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And here's chapter two. A bit of Bryan/Hiro in this, but only a teasing hint. Ah, Hiro is so much fun to mess around with, especially uke X3 Miguel is in this chapter too! Yay! I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 2
Finding the blonde-haired Spaniard is proving a little bit harder than Hiro first thought. He can't seem to find him anywhere, and a part of him is starting to suspect that maybe Kai tipped him off, warning him that he is on a rampage to find the truth. Not that he believes the Spaniard is capable of doing something like this, he's just curious about his assumption on his and Kai's relationship.
There must be something about the blonde if he can make Kai blush and appear unhinged like he did in his bedroom this morning.
He is currently stalking the streets, searching for anyone on his list of suspects; Johnny, Ray and Bryan.
Pinning Bryan down won't be easy; he can surprisingly talk himself out of a lot of situations. It also helps that he leaves you flailing so bad that no coherent words are possible and he takes off, evil laughter ringing out behind him.
Suddenly, Hiro is aware of a presence behind him, someone literally breathing down his neck. Before he has a change to spin around and deliver a swift uppercut to the jaw for being so close to his personal space, a pair of arms encircles him, one wrapping around his midsection, and the hand of the other clasping over his mouth to prevent him from making a noise.
Hiro's heart almost leaps into his throat when he feels a hard body pressing against his back, his eyes widening a little with a sense of fear. Yet, he isn't terrified, as the body behind him feels familiar. In fact, a sense of desire races through his body when a large hand rests on his hip, fingers lacing themselves in the loops of his pants.
"I thought you said no one could sneak up on you?" An irritatingly familiar voice sniggers into his ear, his hot breath cascading down his throat, causing Hiro to shiver...from disgust, of course. He would never find Bryan's presence pleasurable in anyway.
"I'll let go if you promise not to scream," Bryan says with a teasing tone to his voice. "Don't want people to think you're being harassed, do we?"
Oh, Hiro plans on screaming, alright, in absolute bloody anger! And what's wrong with creating a scene? With a brother like Tyson and a team like Grev, he's used to causing disruption in the middle of the streets and can now ignore all stares he receives because of it.
As if reading his thoughts, Bryan sniggers again before removing his hand from Hiro's mouth and springing back, missing a right elbow jab from the flustered coach by the skin of his teeth. He slinks back, out of arms reach and slips his hands into his pocket as he slouches his lanky frame into a more casual posture, seemingly carefree.
"Bryan, get back here!" Hiro snarls with a demanding tone, pointing to the ground in front of him, his eyes narrowing in a no nonsense manner. "I have a question for you!"
Hiro might not have any proof that Bryan is the one who raided his room, but he doesn't need any evidence other than that all knowing, irritatingly mischievous smirk that adorn his lips to tell him that Bryan had been up to something.
"A question?" Bryan repeats as he tilts his head to the side in query, before the smirk on his lips grows more wicked and he straightens his posture. Hiro stills, wondering what's going on in that cunning head of his. He presses his lips together, unconsciously bracing himself for some sort of witty remark from the Russian.
No matter what he says, Bryan always, always takes his words out of context and twist them into something deluded, immature or slightly sexual.
Bloody pervert.
"Oh, you mean left hand, third finger kind of question?" Bryan asks as he flashes him a grin that holds a teasing edge to it. "I'm flattered, but shouldn't I be the one asking you that question? I'm the man after all."
With his brow furrowing and his head tilting to the side in a deep haze of confusion, Hiro finds himself unable to answer that, for he has no idea what Bryan is talking about. Left hand? Third finger? What...?
He is unable to question the silver-haired Russian further, though, as he is nowhere in sight, seemingly using the confusion he placed on Hiro to his advantage and took off. He's always doing stuff like that, says something totally out of the blue and then slips away while the recipient of his remarks sits in a thick haze confusion, wondering if they were somehow insulted in some way.
That is exactly how Hiro feels right now. He doesn't quite understand his remarks, but he knows that he was insulted in some form or another. He can take insults as well as he can dish them out, what he doesn't like it taking a few minutes to realize he was insulted and is now unable to return the favour!
That is another thing that annoys him about Bryan. So far, he is the only person in his life who can dish out witty retorts that take a minute or two for him to figure out and by the time he does figure it out, the moment to give him a scathing retort has well passed. It utterly infuriates him!
And it seems Bryan is one step ahead of him...again!
Suddenly, it dawns on Hiro. Left hand and third finger usually indicates to the ring finger, as in when someone gets engaged, they put a ring on the third finger on the left hand.
He splutters for a moment, his face twisting into a look of embarrassment and disgust when he realizes that Bryan inferred that he was asking him a question on marriage. His humiliation grows when he remembers Bryan calling himself the man, saying he should be asking that question.
Bryan just referred to him as a girl...
That bastard!
With a growl emitting from his throat, Hiro wants nothing more than to hunt Bryan down and give him a right earful; expletives and all.
