Hello!
How are you doing?
I hope you are doing great!
Thank God! I am still alive!
-DISCLAIMER: -I don't own DC (Detective Conan) Aoyama Gosho owns it. Only the OC Characters and some of the story parts are by me.
Chapter 15: Old Homeland
*At the Airport Entrance*
Laughter echoed through the airport entrance as Masumi found herself at the mercy of Kitsune's playful tickles. Layan, unable to contain her amusement, joined in the merriment. Amidst Masumi's futile attempts to catch Kitsune, she couldn't help but exclaim, "Oh God, this is so funny!"
Suddenly, Layan sensed Ali's gaze upon her and, with a chuckle, intervened, "Kitsune, please stop. You might hurt her if you continue." Kitsune obediently ceased its antics and instead playfully nuzzled Layan's hand, eliciting a giggle from Masumi.
"Such a tiny thing, yet so full of energy and charm," Masumi remarked between laughs, to which Layan nodded in agreement, stroking the small robot affectionately. Drawing closer to Masumi, Layan urged her to give Kitsune a try.
With a hint of hesitation, Masumi inquired, "What will happen if I pet it?"
"Only one way to find out," Layan replied, her eyes twinkling with excitement. As Masumi tentatively reached out to pet Kitsune, the tiny robot emitted a soft whine, causing Masumi's eyes to light up with delight. "It's so cute!" she exclaimed, captivated by the endearing little robot before her.
As Ali tapped away on his phone, a sense of unease crept over him, wary of prying eyes capturing his every move. Annoyed by the intrusion of privacy, he swiftly kept his cyber mask on for protection.
While navigating through his contacts, a missed call notification from an unknown number caught Ali's attention, sparking bewilderment. "That's odd," he pondered, his gaze fixed intently on the screen. Curiosity piqued, he decided to investigate further by dialing the mysterious number, only to be met with an enigmatic message displayed on the screen:
# From +-. -... ...-
Foxtrot Mike Oscar Victor Echo + .- -..
EPOU CF , 135-0063. #
Ali's initial shock soon gave way to a mischievous grin concealed beneath his mask. "Let's play along a little," he mused, crafting a cryptic response: # XXXXXXXXXXX.# with a sly press of the send button.
"This should do the work." Satisfied with his subtle retaliation, Ali shifted his focus to the twins, unaware of Mary's discreet observance of his actions.
Mary, intrigued by the peculiar message and the hint of a Gulf connection indicated by the '+' symbol, deduced the region code significance. "Most Gulf countries use the prefix +9 for their numbers," she surmised, her gaze lingering on Ali as he made his way towards the teenagers, "But from where exactly?" her curiosity piqued as to the exact origin of the mysterious communication. With a thoughtful expression, she tucked the note into her pocket, her gaze fixed on Ali's retreating figure.
"Lilo, " Ali called out, and Layan and Masumi raised their heads in unison, their gaze shifting towards Ali." Where is your brother?" Ali inquired.
"Over there," Layan gestured behind Ali. As Ali approached Omar, the rhythmic motion of Omar's head caught his attention, prompting a tap on the shoulder.
"What do you want?" Omar sighed, removing his headphones. Ali's response was swift, "How did you know it was me?"
"From your heavy footsteps."
"Apologies for my heavy steps," Ali retorted, his eyebrow twitching.
Omar, unfazed, questioned Ali's purpose, "What do you want?" his tone tinged with boredom "I am listening to the broadcast. "
Perplexed by Omar's nonchalant demeanor, Ali raised an eyebrow. "And the head movements?"
"To find a solution for your idiotic attitude."
"W-What did you say?" Asked Ali between his gritted teeth,
"Got a problem?" Omar replied, engrossed in his phone, provoking Ali's frustration. Tension mounted between the brothers, with Ali on the verge of confrontation until someone intervened,
"Now hold it you two," Hassan suddenly shoved between the siblings, "Don't fight in front of the airport, and just for your information, people are staring at us ."
As the weight of the onlookers' stares settled upon them, Ali surrendered, accepting Hassan's words with a sense of defeat. "Fine, for now." Ali conceded, shooting a meaningful glance at Omar before turning away. Hassan let out a weary sigh and turned to Omar, inquiring, "When will you two put an end to this constant bickering?" He adjusted his fedora as he spoke.
With a stern expression, Omar replied, "When he decides to broaden his perspective a bit." Hassan's shoulders slumped at the response, and he muttered, "I suppose that means 'never'." Frustrated, he instructed Omar, "Come help me with the bags; there are quite many ."
"Of course," Omar trailed behind him, curiosity getting the better of him. "Where did you get that fedora?" he asked, eyeing the hat with interest.
Hassan's face lit up at the question. "Do you like it?" he asked eagerly.
"It's horrible for a person like you," Hassan's grin faltered as Omar continued, "You look more like a character from the Mafia."
"My mom got it for me, thinking it would be a cool accessory." A pang of dread struck Omar when Hassan mentioned, "And she picked out 'some clothes' for you and Lilo."
Wide-eyed, Omar implored, "Please don't tell me she bought…" His words trailed off as he saw Hassan chuckle, giving him a playful shrug. "Sorry bro, I couldn't stop her," Hassan admitted. "My fashion sense is officially ruined," Omar lamented, eliciting laughter from Hassan.
As Ali made his way back to Layan, he called out to her firmly, using her nickname, "Lilo." Layan turned towards Ali, a quizzical expression on her face, prompting him to gesture for her to follow him.
Walking a few steps away, Ali broke the news to her, "They have arrived," but noticed the absence of his sister's footsteps. Turning back, he was met with the sight of Layan wearing a sorrowful expression, resembling a sad baby face.
"Does this mean we have to leave?" Layan's voice carried a tinge of melancholy. "We haven't spent much time with them," she added, a hint of regret in her tone.
Ali sighed, lowering himself to her eye level, and spoke softly, "I'm sorry, Lilo, but you know we can't linger here for too long. You already know the situation, don't you" Layan's disappointment was palpable in her demeanor.
"All right," Layan acquiesced, her gaze fixed on the ground. Her hat shielded her amber eyes as she requested, "Let me say goodbye to her, please?"
Ali nodded in agreement, cautioning her, "Of course, but make it brief."
Approaching Masumi with a heavy heart, Layan poked her gently with a sad smile, "I'm sorry, my friend," she began. "It seems we must leave now."
"Oh," Masumi blinked in surprise, expressing, "You haven't been here for long." She, too, felt a pang of sadness at the thought of the twins departing; they had shared many joyful moments together, and it was a first for Masumi to have friends.
