitting crossed legs under the tree, he approaches him.

Cyclone looks up from his phone, welcoming him with a smile. “Guess somebody missed me.”

“Just to make sure you’re not kidnapped.”

“Awh, you do care~! I’m flattered!”

“On a second thought, I guess you’ll manage.” Kaizo sat beside him as the teen laughs, pocketing his phone. Comfortable silence blanketed them for a moment. Silently enjoying the presence of each other.

“I’m moving to my mom relatives.” Cyclone spoke, pulling his legs up and hugged them. Kaizo hummed. He pouted at the lack of his reaction.

“What if I was kidnapped?”

“Get fat. Eat more cake. They won’t be able to lift you up for sure.”

“Gosh, you’re insensitive.” Cyclone laughs, him? Fat? No way.

“Kassim--no,” he corrected,

“Kaizo. Thanks.”

He grinned at him, his heart content. Finally, somewhere inside him feels complete. A small smile ghosted on Kaizo lips as he stood up heading back to the house.

“I receive online payments, all of it cost for--”

“Oh come on!” Cyclone whines, following him from behind.

The cool breeze inviting the warm atmosphere, distant cheers in the house can be heard as the golden rays of the sun set to an end.

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