Title: Chapter I: To Poke the Sleeping Wolf
Writer: Madame aZure
Fandom: Noblesse;
Pairing: M-21/Muzaka;
Genre: Angst;
Rating: T-M;
Warnings: this fanfiction contains foul language, violence and disturbing images. Read at your own risk.
Disclaimer: I do not own Noblesse or any of the characters. No trademark infringement or profit is meant from the writing of this fanfiction.
This had to be his most ridiculous idea yet. He was surely going to be killed. Pep talks weren't his specialty – he didn't know how to positively influence someone. He only knew how use his wits to distract his foes. It was a useful skill in battle – making his enemies lose their cool made them liable to make mistakes when attacking. However, mix a sharp tongue with a nasty temper and you've got the worst combination possible. He always had a feeling that this going to be the death of him – he didn't think it would happen so soon.
What was his reason for doing this? He didn't know. Maybe it was because he understood better than anyone how Muzaka felt. He himself has lost everything that was ever important to him. He knew the anguish of having those he cared about die one by one before his very eyes, the helplessness of not being able to save them, the anger which blindly consumed him, burning the pain away along with his reason. He remembered desperately doing everything he could to keep his comrades alive even for one more day: he volunteered to take their places in experiments, he offered his help for missions, he even used himself to distract the scientists. Despite his efforts, his whole world crumbled around him, all his comrades dead. There were times when he wondered why hasn't he died with them – it's not like he was the strongest or the smartest of the series, yet through some strange turn of events, he became the only survivor of the M series. What a funny world…
Maybe it was a more selfish side to his decision. He saw himself in Muzaka: he had the same reaction when his comrades started dying because they couldn't handle the experiments they were put through. At the time, the only thought in his mind was blowing up the entire facility along with himself, slaughtering all the scientists that worked there. He almost did it, but they found out about his little suicidal plan and made sure to thoroughly discipline him. He couldn't convince himself back then to think things logically. Could he really persuade Muzaka to not make a similar mistake?
Or, on the contrary, maybe it was altruism that drove him. M-21 always wanted to thank Raizel, who offered him a home, protected him and gave him hope for a better tomorrow. Raizel truly cared about Muzaka and it pained him to see his friend being led astray by his need for revenge. The Noblesse tried to help him, but all his efforts were in vain. In the end, he resigned to his fate, knowing that, when the time came, he will have to be the one to stop him, even at the cost of his life.
The gears of fate were set in motion, the outcome certain – could really a piece of trash like himself turn it all around? M-21 seriously doubted it, but until he had the opportunity to talk with Muzaka, he all he could do was wait.
~Z~
As it seemed, his opportunity came sooner than expected. One night he was patrolling alone around the school, making sure everything was alright. Tao and Takeo left earlier, having made plans for this evening. Tao wanted to work on his latest software project, as the code was giving him trouble. On the other hand, Takeo had an appointment to a hair salon, after he was convinced by Yuna and Suyi to accompany them. The two modified humans bribed M-21 to do their shift and keep it quiet from Frankenstein, which the werewolf gladly accepted. Tao promised not to annoy him for three days, and Takeo promised to do his part of the dishes for the same amount of time. Heck, he would've done it for free – he sure as hell didn't mind a little peace and quiet.
M-21 finished his rounds around the school when he noticed a person standing on the top of a building near the school. He narrowed his eyes, focusing on that person, ready to engage the other should they prove to be a threat. Noticing their silver hair flowing in the wind, he couldn't believe his eyes. It couldn't be! Either this was a joke, or he was the luckiest person alive. Or the unluckiest person, if his horribly flawed plan killed him.
Muzaka was hiding his presence, watching the school from afar, and did not seem to have the intention of attacking. He probably wanted to talk with Raizel again, but since the Noblesse had already left home, the former werewolf lord simply turned around and left. M-21 did not think twice and tailed him. This was his chance – he was not going to waste it!
The werewolf must've noticed that M-21 was following him as he lead him to a construction site, stopping on the top of the unfinished building. The modified human caught up with him, but did not approach him straight away, staying in the shadows.
"Come out, I know you're there," Muzaka called him out, serenely looking over the city lights.
"Hello," M-21 hesitantly greeted him, stepping out of the shadows. Coming this close to the former werewolf lord made him rethink his decision critically: it was certain that he was about to make a grave mistake – a mistake that may cost his life. He had to try… but was it really worth the risk?
