Rim: There's not a lot I have to say, so I guess I can just thank all the reviewers and stuff then move on with the next chapter. The outline I made for the chapter was concocted halfway asleep, so if it doesn't make sense, oh well. Now let's move onwards and see what I will unravel this go around.
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It was yet another beautiful day outside, the sun was up high, shining its rays down over every living thing, the birds chirped their morning songs, and an alarm clock beeped irritatingly to alert the sleeping, disheveled brunette morning had arrived. Lifting his head from the pillow, Kenny looked around blurry eyed, snaking a hand from under the cover to grope for the alarm clock. Eventually his hands found the object, pressing the button to get the clock to shut up.
Once the beeping stopped, his head immediately fell back into the softness of the pillow, his mind drifting back into the unconscious state of sleep the alarm clock interrupted. With a muffled yawn, Kenny burrowed deeper under the cover to get away from the light pushing its way through the curtains. Just as he was heading back into a deeper reign of sleep, the alarm clock with off again. Scolding at the object, Kenny propped himself up, reaching over and cutting it off.
"Just five more minutes…" Kenny mumbled, slumping back down into the bed. He just didn't have the energy to wake up, and doubt that he would be able to function for another four hours even if somehow he found the strength to make it out of bed and drag his tired ass down the hall to the bathroom to get dressed for school.
Maybe he could get his mother to let him stay home from school if he failed to come downstairs. Then again, if she had to make the trip upstairs, she would definitely yell a hole into his head before asking if he was sick. In her current state of lunacy, he wouldn't be surprise if she told him to bear with it and go to school. Then his father would go along with it and Kenny would likely end up getting hit by a car…if Tyson paid enough attention to keep him from walking out in the middle of the street that is.
He could be wrong though, his mother couldn't be that heartless to make a sick person go to school and collapse from the strain. Then again, he wasn't sick, so he didn't have to worry about collapsing. He could play sick by moaning and struggling to get out of bed, it wasn't too hard pulling a sick act given enough incentive to stay home from school.
"Kenny, are you up yet, you're going to be late for school!" His mother's voice pierced the depths of sleep he was floating amidst, stirring him into semi consciousness, or just enough to raise his head from the pillow to find her glaring down at him. Kenny tried to focus his blurry eyes in on his mother, but she remained a massive blur of complaining color, so instead, he shifted them to the alarm clock. The blazing neon green numbers reading three minutes to eight, for a moment, he was confused by this, before it dawned in his sleep jumbled head that the clock had always been set to rouse him at 7:45. "Are you listening to me, Kenny?"
"Huh?" He turned his eyes back on his mother. "What were you saying mother?"
His mother gave an exasperated sigh, looking down at him with disconcerting eyes. "You are purposely blocking me out, aren't you Kenny? Every time I turn around, it's one bad habit after another. I raised you better than that, yet you just toss my teaching out a window."
"Forgive me mother I'm just so very tired." Here it goes, now he was going to feign illness, see can he get his mother's consent to stay home and rest. "I was up for so long last night studying to do much better on my tests that I lost track of time and went to bed later than I usually do."
Wait! Why the hell did that just come out of his mouth? He wanted illness, not studying, never the less, a giant smile came to his mother's lips hearing the words. Or just the studying and better part, the rest of his words were probably like speaking Chinese to the woman. But now she wasn't going to let him stay in bed. Well, hell, at least he wouldn't hear her nagging anymore, right?
"You do look so very tired sweetie," his mother nodded. "You have to take care of yourself so you can do better for your entrance exams. We can't have you getting sick so you can't study."
Sweetie…oh the irony, her only concern comes when he was up late "studying to be better". Really, if he was on fire, and came home with a half burnt paper with a C on it, which would she care about more: him on fire or the grade on the half burnt paper? He was leaning towards half burnt paper while she followed his screaming, burning body to say he should've done better. Or he could just be overreacting, and she only wanted the best for him…scratch that, herself.
He sure wasn't going through hell and high water to ensure his position at Tokyo University in two years. If he had it his way, he would go to another school which wasn't going to be the complete lost of his sanity. And he would be with Tala right about now and they would be having another type of morning meal. But then he probably wouldn't have had so much fun with Bryan the night before. In the state Tala seemed, Kenny doubted the other's temper would be quelled so easily.
"Kenny, you have to get up for school," his mother remarked breaking through his thoughts.
"Oh, yeah, that's right," Kenny yawned, trying desperately to open his tired eyes while getting out of bed. His mother turned and left the room only when Kenny was following her out the door, as he headed down the hall to the bathroom. Taking a quick shower, Kenny found his mind still in a haze of sleep regardless of the hot water his body and face endured.
