Hi everyone! Thanks Justice237 for the lovely review ^_^ and thanks to everyone for the follows so far! I hope you all have a lovely day/night wherever you all are! Warning: Story contains, boyxboy, scenes of violence, character death, mentions of past abuse, swearing and... well, you kinda get the point. Short chapter I know, but I wanted to get a few introduction chapters out of the way, before the real fun started =)
Ryan gritted his teeth as he scoured through the backpack and suitcase next to Sirena's bed. His eyes glared at every bit of fabric shirt or jacket. Every stupid pair of leather or otherwise black denim skinny jeans that he came across. They had no labels! They had nothing inside! The only indication he could take from them were that they were a similar size to his own, but just more slender fitted!
He had been doing this for almost half an hour now! At least! Since the moment that the new boy had vanished out the sight of the drive. He had been going through the bag, growing angry after what he had thought to himself and the boy had said. Wore a broken mask?! Ryan was the best at this game! He never wore a broken mask! He came to the game to win! Each and every single time he would win!
But other than stupid clothes, and god knows there were enough of them in there! Ryan couldn't find anything else in the bag! No posters of this new kid's favorite bands! No indication of a wallet or left behind phone. The one that the boy seemingly had taken was, his only one apparently. So no spare one?
Ryan grinned slightly through his continued frustration.
At least that was something.
That made it a hell of a lot easier already to be able to find some information. He just had to start planning to get it somehow from the boy without him noticing. Sirena had only one phone? That meant there wasn't a chance for him to hide anything. First lesson that Ryan had learnt in his early days was to always have his back covered encase people came snooping. Leave them a false trail, that way, while they were too busy then heading down the wrong path, it gave the person plenty of a chance then to make sure what they truly were trying to keep hidden, safe.
"A rookie mistake." He muttered.
He snarled though when he could find absolutely nothing else! No little trinkets which the boy may otherwise want to keep hidden! No watch! No ring, no pictures! No photos! Nothing to link him to anything else! Nothing but the clothes on his back, which Ryan wouldn't wear, not for no amount of money! Who the hell was this kid! Who doesn't keep stuff like that around! Everyone had something linking them to where they came from. So why the hell didn't this kid!
Why didn't he-
"What would be a rookie mistake."
Ryan snapped his head around to the doorway and had to keep his face absolutely calm and still, then focus on making sure that his heart beat didn't explode into a frantic pace.
Mike was stood there, with both arms crossed as he was lent against the doorway. One eyebrow was raised expectantly as his stern gaze locked onto Ryan, looking the boy over with a fixated point of disappointment. He had swapped out his suit for a more casual, turquoise collared t-shirt and a comfortable pair of jeans. His black framed glasses had slid to the end of his nose, allowing him to look over the top of the frames as he let out a small sigh. "Ryan-"
"Well-" The brunette raised his hands, putting on a picture perfect smile of innocence onto his pale face. His orbs sparking with his false misunderstanding of Mike's look. "For one, looking at me like that, as though I've done something wrong!" Ryan objected, adjusting his shirt and jacket before slowly pulling his hands back from the bag and the pile of clothes, that he had been shoving back in, exactly as he had found them. "Looking at me as though I have done something wrong, would be one."
"Ryan." Mike said in an exasperated tone of warning.
"I was only just doing what you had gone and told me to do!" He object, looking the picture perfect of hurt. "You told me to help the new kid-"
"By showing him around and trying to help his confidence with moving into his new home-"
Help with his confidence? Ryan sneered in his thoughts, fighting the urge to curl his lip snidely with a mocking snort. The boy doesn't need any help at all with that!
That's when Ryan watched a flash, the fastest glimpse of black against the corridor, just as outside, something flashed and caught the sight of his vision, like the glare of light off a mirror, making him flinch slightly.
Ryan blinked, for a second, frowning on the inside as he focused his sight behind Mike. No... it's just his shadow. He thought, but for a moment, he could have sworn that it had looked like another shadow, instead of just the passing of the car outside.
