One's soul is determined by one's character and how they act according that character's trait. People would probably said that being quirky isn't a good thing because society would perceive you as an weirdo, but having a character in one's life is a one of human's true nature because human have something different in their mind and no one are same.

And thus, every single human have different souls with each of their trait.

But unknown from general sight, one's soul can determine what kind of miracle or magic one's could do or create. But only a few people can awaken their soul's power.

Magic do exist.

Yes, it's illogical and irrational, but they do exist. How they can exist, no one could answer that because it's beyond human reach and understanding, at least yet.

And of course like how in epic, folklore, legend or stories, bad people who want to monopolize it exist and good people who want to stop them exist. However, there's no such thing as good and evil. Black and white is never clear in this world. Their methods were same, cruel and merciless. The only things that set them apart are their purpose.

And there are not only two sides that exist. There are a lot of them barring their fang to each other while a big single one was the only thing that keeping them in check.

And thus this is the story that revolves around a part of those people who survive in this kind of world.

A lone black van with a tinted window moved slowly in the Chiba's cold early spring street. The street is very quiet and no one is around because the winter's night breeze was really cold at the moment.

The van then arrives at a chain link fence around a huge and seemingly abandoned factory in the middle of nowhere in Chiba. It stopped in front of the gate and a fully armed and gas-masked guy hops out of the car. It was 'Jack'.

The van then moves again towards the cavernous factory. The place was big, empty, and the iron or steel that makes up the whole place is rusted and some of it seems bent. The whole interior is littered with rusted metal crates on the every side of the room, some broken machinery scattered around and wet puddles all over the floor. Everything in here is either covered in dust or rusted over.

The van then moves again toward the more spacious area and parked in secluded position that covered by metal crates and well hidden from outside looks.

Then two peoples came out from the rear doors which one of them was covered in blood and holding a white plastic bag while the others supporting him to walk by using her shoulders. It was 'Deadman' and 'Viper'.

"Ohh, bloody hell... My leg's numb." Deadman muttered as viper closed the car door.

Another person then came out from the driver seat's door, she then looked at the former pair and nodded. "Well, I think I need to learn how to mining something and pops seems really need to close his wound right now. So go on, I'll take care the guy." She tells them. It was Virgo.

"Thanks..." Viper muttered as they left the girl with the car and unconscious man alone.

They soon start silently walking across the giant hall toward an office on the far side of the building. And surprisingly, Deadman didn't complained or grunted at all even though Deadman's body was literally a blood fountain right now.

"No need to enter the office. Just patch me on here." Suddenly Hachiman muttered as they arrived in front of the room.

They then stopped before 'Viper' stared right at him. Sensing the unspoken question from the former, 'Deadman' explain, "I don't want to stain the couch and soak the carpet. They're bloody pain to clean."

Hearing the latter answer, 'Viper' groaned "Not again, not in fucking way... My ass is growing cold here." She then dragged him forcefully to enter the office.

Viper took off a key with complicated look from her pocket and unlocked the door. As they entered the room, it's surprisingly very clean and much livelier than the outlook with well-furnished and neatly organized furniture like a soft-looking sofa, a TV with a complete set of game console on it glass cabinet, small fridge and any other furniture that you would see in expensive apartment or hotel.

"Ow... Oi, I would really appreciate-" but viper just pushed him to the couch before he can finish his words, "...if you at least a bit gentle. Ow."

"Sorry." She left him for a moment afterwards.

Deadman shook his head as he put down the white plastic bag and slowly took off the body armors from his body. The wounds on his body were still really, really hurt, but he was too used to it that the pain can be a very less thing he'll choose to occupy his mind.

After taking off the torso plate carrier, he chuckled a bit after inspecting it. At least there's all bullets can pierce through the plate; otherwise, Viper would have a bloody sleepless night only to take every single bullet out of her partner's body.

"I'm back..." Viper returned with a cart and a complete set of surgical utensils on it. "You're lucky that plate is working and stopped most of the bullets, cause if not, I'm gonna get really pissed."

She then took off her hood and her mask, revealing a head fully covered with black balaclava while a pair of fiery emerald irises stared at Deadman in annoyance. She then pulled it away, showing him a beautiful face framed with golden blonde hair.

