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Mr. Error, it was a username that people who frequent a certain site wouldn't know. He was a live streamer popular mostly among gays. He was especially known for being a mysterious figure. Because despite having such famous identity, no one have ever had a glimpse of him personally.

Most of all, strangely, he was only active on that streaming site. No other social medias, no circulating inappropriate screenshots of him, no one would even saw clips of him circulating in the internet aside from that site. Some of his viewers even speculated that Mr. Error was a hacker himself.

Even after his regular stream just ended, most of his viewers hadn't left his streaming room yet. The love chats were moving up rapidly, mostly discussing how the recent stream was riling them up. Some even boldy typed how they were jerking off during the stream and came while watching Mr. Error.

And the person they were discussing, Amon, were staring at the chat window.

A chuckle escaped from his lips as he took off the black cat mask he was wearing. He wiped off his sweat as he gaze at the mask. It looks cute especially with the added monocle design.

After cleaning his mess and himself he wore his dark green pajamas and decided to retire for the night. He threw himself at the bed and felt his body slightly bounce.

He was thinking about collabing with someone for his future streams. His viewers has been wishing for it for some time now. And besides, he's been feeling bored and lonely just doing it all by himself.

Some time passed.

Amon was still wide awake deep into the night so he decided to grabbed his phone and opened his stream room. He clicked the donation toggle. Shown at the top was someone who donated to him the most. It was was a staggering amount of more than $20000 accumulated since this person started donating.

Seeing the amount made his heart skipped a beat. Even after seeing it multiple times he still gets excited.

'I'm rich.'

Amon clicked the username and it led to the person's profile.
The profile photo was a black cat with sparkling amber pair of eyes with a poker expression. Under the photo was his username and his prefered pronouns.

'Mr. Fool, his username sounded strangely cool despite the cat photo.'

The silliness of the username at the cat photo was making his night complete.

Amon scrolled down for a bit and it only showed one post. And the post was about Mr. Error. It was actually about him.

[I want to spoil him @mr. Error.]

Amon felt like something was ignited within his abdomen. Yes, he was suddenly horny seeing the post.

Damn. He already seen worse than this but somehow, he felt aroused thinking about someone actually spoiling him to his heart's content.

'Should I try contacting him instead?'

Amon bit his lip gently. What if this man would actually cooperate with him? Ah shit. He was already fantasizing.

It was already near midnight when Amon decided to chat Mr. Fool. Just as he was about to type some words his fingers stopped.

'What should I write?'

After much contemplation, Amon simply typed 'I would like to invite you on my stream. Details will be discussed in person.'

Amon was fidgeting on his phone while the message was sending, he could feel his heart wanting to come out of his chest because of how it was beating fast. That's how nervous he was.

After all, aside from he's risking his identity, the person is a complete stranger to him.

He was biting his thumb's nail.

'Should I wait until tomorrow? It's pretty late after all. He should be sleeping already.'

Just as he thought about that, the status of sent message suddenly showed 'read'.

Amon suddenly felt the illusion of his heart stopping.

[Mr. Fool: I feel honored to be chosen by Mr. Error. Where would you like to meet?]

Amon's fingers was visibly trembling as he typed the time and the address of their supposed meeting.

After receiving Mr. Fool's confirmation, Amon decided to ask something.

[If you don't mind, can I see a photo of you?] Amon then hit send and it was immediately read by the person behind the screen.

After a few seconds, Amon received a photo. Much to his disappoinment, the photo contained a teenager wearing a white long sleeve polo tucked in a black slacks. The teen stood sternly with a vibe of authority.

[Mr. Fool: that's me 14 years ago :p Looking forward to meeting you :) ]

Amon suddenly felt annoyed. Was this person teasing him?! Amon let out a sigh and just throw his phone on his side as he let out a sigh.

He had to admit though, if that teen is really the person behind the account Mr. Fool, Amon could only ran his imagination. The teen was neat looking, not that overly handsome but he actually have that sexual attractiveness?

So how about now that that boy grew up? Amon subconsciously licked his lips as he remembered that sole post about Mr. Fool spoiling him.

He suddenly want the night to pass already and meet Mr. Fool.