" Placing a comforting hand on Masumi's shoulder, Layan reassured her, "Don't worry, my friend." Masumi gazed at her with a somber expression as Layan continued, "We have some obligations to attend to." Layan paused, then added, "Once we're finished, we'll come back to visit you, all right?" She halted as she noticed Masumi attempting to convey something important.
Initially hesitant, Masumi struggled to find the words, grappling with the desire to keep her family's secret concealed from Layan. Meanwhile, Layan sensed that Masumi wished to share something about their family situation. The question remains, how did Layan come to know about it?
*Back On Mary's house*
Layan felt an urgent need to reach the bathroom before the medicine's effects kicked in. Swiftly passing the guest room like a whisper, she unintentionally caught snippets of a conversation between Ali and Mary.
"Well," Ali began, taking a sip of his tea before posing a seemingly innocuous question, "Are they still lingering around you?"
Mary's gaze bore into Ali with disdain, prompting his hasty defense, "What's the harm in my inquiry?"
Ali caught off guard, raised his hands in surrender, "It's nothing, Mary. I'm just ensuring everything is proceeding smoothly."
Mary arched an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in her voice as she teased, "He asked you, didn't he?"
"You've got me," Ali admitted, a sheepish smile playing on his lips as he divulged, "He requested files regarding your husband and details about the 'organization'."
Mary's frustration simmered beneath the surface. How could Akai disclose such classified information to an outsider, even if they had some history together? Sensing Mary's unease, Ali, with a hint of reassurance, interjected, "But rest assured, Mrs. Mary, I am well-informed. These ties may lead back to a prominent company with a widespread presence in Russia, Germany, America, and the UK."
"W-What did you say?" Mary's disbelief was palpable. The revelation of the organization's connection to a renowned company left her reeling with unanswered questions. Before she could delve deeper, Ali nonchalantly admitted, "And ...I forgot the company's name."
Mary's frustration bubbled over as she slammed her hand on the table, demanding, "Why are you so careless?!"
Maintaining his composure, Ali confirmed the opposite, "I am not,", and continued "As I mentioned before, it's not safe for you and Masumi to remain here. My advice to you is…"
Layan, torn between curiosity and urgency, couldn't linger to eavesdrop further. Hastily excusing herself for the bathroom, she thought, "I must hurry before it's too late."
The mystery deepened as Mary contemplated Ali's cryptic warning, the implications of his words lingering in the air like a shroud of secrecy.
XXX
A chuckle escaped Layan, drawing Masumi's attention. "What's amusing?" Masumi inquired, intrigued by Layan's demeanor.
"Nothing of importance," Layan replied cryptically, approaching Masumi and enveloping her in a warm embrace.
"I understand your hesitation earlier," Layan began, her voice soft and understanding. "But I have a feeling our paths will cross again…" Her words trailed off as she released Masumi from the embrace.
Masumi, taken aback, blinked in confusion before querying, "How can you be so certain?"
Layan flashed a confident smile, her gaze steady as she gently placed a finger to her lips. "Let's just say I have my methods of uncovering the truth," she concluded with a mysterious wink.
(NOTE: This part may not be suitable for some readers; as It may contain loud voices, bad words, and some blood.)
* Somewhere Else *
In a lavish hall room – that is familiar to the king- adorned with opulence beyond imagination, a fat bald man erupted in fury, his voice thundering through the air, "HOW THE H*LL DID THEY FIND OUT?!" His clenched fist crashed against the gilded chair, the force reverberating through the room. Adorned in ostentatious attire, with layers of jewelry adorning his hands and neck, he exuded an aura of power and wealth.
Amid the chaos, the room filled with rare rocks, gold, and extravagant riches, the man's rage escalated, "CAN'T YOU DO SOMETHING CORRECT FOR AT LEAST ONCE IN LIFE?!" A searing headache gripped him, prompting him to take a drag from his cigarette, exhaling smoke through his flared nostrils and ears in a display of sheer agitation.
His companions, Nixon and Nolan, stood by helplessly, their faces etched with fear. Nixon, trembling, mustered the courage to speak, "S-Sir, please calm down." Meanwhile, Nolan, paralyzed with dread, watched in horror as the situation spiraled out of control.
As Nixon cautiously approached the enraged man, his heart racing with trepidation, he stammered, "T-They possess a powerful spirit. It surpasses even the master's abilities…" His words trailed off as he witnessed the bald man rising menacingly, his looming figure casting a shadow of terror over the hall.
Each heavy step of the bald man sent tremors through the space, causing Nolan to quiver uncontrollably with fear. The room reverberated with a palpable sense of dread, as the brothers shared a bond of apprehension, yet their responses to the looming threat diverged in their contrasting attitudes towards the impending crisis.
" 'They are stronger ' You say..." In a chilling scene of despair and brutality, the fat bald man seized Nixon by the collar, his rage boiling over as he bellowed, "What about that B $tard that I taught him for Fu! #$ 18 Years?!" The tension in the room was palpable as Nixon braced himself for the inevitable backlash.
With a heavy heart, Nixon mustered the courage to confess, "He…got shot…" His words hung heavy in the air as the bald man erupted in a fit of fury, lamenting, "NO MATTER HOW I TRAIN YOU, YOU CAME BACK WITH INJURIES INSTEAD OF SUCCESS! " A violent blow to Nixon's jaw shattered his facade, revealing a glimpse of his broken smile amidst his damaged mask. Nixon's completed black eyes turned around until they met Nolan's. Nixon's broken mask showed part of his smiled yet broken teeth before the bald guy grabbed him again,
Amidst the chaos, Nolan watched in horror as his beloved brother endured a merciless assault, his heart heavy with helplessness. The bald man's tirade continued, "I TAUGHT YOU MAGIC, AND SKILLS AND TOOK CARE OF YOU. I SHOWED YOU HOW TO BECOME SUCCESSFUL. I TOOK CARE OF YOU AND THAT F #$ING B $TARD FOR MORE THAN 40 YEARS." Spoke the fat guy as he threw punches at Nixon's body and face, breaking his mask even more, "I WANTED YOU TO BECOME MY FOLLOWERS, AND I GAVE YOU THIS SIMPLE REQUEST, and what do I take in return?... FAILS ...FAILS...FAILS...AND ONLY FAILS!" The fat guy slammed Nixon onto the ground. Raising his feet in fury, he stepped over Nixon's tiny body, causing Nixon to choke out greenish blood. The bald guy grabbed Nixon's collar again facing him with rage,
" YOU MUST BE GRATEFUL THAT I TOOK YOU TWO FROM THE SIDEWALK BEFORE YOU BECOM A ROTTENED CORPSE," He hissed between his gritted teeth while Nixon's broken form lay crumpled on the ground, a testament to the cruelty of his mentor's retribution, "FIND SOMETHING BETTER THAN PLAYING AROUND, YOU F #$ING FREAK! BEFORE I MAKE YOU THE NEXT FEAST TO MY HUNGRY DOGS!" The room fell into a tense silence, broken only by the harsh breaths of the combatants and the interrupted dark call,
"And you..." As the bald man's gaze shifted towards Nolan, who shivered with fear,
"Prepare your Deathwish." Nolan's lips were locked up, not able to speak a word, but his legs quivered as he staggered towards his wounded brother, a trembling whisper escaping his lips,
"Ni-Nix-xon-n!" His voice quivered with fear, "H-H-H-Hang i-i-in The-er, b-b-big brother! I-It w-won't ta-ake time." his hands shaking as he attempted to focus his wavering energy. With eyes squeezed shut, a desperate plea echoed in his mind, "Please work. Please work. Please work."
