We Live For You

Chapter Two

By KellyQ

The train station was crowded. People milled about as Toby and Zeo maneuvered around the mob, keeping a careful watch out for Masamune ...

Zeo looked at the picture. Masamune had spiked hair around his head like thick pieces of chipped wood, and a red thick strand of highlight hung down his forehead. His brown eyes held a lot of mischief and life.

Toby's voice snapped Zeo out of his memory when Toby started to call out of their new friend. Zeo looked down again and back up after he followed his secret boyfriend. Masamune wore a green-hooded short sleeve sweater over his orange shirt and tan shorts that went to his knees. He wasn't alone. Beside him was a teen his age. Zeo had to admit he was cute. He had thick red hair that stood up due to his blue headband that wrapped around his forehead. His dark-golden-brown eyes held confidence, kindness, and faithfulness-including a white Band-Aid visible on the bridge of his nose.

The outfit he wore was white, blue, and orange. A white scarf around his neck, a blue short vest over his orange shirt and black pants. His tennis shoes were the same color as his shirt.

"Hey, guys!" Masamune greeted, "this is my good friend Ginga! He decided to come with me ... but don't worry, he's only going to stay the night and leave in the morning."

"Does Coach Steel know this?" Toby asked.

Ginga and Masamune nodded their heads. "If you guys don't mind," Ginga spoke up. "The next train doesn't leave until tomorrow anyways. Besides, I wanted to check out the new club Masamune will join."

The Dungeon Club looked like a run-down gym. The sign was painted white, blue, yellow, and orange. The rest of the building was painted brown. The four walked in. Ginga glanced around, and the first thing he noticed was the floor was made out of pine, and the temperature in the room, warm.

The size of the interior was big enough for one Ping-Pong table, a pool table and a red couch made out of naugahyde.

"This place is cool!" Masamune commented in awe. He liked the energy coming from all the kids.

"A little different from what you're used to, but I think you're going to be fine," Ginga reassured, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

One-by-one all the kids paused at what they were doing to see who was at the door. One of the kids took one glance at Ginga.

"Is that..."

"It is! It's Ginga from Gin Gin Galaxy Club!"

Most of the kids crowded around and started to ask him questions. The inquiries came out in such rapid succession, Ginga couldn't get all of them. He just stood there, scratching the back of his head feeling a little uncomfortable with all the attention he was getting.

"What's with the squawking?" came a voice that Toby and Zeo recognized.

The rest of the kids turned to see Coach Steel walking up. He was a bald dark-skinned man with broad shoulders and well-shaped body. He wore a white tee-shirt and dark-brown pants.

Ginga sighed, letting his body relax when the others stopped giving him attention.

The rest of the day Ginga hung out at the Dungeon Club, participating with most of the activities, but he spent most of it challenging everyone to Ping-Pong.

Coach Steel chuckled after an hour of letting Ginga the others play. "How about we take a break and have lunch!" Just as he said that, rumbling stomachs could be heard. "After lunch, we'll head to the park, yes?"

"The park? I love the park!" Toby and Masamune chimed in at the same time. Ginga and Zeo along the others voiced that was a good idea.

Coach Steel laughed wholeheartedly. "Okay! The park it is!"

Everyone 'whooped' and cheered, as they eagerly bustling to get their lunch and eat. As they ate, Ginga walked outside, away from the noise to call his father and his boyfriend, Kyoya. He pulled out his cell phone and put his headphone to his ears. He was about to call his father fist when he realized he got a few text messages form Kyoya.

Ginga shook his head knowing that his boyfriend was probably having a hissy fit for not telling him that he made it to the Dungeon Club safely. He was snapped out of this thought when the screen lit up and Kyoya's name appeared.

Ginga smiled and pressed a button on his phone, as he put it to his ear. "Hi, Kyoya!"

"Where are you?" Kyoya snapped.

Yep! Defiantly having a hissy fit. "I'm all right," Ginga reassured, trying to keep his amusement out of his voice, "I'm at the club right now."

"And…?"

"Oh! It's cool! It's a little run-down, but the guy who runs it is nice! He allowed me to play Ping-Pong with the other kids and I whooped their butts!"

"Are you staying at Toby's?" Kyoya asked, changing the topic.

Ginga nodded his head. "Don't worry. I'm going to be okay. I'll call you later if you want."

There was a short pause before Kyoya spoke again, this time it was softer. "I love you."

"Love you too," Ginga responded. He shook his head again and put his cell in his back pocket.

To Be Continued …