Chapter 6

 Out of the shower, with a towel draped around him, he brushes his hair with another towel. Walking up to the mirror, he sees the reflection of who he has become in the last 26 years.

 Rubbing his hand over his slight stubble, he examines his face up close.

 What he sees in the mirror is how you would define a handsome man: a chiselled face, sharp jaw, thick eyebrows, brown eyes— all the basic human features falling into place perfectly, to give him a handsome appearance.

 "I look almost the same, but I feel my looks have been perfected from my last life. Back then, I was handsome; after all, I used it to fool so many women. But now… it's just perfect."

 It's not that he hasn't looked at himself so thoroughly before, but with memories from another life, he has become a bit disoriented.

 The memories bring with them lessons, ideologies, and thoughts that don't truly merge seamlessly.

 While his soul is one, he would have followed a more similar path in his life if not for some drastic things that have changed some very cruel parts of him.

 He has had a family this time, people who love him. That's why the loss of his father hurt him so much. He had gained something he never had and then lost it so soon.

 Part of why it was easy for him to leave his mother, Gloria, and Sonia was because he was afraid of losing them too.

 Illogical—what else can you say to an irrational fear?

 For now, he has to give time for him to assimilate the memories of two perspectives.

 "I don't know how this would turn out. Will I be strengthening some of my beliefs, or will I become a partial nut?"

 Only time will tell.

 "One thing for sure, though, I have to fulfil the potential I have in this life; And I have to be smart about my decisions."

 Looking into the eyes of his reflection he reaffirmed...

 "This life is worth living, this time I have a family that loves me. I will not waste my life."

 "And now knowing one of the best TV families, sure as hell I will live my life to the best of it."

 solidifying his beliefs and aspirations for this life… he clenches his teeth thinking of the thinks that are blocking its path…

 the once who conspired to have him killed…

 'I will kill them motherfuckers to think they can kill me…'

 Rage filled his lungs, consumed in thoughts of ending all that had crossed him… 'Me surviving is the worst thing to ever happen to you all…'

 Right when his rage seemed to boil over and ready to burn all that's in his path.

 Daru closed his eyes,'Calm, I have to be calm. I know who I am up against and at the top of that group is William Black; that guy is not easy to deal with. Being able to dominate a market while sitting on a niche product like that pink shit, he must have seen hell.'

 Daru narrowed his eyes with a sharp glint, 'but they don't know me too. I lived this life on the knife's tip while skating on the edge in the past. They have seen me be reckless and wanton, now with the fineness of the past…

 Covering his eyes with his hand for a sec, he looks up

 Now I even scare myself'

 "thinking about scarry, I have to think how to appease, Sonia and Maa." With a wry smile, Darus forehead bunches.

 "its gonna be more difficult to deal with them then to kill of all the top brass of a drug syndicate." Daru chuckles lightly.

 He knows that there for love for him is non other and would do anything for the family.

 But he also knows the terror of their anger; just thinking of 11th sep, the horrid night of his foolish teen year when faced there combined wrath… he for sure knows that this time they would have him on a pike.

 Daru shakes his head to sooth the shudders running through his body, deciding to push the responsibility to his future self.

 Walking out and drying himself. He lets his body crash onto the bed.

 It has been a exhausting to find Glorias house from his memories of the show and that too right after walking up from 'death', being disoriented with the merging of memories of his past and present.

 It would not be an exaggeration to say he dove right into the slimy realm of Morpheus.

 while deep in sleep a part of the haze clears.

 In this clearing, the sun rises for another mundane day.

 The working men toiling their worth for a thankless job, and the underbelly of the city where people spend the day in their own kind of cycle.

 All following the code of the matrix; a bit cathartic don't you say how the matrix don't differentiate. The low runts of the streets to ceo's all traped in a cycle they don't see.

 Daru being the part of the dark alleys, was doing his part in the great mechanism of things too.

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 But today was not going to be the same as every other.

 Today there will be a crack in the matrix, something even it couldn't account for.

 It was destined that he wouldn't have any luck today, while neither would it have been able to influence the probability of something even the world doesn't account for.

