(David and Jenny)

Both adults stood in front of Kenichi, shaking their bodies as they were catching their breath.

(Jenny) Say something…

Jenny put her left hand onto her chest, her cheeks having red water stains as she continued to roll down hot tears.

Seeing that Kenichi continued to stare at them both, not moving his mouth at all, Jenny’s left hand that gripped her skirt grabbed Kenichi’s collar. Shaking savagely, Jenny’s eyes narrowed yet her tears continued to pour forth.

(Jenny) Say something!

Pushing his face down as his eyes focused on the girl with glasses, he finally opened his mouth.

(Kenichi) I have no memory of you.

Jenny took a couple of steps back as she let go of his collar, her pupils dilating. Putting a hand on top of her mouth, she shook her head.

(Jenny) You’re lying …

(Kenichi) I don’t know you or him. Never recalled you two in my life.

Jenny’s grip on the spiked frying pan began to tighten, her eyes narrowing more onto his face, causing her to quaff. Gritting her teeth together, she pointed her spiked frying pan straight toward Kenichi, her face turning beet red as her legs created a stance.

(Jenny) Liar! You remember me! You’re lying!

(Kenichi) Shut up.

(Jenny) You’re just a liar! A liar!

(Kenichi) You’re getting annoying.

Rapidly extending his hand towards Jenny, Kenichi tried to grab a hold of the pan despite his face not budging a sweat or nerve.

But a hand stopped him from doing so.

A firm hand gripping his wrist.

Glancing with his eyes towards a middle-aged man, Kenichi’s arm remained still as he continued to stare into David’s eyes.

(David) I don’t want to do this…

David then pulled out a simple pistol from his jacket, gripping the gun with his right hand. Aiming it right at the black-clad man in his early 40s, David’s breathing started to fasten, yet his grip on the gun didn’t falter.

(David) But I must.

David then used his left hand that held Kenichi’s right wrist to turn like a door knob, turning it counterclockwise as his grip continued to hold him in place.

Kenichi, his hand on the verge of dislocating, rapidly turned his hand in the opposite direction at a rapid speed.

Letting go of Kenichi’s wrist, David jumped back as he aimed the gun toward him, his finger on the trigger sweaty and pale.

(David’s thoughts) Forgive me, Gabriel…

David pulled the trigger, sending a rapid fire of six bullets launching right towards Kenichi.

David watched as those six bullets charged straight forward to the fully blacked clothed man. As the bullets were halfway towards Kenichi, he saw the bullets—

And took a step back as the bullets grazed him, the front of his jacket having slight burned marks as the fiery gunsmoke and metal ruined the leather.

With the world in present motion, David saw Kenichi unfazed, the bullets hitting the corner of the door frame.

(David’s thoughts) No way… he dodged them… no one has ever…

Looking down at his grazed jacket, Kenichi stroked the slightly burned leather, his fingers rubbing the little hole as his finger started to go red. Pulling back his fingers, he looked up towards David, his eyes sharpening with his right hand forming a fist.

(Kenichi) You’re dead.

Focusing his attention only on David, Kenichi reached towards his lower back. With a slight smirk on his face, he steadily brought out two pieces of metal from his holster, one on each hand.

David unloaded the six cartridges used in his attempt, the metal hitting the wooden floor with heavy clanks. His hand reached again inside his jacket and felt a small box of his ammo. Taking out six bullets, he swiftly placed them into the chamber of his pistol.

Jenny, however, clutched her spiked frying pan vigorously, hyperventilating as she puckered up her mouth.

(Jenny’s thoughts) Oh no… no, no, no…

With a push of a button, the pieces of metal brought out a double-edged sword from its chamber, the metal coated with black as it shined the dark room.

(David’s thoughts) Not his weapons…

And with another push of a button, the lining of the blade that was the sharpest part of the sword ejected a small chain…

A chain that most chainsaws used.

(David’s thoughts) Fuck…

Kenichi, wielding two double edged chainsaw swords, caused the metals of the sword to spark metal embers all around him, creating a dazzling display of light. With smoke rising out of the chains, it caused Jenny to stare in perplexity.

(Jenny’s thoughts) Red sparks… Why red sparks …

Taking a step back, Jenny recalled many stories behind the man with chainsawed swords.

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(Mensis 28, 42 / 8:22PM)

A baby's cries can be heard throughout the humid bedroom, the humidity causing the baby to be coated with hot and sticky sweat and other bodily fluids.

In a dark room with only a lightbulb present, lying in bed was a woman encased with her hard sweat, her breath hot and murky. Tilting her head upwards, she saw many beads of water on the ceiling, dropping along her exhausted body.

She parted her legs as blood dripped down from underneath. In front of her, a man with a beard carried in his arms a small newborn baby, his eyes softening as he started rocking it back and forth.

(???) Our daughter…

The man who carried his newborn daughter held his finger on his daughter’s lips, rubbing it as he continued to look into her black-colored eyes. Speaking in a fragile voice, he continued to rub her lips with his soft finger.