It was the face of Miura Yumiko, codename 'Viper'.

Moving into her clothes, she then proceeds to take away her body armor, the gloves on her hands and the jacket beneath it. She was now only wearing a black tight tank top that perfectly hugged her athletic body over a black sport bra.

Meanwhile, Deadman had already only wearing a tight white undershirt that mostly covered with blood or holes.

"Are you really sure you're not addicted to getting shot, old man?" She asked while putting a pair of white medical gloves on her hand.

"I'm not an old man, goddamnit..." Hearing that, 'Viper', or Miura Yumiko to be exact, released an amused chuckle.

"But you always sounded like a grumpy single dad with two daughters to take care for. Still, you really need to take care of yourself, old man." She then proceed to cut off his undershirt with a surgical scissor, only to reveal a muscular body that covered with a lot of old scars and bloodied holes that will probably killed a normal human in no time. Fortunately, the guy is not normal at all.

"How did you manage to get these many wounds, my goddamn partner?" She then worded her disbelief while staring at him with menacing blank gaze.

Under the scary gaze he got, Deadman nervously replied, "Well... You see, the place is too cramped for a gunfight and there's no 'tactical environment' at all, except for the bloody sewer which i really never want to get close." He paused.

"And so, the only strategy that I can use to clean the hostile quickly and effectively was charging to them with shotgun ready and it's definitely cool." He finished his speech with a confident gaze against the cold, menacing blank glare.

"Open your mask; I really have an urge to slap you right now."

"What?" But instead of answer, Viper was already in very front of him. Holding his head and skillfully took of Deadman's mask also with the black ski mask beneath it.

The face of teenager boy with black raven hair that has a single ahoge on it and a pair of dead fish eyes were revealed. He stared at the girl in front of him in surprise as the former stared at him too for a moment.

But Hikigaya Hachiman, codename 'Deadman', didn't saw it coming.

A loud slapping sound rung in the room as he muttered and rubbed his searing cheek, "Ow... That's not so nice... Ow..." But then the hand that had slapped his face rubbed his red cheek softly to sooth the pain. "Sorry, I can't hold myself..."

"You're always cautious for other people, but why are you always being careless when it come to your own self..." She then kneeled down and proceeds to take the bullets from Deadman's, or Hachiman, body. "Feed me the burger. Getting my meal a blood sauce is one of the very less things I want to try today."

He then sighed but took away his combat glove and picked a burger box from the plastic bag. "Wait, I'm also hungry too."

"Then just eat it too." Hachiman grunted slightly as Yumiko took a bullet from his stomach. "What? Are you embarrassed with sharing a burger?"

"I'm still didn't get used to this whole bloody partner thing..." He then shoved the burger and the former bite it before focusing on the wound again.

"Bear... with it." She then swallowed it, "I'm the only person who can look after you and stay sane while you're lucky I'm willing to do that. Besides that, aren't we always together for half a year already?"

Silence then enveloped the room while a slight grunt accompanied it as Hachiman eat the burger and feed Yumiko who'd worked on his wound. But soon after that, the door opened again as two persons lifting an unconscious guy coming in.

"What take you guys so long?" Yumiko asked, focusing on the next wound that located on his thigh.

"Jack didn't coming back for a several goddamn minutes while I'd to feel my butt freezing." Hearing Virgo's annoyed answer, Jack laughed as they moved away to some room, leaving the former's pair and returned back after a few moments.

"The guy is still unconscious while smell like a shit and I was too tired, so I gonna leave him for tomorrow." Virgo explained as she walked toward the plastic bag and took a sandwich wrapping from it. "How many bullets he manage to get this time?"

"A lot. But not as much as before. At least now he listened to me and wears a bigger plate so the bullets only reached the surface and I don't need to do a very serious surgeon." She then took the big last part from Hachiman's hand.

"Hey, you cheeky little... I'm still hungry, y'know." He said before limply taking a phone from his pocket.

"And yet, you said you don't need anything from Jack earlier." She smirked.

"All right, mission succeeded, mask and codename off." Jack said as he took away his mask and the balaclava he wore followed by Virgo who had taken off her own helmet.