 Today might as well you can would be the last day of Daru for what he has been till now.

 Daru walks slowly towards a shed, two man gaurding its entrance.

 "Yo, long time no see."

 Snorts from the two man was the reply he got.

 And neither was he expecting much, he still walked with a smile on his face.

 But before he could cross them to enter, one of them raised an his hand to stop him.

 Turning his head towards the guy Daru asked with the same smile.

 "anything I can be an help of… for the dogs."

 Both men growl, but do nothing; no bite.

 "Raise your arms." One of the guy says with a scowl.

 "Oh you want to fisk me, haha" Daru laughs and then abruptly losses his smile, then chalenges,"Try me."

 When the men were about to loss it and jump, Daru continued with a light smile.

 "Yo, learn to take a joke guys. Come check." Still with the smirk, he raises his arms beckoning them to search him.

 Serching him through, both men let him pass.

 "See you soon suckers." says Daru passing them, while at it, he smacks there asses when turn to face the entrance.

 This action should have infuriated them, but if Daru had seen their faces and the ferocious smiles they were having he would have gotten to some nasty misunderstandings.

 The haze closes in. in this foggy screen of dream Daru seems to be handing over something to a guy wearing all American sag coat.

 You barely hear what each is speaking but it seems that Daru is arguing about the process taking too long.

 Time doesn't seem to follow any rhythm.

 While fast and second it snails the next.

 All come to a silence and the moment almost freezes, to be then broken with a… ring.

 Daru talks his phone while the man with questionable taste seems more startle than he should seem.

 Daru not taking this to alarm, he placates the other guy "It's the bossman."

 The man breaks into a smile he is head almost transforming into that of a hyena.

 But Daru still doesn't strike it as something mortally dangerous. Guys who he usually deals with almost always have some screw lose.

 But there is no chance of any thing happening here. Cause deals like this are supposed to be sacred or shit. You do something in deal like this, you face the full brunt from guys nobody would ever wanna mess with.

 Well there exceptions, but with the backing of a major gang like Taco's that William has partnered with. Nobody has enough gall to cross them.

 The whole world then seems to break…

 All he hears from the phone is

 "…Trap"

 Daru doesn't seem to affected by the echo.

 Calmly he reaches to the half man half beast.

 "Boss wanna speak." He says though the call end beep bangs in his head like a church bell.

 The shattered pieces of the place show men all around him two to the back, with the monster in coat near the table behind whom another two… five in total not counting two outside.

 While his hand reaches to place the phone face down on the paw he lets it drop… then graping its wrist.

 He crouches as he pulls him on the table, his body on some instinct swipe the gun on the mans side. It felt that something in his soul guided him to make that clean and fast thief swipe.

 Each individual now taking a piece of the world with the haze all around, Daru is seen to point his gun to the back before the two could have theres on him…

 *Bang* *Bang*

 using all his life's potential he puts holes right into there foreheads.

 Even before the men could fall to the ground…

 *Bang*

 You see Daru bleed…

 Ignoring that up he shoots through the eye of the beast.

 Rolling and dodging…

 Each of the three shoot with drools by there mouth…

 *Bang*

 Another down…

 *Bang*

 That's the last… of those inside.

 But not all good, like the whole gang are indoctrinated in not letting their members' dead corpse fall to the ground before shooting a new hole in their enemy… one of the two guys from outside this abandoned shed, shoots a bullet which passes through his shoulder like a medieval spear.

 Through and through…

 While the shootout continued…

 *Bang* *knock*

 Now all the men were lying on the ground…

 With only one have a bare breath left.

 *Knock* *Knock*

 *Knock* *Knock*

 "Haa…!" startled looking around to be on a bed. He looks toward the source of the noise.

 "um uncle Daru… Gloria send me to wake you up…"

 AN: God damn it took me hardly 30 mins to write, but proofreading, rewriting and editing took me 2 hours... I'd rather let chatGpt do this from tomorrow... it will lose some of my voice but I guess that's the trade off...

 Ps: I went a bit crazy at the end tell me if it bug y'all I will see to minimize those shenanigan's in future chapters.