The mute stood there, frozen; not knowing what to do. The same platinum blonde that was with him earlier on a date came from from behind, "There you are." Bruce and Aubrey with a stern expression looked at the suspicious woman whom they want answers from, "sorry, this is my mute boyfriend. He is looking for a job and since the hotel is fairly new, well you know." Nodding yes to the statement, the scared man that starts from the right upper lip down his throat that's silver dollar in width.
"Then on behalf of three of us, we apologize; we didn't know this man is mute." Aubrey stated, in his gruff voice. Alfred and Bruce stood behind listening and watching every details closely as train detectives do. "As for job hiring goes. No, there is not at the moment. The owner of the building is out on personal matter. Until he returns to start running the hotel, no job hiring will be made without his approval."
Peeking out from in corner the alley were the two young ladies, Elenore and Lenore watched by listening closely. "We understand fully, sir thank you. We will be leave." Barking loudly from inside and a muffled sound outside, Chimichanga finally eased his barking. Turning their backs, the couple left showing a grunted face of anger thinking on how close they were. Now they must resort on another plan.
Elenore, a pale white, thin prostitute face turned bright pink before she stepped forward to see the tall blonde man. Lenore pulled her shoulder back, "What are you doing?" Muffled her friend, "he's with class and us, we are trash. There would be no way he will take interest in people like us." Walking away, the hussy left ahead leaving before her friend.
Elenore quickly ran to Aubrey. The three stopped, turning their heads upon hearing heavy panting, and heels on shoes. "Mister wait, mister," stopping before they returned Polish Paws, "that man with the scar, I've seen him before. His name his Hemoglobin; at lease that is what I heard, and he is bad news." Looking directly only at the blonde whose personality resemble of that of noir movies she has grown to love by watching them in cheap, run down motels where the prostitute had one night stands.
Aubrey couldn't help to notice the long, raven, oily hair, blue eyes, young lady. Dirty, run down, "Um, thank you miss." Reaching into his wallet, the young man offered money for the tip and for well being. Elenore simply turned away, blushing, running back to Lenore.
Standing there if nothing is around him, Bruce place his hand on Aubrey's shoulder, snapping back into reality. Quickly looking behind, the startle man turned around to see it was only Wayne and his butler, "We should get back and tell the rest what happen and what you were told."
While walking back, the inspiring attorney still had Elenore on his mind. Will there be flames in Aubrey's ring of fire?
Back in Japan: Russell finally finished his chores to task his number one foe, (well at lease right now), the dreadful, evil, chopsticks!
"Good to see you are still tackling, Sasayaki-san." Komadori sat down next to the sweaty Russell, "life is about picking one thing above the other." Reading between the lines, the trainee picked up the chopsticks and began eating the noodles. Please to see finally his pupil has master the art. "Don't get too excited, your real test will soon begin; but I have a question for you, why did you come here?"
Twirling and slurping the noodles, Russell's jaded throbbing eyes became melancholy, "Why? Well before the hotel business, my father spent his post war life saving on fear I would become nothing when I am old. All the hurt and lies I've been through while was he working day and night." Placing the bowl down, the young man lean backwards, reflecting on his rollercoster youth. "I want to pay back for my father and to defeat my demons. Be a savior of Peyote; have his memory carry on."
"Dad? Dad, I can't see." A nine year old Russell tugs on his dad's pants leg, struggles to see the cowboy street show, "pick me up, please?" Short for his age, but his energy and big heart makes up for hight. Jared picked up the young eager boy over his shoulders whom was making gun noises to match the gesture of the weapon.
It was high noon, the outlaw vs the sheriff in the battle of Ol' Peyote. Shouting the loudest is the young green eyes, freckle boy, Russell, cheering for the good guy to come on top by shooting the bad guy dead. The excited lad used his hand gesture gun, pretending to shoot him.
The show concluded with a brown ten gallon hat sheriff coming on top with everyone cheered for a performance well done by the actors.
Wanting to be put down, Russell told his father he wanted to see the cowboy. Seeing if there was way, Jared place the eager boy down only to have him dash quickly to the actor that portrayed the sheriff, pushing and shoving others out of the way, "mister, mister! You were awesome and how you shot that bad guy! Bang! That was so cool!"
Hearing the boy's enthusiasm from behind, the tall, average weight actor looked at him with grand delight, "So yer the boy that I heard, and this here is your pa?" Seeing Jared coming from behind, he quickly apologize for if there was any problem that Russell may have cause. Laughing to himself, the sheriff shook his head, "problem? Here? Why not that at all sir. I wish we had more people like him in audience!"