'Jack' has a very handsome face that framed with short blonde hair and pale blue eyes. On the other hand, 'Virgo' revealed a pale blue bun before she took away her own mask. Her beautiful face was accompanied with a pigeon blue eyes and a small beauty mark underneath her right eyes.

They were Hayama Hayato, codename 'Jack', and Kawasaki Saki, codename 'Virgo'.

"Man, schools are getting close..." Jack, or rather Hayato, muttered while taking a chicken nugget box from the plastic bag. "Now I wish my past self didn't act like a white knight... want some?"

Virgo, or Saki, took a piece of nugget and throw it into her mouth, "Then why did you need to act like that when that's literally the thing that ruined your childhood in the first place?" She asked in exasperated tone.

"Wait, he ruined his childhood by acting nice?" Yumiko asked with confused face.

"I can somehow guess it knowing him." Hachiman joined in, glancing at the blonde boy from his phone with a slightly pained smirk due to his circumstance right now.

"Well like he said; just ask it to him, I'm sure he can guess it perfectly. I would rather not talk about that." Hayato explained as he turned on the TV and took a controller from the TV cabinet. "Anybody want to play?"

"No, I'll just get home after I finished with Hikio." She then started to call Hachiman with his name than his codename. The said Hikio then took a soda cup and give the straw to the former. "Why, thank you."

"Saki?"

She sighed first, but then plopped down beside him, "Fine, just a few game. I just hope my brother didn't find out I was out in the middle of the night..."

"All right it's done, brace yourself." She then took some kind of syringe and hold Hachiman's hand, before stabbing it straight to his chest.

He jerked out slightly with his grip on her tightened while his eyes jutted out before his wounds gradually closed, "No matter how many times I watch it, it still look so painful and I definitely don't want to try that..." Saki pointed out as Yumiko still held him tightly.

Soon after that, the wounds were gone, completely healed and replaced with scars. He then plopped down to the sofa again, releasing a relieved breath out of his mouth as Yumiko put the utensil back to the cart and walked away toward a backroom.

After a moment, Hachiman stood up as if the pain before was non-existent. He looked at his two teammate, "I'm gonna take a bath and go home. Take care you two."

"Yeah..."

"Papi, are you gonna make a sister for me in the bathroom? Hahaha..." Hayato laughed loudly at his dirty remark while Saki muffled her laughter to not coming out.

"Blimey. Shut up you fucking tosser! I'm not even your dad! Fucking hell..." He groaned as he walk away, leaving the pair laughing very hard.

"What are you laughing at, guys?" They then heard Yumiko who had returned from the backroom.

"N-nothing..." Saki answered, barely holding herself from laughing which didn't help to put down the former's suspiciousness.

"Where's Hikio then?"

"He's already in the bathroom..." Hayato said, taking his partner position who is literally dying right now.

"Ookay... well, I better take a bath too now." The former eyed them weirdly as she went away while the pair stared at each other.

"Holy shit, dad gonna be a dad soon!" They soon explode into laughter at the remark Hayato had made.

This is truly the peak of OOC-ness and dad joke now.

Alone in the bathroom that consisted with a shower that separated only with semi transparent glass, Hachiman softly rubbed his body as the warm water made his tense muscle became much more relaxed.

He can feel his fatigue slowly dissipated as the pleasant water hit his muscular body and made a splashing sound.

But suddenly, he can hear another shower being turned on and soon saw Yumiko already completely naked in shower cubicle beside him.

"I'll kick your nut if you peek on me."

"Sorry." He quickly turning away, "At least said something goddamnit." He's lucky his eyes didn't catch anything or else, she can easily see what happened to his little guy and it wouldn't end well for both of them.

"Well, my bad then." The latter muttered with her cheek also slightly red while her eyes tried really hard to not peeking on him.

Yumiko herself had a really ahem thicc athletic body that fairly muscular and accompanied with a very beautiful curve. But a few scars and scratches on her own body was no joke from her time in the 'facility' and the damn 'organization' that abducted her, her team and possibly any other team in the world.

She touched them and feels the hard surface of the scar before turning her gaze to Hachiman's bare torso. Compared to her, the treatment he got was much worse due to his special soul's art.

