Aegis Omega – Brother in Arms (9)


Chapter 9: Bros before Blood

It was a Friday evening, and they had just finished dinner. It was roughly nine o’ clock when the doorbell rang, which was something that hadn’t ever really happened before.

“Who’s that?” Aiko asked, curious and concerned, due to the late hour.

Nino’s father furrowed his brow, knowingly, and set off towards the door. Nino followed, of course, chasing the little possibility for a situation that would engage his adrenaline.

His father had only to look through the peephole for his face to contort with utter disgust and offense.

“You son of a bitch,” he voiced, venomously, while taking out his phone. He then noticed Nino, and Aiko at the door of the living room. “I’m calling the police. Get up to your room, Nino.”

“What? Why?” Nino asked, instead of obeying. “Who is it?”

“Get up to your room, Nino!” He looked aside, “yes, police? I want to report a break in, he’s outside my door, and I fear for my life.”

His father raised his voice a bit too much at that point, apparently, because that’s what probably alerted to Rivaldo that there were people at the door already.

He just yelled.


Nino didn’t even recognize the voice at first, but once he repeated, Nino reflexively opened the door.


His father closed it immediately, and violently. Nino caught a glimpse of his friend before the door slammed shut. He looked far more grown up than Nino did, and he looked absolutely relieved and happy to see his friend, for what small instant it really was.

It was the very next moment that both Nino and his father noticed the door hadn’t actually shut the whole way through. A crack remained open, Rivaldo had blocked it with his foot.

“Nino, I need your help!”

Nino opened his eyes in shock.

“No!” His father yelled, punching at the door, trying to close it. “We had a deal! Get the off my fu**ing property, NOW!”

A deal? Nino thought, looking over at his father, whose face was already growing red.

“I can’t tell you why, Nino, I can’t tell you for what, but it’s dangerous. I’m in danger. And people might get hurt.”

Aiko yelped from behind as his father blew off a scream. A roar of rage. He opened the door and made to attack Rivaldo, but he stepped back and reached for the back of his pants, intimidated. He didn’t even grab anything, but it seemed like it didn’t matter. Nino’s father was unfair, not stupid, he promptly pulled back and closed shut the door.

He had just wanted to back Rivaldo away.

“Dad, we should hear him out. He looks like he’s in serious trouble,” Nino pleaded, glancing back and forth between the door and his father.

“Yes, trouble he got himself into, no doubt! How many times do I have to tell you, these cockroaches make their own bed, we’re not responsible for when they finally catch on fire!!”

In the past, Nino had often cowed. But in the present, Nino was a grown man who had killed people. Smiling derisively, scoffing, he faced his father.

“He’s not a cockroach, Dad, he’s my best friend!”

His father’s hand squeezed the phone so hard the screen started flickering.

“If he’s your friend, he’d leave you alone.”

“Why?” Nino reacted, squinting his eyes in curiosity. “What’s this deal you made?”

“Everyone, please calm down,” Aiko pleaded from the side, sadly. “You’re…you’re father and son.”

“Are we?” His father asked, slowly and questioningly. “Doesn’t feel like we are. I do everything for this boy, give him everything I have, and he wants none of it, he’s ready to throw it away.”

“It’s not like that, Dad, I just don’t want my friend to die! Not if I can help.”

“The only help you can really give him is to put him in jail,” his father said. “He will drag you down with him otherwise, you’ll become just another rat, fighting for supremacy of the gutters in this damned country.”

“Dad, geez,” Nino reacted, sneering, “please calm down. I just want to hear him out. I’m a grown man, aren’t I?”

His father flinched, taken aback.

“What?” He asked. The screen on his mobile cracked beneath the pressure of his grip.

Nino found he was no longer afraid of the man. Why had he ever been? He could not beat him in a fight, nor would he try, really. He smiled, trying to keep the situation light.

“I’m past eighteen, you should trust I know what I’m doing. Let me hear him out and don’t call the police, c’mon. I don’t mind discussing it with y–”

“Hear me out first, then,” his father said, or rather demanded. “You leave with him, you take whatever you want from this house with you, because you will never come back.”

Nino lost his smile for a moment there, surprised by the escalation of the situation. His mother cringed from the doorway, bringing a hand to her mouth. Probably because, being someone who actually really socialized with Nino, she knew how headstrong he had gotten in the recent years.

To his credit, his father’s contempt had taken him to tears. He wasn’t crying out of helplessness or sadness, but still, tears were making down his reddened cheeks. Nearly steaming from their heat.

“You change your name,” his father continued, “You forget about me, and you forget about your mother. No matter how much I care about you, son…” his father choked on the word, clearly having a hard time saying what he was saying. “I-I will not abide, protect, or in any way support a criminal like Rivaldo.”

“Dad,” Nino pleaded.

“Like you,” he added, and that really did it.

Nino noticed how his father was looking at him, and finally realized how he was seen. He glanced aside at his mother, who was crying, so very not used to that level of dramatics.

One point of view would be that Rivaldo had caused that household to reach that situation. To break apart in that manner. Another point of view was that Nino was responsible. That was how Nino saw it.

If Rivaldo wasn’t around, if he hadn’t been involved in what he was two years past, and now, then maybe their house wouldn’t have broken down, sure. But Nino would still be Nino, and he cared a lot more about people than he did the law.

That was just the truth in his heart.

Nino cracked a helpless smile.

“I’m sorry, dad. I… will abide, protect, and in every way support the people I care about. That means you guys as well, obviously, but right now, Rivaldo might need me more than you do. That-that’s all.”

His father clenched his eyes and threw the phone at the wall, breaking it, and duly startling Aiko.

“You’re your own man,” he said, poisoned. “It’s your decision.”

At that, his father left the hallway, heading to the stairs.

“Honey, please, we don’t have to–”

He stopped and looked at Aiko, accusingly.

“It’s not your fault,” he said, opposing what his eyes were saying. “However, unless you want to be responsible for your son hurting people…it’s what it is.”

He left at that, walking up the stairs. Aiko lost strength in her legs and sat down on the floor, in disbelief.

Nino sighed, opened the door, told Rivaldo he’d be right out, and then walked back to Aiko, his mother. His smile dropped, her pain was something he couldn’t ignore.

“Mom…I’m sorry about this.”

But at the end of the day, she would still be alive. She would still have her husband, and friends and life. She didn’t need him as much as Rivaldo probably did, coming to his house like that.

The situation had to be deadly serious.

“I just don’t understand,” Aiko complained, weakly, “how did it turn out like this?”

“I dunno,” Nino said sadly. He hugged her as meaningfully as he could, “I wish it hadn’t, if that means anything.”

“How is your father just…allowing you to go…”

“He can’t stop me,” Nino confessed, with a sigh. “It’s…I don’t know, it’s hard to explain, this is something I just need to do. I can’t abandon him, I can’t abandon my friend.”

“But you can abandon your parents?” She said, both angry and sad. Her voice somewhat muffled by the grief.

“I’m not. I would come back if I could but look at you. And did you see dad? Maybe he’s right, maybe it’s for the best, I don’t know. I just…”

He sighed again.