***

Amon woke up quite late after the 'extra' session last night. It's that person's fault for occupying his mind!

Thankfully, Amon set the meet up time to 6:30 in the evening—for few different reasons.

Today, Amon specially took his time preparing. He spent so much time in the bathroom cleaning himself 'thoroughly', so in case (ahem) something might happen he's all prepared for whatever may come.

Amon wore a light colored long sleeve polo which he neatly folded the sleeves up to below his elbows, a dark slacks, and a leather shoes. It's definitely too formal for a meet up but Amon wanted to look presentable. Especially to the rich person who donated to him the most in his streams.

Well, he wouldn't actually mind it even if the man would want to fuck him with a reason that he donated so much money.

'I actually had a wet dream about it.' A dream about Mr. Fool demanding compensation for his donations.

Faint tint of pink appeared in his cheeks as he glanced himself in the mirror. After splashing himself his favorite perfume he was ready to head out.

“This actually feels like a date.” Amon muttered to himself.

It was ten minutes before the agreed meeting time when Amon arrived at a cafe. A cafe that is famous of it's elegance and luxury ambiance that high class people actually frequents it.

After entering it, the aroma of a freshly grounded coffee permeated his nose. The pleasant smell of milky vanilla also seemed to sooth the coffee.

Amon choose a table slightly secluded from the rest of the room and quietly sat there. He planned to order after Mr. Fool arrived so he just took his phone and left a message to Mr. Fool where he was sitting.

Amon then took a long breathe in and shakily let it out. He did it few times to calm his wracking nerves. Then again, he took a long breathe in—

“Hello,”

“Hhuk—” Amon choked on something non-existent and slightly coughed as he was startled at the voice. Actually, the voice sounded pleasant to his ears.

“Oops, sorry for startling you. I'm Mr. Fool, my name is Klein Moretti. It's a pleasure to meet you.” the man held out his hand for a handshake.

Amon abruptly look to his side and abruptly stood up. He slightly bowed and took his hand. “Nice to meet you, I'm Amon.” he didn't stuttered thankfully.

“Should we order first?” the man suggested and gestured his hand to the counter.

“Yes,” Amon felt so lost. His mind was so scattered he couldn't think of anything. He was few steps behind the man, so he couldn't help but eyed the back from head to toe. The man just wore a plain white tee and it was like clinging to the man's body. Amon could make out the toned muscles underneath those fabrics.

He couldn't stop himself from gulping.

“What would you like?” the man looked back to him.

Amon became dazed for a moment as he saw the man's face again. Surely, the trace of the teen in that photo was there. Amon cursed in his mind.

'Why does he look so damn attractive?! He wasn't even that handsome!'

“Mr. Amon?” the man softly called him which made him slightly startled for the second time.

How is this man so softly spoken?! It's making my knees weak!

“Uh—yeah, uhm.. ” Amon looked up at the menu. He can't decide what to get. He glanced at the person before him. The man was patiently waiting for him.

“I'll just get matcha flavored milk tea.” Amon quickly spoke then looked pass the man. He felt embarrassed for some reason. No—was he shy?

Few minutes passed and when he noticed their drink nearly done, Amon took his wallet. But before he could even pull out his card, the other already handed something. It was a black colored card!

After finally getting their drinks, they got back to the table.

Amon was holding tightly to his glass as his eyes remained on his drink.

“Mr. Amon?”

Amon quickly looked up the man opposite him. “Sorry, I think I'm feeling awkward.” he spoke honestly as he took a sip.

“Oh, no problem. I think I quite understand where Mr. Amon is coming from.”

“Please speak comfortably with me. You can just call me Amon.” Amon tried so hard to hide his shyness. Was he even doing it right?!

“Yes. Then please comfortably call me Klein too, Amon.” Klein took few sips on his drink.

'He looks sexy. Him gulping down looks so sexy as hell! Why is everything about him sexy?!'

Klein's voice clearly made him wanna choke his own neck and just die right there and then. Such voice was talking to him. How come he only met him now?! He should've just did this a long time ago!

Amon slightly shook his head in attempt to clear his mind. He had to do what he intended.