"Hello there," Muzaka replied. "You're one of Raizel's friends, right? Uh –?" he trailed off, hinting that he didn't really knew the modified human's name.
"M-21," he introduced himself. He still loathed the code that replaced his real name, but until he found who he really was, he had to use it to identify himself. Sometimes he wondered, after he eventually found his name, will he be able to just discard the code? Will he able to throw away the last thing that connected him to his former comrades? But this was a thought for another day. Right now, he had more pressing matters at hand.
M-21 took a deep breath to calm himself, closing his eyes for a brief moment. He reopened them and looked at Muzaka seriously. The other werewolf seemed to study him, patiently waiting for M-21 to tell him why has he approached him.
"I want to talk to you…" M-21 said, his tone still hesitant.
"Sure! I'm listening, pup!" Muzaka answered, giving him a big, toothy grin. The modified human mentally cringed at the nickname. He guessed that the reason Muzaka called him 'a pup' was because they were both werewolves (or something along the line, since the only thing werewolfish about him was his heart) and because he was younger than he was. He just hoped Tao wouldn't hear about it – the hacker already had an unhealthy collection of dog related jokes in his arsenal.
"I, uh…" M-21's voice faltered, not knowing how should he really approach the topic. "I heard you want to avenge the death of your daughter," M went for the direct approach – there was no way he could embellish what he was about to say. Bluntly saying the truth made Muzaka tense, his smile dropping. Maybe it really wasn't a good idea to poke the sleeping bear…uh, wolf.
"Did Raizel sent you?" the werewolf asked him, narrowing his eyes.
"No, he didn't," crap, he should've lied. If Muzaka believed that Raizel sent him, he might've hesitated to behead him directly when M-21 angered him. Which was sure to happen soon, because M-21 had a big, big mouth.
"Then we have nothing to talk about. Go home, pup," Muzaka warned him then turned to leave.
"Wait!" M-21's plea made him stop. "I just wanted to know why do you want to hurt innocent people," the modified human wasn't going to give up.
"Those 'innocent people' took away my daughter." Muzaka answered through gritted teeth, anger slowly gathering in his eyes, though still having the intention to leave.
"All the people alive today are responsible for your daughter's death? Children, parents, people who don't even know you exist? All of them?" Either he had finally gone crazy or his werewolf instincts were more masochistic than presumed. Why else would he provoke a freaking werewolf lord who could kill him in the blink of an eye?
"Careful, pup! I've just awoke and my control isn't what it once was. You really don't want to make me angry!" Muzaka said, showing his teeth, which was wolfish for 'Shut up or I'll rip your throat'.
M-21 wanted to heed the warning, wanted to give up his intention to talk some sense into the werewolf lord, wanted to go home alive and in one piece. Yet some crazy part of him told him to keep going. He couldn't back down now, he had to do this!
"Go home, puppy! Go play with your little friends, and let big people handle things that don't concern you!" oh, now he's done it! M-21 was fuming, his temper boiling like a volcano. He was treating him like a child!
"No! You need to hear this, you entitled little bastard!" he snapped. Ah, well, to hell with it! "Why do innocent people have to suffer just because you decided to go and throw a hissy fit? You lost your daughter, so what? Do you think you're the first person ever to lose someone you care ab–" M-21 couldn't finish his sentence as he was grabbed by the neck and thrown, crashing into a nearby wall, the impact taking his breath away. Luckily, the attack was meant to scare him not to kill him, so he didn't broke anything. He fought to regain his breath, getting up on his feet and transforming quickly – Muzaka wasn't someone he could take on half-assed.
"That was a warning, puppy!" the werewolf said coldly, throwing him o condescending look, his hands convulsing uncontrollably like he was about to lose control and transform. "You have no idea what you're talking about or who are you talking to. A little pup like you couldn't possibly imagine what is like for a cruel death to steal the most precious person in your life. Do not ever speak of things you know nothing of!"
"You think I don't know what it's like to lose someone?" M-21 snarled, pain and sadness flashing though his eyes. "You're the one who has no idea of how much I've lost! Even so, I'm not the bastard going around taking out his frustration on everyone just because he can't grow a fucking pair and deal with it. Then again, you're one crazy little fucker, acting all high and mighty - should I bow to you, Mister Ex-Lord of the Werewolves?" the modified human spit out, his flaming temper loosening his sharp tongue. If Frankenstein would've heard him, he would have wiped a dramatic tear in parental proudness. He's taught him well.