A flicker of emerald light erupted from Nolan's hand, cascading through Nixon's body in a shimmering display of hope,"I-It's working!" before joy could take hold, the bald man's wrath pierced the moment, his voice a thunderous roar that shattered the fragile peace.
"How dare you ignore me, you freak?!" the bald man's enraged voice boomed, sending a chill down Nolan's spine. Trembling with fear, Nolan continued to channel his healing energy, refusing to succumb to the tyrant's intimidation.
"SPEAK UP, YOU F #$ING COWARD!" the bald man's voice reverberated through the room, demanding submission. In a moment of courage fueled by desperation, Nolan found his voice, defiantly facing the source of his torment.
"Y-You are the c-coward." Nolan's words slipped out unconsciously, a daring challenge to the oppressive figure looming over them. Enraged by Nolan's defiance, the bald man's fury intensified, his menacing presence casting a shadow over the room. "WHAT DID YOU SAY?!"
"I w-won't repeat m-my words...J-Jackson..." Nolan's voice quivered with a mix of fear and determination as he unraveled the truth, "Y-You didn't even take us from the street. You came asking for witches' help, and they gave you us for a short time."
Nolan managed to hold his fear as his confidence grew, saying "You didn't even s-stay at your promise to them, and they s-stabbed us from our backs, throwing us to f-face a... f-fat moron guy ...l-like you-" With each revelation, the air grew heavy with tension, the bald man's laughter a chilling echo of malice.
"I SEE THAT YOU HAVE GRANTED YOUR DEATH WISH!" Jackson's voice dripped with malevolence, his twisted grin sending shivers down Nolan's spine. With a sinister edge to his tone, he issued a chilling ultimatum, plunging the room into darkness. "Be ready to meet your brother, Nolan."
As Jackson's massive form hurtled towards them, the ground quaked beneath his weight, a harbinger of impending doom. Tears streamed down Nolan's face as he clung to his last shreds of hope, a sense of foreboding creeping over him.
"Please," Nolan's plea hung in the air, a desperate plea for salvation as he braced for the inevitable collision. "Don't let go." With a heavy heart, he closed his eyes, resigned to whatever fate awaited them in the depths of the looming darkness. And so it seemed to be the end… in his imagined nightmare,... of course.
In the blink of an eye, Nolan sensed a whirlwind of energy swirling around him, accompanied by a deafening crash and a sharp cry of pain that echoed through the room. Jackson's agonized wails filled the air, drawing Nolan's attention as he continued to focus on healing his brother. Relief flooded Nolan as he beheld Nixon's nearly restored form, a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos.
Unaware of the approaching figure, Nolan was startled by a voice behind him, "We promised that we wouldn't be late." Turning, he caught sight of a mysterious figure with amethyst eyes, who lowered his mask to reveal a sheepish grin.
"Phew! Good thing we made it in time," the figure chuckled, introducing himself as 'Phonex Hunter.' Nolan's surprise was evident as he greeted the newcomer with a mix of astonishment and gratitude.
"Phonex Hunter!" Nolan exclaimed, his eyes wide with wonder. "Glad to meet you!"
"Same here, short guy," 'Phonex Hunter' quipped, playfully teasing Nolan,
"Hey!" Nolan pouted as he tried to concentrate on healing his brother,
'Phonex Hunter' shrugged defending himself as he said, " Just kidding, young one."
"Then D-Don't repeat it!"
"Fine, Chill out." Phoenix Hunter as they shared a moment of levity amidst the turmoil. Ignoring Jackson's cries of pain, they engaged in a lighthearted exchange, their banter a brief respite from the chaos unfolding around them.
As Max approached Jackson, the atmosphere grew tense, the criminal's gaze locking with Max's amber eyes. Jackson's madness seeped through his words as he lashed out in defiance, his pain-fueled rage bubbling to the surface.
"You,…" Jackson's voice trembled with malice, "YOU MUST BE DEAD! HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE?! WE'VE MADE SURE THAT TAGAKA ERASED YOU!" Despite his attempts to rise, Jackson's efforts were met with searing pain, his cries reverberating through the room,
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"
Jackson, AKA The Bloody Vampire," Max declared, his voice stern as he prepared to apprehend the criminal. "You are under arrest."
Trying to act as a super psycho villain, Jackson drew an evil smile between his moans and asked, "W-What the matter? MAX~?" He goads the 'robot' with veiled threats. "Aren't you afraid of me to run away?"
##No need to worry about that.## Said prompted as he tapped his phone, ## If Lifting yourself is too hard for you, how can you even run? Besides, If you tried to run, you would be nothing other than a bag of fat wobbling around.## Jackson heard Phonex Hunter and Nolan's laugh, turning Jackson's face red,
"How dare you to say such a thing!? AHHHHH!" Jackson's facade crumbled as agony wracked his body, his bravado giving way to a torrent of pain and defeat. It seems that he had broken his arm as he tried to fall, and other bones in his body.
In the face of Jackson's suffering, Max stood firm, his resolve unshaken as he prepared to deliver the criminal into the hands of justice.##The detectives will have a long conversation with you. ##
Jackson's bravado crumbled in the face of impending doom, his fear of the galaxy detectives consuming him. Aware of their unparalleled power, he pleaded for mercy, his voice trembling with desperation as he begged for a reprieve. "W-Wait Please.*NGh!*...L-Listen to me..."