“I just know what I need to do, mom. No matter how much I love you, and how much I’ll miss you,” Nino paused to blink and shed his own tears. It was hard, it was impossibly hard, but going on like he had seemed impossible.

He knew where he had to go. Nino felt it, in the core of his being, what path he wanted to take. That meant turning his back on his father, but more terribly, on his mother. It was hard, but he would do it.

The alternative just felt so much worse.

“I just know what I need to do…”


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Aegis Omega – Brother in Arms (9)

Aegis Omega – Brother in Arms (8)


Chapter 8: Inevitable

Life became a blur.

Nino never saw Rivaldo again, they didn’t share a seat during the court case nor did Rivaldo even show up back at the school. Rita, likewise, did not show at their house again.

It would only be months later that Nino would learn Aiko, his mother, was still contact with Rita. And it would only be years later that Nino would see Rivaldo again.

Until that day, life was a blur. Nino had indeed the ability to be a good student. A respectful and obedient son and he had not lacked motivation when it came to his mother. The sight of her after his days in prison, distressed and in a personal upheaval that he had never witnessed, had scarred Nino in a weird way.

In fact, it made him feel even worse than what the policemen accomplished, in that alleyway of destiny, where his and Rivaldo’s life had been allowed to continue, and their pursuers’ had not.

Nino did not want to see Aiko like that ever again, and that motivated him to stay out of trouble which, much as it was hard to admit, was far too easy. Easier than it had ever been.

For different reasons, albeit still sad ones, Rivaldo’s absence was truly impactful in the way everything stabilized and became safe for Nino.

Boring and uninteresting and unimportant.

For Nino had other abilities, abilities that would have otherwise gone undiscovered, had he got his whole life living as in those two years. Nino’s ability to keep a cool head in situations of great stress and danger would have brought no attention upon itself. His strong stomach would have, at best, be a sign that Nino could put his studying proficiency to good use as a doctor of some kind.

Had things always occurred as they had in those follow years, perhaps they wouldn’t have felt so empty. So devoid of meaning and impact.

Grades. Parties. Soccer games, watching and playing. Video games, movies, none of them added anything and none of them impacted anyone.

Nino threw himself at relationships. He was especially interested in getting in the middle of that of others; chatting up the girl until she was enamored with him enough to experience sexual relations, sometimes without telling the boyfriend.

It was the one behavior Nino had that contained any thrill to it and wasn’t a hundred percent abhorred by his parents, who justified it on his age and teenage flair.

However, Nino realized he was just doing it for the danger when he was attacked the first time. The exhilaration quickly exhausted itself in the few seconds it took Nino to drop the attacker, knocking him unconscious.

It wasn’t the same thing. And now unable to lie to himself, knowing he was pursuing relationships for the sake of breaking them, he felt too ashamed to continue.

His mother would be heartbroken.

Nino did not feel a darkness inside him. He had no desire to kill or hurt anyone, but that day, however distant and intangible, had stuck to him impressions that had become a stronghold in his heart.

He had skipped a few steps, Nino knew. There was the playground scuffle, fighting back against a mugger, the soccer match brawl involving a knife somewhere, and then came steps D through L or something, and after all those, came shooting five people dead.

Nino never talked to anyone about it. His father didn’t want to hear it, his mother wouldn’t like to hear it, and Bruno and his other friends didn’t believe what they heard, not that Nino had described any feelings to them.

“The thing that surprised me the most was the look on their faces. I didn’t see the first couple of them, but the others…it’s not like they’re angry. They don’t scowl from beyond the grave, they’re not smiling or even crying, it’s just this…surprise. This shock.”

Nino paused, looking up from the computer.

When all else fails, go to some anonymous forum board online and put it out there.

“Nobody’s expecting it, I think. Even when there’s so much pain, even when you get them right in the head, and they don’t even have time to think, the realization still hits them, and the brain reacts without personality or will, it just reacts. If there’s any tears it’s from the pain of dying, from the fear, because the moment they die, the expressions just flattens…surprised that it actually happened.”

Nino nodded at him, with the same easy smile he carried with him wherever he went. He knew for a fact he had only lost it that day, in the alley, when he had been robbed of any and all agency. It was funny how the lawmen had filled him with more dread and desperation than any mugger or criminal ever had.

“No matter how certain, I don’t think we ever accept we’re really dying. I think we’re always surprised.”

Nino submitted the comment and waited. He was in a thread of posts following someone who had posted “I am a professional assassin, and I have killed over thirty people, ask me anything.”

Obviously, it was probably false. Someone commented to Nino.

“Cool story, bro, any question in there?”

Nino chuckled and wrote, “I guess the question is: is it true? I’ve only killed five, and two by surprise, so I don’t know, that’s too small of a sample size.”

The supposed assassin never replied, and Nino was happy about it. In a weird way, he preferred that it was the case with everyone, and not just with the ones he had personally killed. That would make it worse.

Because that look of sudden, shocking realization on their faces had been all too real and, without question, relatable. That’s how Nino would look if the cops had killed him back in that alley, he was sure of it.

Time went by. He laughed, having fun enjoying a life more blessed than many, but Nino was haunted by that day and everything he had done. And not particularly in a bad way.

It had been nothing like in the movies, but it was still close to them, and his imagination, than his normal life. Going after bad guys for the sake of a friend, making sure they never mug or hurt anyone again.

“The thing is, that’s not exactly true,” Nino found himself writing on yet another day, on another forum. “I mean, I could always go be a vigilante, nothing’s stopping me. But I’m not going to put my life on the line for people I don’t know.”

“That’s screwed up, man,” said someone in reply, “if you care that much, you can like join a kind of town watch, make some citizen’s arrests, at least help out with small crimes.”

Nino laughed, that man was clearly from the northern part of the world.

“Where I live, even someone just stealing a pair of ten dollar sneakers is most likely packing a pistol,” Nino explained, shaking his head with a smile. “At the very least they’ll have a knife, and it’s not just for show, they will kill. So no, it’s not that simple.”

“Damn, that’s screwed up, where do you live? Africa?”

Haha, I wonder where this guy’s from, Nino thought to himself, in jest.

“Sure, why not? Anyways, as I was saying, I’m no hero. I know that much by now. But I also know I can put my life on the line, I even liked it, but I don’t want to now. That means there’s a reason.”

“Obviously, you’re gay for this friend of yours.”

Nino laughed again, not regretting taking part in these anonymous online forums at all. They were violent and super mean, but anonymity was a fantastic feeling.

“That might just be it.”

While Nino was pretty sure he wasn’t gay for Rivaldo, the statement still would hold true.

There was a movie the two watched one, and a particular scene that they idolized. The protagonist shows up at the house of a childhood friend he hadn’t seen in years. He tells him he needs his help immediately, he can’t tell him why or with what, but some people are going to get hurt.

His friend pauses for just a second before asking if they’re going to need a car.

That kind of loyalty and brotherhood was what the two had always looked up to, and always sought to foster. And it was, frankly, beyond morality and any sense of righteousness.

It was a scary thought, really. It’s a damning thing, for the real character of a person to be dragged into the light. But there comes a time in everybody’s life, if they’re lucky when that happens.

