Suicide sure is nice! Adios! (2)

"Wait... who were you again?"

A genuine look of confusion came across Yuuta's face and a question mark appeared on his head.

"...."

Commander's mark scrutinized his gaze to a frown, as he bored holes of a glare into Yuuta's eyes, who kept scratching his head in embarrassment.

"You... don't remember me?"

Commander Mark's voice dripped with undisguised loathing and deep, found hatred, a sneer appearing on his face.

"Mark..? The name sounds familiar...."

Tapping his chin and ignoring the glares of the soldiers who surrounded him, he kept on staring at the ceiling for a few moments, before his eyes brightened and an exclamation mark appeared atop of his head.

"Ah, Mark! The baker who was at the end of 'that street'?"

Enthusiastically, Yuuta's sparkling eyes brightened considerably like an excited child, and he kneeled over the table.

"No way! I thought they had closed your store after you couldn't pay back their debts. It's a shame you had to sell your liver to be able to stop them from taking your daughter. The cheesecakes you made were simply unparalleled!"

Yuuta opened his hands wide as if he was embracing the world. A smile lingered on his face as if he was recalling the nostalgic days back then, with a hint of sadness in there.

Commander Mark clenched his hand in anger.

How dare he forgets what he did to him!

Even if the whole world forgot the atrocities this boy made in the name of the law, Commander Mark would always remember his crimes. He would execute justice on this abomination of a human and cleanse the world of his filth.

Just as he was about to retort back, the expression on Yuuta's face changed.

With his hands still open, his gaze narrowed and his lips up in a knowing smile as he looked down upon everyone in the room since he was standing on the table, as if he was the predator and they were the prey.

"It's a shame, you know?"

He remarked with genuine sadness.

"He had to sell his liver and pancreas to pay off his debt. He only had his daughter, the last of his family. Tsk, tsk, what a shame."

"A shame that after he sold his organs, we took his daughter anyway and sold her to some rich pervert. Well, it was really a shame though. I had to pay back a refund after she committed suicide! Our policy was final sale, but he dared to ask for a refund? Ludicrous!"

"We couldn't even use that fat ass's body organs. He was too disgusting for any proper human being with a sane or not mind to buy his organs"

However, listening to his own words, Yuuta frowned for a moment.

"Wait, wait, couldn't we have used his skin and made it into a handbag? I heard they sell well on the dark web. Bah, well no matter"

The room went silent for a few moments.

"...The man"

Hearing the man's weird muttering, Yuuta raised an eyebrow and leaned in at Mark who was muttering under his breath while looking to the floor.

'Why is he acting weird? That is sooo creepy...'

Innocently, Yuuta held his ear out more to hear him better.

"I can't hear you, can you speak a bit louder?"

Mark's voice rose a bit, revealing it was slightly trembling.

"... What happened to the... man?"

At his question, Yuuta blinked his eyes twice before he seriously considered it.

'Yeah... what happened to the man?'

After being silent for a moment, his eyes brightened as he subtly remembered and he hit his palm in the middle of his fist.

Mark's eyes who were blank slowly rose to the boy's position on the table. His gaze was unreadable.

"The man shot himself out of despair. Yeah, I just remembered. Well, I don't keep track with every guy who dies, so its not really my fault, you know?"

His fingers lazily traced the handle of a revolver that rested on the table in front of him, its barrel gleaming in the dim light before he slowly raised it.

What he is doing is testing his priorities, whether his prioritizes his career or prioritizes his emotions.

The issue lies with the instincts of both men and women.

By nature, men are impulsive even if they hide it, and women are emotional deceptors, yet, paradoxically emotionally sensitive. Men follow logic in things that they find going parallel with their beliefs and deny what they think is emotionally wrong, ignoring logic in such aspects, except for calculated manipulators, and neither do women follow such.

That is why common men are put into two groups; one group is impulsive, and this refers to the gray and dark zone. The second group is more emotional, which makes them more keen to the feelings of women.

This is why women are seen as rather attracting to such. For the first group, the only desire they have is a materialistic desire, for they only need sex, regardless of the method. For those that are more disciplined, they follow the order called the 'law', regardless of the reason, whether fear, reard, etc.

As for the other group, they need more of a emotional connection, formed by the term called 'love'.