He tried not to grit his teeth as for a moment his mind reeled the possibility of a car outside, driving by so fast, would be able to have caused such a direct gaze and burst of sunlight into his eyes.
That probability just didn't add up too far in his esteem.
"He asked me to help him unpack. I was just helping him, until you came knocking!"
"Then why were you putting his stuff back into the bag?" Mike shot back.
"What am I supposed to do when you come in looking like that?" Ryan questioned.
"Well where is Sirena then?"
"Having a shower. He said he wanted to clean himself up after the journey here."
"That's funny because the last I checked, as I walked past, he wasn't in there-"
"Oh... well- you see then-"
Both paused as a loud knocking came on the door.
Ryan's jaw dropped open as in the doorway, there stood the pale and silver haired blond without any shame, hair slicked back and still dripping as his porcelain skin was beaded with the still misty steam of hot water in the slightly cold air. The boy was stood with his arms pulled around himself, only turning his face to look slightly embarrassed and ashamed as Mike turned a glance around and noticed Sirena there with only a white cotton towel wrapped around his waist. "R-Ryan, I thought you said that you were going to bring those clothes I asked to the bathroom? I'm sorry if I didn't hear you right."
Mike turned to look at Ryan his eyes wide with guilt suddenly.
Sirena only shot a pointed look, only letting it blink out of existence and bringing back the complete softness of his eyes when Mike turned his head to look back at the silver blond boy, and almost stand like a human shield behind him, from anyone else who may have been wondering through the corridors at all.
"Well sorry, you see I was just about to bring them, but I couldn't find the right ones you asked me for. Then just as I got the ones you asked for, I couldn't find those pink boxers. Like the ones you asked for."
Mike turned his head away, trying not to let his jaw fall open at the open detail Ryan was saying so casually.
The brunette smirked every time Mike glanced away from his gaze.
"Oh, sorry, they're just at the bottom of the pile, next to the leather jeans and studded belt, with matching collar, you know, like the choker style necklace, you know the one you said that you liked and I said you could have for helping me? You know. In the spot I said normally where I keep my phone." Sirena said gently.
Now it was Ryan's turn to nearly stop his jaw smashing off the floor, his eyes widening with disbelief as Sirena's brow slowly sneaked closer together, his eyes glistening in their harsh ice blue as Mike stared at Ryan, shocked by Sirena's flowing manipulative voice. But the man was completely surprised, believing Sirena's soft innocence, the look in the mask face that he held, so much so that he would believe Ryan may have a strange want to wear choker necklaces? Or anything like that?!
He knew I'd go for the phone. Ryan thought with absolute disbelief.
"Uh M-Mike? I-Is it okay if I get changed now? I don't want the others to-"
"O-Oh! Sure, absolutely, go on ahead." The man stammered, still caught by the lie that Ryan had an interest in jewelry.
"Thanks again Ryan." Sirena smiled so sweetly with a beautifully acted mask, so much so that it was so more human than any emotion that could be acted. "I really owe you one." The purr lost it's edge as the words took on a tone that only someone else who would have known this kid to have been acting, would have picked up on.
The ice cold words laced with a sweet and false caring tone.
Ryan just smiled back at the boy as Sirena, kept his arms around himself, taking a step into the room as Mike was closing the door.
"Maybe I can teach you all about fashion, and man make up, like you had asked me when you saw my set-"
Mike's eyes widened even further, just as he stammered like a fish and Sirena's foot casually sneaked out, curling around his leg and pushed the door the last few inches close.
The boy's sweet smile being replaced with a vicious cold smirk and shinning, sparkling, ice glistening eyes that caught and went even brighter in the light of the room.
His arms went from being protective over his own body to folding slightly just beneath his chest as he flashed a pearly grin. His pose lent back and knowing as he reached up one hand, brushing out a few loose droplets of water before looking back into the depths of Ryan's eyes. "A broken mask and butter fingers?" Sirena chuckled coldly, slowly taking a few steps forward, slowly curling his finger around one loose silver lock of his fringe. "Honestly Rye-Rye? Poor form."
