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Sena gasped before raking his teeth across a dry tongue attempting to remove the fowl taste in his mouth.
The scary guy, who was even more imitating close up, sneered throwing the gag over his shoulder. It landed on top of an empty bag of some genetic chip brand unfolding slightly, seeming almost as relieved to be away from Sena as he was from it.
Meanwhile Scary Guy pulled out a knife from seemly nowhere and started to cut at the ropes binding Sena's legs together. He nearly cried out loud, wincing as pens and needles crawled up his cramped legs along with snakes of intense pain right underneath his left calf.
Just then the ground fell away leaving Sena hanging in the air for a moment before returning, slamming at him with such force that he landed not on his bottom but roughly on his unprotected side. An empty beer can jabbed into his ribcage and his hand landed on something sticky, like tar.
Rightfully disgusted Sena pulled himself up with his stomach muscles wishing that Scary Guy had cut the ropes entwining his arms around his back instead of his legs. Because the mysterious sticky substance was really freaking him out, what if it was gum or something equally icky?
Sena froze struck with the oddity of himself, here he was kidnapped and in the back of a dark van with no clear idea of how long he been there, or why for the matter, and he was fretting over his hygiene. And he hadn't even added Scary Guy to the equation yet.
Speaking of said Scary Guy, he was now entertaining himself with cleaning gunk out from under his nails with the knife unaffected by the hurdling movements of the van. He was still leaning against the window, which had been painted over in black paint, but poorly. While his face was in shadows his long dreadlocks, purple in the lighting, was surrounded in a halo instantly giving him the look of a saint.
One who was friendly with knifes of course and had a habit of kidnapping but all while in a holy way. I wonder if they drugged me, Sena thought off-handily, it would explain why he wasn't freaking out yet and why his brain wasn't sticking onto the fact he had been kidnapped.
Struggling, he swung his memories to earlier that day if only to remind himself of how he got in the situation in the first place.
Four Hours Earlier
"Gah! Sena, Sena, early again! If you keep this up I'm just going to have to start charging you rent." Doburoku teased gruffly unlocking the glass door heading in before Sena. After half a year of working for him Sena knew he wasn't serious and smiled bowing politely.
He followed Doburoku around the store passing jewelry more expensive than the apartment he was living in. And by apartment, he meant the whole complex – including everything inside of it. Diamonds gleamed from under their showcases with an array of other precious gems surrounding them. As the two headed to the back room Doburoku flipped on lights using the Universal Remote he had bought a couple months ago.
The corners of Sena's mouth curled as he stared at the room around him, he had been so lucky to get this job. While other kids his age were either begging money off their parents or working at some dead in job at a fast food joint he was surrounded by chic high class jewelry.
Unlike a greasy fast food place the store was sheek with unstained white carpet floors and five long rectangular showcases made out of dark wood. In the middle of the room was a rounded desk with three ultra fast and slim computers. Against three different walls were flat screen TVs that would play a silent slideshow of the precious rings that the store had to offer.
The walls were a metallic gold color simmering in only the right light, when the sun rose. Black leather chairs awaited tired customers and the lights were aligned to make every jewel glimmer and sparkle.
With school out for summer break – and the library too far to walk - the store had quickly evolved to his haven of safely. It was odd though, helping men twice his age find the ring they would use to propose with. Having them hang on his every word as if by missing one simple fact would end with the lost of their future wife.
But it was just something to get used to.
Sena threw one last glance to the room before following Doburoku into the backroom which, while not as impressive was neat and comfortable. It was then that the feeling hit him like a punch in the gut that also came with a cold shiver down his spine. It attacked like flies on a hot day buzzing through his brain at ultra speed. The moment ended quickly though, just in time for Sena to caught Doburoku say, "Want some coffee?"
He shook his head politely biting his lip as an aftershock ran through his system. It was the same feeling he got when he realized that he burnt dinner or forgot a huge project at home. A nervous bug-like emotion crawling throughout his whole body, setting every fiber on alert.
He hesitated on sharing with Doburoku, going so far as to open his mouth and inhale but stopped at the last moment. "I think I'm going to go start up the music, okay?" Doburoku waved him away already no longer facing Sena. Instead he was muttering to himself randomly jabbing at the expensive coffee machine.
