𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 ; 𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚕

𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟

❝ 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝. ❞

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"You."

The cold tone will send shivers to anyone who hears it, but not Orter. He glances back at the crimson cane, who is glaring sharply at Innocent Zero's second child.

(Name) steps ahead, her hands clench into fists as Famin tilts his head to the side. "Hm?" He hums, his index finger tapping his lower lip. "I think I've seen your face somewhere. Have we met before?"

She raises an eyebrow as she relaxes her fists. Taking a deep breath, she shakes her head. "I don't think we have," she replies sternly. "Because if we did, you wouldn't be alive right now."

Famin whistles as he grins slyly. "You're a fierce one," he says nonchalantly. "Hum... your face is really familiar, you know..." he mumbles, but then shrugs before turning to the desert cane. "You. I want your glasses."

Orter hums as he pushes his glasses back to the bridge of his nose. "You can't have them. I need them to see-"

He cuts himself off when he is tackled to the ground. A card flies right at the place he previously stood, and he swears if the card hits him, his glasses would've fallen down.

(Name) uses her arms to hold her weight, which are placed on both sides of Orter's waist. She looks back at Famin with narrowed eyes as the desert cane uses his elbow to lift himself up.

"Just give me what I want," Famin says demandingly. (Name) frowns and glares at him, which doesn't go unnoticed by him, and he seems amused by that fact.

Orter places his hand on (name)'s back as he sits up properly so that she won't fall when he lifts himself up. The crimson cane removes herself off him and stands up, her wand in her hand.

"Orter," she mutters, her eyes lock on the second brother. "Leave him to me." The desert cane raises an eyebrow. "I want to beat him." Orter stays silent, as if he's thinking.

Slowly, he lets out a sigh and stands up. "Fine, finish your business with him." He closes his eyes. "But when I think you're getting exhausted or anything, I'm going to step in."

(Name) widens her eyes slightly as she confirms that Ryoh has told him something. She nods her head, not bothering to look at the desert cane who steps back to lean against the wall and observe.

The (eye colour) eyes glare at Famin's purple ones as she steps forward, her hand tightening the grip on the wand. He tilts his head to the side as he scrunches his forehead.

"I can't remember where I saw that face..." he murmurs. "Are you sure we didn't meet anywhere-" He jumps out of the way just as multiple red balls are sent to him.

"Shut up." Blood escapes her palm, forming more red balls. "I hate every word you say, every breath you take, and every second you exist." She glares daggers at him as she sends more of her blood.

Famin's hands move in certain movements that match a pantomime, and (name)'s blood bullets are deflected. Her eyebrows furrow as she casts another spell.