Naoya chuckles. “King? I am a man who dared going against god himself. Do you think that I would fear a king? And said king is my little brother, no less. The same little brother that I have murdered with my own hands ages ago, and many times at that. How about a little game again? Catch me, and you get your answers.”
And with that, Naoya escaped.
“...I hate when he's tsun,” Kazuya mutters to himself.
In the bedroom, the neglected COMP beeps, announcing oncoming email.