“So about the stream guesting.. ” Amon started but Klein suddenly spoke in the middle.

“Oh, you don't have to pay me,” Klein paused when he realized his words. “I don't meant it in a bad way. It's just.. ” Klein held the back of his head as he looked down on his glass. His cheeks turning pink. “.. I've been fantasizing about it for so long. I don't want it to compensated with money.. ” Klein looked like he was feeling awkward. Which made Amon somehow eased up a bit. So it wasn't just him.

“Oh I see..” Amon nodded. 'What do you mean I see?!' Amon berated himself. Still, he somehow understand what Klein was talking about.

'That must mean he has a crush me right?' Amon sighed internally. Well, to be honest, he was hoping it would not only be his delusions.

And besides, if he could offer up his ass to be spoiled with this man? Why not? Klein was totally his type in men.

“This is my contacts by the way, contact me whenever.” Klein pushed a card to him.

Amon could feel and see traces of shyness with the man's words. He placed his elbow on the table and rested his chin on his palms as he stared the other person.

“I don't really have much problems about the time but what about you? You gotta be so busy if you're making that much money.” Amon decided to speak to ease this strange atmosphere between the two of them.

“Well, I guess I'm kinda busy indeed. But it's not going to be problem.” Klein assured while he was fidgeting his fingers holding his glass.

Amon subconsciously raised an eyebrow in confusion. And then past the glass table, Amon could see the subtle bulge of the man's crotch.

'Why is he hard in public?!' Is this man actually thinking of indecent things while in public??

'I can't blame him though.'

Amon tried his hardest not to exposed his grin. He subtly made a light cough and looked away from the man's lower body. Only to meet the Klein's eyes intently looking at him.

“Someone's actually looking forward to fucking me.” Amon jokingly teased. He was looking forward to it too actually.

“Is it that obvious?” Not that he was trying to hide anything anyway. Klein sipped his drink.

'He actually admitted it.'

“I know we only just met but you know, you fit so much in my type of men that I may started to like and cling to you. So, I'd just go ahead and ask you, how far do you want our relationship to be? So I can at least put some boundaries.” Amon paused to drink. “I'm a streamer and this meeting started because of that so.. yeah.”

He caught Klein gulping on something before he responded, “If I told you I'd like to be in a serious romantic relationship with you and ask you to quit your streaming job, would you do it?”

Amon was slightly taken aback. 'Wow, is this man serious?' He almost said yes immediately. Amon brushed his hair back with his fingers.

“Well,” Amon couldn't find the right words to say at that question. “I think it will depend on the circumstances? Like, if I like you, maybe?”

“Oh, so I have to make him fall inlove with me first.” Klein nodded to himself. It seemed like he just unknowingly voiced out his thoughts.

“Huh?”

“Hm?”

As if realizing what happen, Klein facepalmed and sighed. “Well, since I got found out I might as well say few things.” After a sip he placed the glass on the table and looked at Amon straight—meeting his eyes. “When you reached out to me last night, I was so happy that I couldn't sleep properly. I was so excited, to finally meet you in person. At first I thought, what we'll have would be just some kind of contractual relationship and that was fine to me. Then I could just make you like me.”

“Uhm, I appreciate that you're being honest with me but we just met today personally. Isn't this progressing too fast?” 'Hot damn!' Amon sighed in his mind in attempt to curb his growing excitement after hearing Klein's words.

This man was one of his most avid viewer and the most that gave him donation money. It's weird to think that this man wanted him to be in a relationship with him.

Well, it may be just a fleeting rush of lust or something but it's s not too bad.

“Do you like me that much? Or should I say, do you like to fuck me that much?” Amon straightened his back and leaned on the chair.

“Both I guess. Yes, I like you as much as I want to fuck you.”

'He's really honest with his words.' And Amon didn't dislike that.

“How you come to like me though? A streamer-viewer relationship is just a two dimensional thing.”

But instead of receiving an answer, Amon heard a completely unexpected thing from Klein.

“Sefirah University.”

Amon suddenly stumbled. He was sitting but he still did. That's how shocked he was to hear that two words from Klein. His heart was hammering his chest.

“No way.”

