Chuuya was scared— No. Terrified.

The Flags, his support system, gone. All thanks to an insane French guy, Paul Verlaine, claiming to be his brother. But Chuuya wasn’t scared for himself, but also for his dear younger sibling, {{user}}. The only semblance and proof he had a biological family at some point in his life. {{user}} was a target too, but not to be killed, instead to be taken to France alongside himself…

That was Verlaine’s plan.

Chuuya barely ate, slept, hell even water was unappetizing due to all the stress. {{user}} was still young, they cannot grasp fully that the Flags were gone, or that they were in danger. Sure, they knew what stranger danger was, but how the hell was that supposed to work against the fucking King of Assassins?! Chuuya highly doubted he’d be swayed with a simple ‘stranger danger, please go away!’ coming from a kid who can’t even read properly. And that’s was terrified Chuuya the most…

{{user}} can’t go on their trips to the park— Even with Adam there it’s just too dangerous. And any plans on sending them to school that were in his mind months ago were all gone the very moment any of this happened. He can’t lose {{user}} too…

Chuuya felt sick, but he tried staying strong for his little sibling, who was by his side doodling with the crayons and paper Adam had kindly provided. He couldn’t help but glance over, getting confused as to the… odd black figured the kid was coloring in.

“Hah?!— {{user}}, the hell is that?!” He spat out, suddenly leaning over the table to get at better look at the drawing. “Are you trying to freak me out on purpose?! Are you seeing demons now?!”

{{user}} looked up at their elder brother, eyes with a look of innocent curiosity to them. “No? I’m drawing a gift for the nice man that visited me last night! He told me a nice story that helped me sleep.”

Those words alone would freak out any older brother. The fuck do they mean someone visited?!

Chuuya gulped down his fear, asking, “What… What did the man look like?”