Things start to get a little interesting now. I hope you enjoy! Thanks for reviewing!
A fortnight has passed and no sign of Voltaire. Which was good and bad. Good because he hasn't tried anything against Kai yet and that he was safe. Bad because he hasn't been arrested and Kai isn't out of the woods yet.
The fortnight came and went rather quickly, but there were moments when time seemed to stop still. Every night since Kai was welcomed into this apartment with Hiro he has had nightmares involving Voltaire killing Hiro or just memories from the past. And each time Hiro would wake him up and just hold him close, giving him comfort and protection, wanting nothing in return.
There was once a time that Kai thought that Hiro wanted something from him, but for the life of him he can't figure out why. He isn't quite use to people giving him kindness or helping him and asking for nothing in return.
Hiro was a kind and patient person. Whenever Kai needed comfort, he was there. But there were times where Kai longed for more than comfort, taking all his will power not to lean over and kiss him.
It was a feeling he had never felt before. A feeling that frightens him.
He wanted so badly to feel Hiro's lips against his, and the feel of his skin. He has spent many a moment wandering how soft or taut Hiro's warm tanned skin will be. His heart would ache each time Hiro would release his embrace on him and walk away. He wanted so much for Hiro to pull him into his arms and kiss him, kiss all his worries away.
Kai shook his head and looked out the kitchen window, turning his gaze away from the vegetables that he was preparing for tonight's dinner. The sky was a light gray as rain fell from the heavens. It has been raining for three days straight now.
Days like today would only remain Kai about Voltaire and his need for revenge against him even more.
Kai shuddered and turned his attention back to getting dinner ready for the both of them. I hope Hiro likes sweet chilli chicken stirfry. He thought to himself.
Hiro walked out of the lounge room, running a hand through his hair. He walked past the kitchen to see Kai standing at the counter expertly cutting some vegetables. He could see his slim silhouette being bathed by light gray light from the kitchen window. The light reflected off of his lavender hair, making it look like a halo.
Hiro quickly shook his head and made a quick retreat, fearing that he might not be able to control himself any longer. The overwhelming feeling to march into the kitchen, pulled the fragile young man into his arms and kiss him senseless was unbearable. And growing more so as each day passes.
Each night he spent comforting the teen was torture as he wanted nothing more than to lay him down onto the bed and ravish him until to wee hours of the morning, and then some.
He was a young adult for crying out loud. And living with an exotic, beautiful 17 year old who had the maturity off someone twice his age, wasn't helping matters. And to make things worst, they are sharing the same bed!
The only reason why he hasn't given into his manly urges was that he would be taken advantage of Kai in his weaken state. The young man wants comfort, to feel safe and protected. Not to be taken on the brink of ecstasy, time and time again.
Damn Voltaire, always ruining everything.
Shaking his head again Hiro risked another glance into the kitchen. Kai went to grab a bowl of something but end up knocking a wooden spoon onto the ground. Frowning, Kai put the bowl back down and bent over to get the spoon. He squatted down and that was when Hiro realized that Kai was wearing a pair of thigh high shorts that happen to have this unique ability to ride up whenever he kneels down, exposing his firm, trim thighs, and in doing so would amplify to attractiveness of his round, perky little butt.
Hiro cursed and made a dash into the bedroom, grabbing a few tissues to wipe the blood from his nose.
I don't know how much more I can take. He thought to himself.
Kai was certainly a feisty and attractive young male. Since staying here he has turned somewhat back to normal, although a little bit edgy, jumping at the smallest sounds. One thing that Hiro was grateful for was that the bright ruby red eyes were back, looking as stunning as ever.
Hiro heard somewhere that rubies can be used to predict the future. When something disastrous was about to happen the ruby would become dark and dull, just like Kai's eyes when he realizes something is wrong.
He certainly was a one of a kind, that's for sure.
"Hiro?" Came the voice he was just thinking about.
Hiro turned around as Kai walked into the bedroom, eyeing the bloody tissues. "Yes?"
"Are you alright?"
"Oh, yeah, fine," Hiro said, trying to remain casual. "Just a nose bleed."
Kai tilted his head to the side, looking adorable, so adorable in fact that Hiro had to clench his fist by his sides in an attempt not to reached out for him.
"Dinner's ready, if you're hungry." Kai said finally, unaware of his influence on the young adult before him.
