Rise of the Rejected Deity from Chaos-Chapter 89 - 88: The Blind Fangs [2]

The boy gripping Seiya by his shirt, made to yank him forward but Seiya didn’t even budge. He tried again but still couldn’t bring him to move an inch.

"Huh? What’s with this asshole?" He spat brazenly, his patience running thin.

"Proving stubborn, is he?" One of them commented, cracking his fist as he stepped forward.

But before he could get within Seiya’s range, a heavy punch came slamming straight onto his face, hurtling him back with intense speed.

This surprised the others, prompting them to take a fighting stance with their eyes locked onto Seiya’s elite who casually rotated his wrist, clenching and unclenching the hand with which he had sent one of the boys flying.

"Hah?!" The one who held Seiya growled, veins pulsing across his forehead.

Seiya’s elite turned to him, his eyes falling on the hand with which the boy clenched Seiya’s shirt.

Before the boy could even react, Seiya’s elite sent a punch his way. But the boy reacted swiftly, dipping low just before the punch could land. With his hand still gripping Seiya’s shirt, and within the same span of time, he snapped his leg forward, landing a straight side kick onto the elite’s leg.

The kick propelled the elite backward, faltering his balance but not for long as he quickly regained his footing, shooting forward instantly to land an uppercut.

The boy instantly freed Seiya from his hold, reflexively back flipping out of harm’s way.

Securing his balance, he made to advance again but his phone rang out, halting him mid-step. He grumpily retrieved his phone from his pocket, pressing it to his ear with furrowed brows.

"What?" He let out angrily into the phone.

"The police, the police are here," a panting voice sounded at the other end of the call.

"So? It’s not like they could do much," the boy replied.

"No… huff… it’s not just anyone—it’s him!" the voice strained, the urgency clear through the crackling line. "He’s already close by, and—krugh… kruh… beep, beep." The call stuttered with the failing signal before cutting off abruptly.

"Damn it!" The boy cursed, shoving his phone back into his pocket.

"Don’t think this is over! We’re coming for you!" he declared before they bolted out the back door.

Seiya’s elite turned to him, eyes scanning him. "Are you alright?" His tone was light.

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Seiya remained gazing in silence, offering no response. He would’ve very much liked to reply with: ’Do I not look alright?’, to the question he deemed unnecessary but he held back.

From a fair distance away, the shopkeeper watched them for a moment before shuffling over to them. "Uhm…so..uhm," he hesitated, pitting his index finger against each other with his bloodied face buried downward.

"Thank you," he finally let out. Seiya and his elite gazed at him, obviously confused as to why they were being thanked.

Noting the expression on Seiya’s elite’s face since he couldn’t see Seiya’s because of his blindfold, the shopkeeper’s hand flailed about messily. "Of course I know you didn’t do much or intend to help me, but if you hadn’t come in and attracted their attention, they’d have still been beating me," he rapped in a fit of panic, eyes spinning round in their sockets.

"Phew!" He breathed out after blurting out all that he wanted to, his posture relaxing.

"Plus, I know the reason they retreated is because someone called the police. And I’m sure Fuuichi is the one heading here, that’s why they retreated instantly," the shopkeeper said calmly, his bruised face exuding a warm expression.

He raised his gaze to look at Seiya and his elite and when he noticed the blank stare of Seiya elite, he shot into panic mode again.

"F-Fuuichi is an Awakener who instead of joining the Saviours of Humanity Association, joined the police force. He can be quite ruthless to rogues so he’s well known by them and plenty fear him," he explained immediately even though Seiya and his elite asked nothing.

"Phew," he breathed out in relief again, relaxing. "Anyway," he looked up at them. "As a thank you, you both are free to take anything you want," he smiled warmly at them.

It sounded like a once in a lifetime opportunity for them—without a word, Seiya and his elite turned and started packing the snacks and food they had been eying. They packed plenty without holding back, making the boy’s eyes spin in mild regret.

The boy ringed up the bunch of snacks and food they’d taken and waved them bye as they left.

Seiya and his elite walked down the street, casually eating from their packs of snacks that were full and clutched tight to their chest. They strode down, oblivious to their surroundings whether or not they seemed weird—though they looked quite like a decent set of kids that had gone shopping.

As they strolled along, a faint voice drifted through the air—soft, but unmistakably calling out to them. They halted in unison, turning toward the source of the sound.

From the opposite side of the road, a man waved, signaling them to wait up. The man crossed over, approaching them till he reached and stopped in front of them.

Seiya gazed at the man in silence, feeling somehow familiar but couldn’t quite place him. He turned his gaze to his elite who without any word, understood Seiya.

The elite inched closer to Seiya, and whispered in his ear. "It’s Hayne’s uncle," he revealed and Seiya was like ’oh!’ in his mind.

"Aren’t you the kids Hayne brought along with him to my shop?" The man asked, looking from Seiya to his elite.

Once again, like they always had, they remained silent, glancing awkwardly between themselves. The man stared back awkwardly at them, at a loss for their bizarre behavior.

"It’s definitely you boys," the man let out after a while. "I can’t mistake this blindfold at all."