"Mister Sheiff, sir, I wanna be just like you when I grow up! " With his brown hair that looks like the wind got a hold of it. "I wanna beat up the bad guys." The elder man gave his prop hat to the young thin boy whose face lid up once it was place on him. Glee with excitement, Russell jumped up and down happily, "thank you, thank you, thank you so much sir!"
"So, you wanted to be a cowboy? How cute." Azalea came in, interrupting the flashback, "not to be the barrier of bad news, but you are not training to be once." Coiling a sly smirk, the shrine maiden stood above the two men.
Getting up, Kimodori looked directly at cocky African adopted young woman. Russell did too, "then you must of got the wrong message. What I was alluding that I want to be the hero of Peyote and I don't care about the consequences!" Getting frustrated, the upset man spoke in a British accent just like his late father did. "And if even my friends hasn't message me in way to say, 'what's up' or 'how are you' that is fine! Want to know why? Because it will only toughen me up! I may not belong here or even you because we are walking sinners but you know what? When I look up I stand tall, even though I am cursed, a sinner, and afraid that I can do it."
Huffing heavily, Russell was about to leave before Kimodori handed him a wooden 6ft rokushakubō staff, "take this," looking at the seemly average weapon, the demon seeing is hesitate about taking, sensing strong auras coming from it. "It will help you fight your demons and others wicked souls that loom."
Standing back, Azalea watched nervously, palm sweating, feeling her heartbeat beat faster and faster, "Kimodori-sama," yelled shrine maiden, "you can't just give him your rokushakubō. Don't you have to train him to use it? Not just anyone can handle its strong powers that's inside." Looking at the jealous woman, the mater turned away from Russell and Azalea to walk back inside the temple.
A sigh of released escaped from panic lady. Without knowing at first glance, Russell stood in front of Azalea with a scowl face, "Your jealously is greener than my eyes, Azalea," folded his arms, "the fact what you've been yearning for all this time is slipping through your fingers like sad is sickening like cancer and you do not be careful, it will spread your body quicker than you can count to 10." Russell left the shrine maiden baffle as a different side of awoken as he follow forward to his master.
Unknowing to Azalea, Russell heard demons speaking from within the seemly normal wooden Bo staff. "Let us out, we've been sitting here in the darkness for too long. Crying out for you to send us free." Were the eerie, moody voices were heard. Sensing something other being cold, the shrine maiden shivers while watched him walking away.
"Teach me now!" Bellowed the young man, "I know I heard something inside that weapon and not just one either; there were multiple demons in there." Turning around to hear the deepen voice of trainee, Kimodori turned around looking at the 360 degree personality changed.
With his arms folded, the trainer finally is trilled the fire has finally lit in Russell's ass, "Only the one whom demons feel worthy of controlling rokushakubō will call out to it." Speaking in a calm matter, the two stood in eye level, "tell me, what did they say to you?" Watching closely, the jealous Azalea is peeking out the tree in bitter rage went back inside stealthy to raid the guest's luggage.
"Unbelievable! Just unbelievable." Grumbling to herself, the African orphan changed into her civilian clothes, "this kid comes in and takes what is mine. Well I won't take it." Dressed in her multicolored purple and pink wig, jeans, purple v-neck shirt, and sandles. Azalea took Russell's luggage and snuck out the opposite direction filled with bitterness and jealously.
Unaware of Azalea's actions, the two men are training, "Now just shut your eyes and open your mind." Doing as told, the demon watcher's mind open filled with eerie, variety, genderless creatures.
Inside Russell's subconscious: multiple black howling shadows squirm around the vessel's naked neon green body. "You are finally here, master. Do you accept us now." Hearing the gender-biding voices, Russell stood firmly still. "Release us to unlock your full potential."
"What if I can't control you?" Having fear consume the young man, "I, I, I," growling in anger, the demons grew restless, "but why me? Why was I chosen to control you or you to control; what makes me so special?" Having doubt still inside, it just hit Russell on why. "Wait, it's not about me, it is about my mum, dad, and all the people Peyote."
Reawaken, Kimodori is still next to his bold pupil, having a smile on his wrinkled face, "It looks like you are ready and accepting. Let's begin."
"You let the opportunity slipped away?" Frustrated to hear the news through Hemoglobin's platinum friend lady friend Goodnight broke a shot glass with his bare hands, "and who was it you said interrupted?" Lepiota walked in to the room with a disappointing face, rolling her tongue from the inside. Having full faith with multicolored eye man is discouraged with the plan fail.
