Chapter 12- Eyes so Similar Yet so Different

Soryu's POV.

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"Well if it isn't John Marker our dear, dear beloved friend." My grandfather said with a happy yet a low threatening tone as he glared at the crazy old sleazebag, his eyes promising death and his smile promised the enjoyment in doing so.

I looked to my right where John stood completely frozen as I held my little kitten close to me as she shook in confusion and fear.

"MMmmm...rr...errr...*cough* Mr. Oh, strange to see you he-!"

"Don't play me Marker, I have more impotent things to do than come chasing your useless pathetic ass. I am going to give you one chance to explain yourself Marker and it better be good." My grandfather did everything but spit out his words as he looked at this douche bag in hate and disgust.

John sighed in relief as he opened his mouth but no words came out before another gun shot rang out... Three seconds passed as John finally unfroze and dropped to his knees hard on the rocky concrete ground as blood rushed out of his mouth. I made sure that my little angle didn't see such a sight as I pressed her further into my chest.

John slowly grasped his stomach as blood flooded out of it as he raised his head and look to my grandfather in plea, pain, and anguish but no words came out because we all knew that was useless.

"Time to say good bye Marker, I never really liked you anyways." As he said that with his usual cold mask he shot John perfectly in the middle of his forehead. It was then I noticed that the sweet girl I was holding in my arms was trembling violently and having an anxiety attack. Her breaths were coming in short and cut air, it's like she was shaking from inside out. She wasn't breathing normally and she was so silent about it that I didn't notice until her trembling grew even stronger and much more violently than before. How could I not see this before, I thought that she was just scared but from her level of attack I see now it's much more than that. She looks like she's ready to break any moment, like if someone disturbed her walls any longer or even a scratch... she'd forever be a broken child.

Slowly her short cut breaths got even shorter than before and I didn't know what to do. In all my mafia life I've never witnessed such a mental, emotional, and physical breakdown. Her jewel like eyes slowly lost it's sparkle and became shadow like. It had almost no color even though you could see her purple yet blue eyes clearly. The strong spirit I saw before now gone with the cool wind blowing past us. It's like the wind went through her body and snatched her strong courage filled soul that saved me now is gone and replaced by an empty shell that had cracks of all shapes and sizes. The scratches on it severed as scars each deeper than the other, longer, wider or and even had holes. Many holes and one is like a black hole and it's different from your normal black hole.

This one is Large and taking up and circling all the negative around her. That black hole was her pupil, and her other pupil was sucking up as much hope as it could and is searching for something, ...anything to assure it's owner that there is hope in the world. But each and every time seems to be a fail because those black holes seem to be filled with something bitter... Salt is bitter and she has seemed to have face many bitter humans and her innocent young life. Too sour for my tastes.

And now that bitterness of her eyes is filling her eyes like none before. Apparently those black holes of hers can only take so much of it. It starts to cloud her now no longer star like eyes and become misty as she shakes. Her eyes seem to become refocused and seem very calm besides her tear filled eyes. She looks confused more than ever as she slowly, but not smoothly, looks down on her hands as they trembled more violently than her body. She looked like a broken child who didn't understand what was going on nor what was happening. She appeared genuinely confused, her head slowly turned toward me stopping short every two seconds with her eyes glued on her hands.

When she could finally tear her hands away from them, they had question in them. As she opened her mouth to speak she was cut short and bitter tears flowed out of her eyes like a waterfall and she grew pale. As her shaking got worse so did her breathing, the short cut air was now slowly stopping. But not in a good way, it wasn't until my grandfather pressed her pressure point and she fell unconscious that then, her breathing slowly returned to normal. I sat there frozen not knowing what to do, what happened? How did it happen? When did it start? Why didn't I notice before? When did my grandfather come close to us? How was my focus swayed? When was it swayed?... What is going on? ...What happened? I didn't noticed my grandfather shouting my name until he started shaking me...hard.

"SORYU!...SON!" I looked over my shoulder startled only to see my old man looking worried and even more tired than before. "Are you alright son?"

"...Yes, I'm sorry grandfather I was...I..."I looked down at the girl who did things to me that I have never done before. It was like her eyes where telling me, no screaming at me, they were pleading for help. And I understood what they were saying, but not by words by emotions. I was never one or am I one for that, but hers... her eyes were bearing to me... howling at me for help and freedom of pain. It was so confusing yet I could understand it so perfectly. But not perfectly enough to put it into detailed words.