“I'm sorry,” Klein sincerely apologized. “For making you remember some unpleasant memories. But I wanted to let you know, I graduated there.”

Amon bit his lip hard as he clasped his both trembling hands. His back felt cold.

“I'm sorry.”

Panic got ahold of Amon making him abruptly stood up. Prompting Klein to stand up as well with a worried face. He shouldn't have said those words right?

“Please just forget this thing happen. Forget that you meet me. You never met me. Yes you never did. You didn't know me. Let's separate our ways and let it be just like that.” Amon spoke hurriedly before shakily threw the card Klein handed earlier.

“No wait a minute—”

“Bye.” Amon turned his back with a quickened steps.

Shit. Shit. What is the probability of meeting someone that knows him from that damned university?! Fuck coincidence! He should just stop using internet all at once!

With his phone, Amon hurriedly withdrawn all the money he earned from streaming and immediately deleted his streaming account without hesitation.

'I should relocate to another city and just find some decent jobs. Yes. Yes let's do that.'

Amon wiped the sweats in his forehead with his palm. He walked—almost running. He gotta leave first.

Amon could hear Klein calling him while attempting to go after him but Amon never dared to look back.

'It's fine. Everything's fine. Let's leave here.' Amon consoled himself.

“Shh. It's fine.” he muttered.

Well, shit. Damn it all. It's not fine at all.

Amon arrived at his condominium. Just as he swiped his card key and the door opened, he heard Klein's voice loudly calling out to him in the hallway. Well, he's fucked. Klein actually followed him?

“Amon! Wait a minute—”

Amon immediately went inside and was about to close the door when he heard a pained groan as he failed to fully close his door.

Klein's wrist was stuck in between.

Amon immediately loosened the door in reflex. The other person saw this chance and entered before fully closing the door.

Klein took a long breathe and sighed in relief.
“Haaa.. that's a lot of running. I can see you're still a fast runner. ” Klein brushed his sweaty hair back as he look at Amon.

Amon had to step back few times as he gaze at the person inside his home.

Klein took a step forward but at that same moment his phone ringed. He took his phone and answered the call.

[DADDY WHEN ARE YOU GOING HOME?!?!] Klein slightly put his away away from his ear. She sure is loud as ever.

“Sorry sweetheart, daddy's kinda busy chasing his boyfriend.” Klein nonchalantly commented.

[Oh, I guess you won't be home for tonight then. Goodluck dad! Wish you a hot steamy night then!] The call then ended just like that with Klein softly chuckling.

“Well, it's late but sorry for intrusion.” Klein turned to Amon who had a confused expression. “I hope you won't call the police.” Klein scratched his head.

“Get out of here.” It was all Amon could utter at this moment. His mind was chaotic as he gripped his phone hard. “I'm calling the police.” Amon glared at the man.

Klein raised both his arms in surrender. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do this. I thought, you were already over that incident few years ago. I'm sorry. Can we talk?” Klein cautiously spoke.

“No. Please leave me alone. I beg you please get out of here.” Amon could feel the uneasiness in his heart. His chest was pounding. Why did he have to come across someone from that wretched place? Wait, how did even come to know that I once studied at that university?

Suddenly, Amon felt the chill spreading in his back as dread came to overwhelmed him. Countless possibilities came and passed in his mind as he met the other person's eyes. Those dark brown eyes that seemed to contain something.

“Ca n we talk? I still have something to tell you.”

“I said no! Get out of here!”

Amon was scared—to something completely different. He grabbed the vase near him and threw it straight to Klein.

Klein had no time to dodge the incoming vase. He could only shield with his arms as it crashed against his flesh.

The loud crash was deafening as the flowers scattered on the floor. Blood dripped from Klein's arms as he wiped off the water that got splashed to him.

At this moment however, Amon never cared about anything and only wanted this man to disappear from his sight.

Who is he? Why I don't remember hearing such a name at my time there? Why has he come to me? Did he deliberately watched my streams knowing full well about that dreadful past?

Amon had always known the possibility about some of his viewers knowing about 'Amon' but he was never worried about as he makes sure not exposed himself on the internet.

It's his fault. Why did the person he had to contact first was actually someone that knows 'Amon'?!

