Rule 2: If They Wear an Eyepatch, They're a Pirate

Akio's POV:

I look around to gather my surroundings, trying to make sense of where I am. The world is simply a pallette of blues, greens, and purples. It's hard to tell which way is up and which way is down, but I manage to get on my feet (At least, I think I'm on my feet).

'I wonder if anyone is here?' I think to myself.

"I'm here, if that's what you mean," says a somewhat deep voice from behind me.

I quickly turn around, my black hair getting in the way of my sight, but not so much that I can't see the man who spoke to me. He has the grayest hair and eyes I've ever seen on a human being, and the pale skin you would see on a porcelain doll. He wears a black tank top, with black, detached sleeves. Black dress pants and a purple handkercheif tucked into his shirt finish off his outfit.

"Well, aren't you going to say something?" the man says.

I frown. 'I would if I could...' I think to myself.

The man frowns as well.

"'You would if you could?' What is that supposed to mean?" he asks.

My eyes widen. How can he hear me? I can't talk! I'm mute!

The man's face softens.

"Mute, huh? Never met a mute person before..." the man mutters before introducing himself. "I am Nightmare Gottschalk. May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?"

I shrug. He knows I can't talk, so why bother asking?

Nightmare sighs at this. "I'm an incubus, my dear boy. I can read minds."

I frown again. 'Reading my mind? Isn't that a bit rude?'

"It's in my nature, I can't help it," he says cheerfully. "But, back to my original question. What's your name?"

'Akio' I think quietly.

"Akio?" he asks, making sure he got it right. I nod. "That's a very nice name."

I let a small smile come to my features. Nightmare seemingly glides closer, when I notice something.

'He's got an eyepatch! He must be a pirate!' I think happily.

Nightmare frowns at this. "I'm not a pirate, I'm an incubus," he says stubbornly.

'But you're wearing an eyepatch.' I think with a smirk.

"What does that have to do with anything?" he asks.

'You wear an eyepatch. Pirates wear eyepatches. Hence, you are a pirate.'

He glares at me.

"Now Akio," Nightmare says chidingly. "It isn't very nice to make accusations like that."

I shrug. 'Too fucking bad. Sucks to be you, Mr. Pirate.'

Nightmare keeps his lone eye trained on me for a minute before sighing.

"Fine, call me a pirate if you wish. There's something more important to speak about anyway."

I stare at him, unsure of what could possibly be more important then deciding whether he's a pirate or not.

"You see, everyone you meet from now on is going to fall in love with you."

I lift an eyebrow at him. 'Oh really?'

"Yes really," Nightmare says, making me wonder about something.

'Does that include you?' I think curiously.

Nightmare nods. I can tell from his face he's wondering where I'm going with this.

'So you aren't just a pirate, but you're a gay pirate?'

Nightmare simply facepalms.