"What a weird feeling, it's sort of like what I'd expect to feel if a bully was near but there are not many bullies that would go out of their way to pick on me here." Sena thought to himself grabbing a bottle of Windex and a cloth.
Heading out into the front he launched himself at his favorite showcase, which was decided just to birthstones. He smiled at the necklace imagining for the umpteenth time the expression on Mamori's face when he gave to her for her 17th birthday that fall.
It wasn't the flashiest of choices, a simple teardrop on a silver chain but Sena knew Mamori – she would rather wear it every day than only on the special occasions. It was the color of light honey and pure citrine, which was a form of quartz.
"Ah, Sena why are you talking to yourself?"
Sena smiled flicking hair out of his eyes and instantly abandoned his cleaning task to take the large box that Chuubou struggled to keep from slamming onto the group. "Gah! What's in here, rocks?!" Sena gasped almost buckling under the weight.
"Worst, Grandpa's fishing supplies," Chuubou explained as they shuffled into the backroom. The box ended up on a table and two boys stood around it to catch their breath. "You shouldn't have tried to carry that all by yourself Chuu," Sena scolded but the younger boy only grinned.
"Ha! Grandpa would disagree with you 'when I was your age I worked every day until my hands bled,'" Chuubou imitated lowering his voice and placing both fist on the side of his waist. Sena simply smiled in response nervous to what he'd do if Doburoku were to hear.
The fact that Chuubou practically adored Sena wasn't going to keep Doburoku from firing him if he felt offended, right? And he needed to get that necklace for Mamori; it was the least she deserved after putting up with him for so long.
"H-hey Sena your spacing out again! You weren't paying attention," Chuubou pouted crossing his arms and Sena blushed instantly apologizing.
"Oh I'm sorry Chuubou, what was that?" He asked scratching the back of his neck and that was all the encouragement Chuubou needed. He instantly jumped into a rushed story of his last baseball game, despite the fact that Sena had been there for it.
In truth Sena could sort of understand to why Chuubou thought so highly of him, his real father was practically nonexistent in his life. He spent most of his time in New York controlling the company while Chuubou stayed in Maine with his grandfather who stubbornly stayed with "his" store.
The first of the world wide Sakaki Diamond Company even though Doburoku would like to pretend otherwise. He didn't keep his aggregation towards his only son much of a secret complaining from the state of the store to every commercial he saw.
And to be honest it was obvious that Chuubou carried more about baseball than he would ever about diamonds or the art of selling them. Even his current apparel reflected this, a baseball t-shirt, blue jeans, and a cap pulled backwards flatting his hair against his neck.
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"I think I have what you're looking for sir," Sena said softly, leading the elderly man over to the left of the store. The man practically smelled of money and sort of looked like what Sena guessed the guy who owned the Playboy Mansion would appear as (was it a bad thing that the only reason he knew of any of that because Mamori took him to see The House Bunny at the theater?).
Gray hair pushed against his skull the man followed Sena almost stepping on his shoes. "This is a 3.38 ctw, White Gold Engagement Ring. As you can see here it comes with round Princess cut stones with a Princess Cut center stone of 1.0 carat." Sena listed off without even putting any thought into it.
The man's dull gray eyes bore into Sena's own and he realized that despite the man's rich outfit he was needle thin and his skin was lumpy and the whites of his eyes yellow.
"How much for it?" The man wheezed snapping Sena back to his job. It wasn't up to him to stereotype people but he couldn't help but to be mildly curious as his first impression of the man wore away.
"The starting price is $12, 398," Sena said wrestling to keep his smile in place as the man swore. "I'll take it," he said smiling wide enough for Sena to see a line of white teeth. Wait, were those teeth sharp? "Smart choice sir, would you want that wrapped?" Sena said his mind in autopilot.
The feeling was back again, that sense of impending doom.
"I'll actually take it free," the man growled and even before Sena could open his mouth something cold was pressed against his forehead.
The old man grinned again, as if threatening people with a gun was a daily situation. The metal gleamed in the light.
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