What does he want with me?

“I'm sorry. I didn't expected it to be like this.” Klein sincerely expressed apologically. “Can you calm down first and let's talk?” Klein softly spoke. Cautiously minding Amon's state.

“The fuck are you saying? Do you expect me to be calm in front of some complete stranger who forced his way in my house?! And what? You also known about 'me'! Do you think I can be calm in this situation?!” Amon couldn't help but raise his voice. He then scoffed in disbelief. “What do you want? My ass?”

Klein stiffened at his question. His expression darkening. Klein slowly put down his hand as their eyes met. Amon immediately stepped back in response.

“Let's talk, alright?” Klein spoke. His voice as soft as ever. But there was something underlying his whole visage. Klein seems to be holding back against something.

Amon could sense it and dread filled his heart. He was sensing danger. How did it come this?

After not hearing a response from him, Klein sighed audibly. “My patience running out Amon. Let's talk or I'll have to force you to talk to me.”

Amon gasped sharply as he instantly paced back. 'Run Amon.' he told himself. 'Where to?'

Shit. Shit. This is the worse.

“Amon why are you running away? Let's just talk hm?”

“... ”

“Don't make it hard for me Amon. Or do you want me do the rough way? Let's talk or I'll expose you as Mr. Error.” Klein threatened casually. “I know you already deleted your streaming account but remember what Serifah is famous for?”

Computers. Programmers, globally known hackers, famous developers, and other computer experts emerge from that big university. Amon was clearly aware of it. That was also why there has been no single leak about his streams outside the streaming platform. Also, the reason why he was so scared, always running away with his fucked up life.

Shit. Amon had to come across someone dangerous.

“All that planning for naught.” Klein muttered to himself. And Amon heard it clearly.

'I knew it!' Amon cried out in his heart.

It wasn't that long when Amon found himself laying down on the floor, his wrists pinned beside his head. He was gasping and slightly short of breathe as he looked up the man towering him.

Amon's hips was secured between the legs of the other person.

“Ever heard of Zhou Mingrui?” Klein suddenly said.

Amon shuddered at the mention of the name. Tears suddenly came falling down endlessly. His brows furrowed as he let his tears freely stream down as he looked up. Amon saw how Klein's expression softened which made him confused.

“Well, this is unexpected. I should've just said that first maybe we wouldn't have come to this. I'm so stupid.” Klein tsked and mocked himself.

“What do you want?” Amon clenched his fist hard.

“Just you actually.” Klein shamelessly smiled. “God I spent years trying to find traces of you after you disappeared. It was hard. Just when I thought my plan was going smoothly I took a wrong step. And here we are. I should have said Zhou Mingrui instead of Sefirah University. A miscalculation. I thought you already moved on since you were living quite well.”

“Shut up. Don't utter that name again.”

“Why not? Do you still love him? He's already dead though?”

“I said shut up!” Amon shouted. His tears was still flowing and he couldn't seemed to stop it.

“Do you still feel guilty being the reason he died?”

“Shut up! Shut up!”

Amon wanted to deny it. His heart was aching as he remember the face of a person he once gave his everything. And his single mistake ended everything even the life of the person he loved.

“As much as I know, Zhou Mingrui didn't die though.”

“Stop playing with me!” Amon struggled under Klein.

“Should I tell you something?” Klein lets go one of his wrist. “Zhou Mingrui never died that day. Let's just say he changed bodies.” Klein then chuckled as he said that.

Why is this person playing with him? Zhou Mingrui didn't die? Then how come he saw his cold corpse being cremated?

Amon ridiculed himself for hoping for a moment that Zhou Mingrui might be actually alive. But it would just be his delusions. It's just too impossible. He witnessed his funeral and his cremation after all.

And it was all his fault. He shouldn't have insisted to Zhou to do the deed in a storeroom. He didn't know there was a hidden camera installed in that room and happened to filmed their love making. The video immediately gone viral within the university. And that affected Zhou Mingrui so much more than him. He became depressed and eventually took his life. And it was all Amon's fault.

That's why, even if it's already too late—he studied hacking day and night and tried everything to get rid the traces of that video. He spent years repenting.

