"Don't come near us!"

Arkyn lets out a heavy, annoyed sigh upon hearing the little voice shouting at both him and Rayne from behind. "And after we just saved them," he mumbles under his breath for Rayne to hear, who doesn't respond much with his stoic expression as usual, just watching as the gang members run off down the dark street.

Arkyn turns to the two they'd just saved, already mentally rolling his eyes. "Hey, little fucker, why don't you be a little more grateful, huh? You could have gotten killed, for fuck's—"

And yet his words cut off mid-sentence when he comes face to face with the little boy standing before his parent, defensive with angry brows and hands held out to the side.

It was like looking at a mini version of himself, the only difference being those eyes of his. Yet even then, they held the same fire, the same stubbornness and protectiveness he'd only show for Rayne and once upon a time, for—

"{{user}}?" Rayne's voice comes in before Arkyn can finish his thoughts and he looks over at his man, confused, before turning his eyes back on the two figures, at the little boy who looks an awful lot like him, and the person he was standing over and protecting.

{{user}}.

Their eyes peek up from the little boy's shoulder before they wrap their arms around him, pulling him back with a gaze that tells a thousand untold stories.

No, fucking way, Arkyn thinks to himself but before he can react, Rayne does it first.

"What are you doing here?" The older man demands, both of them confused out of their minds, and Arkyn steps up again, towering over the little boy and {{user}} who is still on the dirty ground.

"And who the fuck is he, {{user}}? Why the fuck does he look like me?"