Dinner and bullets

Setting: The Raven organization's training facility, late evening. The room is dimly lit, the ambient hum of fluorescent lights casting elongated shadows. Kenjie stands alone, his reflection mirrored in the large windows overlooking the cityscape.

Kenjie: Stares at his reflection, fingers subconsciously tracing the faint scars beneath his clothing. His mind drifts to memories he'd rather forget, the weight of his past pressing heavily upon him.

Flashback: A dimly lit room, the air thick with tension. Young Kenjie, restrained, endures the cruel taunts and abuses of shadowy figures. The pain, both physical and emotional, etches deep into his soul.

Kenjie: Shakes his head, dispelling the haunting images. Mutters to himself. You're not that person anymore. But the lingering doubt remains.

The door creaks open, and Alex enters, towel slung over his shoulder from a recent workout. He notices Kenjie's distant demeanor.

Alex: Approaches cautiously. Everything alright, Kenjie?

Kenjie: Forces a smirk, masking his inner turmoil. Just lost in thought. Pauses. What about you?

Alex: Leans against the wall, sensing the deflection but choosing not to press. Thinking about our next mission. Studies Kenjie. You sure you're okay?

Kenjie: Nods, though his eyes betray him. Yeah. Just... memories.

Alex: Softly. We all have them. Some darker than others. Pauses. You know, talking helps.

Kenjie: Tenses, the urge to confide battling with the fear of vulnerability. Maybe someday. Changes the subject. Ready for tomorrow's assignment?

Alex: Recognizes the deflection but respects Kenjie's boundaries. Always. Smiles reassuringly. Just remember, you don't have to carry your burdens alone.

Kenjie: Offers a genuine, albeit small, smile. Thanks, Alex. Pauses. That means a lot.

The two stand in companionable silence, the unspoken understanding strengthening their bond

Scene: Unveiling Vulnerabilities

Setting: The Raven organization's rooftop, under a star-studded sky. The city's distant hum provides a soothing backdrop. Alex and Kenjie sit side by side, the cool breeze carrying unspoken thoughts.

Kenjie: Breaks the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. Alex, there's something I need to share. Pauses, gathering courage. My past... it's not something I'm proud of.

Alex: Turns to face Kenjie, concern etched on his features. Whatever it is, I'm here. You can trust me.

Kenjie: Takes a deep breath, eyes fixed on the horizon. I wasn't always the person you see now. Swallows hard. I was... voice trembles I was abused, Alex. The weight of the confession hangs in the air.

Alex: Heart aches for his friend. Kenjie, I'm so sorry. Gently places a hand on Kenjie's shoulder. Thank you for trusting me with this.

Kenjie: Nods, a tear escaping down his cheek. I've carried this burden alone for so long. Voice cracks. I didn't want you to see me as weak.

Alex: Squeezes Kenjie's shoulder reassuringly. Sharing your pain doesn't make you weak; it makes you human. Pauses. And it brings us closer.

Kenjie: Looks into Alex's eyes, finding solace. I've always believed love wasn't meant for someone like me. Voice softens. But with you, I feel... different.

Alex: Smiles warmly. We all deserve love, Kenjie. Pauses, sincerity in his tone. Especially you.

They sit in comfortable silence, the bond between them fortified by shared vulnerabilities and newfound understanding.

Scene: Silent Vows

Setting: The Raven organization's common room, late at night. The dim light casts soft shadows, and the hum of the city outside provides a gentle backdrop. Alex lies asleep on the couch, his worn-out outfit testament to the day's grueling training.

Kenjie: Pauses in the doorway, eyes narrowing at the sight. Look at this idiot, just lying there like a free giveaway. His tone is gruff, but a hint of amusement softens the edges.

He steps closer, the soft light revealing Alex's youthful features. The thin fabric of Alex's attire does little to conceal the contours of his physique, a testament to both his privileged upbringing and the rigorous training he's undergone.

Kenjie: Murmurs to himself, a rare softness in his voice. This kid... His gaze lingers on Alex's serene face, noting the contrast between his current state and the first time they met.

Memories flood back—Alex's initial arrogance, the telltale signs of a sheltered life, and the gradual transformation into a dedicated assassin. Kenjie had never been one to be easily impressed, but something about Alex had chipped away at his hardened exterior.

Kenjie: Inhales deeply, a silent vow forming in his mind. No matter what, I'll protect you. His fists clench momentarily, the weight of his promise settling over him.

