On this summer’s night, the air was warm and fresh, the sky
darkened by a mist coming off the wide ocean. Hidden behind the grey clouds,
the bright, white full moon began shining it’s light down on the darkened
cityscape. Atop a building overlooking the harbor stood a young boy on the edge
of the roof. He carried an ill-favored expression on his face; he was blank,
like the light casting over his features. His midnight black hair blended
perfectly with the night sky, his dark brown eyes popped against his deathly pale
ivory complexion. The wind blew his black hair gently against his gentle brow
above his snake like eyes. He looked to the city with new eyes, seeing
everything in a vision he had never seen before.
Across the city, in a private bar sat three men in business
suits in the lounge. With long, wavy, brown hair, a man held a brandy on the
rocks. Another with a grim look over his face sat in the seat adjacent from the
man with the brandy; the black haired male poured back a small glass of hot
sake. He licked the small grin that had formed, off his lips with his moist,
pink tongue. The final, shorter man held a long, slender Champagne flute
between his slender fingers. The man that held the Brandy tilted his head back,
his long wavy hair falling over the back of his seat. He took a slow deep
breath with a short pause; he then let out a quick sigh, he was obviously bored.
It was yet another uneventful night and this male wanted to have a little fun.
He had already shot back a half a dozen glasses of sake, and
yet he felt nothing. The black haired male was still as sober as if he were
drinking water. He dressed perfectly in a three-piece black suit. It fit him
perfectly, tailored to fit his long, slender frame. With one more glass passing
his narrow, dark pink lips, he looked to the boss, hoping for this night’s
decision.
Drained of all his energy, holding his champagne flute
weakly, the third man who was dressed in a dark tan, three-piece suit blinked
slowly, almost lifelessly. He had dropped some energy tablets into his
alcoholic drink in hopes to get some life back for the remainder of the night,
yet he had no luck. Beneath the black hairline of his short, almost buzzed hair
dripped two wounds on either side of his neck. His starched, perfectly pressed
white collar had been stained crimson. His sleepy-like symptoms were caused by
anemia.
Throwing his head forward, his long, wavy hair flying over
his dark, lazy eyes, the man looked at his glass solemnly. His drink was thrown
to the S-curved table in front of him, its contents spreading over the glass
surface. A groan passed his glossed, pink lips, his eyes focusing on the drops
that dripped down onto the black slate flooring. His black haired accompaniment
groaned at him for his unnecessary action. The man with the wavy hair groaned
out of boredom, doing this every night was getting to be an old act.
“Okei, we need to go somewhere.” His deep dominant voice
directed itself to his prepped and pretty companion. “Tonight is far too
uneventful for my liking.” He was lazy; his speech was hollow and unimpressed
much like his eyes. His days events truly effected his mood, on any other day,
he would be much more enthusiastic. The man leaned back in his seat, pulling
his blazer over his bare chest. Though he normally never wore a shirt under his
blazer, he was very subconscious about how he looked. He was self-conscious yet
brought it upon himself from the way he dressed.
With an empty stare and barely a speck of emotion, his
accomplice gently placed his drink on the wet, S-curved table, his narrow, dark
eyes rising to his boss. A grin grew on his thin lips while he leaned over his
knees, hoping for a suggestion as for the night’s plans. He knew of a game they
could go out and play if his boss had nothing in mind.
“What did you have in mind, boss?” Both were mere equals, just
as they socially had the same career, the elegant man called his equal of a
higher seniority. His voice spoke low and calm, he was airy in his speech; he
spoke with class, in order to not tire out his lovely voice.
In a slow carefree blink through his long bangs, the male
looked to his elegant accomplice, a smile grew on his full, reddening lips, a
smile full of much sinister.
“How about we go hunting?” In the deep streets of Tokyo, there
was still to be many people around, minding their own business. One would
expect, with so many others around, a mere hunting game would more nothing less
than impossible. He folded his arms across his chest, holding the metallic
fabric of his blazer closed.
