War

" You have the guts to fight a Hendrix in their territory, quite bold of you, I might teach you how to kill them too someday." The butler Hitman, Jonathan, jest with a genuine smile and a wink. " This way please." Then he lead Kevin to the seat of the only empty table alined in front of the altar, Harold's eyes followed his every steps with fire of fury igniting within.

Harold sat back.

" What's this? You aren't even going to run away now?" Zeke asked right after Harold took his sit on the seat he wouldn't even put his ass by will.

" Of course!, How can I run away when I know this whole thing is to capture my son?! (And this is my son's ulterior motive at that)" Harold said with his voice deepen, yet not so loud.

" You knew from the start?"

" Of course not!! If I knew, I would've used 'Order'*! . . . But knowing my son has something he want, how can I ever intervene. . .? I mean, just watch him! I can't even predict what he's thinking! Letting trash make a total shit outta him! " Harold complained. ' Who knew what'll he do to me again if I rub him the wrong way!'.

*There are three main families of the black flowers that rules different kinds of underworldly 'actions' in this "Free High" land with over ten thousands of kilometers size and Millions for its population. The first family has the 'Eyes of destruction'(exploding and commanding ability), the second, which is them has the 'tongue of a God'(Ordering ability), and lastly, the family with the 'eternal power'(infinite power) that lies in their hands.

" This is the first. " Zeke chuckled.

" . . . The first what? "

" The first you have talked to me for more than five seconds"

" Well, the fuck do you expect?! You locked me up in a cell for as long as I can remember! Who would want to talk to someone like that?!" Harold glared at his father Zeke, Zeke only smiled coldly.

" So that's why he didn't talk to you." Zeke said with a snicker. Saying ' speak for yourself' in a different way.

" Wh-. . . Damnit! Talk about tasting your own medicine. . ." Harold sighed. Realizing he was the one who asked Clara not to let Ethan go outside, but Ethan never did go anywhere (because he heard it). " At least I don't treat him like a rare dragon that must be locked up in a cell for power." Harold added.

Zeke pondered. " He doesn't seem to be the type who would want to be papered." he said. 'Like father like son. . .' Zeke thought to himself.

". . . True. . . I can see that too, but that's fucked up!! The only reason I can think of why is because he kept getting hurt on his own will without asking me for help, giving me the conclusion that he's actually a . . . Masochist. . ." The aura surrounding Harold turned gloomy. " Nah. . . That can't be true, right?" Harold finally faced Zeke, the two looked as if they were looking at a mirror.

Zeke shrugged.

. . .

Meanwhile, Ethan finished talking to the phone and also finished changing his clothes, he then sat next to Kevin.

" Lloyd, are you not going to sit, my dear friend?" Ethan asked, as though teasing a very, VERY close friend.

" . . . I was planning on jumping off a cliff, taking a bath at the Amazon river with the piranhas, and slowly let maggots eat me today, turns out going here with you is much worse." Lloyd said as he look at Ethan in disgust.

" So are you sitting or not? It's better than standing there for hours." Said Ethan with the same disgusted face as him. Lloyd did sit down after saying it sucks.

There's now three people in their half-empty table, awhile the others are quite full.

" Faith and Clyde. The easy way or the hard way? Choose." Ethan asked and Clyde sat next to Lloyd, Faith sat in between of Ethan and Lloyd.

Awkwardness filled the air on their table.

" You look calm, it's like you expected this." Ethan said to Kevin. " But I'm impressed, you really sat there" he added.

". . . What choice do I have? If I tell them I used to beat you up to pulp, will they even let my bones be in peace with my skins and organs turned into ashes?"

" That's the plan." Lloyd interfered. " HIS plan." Lloyd added, disclosing what Ethan's plan is.

" Aww, you're no fun." Ethan said with a slight hint of disappointment

" . . .So not cute." Lloyd said with a disgusted face and disgusted tone, turning away.

" So not cool." Ethan retorted with a smile that says ' Don't butt in our conversation, you asshole'

" Though there ain't a thing in yer mind, I can tell that ya just asked me to mind my own business while cursing at me, didn't you!?" Lloyd stood up.

" Relax, There's no way Ethan would do that to you." Angelo Yeshua who just sat next to Lloyd said. Smiling as his face lean on both hands on the table, both eyes remained closed, he faced the shocked Lloyd.

" What the-!" Lloyd jumped, too focus on getting mad that he didn't even notice a presence coming nearer and nearer til it sat next to him and spoke.

" How was it?" Ethan asked Angelo with a cunning smile.

" I wanna ask you that too!! How did you manage to convince mother?! I'm grounded at that!"

" I'll give you three days to figure that out."

" This game again. . ." Angelo complained with a sigh, feeling nostalgic. " Fine." Angelo agreed, like always. It'll just be a piece of cake as always anyway since he got himself a helping hand(Mr. Founder).

" We shall now start the fight!" Zeke said right after all of his 32 grandchild came out of the barrier. The 20 male grandchild of his were all sent at the giant stage(battlefield) below the altar they are sitting on. Of course Ethan has been sent as well, by the use of the 'string of blood bond' Zeke is controlling.

All were looking at Ethan, they figured out that he was the first to come out and first to make a shit out of their royal-like family name, so they thought by bringing him down, the favorability of the two high ranking people sitting at the altar will rise and let them take the title 'The third Generation Heir'

" Haha! Ethan, what a great provoker you are!" Lloyd complimented as he laugh his ass out, ridiculing Ethan who obviously is the only 'prey' among them.

" Hey Angelo and Kevin, should I take the victory title?" Ethan asked for permission by shouting, of course his shouting pissed off the other guys who felt belittled by the youngest, smallest, and the most different family member, well, who wouldn't?

" If it means you're not going to die or get hurt, then please do so." Angelo answered with a shout.

" . . . Can he even land a hit?" Kevin asked Lloyd and Kevin.

" . . . He caught a fever, but he'll manage." Angelo answered with a smile.

" Yep. That weak looking bastard has it in him, I can't even land a single hit! " Lloyd said, reassuring that Ethan won't lose.

" You. . . Ha. . .! You really are unfair, I can't believe you'd forget about us, I mean, you can forget about Ethan. . . but how could you forget about me who used you as a punching bag?! "

" What?! Wait. . . are you the third one?!" Lloyd asked, remembering what Ethan said about the three of them being good friends.

" Well, at least you know that much." Angelo smiled at him, but it only gave Lloyd the chills, cold sweating the longer he stare at it.

' F-FUCK! THIS GUY'S NUTS!' Lloyd thought.

Ethan looked ahead of him.

" 19 people against 1, aren't you feeling embarrassed or ashamed, maybe?" Ethan questioned.

" It's the thirtieth century and you're still going on with that twentieth century kids' provocation, aren't you more ashamed?. Besides that, all's fair in a war, don't you agree?" The eldest of them claimed. A war for power.

" Pfft speak for your-" Ethan took a leap to evade a kick aimed at his ankle by Will, planning on breaking it beyond repair. " -self" Ethan continued his retort.

The eldest, named Will Hendrix has crimson eyes and hair which symbolizes the Hendrix, had his hands on electricity, as though throwing trash, he threw tons of lightning bolts toward Ethan, Ethan who couldn't possibly evade it amidst the air, asked the bolts of lightning to return back to its caster by using the 'order', also known as, the God's tongue.

" RETURN" Ethan uttered with full authority, the bolts had no choice but to obliged.

' Order?!' the 19 cousins and the tons of spectators thought in awe.

Ethan landed, two knifes with six inches long are on each of his hands. Both of his eyes were covered in golden hologram.

[ Liam on battle mode:on]