That one even where they are faced with a choice that puts everything on the line, the status quo of their everyday life and so much more, stating that things cannot continue both ways. A fork in their lives that forces them to go one way or another.

Nino’s father did his best to not let that day of shootouts and killing be that event for Nino. Did his very best throughout those two years to guarantee that they would indeed be several decades, if not a century, by keeping that choice away from Nino.

But for some, it is as inevitable as the rising of the sun.

Or in our case, like the flutter of a butterfly’s wings, or the chance meeting of two mothers, that decades later result in Rivaldo reaching out to the only man he can absolutely trust with everything in the world.

“Nino, I need your help. I can’t tell you why, I can’t tell you for what, but it’s dangerous, and people might get hurt.”

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Aegis Omega – Brother in Arms (8)

Aegis Omega – Brother in Arms (7)


Chapter 7: The Ultimatum.

Nino had always been level headed and had always expected to be level headed. He handled being robbed without despair, bullied without drama. He handled the pressure of tests and his father’s expectations with the ever-present, ever-pressed awareness that his life was a good one.

Those two cops, however, had convinced him that no. Life was not good. His head was in a panic and his thoughts disheveled. He would do anything to survive the situation, with Rivaldo.

Yet, even swamped by fear, his mind still came through. These cops hated street thugs. They hated them.

“They attacked us, okay??” Nino said. He wasn’t really angry or vindictive, but he felt he needed to be, that’s what they would understand. To that effect, he tried to redirect his anguish and re-purpose his desperation. “They killed his brother! Or came damn near close, he’s in the hospital, they were just going to go at him again. And they’d come at us, too, what were we supposed to do? Who do we go to?!”

On that last part, Nino hatefully tried to stand up towards the nearest of them, who promptly kicked him back down. Nino took the hit and exaggerated a bit on how much it hurt.

Lying on the floor, he whimpered, beaten and crying. Nino whimpered, attempting to do it as ravenously as possible.

“We tried to do something on our own…” he confided amidst tears. “What else are we supposed to do…? I don’t know, neither of us knew. We just–…please don’t kill us.”

Nino glanced, peeking at the cop to see what his reaction was. As much as he was still irreverently lacking compassion, he seemed to believe Nino.

Nino didn’t need their compassion. The cops didn’t need to like or approve of them, or to want to help them, or to be sad or anything.

He just needed the officers not to kill them.

They looked at the other guy.

“So? Any o’ dat ring a bell?”

Either because it really was confusing, or because he knew it was true. Or maybe it was due to him knowing that any of the people who had died could have done that and he just wasn’t sure about it. For whatever reason, he hesitated on the reply.

That doomed him.

“I don’t know, man!” The guy tried. “It’s the favela, a lotta people get hurt!”

“Yeah, but only a few of them do the hurting, scumbag. Whatever,” Nino heard a scuffle on the floor.

“Get outta here, you animal,” the officer demanded.

Nino heard running, scared they had decided to believe him. Then, a gunshot sounded out, either after or before the guy’s dying yelp.

Nino didn’t flinch with the sound of the gunshot, which might have been a problem, but the officers didn’t notice.

“And these two?”

The leader snarled in annoyance.

“I guess we take them in. Maybe they got the right people and they’re safe. Maybe their parents are decent.”

“We don’t have any proof that they killed anyone,” the man nearest Nino noted, a bit too calmly.

“We have this one’s confession,” the leader said.

“You know the judge never likes those confessions, though. Guy might not do propely officially, once he’s safe.”

The leader walked next to the officer standing next to Nino. He could hear his footsteps.

“What’s your point? We should just kill them? C’mon. If we’re sure they’re scumbags, sure, who’s to say who died in a firefight? But c’mon, you know as well as I do maybe these’re just some kids retaliating. It sucks but it’s how things are. If they got us fooled, ey, there’s always another day.”

“Your call, boss. There’ll always be another day, for sure,” he said, kicking Nino back down as he, in his attentiveness, had crouched up to a partly firm kneeling position.

“Damn right,” the leader said.

Nino continued crying. He was afraid of showing relief, lest that be somehow interpreted as a sign he had successfully fooled them. Besides, he was about to be arrested and that meant that what he’d done was going to be public.

His parents would find out.

Nino was torn about the despair he felt over his father knowing and the sadness over his mother knowing. Despite everything he’d gone through, now, he just wanted to die and be gone from the world. He didn’t want to face his parents.

But the cops didn’t care. He was thrown into a police van along with Rivaldo and driven to a precinct to be processed.

Nino gave out his name, his parents were contacted.

Despite the dread, regret didn’t cross Nino’s mind. Everything was terrible, horrifying, but what else could they have done? Nino’s only option, to not have been there, would have been to abandon Rivaldo to his fate.

He would be dead, and that, Nino would regret.

Yeah…no matter what happens, I’m sure that would’ve been worse, Nino thought to himself – told himself – trying to be convincing. He mostly succeeded.

By the time his father arrived, by his own, Nino had run out of tears, and energy. He had played the encounter over in his head a thousand times and he had seen no way out of it. In that situation, the best thing was just to stay quiet and take what was coming to him.

He was alive. Rivaldo was alive. His father, despite being stern and hard, was not some gun-toting maniac after his life. So Nino was truly without fear when the man finally arrived.

Nino kept his eyes down, in defeat. He was sure his father’d want to see that. His father liked seeing Nino aware he had done wrong, and ashamed of it, it was much better to not being convinced he had screwed up.

“It will be easy getting you out of here,” his father finally said, after a tense pause. “You’re a minor. And you were being chased by people trying to kill you. Whatever happened was in self-defense.”

Nino nodded, in agreement but also in the understanding that that would be his story. He waited for longer seconds, finding it actually odd. His father was no enemy of awkward silences, but he always put their weight on Nino. He’d ask the question and wait, however long, for a response.

This time, it was on him. It was a weird feeling.

“…tell me, Nino. Is it really my son that I’m getting out of prison?”

Nino raised an eyebrow and looked up at his father. Out of a thousand speculations, he had not expected that to be asked.

“Or is it really Rivaldo’s friend that’s just using me?”

Nino flinched. Those were harsher words that had ever been used on him.

“Is it really Aiko’s son who I’m getting out of prison? Or is it just another piece of filth that’s using her to get back on the streets? And cause people more pain?”

Nino glanced down in defeat. I guess I deserve that but… Nino hiccupped, the question being too much for him.

“I’m your son,” Nino said, dejectedly. “Aiko’s my mom.”

Nino flinched back heavily startled. Everyone in the cell did, and most of them were hardcore criminals, but nobody saw his father’s outburst coming. He spammed and rammed his hand against it. His voice went uncontrolled, a tone Nino had never heard before, even if it wasn’t loud. Or especially because it wasn’t loud.

“You. Are not convincing!”

“Dad…” Nino said, pleadingly.

“You prove it, damn you. You’ll have to prove it…”

His father turned and walked away before Nino could say anything, which wasn’t hard, Nino was stunned enough that his mind went blank.

One of the thugs sharing his cell whistled.