M-21's eyes went wide when he saw three silver slashes rapidly coming towards him. He reflexively dodged them at the best of his capabilities, but they still managed to rip three deep gushes on his arm, pain erupting from them, making him wince. Muzaka didn't move an inch from where he stood, but judging by his slitted pupils, his transformed nails, his lips curled dangerously over his fangs, he was furious. The former werewolf lord seemed to try to regain control over himself, as his attack was meant to hurt 21 not to kill him right away. Muzaka's power was on par with Raizel's: he could pulverize the modified human before he even realized it. Anyone in their right mind would've stopped this and called it a day, but M-21 wasn't done yet: at this point, he either proved his point or he died, and he refused to die now, after all the things he's survived through.
"Of course, everyone goes around and starts to randomly mass murder civilians, because that's the most logical thing to do when dealing with a loss!" he continued, clutching his heavily bleeding arm. "You think the world owes you something? No one owes you shit! Especially people who aren't involved!" he dodged again when other six slashes flew to him, pulverizing the concrete when it came in contact with it. Muzaka's breathing was quick and shallow, as if he was making real efforts not to lose it. He must've been hesitating because he considered M-21 as being Raizel's friend.
"You think you're so fucking entitled to taking everyone's life just because you used to be the werewolves' lord?" the modified human said bitterly. "Just wake up and smell the reality: you're nothing! Maduke has the power now and he's riled up every werewolf you used to protect against you! But then again, no one in their right minds would follow a leader acting like psychopath just because someone fucked up their little girl, isn't that right, daddy dear?"
"Shut up!" Muzaka lost it, charging towards the other like a flash of silver. M-21 tried to evade it, but he wasn't fast enough and was caught in the blast made by the sheer pressure of the other's claws, which crushed his left side, from the shoulder to his leg, slamming him through another wall. This time he felt his bones snapping, excruciating pain clouding his vision. He coughed up blood, shards from his broken ribs puncturing his lungs. Both the pain from his fractured bones moving against each other and the liquid rapidly gathering in his lungs were making it difficult to breathe. His wounded leg refused to listen to him when he tried to get up on his feet.
"Look at you!" M snickered, wheezing, content with just kneeling there, as he couldn't get up. "You know, Lady Fate has a funny showing people that she doesn't like them – she either takes everything one holds dear or one's own life. Guess she just went with the first option regarding you," he continued despite being on the verge of being slaughtered.
"Hold your tongue or I will rip it out along with your throat!" Muzaka roared, unleashing his claws at him again. His claws went through flesh like it was paper, landing three long stripes on M-21's back, making the modified human scream in pain. Why didn't Muzaka just finish him with a blow? Why was he hesitating? No, he wasn't hesitating – he was taking his time. He wanted to torment him first, to take out his frustration on him, and then rip him apart. M-21 had to take advantage of that and make his point quickly, or he was going to meet the rest of the M series sooner than expected.
"Take a good look around you: the world is already full of misery. There are millions of people who've lost everything precious to them: mothers weeping their dead children, fathers crying on their loved ones' graves, children whose parents passed away, lovers praying on some hospital bed for their partner to heal from a terminal illness. Even I know noble children who had to take on their parents' responsibilities because this fucked up world has taken them away. Even I am someone who's lost everything. Do you think you're something special?"
"You really should learn to not speak unless spoken to, pup! What I do is none of your concern!" Muzaka breathed through gritted fangs, slowly closing in to M like a predator cornering his wounded prey.
"You think this doesn't concern me? It does!" M-21 spit out more blood as it became almost impossible to breathe. The metallic taste in his mouth made his made his stomach turn. "It does concern me when your blind anger threatens to make more victims, to destroy more lives." The former werewolf lord raised his claws, ready to give the finishing blow.
"But I know why you do this…" the commentary made Muzaka stop his attack for a second. "I know what it's like to lose someone dear, what it's like to feel alone, to think that no one understands your pain. I know that is easier to give in to rage because it's safer to be angry than to face the reality. Reality brings pain, rage brings numbness. I too lost everything I had. The Union robbed me of my past, killed all my comrades, took away my humanity," the other looked straight at him with a shocked expression, not moving to attack again, his hands slowly dropping by his side.
