Why should I?

"Why should I help you?" Ace said

"I mean you haven't killed me yet so that does mean you're going to help me, right?"

"I'm not going to help you fully, but I will help you as much as I can." Ace said while looking away from Xenon

"Why are you helping me anyway?"

Ace blushed he couldn't say that his puppy face worked that would ruin his dark image

"Are you questioning me? So you don't need help anymore?"

Xenon thought to himself 'I should really keep my mouth shut, one day it will get me in big trouble.'

"I'm so sorry Ace I won't question you, your highne-' uh oh Xenon has always been a trouble maker, but is what the women loved about him.

Ace left the room

He did not hesitate

As soon a Xenon called him that

He just left

Confusion ran through Xenon's head, I mean what's wrong with that hot-headed idiot.

Ace doesn't know why he left, he just did. Ace stood with us back to the door and felt a weird sensation in his stomach. He has never been like this so why now, why did it have to be in that moment he felt this way?

Xenon started laughing at Ace for just leaving like that and he heard so he walked away a bit mad but also with that new feeling.

Xenon had then again realized that he was hungry and passed out on the bed, sleeping uncomfortably. A short while had past and Ace came back with a meal for Xenon and saw that he was sleeping uncomfortably.

He was touching his stomach.

Ace thought he has no choice but to check his stomach so he lifted his shirt...

To his surprisement scars were all over it with a couple of fresh ones.

Wow this guy has been in a lot of fights.

Is he dangerous, thought Ace, No way this looser wouldn't be hard to beat in a fight.

Ace applied ointment on his wounds and Xenon was in pain and Ace kind of felt sorry for him.

"AHHHH DON'T HURT ME!!!"

What happened to him?