“Damn, man, your father’s intense,” another one said.

“You call that intense?” Yet another said, “my dad’s waiting for me back in prison, he’s probably gonna kill me for going back in.”

“Hey, at least you got someone,” the whistler said with a longing sigh. “All I got coming for me is whatever reject the state’s picked to be my lawyer.”

Nino had not gotten the why question. On top of that, the intensity had indeed been unexpected. Or maybe not the intensity but…the words themselves.

I guess it’s stupid of me to think dad’s just gonna act the same over this, Nino thought to himself. I didn’t just skip school, I didn’t get into a normal fight. I got into a firefight and five people died. More after the cops got involved.

Nino shook his head and sighed, massaging his hair.

Hope Rivaldo’s doing well.

Nino was forced to spend a few days in prison. The worst of it wasn’t the living conditions, not at all, but not being visited by his parents. He hadn’t seen his mother yet, and that worried him. Did she hate him that much all of a sudden?

He wasn’t sure he could handle that. The day did come, on the third one, when he did get a visit. It was very unexpected.

He had expected to find Aiko, since they called his visitation a she, but Rita showed up instead. She looked even more tired than usual, if that was even possible. Distraught and broken, she breathed in-between talking. Nino had the impression it was to keep herself from breaking down and crying.

“Thank you, Nino. You’re…a good friend.”

Nino gave her a sad smile. Even if it was sad, it was still a smile, he hadn’t had one on his face in days, it felt reminiscent and good to smile again. He was thankful for that.

“Nurio’s dead,” Rita said quickly, as quickly as she could. “He…couldn’t survive the wounds.”

Nino lost the smile immediately. “I’m so sorry,” he said, looking away. “Is Rivaldo…how is Rivaldo?”

“He’s doing okay,” Rita sniffed, “or as much as he can, with the news…but you both will get out of prison. Same excuse-uh-reason. Your…father is helping.”

“Helping Rivaldo?” Nino asked, “that’s…wow, I never thought–”

“Nino, I’ll just say it,” Rita interrupted, in a way that almost had her bursting. “I…listen, you’re good friends. Everyone knows that. But Rivaldo…he’ll doom your life, Nino.”

Nino opened his eyes in shock.

“I’m begging you, because nothing I say gets through to him, I told him so many times not to get you mixed up in his– but you. Maybe you’ll listen.”


“Don’t call me that!” Rita near screamed, immediately embarrassed by it. She glanced around, and breathed hard again, trying to maintain control. “You need to look after yourself and your family. Trust me, boy, you won’t be able to do that and look after Rivaldo. Just…forget about him. Forget about him for good.”

Nino had no words. He expected this out of his father, maybe out of a despairing Aiko, even if it would have been uncharacteristic of her, but out of Rita?

“Forget about me, too!” she added, flustered. Then she stood up and left before Nino could say anything.

Nino stared blankly, eyes glossed over before the shock of the moment.

But you said I was a good friend…

Something inside of him was shattered. Wasn’t he a hero? Hadn’t he saved Rivaldo? Yet, his own mother was against what he did? Against them?

Nino had avoided regrets for three days, but right then, he found doubt that they did exist, he had just held them back.

Did I really…not do the right thing?


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Aegis Omega – Brother in Arms (7)

Aegis Omega – Brother in Arms (6)


Chapter 6: Hard to explain really

Fighting for one’s life is not the adventure people are often convinced it is. Nino was not, in any way, shape or form, enjoying himself. However, for reasons he did not have time to try to know, he also wasn’t panicking or despairing.

There was no time, or care, to indulge in introspection over what he had done, and was doing. The only thing occupying the mind was the all-consuming focus on losing their pursuers. On surviving.

“Holy sh**!” Rivaldo yelled as a bullet missed him, hitting a wall instead. The two turned and continued their serpentine run across makeshift alleys that were nearly natural formations in-between rotting buildings. “These guys are crazy!”

“Just focus, man,” Nino said, quickly running out of breath, “do you recognize anything yet?”


Nino frowned and picked a street at random again.

The truth was they were lost. They exited the room straight out into the street, only to be immediately welcomed by a group of seven assholes that very murderously chased after him, yelling at them to stop and that they were very very dead.

By the time they put enough distance between them, they were lost.

“We can’t keep running forever,” Nino said.

“Cops gotta show up some time, they’ll stop shooting at us then,” Rivaldo pointed out.

“I don’t know about that, man. Over here!” Nino took a shot back. He was adamant not to spend bullets, in case they ran into some kind of dead end and had to actually fight back, but there was a chance they could lose them in the next neighborhood, from what little Nino could see, so he took a shot back to delay their pursuers a few seconds.

The next street split four ways. Rivaldo took the lead and picked one of them, Nino followed. Both of them sprinted faster than before, to try and disappear before anybody saw which street they took.

“Keep going, keep going.”

It was strange to see people’s reactions to a half-chase-half-shootout passing them by. They didn’t ignore it, obviously, but there was a clear lack of panic to them. As much as they stopped what they were doing to make sure they cleared out of harm’s way as fast as possible, there was a definite habitual nature to how they did so.

Some were even cracking jokes.

We won’t be able to lose them, Nino considered, there’ll always be someone to tell them where we headed to.

“Do you recognize anything yet, man?” Nino asked.

“No,” Rivaldo said, apologetically, “we need to turn and fight before we run out of breath.”

It wasn’t something Nino wanted to do, but Rivaldo was right, they needed to.

This is getting crazy, Nino remarked, shaking his head at himself.

Nino began looking for a decent place within which to ambush their pursuers. Instead, however, they ran into a group of policemen.

The four cops looked more like soldiers than anything else. They were brandishing sub-machine guns and wearing bulky uniforms, helmet included. Three of them whipped their guns at them, and Nino and Rivaldo immediately threw their pistols away and dove at the ground.

The cops yelled out anyway.


“Please,” Nino said.


Rivaldo and Nino did as they were told, which didn’t stop the police officers from arm-wrestling them into being handcuffed and having their faces a bit scrunched up. They were interrupted, however. Nino couldn’t see exactly how but he knew by what.

“Drop your guns!”

Bullets were shot instead. Those policemen were notorious for having quick trigger fingers, they had to if they wanted to survive. Nino heard screams, knowing at least one of them belong to someone who was already dying, while the others tried to run away.

“Go go! Five, watch these two.”

“Not a problem,” replied someone.

Then, finally, things calmed down. Nobody wanted to get anywhere near what was happening, now that the law was involved. A particularly violent branch of the law, to say the least.

“You in the sunglasses,” the voice said from above, kicking him in the ribs, “tell me what’s going on.”

Nino gulped. He hadn’t had time to think, he didn’t expect to be questioned so soon.

“Hey,” he called out, kicking Nino again. “I said tell me what’s going on.”

“Hey, man, leave him alone,” Rivaldo said.

“What the fu** did you say to me?”

What followed was probably the scariest thing Nino had experienced the whole day. It is a very different thing to have one’s life completely delivered unto the hands of someone who will answer to no one, and suffer no consequences, should he wish to end it.

By the time his colleagues returned, Rivaldo was unconscious from the short but effective beating he received for mouthing off. Nino was crying.

