Author's Note- Phew! I apologize for not updating for so long. School and final exams got in the way. But now it's summer and I'm back and super excited to continue the story! I might be a little slow, since I'm working on a lot of HS cosplay and candles for my school's student vendor fair, plus band camp at the end of July AND marching band the entire fall and winter. Don't forget the three-hour daily workout! I'll try to post every Tuesday or every other Tuesday.
So yeah! Well I better get along with the story before my hands break off from typing so much. There will be some Nekotalia hidden in the fic from now on, so look forward to that!
Thanks again for reading, and don't forget to review!
~Rolling Thunder~
Chapter 2
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"Hello poppets! I'm home!"
Oliver dropped the bag next to him on the floor, smirking when he heard a bone crack. He quickly scanned the interior. The inside of the house differed greatly from the façade, furnished with an old but comfy black sofa in front of a seventy-two-inch flat screen TV, your average wooden cupboard kitchen with a white laminate countertop, and a small table in between the living room and the kitchen, set to seat four. Matt's head nearly brushed the low living room ceiling, but he cleared the kitchen ceiling by several inches. Said blond was lounging on the sofa, leaving two others sitting at the table playing cards. All three men glanced in the direction of the door, where Oliver stood.
"Yo Olie! Wanna play cards?" shouted one of two at the table, lowering his dark Ray Bands to reveal crimson irises.
"No, I'll pass for today. I have to prepare my ingredients!"
Red eyes rested his glasses on top of his head, revealing more darkly tanned skin. "Alright then, suit yourself."
The other man at the table wearing a dark purple blouse scratched his stubble and pushed his blond unkempt shoulder length hair out of his face, grunting slightly at Oliver's response. "Don't spray blood everywhere this time. You morceaux de merde left me to clean up yesterday."
"Oh, don't worry François, Allen will clean up. Won't you, love?"
"OH HELL NO I AIN'T CLEANIN UP YO SHIT," snarled Allen, jumping out of his chair and shaking his maroon locks, one of which stuck up oddly in front. A fluffy creature skidded across the tile floor to evade the shouting titan. It glowered at the human and licked its red brown paws and black neck fluff while a similar light brown creature with red neck fluff plopped onto the floor and growled lazily.
Matt shifted on the couch. "Allen shut your pancake hole. You're scaring the cats."
"Hey, Oliver's cat and François's cat aren't even in the room, only my awesome one and your shitty one. By the way, get that piece of trash away from me."
The taller blond's fingers lightly brushed his bloody hockey stick. "What did you call my cat?"
"A shitty piece of trash, moosefucker."
Matt attacked his brother, straddling him as he beat Allen's face into a smoothie, hockey stick clanking against two lip piercings.
Oliver stomped his foot, causing a nearby vase to shatter. "BOYS! STOP FIGHTING THIS INSTANT! SOMETHING IS HAPPENING ON THE NEWS!"
The fighting males broke apart, dusting off their clothes. Matt's face remained expressionless while Allen's was wrenched into a dirty scowl. The latter shook off his bomber jacket, leaving a white tank top to cover his muscular figure. All attention turned to the TV.
'The leader of Asian Mafia the Black Dragons, Xiao Wang, has been reported missing from the local prison. Several members of the Black Dragons were tracked down and interrogated for assistance in escape, but all have claimed to have never heard of the break out. Several trials were held, and all were claimed innocent. Investigators are looking for more details on the matter…'
François's eyes widened, and his lit cigarette fell to the floor, his mouth slightly open. Oliver took on the appearance of a surprised child, blankly staring into the screen. Allen and Matt exchanged a shocked glance, uncomfortably shifting their feet.
"Xiao… missing?" François whispered. "Mattheu, vérifier les Nouvelles Sous-sol."
Matt flew to the couch and retrieved an old laptop covered with hunting stickers from the coffee table, opening it, frantically typing, and scrolling down a page labeled The Underground News. He leaned back, sighed, and began to read a piece of the article.
"'Xiao Wang of the Black Dragons has been missing for over a month, as members of the organization claim. Secret search parties have been combing the world, but none have returned in success.' What do you guys think happened to him?"
Allen smirked. "Maybe he OD-OW!"
Oliver slapped the boy and fell back into the recliner. "Until we find out more, no one is to go hunting," he sighed.
François's usual frown deepened. "No hunting? Then what are we going to do? Just hide in here like caged lions until we die, or curl up in fear?"
A white cat with folded ears and splotchy pink spots jumped onto Oliver's lap. Oliver fixed the creature's pale blue bowtie and gently stroked its back. "I don't know. I am personally gobsmacked about his disappearance. But if Xiao of all people is missing, something must be awry, and I don't want you boys to get hurt." François rolled his eyes. "You too dear. Well anyway, we best get comfortable in the house. There's lots of food-"
"I am not eating another human, Oliver," stated a thick New York accent.
Oliver crossed his arms. "No, you won't be. We have plenty of your American junk food and ramen from Kuro. Matt, go to the supermarket and get toiletries for everyone."
Matt slipped into his red park ranger coat and unlocked the door. "Got it." He closed the door behind him.
Hmm, thought Oliver. What's causing this? Whatever it is, it may be out for other killers in the area… but why now? Oliver felt a lump in his stomach. He scurried up the stairs and ran into his bathroom. He looked in the mirror, panting. Oliver's orbs gave a light blue glow in the dark bathroom, illuminating the glass. Oliver began to back out into his bedroom, but noticed a glimmering purple light radiating from the tub faucet. Ohshitohshitohshit… He knocked his head onto the door frame and, with a small yelp, fell to the ground. Nonononononono… I didn't open the portal! How did it open? Last time they came, nothing serious happened, but a violet portal… Oh bollocks, I don't know what that means! Oliver shakily stood up and locked the door to the bathroom. He then shoved his bookcase in front of it. He undressed and slipped into his pajamas, and then collapsed onto the bed. He curled up into a tight ball.
It'll all be over soon, I hope…
A/N: There we go, chapter 2! I hope I left enough suspense to make you, dear reader, wait until i update next Tuesday! Or the following Tuesday! Also, don't forget to review!
Here's the translation for that French François said: Mattheu, vérifier les Nouvelles Sous-sol.= Mattheu, check the Underground News.
