KRISTOPH
His frail body, his smooth skin, his chocolate eyes… Kristoph wanted it all. He wanted to crush him. Not only this was for his own satisfaction, but he also wanted to teach his apprentice a 'lesson'.
He flipped out his phone and dialed, remembering Apollo's cell number.
Riiiing…
Riii— "Hello?"
He chuckled, hearing Apollo's voice again made him feel alive while certain thoughts ran through his head. "Hello there Mr. Justice, how're you doing today?" He could almost sense the boy's fear.
"Mr. G-Gavin…?" Apollo squeaked.
"Yes? I was wondering if you'd like to have dinner with me tonight… But if you don't want to I could always visit your dearest sister." He paused; his voice was now cold, "Meet me at Tres Bien in 25 minutes." –click
The boy had no back bone and that was just a quality that made him love the brunette even more. So weak and vulnerable. He decided on Tres Bien because no one ever went there.
There was that terrifying chef… and the terrible food.
Trucy skipped back to the brunette and tilted her head, "What's wrong Polly?" His body was tense, holding onto his cell phone like it was his life support. "Who called?" Trucy flailed in front of Apollo, trying to get his attention and get her curiosity satisfied. She finally huffed and poked his belly- his known sensitive spot. "G-Gahh…!" Apollo jumped, almost falling on his ass.
Apollo blinked his mind panicking for a false explanation. "That was your father." He took in a deep breath and Trucy raised a brow under suspicion. "He said he wants you at the Agency right now for uh…" He looked around, begging for a sign for a good white lie. "Surprise."
Trucy placed a finger on her bottom lip, "But why didn't Daddy ask for me?" Apollo rubbed the back of his neck, "My phone died, now hurry up, I'm just going to finish up here okay?" The magician pouted before running off.
Apollo stood at the same spot for around 10 minutes before snapping back to reality. He ditched the cart and ran out, he had to meet Kristoph in less than 15 minutes. He slowed down a few streets away before checking his phone again. He had about 8 more minutes.
Apollo's eyes started to swell, old and new feelings started to rise into his chest. Fear and the guilt of betraying his mentor.
He was now dragging his feet, making it seem like the longest trip in his life. He finally stood infront of the restaurant surrounded by frills and flowers. Apollo forced himself to walk into the building.
Blue eyes oh so sweet…
It would just be too easy ….
His eyes where fake.
The brunette's body started to shake meeting with his ex-mentor. Tea was already perfectly placed for the both of them. His long black hair made him look like the devil himself.
His colours where fake.
Kristoph started at Apollo with a big smile on his face. Apollo finally sat himself down in front of the other, staring down at the table. "Drink."
At this point, Apollo didn't care what he was told to do. What it poisoned? He didn't care. He played with the rim of the cup before pouring down that disgusting tea down his throat. Kristoph's smile grew, "How does it taste Justice?" He asked, though it was more of a demand.
"Funny…" The younger man could feel a migraine coming, suddenly holding his head in his hands. It didn't madder what happened as long as he was the only one being hurt. "Bastard…" Apollo mumbled, not knowing where the hell that came from.
Kristoph Gavin did not approve.
Kristoph suddenly reached out to take a firm hold of the back of Apollo's head and pulled down.
Hard.
"Ich werde Sie Schraube."
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.
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"…Ich Mord Getreide…!"