“Who’s that?”

“The only one that didn’t shoot back,” another voice replied, and a body landed on the floor near Nino, moaning in pain. “Everyone else’s dead. He keeps saying these two attacked them.”

“These two little fu**s? Seriously?”

“Three and eight’re making sure,” the leader said. “Any idea what the fu**’s happening?”

“I dunno, this one wouldn’t answer, this one threatened me, so you know–”

“Right,” acknowledged the leader.

“Now he’s sobbing like a baby, I guess we gotta wait?”

“Wait?” the leader asked. “Wait for what?”

Nino felt a powerful hand yank his hair to lift his head back. His sunglasses were removed and broken in front of his face, in one hand. Nino couldn’t help but whimper.

“One more whimper and I’ll fu** up your pretty face so bad you’ll never frown again, got me?”

Nino tensed and nodded, duly intimidated. There was nothing to say about it, or to think about it. For as long as Nino had had agency, he had been okay with the new world he was in.

Right then, however, Nino could do nothing about his situation. He was at a complete and utter mercy of men he didn’t know and obviously hated him for putting them and their friends in danger, or for other reasons Nino wasn’t aware of.

“Name and gang.”

His name. His name could help.

Nino hesitated, however. His full name could help, but it would also get him in a lot of trouble. One thing was telling his dad he had skipped school, another was his parents finding out everything he had done.

What had he been thinking? Living in another world? Thinking in another world? As all three worlds came crashing together, Nino was forced to realize that had been a weird and especially odd mental lapse.

There was only one world Nino lived in. Only one.


“Nino!” He yelled out. “Nino, uh, no gang.”

“No gang? You walking around with an unregistered gun and you got no gang? Lie to me again and–”

“I promise!” Nino said, “that gun belongs to one of them, alright?! They fu**ing jumped my friend and me. We fought and…okay, we killed them, in self-defense! Self-defense!”

“HE’S FU**ING LYING!” a voice yelled out from the ground, nearby. “They fu**ing walked right into Adam’s home and shot up the place, they attacked us!”

“What? No,” Nino argued, crying.

“Alright, this is how you guys’re gonna play?” The leader asked. “I know you’re idiots. Obviously you’re morons, but seriously, are you sitting in an interrogation room? Am I wearing a tie and giving you mean faces while my partner offers you some juice?”

Five snickered at that.

“Alright, kid, I dunno if you really care about your friend so here’s what I’ll do.”

The leader must’ve gestured outside of Nino’s sight because at the same time as a gun barrel rested against his cheeks, so did another one rest against that of Rivaldos’. The man made sure to turn Nino’s head, so he was forced to notice.

“I’ll count to three, asshole,” the cop said, angry and impatient. “You don’t level with me, you both die.”

“No no, please don’t please no, please–”

Nino had his breath cut short, and thus his whimpering, by a kick to the sternum. His head was let go at the same time, and he hit the floor with it kind of hard.

Then a hand squeezed against the side of his neck and forced his head up again, a barrel of a pistol shoved against his right ear as if it was attempting to be a cue tip.

“Two,” he counted. “One…”


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Aegis Omega – Brother in Arms (6)

Aegis Omega – Brother in Arms (5)


Chapter 5: It’s Relative

The bad guys were dead, that was about it.

They were thugs that so routinely ambushed people to rough them up and steal from them, at gun point, that Rivaldo knew precisely when and where they would be. Meanwhile, the good guys were heading to find two more.

Of course, the reality of the situation wasn’t as heroic. Nino and Rivaldo weren’t vigilantes going after criminals on behalf of some innocent victim, over the pain and misery that was being caused. Nino and Rivaldo were, essentially, retaliating for an attack that had been executed upon Nurio, who was actually another such petty criminal.

Still, reality is for the living to shape, and the dead to regret.

Nino was living, and from his point of view, the two of them had had no intention to absolutely kill. In fact, if a gun had not been a part of the fight, they probably would not have done so. Nino certainly wouldn’t, he had no weapon.

They have no one else but themselves to blame, Nino thought, while following Rivaldo in a jog across the streets of his city, into poorer more dangerous districts. This fight isn’t mine, this gun isn’t mine, I’m here because of them. They pulled me in. 

It was a convincing argument that positively worked.

Meanwhile, even if Nino was new to that world, there was room, he felt, for thinking things through.

“Do we really need to hit the others, Rivaldo?”

“Absolutely,” Rivaldo said immediately, making it sound like it was personal, which was what concerned Nino.

“If we want to send a message, I think they will have gotten it, don’t you think?” Nino asked.

“You dunno them enough, brother,” Rivaldo said, “the rest of their crew, yeah, but those four are way too close. They’ll just come after us, no matter. If we take down these other two, though, we’ll be left alone.”

“We will?”

“The attack on Nurio was personal. They know I’m not with any crew and that my retaliation is personal,” Rivaldo explained, running a bit out of breath. “Their crew and Nurio’s crew will then just shrug and not pursue this further. If they come after me, Nurio’s crew will get involved as retaliation. They’ll chalk it out to these four getting themselves hurt.”

“You sure?” Nino asked.

“Pretty sure,” Rivaldo said, with convincing confidence.

“So…we’re going to kill them?” Nino asked, struggling with the righteousness of it.

“They need to be out of commission, at least,” Rivaldo said, “long enough for their crew to calm them down from what just happened to Junior and Tércio. But I mean, they’re probably armed so yeah, we might need to kill them.”

Right, Nino thought, sighing, it’s their own fault.

It sure wasn’t Rivaldos’, he was just trying to save his brother’s life. It wasn’t Ninos’, he was just trying to keep Rivaldo alive. That only left them to carry the blame.

Rivaldo stopped to lean against a wall. He peered over the edge while Nino stopped behind him, to catch his breath.


“I don’t see them,” Rivaldo said. “They should be inside, I guess. You wanna stay here and watch while I go check it out? You can text me if–”

“No,” Nino said, pretty much immediately, “we should go together.” Nino was all too aware of the eyes around them. They were tired, breathing nervously, and Rivaldo had blood on his shirt, they looked too suspicious to just stand around on ceremony. If they were going to survive, they had to keep moving.

“Alright,” Rivaldo said gladly. “Let’s go.”

Nino followed him into the rundown building that amounted to roughly two and a half floors. It was truly the calm before the storm, the long yet few minutes it took for the two to climb decrepit old stone stairs, past faux walls filled with graffiti and urine, to reach the room where they found the other two.

Nino could hear them yelling at each other while following Rivaldo up to them, they seemed to be playing a game of some sort.

Nino couldn’t help but consider the stark contrast between that place of living and his own. His home, compared to that of Rivaldos’, already provided a strong contrast but seeing how someone truly poor lived was very different to hearing about it.

Good lord, Nino thought, I feel depressed just being here.

They opened the door, which had a broken lock and cranky hinges, to find a group of four people in a room that looked much better than the rest of the building. It was relatively cleaned up and packed with four personal computers. They were all occupied with people playing.

