After Leo eliminated El Chapo and his entire family, he strode into the international hotel.
The clinking of glasses and hushed conversations abruptly ceased as he approached the reception desk.
The receptionist, Diana, recognized him instantly and felt a wave of relief seeing him unharmed, at least outwardly.
"Mr. Leo, I see your mission was a... success?" Diana attempted to keep her tone neutral, despite her joy.
The cartel had plagued her community for years, inflicting great harm on her family.
Leo surveyed the room with a blank, emotionless expression, his gaze causing others to avert their eyes, intimidated by a mere child no older than eleven. Some guests felt a sting of humiliation for fearing someone so young, yet fear was indifferent to age.
He exhaled deeply and turned to Diana, "Yes, the mission was successful. I need a room for the night, and can you arrange a flight back to Louisiana for me?"
Diana nodded, maintaining her professional demeanor, "Of course, Mr. Leo. I've anticipated your needs and prepared a suite for you. Regarding your flight, a private jet will be ready at dawn. Will that suffice?"
"That would be great, thanks." Leo's calm voice contrasted sharply with the chaos his presence induced.
As Diana retrieved his room key, she sensed something different about Leo; his stoic demeanor seemed more hollow than before.
"Are you okay?" Diana inquired, searching his young face for any trace of distress.
The burden of his actions was evident in her concern.
Leo's response was as sharp as the knives he wielded, "I'm fine." His voice was devoid of emotion, a testament to the ordeal he'd endured.
Yet, Diana couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss.
"Mr. Leo," she continued, her eyes steady on his, "in this line of work, I understand the challenges you face are... difficult. I'm here for you, not just as the hotel manager, but as a trained therapist. Should you ever need to talk, my door is always open."
Leo's expression remained unchanged, his gaze unwavering. "My emotional support is none of your concern. Now, may I have my room key?" His voice was as cold and precise as a scalpel, cutting through the air with finality.
Diana felt a pang of disappointment at his rejection but knew better than to press further.
She handed him the key, her eyes a mix of professionalism and maternal concern. "Your suite is on the top floor, Mr. Leo. If you need anything, don't hesitate to call."
Leo reached for the key, but Diana hesitated. "Wait! There's something I must give you first."
Leo raised an eyebrow, his grip on the counter tightening slightly. "What is it?"
Diana placed a suitcase on the counter and opened it to reveal bundles of cash and a small velvet pouch filled with gold coins.
"Mr. Leo," she smiled gently, "this is the bounty for Mr. Guzmán. Forty million dollars, as promised. And these," she gestured to the coins, "are fifty gold favor coins, each valued at a billion dollars of his net worth.”
Confusion flickered across Leo's face. "But I didn't agree to take his bounty. I had other reasons."
"I did it for you, revenge or not I thought you would benefit from this," Diana replied softly. "It's your choice whether to take it or leave it."
Leo contemplated for a moment before closing the suitcase.
"I'll keep it for now," he said, his eyes never leaving hers.
He understood Diana's point; the bounty might prove useful for his future.
Diana then retrieved a sleek black membership card embossed with gold letters reading "Leo the Hollow." She placed it on the counter.
"This is for you. With it, you'll have access to all our facilities worldwide, along with discounts and privileges. Congratulations, you're now an official member of the international hotel, given your strong presence in the underworld."
Leo picked up the card, feeling the weight of the moment.
He had never truly belonged anywhere, but now, even as a young assassin, he had earned a place in this elusive network.
The card felt warm in his hand, a symbol of his newfound status. He slipped it into his pocket without a word.
As he walked to the elevator, Diana couldn't help but smile.
But her moment of reflection was interrupted by a voice. "Seems like you're breaking the neutrality rule for the boy, Diana."
She turned to see Santiago "Chupacabra" Olmedo, the hotel owner, standing in the office doorway.
His tall, commanding presence cast a shadow across the lobby.
Known for his sharp business acumen and ruthlessness, Santiago was not a man to be trifled with.
However, he harbored a soft spot for Diana, having personally appointed her as the hotel's manager.
"Mind telling me what you see in the boy, Diana? Is it because he's a child and not a grown man?" Santiago's question was probing, his eyes penetrating Diana's calm facade.
Diana faced Santiago with composure. "Santiago, Leo is not just any child. He's proven himself more capable than most adults in our world. As the manager, it's my duty to offer him the support and resources he needs."
Santiago circled her like a predator assessing its prey. "I'd normally believe you if you weren't going above and beyond for him."
Diana met Santiago's gaze with newfound resolve. "He's different, Santiago. Not just another guest or asset. He's a child who's seen too much darkness. I see potential in him, and it's our responsibility to guide him, not just exploit him."
Santiago paused, surprised by her defiance, then laughed and embraced her from behind.
"Well, guess it doesn't matter. I'll let it slide for you, but that boy's got death in his eyes."
Diana shivered as Santiago's breath brushed her neck.
She knew the darkness that could consume those who walked Leo's path.
"I see a boy who's lost, Santiago. He's seeking a place to belong, and if we can offer that, perhaps we can save a piece of his innocence."
Santiago toyed with her playfully. "Mmm... I love it when you care."