Stepping forward is Hemoglobin's mouthpiece, "No name was given, but three men were there. A dirty blonde, blue eyes, and diamond studded earrings, the other dark brown hair, also with clear blue eyes, and an middle age man with a bowler hat." Growling in anger, B.N. knew exactly who the men whom they've encountered with, shattering the bottle of scotch which was in his other hand.
The angry crime lord looked with rage at his woman, "You, this is your fault! I thought you've wrapped the city. What the hell happen!" Blared Goodnight with blood dripping down both hands down to his wrist. "You told me Lepiota that you brainwashed the whole city with your psychic powers are strong enough. What in the hell happen?" Growled with fueled anger.
Looking equality in shocked, Lady Goodnight stood in shock trying her best to compose herself in order to justify herself, "It should of worked. All humans are impervious to my abilities, unless." The three looked at Lepiota impatiently for an answer.
"There isn't an 'unless' in this situation, Lepiota. You know damn well as I those three are, humans!" Turning red as the blood that is flowing down his hands, B.N. spared no one his wrath. "Now what do you have to say for yourself, or I didn't give you enough time to figure something out?"
Grinning to himself, the malevolent man watched his woman kept calm for a simple answer, "then simplest next possibility is they were out of my range. My waves can only go so far." Sighing to herself calmly, Lepiota looked directly at her man. Hemoglobin recalls in his mind that he did not see them when he murder Sirius. Picking up what the mute has said, the psychic Hispanic-Italian transfer on what was said in her mind.
"Hm, very well." Satisfied with the answer, B.N. called in his own henchmen, Little White to come forward. Marching in a straight row like ducklings following their mother, Amanita, leader the pack. Each one with their entire body covered in a white hoodie, jeans, sneakers, gloves, and skull mask. "We are going to go with plan B with my plan. This time without Russell's pother friends interrupting."
Rubbing her slim shoulder, Lepiota looked with concern, "B.N. darling, is there anything you want me to do?" Speaking in a smooth flirty tone if nothing wrong had happened, the psychic knows that both are incomplete without one another.
Back inside Polish Paws, the trio finished explaining on what happen to them outside and whom they've encountered with. Hesitating on ever detail, Aubrey managed to do without mentioning the raven hair prosatude Elenore. "Ringo, are you sure that's all; you look very nervous."
Eyeing closely, Papilion notices on how his eye twitch, a common reflex when Aubrey fibs. Hence why the Japanese-American girlfriend sweet talked her man by calling him apple in her native tongue. Shaking his head no, the good-looking blonde honestly confessed, "Just a couple of hussies who helped out on the name was all." Managing on only telling the half truth, a sigh of relief escaped to himself, "Besides Papillion, shouldn't get back to garage on work on Russell's late birthday present?"
"Birthday present?" Repeating what Aubrey said, Khris has an interesting look on his face, "what kind of gift is it?" Papillion looked back with her cheerful smile and nodded. Shifting her mood, Bruce notice deep inside the girlfriend isn't really happy; unlike Russell, she cannot convince her smile is genuine.
"Yeah! Aubrey and I are planning to transform Russell's Excalibur into a one of a kind high tech car." But Bruce knows, he too is use to lies that everything is alright, although his eyes were always sadden. Thankful though the billionaire seems notice that another common bond is linking together. Although everyone had or has their down it is that one man can bring everyone up.
"You have to let go of your emotions just like a swimming pool. Right now, you are overflowing filled with the pass escaping with skin of your teeth." Outside Kimodori's temple the sage master lectured Russell on how to focus and let go of the pass, "only then you will empty out the pool before you drown yourself in the past."
Repeating on what the sensai, the focus man picked up his sixth stronger than ever. Once again, Russell can see everything if it were happening with his eyes open and right in front of him. Able to see Azalea's wicked actions, the trainee is appalled on what is before his eyes, "So that's why I haven't received anything from my friends." Seeing the deleted messages from utter jealously Russell's eyes field with anger, rage, and revenge. "You set this up, didn't you old man?"
Fuel with mix emotions, the student didn't know on what to do but to seek her, "She wasn't always this way, Sasayaki. I guess now with you here, her true colors have came out." Disappointed with himself, Kiromodo has mix feelings himself, but is thankful that Russell's care came at great timing. "It feels like this is my fault. Please, do forgive me."
Knowing it is not his doing, the maturing man comforted his trainee. "Don't worry Kimodori-sama, I will get to the route of the this. I know my training has been few, but is no time to hesitate. Maybe if I take the rokushakubō."
"Just remember, you make the rokushakubō not the other way around." Taking the meaning to heart, Russell shut his eyes tightly to use the abilities of both his and the staff to see what can be spotted.