But it still hunted his nights.

“Amon.”

Amon snapped back to the reality and gazed at the man hovering over him.

“Ah, my sweet sweet Amon. I shouldn't have left you like that.” Klein brushed his tears gently. “I shouldn't have mind those people. I'm so so sorry. I'm sorry for being such a stupid boyfriend.” Klein then placed his forehead against Amon's forehead.

“Sorry for making you suffer all these years alone. Sorry for taking so long to find you. I'm so sorry Amon.” he softly whispered. “It's me, Zhou Mingrui. I've been watching your streams ever since I came across it. Ah, I should've just barge in here after knowing your address. I'm sorry for wasting so much time. I should have come find you sooner.”

“Get off me. Zhou Mingrui is dead.” Amon weakly pushed the man away. He's scared, a person suddenly claiming to be his dead lover? It was ridiculously scary.

“I told you Zhou Mingrui just changed bodies. I am Zhou Mingrui. I suddenly woke up in this body years ago.” Klein insisted as he held Amon's shoulders.

“Is that so.. ”

“You have to believe me Amon! It's really me!” Klein sounded and looked desperate as he insisted he's Zhou Mingrui.

Amon's eyes clouded over. It's not a matter of believing him or not. Right now, in this situation, Klein was a creep who forced himself into his house.

“Should I prove it to you?” Klein's held the the waistband of his pants, unbuckling his belt. “You really love it when I'm being rough with you.”

“Stop—Stop!” Amon struggle with all his might.

At some point, Amon's tears was flowing out for a different reason. What is this man doing to him?

“Watch me fuck you how you always wanted Amon.” Klein muttered.

At some point, Amon's shirt was opened exposing his fair chest, his pants halfway down as the man was assaulting him physically.

Amon shivered as the coldness of the floor seeped into his back. He was trembling.

The way this man was touching him felt so familiar. The touch that his heart been aching for several years. The touched he missed. But it isn't him. He's not Zhou Mingrui.

“Stop! Please.. stop!” Amon cried out and abruptly pushed the man away.

Klein stumbled back as Amon quickly stood up clasping his pants as he looked down on the confused man sitting on the floor.

“Please, just leave me alone. I won't report you the police so just disappear from here.” Amon's voice was hoarse. The corners of his eyes were red and so was his nose.

“Amon?” Klein stood up.

“Stay away from me!” Amon hysterically screamed at the other man. “Don't you dare come near me!” At his shouts he saw Klein's face with pained expression. But Amon was focused on something else.

“Why? Why Amon? I'm Zhou Mingrui!” Klien declared desperately. “We got together on your 20th birthday, you gifted me a monocle on our first monthsary, our first big fight was of a misunderstanding that I cheated on you, at our 10th monthsary was when you finally let me made love to you, you'd play your pranks and you always liked the 'punishments' I gave you, Amon please me believe me alright? I..I am Zhou Mingrui.”

Amon shuddered hearing those things that only him and Zhou Mingrui should know. How can a completely unrelated person knows about it? Amon trembled at the thought.

“How do you know all that?”

Klein scrambled over to Amon on his knees as he clasped Amon's hands. “I told you. I'm Zhou Mingrui.”

“No. You're Klein Moretti.” Amon denied.

“This body is Klein Moretti! I don't know how did happen and why, but I am Zhou Mingrui! Amon please.. I just wanted to get back to you. I missed you.. ”

Trembling, Amon took a short breathe, “If you're really him, then why did you left me? Why did you have kill yourself? Did it ever came to your mind if you did that, what would happen to me? I was drowning in guilt while thinking it was my fault! Do you wanna know how I always want to hang myself the way you did? And guess what? I just can't do it. I choose to suffer alone and bear all this guilt since it was my fault! And now you suddenly declaring your Zhou Mingrui?!” Amon scoffed in disbelief. “You should have just kept it hidden from me. Maybe you would have gotten what you wanted. Maybe I would have like you someday.”

“What are you saying?”

“I'm saying, if you're really Zhou Mingrui, you could have chosen to live as Klein Moretti and forget about the past that had already ended. Then maybe, maybe both of us could have moved on.”