Diana stepped away from Santiago's embrace, maintaining eye contact. "I care about the hotel and its guests. Now, if there's nothing else, I'll attend to the evening's affairs."
"Aww... You're no fun. Well, I've got more to do. Call me if you need anything," Santiago said playfully as he returned to his office.
Leo reached the top floor suite, taking in the luxurious surroundings.
It was a stark contrast to the harsh environments he usually encountered.
He placed the suitcase on the bed and opened it, the cash and gold gleaming under the soft lighting.
A strange sense of detachment washed over him.
The money meant little to him, yet he knew it could aid the Fraternity.
He decided to keep it for now, perhaps to fund missions or assist those in need.
Leo sank into the plush bed, its softness enfolding him in a rare moment of comfort.
The quiet of the suite was a stark contrast to the chaos he often faced, only interrupted by the faint whispers of the hotel's life below.
He exhaled deeply, feeling the mission's tension leave him like air escaping a punctured balloon.
As he surveyed the suite, his gaze lingered on the gold-plated fixtures and pristine white sheets—luxuries that seemed almost alien next to the blood-soaked memories branded into his mind.
The opulence was suffocating, a constant reminder of the lives he had taken and the path he had chosen.
Approaching the floor-to-ceiling window, Leo saw his reflection mingling with the city's glittering lights.
Maybe they were right to call me 'Leo the Hollow,' he mused, staring into his own golden eyes.
But what did that truly mean? Was he merely an empty vessel filled with darkness and death?
A sudden pang of loneliness washed over him, unfamiliar and unwelcome amidst the grandeur.
"Why does it even matter how I feel?" he whispered to the silent room.
"I did this for revenge—for Elara. And I got it. I cut ties with Inés to keep her safe. I single-handedly took down the Sinaloa cartel... A cartel that caused nothing but suffering to the people of Mexico for 23 years." His voice dropped to a murmur.
"I'm just a tool for the Fraternity, a pawn in their game."
Yet beneath the surface, a troubling thought persisted: Why does it feel like I'm trying to convince myself?
Turning from the window, Leo paced the room, his thoughts swirling chaotically.
Despite the Fraternity's care, he often felt like nothing more than a tool—a tool that didn’t quite belong anywhere else.
He sat down, his hands running through his hair, feeling the coarse strands as the only tangible proof of his existence in this sanitized space.
He knew he couldn't linger on these thoughts.
He had a job to do, and that was his reality.
Taking a deep breath, he approached the minibar, his eyes scanning the neatly arranged bottles.
"I need to get out of my head... Just go to sleep. You'll be home tomorrow," he muttered, opening a bottle of water.
The cool liquid soothed his parched throat, a simple act that brought unexpected relief.
He had come a long way since his first mission, where victory meant numbing his senses with cold water to escape the horrors he had witnessed.
Finally, Leo lay back on the bed, his body relaxing just as Inés had taught him.
Inés's voice echoed in his mind, "You can't save everyone, Leo. But you can make a difference."
He closed his eyes, her warm smile a comforting memory amidst the turmoil.
Her words had always been a beacon in his dark world, a gentle reminder that his existence had meaning beyond the bloodshed.
"Being a fellow woman, Elara, I don't blame you one bit," Boon-Nam stated, her voice filled with righteous anger not directed at Elara but at the injustice she had suffered.
"If it had been me that day—beaten and violated in front of the children we practically raised—I would have scoured the Earth to hunt down every piece of demonic, pure evil, death-worshiping garbage and send them back to the bottomless pits of hell they came from."
"Agreed," Ike, Prudenzio, and Suhal echoed in unison, their voices filled with a shared intensity.
The room buzzed with a palpable energy, a collective bloodlust directed at those who had caused such harm.
Cross, taken aback by their fervor, sighed and allowed himself a small smile.
"Years ago, I couldn't have imagined them all getting along," he mused silently, "but it shows how much they have grown to care for each other through their work together."
Elara, overwhelmed by their support, felt tears of joy welling up in her eyes.
She was grateful to have such good people around her, people who understood her pain and stood by her side.
They all gathered around to hug her, including Cross, demonstrating that despite being assassins, they still retained their humanity.
In that moment, the room was filled with a profound sense of solidarity and compassion, a reminder that even in their dark world, the bonds they forged could bring light and strength to one another.
how dense Leo's bones were, she refused to show any pain in her hand.
Leo rubbed his cheek, acknowledging the blow. "Yeah, that's fair," he admitted, accepting the well-deserved hit.
He knew he could have easily dodged, but he let it land, recognizing the need for her to vent her frustration.
Nearby, one of the boys handed Vagan $40.
"Thank you kindly," Vagan said with a grin, clearly having won a bet on the outcome of the encounter.
The room erupted in laughter and cheers, the tension dissolving into camaraderie.
Leo, despite the punch, felt a warmth in his heart, grateful for the bonds that tied them all together.
After the party, Leo found solace in his room, focusing his energy on the TitanCore Graphene Punching Bag.
This high-tech piece of equipment, with its dense weave of graphene fibers, was designed to withstand immense impact forces, making it an ideal tool for someone of Leo's caliber.
Weighing around 5 tons due to its super-dense, fortified sand filling, the bag stood immovable, offering the perfect simulation for striking a solid object.