As he tries to decide which direction the Russian went, Hiro's gaze collides that with the image of a certain wild haired Spaniard, walking down the opposite side of the street, a smile brightening his face, seemingly in a good mood.
Taking a few deep breaths; Hiro argues with himself that he is in no state to confront Bryan at this point in time. Marching up to the mischievous Russian and threatening him with a world of pain will only make him laugh so hard he'd probably cry. No, he has to be cool and calm the next time he meets Bryan.
"Miguel!" he calls out and crosses the street behind the blonde. "A word if I could?"
A look of surprise flitters across Miguel's face as he turns around to face him, no doubt wondering why the one and only Hiro Granger wishes to speak with him. "Yeah?"
Hiro quickly approaches him, trying his best to quell the inner anger that is still stinging from his previous encounter with Bryan. "Was Kai with you yesterday?"
Again, surprise appears on his face and Miguel raises an eyebrow at the question. "Why do you want to know?"
With a weary sigh, Hiro relays to him the same information he relayed to Kai just this morning, trying his best to keep his frustration out of his voice. He doesn't know Miguel that well; he could be docile, or he could be way protective of Kai and not appreciate the accusing tone in his voice regarding the enigma.
Although, he really did try not to seem like he had accuse Kai of any wrong doing, Miguel has this suspicious look on his face that has a tinge of annoyance to it. Once again, annoyance flares up and Hiro presses his lips into a thin line. Bryan really leaves him frazzled, doesn't he?
He really needs to do something about that Russian...
"I'm just trying to cover all angles at the moment," he finishes off.
"Yes, Kai was with me all day and night yesterday," Miguel says after a moment of contemplative silence.
Hiro's raises an eyebrow at the admission, his curiosity once again peaking. "Do you mind me asking what the two of you were doing?"
A small smile appears on Miguel's lips, seemingly recalling what he and Kai really got up to, yet seems unwilling to share any of the information. "Oh, the usual," he says with a shrug, trying to look casually.
Too bad Hiro isn't buying it.
"And what do you and Kai class as the usual?"
Miguel gives him this what's it to you? look, even more reluctant to say anymore. However, after a moment with Hiro still looking at him with an amusingly suspicious gaze, he gives a sigh of defeat and eyes Hiro with a look of slight irritation.
"Look, I'm sick on the innuendo in your face," he says as he folds his arms over his chest, his blue eyes narrowing ever so slightly. "Kai and I are dating; we have been for a year now. Are you happy now?"
A year?
"I'm surprised more than anything," Hiro replies, the admission stunning him for a moment.
How in the world did Kai manage to hide his relationship with Miguel from him for an entire year? Sure, they're not that close, but he should have seen or notice something!
"Don't feel bad," Miguel says suddenly, as if he somehow read his thoughts. "You're not the only one who's oblivious to our relationship."
That does make Hiro feel a little bit better, but he's still in a state of bewilderment at how he had no idea until Kai slipped up this morning. But now that he thinks about it; it should have been obvious! The phone calls, the friendly chats, the constant walking side by side and playful banter. The evidence and clues were all there.
He feels like such an idiot!
"Oh, and one more thing," Miguel says with a cheerful voice, snapping Hiro out of his inner musings. "If you tease Kai and make him feel uneasy in any way, I won't hesitate to sic Dark Gargoyle on your ass, am I making myself clear?"
Hiro feels a trickle of sweat slip from his temple, down to his cheek at how cheerful Miguel sounds, yet his voice holds a sense of danger to it and he finds himself nodding. "Er, sure."
Ok, now it's clear that Miguel is the seme in this relationship; a protective one at that. Better not cross him in the future.
"Good," Miguel says as he flashes him a smile before he turns his back to him and waves over his shoulder, set to go about his way once again. "See ya later. I hope you find who you're looking for."
"Wait!" Hiro calls before the blonde has a chance to take a step, forcing him to look over his shoulder, his eyebrow reaching towards his hairline. "You don't have any idea who could be stealing these things?"
"Hmm," Miguel ponders this for a moment. "My best bet would be Bryan."
"Bryan?" Ah, once again the silver-haired teen has been named as a possible suspect. Looks like he's not the only one who's constantly suspicious of Bryan.
"Yeah, he's always stealing stuff," Miguel says with an oddly fond smile on his face, the same one that Kai wore just this morning, which causes Hiro to bristle lightly.
Good god, not another person who thinks Bryan isn't a deranged idiot, but someone who is quirky? Of course the blonde would think that, he is, after all, dating Kai, whose friends with the self diagnosed kleptomaniac!
"Hasn't been caught yet, though," Miguel continues, seemingly unaware of Hiro's inner ranting. "So, if it is him stealing your stuff, you're never going to catch him."
That sounds like a challenge to Hiro.
"We'll see about that," he mutters tersely.
X3 Kleptomaniac is someone with the obsessive desire to steal, just in case anyone was wondering.
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