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Agon groaned to himself as he saw some stranger talking with Unsui…who should have been practicing.
As he walked over, he took stock of the stranger: short, messy black hair, slightly tanned skin, baggy black pants with a tight green tshirt, lean frame, cute, looked familiar. He frowned, idly wondering where he'd seen the boy before.
"Oi, fucking baldy, who're you talking to?" Agon demanded as he came over.
"I'm Hiruma's little brother, nice to meet you," the boy said, turning so that his green eyes met Agon's sunshaded ones.
"Hiruma's…little brother," Agon repeated, incredulously. This cute kid – waitafuckingminute!! He did not think that – this kid was related to Hiruma.
"Shocking, isn't it?" the boy drawled, before digging into his pocket and pulling out a cell. "The hell you want, aniki?"
Agon's eyes narrowed as the cute kid continued to talk with his older brother. "No, I'm nowhere near Shinryuuji, the Kongo twins are there, and you've repeatedly told me to stay away."
Agon snorted at the sarcasm in the kids' voice. "You got a message? Deliver it yourself, I'm not one of your fucking slaves and see no reason why I should play go-between."