The bag's advanced features included an energy-dissipating matrix beneath the graphene exterior, functioning like a high-tech shock absorber to redirect impact forces throughout its structure.
Additionally, its internal electronic system allowed Leo to adjust the density of the filling, simulating various resistance levels.
Graphene-based sensors connected to a heads-up display (HUD) provided real-time feedback on the force and depth of each strike, allowing Leo to measure his strength and control with precision.
Before his recent mission, Leo's punches clocked in at 10 megajoules (MJ) and his kicks at 40 MJ.
However, as he trained tonight, the HUD displayed surprising results: his punches now registered at 101.6 MJ and his kicks at 406.4 MJ.
This unexpected increase in power caught Leo off guard.
He paused, wiping the sweat from his brow, and contemplated the change.
The mission, with all its challenges and dangers, had pushed him far beyond his previous limits.
In the face of life-threatening situations and the need to protect those he cared about, his body had adapted, unlocking newfound strength.
Though the increase in power was impressive, Leo understood the importance of control and precision.
He resumed his training, focusing on honing his technique and ensuring that his newfound strength could be used effectively and responsibly.
The TitanCore bag, with its real-time feedback, was the perfect partner in this endeavor, helping him to refine his skills and prepare for whatever challenges lay ahead.
As Leo continued his training, he heard Vagan's familiar voice break through his concentration. "Just got home and you're still putting in work, huh? This guy stays grinding," Vagan jokes, plopping down on Leo's bed.
Leo, focused on controlling the force of his punches, replied, "Well, we always have to stay in top shape. Peak conditioning gives us an edge in combat."
Vagan's expression shifted to a more serious tone, something rare for him. "You really need to start understanding people's feelings, Leo."
Leo paused, grabbing the punching bag to still its movement. He turned his full attention to Vagan, recognizing the weight of his words. "What do you mean?" Leo asked, curiosity and concern mingling in his voice.
Vagan took a deep breath, choosing his words carefully. "Look, Leo, being an assassin is what we do—it’s our job. But it’s not who we are, not entirely. You can't carry the mindset of a job into your personal life. There’s a difference between being efficient and being cold."
Leo frowned slightly, wiping sweat from his brow. "Are you saying I'm cold?"
Vagan shook his head. "Not necessarily. But there’s a tendency to see everything in black and white, especially when we’re trained to be so precise and detached in our work. In real life, emotions and relationships are messier. People are complex."
"So, you’re saying I need to be more... understanding?" Leo asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
"Exactly," Vagan replied, softening his tone. "Take time to listen, really listen. Understand motivations, fears, and desires. Not everything is a target to be analyzed or a problem to be solved. Sometimes, people just need to be heard."
Leo nodded slowly, absorbing Vagan’s words. "I’ll try. It’s just... not always easy to switch gears."
"I know it's extra difficult for you, bro," Vagan said with a small smile.
"But recognizing it is the first step. You’ve got the skill, Leo. Now, let’s work on the heart.”
Reflecting on his interactions, particularly with Inés, Leo realized he had been distant and cold, not fully considering her feelings.
He resolved to change, understanding now that strength wasn't just about physical power but also about being emotionally present and supportive.
"Damn it... Yukana was right, I was being stupid," Leo admitted, a sense of guilt washing over him.
Vagan stood up, giving Leo a reassuring pat on the shoulder.
"So if I were you, my boy, I'd start making peace with Yukana," Vagan advised as he headed toward the door.
"Because no baddie like her is going to stay single forever, and God knows that's the truth," he teased with a grin before closing the door behind him.
Leo let out a small "tsk," shaking his head at Vagan's unchanging playful nature.
Despite the jest, Vagan had a point. Leo realized he needed to apologize to Yukana, acknowledging how his actions might have hurt her feelings.
Reflecting on their earlier encounter, Leo understood that his approach needed to change.
Yukana had always been there for him, and he owed it to her to express his gratitude and remorse sincerely.
With a newfound determination, he decided it was time to make things right, to bridge the gap he had inadvertently created and show her that he valued their relationship beyond the confines of their professional lives.
Meanwhile, at the fraternity park, Yukana was sitting on the beach, gazing up at the stars.
The gentle sound of waves lapping the shore provided a soothing backdrop to her thoughts.
Leo spotted her and approached quietly, sensing the weight of their earlier interactions.
When Yukana noticed him, she turned her gaze away, choosing to ignore his presence.
"Yep, I deserve that," Leo said with a sigh before settling down next to her on the sand.
"I didn't ask for your company, Leo," she said, her voice still tinged with anger.
"Well, sorry to inform you that I'm the only one who knows you'd be here," Leo replied, trying to lighten the mood.
"Though I would have preferred to meet you on the swing set."
Yukana shot him a suspicious look.
"And why would you hope to see me on the swing set? We're a bit too big for those kinds of things anymore."
Leo glanced over at the swings, a faint smile touching his lips.
"Just nostalgia, I guess. After all, that's where you met me. You were the first kid to actually talk to me, remember?"
Her expression softened slightly as she recalled the memory.
"Yeah, I remember. You were sitting there all alone, looking like you didn't want to be bothered."
"And you came over anyway," Leo added, the memory bringing a warmth to his voice.