With a final glance, Kenjie drapes a blanket over Alex, ensuring he's comfortable. He then retreats to his quarters, the image of the sleeping young man etched into his thoughts, solidifying his resolve to shield Alex from the darkness that once consumed him.

Scene: Unveiling the Scars

Setting: The Raven organization's shared bathroom, early morning. Steam fills the room, creating a hazy atmosphere.

Kenjie: Stands under the shower, water cascading over his scarred torso. Each mark tells a story of past traumas and battles fought. Lost in thought, he doesn't hear the approaching footsteps.

Alex: In a rush, he swings open the bathroom door, not expecting anyone to be inside.

Alex: Stops abruptly, eyes widening as he takes in the sight of Kenjie's half-naked form, scars prominently displayed. A mix of surprise and embarrassment floods his features.

Kenjie: Turns sharply, instinctively reaching for a towel to cover himself. His eyes harden, a defensive edge in his voice. Ever heard of knocking?

Alex: Stammers, averting his gaze. I—I'm sorry. I didn't know you were in here. Pauses, the image of Kenjie's scars seared into his mind.

Kenjie: Wraps the towel around his waist, tension evident in his posture. Well, now you know. Brushes past Alex, avoiding eye contact.

Alex: Stands frozen, processing the unexpected glimpse into Kenjie's hidden pain. Murmurs to himself. What happened to you, Kenjie?

The encounter leaves both men unsettled, the unspoken truths hanging heavily between them.

Alex: Sits alone in the common area, mind racing with the image of Kenjie's scarred body. Thinks to himself. I can't believe those scars... Who could have done that to him? His brow furrows in concern. I thought it was just his arms, but they're all over... His heart aches. Why does he always say he's dirty? Has he been hiding this pain from me all this time? Doesn't he trust me? I need to know...

Meanwhile, in his private quarters, Kenjie paces restlessly.

Kenjie: Mutters to himself, voice tinged with frustration. Damn it, I hate drama. I hate this weakness. Runs a hand through his hair, agitated. If Alex touches my scars, he'll get dirty too. His eyes darken, haunted by memories. Each mark was carved by a monster, staining my body and soul. He clenches his fists, nails digging into his palms.

He stops in front of a mirror, staring at his reflection.

Kenjie: Whispers, voice filled with self-loathing. I'm filthy. Unworthy. His eyes glisten with unshed tears. I can't let Alex see this side of me. He turns away from the mirror, resolve hardening. I won't drag him into my darkness. But deep down, a part of him longs for the light Alex brings.

Both men are lost in their turmoil, the chasm between them widening with each passing moment.

Scene: Crossroads of Secrets

Setting: The Raven organization's headquarters, late evening. The ambiance is subdued, with dim lighting casting long shadows across the room.

Alex: Sits on his bunk, inspecting the sleek, luxurious phone Raven provided for their missions. The device feels foreign in his hands, a stark contrast to his previous life. Suddenly, it buzzes, displaying an unfamiliar number. Hesitating briefly, he answers.

Meryl: Voice soft yet tinged with urgency. Alex, it's me, Meryl. I hope I'm not bothering you.

Alex: Surprised, sits up straighter. Meryl? No, it's fine. Is everything okay?

Meryl: Pauses, then with a hint of nervousness. Uhm, Alex, can we talk outside?

Alex: Chuckles lightly, trying to ease the tension. Are you asking me out on a date?

Meryl: Laughs softly. Silly. Well, I guess, yeah, that would be great. I want to treat you.

Alex: Smiles, feeling a mix of nostalgia and apprehension. Alright, I could use some fresh air. Where are you now?

Unbeknownst to Alex, Kenjie stands in the adjacent hallway, having unintentionally overheard the conversation. His expression remains stoic, but his eyes betray a flicker of concern.

Alex pockets the phone, grabs his jacket, and heads towards the exit. As he passes Kenjie, he offers a nod.

Alex: Casually. I'm heading out for a bit. Need to clear my head.

Kenjie: Nods in return, masking his unease. Be careful out there.

As Alex walks away, his thoughts swirl.

Alex's Thoughts: Maybe this is the right time to tell her about my life now. Being an assassin is becoming more dangerous, and I don't want her dragged into this mess. I can't let it end up like it did with Sheena.

Meanwhile, Kenjie watches Alex's retreating figure, a storm of emotions brewing beneath his calm exterior.

Kenjie's Thoughts: He's meeting someone... I shouldn't be concerned, but... Damn it, I hate this weakness.

The scene fades with both men standing at their respective crossroads, each grappling with secrets, trust, and the shadows of their pasts.

