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CHAPTER 26

- TRANSACTION -

"We can't generate enough Nen..."

"Within 6 hours, the test subjects might be ejected out of the time period they are currently in."

"Chances are, as they are being pulled back to reality, they might get stuck into another time period or worse into the oblivion halfway"

"It's all about luck right now...!"

The rain started to subside into occasional drizzles as the night gets deeper. The jet black sky was covered with strangely shaped, thick, orangey-grey clouds that encircled the bright, silver moon like a halo.

The bizarre aerial scenery by the glass window gave me the chills for an unknown reason as it felt like the skies has been vicariously telling me something undesirable is about to happen.

I finally looked back to the room after drawing the draperies back to its place. I watched the maid took the soiled dishes on the table and put them into the push cart, then wiping the table clean.

"Please excuse me..." She took a bow before opening the door then pushing the cart out to leave the room finally closing the door shut.

"Soo... are you stuffed now?" I headed back to him who seemed to be busy doodling something on a piece of paper on a clipboard with some crayons while sitting on the bed. He did not respond.

"Do you want me to leave you now or have me wait and do stuff for you till you finally decide to sleep?"

"You wait. You're supposed to stay with me until I'm asleep. Its your obligation after all. Are you missing out something?" He asked me with the usual blank, soulless look in his eyes.

Right, smart ass. Telling me he wanted me to be his 'aniki' a while ago and now issuing me commands like a boss... He has a point but I really hate his smart ass know-it-all remarks. No matter what, his dry, passive-aggressive tricks when he was an adult was STILL and will ALWAYS be the WORST. Like that 'Just kill me now in exchange of blah blah and I will die happily' crap. Don't even remind me... This kid has just exactly the same sarcsam and it never fails to get into my nerves.

"Riiiight!" I enthusiastically answered him with a slight passive-aggressive tone. "I'd never know when you'd sneak out on me and create a disaster like that icky 'mud shampoo' situation this morning. So to stop something like that from happening, AS YOU SAID, I had to stay with you until you're asleep...!" I wrinkled my face to force an awkward wry smile, patting his head. "Young Master is sooo smart and cute!"

I hope he knows Im being sarcastic. Only an idiot would think this spawn of hell is 'cute'.

"Your face looked like roadkill. Are you hungry?"

HAH! Trying my patience...! Who looked like a roadkill? If he's not being an annoying little shit, I wouldnt be making faces at him!

He jumped off the bed apparently trying to reach something under it. It appears to be a cardbox box. A small box about the size of my palm. He pulled it out and handed it over to me.

"I still had one more box of pocky left." He spoke. "You can have that." He then hopped back to bed.

I remained motionless for a while being confused of what to do and to think. Im not even hungry! He thinks I looked like a 'roadkill' because I was wryly grinning at him and for some unknown reason that made him conclude I was hungry. Does that even make sense?! I don't get the analogy but presumably he thinks people look like 'roadkill' when they're hungry. Where did he even get the term?

"You're hungry. Go eat that." He was still staring at me blankly.

"Okay... as you said..." I rolled my eyes as I opened the box and popped one stick out and started munching on it. Perks of looking like a 'roadkill' : getting a free box of pocky. Very smart. Who says no to sweets? Id be glad to look like a roadkill to get free food.

While I was busy munching on my free 'roadkill' snacks, he grabbed the clipboard with the paper he was doodling on and handed it to me over.

"I drew it." He said.

It was a POORLY drawn stick figure with hands that looked like mini rakes and eyes that looked like those creepers in horror movies who suck your soul out of your body. It was tall and bald wearing a tux while besides it on the ground was a decapitated head smiling with short black hair and big circular black eyes somewhat resembling Nanika.

"Woaah..." I raised a brow giving him a horrified look. "Ohhhkay... this is nice... what happened to this bodyless little fella?"

"Oh... it's not bodyless. That's me chilling underground!"

"Ohhhkay... Cool...!" I feigned appreciation. Pretty accurate, but he's NOT gonna tell me that the tall one is me. Hell no.

"And that's you." Unfortunately, he pointed the tall figure out.

"Th-that's great!" I let out a lopsided sarcastic wry grin... "But... why is it bald?"

"Its not!" He protested. "It's white crayon! Do you even 'art'?"

I squinted at the head to notice it indeed has strokes of white crayon. May God help this child. He just butchered my awesome silver hair in this drawing. And right now, he's accusing me of not knowing 'art'...

"Can you give me the grey crayon?" I asked him.

He gave me anyways. I traced the unobvious white lines with the grey crayon.

"THERE! Now it finally has hair!" I gave him back the clipboard.

He rubbed his chin squinting at the newly revised version of his 'masterpiece' like some sort of maestro.

"Fair enough..." He shrugged. He flipped the horrid 'masterpiece' on the clipboard to reveal another clean sheet of paper under it. He grabbed the box of crayons and handed both to me over. "You draw your aniki."

I gazed at him blankly for a while upon receiving the drawing materials from him after he told me to do something I never thought of nor felt like doing. Looking back, the last time I drew him was when I was this little brat's age. I was really mad at him for always following me around when I had to execute missions and orders that I drew him for catharsis, horribly like some sort of amphibious monster that appeared like it just emerged from one of hell's portals. I just can't defy him. He's always 'do this' and 'do that', and he never fails to point out my mistakes like it was his passion or something. Not to even mention his passive-aggressive remarks.

"'Kay..." I began doodling. I'm pretty bad at drawing, but at least Im not as bad as this kid. "There ya go." I showed him what I came up with.

He was staring at my poorly done bug-eyed stick figure sketch of my nemesis who happened to be him in the near future.

"I thought he's a guy? Why does he have long hair?"

"Dunno. He seems to have a thing for his long hair..." I shrugged.

"He looks cool..." He uttered. "But, where are you? Are you hiding underground too?"

"HAH! Hell no! Only YOU can do that!"

"So... you didn't draw you?"

I faced him before glancing back at my horrible drawing then slowly taking it away from him, fiddling on the clip. "I left him and my family. I'm not supposed to be in the picture."

Silence ensued. He seemed to be waiting for me to finish my statement as apparently he didn't understand what I meant.

"You see, I'm here now!" I cheerfully spoke. "I broke free from his clutches for a reason and I have my own life now."

True enough. I'm here for a reason. I'm here to carry out my life-changing mission for the good of all.

"I still don't get why do you hate him that much, but okay..." He shrugged.

A few moments of silence ensued before he spoke out. "Will you be leaving me too someday?"

I didn't know how to tell him that I actually would after eventually fulfilling my self-thought mission here. I am here to gain his trust, his respect and affection. I am here to draw out his emotions as it was the only way for him to understand how emotions felt like. It's the only way to reset everything.

"You actually left your family. How much more someone you're not closely related to." He continued.

"You look so tense you needed to relax!" Gramps lifted his glass signalling me to say cheers with him.

"But..."

"There's no poison in it... don't worry." He stated. "I just needed to give you a word..."

I bowed to yield to his order.

"You can not leave your occupation no longer."

I glanced back at him with dread. I know where is this going to. Even though I exactly know no matter what happens, I'll be leaving this place in a month for sure, I just can't defy him. I can't defy Dad, and even Aniki. They are always the authority for me and this time he practically meant business.

"I'll give you a neat offer." He circled his finger around the lip of the goblet.

"How would you like to be the next heir of the Zoldyck family?"

END OF CHAPTER 26