Seeing Jackson's unprecedented vulnerability, Nolan was taken aback by the stark contrast to the tyrant he had known. 'Phonex Hunter' observed Nolan's astonishment and inquired,
"First time?" 'Phonex Hunter' asked and Nolan mumbled,
"In my whole life, I haven't seen him acting like that barking creature that lives in the human's land," Nolan explained,
"You mean dogs?"
"No, they are younger, and earth people call them cute."
Phoenix Hunter thought and then exclaimed happily, "Aha! you mean puppies? Right?"
"Y-Yeah!" Nolan replied with the same happy power as Phonex Hunter, "That's the one!" Causing Phonex Hunter to laugh. They were interrupted As Jackson's cries for mercy grew more frantic, his attempts to flee were futile, his own body betraying him in his moment of desperation. Max's approach only heightened Jackson's terror, his glowing eyes and the mysterious cube in his hand instilling a primal fear in the criminal's heart,
"P-Please anything other than these detectives! I will behave. I won't use dark magic. I won't kill anyone. I will stay in the earth's prison for the rest of my life, but Please...Please! Just spare me from them! Please!" Jackson's pleas rang through the room, his tears starkly contrasting to his former cruelty. But as his cries faded into the void, his fate was sealed.
With a steely gaze and unwavering resolve, Max confronted Jackson, his silent fury a force to be reckoned with,
## You should have done that Earlier, Bloody Vampire.## And threw the cube near Jackson. Brandishing the glowing cube, Max delivered a final verdict, condemning the criminal to a fate worse than death,
"NO! PLEASE !" Jackson grabbed the cube trying to turn it off. To his luck, this kind of cube doesn't respond to any fingerprints unless a high Galaxy Agent Rank – like Max- can adjust it. Jackson's fear grew as he saw lightings coming out from the cube, and running through his body,
"HO-" In a blinding flash of light, Jackson's form disintegrated into shimmering blue chips, his final cries for help lost in the void.
"Woah," Nolan exclaimed, his astonishment palpable in the aftermath. Turning to Phonex Hunter, he inquired eagerly, "You guys do that all the time?"
Phoenix Hunter thought momentarily and replied, "Depends on the culprit."
Meanwhile, Nixon stirred, awakening from his ordeal. Confusion clouded Nixon's mind as he rubbed his head, prompting Nolan to embrace his brother tightly, tears of relief streaming down his face.
"Brother!" Nolan choked out, his emotions overflowing. "You're alive!"
Caught off guard by Nolan's emotional display, Nixon relented, "Yeah, yeah, I'm still alive. Can you let go now?"
"Nah, ya freaked the heck out of me!" Nolan retorted playfully, clinging to his brother in a mix of relief and lingering fear.
Rolling his eyes, Nixon sighed, "Oh, God give me patience." Nolan released him, earning a quizzical look from Nixon, who watched as Nolan approached Phonex Hunter, gratitude shining in his eyes.
"Thank you for saving us, Mr. Phonex Hunter." "Thank you for saving us, Mr. Phonex Hunter," Nolan expressed sincerely, bowing his head in a gesture of respect, "As I made the promise with you on that day, I will become your minion for the rest of my life."
Phoenix Hunter chuckled softly, lifting Nolan's head and dispelling his offer of servitude. "Hey, hey. It is not a big deal. You don't have to bow to me." he reassured Nolan, "Besides, you two are free to go."
Nolan stared at him blankly. He thought that he needed to clear his ears, and it was true, he had to clean it,
"What did you say?" Nolan asked untrusting his big ears,
"He says we are free to go, you dummy." Nixon repeated the words as he placed his hand on his brother's shoulder, "Thanks for your selfishness. We are free from slavery, HEY!-" Nixon's breath almost cutted as Nolan squeezed him in a hug, "WE ARE FREE BROTHER ! WE ARE FREE FINALLY!"
Nolan's river tears were unstoppable, but Nixon didn't fight to let go. He knows that Nolan still has the memory of the death of their parents, and Nolan isn't old enough to realize that. He sighed and returned the hug, saying,
"Yes, Nolan, we are," Nixon whispered with a single tear falling over his cheeks. As Nixon comforted his younger brother, the weight of their shared past and the memory of their parents' tragedy lingered in the air. Despite their newfound freedom, the scars of their past remained, a reminder of the hardships they had endured together.
Phonex Hunter, witnessing this poignant moment, smiled warmly and discreetly stepped away, allowing the siblings a moment of solace in each other's company, marking the beginning of a new chapter in their lives.
As he made his way towards Max, Jassem found his thoughts consumed by memories of Nixon and Nolan's bond. A sense of familiarity nagged at him, prompting him to ponder, "D #n, they are familiar with someone I know, but who?"
Lost in contemplation, Jassem was startled by the joyful antics of a young child bouncing around like a happy bunny, showing Layan's childish face . The air crackled with innocence and delight as Layan hailed him, "Brother Jassem!" Layan called happily as she ran to hug him, "You are the best!"
"Jassem I am talking to you!" Amidst the innocent chaos, Omar, Layan's counterpart in age, approached Jassem with a solemn request, "Please teach me how to protect my sister! Biggest Brother!"
Omar yelled as he bowed his head to Jassem who was surprised by Omar's actions, "I want to keep Layan safe as same as you saved her today!"
"Omar, you little...!" Jassem was taken aback by Omar's earnest plea and attempted to dissuade him from bowing, but Omar stood tall, changing his features to another figure.
Jassem's gaze locked with a mysterious figure, the towering figure cloaked in shadows materialized before them, his presence commanding attention and stirring a primal fear within Jassem. Clad in a long black coat and a suit as dark as the night, the man bore a scar on his right temple, a mark of battles fought and mysteries untold. Jassem's gaze faltered as the man's piercing amber-purple eyes, and the figure's strange side smirk bore into his soul, leaving an indelible imprint before dissipating into a haze of dust. Leaving him in the quiet place with Jassem's deep breaths.
A soft chuckle pierced the lingering silence, drawing Jassem's attention to a striking teenage girl, her ethereal beauty tinged with an air of mystique. Her eyes, a mesmerizing blend of purple and amber, held within them secrets untold, while a thunderous scar etched a path of intrigue across her delicate features. Clad in a dark amethyst suit adorned with golden plant motifs, she exuded an aura of enigmatic allure that captivated Jassem's gaze.
In a moment fraught with uncertainty, Jassem confronted the enigmatic girl, seeking answers to the mysteries that entwined their fates.
"You again?" His words were close to a whisper, but he plugged up the courage and asked, "W-What do you want from me? You have been coming into my mind since my sibling's accident."
The girl let out a chuckle as she spoke, "We want to help you." Jasem's concern grew as he asked, " Could it be that You're my siblings from the future?"