Scene: Shadows in the Moonlight

Setting: A bustling street in Quezon City, illuminated by the soft glow of streetlights. The aroma of various cuisines fills the air as people wander in search of evening meals.

Alex: Approaches the meeting spot, spotting Meryl waiting. She's still in her nurse attire, a coat draped over her shoulders. Her face lights up upon seeing him.

Meryl: Alexier! I'm so glad you came.

Alex: Smiles warmly. Of course, Meryl. Why wouldn't I?

Meryl: Playfully. Well, I thought you might be too busy for an old friend.

Alex: Never too busy for you.

Meryl: Laughs softly. So, where shall we dine tonight?

Alex: I've been craving some French cuisine.

Meryl: Perfect! There's a lovely French restaurant nearby. Let's go.

She links her arm with his, a gesture more intimate than usual. Alex notices but doesn't pull away.

Unbeknownst to them, Kenjie watches from a distance, his expression unreadable.

Kenjie's Thoughts: He deserves happiness, a normal life... not the darkness I bring.

As Alex and Meryl enter Lemuria Fine Dining, a hidden gem known for its French-Mediterranean cuisine , Kenjie remains outside, shrouded in shadows, ensuring their safety from afar.

Scene: An Evening at Lemuria Fine Dining

Setting: Lemuria Fine Dining, an elegant French-Mediterranean restaurant nestled within Horseshoe Village in Quezon City. The ambiance is intimate, with soft lighting and tasteful décor creating a warm and inviting atmosphere.

Alex and Meryl: Enter the restaurant, greeted by the maître d'.

Maître d': Good evening. Do you have a reservation?

Meryl: Yes, under Meryl Santos.

Maître d': Checks the reservation list and smiles. Right this way, please.

They are led to a cozy table near a window overlooking the garden. As they settle in, menus are presented.

Alex: Glancing around. This place is beautiful. How did you find it?

Meryl: A colleague recommended it. She said it's perfect for special occasions.

Alex: Smiling. And is this a special occasion?

Meryl: Blushing slightly. Well, I thought it would be nice to catch up in a lovely setting.

They peruse the menu, noting the variety of French-Mediterranean dishes available.

Meryl: Looking up from the menu. Anything catch your eye?

Alex: The truffle pasta sounds delicious.

Meryl: I was thinking of trying the roasted pumpkin soup to start.

They place their orders, and as they wait, the conversation flows naturally, reminiscing about shared memories and discussing their current lives.

Meryl: Sipping her wine. So, Alex, what have you been up to lately?

Alex: Pausing, choosing his words carefully. I've been... involved in some new ventures. It's been challenging but rewarding.

Meryl: Noticing his hesitation. That sounds intriguing. Care to share more?

Alex: Smiling softly. Maybe another time. Tonight, let's just enjoy the evening.

Meanwhile, outside the restaurant, Kenjie remains vigilant, ensuring Alex's safety from a discreet distance.

Kenjie's Thoughts: He seems happy. Maybe this is what he needs—a normal life, away from all the chaos.

Back inside, their meals arrive, each dish meticulously prepared and presented.

Meryl: Tasting her soup. This is exquisite. You have to try this.

Alex: Sampling the soup. Wow, that's incredible.

The evening continues with laughter and heartfelt conversations, both finding comfort in each other's company.

Scene: Confessions Over Dinner

Setting: Lemuria Fine Dining, an elegant French-Mediterranean restaurant in Quezon City. The ambiance is intimate, with soft lighting casting a warm glow over the patrons. Alex and Meryl sit across from each other, their plates nearly empty, the remnants of a delightful meal between them.

Meryl: Gently places her fork down, her eyes reflecting the candlelight. So, how has life been with your senpai, Alex?

Alex: Raises an eyebrow, a slight smirk playing on his lips. Huh? Who? Are you referring to Kenjie? Well, he... he is amazing.

Meryl: Noticing the admiration in Alex's voice, she leans in slightly. Wow, you actually know how to give compliments, Alexier. It seems he's trained you well.

Alex: Pauses, lifting his wine glass to his lips, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. What do you mean by that?

Meryl: Her expression softens, a hint of nostalgia in her eyes. You're not the same person I took care of for three years. Your demeanor, your outlook... I see strength and positivity now.

Alex: A soft chuckle escapes him. Oh, do I? You think so?

Meryl: Her gaze intensifies, sincerity evident. Yes. Whatever he's done, it's made me fall for you even more.

Alex's breath catches, the weight of her confession hanging in the air. The background chatter of the restaurant fades, leaving just the two of them in a moment suspended in time.