"I didn't realize it then, but that day meant a lot to me. You didn't have to reach out, but you did."
Yukana remained quiet for a moment, the tension between them easing ever so slightly.
"You were different back then," she said softly.
"I know," Leo admitted. "And I'm sorry for how I've been lately. I’ve been so focused on everything else that I forgot about the people who matter most to me."
Yukana turned her gaze back to the stars, her anger slowly giving way to understanding.
"Just... don't shut me out, okay? We're friends, Leo. We’re supposed to be there for each other."
"I promise," Leo replied, sincerity in his voice. "I'll do better."
As they sat there under the starlit sky, the distance between them began to close, with Leo hopeful that this conversation marked a new beginning in their friendship.
"Now, let me see your hand," Leo requested, his tone gentle yet firm.
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Yukana looked at him, puzzled. "What? What for?" she asked, trying to mask any discomfort.
"Because you punched me full force in the face earlier. I know you fractured your hand a little. You're not slick at hiding your pain," Leo stated matter-of-factly.
Yukana considered lying but knew it was futile.
Leo, with his keen observational skills and their shared history, was almost like a living lie detector.
With a resigned pout, she extended her hand to him.
Leo wasted no time, carefully examining her hand.
As he gently probed the area, Yukana winced slightly when he touched a particularly tender spot.
"Just what I thought, you gave yourself a boxer's fracture in the middle of your hand from that punch," Leo diagnosed.
Yukana opened her mouth to protest, perhaps to take responsibility, but Leo cut her off.
"I know, I know. 'It's my fault for being an emotional idiot,' you've said it exactly 37 times," he remarked, recalling her typical self-reprimands.
Yukana's pout deepened, a mix of annoyance and admiration at how well he read her.
Yet, as Leo tended to her hand, she couldn't help but notice his touch—gentle and deliberate, ensuring she felt no additional pain.
His care was unexpected, a side of him she hadn't truly seen before.
"He's so gentle... I never saw that side of him," she thought, feeling a warmth spread across her cheeks.
Leo noticed her blush. "Are you feeling okay? You're all red," he asked, a hint of concern in his voice.
"Yeah, I'm fine... dummy," Yukana replied, her voice shy and tinged with embarrassment.
As they sat together, the earlier tension continued to fade, replaced by a newfound understanding and closeness.
In this quiet moment, both realized that there was more to their relationship than just camaraderie, and perhaps, something deeper was beginning to unfold.
A few days later, Leo found himself wandering around the fraternity, searching for someone. "I don't know what her habits are now, but when we were growing up, she was usually in the firing room," he thought, heading towards the range.
At the range, Fabiola was in her element, wielding her two custom-made sawed-off shotguns with precision.
She was obliterating every ballistic dummy from an impressive distance of 150 meters (or 492.12 feet). Leo approached her, watching her in action.
"You really like shotguns, don't you?" Leo said, making his presence known as he walked towards her.
Fabiola turned to him, a grin on her face. "Saboted slugs in rifled barrels?" he asked, nodding towards her weaponry.
"Yep. They have the longest range, so that's why I like them most," she replied, her smile broadening.
"Little person complex?" Leo teased, raising an eyebrow.
Fabiola feigned offense, crossing her arms. "I'll have you know I'm roughly average height for my age. Thank you very much," she retorted.
"Key word 'roughly,'" Leo said matter-of-factly, a teasing glint in his eyes.
"Oh, fuck you," Fabiola laughed, playfully punching his arm.
Her laughter was infectious, and Leo couldn't help but chuckle along with her.
Their banter was easy and familiar, a reminder of the camaraderie they shared.
Despite the teasing, there was a mutual respect and understanding between them, forged through years of friendship and shared experiences.
"What's up, Leo?" Fabiola asked, setting her shotguns down and grabbing a towel to wipe the sweat from her brow.
"Well, while I was in Mexico, I stayed with a small family—a mom, dad, and their little girl."
Fabiola's smile faded slightly, sensing the gravity in Leo's voice. "What happened?"
"Oh, nothing. They're perfectly fine. Geez, everyone has a grim mind around here," Leo replied, his tone a blend of sarcasm and weariness.
Fabiola looked confused. "Okay, then why are you bringing this up?"
Leo took a deep breath. "Fabiola, I don't know how to say this without sounding crazy, but I think I found your family—the people who gave you away."
Fabiola's eyes widened, and she froze mid-towel. "What are you talking about?" she asked, her voice a mix of disbelief and hope.
"When I was in Juárez, their daughter Inés told me her last name was Francisca. I didn't think much of it at the time, but it kept gnawing at me. So, I did some digging," Leo said, his expression earnest. "They've been looking for you since you were a baby."
Fabiola's eyes searched Leo's face for any signs of deception, but all she saw was his sincerity.
"How do you know it's them? It could be a coincidence," she said, trying to keep her emotions in check.
"I felt the same way. Anybody could have the same last name with no relation. So I had to make sure." He pulled out a little vial of blood.
"When I told Inés that she might have a sister, she let me take some blood for a DNA test. I had it run through some of the best underground labs, and the results came back with a 99.999% match."
