My Dangerous Boy's

Part 114 - Grave's

3 Weeks later...

America, Los Angeles - Zavier's mansion.

07:00 PM

The clattering of footsteps of someone was heard filling the entire corner of the mansion he had lived in all this time. A tired breath sounded as his brown eyes glanced towards the watch he was wearing. The clock was showing at 07:00, and he was already a few hours late.

Hopefully that person won't be so angry with him.

Zavier continued walking, until his legs carried him to a room with a white door. His right hand stretched out, about to open the door, but stopped when Zavier exhaled again.

After that, the door opened slowly as he bent his head inside, intending to find a figure who had been staying in his room for three weeks.

His brown eyes moved through the room. Neat and clean, as if just cleaned by the figure. His two feet then stepped slowly, walking into the room because no one had stopped him when Zavier knocked on the door.

Then, the man moved to sit on the bed. His mouth flashed a faint smile as his ears heard the sound of dripping water coming from the bathroom, followed by the open bathroom door.

The beautiful figure came out with wet hair, while her body was wrapped neatly by a white towel. But, the girl's footsteps stopped when she realized that there was Zavier sitting on his bed.

The figure immediately scowled angrily towards him and advanced his lips a few inches forward.

"What's wrong?" the woman asked and rolled her eyeballs, before walking towards the closet and opening it. He picked up some clothes while muttering unclearly.

Next to Zavier's eyebrows was raised in wonder. "You why? Menstruation again?" the tanya was plain, making the girl spontaneously throbbing displeased. His head was out from behind the closet.

"Stupid!" grumbled the girl, then closed the closet door after picking up a plain T-shirt and shorts.

Zavier's ruffled waist. "You're too disrespectful to your brother, Zaviera," he said in a warning tone.

However, the only one who was advised was to whistle innocence and put his clothes on the bed. "I don't care" he said as he chuckled in front of Zavier.

The man hissed, then raised both his legs on the bed and sat down cross-legged. "You ready? We should pay a visit to his grave before night."

"I don't have any money. Please buy me some fresh flowers later," Zaviera replied and removed the towel that wrapped around her body to show her underwear, leaving Zavier to lie on the bed with both hands closed.

"Where's all the junk money that daddy gave you yesterday?"

"Once," said Zaviera without burden and immediately put on the clothes he had taken with lightning speed.

There was a soft sound from Zavier. "Boross!"

Not to be outdone, Zaviera responded quickly. "I have to buy my other clothes and equipment" he said with annoyance and again grumbled indistinctly.

Yeah, that's Zavier's life now. His mansion is now inhabited by a beautiful figure who transformed as his brother. While Clayton, his father Zavier will always visit his residence once a week.

What a shocking reality for the Zavier family is that the child they thought had died is coming back to life. And, after Clayton learned that all this was Franklin's doing, the man was furious.

And, five days after the incident, Clayton's piled up work in New York began to be taken in part by Christian, so Clayton and his beloved wife had time to visit Zavier and Zaviera on Sunday.

Meanwhile, Zavier himself inherited Clayton's hospital and campus. The man finally decided to leave his mafia world despite being a little heavy-hearted. But, that's okay, as long as Zavier can still make money again.

Well, everything went fast. Then, two weeks ago was the day that Zaviera remembered all about him. Well, he remembered it with nothing he had forgotten.

The day he was kidnapped and taken to New York, forced to work, and brainwashed, everything was clearly recorded in his brain.

Zaviera told me everything in front of Zavier. According to his memory, when Zaviera himself was fifteen years old, he killed someone accidentally. Wearing right? Just imagine, that unintentional murder overshadowed Zaviera for years, before Franklin brainwashed him again.

Moreover, the surprising fact is, it was Shella's sister who was killed by Zaviera.

Not only Zavier, but William, Shella's own father was immediately shocked and had fainted when he heard such a terrible reality. However, Zavier knows that William does not hate himself and his family. The man said that it was just a mistake that could have been made by all of humanity. In fact, Zavier himself was moved to hear it. William was so kind.

The middle-aged man also had time to tell about Shella who demanded hard to move to Los Angeles due to the death of her sister. Of course, it was very painful even if done accidentally.

"Sister, I'm ready," whispered someone suddenly next to Zavier's ear, making the man instantly aware with all his daydream.

His brown eyes opened, then straightened his back quickly and realized that Zaviera was fully dressed. The girl just stared at him innocently with a thin smile that adorned her beautiful face.

The man finally sighed, before being forced to get out of his bed. "We'll buy some flower stalks at the nearest florist first."

***

It's a lie that Zavier doesn't miss Shella now, because in reality, the longing that words can't describe gushed into her as soon as her foot stepped on the ground.

His heart was beating fast, looking at the place he was visiting at the moment. His brown eyes moved around, realizing that there was no one else but himself and Zaviera. Moreover, the cold air wind only made Zavier even more unsettled.

Zavier finally sighed, trying to calm down even though it seemed like his efforts were in vain.

"You are facing the god of death." The voice suddenly sounded from behind, followed by an amused ruckus sound from someone.

Zavier. "Zaviera, don't joke around in this place" he exclaimed and glanced at Zaviera. The flower in his hand was tightly grasped, before taking a breath to fill his lungs which were suddenly depleted of oxygen.

Zaviera just nodded in understanding, then walked past some graves that were in front of him. Zavier just followed his sister.

The dark aura felt especially clear as the man's eyes involuntarily glanced at the several tombstones inscribed with the names of the deceased people. Zavier involuntarily held a nervous breath.

His brown eyes then glanced restlessly around, then quickly found his sister who had stopped at one of the tombstones. The body seemed to stiffen for a moment, before with trembling hands, Zaviera placed the freshly bought flower on top of the tomb.

Without stopping his steps, Zavier walked until he reached Zaviera's place. His eyes looked at the tombstone that was in front of him, read the name printed there, then sighed again.

He missed.