They all had headphones, and three of them didn’t have a direct line of sight to the door. The one who had was quick to notice them. He raised an inquisitive expression towards them, but before he could speak, Rivaldo ran towards the guy to the left with a brandished knife.


Nino opened his eyes, shocked that Rivaldo would rush into a group of four. He stabbed his target who instantly screamed of pain and alerted everyone else. The one guy that had seen them beforehand drew a pistol while trying to get up out of the chair without falling, which enabled Nino to be half-a-second faster.

The gunshot was so loud. Again, Nino’s ears rang, and he couldn’t stop himself from blinking. Opening his eyes, he saw his target had fallen back. Nino turned his pistol to the right since the one in the middle had jumped out of his chair to tackle Rivaldo, which meant he had no gun.

It was an impression Nino drew without thinking. Still, he was afraid to blink and miss something, so he squeezed the trigger while focusing all of his willpower on keeping his eyes open.

Keep the eyes open!

He hit that guy on the neck. It wasn’t like Nino imagined it would be in that there was no explosion or implosion of any kind. There was just a small squirt of blood followed by a faint gasp of dreadful realization.

The body immediately went limp and fell dejectedly over the chair and desk.

Nino was then himself punched. He lost his bearings but focused on keeping a good grasp on the pistol, which was good because whoever punched him tried to grab it. In the midst of all the action, though, Nino could only think of the looks they had gotten on their way into the building.

The gunshots’ll attract people, we need to go, Nino thought, alarmingly.

In desperation, he head-butted the man that had been playing in the middle and yelled out for Rivaldo.

“We need to go, man!”

The man who was trying to overpower Nino suddenly opened his facial expression in painful shock. Nino noticed Rivaldo behind him, shoving the big knife into the man’s sides. He contorted his facial expression giving Nino the impression he was twisting the knife.

Breathing rashly, Nino pushed himself off the man’s grasp, losing balance and landing on his butt.

“Holy crap!”

Rivaldo was yelling out curses while pulling the man down to the floor, to stab him even deeper, but Nino was still thinking. The other pistol!

Nino ran around the computers and found the first guy he had shot lying on the floor, next to a fallen chair with a broken leg, bleeding out the back of the head. Nino had hit him in the eye.

Wincing horribly with a shake of the head, Nino reached down and swiped the man’s pistol.

“WHAT THE FU**??!?!”

Nino looked under the table to find Rivaldo, crouched, holding his hands up in front of someone who was standing.

Damn, damn. Nino thought for a couple of seconds about what to do but the emergency of the situation, the likelihood the guy holding Rivaldo at gunpoint would just press the trigger, it all collapsed upon Nino.

Giving him courage.

The only strategical thought on his mind was that the gun with the greatest likelihood of having bullets was the new one.

The man screamed some kind of question but Nino didn’t hear in the middle of the concentrating on being prepared for the gunshot. He stood up and shot twice.

Only after the man was on the ground did Nino process he had hit him in the chest and then mouth.

Rivaldo cursed in a very usual way that roughly translated to “holy sh**!”

Nino ran back to him and handed out a hand, pulling Rivaldo up. He handed him the old pistol.

“Check if it has bullets, I dunno how,” Nino said quickly, and a bit too clearly when one took into consideration what the situation was.

Three killed.

Rivaldo swiped the pistol and did something to it, ejecting the magazine.

“You shoot like a fu**ing Olympic champion and you dunno how to check the ammo,” Rivaldo said, with a very nervous laughter, while checking the bullets. “Four left,” he added.

Nino took it without asking and handed him the new one.

“We gotta go,” Nino said, accidentally using Japanese. “Sorry, I mean–”

“Duh,” Rivaldo said, already having turned while pulling Nino by the shirt. “Pick up your head sh**, let’s go.”

Nino then realized his hat and glasses had fallen off, probably from the punch. He picked them up and ran after Rivaldo who headed towards one of the windows.

Are we ever getting out of here? Nino questioned, guessing the four guys were known to the neighborhood, or at least the fifth. Or that whoever was shooting guns would not be met with any kindness of any sort.

Who were the other two? Nino thought, climbing out the window into some kind of thin aluminum-covered platform that connected to another building. Who was that last one?

Would the extra three kills ruin Rivaldo’s expectations for there not to be a retaliation?

Focus, Nino thought to himself.

He had to be in the moment. Things were done and over with, the only priority on his mind at that moment should be survival.

Both their survival.


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Chapter 4: A calculated risk.

“You have failed in that you have sought to accomplish your goals by yourself!” the red ranger yelled. “The power you have attained through your greed and personal efforts cannot compare to the power we wield together! As a team!”

“As friends!” Said the white ranger, to punctuate how they had grown to be inseparable, despite their initial heated rivalry.

Two ten year olds were watching that show, Nino and Rivaldo, and they both cheered together for the heroes.



And the heroes defeated the villain, and at the end, proclaimed words of admiration and loyalty for each other, followed by a fist bump.

The thing about idealistic views of the world and relationships is that they are incandescently contagious to idealistic personalities, which is what most children are. Especially when these personalities are not on their own, thus forced to clash against others who will not bounce the idealisms back unfiltered by the reality of things, but rather in the company of others who will return them even more idealized.

Ordinarily, Nino would have had his excitement shot down by his father, and Rivaldos’ by his mother.

Instead, their eyes gleamed and their hearts settled on the kind of friends they wanted to grow up to be.


Starting the run had been the most difficult part. The moment he landed outside school grounds, Nino felt like he had somehow transferred himself into another world or a different reality.

As he ran, Nino no longer saw school as a concern, or his grades as a worry. The menace of confronting his father was diminished to a matter he could put off to another time, and the usual dangers he would look out for while traversing the city streets didn’t seem at all relevant.

Nino’s mind sharpened, cleaving away bothering thoughts that had nothing to do with getting to Rivaldo and helping him.

His body started to sweat, out of both worry and physical exertion, which was something he wouldn’t notice for a long while. Nino saw the hospital building and so forced himself to stop and check the address again.

He ran to it and quickly found Rivaldo, standing next to a fast food restaurant.

“Rivaldo!” Nino called out.

“Nino!” Rivaldo seemed surprised to actually see him, but so very happy at that. They locked hands and hugged around the hand-shake. “You actually came.”

“’Course, man. What’s happening?” Nino asked, disengaging the intimacy as soon as possible. He then noticed Rivaldo had tearful eyes.

“It’s my brother, man, he got jumped,” Rivaldo said, holding a heavy frown, “sons of bitches got him like four times, doctors are saying he’s probably not gonna make it.”

“Oh no…Nurio,” Nino said, shocked, “I’m so sorry, man.”

“I’m gonna get payback,” Rivaldo said spitefully, “but there’s like four of them, I need…you know I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t need it. I need you, man.”

“What do you mean?”

Rivaldo pulled up his shirt to show a knife. It wasn’t a kitchen knife, but a combat one, the kind soldiers use. Nino was shocked to see it, “what the hell, man?!”

Rivaldo instantly hid it again, looking around paranoid. “Dude, c’mon, be cool, be cool.”

“Where’d you get that?” Nino asked.

“From Nurio,” Rivaldo said, “he told me their names, I know one of them.”

