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He didn't realize how far the only family he had had was falling apart when he left them to join the Mafia.For a greater cause he told himself.
He didn't realize that he still had his chance to fix his mistake when he kidnapped Eggchan and Wemmbu instead of Mane showed up.It was the last chance he had .
Yet He still didn't realize how his ego and selfishness had destroyed everything when Wemmbu showed up before him with pure abhorrence in his eyes and won against him using the obital strike cannon.
He only realized how far gone it was already when the news of Wemmbu death struck him.
Now standing before the treehouse that Mane built long ago,Flame felt a feeling of nostalgic.Despite it being his own choice to leave behind everything,he won't denied that he never felt truly safe after leaving the treehouse.It had been years since he truly felt that he was home as well.
The feeling of guilt for going after his own pride prevented him from coming back to this place.But now the guilt of possibly losing 'him' was heavier.
Though it was nearly impossible for someone like Wemmbu to be dead or killed,he couldn't help but felt like something was terribly wrong.He knew that boy well that he would love to provoke him about his loss as long as he could.He wasn't the type to just disappear without a trace right after his victory.But he was.And now Flame was confounded.
However it was truly stupid of him for coming here.Like what was he doing here.Did he come here to ask Mane for help?Why would Mane even help him?Or was he even still living here? He hadn't heard from him for a long time as well.
The last time they talked was when he was aguring with them to join the Mafia.They didn't part on a good term.In fact,it was on a really bad term.Mane was furious.He was gritting his teeth so badly that Flame thought he was gonna fought with him on the spot.But surprisingly,he didn't.
But he did told him to never come back.
Yet he was already here so.Might as well knocked,right?
He climed the wooden stairs that had already started turning grey due to how long it had been there.As he climed the steps,he also realized how vines are covering most of the stairs which is unusual because of how serious Mane was on maintaing his dear treehouse.Unless if he was still here.
When he reached the door,it was surprisingly not covered in vines which was good and bad in the same time.
Mane could still be here .
Griping fragger tighly,he stepped in.
"Mane?"
The sound echoed in the closed space.Though everything looked like before with only little changes,he could felt how cold the inside was.How dust were covering alomst everything.He stepped further into the house and noticed how all the windows were closed as well with no sunlight coming in.The house looked gloomy,bleak and abandoned.Nothing like before.Nothing like when he left.
Still he went upstairs,passed the dinning room and the storage room where Mane used to store all his food,towards his own bedroom.He really wanted to see what they did to his room.
Did they remove everything in it?Or destroyed it?He won't be surprised if the whole room was trashed as well.
But when he reached the door,he realized it was locked.
"What?"
Why was his old room locked?More importantly,who locked it?Was it Mane...or Wemmbu.
Well,not a problem he couldn't solve.Raising fragger,he cut it opened in one swing.The door gived a creak and opened a little.When he pushed it open though,he was stunt by what he saw.
Everything was the same as he left behind.One of his closet door was opened just like he left it.And the chests were where he put them before.Though the bed sheets were messy as if someone had slept on it.And he remembered doing them before he left.Despite that,everything was in the same way as he left behind.
He didn't know what he was truly expecting but it's wasn't this.
Though that was not the point.He came here not to dwell on the past.He came here to find Mane.And Mane wasn't here.
It looked like he wasn't here for a long time as well.
Slowly,he walked towards the bed and sat on it.Eventhough the sheets were messy,they were also covered in dust.So,it's likely that no one had been in his room for a time as well.
Though why would they be in the first place?It was his room and there was nothing valuable to take.He took all valuable stuff when he left so all that left behind was his old clothes,personal items and furnitures.
There was no way Mane would come in and mess with his bed.That's just nonsense.So.....was it Wemmbu?Did that boy came to his room after he left?
Just as he was lost in thought,a small movement at the corner of his eyes made him alarmed.His hand quickly took out Fraggers and pointed toward it only to realize it was
"Wemmbu?"
No,the boy in front of him was not the one who he fought many times as rivals.Not the one who nuked him with orbital strike cannons.Not the one said to be dead.The boy before him looked no older than around 12.With shoulder-longed messy purple hair and wore no sparkly tiara.The boy wore the clothes he last saw him as a child.
It was the one that he left behind that day.