((Hey guys, this chapter is a bit slow I know, but I have an idea for the next one, so bear with me :) ))

A little less than an hour had passed before Ken finally returned to the house. As soon as Mark told him to go talk to Felix, he sighed, clearly knowing what it was going to be about before he even walked up the stairs.

Once upstairs the black haired man hesitates and finally walks into the guest bedroom, meeting a clearly annoyed Swede.

"Hey Felix... How's it going?"

Ken asks politely, a smirk twitching onto his face. The blonde man crosses his arms over his chest, letting his one blue eye change to that sickening green.

"Don't call me that Dark..."

He growls quietly, his lip curling back into a small snarl. The black haired man smiles slightly, his eyes changing from brown to a deep red.

"Is there something you wanted to tell me?"

Anti asks with annoyance. Dark rolls his eyes walking forward a bit.

"Not really. Why are you going to scold me?"

The red eyed man retorts with a tilt of his head, simply earning another soft growl from the man in front of him.

"I told you not to touch either of them yet..."

Dark simply chuckles, amused with the situation.

"What do you mean? I didn't touch a hair on their pretty little heads."

The black haired man responds innocently. Anti walks forward until he stood just a couple inches away from the man, looking up at the taller form angrily.

"Are you really going to lie to me Dark? What the hell were you thinking!?"

Anti lets his voice grow louder, anger dripping from each word. Dark's red eyes narrow at his tone, studying him carefully, before finally stopping at his mismatched eyes.

"I was thinking it's stupid to wait... We could kill them right now."

The black haired man replies coldly, keeping his voice low, only letting a slight bit of his anger shine through. Anti scoffs and opens his mouth to reply but Dark cuts him off.

"Its perfect timing. Sean is weak, afraid, and Mark is too busy worrying about his little boy toy to even pay attention."

He continues, his voice turning to a slight growl towards the end. Anti raises an eyebrow, puckering his lips slightly as he thinks it over. Finally he shakes his head and glares at the taller man who glowered down at him.

"No, Dark. In case you forgot those are the two who nearly killed us last time."

Anti replies gruffly, dropping his crossed arms to his sides.

"We wait until we're sure."

Dark's lip curls back into a sharp snarl as he takes a step forward opening his mouth to argue, but stopping as Anti speaks over him.

"I'm not going to let your obsession with that little Irish bitch ruin everything!"

He snaps loudly, his hands clenching into tight fists, ignoring the pain when his nails punctured into his palm. Dark's eyes widen slightly at his outburst before he narrows his eyes.

"Obsession?"

"Yes Dark, obsession!"

Anti snarls out, trying to keep his voice low, though it continued to raise with each word.

"You think I haven't noticed? You don't want to kill Sean... You want him."

The man finishes, forcing his voice to lower into a deep growl. Dark looks at him, not letting any emotion break through his stone cold face. His arms cross over his chest and his lips curl into a sneer.

"You don't know anything."

Dark replies after a short silence, his crimson eyes moving away from the smaller man in front of him. Anti scoffs and walks forward, their feet nearly touching.

"I'm not stupid Dark. I see what's happening, and I won't let you have Sean. We stick to the plan, and wait."

Anti finishes, finally pushing past the red eyed man and opening the door, letting both his eyes regain their natural light blue.

"You're old news Anti. You're nothing to me but an old toy, one I should've thrown away a long time ago."

The blonde man stops in the doorway at those gruff words, forcing his eyes to remain forward. Finally he releases a huff and slams the door behind him, storming down the stairs and out of the front door, ignoring when Jack and Mark called after him.

Soon after Ken walks down the stairs, his demeanor much calmer than Felix's had been. Once he walks into the kitchen Mark greets him quietly, and Sean sinks lower into his seat, avoiding the man's gaze at all costs.

"What the hell happened up there?"

Mark asks Ken with a raise of his eyebrow, seeming to not notice how Jack shrunk away from the man.

"Just Felix, being a drama king as always."

The black haired man replies with a shrug, sitting down at the stool next to Sean. Jack scoots as far to the edge of his, his nervous actions making Ken's mouth twitch into a small smirk.

Mark notices the Irish man's fidgety behavior and looks at him with worried chocolate brown eyes.

"Sean, everything alright?"

The red haired man asks, his voice seeming to snap Jack out of whatever thoughts had consumed his mind. His blue eyes glance to the black haired man quickly before he nods and forces a small smile standing up from his chair and backing away from the counter.

"Y-Yah... I just... I need to lay down..."

He stutters quietly, before turning and nearly running up the stairs to his room. Mark watches after him confused but soon shrugs his shoulders and turns to Ken, studying the man who still watched the doorway Sean had left from.

Finally Mark shakes his head, simply shrugging off Jack's actions and walking to the fridge. He opens it and looks inside before grabbing two sodas and tossing one to Ken, who caught it with ease. Grabbing one for himself he simply sighs and walks into the living room, flipping on the television and skimming the channels.

Ken soon walks out, sitting on the other end of the couch, and ignores Mark for the most part. Mark however let his brown eyes move to the black haired man a few times, when he was around Jack seemed to grow fidgety. So what the hell happened?