The girl swung her index finger right and left as she answered, "Tsk Tsk Tsk. You might be a little bit correct, but the answer is still wrong as usual, Jassem. You have to practice more."
He had enough, he moaned annoyed as he asked, "Then what are you?"
She chuckled again as she tried to annoy him, "Can't tell you~, " Her cryptic responses only deepened the enigma, leaving Jassem to grapple with the shadows of the past and the enigmatic allure of the present. The girl drew a warm smile as she placed her index finger at her mouth, saying, " Because this is our little secret." As she vanished into the ether with a mischievous wink, Jassem, now known as Phoenix Hunter, clenched his hand in silent resolve,
"Another imagination, but it's alright " Trying to hide his nostalgia, He adjusted his fedora and walked to Max, "My siblings think I am dead, so they might have forgotten me anyway," He managed to calm the storm in his mind when he finally reached Max. Phoenix Hunter informed Max, Saying,
"That black wolf ran away, again." Said Phonex Hunter to Max who was busy on his phone,
##That black wolf is a human used some magic to become a 'wolf like ' creature.## Max corrected for Phoenix Hunter with his usual robotic tune,
"I knew it." Mumbled Phonex Hunter under his breath as he clenched his hands. He opened his mouth to speak, but Max was faster to start,
## You came late.## Max notified as he gazed at Phonex Hunter at the side of his eye, realizing Phonex Hunter's annoyance in his body language. Means that Phonex's Hunter is hiding something from him.
Phoenix Hunter didn't apologize as usual, but said, "I was busy."
## In what busy?## Phoenix Hunter instantly said, "Things." And Max grabbed Phonex Hunter's Collar and asked again, ##In What busy?##
Phoenix Hunter adjusted his throat and said," I will repeat it clearly, I was busy in Things."
##Non-sence in arguing with you. ## Max Let go of Phonex Hunter with a push while Phonex managed to regain his balance. Max looked at Phonex Hunter with the side of his eye, and coldly asked,
##Did you heard of a code name called Sherry?##
Phoenix Hunter raised his head blinking twice before asking, "Isn't that the name of a beer?"
Max gazed forward as he noted, ##It seems that you are a fool to understand these sorts of things,##
Phoenix Hunter's eye twitched while saying, "Well, sorry for being one; I was just following your steps,"
To Phonex Hunter's surprise, Max didn't chase him as usual, but said instead,##I will let it pass this time, but until I find that b#stard, Be ready for our next mission. Kareem will be here in no time.## Max's voice rang out, echoing through the corridors as he vanished into the darkness, leaving Phoenix to ponder the mysteries that lay ahead.
Phoenix Hunter felt nervous as he ran his hand through his hair. He remembered how distant Max could be towards these unknown people. He couldn't figure out why Max was so fixated on them. Max would appear out of nowhere every time he tried to learn more about them, making it hard for Phoenix to investigate.
Phoenix sought answers from his father, hoping for clarity, but his father dismissed his concerns, claiming they were all in Phoenix's imagination. Phoenix started to suspect that his father's enemies were connected to Max's past, given his father's involvement in creating Max long ago.
As Phoenix grappled with these thoughts, he couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. As Phoenix pondered Max and the strangers, confusion clouded his thoughts, leaving him with more questions than answers. The mystery only deepened, adding to his uncertainty.
However, his worries faded as he watched two small creatures, laughing and bickering like siblings. Seeing their simple joy reminded Phoenix of his own struggles and the harsh reality of living in a country torn by cyber warfare.
"Well," He thought, with a small smile crept across his face, hidden behind his mask. " Saving a Twin sole is also considered an achievement."
XXX
"Mommy?" Hakima turned to her daughter, Layan, who gazed up at her with curiosity. "Yes, my dear?" Hakima replied, her voice soft and comforting.
"For how long do you know Mrs. Mary?" Layan's question about Mrs. Mary sparked a flood of memories in Hakima's mind. She looked down at her hand, a small smile playing on her lips as she began to recount the tale, "We have known each other since we were young" she started, her voice carrying a hint of nostalgia. "We used to be neighbors and I was the oldest one between them."
"What did you mean by 'them'?" Layan's next question caught Hakima off guard, "Did she have a sibling? Brother or sister?"
Ali and Hassan, knowing the whole story, maintained silence, determined not to bring any trouble to their mother. Revealing even a single detail about Akai's family could reach their arch-enemy and stir up a hornet's nest. The tension in the car was palpable as it weaved through the bustling streets of Tokyo.
"Well," Hakima began, but Ali's apprehension was evident. He focused on driving safely while eagerly awaiting his mother's response, "She did have a sibling once, but tragically, they passed away at a young age due to illness."
Layan's heart went out to Mrs. Mary at the revelation, "That must have been so tough for her."
Hakima placed a comforting hand on Layan's shoulder as she continued, "Indeed, that's why I've been like a sister to her ever since."
"You're truly amazing, Mommy!" Layan exclaimed with joy, as Hakima's smile warmed her heart. Meanwhile, Ali breathed a sigh of relief, and Hassan, noticing Omar's unwavering gaze on Ali, thought to himself, "That fool. I've warned him countless times about his reckless behavior." Hassan resolved to give Ali a much-needed lesson on maintaining composure in tense situations and managing anger, realizing that Ali's suspicious nature needed addressing.
Layan, more concerned with her mother's melancholy expression than the tension in the air, pondered how to bring a smile to Hakima's face. The problem is...What does Hakima like?
She opened her mouth to share the idea but stopped. Just as she was about to share her idea, but retake it back; It seemed that she needed to think about it later, because Ali's voice was like a scissor that cut her thoughts, "Aha!"
Turning to the others, Ali announced, "We have arrived at our destination!"
Layan lifted her gaze to peer out of the car window, greeted by the sight of a grand mansion. A blend of traditional Japanese and modern American architecture, the house exuded elegance. The winding driveway, adorned with roses and trees, added a touch of charm to the surroundings, causing Layan's eyes to sparkle with delight.
As they arrived at the grand entrance of the house, Layan's attention was immediately drawn to the butler waiting for them. His white, pirate-like mustache and round glasses stirred up a mix of blurred memories, leaving her feeling uneasy. Sensing her daughter's discomfort, Hakima gently inquired, "Are you alright, darling?"
Layan hesitated for a moment before pointing towards the butler in the distance. With a hushed tone, she expressed, "That person over there gives me the creeps." Hakima followed her daughter's gaze and recognized the butler, sparking some annoyance within her. "That man," she thought to herself, "I thought my uncle had sent him away." Chuckling softly, Hakima realized that her daughter was starting to emulate even her mannerisms. Placing a reassuring hand on Layan's shoulder, she comforted her, "Do not worry, Layan. If you feel uncomfortable, your brothers will accompany you and stay close by."
