²⁴LARK IS NOT HUMAN HE'S A NIGHTMARE

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LARK IS NOT HUMAN HE'S A NIGHTMARE

Malcolm, who looks soft and at the same time wears heavy makeup and clothes like a white silk, looking like a fairy in gown, says after the memories ended, dropping eye drops to produce some tears in his scrunching eyes, and with a clap, everyone dispersed, leaving not even a trace of a single popcorn on the ground.

The crowded fountain, now deserted. Ryo didn't hurry on his way and contacted Ota to make something for his comeback and to help him prepare the suit to collect his special sweat and specialized drops to get his precious tears.

He also bought a condo after getting bored at Reesidex that night, and since the invitation that was sent to him is coming nearer, he needed to make a good show to bring back what he turned his back on before for the sake of friendship and love.

"Riyota is finally back."

The chaos he created within the house made it easy for Iro to shake suspicion and even easier to sneak in someone vicious who was a friend from the underground.

Lark, his trump card.

A Sigma, respected by all ABO genders, even him as an Enigma knows his place around him. Sigma doesn’t need to be named in the society to make known their existence. They walk their own path, quietly reshaping the world around them.

They have no scent gland until their first heat. They can manipulate their own heat and won't be a slave like Omega. Within their palms was a blue rose bud and a little golden fish leaping in the air.

They're an anomaly treated as legendary and mysterious. Their existence was still a myth until he met Lark in the underground training he received from his old man, Reese.

Lark was too cunning, and being playful is his way of coming to you but being untouchable. He's like a pearl shining with thorns. And because they were both extraordinary. They become inseparable, trusting each other's backs.

And when Iro was chosen by the old man, many tried to sabotage and kill him, yet nobody succeeded. Lark reigns fear on them. Leaving Iro powerful with him being his shadow.

Thinking about their first meeting put Iro at ease, leaving the misery of treatment to Lark's hand. Someone with the same grudge as him towards Roman.

That little fox beside him was Lark, who's good at cross-dressing; becoming someone else was easy peasy. Lark was highly sought by many agents because of his unmatched talent. No mistake nor loophole can tell that he wasn't the real Iko.

While the real Iko and the missing Ivi are already placed under tight security 24/7 to avoid being found, though they're like prisoners within an island under an invisible dome, they're not deprived of life's luxuries.

Different stores, malls, schools from toddlers to college, amusement parks, and many more were meticulously built.

The family of the underground gangsters was also placed there to be safe from enemies; being lonely is not the word, but it is a new life for both Iko and Ivi, while those bored gangsters love to laze around to make the island lively.

A country that exists but never existed.

In a short while two months had passed, and Iro arrived at the island using the tunnel exclusively built for his people.

Iko was the first to run into his arms, while Ivi was just standing under a tree, staring at the endless illusion made by the dome. Slowly making his way to them, holding the air of a real enigma. He's unrecognizable from his first arrival on the island.

"Brother, are you sure that the Lark guy can put Grandfather where he belongs? Can I lend some work to avenge Mother?"

Iro smirks after hearing his brother's rant, puts him down, ruffles his hair, and kisses the forehead of their mother. His heart swells at how good-looking his mother wearing a white khaki combination suit.

"Lark is vicious; whatever is playing in your head to get even with Roman will be nothing worse than what we will exactly do after he falls into the trap."

Ivi was listening while staring at the vast sea.

"Let me tell you a secret, Lark is not human he's a nightmare."

Iro pinches his brother's nose and watches Iko's real identity shine brightly under the sunset without hiding. So calming that he can't ask for anything.

Hearing the conversation between the two, Ivi just made a face and said he was tired and wanted to rest, excusing himself.

Seeing the radiance of their mother, Iko pulled his brother and followed after their mother.

During dinner, Iro states his plan. Earning a blank and exaggerated expression.

"I'll be leaving in two days to attend an event; I'll leave Mother to your care, and who knows, maybe I'll come back with a marriage certificate."

Iko gasped and looked at his brother straight in the eyes.

"I'm happy for you, brother, but abduction is a no, no for me."

The joke kind of hit; he was literally planning on chaining his tigress, but that's not the plan. He will play a little trick to get Ryo without escape, unless? A cub is planted.

The sun was long gone, and the night was so beautiful that it felt like nothing could ruin it.

AFTER 2 YEARS

"How are you doing there?"

The morning rays are shining like endless hope, but for Iro, they're only reminding him to keep living, like how Ryo wishes him to.

"I'm leaving the country for good and staying in country C until my last breath. I hope you're doing ok. See you again, Ryota."

A tear continuously fell from Iro's eyes while kissing the tomb of his deceased Omega. He was unwilling to leave, but how can he face life without Ryo? And wherever he goes, it only reminds him of his unfulfilled love.

"Uwahhhhh."

Iro wiped his face with the back of his hands, stood up, almost hugging the ground, and carried the baby out of the stroller.