Fabiola stared at the vial, her hands shaking. The revelation hit her like a ton of bricks, sending waves of emotion crashing through her.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" she whispered, her eyes brimming with tears.
Leo looked at her with shame in his eyes. "Because, on my way back home, I broke contact with her. I thought that if I kept her away from this life, she'd be safe, and I wanted to stop you from going to look for them."
Fabiola's expression shifted from shock to anger. "You had no right to do that!" she shouted, her voice echoing through the range.
"I know I don't, and I can live with that. But do you really think an assassin like us should have a weakness like that? If you don't know where they are, whoever we piss off can't find them either," Leo's voice was firm, yet filled with a hint of regret.
Fabiola's eyes narrowed, the anger in her voice palpable. "You've got a lot of nerve, Leo. You think you know what's best for me? You think hiding them from me is the same as keeping them safe?"
"The hardest choices require the strongest wills. I can make choices without any real moral repercussions. I've killed men, Fabiola, and so have you. I'm just the only one from our generation who didn't cry once after killing their first man," Leo said, his voice filled with a hint of sadness.
Fabiola took a deep breath, trying to process what Leo had just said.
Her thoughts raced through every mission they had been on together, every life they had taken, and every time they had watched each other's backs. "What do you want from me, Leo?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I want you to make the hardest choice. It's just that simple." Leo looked at her with a seriousness that Fabiola rarely saw.
"If you want to find them, I'll help you. But you need to understand that once you do, there's no turning back. Your life and theirs as you know it will change forever. Do you have the strongest will to not put them in danger to see them?"
Fabiola's anger subsided, replaced by a swirl of emotions—gratitude for Leo's protection, anger at his deception, and confusion about her own feelings.
She took the vial of blood from Leo's hand, holding it tightly. "Thank you for looking out for me," she said, her voice strained. "But it's my choice to make now. And if they're out there, I need to know."
Leo handed her a picture they left for him. "You can have this. They had it in their house. They've been looking for you, Fabiola."
Her eyes searched the image, taking in every detail.
It was a family portrait, with a mother, a father, and a young girl who bore a striking resemblance to her.
Fabiola felt a lump form in her throat as she realized the truth of Leo's words.
"I grew attached to them too, Fabiola, so from someone who cares as well... just leave them alone," Leo's voice was softer than usual, his eyes reflecting the sadness he felt at the thought of losing Fabiola to the outside world.
Fabiola studied the picture, her emotions a tumultuous storm.
"I can't just ignore this, Leo," she said, her voice shaking. "I have to know why they gave me up. I need closure."
"That's all you want, Fabiola?" Leo asked, hope lacing his voice.
Fabiola looked up from the picture, her eyes meeting Leo's. "No, I need to meet them," she said firmly.
"But I won't bring them into this world. I owe them that much."
"I don't know where they are currently. Your dad turned me into the cartel and left their house," Leo said with a frown. "But I can at least let you talk to them. I still have Inés's number.”
Fabiola took a deep breath, trying to process everything. "Okay, give me the number," she said, her voice shaky.
Leo put the number into her phone. "There, now you can contact her," he said, his voice devoid of any emotion.
Fabiola then gave Leo a hug, which surprised him. "What's this for?" Leo asked awkwardly.
"You're an idiot, but thanks for looking out for me," she said, her voice muffled against his chest.
Leo rubbed her head gently. "Why do girls keep calling me that? Only my emotional intelligence is low, okay?" he joked, trying to lighten the mood.
Fabiola pulled away, punching him lightly on the chest. "Don't change the subject. You're supposed to be comforting me, not making fun of yourself," she said with a half-smile.
"Well, at least you didn't kiss me like Inés did. That was weird," Leo said, attempting to lighten the mood with a wry grin.
Fabiola rolled her eyes, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips. "Yeah, she's got some issues. No girl should kiss a guy who's always so blunt."
"That would hurt if I had feelings," Leo quipped, taking the light jab in stride.
Fabiola rolled her eyes again, but this time her smile was genuine. "You're one of a kind, Leo," she said, shaking her head slightly.
Their banter was a comforting return to normalcy, a reminder of the easy camaraderie they shared.
Despite the emotional weight of their conversation, there was solace in their friendship, a bond that could weather even the toughest revelations.
As they stood there, the air around them felt lighter, filled with the promise of mutual support and understanding.
Minutes later, Elara sat in her office, her attention buried in a stack of paperwork.
"There's a lot of missions here... I could probably send some of the lower ranks to deal with them," she mused, contemplating her next move.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.
"It's open," she called out, inviting the visitor in.
To her surprise, Leo walked into the office, causing her to pause. "Oh. Leo..." she said awkwardly, feeling a mix of emotions around him.
Leo sat down in the chair across from her, sensing the tension in the air.
He was trying to find the right words, knowing the conversation ahead was important.
"Listen, Leo... I should say—" Elara began, intending to address the tension between them.
But Leo interrupted, his voice steady and purposeful. "In shadows, we guide without chains; balance is our creed, and freedom our aim. We act not to alter the world, but to ensure its choices remain. Do you remember the meaning of our Creed, Elara?"
Elara paused, the weight of the Creed's words settling over her.
It was a reminder of their shared purpose and the principles that guided their actions.