"...Who is she son?" My grandfathers voice came in a quite but loud to hear just for the both of us.

I knew that I shouldn't be feeling this but, "She saved my life and, I...I fell in love with her grandfather."

He looked started that's for sure but then he did something I did not expect him to do. He smiled at me then looked down at her... "Hahaha, your growing up faster then I thought you would hahahaha!" I started blushing which isn't very often and of course when my grandfather saw that... He turned hysterical.

"GAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAH! Oh my sweet guns, ahahahha who would have thought that my boy would grow up so soon!" He was honestly enjoying this WAYYYY to much for his own good! Like come on! His is a MAFIA BOSS for crying out loud!...*sigh* I just hope HE isn't here right now. But then again HE did come with us.

I slowly looked up all the while BEGGING to whatever god or lord or whatever kind or person is powerful enough to make HIM not appear in front of me. But OF COURSE THAT'S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN! In front of me is none other than my friend that always seems to have a way of controlling me.

The one and only...*sigh* why me?...Eisuke Ichinomiya. He stood not six feet way with his arms crossed as he looked down at us with a that cocky smile on his face.

"Heh... you were just wishing I wasn't here right now, isn't that right Soryu?" His voice came out as his usual proud and "you can't win against me face".

I just glared at him silently then looked toward my grandfather who was looking at my baby girl with a serious thoughtful look. "Soryu... does this girl look familiar to you in anyway?"

Well now that his mentioned it... she does look a bit like uncle Satoru. Uncle Satoru was like a father like figure for me though the Ice Dragons have been friends with the Red Eyed Dragons for decades we were never blood related. And uncle Satoru and I always thought of each other as a family but closer than just being friends with the mafia for as long as they could remember. But we never really said so out loud, I thought that he might not see it that way...it'd be like I'm taking his child's place that he had to sacrifice.

He never really spoke of that child very much but when he did, his usual cold cloudy face changed and he had a bright smile on his face. Fathe-...I mean uncles eyes changed like he had no care in the world, it always glowed with a new fire and you could just feel the warmth of his eyes that became so bright and cheerful, it was like he was a completely different man. Like he was one of those fathers you see playing in the park with his children, his only care, love and hope was for that child laughing joylessly in front of him and he with that child. His smile changed his cool blooded face so much that you'd never recognize him even if he walked into a room filled with the mafia and with him being so well known... you'd never know it's him. You could just feel the love in his heart every time you seem him like that. It was like there was soo much that you couldn't help but feel it pouring out of him. And I've felt that love pouring out of him and I just couldn't help but wonder who that child was to turn one of the most terrifying people on earth into a soft teddy bear.

But then... that sweet gentle smile of his didn't last so long... it always changed into a bittersweet smile as his eyes narrowed and looked so.. so... lost.. lonely.. hurt... pain filled.. and so so so much more but... Every time I saw that it felt like I could feel what he is feeling. My chest always grew very heavy yet like a hot mist burning my lungs and chest that added to to heaviness in my heart... or should I say his. His eyes just froze with unseen tears and anguish, but there was nothing I could do. Even though I always wanted to reach out and just...*sigh* He always went back to normal and just smile at me and ruffle my hair and say 'make sure you grow up stronger than your grandfather and I so that you could protect your loved ones kid, trust me you'd really want that' and walk away. I never really understood because he'd always switch up his words. But he'd always use the words Stronger, Protect, and Loved Ones... Poor uncle Satoru must have lost his loved ones to make such a sad face every time...

But this girl... she had a very similar face to uncle Satoru, especially her sad one. They both seem to have the same loneliness in their eyes. His eyes start shining beautifully as hers is when he thinks about her and her eyes start becoming misty and shadow like as his when she's in pain. They have similar eye color too when you look deep into her eyes and his eyes. They have this rare goldish brown surrounding there pupils, its not noticeable at first but when you take a closer look its in there mixing with the other colors of the iris, almost like camouflage.

I look toward my grandfather thinking he might be noticing the same thing as me, but I was greeted by shock. ...I assume that I was right... this broken angel is the daughter and heir to one of the most dangerous and powerful mafia's in the family known as the Red Eyed Dragons and daughter of one of the most wanted and most hunted down man... Satoru Isaka...