Relieved, Layan exhaled and agreed, "Yes, please. That would be more secure and comforting."
Suddenly, a stern voice from the front seat caught both Hakima and Layan off guard. It was Hassan, speaking with a dark tone, "And I will break his hand and jaw if he even thinks of laying a hand on you." He reassured them, "No one will dare to harm you as long as we are here, even if it means becoming enemies of the world."
Layan chuckled at her brother's protective nature, "It's not a big deal, brother," she said, waving her hand dismissively. "This feeling comes and goes," Ali interjected, emphasizing the importance of trusting one's instincts. "Human senses are invaluable, Layan," Ali remarked from the car's mirror, "They often save lives. That's why you must always stay alert."
Ali interjected, emphasizing the importance of trusting one's instincts. "Human senses are invaluable, Layan," Ali remarked from the car's mirror, "They often save lives. That's why you must always stay alert."
Omar chimed in, echoing his brother's sentiments. He turned to Hakima with a serious expression, reminding her, "These words apply to you as well, mother." Omar's intense gaze reflected his father's wisdom, "You and Layan are the heart and mind that binds our family together."
Hakima couldn't help but chuckle at her son's maturity, "Ohhh," Hakima said pinching his cheek affectionately, "My boy has grown up."
"Mom, I am 15 now." Omar Bordley pleased,
"Oh, my apology," Hakima replied with a side smirk, "But The monkey in his mother's eyes is a deer, you know." Causing everyone to burst out laughing, including Omar who almost smashed his head at the window from laughter...or maybe from shyness?
Inside the elegant house, a figure stood by the expansive window, watching as the car drew closer. His gaze then shifted to his messy office, where his fedora hat sat on the desk, his suit jacket draped over the couch, and his glasses resting on the cabinet.
The room seemed chaotic after the sudden appearance of the Kanata family members on the TV, with a flurry of calls from relatives, friends, and various channels adding to the commotion.
Despite not having the right to inquire, he felt compelled to understand why his long-lost son's family was making headlines, especially when his grandchildren were involved. With his hands clasped behind his back, he quietly redirected his attention to the approaching car.
"Thamer-sama," his butler spoke up, unable to conceal his concern, "You haven't slept in days." Worried lines creased the butler's face as he urged his employer to rest.
Thamer, the elderly man, raised an eyebrow calmly in response. "So?" he retorted with a bored tone, "I've been waiting for this important conversation, and they are already six days late."
The butler, stood respectfully before him, sensing the gravity of the situation as he said, "But you need to have some rest first, so you can concentrate on their talk." the words hung in the air, emphasizing the importance of Thamer's well-being before engaging in any discussions. Feeling the strain of exhaustion, Thamer sighed in resignation, acknowledging the validity of the butler's concern. "Fine," he conceded, realizing the necessity of being fully awake and alert for the impending conversation.
He heard the butler breathe out happily and asked again, "Ano Thamer -sama?" Thamer raised his head, meeting Katami's gaze with a questioning look. "What is it, Katami-Kun?" he inquired, ready to address the matter at hand.
Without hesitation, Katami, the butler broached the sensitive topic, "What about your grandson's request?" Thamer's expression turned contemplative, his mind navigating through the labyrinth of familial complexities. "Which one?" he mused, raising an eyebrow in curiosity, "I've -gratefully- had so many grandsons."
"H-Hora, that silver-haired one who had an accident a year ago," Katami prompted gently. Thamer's face softened in recognition, "Oh, you mean Jaber?" The butler nodded in affirmation, revealing that Jaber had sent the same request once more, reigniting the dilemma.
Thamer took the phone from Katami, his weathered hand running through his white beard as he perused the messages exchanged between Jaber and the butler. After a moment of deliberation, he reached a decision. "I don't think I can fulfill his request," Thamer declared, passing the phone back to Katami. "Tell him that Thamer rejected your request," he instructed, settling back into his office chair.
"Understood. And what should I tell him if he asks about the reason?"
"Then send a picture of this paper to him just in case he asked. Here, read this to me please." He said as he handed a small paper to him to read. Katami took the paper and started reading,
"I must acknowledge that I do not possess the authority to make such decisions; I am not her legal guardian. Currently, her care rests in the hands of her brothers, and the final decision lies with her as to whether she will agree or not. Given the recent unfortunate incident, I am confident that she will choose to decline. Additionally, she is still undergoing treatment for her ongoing illness.
It is not your place to inquire about the reasons behind this situation. It would be more beneficial for you to concentrate on your own life and studies rather than dwelling on these matters prematurely. Take my word and kindly respond to me when you can, Looking forward to hearing from you.
Warm regards,
-Thamer Kanata"
As Katami finished reading, Thamer leaned forward with a calm yet intrigued expression. "So, how does it sound?" he inquired, eager to gauge Katami's impression.
"It sounds formal, almost British, with a touch of fatherly warmth," Katami remarked, recognizing the care and thoughtfulness behind the words.
"You're quite amazing when you catch my aims from the messages."
Katami with a small smile replied as he bowed, "I appreciate your kind words, Thamer-sama."
Thamer chuckled softly, waving off any formalities. "There is no need to bow for me, Katami-Kun," he insisted, appreciating the butler's dedication.
Katami raised from his bow, saying" Apologies. Thamer- Sama."
Seated once more in his chair, Thamer issued his instructions to Katami. "Now send this message to Jaber and welcome our guests. I'll take a rest."
" Hai, Anything else, Thamer-Sama?" Katami inquired dutifully.
Curiosity piqued, Thamer probed further, "Yeah, who else have we invited?"
"Mr. Kareem's, Kudo's, and Mori's families," Katami responded promptly.
"Give them a warm welcome," Thamer directed. However, his tranquility was disrupted as Katami revealed, "But Ano, Tagaka-san went to welcome them."
Thamer's annoyance surfaced as he recalled Tagaka's tumultuous history with Kareem's family, dating back to an incident twelve years prior that had strained their relationship.
Recent behavior from the butler had raised suspicions in Thamer's mind, leading him to question Tagaka's loyalty and intentions within the household.
Determined to maintain control and oversight, Thamer made a decisive request. "I want you to welcome them; they are not comfortable with that moron," Thamer gestured towards Katami, "and tell Tagaka that it is an order from me."
