—Half-lidded piercing azure eyes, never left the insane looking blond. What was with that wide crazed smile on the man’s face? He looked like someone who had gone to mad land and back. And now that he really took a good look at the man, something seemed awfully familiar.
Suddenly a image of a curly haired pampered blond flashed in front of his inner-eye which made Marco halt a little, as realization hit him. It had to be him, but something was differently off.
The first son was brought out of his musings when the man that occupied his mind moved around him, making Marco look over his shoulder with a stoic expression.
Upon hearing the sneered words, the blond let out a sigh, already knowing what was coming next as his sensitive ears picked up the sound of the blade cutting through the wind. Yet, he didn’t move entirely. Instead he only stepped slightly forward as his blue flames started to dance over his back, letting the blade cut him to prove a point before he spoke.
”You know that doesn’t work with me.. Cavendish. I thought you were clever than that, yoi.." Not to mention, the brat was attacking in what seemed like blind rage with no planning? Something was differently not right, but the first son just didn’t know what. He had emphasized the blond’s name to see if the man was actually who he seemed to be.
Hakuba was obviously annoyed about the futility of his attacks but couldn't help but grin even wider at the mention of the particular name. ❝ CAVENDISH? He's having his beauty-sleep right now. I run the show now.❞
By the way the other spoke and te fact, that Hakuba was called by the fool’s name just now must mean that the older blonde knew Cavendish. A friend maybe? Or a rival? - Well, it didn’t really matter but Hakuba was musing how much more fun it would be to mess with Cavendish’s friends. Oh, their reactions had always been so bittersweet; the surprise, the confusion, the disappointment, the anger, the struggle--
The madman let out a manic laughter. ❝ I wonder what he’ll say when he wakes up, finding his sword stuck in your chest and hands covered in your blood. Wouldn’t that be a beautiful scenario?❞