Many men are invested in impulse; which significantly reduces their IQ to a major extent. Women may or may not have an IQ, however, their emotional deception is a whole other level which is typically easy to manipulate the second group, regardless.

For the first group, deception would not be emotional, but rather, using materialistic threats such as the 'law' keep their dicks in their pants. By giving reward in other forms, such as consensual sex can they abide by the law and not run amok.

The second group meanwhile can be easily invested in what the media refers to as 'romantic relationships', where such humans are not consent by their materialistic desires, but rather, need to form connections with the opposite gender to feel satisfaction, in opposition with the first.

It is not that the first group have high IQ; its merely they know what to follow, and how, etc. In fact, the only reason the first group may not be part of the second group is due to setbacks such as trauma, no one understanding their feelings/mentality, and not because of nature. It is crucial to keep in mind however this does not include psychopaths, narcasssits, or many individuals with mental traits that have taken a toll on their mind. Sociopaths may start in the first group, but upon learning the warmth of the world, knowing someone loves him, may become naturally part of the second group without even knowing.

First comes denial of this emotion, then comes acceptance after and intense mental struggle.

In such a case, Yuuta riled Mark, because he knew that Mark was referred to the second group, as they are emotionally vulnerable by women, they are easily deceived.

That is simply why he decided to give Mark an indirect option of arresting him, which would mark him as prioritizing his selfishness and self over his career, or if he would follow and abide by his orders, arresting him successfully.

Although most men emotionally invested followed the path of destruction and selfishness called 'emotion', Yuuta knew that Mark would be different, because even these groups were divided further more using several factors.

With a blank gaze, he nodded his head in understanding. A smile curled up on his face, which took his colleagues aback as they exchanged glances of confusion.

"So you don't feel any guilt for killing them?"

Yuuta tilted his head.

"What is guilt? I don't think I have ever felt something like that before. Can you elaborate?"

Mark who was ever so silent, turned outraged in one moment and he screamed with all his might.

"What the fuck do you now know what guilt is? Aren't you a fucking human who was given birth to a whore, you mother fucker !?"

In a fit of extreme anger, Mark pulled the straps of his assault rifles of his shoulders and aimed at the young man who was seated on the table, swinging his legs in boredom.

"Don't!!"

His fellow colleagues held his shoulder arms to stop him from doing something he would regret later. Their orders was to simply arrest this vile man no matter what, under any condition without killing him.

Yuuta who was swinging his legs in disinterest suddenly stopped them and gave Mark a blank look.

Everyone who saw this view shivered uncontrollably except Mark who was held back by his colleagues.

"Leave me alone !!"

Trying to shake them off and even injuring some in the process, an individual wearing a black outfit and black helmet that covered all their face walked towards him and suddenly gave a swift neck chop on his nape, rendering his unconscious.

Without taking as much as a glance back, she took off her helmet, revealing her blue sapphire eyes and golden, silky short shoulder-length hair, not removing her sharp gaze from Yuuta who even held his two hands in front of each other and slowly gave her three claps.

Clap... clap...clap. 

"Good show" He remarked.

"Take Mark out of here, and report his activity to your superior. He will be punished later based on his misconduct."

A few guys that came with Mark nodded their head, and dragged his body out of the door.

It was pretty funny to be honest.

A feminine voice came out of her mouth giving off an alluring vibe, but the ice in her voice was enough to even freeze a scorching hot wildfire.

"Good show, miss"

The woman's lips twitched for a moment at the genuine praise.

"My name is Aurora, and I apologize for his misconduct. I hope you can follow us diligently without any resistance. Who knows, maybe you'll even spend a few years in prison at the maximum if you surrender right now"

Yuuta who started to feel playful once more smiled at her antics.

He looked down at the revolver he was caressing gently in his hands, and even checking if it was loaded.

"Don't even think about it" 

Aurora remarked with her eyes falling on the revolver in his hands, narrowing her eyes before looking back to Yuuta's sharply.

Slowly, he rose the revolver in his hands. Everyone in the room became tense, and slowly began preparing to shoot at the first order they get. Even Aurora had prepared her handgun she had prepared in the back pocket of her pants in case things went awry.

However to their horror, the revolver wasn't raised and pointed at them, but to his own temple.