"Revenge is a monster: it lures you with the thought of retribution and blinds you so that you sacrifice everything and everyone around you when seeking it. Don't let vengeance control you. Don't let it do that to you… You'll kill, and kill and kill again. And in the end what will be left of you? When you've successfully got rid of anyone around, what's left? What will you live for? No family, no friends, nothing to protect. The only thing left is to take that worthless life of yours, because you're alone. You've pushed away and hurt everybody who wanted to help you." M-21 started to feel dizzy, the blood loss blurring his sight, but even with his eyesight clouded, he could see that his words cut Muzaka like sharp knives. He could hear the sound of his voice resonating in the other just like an echo in a cave.
"I know that you won't stop seeking revenge, and I see nothing wrong with that. But do it right. Punish those who truly deserve it. Protect those important to you. The Union took my memories, enslaved me, tortured me, abused me, used me, forced me to do inexplicable things then finally took all my comrades away. I want revenge. I deserve revenge. I will make them pay, but I will do it the right way because I have a family to protect. I have people I care about and who care about me in return. I won't hurt them just because I want to bring to justice those who wronged me through everything means necessary. In time, I will have revenge, but my family's safety comes first." M-21 tried his best to convey his conviction in the words he said, but his head started to feel heavy, staying awake proving to be a difficult task.
"And what do I have to protect?" Muzaka asked in a quiet voice, so much sorrow and pain hid in his eyes. "Look me in the eyes and tell me what do I have to protect. My mate is dead, my daughter is dead, my clan wants me dead. What is there left for me…?" he trailed off, all his anger fading away slowly, grief take its place. The pup's words echoed inside him, stirring up thoughts he kept locked away for so long. He wanted to fell angry again – anger was good, anger was simple. Yet he seemed unable to muster any strength to do it. He felt tired, tired to hide behind a blinded rage. Maybe the pup was right…
"Raizel," the modified human said, supporting himself on his good arm so he wouldn't fall face-first on the ground.
"Raizel?" the other asked incredulously. How could Raizel help him now? After all he's done…
"He still waits for you, you know. He still continues to reach out to you. You were his friend." The world started spinning, M-21's sight darkening around the edges.
"He is a fool," Muzaka said shaking his head. He knew the pup wasn't lying: even on the day of his daughter's death, Raizel tried to stop him, to calm him down. Maybe if he had listened to him, he wouldn't have hurt anyone. But then again, that would've meant he had to face reality: his child's death.
"He is," M-21 agreed weakly. "A fool with a gentle heart who protects everyone at the cost of his own life." He took a deep breath, trying to fill his lungs, hoping that it could make the dizziness go away. The movement made the fragments from his broken ribs grind against each other. I took every ounce of willpower to keep himself breathing through pain.
"Please reconsider your revenge. You're not alone," M-21 took another sharp intake of air to keep himself going, even though he knew he won't be able to resist much longer. It didn't matter that much – he made it! His words reached to the other and made him question his ways – this was enough for him. "There are still people who care about you, people who reach out to you, people who want to help you. Let us help you set this right, make justice, make a change. Come home with me, Raizel'll be happy to s–" M-21 words were cut short as the darkness finally took over him. He collapsed to one side, like a lifeless doll.
"Pup?" Muzaka asked but the modified human didn't answer." Pup!" the werewolf called him again, just now realizing what he's done. He lost control again! He rushed to the other's side and took him into his arms. What has he done? Oh, god, what has he done? He injured an innocent pup! What could he do? How could he help? Frankenstein! But he was where Raizel was. He wanted to avoid meeting Raizel after all that's happened, knowing that he will read Muzaka faster than anything, but the pup could die if he wasn't properly treated.
When M-21 started coughing, blood spilling through his lips, wearing a pained expression, Muzaka made up his mind. He wasn't going to let another pup die in his arms.
Muzaka cradled the unconscious man to his chest then rushed in the direction of Frankenstein's home, praying that he made it in time.
~Z~
Muzaka blasted through the front door, startling the household members who looked like they were about to have dinner. Their eyes widened in terror at the sight of their heavily wounded comrade, too shocked to move.
"He needs help!" Muzaka pleaded, Frankenstein instantly appearing near him using his inhumane speed.
"What happened?" he roared taking M-21 from the werewolf's arms.