Alex: Sets his glass down, his fingers tracing the rim as he searches for the right words. Meryl, I...

Before he can continue, the waiter approaches, refilling their glasses, momentarily breaking the tension.

Waiter: With a courteous nod. Is there anything else I can get for you this evening?

Meryl: Forces a polite smile. No, thank you.

As the waiter departs, an uneasy silence settles between them. Alex's mind races, grappling with the unexpected revelation and the emotions it stirs within him.

Alex: Finally meets her gaze, his voice soft but steady. Meryl, I had no idea you felt this way.

Meryl: A nervous laugh escapes her. Neither did I, until recently. But seeing you now, the man you've become... I couldn't keep it to myself any longer.

Alex reaches across the table, taking her hand in his, the warmth of her touch grounding him amidst the whirlwind of emotions.

Alex: Sincerely. I value our friendship deeply, Meryl. And I don't want to lose that.

Meryl: Her eyes glisten, but she maintains her composure. I understand, Alex. I just needed you to know.

They sit in companionable silence, the unspoken words lingering, both contemplating the path their relationship might now take.

Scene: Chaos Erupts at Lemuria Fine Dining

Setting: Lemuria Fine Dining, Quezon City. The ambiance of the elegant French-Mediterranean restaurant is shattered as a gunshot rings out, striking a mirror and sending shards flying. Patrons scream and scramble for cover, overturning chairs and tables in their haste.

Alex: Eyes wide, immediately grabs Meryl's hand, pulling her down behind their table. Stay low! We need to move towards the exit.

Meryl: Nods, fear evident in her eyes, but trusts Alex's lead.

Keeping their heads down, they navigate through the panicked crowd, making their way toward the emergency exit at the back of the restaurant.

Alex: Whispering urgently. I'm sorry about this. Please, hold on tight. We need to find a safe spot first.

As they near the exit, Alex feels Meryl's grip on his hand weaken. He turns, eyes widening in horror as he sees Meryl collapse to the floor, a crimson stain spreading across her abdomen.

Alex: Voice trembling. Meryl! No, no, no!

He kneels beside her, hands shaking as he applies pressure to the wound, trying to stem the bleeding.

Alex: Desperation in his voice. Stay with me, Meryl. Help is coming.

At that moment, the restaurant's emergency response team arrives, having been trained for such incidents. They quickly assess the situation, one member guiding Alex away gently while another begins administering first aid to Meryl.

Emergency Responder: Calmly. Sir, we've got her. Please, let us work.

Alex watches, helpless, as they work to stabilize Meryl, his heart pounding in his chest.

Kenjie: Appearing beside Alex, eyes scanning the room for threats. We need to secure the area. Are you hurt?

Alex: Shaking his head, eyes fixed on Meryl. I'm fine. It's Meryl...

Kenjie: Placing a reassuring hand on Alex's shoulder. She’s in good hands. We need to ensure everyone's safety now.

As the responders work to stabilize Meryl and evacuate the remaining patrons, Alex stands, a storm of emotions brewing within him—fear, guilt, and a burning determination to protect those he cares about.

Alex: Kneeling beside Meryl, his hands press firmly against the gunshot wound in her abdomen, his face a mask of anguish. Hang on, Meryl. Help is on the way.

Kenjie: Appears beside Alex, his eyes scanning the room for any remaining threats. Alex, we need to move. The authorities will handle this.

Alex: Shakes his head vehemently. I'm not leaving her, Kenjie.

Paramedics rush in, quickly assessing Meryl's condition. One of them gently nudges Alex aside to take over.

Paramedic: Calmly. Sir, please step back. We'll take care of her.

Alex reluctantly releases his hold, his hands stained with Meryl's blood. He watches, helpless, as they lift her onto a stretcher.

Kenjie: Grips Alex's shoulder firmly. We need to go. Now.

Alex nods numbly, allowing Kenjie to guide him out of the chaotic scene.

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Scene: A Safe House in Quezon City

Setting: A modest apartment, sparsely furnished. The curtains are drawn, casting the room in dim light. Alex sits on a worn couch, his elbows resting on his knees, head in his hands. Kenjie stands nearby, speaking in hushed tones on a burner phone.

Kenjie: Ending the call, he turns to Alex. Meryl is in surgery. The doctors are optimistic.

Alex: Looks up, his eyes red-rimmed. This is my fault. I should have protected her.

Kenjie: Sits beside him, his demeanor unusually gentle. You did everything you could. Sometimes, things are beyond our control.

