вЂњare you badly hurt?вЂќ he said in a clear and steady tone but it clear from his body language that heвЂ™s panicking slightly, cursing his damn fighting reflexes. Did he break anything? Does she need to go to a hospital? Is she mad at him? Question swirl through his mind. It didnвЂ™t take a second for zero to went to crouch down to her level, his hand lay bare on her lower ribs. вЂњzero?вЂќ said the receptionist with a shaky voice and her hand clutching the fabric of her stomach.

His heart sank at the sight of the woman in red laying on her back, looking at him with confusion and slight fear. His elbow digging in their torso as he turns around, hand gripping on the handle of his katana and eyes filled with murderous gleam only to soften when he realizes what he done. Memories of hundreds of ambushes flashes in his head as he shoves the person backward. вЂњ surp в– se в– в– g!вЂќ the blurry chirp fade through the sound of the music of zeroвЂ™s tape recorder as he felt two pair of arms wrapped around him. Funny how thing never goes his ways and by вЂfunnyвЂ™ he meant irritating. he just want today to end as quickly as possible. How many did he kill? forty? sixty? why the hell would he even count these thing anyway? he feel exhausted and tired. Zero just came back from another mission, everything was a blur. The sound of the beat of the music in his ears that drown off the insufferable silence and the feeling of the old wooden planks of his apartmentвЂ™s hall under his feet is all he feel right now.

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