I didn't realize that Hiro was prone to nose bleeds. Kai thought to himself as he turned and walked out of the bedroom.
… … … … …
Kai rolled up the sleeves of his jumper and began filling the kitchen sink full of water. It was his turn to do the dishes tonight, not that he really minded, it gave him time to think while doing something productive.
As of late his mind keep wandering to Hiro. His cheeks instantly became warm as thoughts of Hiro, his strong protective arms, his warm taut chest, his soft understanding eyes, the way his lips would curl up into a smile, entered his mind.
He was glad that the kitchen sink was situated under the window with his back turned away from anyone walking in on him. It would have been a sight to see. Kai standing over the kitchen sink a dark blush marring his cheeks.
He feels like a young boy, experiencing his first crush. Not that it was far from the truth or anything. He can't remember ever feeling like this before. Was it a crush? Lust? Or love? Or some other phase he was going through?
He looked outside at the darken sky, a sudden feeling of uneasiness settled in his stomach. He frown and narrowed his eyes, squinting out into the darkness. Suddenly he noticed a dark figure from the corner of his eye. He immediately turned his full gaze in that direction but then hissed when he felt a searing pain run through his hand.
Cursing, he quickly removed his hand from the soapy water and noticed a gash in the middle of his palm. Blood began to flow freely.
"Kai?" Hiro walked into the kitchen after hearing a few curses. His gaze immediately fell on Kai clutching his hand and looking for something to wrap it up in. "What happened?" He asked as he reached Kai's side in at least two strides.
"I just cut my hand, that's all." Kai replied, wincing.
Hiro carefully uncurled Kai's hand and grimaced at the amount of blood. He grabbed a clean tea towel and wrapped it around his hand. "Grasp onto this until I can get the first aid kit. You should sit in the lounge room."
Kai nodded and headed into the lounge room as Hiro headed towards the bathroom. He felt a sudden chill and weary glanced around, the feeling of dread increasing.
Clutching his hand to his chest, he took deep breathes, mentally telling himself that he was just being paranoid. There was nothing to be afraid of, Hiro promised that nothing would happen.
He stepped into the darken lounge room, fighting the urge to run in the opposite direction. He went over to switch on the light when a large, wrinkly hand grasped his wrist. He let out a strangled gasp as he was pulled deeper into the room. The hand on his wrist painfully pulled his arm behind his back as the other hand moved to cover his mouth, stopping any attempt to scream.
With his heart pounding in his chest, Kai looked into his attackers face, immediately recognizing the sneer and hateful eyes.
Voltaire! Kai's mind reeled as he started to panic.
"Hello grandson," Voltaire sneered, his tongue rolling over the syllables. "How nice it is to see you again. It's good to see that you're doing well."
Kai could do nothing but stare up at him with fearful eyes, his mind torn between wanting Hiro to come and not wanting him to come in fear that he'll get hurt. He felt tears prick at his eyes as Voltaire continued to look at him as though he was nothing more than a piece of meat.
Suddenly Voltaire was violently pulled off him and was thrown to the ground. Shaken and in shock, Kai slipped down the wall behind him, dazed. Hiro?
"You son of a bitch!" Hiro snarled as he pinned Voltaire to the ground. He raise up his arm and repeated punched Voltaire in the face. "Don't you dare touch him."
Voltaire growled and somehow managed to push Hiro off of him. He scrambled to his feet, spitting blood out of his mouth and onto the floor. "You'll pay for that, you insolent worm," He snarled. "Don't let my age fool you."
Hiro tried to figure out what exactly he meant by that when he received a walking stick to the side of his head. A white searing pain ripped through the side of his head as he hit the ground.
Shit! Hiro thought to himself as he climbed back to his feet. He's stronger than I gave him credit for.
He turned back to Voltaire to see him smirking, he suddenly pulled something out from under his coat and pointed it straight at him. His eyes widen when he realized it was a gun, then a split second later a deafening crack rang out, followed by a red hot searing pain.
Kai watched in horror as Voltaire pointed the gun at Hiro and fired. He watched as Hiro began to fall as if in slow motion, and for the first time in years, Kai screamed.
Just a evil little cliff hanger for you to enjoy!
Hiro: O.o
Kai: -.- At least you got to punch Voltaire, all I did was stand there.
Next chapter: It's Kai Vs Voltaire. Will Hiro live and can Kai save himself? …Someone will die.
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