There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL)

Ron’s eyes flickered as he found himself trapped like a rat...or a squirrel. With his back touching the railing, he couldn’t help but face the berserker.

After avoiding the man for weeks, it was a big ordeal doing it when he wasn’t angry or annoyed. Why was he so flustered anyway? Was it because this uncle had seen him cry last time? It was indeed embarrassing to show his weakness like that.

But...if he had to be objective--which his teacher always told him to do--he started getting flustered easily after knowing that this uncle took over his father’s ’punishment’ in his place. Wasn’t that why he decided to get away from this uncle’s presence? And now this man was shoving his face in front of him.

Damn it!

Ron lowered his gaze; those intense dark eyes with sparking fire inside were not helping his case. He pressed his lips tight and shrunk himself inside his coat to hide whatever bodily reaction he might have.

This uncle wouldn’t hear his nervous gulping...right?

Thankfully, perhaps thinking he was being too harsh, Agni pulled back slightly, giving Ron a way to inhale deeply without the berserker’s smoke-and-leather scent invading his system.

Agni sighed softly. "I might not understand still, but just try."

Honestly, it wasn’t about whether or not Agni would understand. Ron was just...ashamed of his own reason. He had shown enough of his pathetic side to this Uncle, and he didn’t want to give the older man more ammunition.

But...that exhausted tone was rather unfair.

"I...don’t understand my father," Ron bit his lips.