“But…but why, shouldn’t we stay with him?” Nino asked, his eyes almost spinning, trying to process what he was being asked to do.

“He asked me to, man,” Rivaldo said amidst hushed albeit aggressive whispering, “he gave me the knife and told me to get them good, otherwise they might try again.”

“This is crazy,” Nino said.

“This is real,” Rivaldo said, still whispering, but very serious. “We don’t leave in a secluded and safe mansion like you do, man, things get real for us, real real. If I don’t do this, it won’t matter if they can patch my brother back up. They’ll just discharge him before he’s strong enough to fight and that’ll be that.”

“Shouldn’t we call the–” Nino stopped himself. Call the police? They wouldn’t care about some street thugs going at each other, and despite Nino’s love for Rivaldo, that’s what his older brother, Nurio, was. A street thug.

Nino was aware Nurio was up to no good, majorly gang activity involving small crimes, it was why Rita was always so adamant not to involve Rivaldo with any of it.

There was part of Nino who considered that as an argument to talk Rivaldo down, in terms of what Rita would want, but that part was squashed by the heat of the moment and the high emotions that he was receiving from his best friend. He was telling the truth, if they didn’t do anything, Nurio would die. Nino knew that he either left with Rivaldo right then or his friend would go at it alone.

“I need you to have my back,” Rivaldo said, dramatically, “I need you to have my back,” he repeated, raising a fist for Nino to bump. “Do you have my back?”

Nino felt like he was in a movie. It was exhilarating and it made him feel great. And he wanted to do and say what would be coolest things to do and say.

“Long as I’m here, brother, of course it is,” Nino said with a smile, fist bumping Rivaldo, who grinned widely.

“Damn right,” Rivaldo nodded, showing a confident smirk. “Let’s go. Just follow my lead, okay?”


They ran off, and by then, Nino was more ingrained into this other world than ever before, realizing it wasn’t just any world, but it was specifically Rivaldo’s world.

Nino and Rivaldo jogged all the way to a certain part of town, not that far away. They stopped at a bus stop. There, Rivaldo suspiciously looked over at another street that peered off to the right from where they were.

“Tércio and Junior usually hang around over there and ambush people,” Rivaldo explained in a low voice, “walk by there with your phone out. And here, put these on.”

Rivaldo took out a hat and sunglasses from the back of his trunks, handing them to Nino.

“It’s pretty sunny out today,” Rivaldo said, meaningfully.

“What about you?” Nino asked, while putting the black hat and dark sunglasses on.

“I want people to know who did this,” Rivaldo said. “It’ll send a message.”

Nino was still carrying around his backpack. As his heart started to speed up, his nervous system becoming aware of the danger it was getting dragged into, he decided he would use the backpack as protection. It was filled with books and notebooks, it would surely work to stop a knife.

Wait, what if they have guns? Nino thought, and looked to Rivaldo wanting to ask but stopping himself, since there were people right next to them.

“Hey,” Rivaldo said in a hushed voice, “you okay to do this, right? I’ll do the hard part.”

“You tell me,” Nino said, his eyes going unblinking, “am I okay to do this? I trust you.”

Rivaldo grinned and placed a hand on his shoulder, whispering, “I trust you with my life, brother, that’s why you’re here. Let’s get them. For Nurio.”

Nino nodded and walked off before hesitation settled itself. He noticed how his brain was going into danger mode, amplifying the risks he was taking, but they were calculated. It was Rivaldo. He could trust Rivaldo with his life when he didn’t, so even more so right then, when he did.

Nino turned the corner with the phone out on his hand like he was using it. It took no time at all for them to approach him. That part was predictable enough, it would happen even if Rivaldo didn’t know them.

“Ey, you lost, playboy,” the first one said, quite amused.

“Give up the phone now, scream and it’s over,” said the other, fast and serious, while brandishing a pistol.

Nino froze, eyes on the pistol. It wasn’t the first time Nino was at one end of a gun, but it was only the second so he wasn’t enough of a veteran when it came to that to maintain his composure. Luckily, he didn’t need to.


Rivaldo jumped at the one holding the gun, sinking the battle knife into his back. The silent and covert robbery became a frenzy of screaming in that split second of action. The moderately crowded street became empty by the time Nino had hit the second guy with his backpack and was lying on the ground holding the pistol that had been dropped, aimed at the second one.

“DON’T MOVE!” Nino screamed.

The stabbed individual was still on the floor, writhing in pain as Rivaldo stabbed again, amidst cursing yells and threats about his brother.


Tércio roared and dove at Rivaldo. Maybe if he hadn’t roared, Nino would have hesitated. As it was, however, his body flinched into the most protective action it could take in the midst of that high-risk situation that would be over in less than half a minute.

Nino’s first kill was deafening.

His hearing return out of a mind-numbing whistle to nothing but the sound of Junior whimpering silent curses under a dying breath as Rivaldo held a hand over his mouth. Tércio was lying down on the floor, clumsily having fallen against the wall of the building right besides them.

Nino couldn’t tell where he had shot him. However, he didn’t know what else to do other than to try and make sure he was out so Nino kept watching for movement.

“I can leave right now and leave you be, asshole, maybe you live,” Rivaldo said, quickly, “or you can keep the other two assholes who jumped my brother safe and sound from me and I’ll have my fun ‘till the cops show up. What’ll it be?”

Junior sold his friends out pretty quickly. Names and neighborhood. Meanwhile, Nino’s brain was still shell-shocked by what happened, focused on making sure Tércio didn’t move, when Rivaldo took the gun off his hands.

Rivaldo wiped it with Junior’s shirt, then wiped the knife, and stashed both in his trunks and below his own y-shirt.

“Nino,” Rivaldo called out, squeezing Nino’s shoulder. Nino looked at him.

“You saved my life, man,” Rivaldo said.

Nino opened his eyes in realization.

Yes. Nino thought, I saved Rivaldo.

“Come on,” Rivaldo said, seemingly excited. “Two left.”

Nino nodded and followed. It was much easier than it should have been. It’s easier than people think, really, or at least it was far easier for Nino than he had expected. In a matter of hours, or even less than one, Nino had stepped into a different world in order to help his best friend. To be loyal and heroic.

Two bad guys were dead and Rivaldo was alive when he wouldn’t be if Nino was not there. Nino felt his facial expression relax and his eyes sort of go placid behind the sunglasses.

“Give me the gun,” Nino whispered.

“What?” Rivaldo asked, glancing back at him in surprise.

“I don’t want to be unarmed,” Nino said, “lemme have the gun.”

Rivaldo glared seriously at Nino, visibly impressed and inspired. He covertly handed him the pistol.

“You watch my back,” Rivaldo said, looking for assurance. Nino smiled the same way he always had, passively and easy going.

“Like a hawk with a gun,” Nino jested, loosely.

That was Nino’s world now.


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Aegis Omega – Brother in Arms (3)


Chapter 3: Priorities

When Nino was ten years old, two guys in their late teens caught him off guard in the middle of the street and sought to steal his backpack. They were brandishing knifes. Rivaldo entered the scene yelling, jumping and striking at one of them with a rock he had picked off the ground.