"Do not call me, Rye-Rye." The brunette snarled, glaring viciously as he squared himself up to the other boy, looking down slightly at him as Sirena tilted his head back.
His fingers trailed over to a nearby table where Ryan had set up a game of chess, more symbolic than actually meant to play. But now Sirena's fingers danced over the pure white wooden pieces. His fingers glittering in their pale shade over the pure white as those ice cold eyes glittered with unspoken words. Even with Ryan's cold glare burning down on him, Sirena held his own stance.
His fingers moving across the white pawn piece before Ryan gripped onto it and moved it forward slowly across the board to position F4. "Listen kid, I think we're both playing two different games here. I play the game where I win."
"Funny." Sirena purred softly, keeping his eyes dead locked with Ryan's as he moved the black piece forward, two spaces in front of his Queen.
Ryan rose an eyebrow and glared as he became distracted when Sirena took a step back slightly, glancing down to his nails as though to spot an imperfection where there wasn't.
"I didn't know that anyone else played games to win." Sirena said gently, turning his confident gaze back up slowly as Ryan moved a piece across the board.
But before he could set the piece, he frowned, glaring back down to Sirena. "Where did you go."
"Huh, I didn't know that you cared, Ryan?" Sirena grinned, making the brunette slam the piece down to G4, two pawns in line now making a barrier.
The boy's face became deadly serious for a moment. All pretense of joking around was completely gone. The soft look and teasing tone of his voice which had been there before, the innocent whisper which had been there in front of Mike.
Ryan grinned from ear to ear, thinking that he finally had caught the boy off guard. That he finally stumped the confident boy. Maybe put a dent in that act and a crack in the boy's mask. This was this game. He played it to win. No one else! Him! Always him! He always won! No one beat him!
The grin glistened with true malice.
For the split of a second anyway, then it completely vanished like Sirena's serious look, which had been replaced with a glowing look of victory.
No... no way. Ryan shook his head, watching that soft and half eyed look explode back across Sirena's face as though it had never at all vanished. He leaned closer slowly, showing Ryan the dark pits of his eyes, past the exceedingly bright disguise which the light showed in their cold blue, azure tones. "Well Rye-Rye." Sirena whispered so softly that it was almost lost on the sound of the breeze coming out the window. "I've been playing the game nearly as long as I can remember."
He glanced down a the board and patted Ryan on the back as he moved towards his bag. Grinning as he pulled his phone and head phones out from against his waist, where the toned line of his hipbones were showing. "Next time then you get yourself stuck in a situation, be careful. You should leave it to those of us who actually know how, to play the game." Sirena said.
Ryan however was staring down at the board in complete disbelief as Sirena pulled on a pair of pink and black trimmed boxers, before gracefully sliding his legs into a pair of skinny jeans and a white sleeveless shirt, the front font of it was sparkled and glistened in the light like diamonds, not unlike how Sirena's eyes glistened like ice.
"After all." He shrugged, shaking his spiked of hair out, and pulling a brush out his bag as he began to style it, walking towards the door as he plucked a black tie fresh from the pile of clothes, pulling out the spiked stud belt and choker, spike stud collar, before placing both in their place. "I may not be around next time you, step out of your league." Sirena smirked, open the door and beginning to walk down the corridor.
Only to stop and poke his head back around the doorway and smile sweetly. "Oh and by the way? That's checkmate Rye-Rye. See you at dinner." He smirked, walking away.
Had he only seen the look of pure unadulterated rage explode across Ryan's face, but managed to catch the sound of the boy screaming out in frustration as the chess board was lobbed out the doorway and smashed into the wall where Sirena's head had been but a few seconds before.
This isn't checkmate! Ryan's thoughts screamed as the boy seethed. Eyes fixated and glaring at the spot on the wall. THIS GAME HAS ONLY JUST BEGUN!