She nodded slowly, understanding the significance of Leo's question. "Of course, I remember," she replied, her voice tinged with a mix of reverence and reflection.
Leo leaned forward slightly, his gaze steady. "We have to stay true to it, Elara. Even when things get complicated. Especially then."
Elara sighed, the tension easing as she acknowledged the truth in his words. "I know. It’s just... sometimes, the lines blur, and it’s hard to see where we stand."
"No, those lines should never blur, Elara," Leo insisted, his voice firm and unwavering.
"This is our Creed, our way of life. To always stay neutral, to keep the world in balance. Not too much good or evil—this has been the way of the fraternity for thousands of years."
Elara looked at Leo, surprised by the wisdom he displayed despite his age.
There was a depth to his understanding that resonated with her, a clarity of purpose that reminded her of the path they were meant to walk.
"However, when I saw what they did to you... the person I held so dear to me, I just snapped," Leo continued, his voice carrying a mix of regret and conviction.
"Like something just said 'Leo, go.' And that's what I did. For disobeying the Creed is punishable by death, yet why do you and Cross keep me alive?"
Elara paused, considering his question. "Because, Leo, what you did came from a place of loyalty and love. It wasn’t a mindless act of rebellion. It was a testament to your humanity, your connection to us. To me."
She leaned back in her chair, her gaze softening as she looked at him. "The Creed is our guide, yes, but it's not infallible. Sometimes, it takes someone with heart to remind us of the importance of those we care about. You may have acted outside its bounds, but you did so for reasons that are hard to fault."
Leo listened, absorbing her words.
There was a sense of relief in knowing that his actions, though reckless, had not severed the ties he valued most.
Elara continued, "Cross and I see potential in you, Leo. A potential that goes beyond just adhering to the rules. You have the ability to bring balance, even when things seem lost.”
Her words carried a weight of responsibility, but also a promise of trust.
In that moment, Leo realized that his journey was not just about following the Creed but understanding when to listen to his heart and when to uphold the delicate balance they were sworn to protect.
Elara stood up and enveloped Leo in a hug, her embrace filled with warmth and sincerity.
"I'm sorry for putting that weight on your shoulders, Leo..." she whispered, pulling him closer and holding him tightly.
"I should have been the one to tell you to do that," she continued, her voice tinged with regret.
"My role as your mentor is to be the rock, a prime example of what you all should strive for... but I was too weak, too weak to protect them."
She didn't need to specify that she meant protecting Leo as well, because deep down, she knew he had far surpassed her in many ways.
Leo gently held her arms with his hands, offering comfort and understanding.
"Rocks are still vulnerable to water, and trauma is the water jet that can cut through anything," he said softly, acknowledging both her strength and her vulnerability.
Elara drew back slightly, looking into Leo's eyes with a mixture of gratitude and respect.
"You always know what to say, even when things seem their darkest," she said, a faint smile touching her lips.
"And you taught me that," Leo replied, his voice steady and filled with appreciation for the guidance she had provided over the years.
In that moment, the bond between them felt unbreakable, forged through shared experiences and mutual respect.
They both understood the importance of balance—not just in the world, but within themselves.
As they stood together, mentor and mentee, they were reminded of the strength they found in each other, a strength that would continue to guide them through whatever challenges lay ahead.
Two weeks later, Cross called Leo into his office. "So, do you understand why I called you in here, Leo?" Cross asked, his tone measured.
"Punishment for my disobedience?" Leo replied bluntly, cutting to the chase.
"I could, if I really wanted to. But I actually do, just not death," Cross said, his words surprising Leo.
"Then why did you call me in here?" Leo asked, curiosity piqued.
Cross stood up and began walking toward the door of his office.
"Come, humor me for a moment, Leo," he said, holding the door open for him.
Without questioning further, Leo followed him. They got into Cross's car and drove into the city.
As they navigated through the bustling streets, Leo stared out the window, pondering the unusual situation.
"Why are you even doing this, Mr. Cross? You're acting pretty out of character,"Leo remarked, breaking the silence.
"I know I am," Cross admitted, keeping his eyes on the road.
"You and I are pretty similar in personality, so I think you're the only one who could understand me. I just wanted to test something with you really quickly."
Leo turned his gaze from the window to Cross, intrigued by his words. "What exactly are you testing?"
Cross glanced at Leo briefly before returning his focus to driving.
"It's about understanding the balance between our duties and personal connections—the Creed we live by versus the personal bonds we form. Sometimes, I wonder if we can truly uphold both without compromising one."
Leo considered Cross's words carefully, recognizing the underlying struggle they both faced.
"It's not easy, balancing the two. But maybe it's not about choosing one over the other. Maybe it's about finding a way to let them coexist."
Cross nodded, a slight smile forming on his lips. "That's exactly what I was hoping to hear from you, Leo. Let's see if we can explore that coexistence further today."
As they continued their drive through the city, the conversation between them marked the beginning of a deeper understanding and exploration of their shared paths, where duty and personal connections could intertwine without conflict.
Cross took Leo to Fairfields Ave, stopping in front of a rundown white house with a wheelchair ramp.
"5084 Fairfields Ave... This was the house I grew up in, pretty much. The crazy thing is that this wasn't even my own house," Cross said.
