DON'T BREATHE A WORD
Dedicated to my parents since they are both so important to me -and also because they always make fun of my language learning. I own this story, but not the characters themselves (unless they are my own).
Prologue
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Brr-ing!
Eyelids flew open as bleary eyes turned to look at the alarm clock that stood on Rei's table. Stretching his arms wide open, he yawned, sharp teeth glinting a little in the sunlight. He was a neko-jin, one of the few left of his kind, thus the pointy canines.
He himself had been born somewhere in the recesses of China. He knew next to nothing about his parents –could only recall a vague image of what they looked like. He'd been abandoned at the age of five, and the people who had taken him in had only told him that he was an orphan, and that his parents had loved him very much.
At that age he had been a recluse, but slowly, with people who cared about him, he had climbed out of his cages and broken down the bar that had held him down.
Now he was an educated person, having graduated from Cambridge with full efficiency of both economics and history of arts three years ago (he'd managed to afford the atrocious fees by way of scholarship). The previous three years had not been wasted either –he'd taken himself travelling to destinations that even he knew nothing about, learning about cultures, arts, doing odd jobs here and there to grab enough money for the next destination. On the way he'd discovered an affinity for languages, and so, stepping foot back onto 'homeland' again (Japan), he'd become one of the main translators in one of the agencies.
Rei grinned, tossing a pancake in the air, as he bounced to one of his favourite songs. It was fortunate that most of his neighbours were decent, or his constant blaring of the radio or his own stereo could have spilt some blood. As it was, most of the people living remotely near him seemed to develop a soft spot for the raven-haired man in no time.
Knock. Knock.
Rei swirled around, already knowing who it was. "Just come in! The door's open!"
A navy head peeked in, blue eyes twinkling. "Yo, Rei, what's cooking?" Rei shook his head mentally. He knew what would happen next, and so did Tyson, but they still followed the ritual every morning. Rei had a feeling that it would be followed until the day he died or he couldn't cook.
"Pancakes," Rei said, smiling. "Want a piece?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
Tyson grinned. "Sure!" he said, immediately grabbing a piece and tossing it from hand to hand at the heat. Rei shook his head in amusement at his colleague. In actuality, he'd met Tyson and his boyfriend Max in university. Of course, while he'd been busy travelling, the two of them had been opening 'Speak Up!', the company where Rei worked now. The two had immediately hired Rei upon his return to Japan, where the main branch of the company was.
Rei sighed; he had a good life…
"Hey, Rei, doesn't your shift start at ten?"
Golden eyes blinked wide open, and a pair of lips uttered a loud obscenity.
Tyson blinked as the neko spun around and raced to his bedroom to change and get out for work.
"I…guess it does," he said hesitantly, as he watched Rei stumble out of the door with a pancake in his mouth. "Hey, does that mean I get the rest of it?" he yelled.
Hearing silence, the navy haired man grinned. "Aaand I take that as a 'yes'," he said, popping a piece of blueberry pancake into his mouth. He smirked.
"Yuuum…."
And licked his lips.
A/N: Sorry ATP reviewers, but I couldn't resist posting this as well as ATP. Unlike ATP though, this will be updated randomly -ATP still comes first because I posted it first.