Wildfire start with a kiss (eng)

To all the lovely people who still read my story and vote/comment on, I wanna say a big THANK YOU for supporting me. Sorry if it seems that I don't value comments, but I do. Really!

To be honest, translating it to English takes sometimes much more time, than I thought.

Even if I use a translator, most of the time I have to correct every sentence anyway.

But as long as there are readers, who enjoy what I'm writing I want to keep going.

I have so much more ideas for other stories about those two or Arthit/Kongpob. I just wish I had more time at hand and /or always the mood to write.

What I can promise is, that if the interest will remain, I will definitely finish the story/translation.

I know how frustration/disappointing it can be, if a story you invested your time in will not get an ending.

OK, enough with the drivel ; )

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Since P'Sing had the car keys with him, Krist had just sat down on the chain of an enclosure to a parking lot and rocked slightly back and forth, lost in thought.

He had watched as Officer New and another officer showed up and finally took the whimpering guy with them. Krist wondered if there would ever be a interrogating. The two policemen had simply grabbed the guy and just left again.

No one had asked him, to say something to the incident, but perhaps this was just another thing that only concerned P'Sing and his gang.

When it came to P'Sing, there were always more questions than answers.

Ultimately, it seemed that he really just knew a small part of the person P'Sing was and at the moment it felt to him, that they were nothing else than casual acquaintances.

"He'll calm down." He heard Arm's voice, who now approached him and sat beside him.

For a minute it remained quiet between them, until Krist voiced his most predominate thought.

"Who is P'Sing really?" Arm gave a murmur forth and looked into the night sky above them.

"He's going to kill me for that, but maybe it's better to bring some light into the darkness to be able to understand him a little bit better. But for now it should also remain our little secret." He pointed out and winked mischievously at him.

"P'Sing was a mercenary soldier, like all of us. He was our pack leader so to say. Each of us had his own reasons to choose this path, but P'Sing was already there before any of us. As far as I know, he was at a military school in his teens, but never intended to devote his life to the army. But as so often, there are things in life that we can't influence. He was good at what he did and has saved us several times from situations that could have broken our neck.

Nevertheless, this kind of job was nothing to be proud of.

None of us was, but we earned good money and each of us needed it.

We had another comrade, his name was Ohm. He was the youngest in our troupe. Maybe P'Sing saw something of himself in him and therefor took him under his wing.

It also brought him a little bit more out of his iron shell, something none of us had previously succeeded in. But in the end, it did not matter as long as we knew how to function as one unite.

Ohm lost his life in a failed mission.

There was no way that Sing could have prevented it and yet he blamed himself completely.