Leo looked puzzled. "If this wasn't your house, then whose was it?"
Cross laughed lightly. "This was my boy Johnny's house. His mom, Jaime, practically raised me. My mom was too busy letting men run through her and getting high to even bother watching me. Miss Jaime had two other kids besides Johnny. She hustled to sell drugs to support her family because Johnny was her only autistic child, so he got her full attention. We're friends even to this day, even before the fraternity trained me," Cross said, smiling at the memory.
Leo listened closely, trying to grasp the information given.
Later, they went to the library. "The Eden Park Branch Library. I used to walk to this place every day. I read a book occasionally, but I mostly used the computer. I had my street friends and my library friends. My street friends would occasionally go to the library, but they weren't really into it like I was. My library friends, on the other hand, came to the library every day just like I did," Cross explained.
Leo browsed through some of the books. "There's a decent variety, but they also have movies here too?" he asked.
"Yeah, our library had nothing but books, but here you can get books and movies. They also occasionally have city council meetings here. Crazy how a library near the hood would even have the same importance," Cross said.
Leo looked around and mostly saw adults. "Where are the kids? Weren't there more kids here when you were growing up?" Leo asked.
"Oh, hell yeah. Capital Middle is literally across the street. Kids used to go from middle school all the way to the library after school. But nowadays, they only care about getting into this street stuff. Parents blame the rappers for influencing their children to do criminal activity, but even though that's part of the problem, at the end of the day they are choosing to do this. People who are rapping aren’t even saying 'join gangs' or something to that caliber. There are multiple factors, but at the end of the day everybody has choices. Some people choose to get into that life, to act like they had it rough, like their mamas never gave a damn about them like mine did. But I didn’t go around robbing or killing people for no reason. At the end of the day, I love black people but, oh God, I can't stand a nigga," Cross said, his voice filled with frustration and a deep sense of understanding of the complexities of his past environment.
Leo reflected on Cross's words, understanding more about his mentor's background and the social dynamics that shaped him.
It was a raw and honest insight into the challenges and choices that defined their paths, revealing the resilience and determination that Cross carried with him from his upbringing.
Cross continued to show Leo around the areas of his childhood, including the Triple S corner store where he knew the owners, the hair store where he briefly held a job before realizing they were underpaying him, and his old schools—Wildwood Elementary and Broadmoor Middle.
Leo took in everything he was shown but eventually spoke up.
"With respect, sir, I think you're just wasting our time by beating around this massive bush," Leo said.
Cross looked at Leo and sighed. "Yeah, you're right. I pretty much showed you everything I wanted to anyway."
They drove to Gus Young Park and took a seat at a picnic table.
"Sorry if I sound inconsiderate. What you showed me is really interesting. I'm surprised you're even letting me get to know your childhood, but can you please say what you want to say?" Leo asked, trying to be respectful.
"Blunt and to the point. It's annoying, but at least you speak your mind. That's respectable," Cross said, taking a deep breath.
"We're similar, Leo, you and I. We both are logical individuals who try to keep our feelings in check when making decisions, and I can relate to you more than anyone, actually. I'm the leader of an ancient organization; it's my job to make sure everything is in order. We kill people, Leo. It's always been this way, though we don't take the lives of the innocent. But I can't say that I'm 100% a believer in our Creed.”
"But your logic is flawed. If you don't 100% agree with our Creed, then why do you follow it to the letter? It makes no sense," Leo replied.
"Fair point, but I do it because, unlike you and most people here, I wasn't born into the fraternity. They picked me up off the street at 10 years old and trained me with everybody else. I had to work the hardest to get where I am, so I could change the fraternity while still keeping our principles," Cross said, looking into Leo's eyes.
"Believe me when I tell you that the chosen selection was much harder than what you and the rest experienced. Back when we were training, there could only be two S-ranked assassins who could pass; everyone else would have to battle to the death."
The grim reality sunk in, and Leo realized something.
"But that was in place to make sure that only the strongest deserved that rank. So why would you change the tradition?" Leo asked.
"Because if I didn't, the only one who would pass could only be you or Vagan and Yukana," Cross pointed out.
"Would you kill one of them despite knowing how close you were to them? Even though they're not your enemy?" Cross asked, looking at Leo with a stone-cold expression.
Leo knew what the logical answer was, "If it was necessary, then yes," but he remained silent instead, not wanting to answer.
"It wouldn't be... a pleasurable choice," Leo said, though his answer was half-hearted, and Cross could see right through it.
"Yeah, it wouldn't be. But me and all of your other instructors had to do the same thing to get our status. Everyone here has potential; some can live up to that potential, but you and the others can. You all just need more training, more experience."
Cross's words hung in the air, a testament to the harsh realities of their world and the difficult choices that came with their roles.
It was a sobering reminder of the path they walked and the responsibilities they bore, not just to their Creed but to each other.
"So, after showing you everything I did today, how do you feel?" Cross asked, gauging Leo's response to determine his next move.
Leo's reply was swift, his voice carrying an edge of detachment. "Nothing," he said, pausing as if to let the word settle in the air.