(???) She’s beautiful.

Looking up to see the woman staring at the baby’s cries, the woman brought her hands up, with shining tears. Walking towards the woman in bed, he rested his daughter in her arms.

Putting her daughter near her chest, she rubbed the back of her head. Lifting her head towards her husband, she let out a warm smile, the corners of her lips reaching her nose.

(???) She looks a lot like you. She has your slanted eyes and your black hair.

(???) And she has the same thin hair as you do. What should we name her, my dear?

The man softly placed his hand on his wife’s shoulder, his hands sticky and sweaty as a droplet of sweat touched down on the floor. The woman, still rocking the baby near her chest, looked towards the baby’s crying face.

(???) Jennifer, but Jenny sounds cuter and shorter.

The door to the room creaked open.

The man turned his head towards the door, his eyes focusing on four kids peeking in the room.

(???) Should we let them in my dear?

(???) Of course. I want them to see Jenny.

Taking his left hand off of his wife’s shoulder, the man walked into the center of the room, his body facing the direction of the door.

(???) You can come in now. Make sure your hands are clean if you want to hold her.

The four kids slowly walked in, their footsteps quiet on the hardwood. Focusing their entire attention on the newborn baby being held by the woman, the kids ignored the humidity of the room, despite their bodies already being beaded with sweat.

From oldest to youngest, was a boy with a brown cowboy hat, another boy wearing a cross necklace, and a girl with dark purple hair wearing gloves.

And a ginger-haired boy with messy hair.

And in front of the group was a girl, followed by the two oldest boys side by side, and the young ginger-haired kid in the back.

(???) Iris, do you want to see your sister?

(Iris) Yes, father.

Iris, the 10-year-old girl, walked forward to see the newborn face, who was still crying in her mother's arms. Seeing her mother’s warm tears roll down her cheeks, Iris put her hands on her mother’s arm.

(Iris) Can I hold her mother?

(???) Of course, you can.

Gently giving the baby to Iris, Iris held the warm newborn in her arms, her face looking down at her sister. Noticing the lightness of her body, Iris started rocking the baby back and forth until…

Jenny cried out more than before.

(Iris) Uh… mother?

(???) I guess she doesn’t like you. It’s ok dear, she’ll warm up to you eventually.

Iris’s mother put her hand to her mouth as her body began to lay motionless on the blood-stained bed. Looking at the three boys who stared at Iris and her newborn sister with curious eyes, Iris’s mother pushed a strand of her dark purple hair out of her eye.

Noticing the ginger-haired boy having his hands in his pockets, the woman extended her hand, waving to him to come forward.

(???) Don’t be shy Kenichi. You can see her.

(Kenichi) A-Are you sure, Erina?

(???) My wife wants you to go, so do what she says, boy.

(Kenichi) O-Ok Kenji!

(Kenji) Remember to call me sir, boy.

The shy ginger-haired boy bowed down towards Kenji, his face flustered as he brought his hands out of his pockets.

Kenji, a black-haired man with monolid eyes, folded his arms as he eyed the shy boy. Erina meanwhile, continued to have a warm smile on her face, her body relaxed as Kenichi made his way towards where Iris was at.

Iris continued to struggle to control Jenny, who was bawling her eyes out. Seeing Kenichi, a boy who was a year younger than her, extending his hands to receive the baby, Iris pushed the baby onto him.

(Iris) You take her. I don’t want to deal with her.

(Kenji) Be nice Iris, she’s your sister.

Having the baby in his arms, Kenichi looked around to see everyone staring at him. Gently rocking the baby back and forth, Kenichi looked at the baby as her cries suddenly stopped.

The baby opened its black eyes as it saw the ginger-haired boy’s face, and upon seeing the gentle care of his face…

Jenny decided to sleep softly. Erina, putting her hand onto her mouth again as she chuckled, softly looked at Kenichi who focused his eyes on Jenny.

(Erina) I guess Jenny likes you, Kenichi.

Kenichi turned his gaze towards Erina, his face reddened and filled with hot sweat. Looking away from Erina, the boy looked down onto the ground, noticing two shadows behind him.

(???) Hey David, will Jenny give Kenichi a hard time?

(David) That would be pretty funny. Hilarious even.

Kenichi looked away with a flustered face, pouting as he turned his face back towards the sleeping Jenny. Feeling the heaviness of Jenny already, despite her being light, Kenichi’s arms started to get exhausted.

Kenji took a good look at the grandfather clock near the bedroom drawer, his hands unfolding as he put them on his sides.

(Kenji) Time for bedtime boys. You guys have a lot of training tomorrow.

(David) But Kenji, tomorrow’s Saturday?

(Kenji) I adopted you boys because I see potential in all of you. You better go to sleep before I put you in the ring with Iris.

(David, Gabriel, and Kenichi) Ok…