Ignoring the new bullet's scar, she can still see the scar made by medical utensil such as scalpel circling his neck or the various scars on his torso and overall body.

Turning her gaze away, she unconsciously uttered, "I'm sorry, Hachiman..."

"Hm? What are you talking about?" He asked, holding himself to not turn her way.

"I don't know. Everytime I saw your old scars, I just wanted to say sorry to you. It's just... unbearable to see." Silence enveloped the bathroom after she finished.

"You really peeked at me weren't you?"

His words then melted the silence as the latter looked at him with widened eyes and completely flustered.

"What? No! That's not what I me- my god..." Her leg wobble slightly as her eyes widened from what she'd saw down there. "I definitely won't be able to sleep tonight." She gulped as she looked away, trying to get rid of the thing that she always thought only exists on the western internet from her mind.

"You seriously peeked on me!? Now I fear for my chastity." Despite that, he still didn't turn around to look at the guilty girl. "I trusted you! And this Soap trusted you too!" He exclaimed in exaggerated tone, showing her the fuckin soap.

"And I'll fear for my sanity and my sleep schedule." Now to think of it, he was not getting excited yet and the thought made her shook her head, "Oh, fucking hell. I really won't be able to sleep tonight..."

"What? Why?" The reason why he was clueless about this was because he never measure or compare his own thing to any other else and so he only think his boy was 'normal'.

"Good lord, you're really denser than a blackhole, Hikio." She then throws her hand in frustration and decided to finish her bath because her mind was uncontrollable at the moment.

Completely confused, Hachiman too was finished and wear a towel around his dangerous part but he noticed that the latter was already gone. He then went to the locker room, seeing the girl who'd tried really hard to avoid his gaze while having a burning red cheek for a moment before trying to act normal and succeeded. They then wear a more casual clothes and went out.

Noticing the pair coming out from the halfway ready to go home, Hayato wiggled his eyebrow and grinning joyfully before asking, "I thought you were much more powerful and would last very long, papi." At this, Yumiko hurriedly went away with a blush on her face, leaving Hachiman for the former pair who grinned mischievously at him.

"Buggers off." He then went outside, following the blonde girl.

"Do you think something happened?" Saki asked.

"Something definitely happened; well Hachiman probably didn't notice it. So it's probably..." Hayato then lost in thought for a moment, "Ah, it's definitely that. Poor Yumiko, I hope she can sleep well tonight and be ready for when they do that." He shook his head while slightly chuckling at the thought of his two teammates.

"Sorry but it's an unsaid secret between hermano that I keep , even though Hachiman was probably didn't aware of it."

"Wait, since when did you guys into brother basis?"

"Well, I just wanted to give the 'old man' nickname for Yumiko while I get the homie. I mean, aren't they look cute with that?" Saki then shook her head at her partner antic.

As the night grew late, a motorbike rode by two figures silently moved in the quiet neighborhood street. The bike is possibly modified so it didn't produce a loud sound when it was started on or moving, that's why its exhaust and engine didn't produce too much sounds to wake everyone in the night.

The bike then entered a dark parking lot and drove into its corner before entering some kind of secret compartment. As the bike completely stopped, the two passengers then put away the helmets they wear.

"Are you sure you don't need me to walk you home?" The driver, Hachiman who wear a black mouth mask, said but unlike before, he was now talking in Japanese.

"It's okay. I'll be feels more nervous if you walk me home and my parents found out about that. Besides, I think your parents and your sister will find out if you didn't get home now. Look it was past 2 Am now." Then the passenger, Yumiko with the same black mask, replied to him in Japanese too.

"Okay then, at least let me walk you to the lot's entrance." He then took her helmet and also hid his own in a locker.

"What a gentleman. Are you hitting on me, H-i-k-i-o? Well, I don't mind though..." After the former replied, they began to walk toward the entrance and outside.

As they arrived at the front gate, they stopped and look at each other.

"Good night, Hikio. Have a nice dream."

"Yeah, you too, have a nice dream." At that, she groaned inwardly.

They then parted their way, probably to their house, under the cold, starry spring night. The way to the house was definitely cold and quiet, but hachiman seems not in hurry and walk casually even though the sight of someone clad in black and lonely walking at the street was pretty much very suspicious and scary to anyone.

