Chapter 1: Reborn

"Why did you take my money!" One angry student with an unnaturally hooked nose slammed another into the desks in the classroom. 

"W-what are you talking about?!" The confused male student with dyed yellow hair shouted as he covered his face with his arms crossed in defense. He could feel his shoulder bruising as it slammed against the hard metal desks. The force enough to dent the surface of the desks.

The student who started this angrily spat out, "Don't try to talk your way out of this one! I know it was you!"

"No, it wasn't! I don't even know what it is you're talking about!" The boy who was pushed by the angry student loudly retorted back, angered for being wronged.

"Hey, hey! Break it up! Both of you calm down! Talk it out, don't fight!" The rest of the classmates tried their best to calm the two agitated students down and prevent a fight from breaking out in the classroom. However, it didn't prove to be very effective as the initial pushing and shoving turned into punches being thrown. The originally mediating students also unintentionally got tangled in the fight, resulting in their faces getting done in.

As the fight escalated, there was only one silent person in the classroom. His handsome face was calm and without any ripples in emotion. Suddenly, he snickered inconspicuously as he watched the teenagers fight.

When the teachers were finally notified and arrived at the scene of the crime, the students were still in the midst of an intensive fight. 

And the handsome student who laughed was gone without a trace.

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Ian's brother was in an especially bad mood today.

It wasn't because Ian was misbehaving.

It wasn't because Ian had caused a fight between his classmates in school again.

It wasn't because Ian had secretly followed him to one of his business dealings when he was strictly ordered by Angus to stay home.

No. In fact, it actually had nothing to do with Ian. In truth, nothing Ian can do would ever cause Angus to be in such a terrible mood.

Angus was having a terrible mood swing because their biggest rival ruined yet another important meeting of his. They completely screwed it up!

The deal was off. The loss was great—though not enough to actually affect his group. But what's lost is lost. What should've been his was snatched away—by his enemy no less! How could he possibly not be in a mood?!

What should've been a smooth transaction ended up a horrible failure. 

—And this made Angus lose his temper. 

A temper that was rarely ever lost.

It can be seen just how annoyed and irritated Angus was at the rival group, all the accumulated anger now bursting out.

It wasn't just this one time either. This has been going on for months now! Angus seriously wants to just pick up his gun and with his gang of brothers shoot them all down!

But that wouldn't be possible without sacrificing some of his people. And Angus does not want to lose a single one of his men if not necessary.

"*****!" Angus cursed. His heart burning with unquenchable flames.

His subordinates trembled in fear and trepidation in front of him as they remained low on their knees on the cold marble floor. If they could, they would've lowered their heads down all the way to the ground. As a man, even if such an act is humiliating, it's better than facing the wrath of their boss! They still want their salary! And their lives!

Angus sighed. His brows furrowed, his gaze sharpened. The strange thing is, this has never happened before. Yes they were always butting heads, but the other party was being way too aggressive this time round. What's more, they lost those deals way too easily, even when their side is the one with the better options, the contracts still went to the opponents.

'What in the world is going on here. It seems we're being targeted. Tsk!'

At this moment, an unexpected voice was heard coming from the doorway to the meeting room they were all in.

"Brother Angus?" The tender voice of a teenage boy that has yet to go through puberty called out from the door as he entered.

Angus turned to look at the young boy, his voice noticeably softer, "Ian, what are you doing here?" He could never use a harsh tone on his precious younger brother—his only remaining family.

Ian shook his head lightly, "I want to ask for your permission to go on a school field trip. Here's the form." Ian handed Angus the form in his hand.

Angus received it and read it carefully. Nodding his head, he stretched his hand over to the person behind him. As if understanding what Angus was asking for, the person handed him a gold pen respectfully with both hands.

Taking the pen and signing the piece of paper, Angus gave it back to Ian. 

"Enjoy the field trip."

Ian didn't leave right away after getting back the signed form. Instead, he stood there rooted to the ground. 

Angus raised an eyebrow at that. He asked, "Is there anything else?"

Repressing the rising words in his throat, Ian pressed his lips into a thin line. 

Silence.

After a while, he smiled and replied while shaking his head, "No."

Then he left.

Returning to his room, Ian laid down on his bed.

Pressing the back of his hand on his forehead, Ian sighed.

It has been 7 years since the day Ian woke up in his 9 year-old body.

He remembered waking up after being rescued by his brother after a kidnapping incident.

It was different from what he remembered. 

"But at least brother didn't come into conflict with them…" Ian muttered as he fell into thought.

But what made it different this time?

Ian couldn't understand, but he didn't dwell too long on this inexplicable issue. Instead, he chose to turn to a different problem.

Now that he's back to the period of time before everything went spiraling downwards to doom, Ian is determined to get his brother and the gang out of the fatal danger that killed them all in his past life.

"Don't worry, brother. Your little brother would never allow them to so much as touch even a single strand of hair on your head," Ian solemnly made an oath to himself. He folded his fingers inward into fists and pressed one against his forehead, his eyes closed.

Snapping them open, Ian's eyes shone with determination and madness. With unstoppable and irrevocable wrath.