“Amon?”

“Leave.” Amon pointed the door.

“Amon—”

“I SAID LEAVE! CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!”

Klein was startled at Amon's loud voice. It was the first time since then— until now.

Amon huffed as he met Klein's begging eyes. But he remained firm despite his disheveled look. “Leave.”

He watched as the other person slowly retreated. He glanced at his way before finally closing the door.

Amon instantly collapsed on the floor— weeping silently. His arms on his forehead as he ignored the cold floor. What the hell just happened?

Oh how he wished everything's just a nightmare and he'll just wake up soon.

Chapter Text

Several months later, in the city of Loen. Amon's life became stable somehow. Thankfully, Klein hadn't showed up since then which he was thankful for.

Amon was working full-time at a cafe. His current life isn't all that bad. It's just.. a bit lonely. Thing that he was already used to. It was quite and peaceful. He couldn't have wished for more. If only..if only Zhou Mingrui was still here his would have been more perfect.

He lightly shook his head to clear his thoughts. He look passed the glass door as the last customer for night left.

Did he jinxed it? The face of the person he didn't want to ever see was at the door with a strange expression of relief and a smile that was more like a grin of a crazy person.

It was Klein Morreti.

“Found you.”

Dread gripped Amon's heart. His body was shaking uncontrollably. No matter how he tried to calm himself down he just couldn't.

A mere sight of a stranger brought so much anxiety to him that he wished he might as well die right now.

Why? Is this his punishment for causing the death of someone? A retribution? His karma?

The cafe owner came out to close the cafe for the night. Amon was relieved for a moment and went to the employees' quarter. Took his bag and went out through the back door.

Just as he was about to run, his arm was grabbed by someone. Of course, the one who grabbed him was Klein Morreti.

“I found you with the shortest time possible. I did well right?”

What is he saying? Amon's back was turning cold. “Let go.”

“Never. I'm not letting you go again Amon. Once was enough.” Klein then suddenly wrapped his arms around him in an embrace.

“Stop. I said let go.” Amon exerted all his might to push the person away. He's scared. That was all he could feel with this person's existence.

He just couldn't understand it. Why is this person like this with him?

“I missed you so much Amon. I really do.” Klein buried his face between Amon's neck and shoulder as he deeply inhaled. “Ah..I missed your scent.”

Amon shuddered in fear. He have to get away from this person this instant.

Yet, the more he struggled within his embrace, the tighter his hold became. Amon's eyes darted around. It was already deep in the night and only few people would only pass. He was losing hope. Really? Is this really his karma?

Should he just gave up?

“Amon..Amon talk to me. I missed your voice. Please talk to me alright?” Klein met his eyes. As he did, those pair of brown eyes brought him despair.

Ah.

Just then Amon realized—he wouldn't be able to escape from this man's grasp.

“You're crazy.” Amon muttered as he stopped struggling—giving up.

“I am.” the man did not deny it. “Ahh..I really want to take you right here, right now. Holding back was so much painful.” the man uttered in breathy voice as he shamelessly grinded his hips against Amon.

Disgusting. It felt disgusting that Amon felt like throwing up.

Just then, Klein backed away but never letting go of his hand. Grabbing him to the nearby car. As Klein opened the door to the back seat, he was then pushed inside. Klein soon went and sat beside him.

“To my house.” Klein spoke to the driver.

Amon squeeze himself to the other side, staying far away from this mad man as possible. Of course, it was pointless but he had to. For his own sake.

Well should he just jump out from this car? Not intending to hide his action, Amon tried opening the door. He couldn't. Well what is he expecting from this insane man? It wouldn't be strange if this man would actually lock him up.

More than an hour passed when the car stopped in from of a massive gate. In the distance was a modern styled mansion. The gate opened and the soon entered and once again stopped in front of the mansion. It humongous.

Klein opened the door for him but he didn't got out immediately. Really, he never knew such a single mistake could make his life so miserable. Or was it fate? Was he destined to choose 'Mr. Fool'? Was this actually predetermined?

Amon chuckled to himself. Perhaps be's going crazy himself.

As he stepped out of the car, Klein grabbed his waist as they entered the main door.

