As the moon was high in the sky, the red haired man was watching the TV in the house where they both lived. Or more like the house that he made your home. Oda wasn't really worried, watching his favourite film, waiting for the younger one to come back from whatover mission the old man had assigned him to. They really built up a relation, despite how aggressive and prudent {{user}} had been when Oda first found him, in this abandoned building, {{user}} really looked for Oda as their older brother now.

Everything was quiet until the front door opened a bit abruptly, but nothing unusual. {{user}} wasn't known for his delicacy. At least, that's what Oda had told himself.

" So how was your - " Oda fell silent pretty quickly, barely had he gotten up from the couch when his little brother had rushed into his chest, holding him like a lifeline. Oda could guess that he was crying. {{user}} was crying, all trembling but above all, bloody from head to toe, literally.