"I understand the full meaning behind your message—to demonstrate that even as the leader, you are still human. Your feelings are evident, showcasing both your strengths and vulnerabilities, just like any other person. However, I find myself unable to relate to you, or anyone else, in that way. I wish I could, but I'm uncertain if I possess the capacity for that quintessentially human function," Leo said, his tone turning colder.
Cross paused, the realization dawning on him. Leo's demeanor and responses suggested he experienced emotions, but his struggle lay in expressing them like others.
It was as if Leo felt emotions in a muted way, comprehending them intellectually but lacking the ability to fully connect with them on an emotional level.
Understanding this, Cross saw Leo in a new light.
It wasn't that Leo lacked empathy or humanity; rather, he processed the world differently.
This difference didn't diminish his potential; it simply required a different approach to nurturing his growth within the fraternity.
"That's okay, Leo," Cross said, his voice gentle. "We all have our ways of processing what we feel. The important thing is that you're aware of it and willing to try. Emotions can be complex, but that doesn't define your capability or your worth."
Leo listened, absorbing Cross's understanding and acceptance.
It was a moment of clarity for both of them, opening a path for Leo to explore his unique way of connecting with the world.
In the serene park where sunlight dappled through the canopy of trees, Cross rose from the bench, his actions deliberate and purposeful.
The gentle rustle of leaves and distant chirping of birds provided a tranquil backdrop, but the tension between him and Leo was palpable as Cross spoke. "Okay, now that that's out of the way, it's time for your punishment."
The entire park seemed to pause, the atmosphere shifting subtly as the weight of Cross's words settled in.
Leo stood across from him, his expression composed yet betraying a flicker of curiosity and apprehension as he anticipated what was to come.
Cross's presence was authoritative, yet his eyes held a depth of empathy.
This moment was not merely about discipline but about fostering growth and understanding.
The punishment was intended as a crucial step toward uncovering hidden facets of Leo's humanity.
"Since you are unable to feel like your fellow assassins, you are temporarily suspended from the fraternity until further notice," Cross declared.
Leo's confusion was evident, but before he could voice his questions, Cross continued.
"This is to teach you about your humanity, Leo. The others have bonded through the fraternity, keeping theirs intact. Since you lack the capacity to do it naturally, I believe spending time with common people should allow you to understand more in a traditional, normal setting. Think of it as a temporary retirement."
Leo's mind raced with questions. "But who am I going to stay with? How can I fully adapt to a society I have never been a part of?" he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
Cross offered a knowing smile. "We're assassins, Leo.
It's what we do. Besides, you're a smart boy; you'll figure it out.
Plus, if you enjoy your retirement, I wouldn’t bring you back into this life.
You can stay out of action as long as you want. With you gone, everyone will strive to surpass you."
The words hung in the air, a mix of challenge and opportunity.
The park remained a silent witness to their exchange, its natural beauty contrasting the profound shift in Leo's path.
"As for your living arrangements, don't worry about it too much, Leo. I can handle that for you. Just focus on your own growth," Cross reassured him as he strolled toward the car with a casual confidence.
His tone shifted to a playful note, "Now come on, it's pizza night tonight, and you know everybody will eat up all the boxes."
Leo couldn't help but crack a small, rare smile as he followed Cross.
The prospect of pizza night, a simple yet cherished tradition within the fraternity, added a touch of normalcy to the otherwise momentous day.
As they settled into the car and began the drive back, Leo's mind was a whirl of thoughts.
A normal setting... This is going to be quite challenging, but I'll find a way to deal with it, he mused, his gaze fixed on the passing scenery.
The idea of living among the common people was both daunting and intriguing, a new frontier for him to explore.
The smile lingered on Leo's lips, a subtle yet significant expression for someone who struggled to articulate happiness.
It was a feeling that brought a warm, tingly sensation he couldn't quite describe but found undeniably pleasant.
Leo's rare smile was a testament to the small spark of hope ignited within him, a glimmer of possibility that perhaps he could find his place in the world beyond the fraternity.
As they drove through the fading light of day, the future seemed a little less daunting and a bit more inviting.
As they drove through the winding streets, Cross gripped the steering wheel, trying to steady his hands, which had begun trembling uncontrollably.
"Damn it, not now..." he muttered under his breath, frustration creeping into his voice.
The red light ahead offered a brief respite, and he seized the moment to glance sideways at Leo, who seemed lost in thought, staring out the window at the world passing by.
In those fleeting seconds, Cross discreetly reached into his pocket and retrieved a small bottle of pills.
With practiced ease, he quickly swallowed a dose, ensuring his actions went unnoticed by Leo.
The medication worked swiftly, calming the tremors and restoring steadiness to his hands.
Good... I have to show no weakness... Cross thought, determination reinforcing his resolve.
The light turned green, and he smoothly accelerated, the car gliding forward once more.
The drive continued in silence, Cross maintaining a facade of calm and control.
He knew he couldn't afford to reveal vulnerability, especially not to Leo, who was embarking on a journey of self-discovery and growth.
Yet, within the confines of the car, Cross was reminded of his own battles, the silent struggles that he managed in the shadows, away from the eyes of those who looked up to him.
As they drove on, the world outside seemed to blur into shades of twilight, a reminder that both of them were navigating their own paths, each fraught with challenges and the hope of overcoming them.