“Daddy!”

A girl about 14-16 year old came running to their direction and gave Klein a kiss on his cheek.

“I'm home.” Klein then turned to him. “This is Amon. The one I told you about all the time.”

“Ohh. Hello! I'm Anilyne!” the girl greeted. “Goodnight dad I'm going to sleep. Goodnight.” the girl bowed to Klein and to him.

The girl soon disappeared up into the staircase after such enthusiastic goodnight.

Amon stared dazedly into nothing. Was this inevitable from the start? Was he destined to choose this choice no matter how it happened?

Amon then turn the man beside him. At this point, there was nothing.

The fear, the anxiety, All Amon could feel was this strange hollowness within him. Right, he was resigning to whatever is this.

Perhaps he could make a different choice but ultimately, it would just him hanging himself by the neck. That was what he believed he could only do.

“Have you had dinner? Or would you like to wash up first?” the man inquired with an innocent smile but was anything but that.

Amon didn't respond and looked away. He felt his eyelids heavy as his whole body was aching. It was normal, since he's been overworking himself just so he could forget that dreadful day.

“Let's go to your room first. You should wash up. You seem pretty tired.”

Like a broken doll, he allowed the man to guide him without protest— without questioning him.

It was meaningless.

It wasn't long when Klein guided him to a room. It was spacious, and particularly elegant but he wasn't really in mood for all of this.

“My room's next to yours by the way.” Klein gently urged him into the room. “I'll be preparing a light meal. I'll be back in a bit.”

Finally, the man left him alone for the meantime. Amon, seemingly lost expressionlessly looked around. After identifying the bathroom, he went in and filled the tub with lukewarm water. He just stood there mindlessly. When it was about to be filled up, he stripped off all his clothes and plunged himself down into the tub.

Through the rippling surface of the water, Amon looked up to the ceiling. He was starting to suffocate but didn't bother getting up. He closed his eyes as he felt the soothing warmth of the water embraced his flesh.

He wouldn't mind such end.

Zhou Mingrui.. Zhou Mingrui.. Zhou Mingrui..

Amon felt his survival instincts kicking in but he endured it. He just wanted to die at this moment. He repented enough right? He suffered enough right? Amon just wanted to disappear forever.

Amon lets go of the last bit of air he's holding in. His mind was buzzing— spinning into unconsciousness.

Die. Die. Die. Let's just die..

Perhaps because he's teetering in the brink of death, he was seeing the face of someone he's been longing to see— panicked and frightened, the figure scooped him up.

“Amon! Amon!”

“Zhou... ”

Of course. The image shattered before he could even feel happy. He really wanted to see Zhou Mingrui again. Even just a glimpse.

Amon closed his eyes.

“Amon! Hey open your eyes!”

He meet the man's gaze. He was such a fool for going along with this man. He felt hopeless the moment they met again. The feeling that his escape was meaningless and will always be useless made him lose all hope to live.

Dying is probably better that be this man's prisoner.

But he couldn't even do that.

Zhou.. why did you left me.

Amon weakly pushed Klein away and stood up. He walked step by step away from that man. Placed on the bed was a set of clothes.

Zhou Mingrui.

“Amon.”

He just ignore the call and stared blankly at the pair of clothes. Zhou Mingrui would always prepare his clothes whenever he took a bath. Just like now.

“Amon!”

His arm was harshly grabbed as he was forced to face Klein. This man, barely even an acquaintance claimed he's Zhou Mingrui. That's just impossible.

Amon chuckled. Ah. I think I'm going crazy.

For a moment, he wanted to believe in such absurd idea. That he indeed is Zhou but at the same he just couldn't.

“Zhou.. ”

“Yes!”

“Ha—”

Klein's responses made him cackle. Such absurd thing is impossible. But, he wanted to indulge in such ridiculous fantasy.

“I'm cold.” his voice was flat as he spoke.

Klein was quick to get a towel and wrapped it around him, patting him dry. Klein made him sat on the edge of the bed while drying his hair with the towel.

Amon looked up at him as if it was the natural thing to do. In Amon's mind, the image of a person was overlapping with the one in front of him.

He could only smile bitterly.