just earlier he had hopped on his motorcycle and he didn’t look back, he was going down the road he had seen in his dreams; it seemed like he always ended up in the same place, the road seems way too familiar, the scent; the surroundings, everything about this place; he lets the vehicle take him somewhere, somewhere so familiar that it could almost be called like home; now the engine is purring quietly, soon dying off and there’s silence. taking off the helmet he places it over where he had just sat before, walking towards the little cabin there, almost like a house; it seems old, like no one has been here for years but there’s something about this place, something he can’t put a finger on.
scanning the house up and down, he tries the door; it’s locked but nothing keeps koda away, he searched for a key; as if there was one hidden somewhere and oh, he was right; how did he know that? the boy is confused, even more than he was earlier, getting the door open he walks in; the place is dusty and smells old, almost molded but other than that, it seemed to be just fine; there’s pictures here and there of a family, two parents and a young child; there’s something familiar about this young child in the middle but koda doesn’t pay too much attention to it as he places the frame down and continues to search the house around, opening a door to a room that seemed to belong to the young child in the picture; there’s sudden flashbacks coming, as if he had been here before, the toys, the bed; the smell and now he is standing in middle of the room, eyes searching the place and there’s a weird feeling in his guts, it’s like he isn’t alone and he for sure isn’t the hand over his shoulder, koda’s hand coming to grab his knife and as he turns around to face to face with the other, the knife pressed gently against the others throat; eyes locking with the other before him; he is breathing hard, brows knitted together and there’s fire in his eyes, but there’s that weird feeling again; his face softening as he lowers the knife and back in his pocket; the other before him seemed harmless, maybe this place belonged to him; but this boy before him doesn’t look even close to the young child in the picture.
it’s like none of them was gonna do anything or say anything, staying like that for who knows how long; the hand still over his shoulder and koda comes to shrug it off; breaking the silence. “what?”
WITH THE ODD SENSATION of the cold blade resting against his throat, niko froze in place. his fingers slightly digging into the other’s shoulder in anticipation as his widened eyes roamed over those familiar set of features, yet they screamed STRANGER to him. the only thing that convinced niko that this had to be HIM was that extremely vague scent he would never be able to forget for as long as he lives. it all came back to him within seconds, flashes of a small boy who looked at niko back then as a friend rather than an alien. the very same boy that disappeared from the hybrid’s life without a trace, without even a good bye. there’s a sinking in the pit of his stomach that fills his mind with doubt however, because this man before him held no ounce of recognizing him within his fiery gaze. “ --- koda ? “
his voice comes out strained, whispering out a name that hasn’t fallen from his lips in years. once his hand is brushed aside he lets it fall limply back to his side, and takes a large step back even if everything in him wants to get a closer look. “ is that really you ? “ it’s such a cliche question, but it’s the only thing he can think to say in a situation such as this. it’s been over an entire decade since the last time he had seen him. should he be feeling so conflicted ?
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