"So, how are your eyes now?" he asked, glancing at Seiya. Before Seiya could reply, the man leaned in, scrutinizing his eyes through the blindfold. Faint, round stains marked the fabric—wet circles the man recognized as blood.

"They still haven’t healed?!" he asked, perplexed. Seiya had spoken so confidently before, as if simply avoiding harsh light would be enough to recover—even if he didn’t visit a hospital.

Seiya considered explaining that it was because he’d been outside for some time, but he kept it to himself. Instead, he simply watched the man in silence.

The man sighed, shaking his head slightly. "You should take better care of yourself," he advised. "Anyway, tell Hayne I said hi. And you guys are free to use that house however long you want," he paused then continued. "Well, Hayne will be returning home soon but still…"

After preaching to them to be careful and all that, the man waved them bye and left. Seiya’s elite resumed walking but Seiya stayed behind, his gaze lingering in a particular direction. Seiya slightly pushed up his sleep mask as if to gaze clearly at the direction. His eyes lingered there for a while before pushing his sleep mask back in place and rejoining his elite.

They both made their way home but since they didn’t have the keys to get in, the elite had to break the keyhole before they could get in. Since the others weren’t yet home, they sat on the couch, waiting with their snacks by their side.

After a long while, Kaeliyus and Hayne came home—they had come to see if Seiya and his elite had returned home since they couldn’t find them anywhere. The moment they noticed the door had been broken in, their hearts lurched and they immediately rushed inside.

In the living room, sitting ever so comfortably was Seiya and his elite, packs of snacks by their sides.

Hayne’s brow twitched, his face brimming with rage. But before he could even take a step forward, Kaeliyus overtook him, rushing over to Seiya.

"My Lord," he breathed out, relief evident in his tone. "Are you alright? Did something happen? Were you taken away or did you leave yourself?" He bombarded Seiya with questions, scrutinizing him for any injury. When he realized that Seiya was alright, he exhaled a relief. "I thought I’d lost you after only just finding you," he murmured.

Hayne stomped forward angrily, invading Seiya’s privacy by leaning in so close to his face. "Do you know how worried we were?!" He yelled, causing Kaeliyus’ head to snap toward him, anger simmering in his eyes at the brash tone Hayne used on his young Lord.

"Why would you both just leave like that? What happened to us laying low to avoid complications? Ugh.." Hayne sighed, rubbing a hand over his brows.

"Never, do that again! Please," Hayne warned. Despite the harsh tone and way Hayne scolded Seiya, his concern and worry was evident.

Kaeliyus didn’t intervene as much as he would like to, he merely sat aside, teeth snapping together with furrowed brows like he wanted to chew Hayne raw.

"Ugh…" Hayne sighed again, sinking onto the couch with a weary thump. "You seriously just shaved a hundred years off my lifespan," he muttered, yawning as his head lolled against the couch’s headrest.

Seiya and his elite neither said anything nor reacted, they simply sat still like molded statues.

"Thanks to you guys, we didn’t even get to the mart to buy any food," Hayne chided.

He sluggishly extended a hand, rummaging through Seiya’s pack to grab a snack. Chewing lazily, he ate with little thought, simply appeasing his hunger—until a sudden realization struck him, jolting him upright.

"You," he turned to Seiya sharply. "You didn’t steal these right?" He asked, eyes wide with anticipation for Seiya’s answer.

Seiya and his elite glanced at each other, not saying a thing.

"You didn’t, right?" Hayne pressed, patience thinning with a thumping heart.

"I didn’t," Seiya finally replied and Hayne let out a sigh of relief. He resumed eating the snack only for a thought to strike him again, freezing him.

"Don’t tell me," his eyes widened at Seiya with nervousness. "You didn’t just waltz in, threaten the shop owner and pack all these, right?"

"How absurd!" Kaeliyus cut in, clearly angered. "How dare you think so low of my Lord?! He’s a benevolent Lord so he obviously can’t resort to such a thing!" Kaeliyus declared with certainty but when his gaze flicked to Seiya’s due to how he remained silent to Hayne’s question, the corner of his lips twitched.

"I-I mean," Kaeliyus turned back to Hayne awkwardly. "Even if he did such a thing, it’s an act worthy of praise," he remarked shamelessly.

"I didn’t," Seiya replied and Kaeliyus immediately chimed. "See?"

Hayne exhaled out loud again, slouching down the couch for a second before shooting up again. "Then how did you get money for all these?" He asked, his blood pressure spiking.

"It was given to us for free," Seiya replied. Hayne stared at them, eyes brimming with disbelief. He just found it hard to believe that there are people out there that would be generous to these two. But before he could press any further, the telephone rang.

"Ugh…" Hayne sighed, dragging himself over to the ringing phone.

"Yes uncle," he said when he answered.

As Hayne listened intently to the phone, his expression grew increasingly strained, his eyes widening with every passing second in mounting horror.

The others watched in silence, puzzled by his sudden change. After a minute, the phone slipped from his grip, eyes wide with terror as he breathed out to Seiya. "What did you do?!"