"As you like, sir," the butler acquiesced before exiting the room and closing the door behind him. Thamer sighed heavily, his gaze lingering on the vacant space. Rising from his chair, he made his way to the sofa, where weariness enveloped him, and he rested his head amidst a whirlwind of memories tugging at his tired mind.
Unbeknownst to Thamer, as he succumbed to sleep, the unfinished Rubik's cube in the room began to emit a soft, mysterious glow, hinting at further intrigue and unfolding mysteries yet to come.
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As they strolled through the quiet hallway, Layan's inquisitive nature again bubbled to the surface. "So your name is…" she began, her words trailing off as she searched for the right words.
"My name is Katami dis. Layan – sama." he supplied with a gentle smile, his voice comforting.
Layan paused, her finger tracing a thoughtful line along her chin. "Your name is familiar," she mused aloud, drawing Omar's attention. With a hint of exasperation, he interjected, "This is the 10th time you've said that, sis," his tone tinged with playful annoyance.
Undeterred, Layan shifted her gaze back to Katami, who stood with a patient demeanor, unruffled by her repeated attempts to place his name. "It's all right. She can take her time to remember who I am," he reassured them with a light chuckle, his kindness evident in his response.
Grateful for his understanding, Layan expressed her appreciation. "You're so nice, sir," she acknowledged, her eyes flickering towards Omar with a mischievous glint. "Unlike some people I know," she added slyly, prompting a mock look of offense from her brother.
Omar, feigning indifference, withdrew his hand from Layan's shoulder and slipped it into his jacket pocket. "Well then, sorry for informing you," he retorted with a hint of playful sarcasm, his demeanor masking a lingering sense of amusement.
As the playful banter continued, "If you're sad, take your time until you please." Layan's teasing words seemed to strike a nerve, causing Omar to gravitate towards Ali, seeking solace in their shared camaraderie.
Sensing the shift in dynamics, Hassan's voice cut through the air, calling out to Layan with a gentle plea. "Layan, could you please come?"
Pausing by Hassan's side, Layan observed his subtle body language, noting a flicker of concern in his widened eyes. Sensing an unspoken message, she met his gaze with a quizzical expression, silently questioning the underlying tension. "Did you sense anything odd?"
Surprised by his question, her reply was by shaking her head. Leaning closer, she whispered in Hassan's ear, "Is there something wrong?"
He didn't answer as he stood up Facing Tagaka who drew a friendly smile asking, "Is there something I can help you with, you two?"
As Tagaka's eyes met Layan's, her heart skipped a beat, causing her mind to bring out unpleasant memories...
"I made the three rats vanish from this universe," she overheard him say through the phone while hidden in the cabinet. "And I will get rid of the last four, but I need more time," he continued, his words sending shivers down Layan's spine as tears streamed down her face, her voice stifled by fear.
"And I will get rid of the last four, but I need more time," the person spoke into the phone, unaware of Layan's presence in the cabinet. Tears welled in Layan's eyes as she fought to stifle her sobs, struggling to maintain her composure in the face of danger.
As the chilling words sank in, Layan realized the identities of the last four individuals mentioned: Hakima, Hassan, Omar, and herself. She understood that she was the primary target, yet the reason for being the final name on the list eluded her, shrouded in mystery and uncertainty.
"Don't worry, boss," the person concluded before turning around, revealing himself to be none other than Tagaka. In a sudden move, his gaze shifted to meet Layan's eyes, causing her heart to skip a beat as she gasped in shock once more...
To finds herself behind Omar, clutching the back of his jacket tightly as he instinctively raises his arm in defense, turning to her and asking, "You okay?"
"Y-Yes," she managed to reply, her voice trembling. Amidst the commotion, she overheard Hassan's voice and peeked out from behind Omar to witness an argument unfolding between him and Tagaka,
"Why do you interfere in our business?" Hassan's tone was icy, his eyebrow arched in suspicion.
"Please don't misunderstand, sir," Tagaka raised both hands in a conciliatory gesture. "I only intended to offer assistance, nothing more." Seeking to diffuse the tension, he added, "I am the chef among the staff here. If you require any help, I am at your service." Tagaka's welcoming smile and bow seemed to unsettle Hassan, prompting him to tense up. The question lingered: Why did the butler seem to restrict their actions? Could there be ulterior motives behind Tagaka's seemingly helpful demeanor?
In an effort to maintain composure, Hassan politely declined the butler's offer, stating, "Thanks, I don't need any help." Tagaka, taken aback by the unexpected response, looked up, his confusion evident. Hassan further explained, "I have known this place for more than 20 years," sensing the tension in the air, he added, "Besides, Katami provides excellent service here, right, Layan?"
Layan emerges from her hiding spot, neglecting her fear. She enthusiastically agreed, "Indeed! Katami-san is friendly and never complains," her pointed words directed at Tagaka, who appeared visibly uneasy but remained silent.
Tagaka chuckled and glanced at his watch, feigning an excuse, "Oh, look at the time! I have other tasks to attend to."
Approaching Layan, Tagaka was intercepted by Omar, who stood protectively in front of his sister, warning, "Don't you dare come any closer," his tone cold and unwavering.
Tagaka, amused, remarked, "What a protective brother! Glad you could protect her though." His comment caused Omar to bristle, prompting Layan to discreetly poke him from his back.
Following Layan's message, Omar softened his demeanor with a smile, affirming, "Defending her is my duty, safeguarding her with all I have," before slyly adding, "unlike those who shirk their duties." Tagaka, visibly irritated, attempted to mask his annoyance.
In contrast, Omar maintained a smile and playfully remarked, "Don't you agree with me, Tagaka-san ~?" in a tone reminiscent of a child's innocent inquiry.
The butler managed to suppress his annoyance and concurred with Omar, saying, "Y-Yeah, you are correct, " He then offered a smile, bowed politely, and remarked, "Well then, I hope you enjoy the visit," before turning away and disappearing from view.
Hassan, recalling the tense encounter with Tagaka, looked at the twins and inquired, "Are you two okay?"
The twins responded by raising their thumbs in reassurance. Hassan let out a sigh of relief, waving his hand in front of his face and muttering to himself, "That was a close call."
As Katami rushed towards them, Katami asked with worry, "Are you alright? Is there anything we can help you with? Did he bother you?" Hassan reassured the butler, "Everything is under control. We handled the situation. Don't worry, Katami-San."
Although concerns lingered on Katami's face, he regained his welcoming demeanor and guided them, saying, "Follow me this way, please. The others are waiting for your arrival."
Hassan's desire to confront Tagaka was tempered by the invitation from his grandfather. Resigned, he sighed, "Let's follow him," and the trio trailed behind Katami.