After a few moment of walking, the sight of the Hikigaya's household came to his sight. Luckily, no one seems like awake at the moment. As he arrived at the Hikigaya's household, he casually opened the door and moving in silently.

The inside is... dark, since everyone was already asleep in their own room. Not wanting to make any stupid problem, he quickly walked upstairs toward his room and entered it.

The room was... average. Nothing looks suspicious in here considering his 'job' earlier except for the doll that currently lying on the bed, it does its job pretty well from how realistic it looks in the darkness.

He chuckled a bit as he hide it in his closet before lying down on the soft and warm bed. It feels so good for his sore back, but unfortunately, he can't sleep.

He wasn't able to sleep because his damned art and its curse but he still glad for having it even though it was the thing that made him suffers until now. As he stared at the ceiling, a memory surfaced to his mind.

It was really painful.

He was lying on a bed, surrounded by several figures he usually met these past days while a white light glared straight at his face, blinding his sight.

However, he couldn't care much about the pain in his eyes as he have another, no, not another, he have a lot of pain that could distract him from even breathing all over his body.

His leg has already cut off, his stomach was already opened wide and his brain was currently dissected, but he's still alive and awake. Very alive and feel the horrible feeling that had entered his mind.

The people surrounding him don't care about painful groan and scream or his dead gaze. They just do anything they could imagine to his body like a child who found an awesome toy.

He then can feel one of his leg was being connected again.

"Subject's left leg, muscle and bone were slowly regenerating and connected again. In the other hand, subject's right leg was also gradually growing after it stopped hemorrhaging even though the leg wasn't connected."

One of them said. Scribbling something on a pad or something like that. He can't saw it clearly. His vision was too blurry to clearly see that.

"Subject#8 test No.53 done. Proceed to execute test no. 54."

And he can only feel his chest and rib being dissected and shown to the world. He couldn't scream. He doesn't have the energy anymore.

His mind was completely blank. He now can only hear completely different sound as he tried to ignore the throbbing pain on his chest. He heard a scream, but not his. It was a little girl's scream.

And as if he was teleported to some faraway place, he can saw her and surrounding, the burning city, the motionless corpse and the girl itself crying while hugging a grown man breathless body.

He silently stared at them, even though he still able to feel his chest was being dissected. He silently stared at them. And he doesn't know why, but feel a much hurter feeling than being dissected alive.

He knew that he wasn't a kind or good person in nature. And thus it makes him wonder, why did it so hurt? At the moment, he just wanted to reach the girl and hug her, and unconsciously, his hand was slowly reaching her.

His mind wanted to stop it, but his body doesn't want to hear his thought. As his finger touched her shoulder that covered with dirty clothes, she unsurprisingly turned toward him.

But she seems like still looking around frantically, trying to find who had tapped her shoulder before as while ignoring his presence as if he wasn't on there at all.

How about he? He only froze. Some memory that he didn't possessed barge his mind. And tear ran toward his cheek before he suddenly feels like being pulled violently from the place.

His heart was already being taken away from his chest. And he was still fucking alive.

Hachiman get up from his bed after the memory had been played again on his mind, but his face and gaze was still calm as unmoving water even though a literal PTSD had played inside his mind. Well, at least he can sleep for a few hours.

He hopped out of the bed and stretches his body.

The time was still 5 in the morning. But he doesn't have anything to do since he couldn't sleep, literally.

"At least now my cooking and chores skill was exemplar because this damn art..." He muttered to himself, chuckling slightly before went out of his room.

Alright it's done.

I can't believe I'll feel bad for you. Man, you put so much effort in this but no one seems interested to it. haha

Oh shut up. You always knew how to pisses me off huh? Well, i didn't put too much to it. But seriously, this is so fun to write.

Although i felt sorry for the dirty joke and tease. I'm a fan of dirty joke, so, sorry about that.

You're not trying to write a smut aren't you?

Well, I'm not so sure about that but the possibility is still high in the future. Unfortunately, I was not experienced in that subject so I think I need to fill my head with a lot lemon huh.

Anyway, thank you for reading this.

and Narra out