A/N: Turned it into a two-shot. Written for The Hostile Takeover Forum Theme Writing Challenge: Good versus Evil.

It was good work. To Millennion, dispatching Leonard was the right thing to do because he had killed a Millennion man. But to Brandon, it was inhuman. Leonard had a daughter, and his death took away the great life his child was supposed to have.

Much to his chagrin, Brandon's mobile phone wouldn't stop vibrating as Arnold drove him home. Worse yet, whenever he picked up the call, he would hear praises and cheers. His remaining companions in the loan shark department kept saying that he had committed a commendable deed: bringing justice to their dead friend and teaching the civilians to behave well towards Millennion loan sharks.

Upon landing his sound foot on the ledge of Dr. Tokioka's trailer, Brandon lifted his artificial leg and struck the metallic extension with it to completely put himself inside his home. He had returned, but at the sight of Mika sitting at a desk and scribbling in a thick book, he closed the trailer's door softly and walked past her with a long face.

Suddenly, the sound of pencil scraping against a piece of paper subsided, and Mika called out, "You're back! You sure worked overtime today."

Brandon simply took off his coat and hung it on a wall hook. He heard Mika, but he wouldn't look at her since it would remind him of what he had just done earlier: turning a little girl into an orphan. The kid was far younger than Mika, but she was still someone who needed a daddy's care and guidance to grow up.

"Brandon?" Mika asked silently.

He didn't reply; instead, he simply sauntered towards his armchair. As soon as he sat down, he closed his eye.

"You're tired?" A set of graceful footsteps followed that question. "Things didn't go well? Heard that your friend passed away this morning."

The image of Leonard's crying daughter standing between him and Leonard emerged in his mind. Usually, Brandon would've screamed out of immense stress, but because Mika was around, he didn't. His anguished roar would worry her.

Unfortunately, he couldn't hide his frown. His wistful facial expression brought him a pair of warm hands to his only arm.

"Are you sad because of losing your friend?" she questioned gently.

He remained quiet, but the scowl hadn't left his face.

Soon, the warmth on his forearm was no more. "You're sleeping? Okay then. I'll continue doing my homework. But don't forget to retire your prosthesis later."

What? How could he have forgotten about hygiene, especially regarding the remainder of his lost leg? Removing his prosthesis and washing his residual limb were important; not doing those would result in a decaying stump. If that happened, the doctor might need to further amputate it, which would make walking more difficult.

Another set of footsteps echoed, but this time, the sound was going away from him. "I wish I knew how to cheer you up. It's always nicer when you're happy, especially when I have nothing to do." A soft chuckle followed. "We can have fun together. I love it when you let me sit in your lap, cover me with your coat, and read a comic or do a crossword puzzle with me."

I have to move on, he thought. Wallowing in sorrow will only put my residual limb at risk and hinder me from being a good "daddy" to Mika.

However, his mind didn't allow him to; it projected the flashes of Brandon delivering a fist to Leonard's face and pointing a gun at him.

Stop bothering me, he scolded. You're only hampering me from committing good deeds. Millennion and Mika need me.

The mental image blurred and vanished. Brandon opened his eye, but unlike before, looking at Mika no longer reminded him of Leonard's execution.

Thrusting himself up to a standing position with his hand, he smiled. Now was the time to show Mika that he had overcome the enemy within him. He strolled towards her and stopped behind her. Standing still, he watched her writing numbers beside one of the triangles in the book.

Suddenly, she put down her pencil, turned to him, and cheered, "You sure look happier than before!"

Brandon nodded, still observing the forms in the book. His desire to help emerged, but knowing merely basic calculations and social arithmetic in math, he decided to pull away.

"It's okay," she said, smiling. "I can do this by myself."

Brandon nodded again before turning around and walking towards the back of his armchair. He'd better retire his artificial leg now; when he had done that, maybe Mika would have finished her homework.

His wheelchair stood behind the massive metal recliner. After sitting on it, he pushed the lever to release the wheel lock. With his only hand alternating between spinning the wheel and steering the crooked handle of the lever, he began his journey to the bathroom.

When he returned from the bathroom with his prosthesis on his lap, Mika was still writing in her math textbook. However, Brandon didn't mind. He would simply sit and wait on his recliner after putting away his artificial leg.

He parked his wheelchair beside his gigantic metal recliner. After pulling the lever to lock the wheels, he grabbed the armrest of his recliner and began pulling himself up to a standing position. Once he stood on one leg, he immediately turned. His backside somehow hit the hard seat with a thud as he bent his healthy knee to sit down, but at least, he had managed to return to his resting place.

As he waited for Mika, the memory of murdering Leonard disturbed him no more. Thoughts of solving crosswords puzzles and reading comics with Mika filled his mind.

As long as I can take good care of Mika and support Millennion, I am staying on the right track. He smiled. Being kind to others isn't always good for my family after all.