"Ano," Initiating a private conversation, Katami drew Hassan's attention and whispered, offering, "If Tagaka is making you uncomfortable, I can ensure he stays away from you, if you wish." Hassan whispered back, "I don't mind his presence around me or Ali; we can handle him. But please keep him away from my mother and the twins, especially the girl."
Hassan whispered back, "I don't mind if he came around me or Ali, we can kick the heck out of him, " As Hassan spoke, he faced the twins -who were walking slowly- as he explained, " But please keep him away from my mother and the twins. They don't want to see them around, Especially the girl."
Acknowledging Hassan's request, Katami replied, "As you wish, Sir," and they continued their journey.
Layan maintained silence until Omar broke the quietude, "So," prompting her to raise her head. He inquired, asking, "How was my response to that guy?" To which Layan complimented, "Your composure was impressive, and your handling of the situation was clever."
Excitedly, Omar raised his brows and questioned, "Really?" Layan affirmed with a smile and nod, "Yes," before expressing remorse, "Sorry for my behavior when we were with the butler Katami-san earlier."
Omar chuckled and playfully teased his sister, affectionately tapping her head, "You goofball! Is that why you were so quiet?" After releasing her, Layan jokingly explained, "My conscience wouldn't let me rest without apologizing."
Mockingly, Omar placed four fingers to his mouth, taunting, "Oh hoho~ Your conscience?" teasing her further. "I already knew that you have one. Hehe~"
Layan, trying to contain her irritation, lifted her face with a warm smile, catching Omar off guard, and remarked, "You know that I am capable of getting my revenge from anyone."
In a playful exchange, Omar quipped, "Oh, really? How?" He narrowly managed to dodge the playful flying kick from his sister who answered, who retorted, "By adjusting your silly face!" and playfully chased Omar.
As Hassan and Katami strolled peacefully, a gust of wind rushed past them, signaling the twins' speedy antics. Hassan, alarmed by their behavior, shouted, "What are you two doing?! No running in the hallway!"
Katami, concerned, called out, "Please be careful! Running in the hallway is not safe!"
Omar, as he ran, reassured Katami, "Don't worry, Katami-san!"
Echoing her brother's sentiment, Layan added, "Don't fret, Katami-san! I'll catch him, and we'll put a stop to this!" The twins continued their sprint.
Frustrated, Hassan muttered under his breath, "These troublemakers. They were quiet earlier. What suddenly sparked this burst of energy?"
"I'm afraid they won't heed our warnings," Katami expressed his concern, joining the chase behind the twins, followed closely by Hassan.
In a playful exchange, Omar laughed, while Layan grinned and warned Omar "Just you wait until I kick you."
"Haha!~ " Omar responded with a challenge, "THAT if you catch Me!~"
Eager to prove herself, Layan picked up her pace and thought she had succeeded as she reached Omar. Leaping towards him, she aimed a kick at his head. Much to her surprise, Omar anticipated her move and smoothly dodged the kick, causing Layan to overshoot and almost fall face-first to the ground.
"Shoot" Reacting quickly, Omar moved to help her up, but before he could assist, a tall and imposing figure stepped in to support Layan and helped her regain her balance.
As Layan regained her footing, she grumbled in annoyance, "Omar, you fool," brushing off her clothes. She continued, "You made me go flying over you, nearly causing me to fall, and now you effortlessly lift me?" She shot Omar a displeased look and questioned, "Are you teasing me about my height?"
Omar pondered to himself, "Why is she asking such a question? Is it due to her female hormones?" Seeing Layan waiting for an answer, he quickly interjected before her patience waned, "It wasn't me!" He pointed behind her, exclaiming, "It was him!"
Following his gesture, Layan turned around to see a tall figure standing with his hands resting on a cane, waiting for the twins to finish their talk.
"Oh, goodness! He's quite imposing," Layan remarked loudly as she observed the towering figure. With short, side-parted white hair and a neatly trimmed beard, he donned a royal blue suit that complemented his ocean-like eyes. However, she sensed a weariness in those eyes, hinting at a hidden depth.
As Layan scrutinized the tall man, Omar rushed to her side, hushing her with a whisper, "You silly girl!" Attempting to clarify, but noticing her growing apprehension, he interrupted himself. Meeting her gaze, he softly stated, "That's Thamer, our grandfather. Show him respect."
"Truly?" Layan questioned in surprise.
"Yes," Omar confirmed.
Skeptical, Layan countered, "Are you sure he's not a mannequin? Because I didn't notice him at all…"
"Then who helped you up earlier?" Omar quipped, prompting a realization in Layan.
The elderly man's loud cough captured the twins' attention, drawing their gaze toward his stern expression. Coldly, he awaited their response, his eyes revealing an unyielding demeanor. The twins, in turn, exchanged apprehensive glances, hesitating to break the silence.
Whispering to her brother, Layan sought guidance, "What do we do now?"
"I'm at a loss, sis," Omar confessed, glancing at Thamer whose silence only heightened the tension in the room. Despite the twins' attempts to smile, Thamer maintained his stoic facade, further intensifying the atmosphere.
Layan nudged her brother, smiling as she urged, "Omar, say something."
"I wish I could, but my mind is blank at the moment," Omar admitted.
"Very clever move, brother," Layan teased, trying to lighten the mood amid the palpable tension.
Recognizing the impact of his stern demeanor on the twins, Thamer understood why they hesitated to engage with him. Recalling his wife's advice on softening his expression, he realized the need to choose his words carefully for his grandchildren. Despite the long period of separation and the existing distance between them, he knew he needed to bridge the gap.
In a tone tinged with reserved formality, Thamer posed the question, "Are you Kareem's twin children?" Despite his attitude's cold prestige, he held a silent wish that his words would bridge understanding rather than deepen any existing misunderstandings.
As he awaited the twins' response, a solemn quiet settled over the space once more.
To be continued...
Hello there!
I'm glad I've finished my exams, even though they were harder than the last one, they went smoothly, leading to a big gap between the chapters. What about your exams? I hope it went smoothly
Regarding this chapter, it's filled with hidden messages starting from the one Ali received on his phone to Thamer's strange behavior toward the twins.
If you're curious about the content of Ali's phone message, you can search for the codes to uncover it. (Note: it contains numbers, and I'll provide a hint after the message for you to decode.)
Furthermore, what is Tagaka hiding from Kareem's family? Does it have any connection to Thamer's behavior? Hopefully, we'll unravel these mysteries in the upcoming chapters, Insha'Allah.
I aim to write these notes every 4 or 5 chapters, depending on the story's events.
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