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Zelo would’ve been lying had he said he wasn’t grumpy over the mishap that had happened maybe three hours before. He would’ve also been lying if he said it wasn’t partly his fault. For someone with a bold and strong nature as Zelo, it was normal for him to be so stubborn about it despite the troubles it caused others. He also had a tendency to hurt those he loved with his words, attacking them like violence against humanity. It seemed wrong of him to be so unjustified but he was the Harbinger of Death so it would’ve went past his nature if he wasn’t so brash and arrogant. Many assumed it might’ve been because he hadn’t any parental figures to look after his tedious behaviour but Zelo always thought it as a load of bull. He didn’t need anyone looking over him, he was perfectly fine on his own – strong and courageous and free of any chains that might’ve leashed him.

“Stupid Jungmin hyung…” he grumbled miserably under his own breath as he kicked a pebble out of his way. His heterochromatic eyes glared at the ground. Had he looked up and looked into a passerby’s eyes, they would’ve thought he looked strange with red and blue irises. Heterochromia wasn’t uncommon in the forces because they were so different from normal deities but just because it was a norm they all associated with didn’t mean Zelo wasn’t offended by the odd stares he received from time to time when his emotions took over him. If anything, the weird looks he got from others fueled his anger on even more; the force grit his jaws as he sneered at the crowd of people. “What are you looking at?! Do you have a death wish?”

The problem with Zelo was that his body was that of a teenager’s which had more than enough hormones that rage his impending destruction when angered. Dying at the age of sixteen had done him more deadly things than good but he couldn’t complain when he looked younger than the rest. Taehyung was the second youngest in terms of the body he took shape in but he supposed Wish and the Harbinger were much different in comparison; mostly because Wish could actually wish himself to become younger even if his body was a sixty year old man’s. Fear was next in line, but Zelo really couldn’t be bothered to outline his fellow forces’ human ages.

To everyone else, Zelo was an ill-tempered young man who had anger management issues. It really was a shame because he couldn’t quite see his troubled tendencies and in fact, saw others as a nuisance instead. That very thought had come with his job – the Harbinger was a tough title to keep and the deaths and lives of those around him just from knowing a simple name should’ve been more than enough to keep the young man at bay. The nightmares no longer haunted him every time he closed his eyes but Zelo suspected it might’ve been because he had been consumed by the violence he foresees. His death glare was fixed on every person that had scurried past him and the scowl on his face probably had something to do with it as well but Zelo really couldn’t care less. He’d stopped short when a much smaller body stood in his way and instead of moving to the side like anyone else would’ve done, Zelo spat out in harsh and angry words.

“Get outta my way or else I’ll kill you!”

With a temper as bad as Junhong’s, Ryoji wouldn’t be surprised if he saw a flying kick come his way. That being said, he didn’t exactly fancy being killed in literal sense so subduing Junhong’s anger would be the most ideal route to take for now. His cerulean irises blinked in confusion but his hands drew up in defence; a smile latched onto the corners of his lips and it wasn’t long before Ryoji had the problem subdued. Growing attached to someone wasn’t quite what he had expected ever since a dear friend of his left on his own accordance to help all those in need, but Junhong always proved him wrong in ways that even he did not expect. However, he did treasure the boy quite so seeing as they were of the same being – sort of. If anything, the Harbinger bonded well with his vessel despite his lack of a heart.

“Junhong,” he spoke with a hint of amusement in his voice. Two years ago, the boy stood at maybe 184 cm, but now he was towering over him like a shadow in the midnight sheen. He hadn’t realized it until now that his boy had grown so much over the years – it hadn’t been extremely long but the boy was going through puberty at the time of his turning. The one thing he noticed about the young Harbinger were his mismatching eyes – colours that resembled the clear and the dread. Malice in red and a future in blue; perhaps there was more than what really meets the eye with Junhong, though he really shouldn’t be surprised over this fact. Ryoji knew better than to assume and assume the worst he always did and a knack he had for predicting god awful things at that. “You’re angry.”

No, shit, Sherlock. If it wasn’t obvious from the way Junhong was fuming with – metaphorically speaking – fume coming out of his ears and nostrils, then god help him with his sight. Death did not age but not everyone assumed the role of perfection, especially when he was so, so far from the term itself. “Are you all right?” Again, he tried, this time going at a different approach in case his boy ran off tangent with his anger issues. Jungmin, was it? The clown that had stolen his dearly beloved from him? Ryoji wasn’t really a man of faith nor was he someone to behold a grudge on another, however, Hyuna was the one person he truly did love so when the man had taken away that one speck of light within the calamity, Ryoji felt lost. Perchance a different era would’ve worked out to his temptation, but alas, Fate was not in his favour, so what could he do, really?

“Has Jungmin done something to you?” If he couldn’t have Hyuna, certainly he could at least have his boy, no? The least he could do was to take care of Junhong, his successor. And besides, there seemed to be many things both sides needed to catch up on and by the looks of it, Junhong needed someone to be there for him; not in the way that he was his pillar of support but the man he could perhaps call “father”. Yes, that had a nice ring to it. To make up for all his wrongdoings and to start over with the boy he had robbed a life of – it was Ryoji’s way of self-forgiveness.