"It's my fault, I lost control, I-" but Frankenstein didn't hear him, as his attention was directed at the wounded man in his arms, rushing out of the room.
"Tao, Takeo, lab now!" He ordered before he disappeared from their view, getting them ready to assist him in treating M-21.
The two followed him immediately, without a single word. Muzaka watched them go, the thought of what he's done crushing his soul. Sure, the pup provoked him, but he should have never lost control like that. He threw a glance at Raizel, who looked back at him with such a sadness that even the air around him seemed to weep with him.
"Raizel, I–" but the Noblesse interrupted him with an elegant hand gesture.
"Regis, prepare a bath for Muzaka and see that has a change of clothes," he ordered with grace, as if the very words he spoke were made of velvet.
Why would he need a –? The werewolf looked at himself, seeing the pup's blood staining his clothes and hands. Right…
"Right away," the young Noble bowed and turned to Muzaka. "If you'd follow me," he said to the werewolf, leading him upstairs. He prepared the water, towels and clothes in silence, but Muzaka noticed the way his red eyes seemed to bite every time he glanced at him – he was angry, but he kept it inside because he was a noble, after all. He bowed again and left the room without a word.
The werewolf took a bath, washing away the red, wondering why Raizel hasn't simply removed and replaced his bloody garments. He thought about it a few seconds before it dawned on him: he gave him time to think. He wanted to let him assess the situation calmly and to fully realize severity of what he's done. The guilt seemed wrapping itself around his heart into a vice-like grip, mercilessly crushing it, but there was something else that made his heart ache – M-21's words: 'Don't let vengeance control you'. They really stuck a sensitive chord in him – a part of him always knew revenge was a useless thing. No matter whom he killed, his daughter wouldn't breathe again. The pup was right: rage was safer. When his mind wasn't blinded by anger, he'd keep remembering the scene of her death. Her small body cradled in his arms, so cold and lifeless, her beautiful eyes that would never open again, her bloodied lips that would never smile again. He remembered begging any god that heard his plea to save his baby little girl. He promised his soul to every demon who could bring her back. But no such miracle happened. His poor daughter was dead and he was devastated. Tears started trickling down his cheeks, as sadness took over him again. Rage was safer.
After he finished, he got dressed and went back into the living room. Upon seeing him, Raizel stood up, and wordlessly left, followed by the two young nobles. Muzaka knew this was his way of telling him 'follow me'. Raizel rarely used words and when he did, they had a great impact on those around him.
He was led down a corridor, to an elevator. The elevator led to another corridor with white walls, white tiles, bright lights, smelling strongly of disinfectant, with several doors on each side. They went to a door and entered what looked like a waiting room, with chairs, a table and another door at the other end. The nobles got seated and waited in silence ignoring him. Or at least making an effort to ignore him, because the young nobles' tense posture, pursed lips, cold eyes and a general aversion towards him gave it away. Except for Raizel, who looked like this was another normal day in his life. Muzaka took a seat – he wanted to say something, but he knew he should wait for Raizel to give him the cue to make his case. Even so, what was he going to say: 'Hey, I just injured a puppy who managed to provoke me.' He felt nervousness tighten his throat: what if the pup didn't survive? What if he killed yet another person who wanted to help him? And to think that he was once the werewolves' lord…
~Z~
After some time, Frankenstein came out through the door on the other end of the room, wearing a mask of cold rage, his dark aura seeping out in tendrils. The other two that went with him must've stayed by M-21's side. Noticing Muzaka, the scientist bared his teeth, his whole body tensing into a threatening posture.
"What are you doing here?" he growled at him.
"I'm sorry for what happened, I lost control," tried to tell him, knowing it wasn't a good enough reason.
"You lost control." Frankenstein stated as a matter of fact, as if he was just telling the weather. "You. Lost. Control." He repeated, this time emphasizing every word. "Since when does 'losing control' give you the right to hurt my child?" he demanded.
"I –" the werewolf started, but hesitated to continue, knowing that Frankenstein was right to reproach him.
"Since when does this privilege of yours allow you to almost kill a werewolf barely in his thirties? A pup, in werewolf years."
Muzaka bowed his head in shame. Frankenstein was right, his words cutting into the already deep wound's made by M-21's speech.