Alex: Clenches his fists. I need to find out who did this.

Kenjie: Nods. And we will. But rushing in without a plan will only get more people hurt.

Alex takes a deep breath, trying to steady his racing thoughts.

Alex: Softly. She confessed her feelings to me tonight.

Kenjie: Raises an eyebrow. And how do you feel about that?

Alex: Sighs. I don't know. Everything's so complicated now.

Kenjie: Places a hand on Alex's shoulder. Focus on what's important. We'll get through this.

The room falls into a heavy silence, the weight of the night's events pressing down on both men.

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Setting: Alex and Kenjie exit the hospital, the weight of recent events evident in their expressions. The street is dimly lit, with the occasional sound of distant traffic. They walk side by side, the silence between them filled with unspoken thoughts.

Kenjie: Breaking the silence, his tone measured. How are you holding up, Alex? Meryl is intelligent, has a stable job...

Alex: Sighs, running a hand through his hair. I don't know. She's a good friend, but I don't share her feelings. I don't want to lead her on, especially after what happened with Sheena and how it affected Seth and his family.

Kenjie: Nods, taking a deep breath. It's understandable.

Alex: Chuckles softly. It's funny; she mentioned I've changed, that I'm not the same person she met before.

Kenjie: Raises an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity in his voice. Oh? How so?

Alex: Smiles, a glint of amusement in his eyes. Well, she said you've trained me well, Senpai.

Kenjie: Allows a rare smile to surface. Perhaps. But remember, growth comes from within. I've merely guided you.

Alex: Stops walking, turning to face Kenjie, sincerity in his gaze. Still, I owe a lot to you. Thank you.

Kenjie: Maintains eye contact, his expression softening. You're welcome, Alex. Let's keep moving forward.

Setting: Alex and Kenjie continue their walk, the city's ambient noises creating a backdrop to their conversation.

Alex: Glances at Kenjie, a subtle smile playing on his lips.

Kenjie: Noticing the smile, raises an eyebrow. What's on your mind, Alex?

Alex: Pauses for a moment, then speaks with a hint of amusement. Just thinking about how much things have changed, Senpai.

Kenjie: Stops in his tracks, looking genuinely surprised. Did you just call me 'Senpai'?

Alex: Feigns innocence. What?

Kenjie: A playful glint in his eyes. Those words—can you say them again? I didn't hear clearly.

Alex: Rolls his eyes, a smirk forming. You jerk.

Kenjie: Chuckles. Come on, say it again.

They share a light-hearted moment, the camaraderie between them evident.

Alex: After a brief silence, his tone becomes more serious. You know, Meryl mentioned that I've changed—that I'm not the same person she met before.

Kenjie: Nods thoughtfully. And how do you feel about that?

Alex: Sighs. It's true. I've grown, thanks to you. But with that growth comes new challenges—like facing my past and these scars.

Kenjie: His expression softens, understanding the weight of Alex's words. Scars tell stories, Alex. They're reminders of where we've been and how far we've come.

Alex: Looks at Kenjie, gratitude in his eyes. I wouldn't have come this far without you, Senpai.

Kenjie: Smiles, placing a reassuring hand on Alex's shoulder. And I wouldn't be who I am without you, Kouhai.

They continue walking, the bond between them stronger than ever, ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead.

At raven villa

Setting: Kenjie and Alex arrive at Raven's mansion, a sprawling estate surrounded by high walls and dense foliage. The evening air is thick with anticipation as they make their way to the main entrance.

Kenjie: Knocks on the heavy wooden door.

Raven: Opens the door, his expression serious. Come in. We have much to discuss.

They enter a dimly lit study, where maps and documents are sprawled across a large mahogany table.

Raven: Gestures to the table. I've gathered information that may lead us to those responsible for the attack on your family, Alex.

Alex: Eyes widen, a mix of hope and apprehension in his gaze. What have you found?

Raven: Points to a marked location on the map. A contact has identified a safe house in the outskirts of the city. It's believed that one of the assailants is hiding there.

Kenjie: Leans over the map, analyzing the location. What's the plan?

Raven: Meets their eyes, determination evident. We move tonight. This might be our only chance to get answers and find your sister, Alex.

Alex: Nods, resolve hardening. I'm ready. Let's do this.

The three men prepare for the mission, each understanding the gravity of the situation and the potential dangers ahead.

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This scene sets the stage for a high-stakes mission, with Alex and Kenjie poised to confront those responsible for the attack on Alex's family. How would you like to proceed from here?

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