Seeing clear as day, the foreseeable one can see as well Governor of Peyote is issuing a brainwashed proclamation, "City of Peyote, it is my duty as mayor Governor Keystone, to issue that all LGBT marriages is ban in the whole area." Hearing the news from the hefty politician Russell has had enough, "dude the recent killing of an elder couple, increase of gangs proves that gays and lesbians cannot be trusted. People like Sirius proves they do not deserve equality if they are going to act like low life animals."
With his eyes growing bright, lime green with no pupils, Russell's anger enlighten to a new level. With raging energy in circulation, the souls in the rokushakubō took over, storming inside to look through the vessel's luggage. Finding a black trenchcoat, and plain white T-shirt, the host ripped his current top replacing it with the one found while keeping the red handkerchief on, "Sasayaki, what has happened?"
"All our live we've seen this world black and white waiting for the sun come out to fill in the colors for a rainbow to appear after the storm." Panting his fingernails black, Russell took out his cell phone to use the camera as a mirror to smear black mascara across the face and under his cheeks. "But apparently that rainbow isn't coming until the sun comes out; and that sun's name is, Whisper."
"But you said it yourself, you're not ready." Anger by his foolish pride, Kimodori tried to stop his student doing something stupid, "Sasayaki, I mean Whisper, you could get yourself kill." Turning back, the warrior looked with a blank expression like an empty canvas.
Moving his head to the side, Whisper finally changed his expression to speak, "Is that all you care for; just me?" Russell's new ego has left him to be alter of his old self with these many souls possessing him, "what about the others? Those who can't defend themselves. Lives already lost waiting for their rainbow to come. But they've never lived long enough see it happened. Not anymore, we will be their bright light to the shadow. We are not afraid to walk alone."
"Then there is nothing I can say that can keep you from going." Feeling cold chills going down his spine, Kimodori matched eye-level with Whisper, "you have walked this world alone before and now it is time for you to put your newly developed skills to further advance the path you step from darkness to light."
Turning his back Whisper has two things on their mind, "Peyote needs me yes, but also Azalea has to be halt. We take care of business here." Walking off, the steps only of the straw sandals is softly heard, "bad people brings out the best of us. Now, it is time to put that into test." Speaking in smooth, deep voice, the fearless warrior began to walk, having vision of that of a demon which is different from humans. Seeing only in red, black, white, and green. Each depicts all source of people, "Are we walking blindly into a trap; maybe, but to protect those whom you love is clearly an eye-opener that should not be blind if you really love someone."
Simultaneously in Peyote, Governor Keystone is still addressing his speech just as the gang was going to work on Russell's birthday gift, "and effective immediately, I will be signing the Sirius Law, making sure no one in LGBT community can get married for they cannot be trusted!" Striking down his right stubby arm, the Latino government stood by his firm words as the press and media ask questions and took pictures.
Watching the Breaking News on their smartphones unfold are Russell's friends along with Khris, "This is sheer bullshit!" Raged Aubrey, slamming his fist on the front desk table as Chimichanga barked too, "How can they blame for Sirius for all this? And the cops; where the hell are they?" Frustrated by the city has left divided heterosexual and LGBT community the city has become, the man who is usually stoic has drawn the final line. "Gays, lesbians, and transgender are people too, damn it."
"Damn skippy, we should have same rights as heterosexual!" Pipped in Khris, who himself is gay transgender was kicked out of his, uhm, her, parents home after coming out, "why is it people should treat us any differently just because who we choose to love and be? Shouldn't we be happy and ourselves just like straight people? Uhm, d'oi!" Everyone agreed one the good point.
The group painfully kept a close eye and keen ear on what the governor is saying. Question on to go or not, the concern girlfriend Papillion. Not being able to see the citizen is divided by their sexual orientation in front of the politician whom both side have signs angrily protesting about homosexuality. "Good idea, Khris you and Papillion go to be our moles. I will try and contact Russell again. Still find it strange for him not to comply the first time."
Barking on wanting to go, Chimichanga dashed to the front door. "All right, the pudgy bulldog can come just because he is so cute!" Putting on a rainbow custom fit vest on the dog and a new leash, the duo went out to the heart of the city with alert while Aubrey, Bruce, and Alfred stood behind.
"Sooner or later you have to tell her the truth." Serving as a conscience to well-to-do blonde, "you can't keep hiding about it." Bruce crossed his shoulder and walked to the door, with his butler opening the front door. "We are heading to the hotel, just don't forget to think on what I just told you."