"Eight ribs shattered along with the left side of his sternum, left arm, shoulder and clavicle fractured, left leg and hip broken, one punctured lung, massive internal bleeding, deep lacerations all across his body, almost two thirds of his blood lost." He said getting closer to Muzaka with angry steps, enumerating all that he's done to M-21. Each word Frankenstein spoke enraged the dark tendrils of his aura, making them lash out, burning up the trace of his footsteps onto the floor.
"He –" Muzaka tried again, but he found himself thrown across the room, crashing with the wall into a resounding boom, the concrete shattering around him. He deserved that! No one else intervened, not even Raizel.
"I will kill you!" Frankenstein said menacingly as his aura started gathering in his palm, slowly taking the shape of a spear. "I will rip you apart. I will –"
"Frankenstein," Raizel's voice clinked in the room, snapping the scientist from his rage.
"Master," he answered, glancing at Raizel with a begging look, silently asking to let him make Muzaka pay.
"M-21 needs rest," it was the indication to stop the ruckus and the scientist could not disobey it.
"Very well, master," he bowed his head, the Dark Spear disappearing from his hands. He threw a repulsive look in the werewolf's direction. He was not done: his master said to cease the ruckus, not to stop from making Muzaka pay. He narrowed his eyes at the werewolf who got up and dusted himself from the debris. He'll make him pay. First he hurt his master, then he hurt his child? He. Will. Pay.
A alarming sound was suddenly heard, Frankenstein rushing into the room he came from not a second later, followed by the others.
"Boss!" Tao called him when he saw him, a syringe and a small bottle with a clear substance in his hands.
M-21 was breathing quickly and shallow, his face contorted in a pained frown. He wore an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose. His left arm and torso were wrapped up in bandage, and Muzaka guessed his left leg as well, but it was covered by the blanket. On his right arm there was an IV needle connected to a blood bag. The monitors around him were beeping, flashing data that showed the werewolf's vital signs, and judging by the red warning lights, something wasn't right.
Frankenstein took the sterile syringe and filled it with substance from the drug bottle. He injected that straight into an exposed vein on M-21's right arm, with great precision and experience. After injecting the drug, the pup slowly relaxed, his breathing steadying, the monitors around him stopping their beeping as his vital signs went back to normal. Frankenstein took out the needle and threw the syringe into a yellow container. He went to a cabinet full of drugs bottles and rummaged through it, looking for something.
Unknowingly Muzaka approached the bed. Everyone was alert, already moving to intercept him, ready to protect M-21 if he tried anything. A look from Raizel told them to let him come closer and they stepped aside, yet their demeanor remained coldly aggressive.
Muzaka looked at the sleeping pup, whose expression softened from the drug Frankenstein gave him. A twisted part of him saw his daughter's image in him, the same soft features, same calmness, same daring attitude and witty mind. He reached out to the pup, caressing away a strand of hair that fell on his eyes with gentle, hesitant moves. He seemed so fragile, so small with all those tubes and devices connected to him.
"I'm sorry" he whispered. His eyes widened when his hand was caught in a crushing grip.
"Get. Out." Frankenstein snarled, his lips curling over his teeth like a predator's, breaking the werewolf's wrist bones with a quick, determined move. Muzaka felt his bones shatter under the crushing force. His werewolf inheritance would take care of such an insignificant wound in a few minutes, but the pup would take much longer to fully recover.
When Frankenstein let him go, Raizel appeared near him and patted him on the shoulder to signal that it was time to leave. M-21 needed rest.
Tao, Takeo and Frankenstein stayed with M-21, while the others left the room.
"What now?" Muzaka quietly asked looking at his friend.
"M-21 offered you a place in our home, has he not?" scarlet eyes glanced at him with intensity.
"What? You can't be serious! I just injured the pup to an inch of his life! You couldn't possibly take me in after what I've done." Raizel was ridiculous.
"Indeed, if you accept the offer, you should be cautious of Frankenstein, as you have hurt his child. He has a rather awful personality and he will most likely seek to inconvenience you through any means necessary. " he sighed elegantly, remembering the times when Frankenstein purposely angered Clan Leaders to make them fight him. "This is something that should put you on guard, as he is a very resourceful and troublesome person."
"Heh, I guess so," Muzaka smiled remembering how rowdy could Frankenstein be.
"Moreover, you have yet to properly apologize to M-21, haven't you?" Raizel continued, then smiled warmly. "Welcome home, friend."
TO BE CONTINUED :)