Rivaldo found a way to kick the second guy’s knee in, finishing the fight, but not before getting stabbed himself.

Nino begged his mom to stay in the hospital and wait for Rivaldo to get better again, and he was allowed to do that, so Nino was standing right there when Rivaldo came out laughing and gloating.

“They think they can mess with my friend? HA! Not when I’m around!” The attitude was not appreciated by his mother, Rita. But it was by Nino.


“All I’m saying is I don’t understand why you’d want to watch it live,” Bruno argued, “it’s fine if you like it but–”

“How can you not? You call yourself Brazilian and you don’t like football?” Rivaldo argued.

“Playing it is fun, sure, but watching it is kind of boring,” Bruno commented.

Rivaldo looked at Nino, as if telepathically asking him if he could believe what was being said. Nino received the question loud and clear, and lightly laughed.

“How are we even friends with him, right?” Nino joked.

“Hey, no, that’s different,” Rivaldo backtracked, slapping Bruno on the back, “a guy takes a punch for you, you keep ‘im around.”

Nino glanced at his best friend, thoughtfully considering what he had said. It was the kind of thing he’d say without thinking, instinctually manifesting a spirit of loyalty that was unrivalled, so far as Nino was aware.

“It’d be better if that guy didn’t need to take any more punches, though,” Bruno said with a shrug.

They laughed.

Weeks had passed since the altercation at the football field and no real consequences had come of it. Yet, it was on that day that Nino’s promise to his father would be put to the test, which would be a hardship tiny in comparison to the one Rivaldo was about to experience.

That day, just as they were about to enter the school, Rivaldo got a call from his mother. Nino and Bruno left him to go to class and soon found that Rivaldo had decided to skip. He had left.

“”I guess the call was important, huh?” Bruno mentioned, concerned.

“Hm.” Nino agreed, worried as well.

It was agony, not being able to leave immediately. To not run out of the class, at least, and call Rivaldo to find out what had happened. Instead, he had to stay seated and patiently writhe in wait.

Even when he called, there was nobody picking up. It was deeply upsetting.

“I’m not gonna lie,” Nino said, maintaining his smile, if only to keep himself from getting desperate, “this is freaking me out.”

“We can’t do anything about it, man,” Bruno pointed out. “He’ll tell us what’s up eventually, we gotta wait. Or can you call his mom?”

“It’s busy,” Nino said, annoyed, “”I’ll try again before class starts.”

“Man,” Bruno said, looking up through the blonde hair that made up his fringe, “I really wonder what’s going on.”

Nino wasn’t satisfied with just wondering. His mind was at work, savagely trying to figure out what he could do, starting with what could be done.

I could ask a teacher but that’s stupid, Rivaldo’s only been missing for a couple of hours, Nino thought, I could try and call my mom so she can figure it out.

Nino decided to do that. Luckily, Aiko did pick up the phone. Without sounding desperate, but still sounding worried so that she would take him seriously, he told Aiko what had happened and asked her to find out.

“I’ll track down Rita and find out what’s going on,” Aiko said in her Japanese, pretty promptly.

“Sorry, mom,” Nino said, also in his Japanese, “I know it’s probably nothing but–”

“No,” his mother interrupted, “Now I’m also worried. Just try and focus over there, okay?”


How could Nino focus at a time like that? He wouldn’t know, and indeed he didn’t. Instead, his mind wandered into realms of fantasy in which Rivaldo was in danger and Nino could actually help. A number of scenarios went through his head, all of them involving armed men trying to hurt his best friend.

Because that’s what had happened to Nino himself, years beforehand. The way Rivaldo had acted had upset the adults, but that’s because they didn’t get it.

Nino could see how everyone was so self-absorbed. Their well-being came first, no matter what, and Nino understood that. When Rivaldo risked his life for him that day, Nino knew for sure he would never have done the same.

He still felt ashamed about it, even after all that time. More than that, Nino thought it was so impressive Rivaldo could put others ahead of himself. It was heroic, something straight out of a television show. It was too cool.

It was something Nino wished to have.


Nino shook his own head and returned his attention to the class to see the teacher pointing at him.

“Alright, glad you could join us, young man. I asked you a question,” the teacher said.

“Why?” Nino asked.

“What?” The teacher asked in turn, confused.

“Why’d you ask me a question? I’m obviously not paying attention,” Nino complained, smiling but not hiding his annoyance at all.

In response, the teacher pointed at the door and announced, “detention.”

“What?” Nino said, gesturing appropriate surprise.

He looked aside to find a couple sort of making out, not paying attention in the slightest. Nino gestured towards them. “Like…why?”

“Just go before I send you to the principal’s office,” the teacher said, visibly uninterested in discussing the issue.

“Tch,” Nino reacted, angry, smiling ironically at the fact the teacher had picked the worst time to get on his case. “Fine.”

Nino pulled the backpack around both shoulders and left the classroom, an action that was alas too noticeable since he was one of the last people anyone had ever seen get in trouble. A good well-behaved polite student.

Nino couldn’t help but protest in his mind. I behave like they want me to all the time. I’m not paying attention once and I get instantly punished? Nino slammed the door on his way out, disgruntled.

As Nino was making his way across the hall, downcast, his mobile vibrated to alert him about the arrival of a message.

“I need your help,” it read, followed by an address. It was sent by Rivaldo.

Nino started writing back, to ask what had happened, but he stopped himself. He knew Rivaldo, he had almost never directly asked for help. Any nudge from Nino would probably make Rivaldo change his mind and take on whatever was going on by himself.

Nino looked towards the exit of the school.

Nobody was around the halls except for one other student who was heading out to detention, but there would be the guards at the gate. However, Nino could go near the football field and jump out that way, that’s usually how students got in and out without being stopped.

Nino remembered his father, however. The warning he’d given and the promise Nino had made. If he skipped school now, especially when he had been sent to detention, they would notice it immediately.

Imagining having to deal with his father made Nino choke. Picturing the interaction physically squeezed his chest with dread.

Nino read the message again. He did a quick search on the address and found it was right next to a hospital.

What happened? What’s going on? Nino questioned in his mind, beyond worried.

The possibility that Rivaldo would be skipping class for no reason was very low. A plea for help next to a hospital? It had to be serious.

It occurred to Nino he could feign ignorance. Pretend he didn’t see the message. He knew Rivaldo, his friend wouldn’t completely believe Nino but he wouldn’t blame him either seeing as Nino didn’t know what was going on.

Rivaldo had never treated Nino differently for not sticking up for him in the same way he did for Nino. On the other hand, Nino felt their friendship would never be the same, whatever he decided. It’d either be better or worse.

That was the main reason why Nino made a fist and glared towards the door he have to choose to leave the school.

Sorry, dad, Nino thought, but you’re nothing next to a stabbing wound.

If Rivaldo was willing to getting stabbed for Nino, Nino was sure willing to getting yelled at by his father for the sake of his friend. He had to be.

If Nino ever wanted to be like Rivaldo, loyal and heroic, he had to be capable of something that small.

Nino stepped towards the door, slowly and cautiously.

And then he ran.


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