His colleague tilted his head, his bangs falling over his
eyes as he grinned most horrifically. It was obvious that his suggestion
sparked something of interest in him. A hunting game was just what these two
needed; they had not had a fight in far too long since they had found their pet.
For too long have these two hidden in the darkness, with their pet by their
side every step of the way. A little fight once in a while was needed, with one
would call a complete stranger. With a gentle, graced finger, the elegant man
pushed his black bangs from his eyes, returning his eyes to his boss.
“That sounds exhilarating, boss.” He crossed one leg over
the other, looking prettier more so now rather then threatening. His impressed
expression moving over to their weakened, dirty friend. He laughed slightly,
his eyes arching in a creepy manor. He nudged towards him silently. “What about
him? Shall we take him with us?” The question in itself was insulting; he was
not worthy of their hunting games.
Tossing his long wavy hair, the boss looked over to their
friend. A small chuckle passed his lips in seeing him. Arm slung over the edge
of his seat, his drink barely in his fingers. He chuckled to himself again.
“Yuichi doesn't seem fit for a night out.” A loud crash came
from his direction, his glassed slipped from the weak grip of his fingers. Both
laughed this time, their eyes meeting momentarily this time. “Perhaps we took
too much this time Kyoukei.” The boss’ eyes darkened as they fell upon his
accomplice again. On this night, he took much less from Yuichi, this time his
uselessness was to blame on Kyoukei’s accomplice.
Kyoukei pushed himself forward, barely sitting on the seat
of his leather chair. His dark, narrow eyes looked up to his boss who stared at
his rather maliciously. Returning the dark stare through his bangs, Kyoukei
rose, keeping his gaze locked on the boss.
“Don't blame me, Akira. You had more than I did!” Raising
his voice, he was feeling irritated. Things like this were always blamed on him;
it was Akira’s way to irritate him. Small things like this, as well as others
that had related. There were other times like that time that Akira was hit by a
car because Kyoukei had not told him it was coming at him. At the time it
seemed like a hilarious thing to do, not tell Akira; even now, Akira will never
stop bringing it up. “Lets go. Yuichi will be fine here.” Though they used him
as a puppet, a pet, they still cared for Yuichi’s safety and well-being. He was
nothing but a tool to them, who stuck by their side in even knowing the truth
about them, allowing them to use him as he wished in exchange for his
protection.
Yuichi sunk lower in his seat, fully unconscious now. He was
drained too much of his life source to be able to move around for now. Shrugging
him off, Akira stood as well, ignoring Kyoukei’s comment. His blazer had
opened, exposing his fit, perfectly toned chest and stomach to the pale, yellow
light of the bar.
“Ikuzou Kyoukei.” His tone had darkened; he was definitely
ready for a fight night of food. His narrow eyes blinked slowly and his gaze
fell upon the doorway. “I'm growing impatient.” Kyoukei only rolled his eyes at
that, he was more then ready to leave, he was only waiting for Akira.
Stepping around the S-curve table, Akira buttoned up his
blazer, keeping his bare chest underneath, hidden. In what seemed like a shot
of a slow motion camera, he flicked his medium brown hair back with the back of
his hand. Even in the low, yellow light of the bar lights, the mysterious
sparkle down his neck and collarbone shone evidently. It was many years ago
that this ‘symptom’ had occurred. It was the cause of his bodily insecurities.
With a graced, high-powered stride, Akira had disappeared through the low
curtains of the doorway.
With leaning all his weight on one foot, Kyoukei adjusted
the tie under his collar. Though it had been perfectly in place, he felt the
need to straighten it again. Giving his lips a gentle lick as he tossed his
head up, his dark brown eyes looked to the doorway. Slicking back the hair
around his ear, he took one step, patting Yuichi on the shoulder as he walked
passed.
“Sleep well.” He whispered softly before continuing his
stride to the freshness of the night air. His in his tone also showed in his
classy stride.
Outdoors now, the two long time friends stood on the streets
looking to see where their best location would be on this beautiful Tokyo
night.
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