Dragging his body back to the bedroom to get his clothes, Kenny found his computer on, Dizzi playing an early game of solitaire. "You look like a zombie."
"I feel like a zombie," Kenny corrected, drying his body off with the towel and looking over at the clock. The numbers read 8:10, this wouldn't give him enough time to eat breakfast then again he wanted sleep more than he needed breakfast. "I just need an IV full of coffee, and maybe a handful of caffeine pills."
"What time did you get in last night?" Dizzi questioned.
"You really want to know?" Kenny countered.
"Well, why do you think I asked," Dizzi said, if she had been able to roll her eyes, Kenny was sure that she would have done so putting emphasis on it. "I'm not asking for my own health."
"I got back here close to four, look, I'll feel in you when I get home," Kenny said, knowing the computer had a lot more to say on the subject which he didn't have time to hear if he didn't want to be late for school. Grabbing his school bag once he was finishing putting on the coat to the school's uniform, he headed out the door. Waiting at the bottom of the stairs for him was his mother.
"I know you don't have time to eat breakfast, but we do have some protein bars that do the same thing as a daily breakfast. It should help you get through the day. And here's your bento," the woman said, handing both items to her son who took them and headed out the door once his shoes were on. "Have a good day at school."
"Thank you mother," Kenny called out over his shoulder, just a little bit weird out by her behavior. Just because she thought he was up why pass his bedtime studying she would be nicer to him than if he was actually studying and didn't even mention his actions. It was very ironic in the sense that he could get away with "wicked" deeds and have a more positive outcome, than if his deeds were "just and pure". Or in the secondary scenario of thinking, his mother just had issues needed to be sorted out and her priorities squared away. Running down the street to where Tyson and the others usually waited for him, the brunette found the group sitting on the wall, a look of worry in their eyes until he came into view.
"Where the hell have you been? We thought your mother might be going crazy again," Tyson said, hopping off the wall.
"Great way to put that into words, Tyson," Zeo shook his head, sliding off the wall too. Kain and Max soon followed example, brushing off their clothes. "What Tyson was hoping to say was that we thought your mother was on your case about something."
"Don't tell me, she caught you sleep with the phone in your hand and completely naked," Tyson said, ignoring Zeo. "So, were you caught in a little post phone sex activity?"
"Okay, I don't want to know where you got that idea from," Kenny started, opening the wrapped bar of oats, nuts, honey, dried fruit, and what looked to be dried bits of milk. "But I was not caught naked in bed with the phone, nor was I having phone sex on the phone with Tala."
"Well, it has been some time since you got any, right?" Tyson pointed out, watching Kenny put some of the bar in his mouth and bit off a corner. "What the hell are you eating?"
"Protein bar, I didn't have time for breakfast, I was up past my usual time studying for another test at my yobiko on Saturday. I didn't want to hear my mother's mouth about making an eighty-two again."
"Oh, I'm sure that's what you were doing," Tyson nodded, pushing his friend along towards school. "We believe you, don't we, guys?"
"Tyson, I was not up doing anything remotely as desperate as your small mind is concocting. Just because you're horny more than eighty percent of the time, doesn't mean I'm the same as you, do I make myself clear," Kenny protested, continuing to eat and allowed to be pushed along because his body was too tired to disagree.
"I am not horny eighty percent of the time," Tyson argued.
"I think I would have to agree with him," Kane added in. "I'm sure it's probably ninety-five percent of the time."
"I think I agree with you," Max said.
"I second that notion," Zeo nodded.
"Shut up! I'm not that horny all the time," Tyson flushed. "And how can you say that I'm the one who spends his time in bed around his boyfriend."
"Will I have to remind you about when you were going out with Rei?" Max stated. "Kai, Kenny, and I would literally have to drag you two out of his room to train for the day. You two were the original bunny couple."
"We were not," Tyson flushed more, his face turning dark red.
"What about when Kai kept interrupting you when the two of you were always kissing up on each other during practice matches. Before matches, during matches when neither one of you weren't blading, and after matches," Max wondered. "I'm not the only one that remembers that, Kain use to comment over it and Kenny."
"I learned to ignore it," Kenny yawned. "Kai would always say a word, so there was no reason for me to even mention we were still practicing. Then again, I feared that Kai would kill his throat when he growled at Tyson and Rei to knock it off. Then again, I suppose I shouldn't be so unfair, after all Max, I heard some stories about you and Kai."
"What do you mean you heard some stories?" Max exclaimed.
"Oh, let's just say that when a certain somebody found out about your relationship in a certain hallway," Kenny smiled, watching a strawberry shade tint Max from his hairline to neckline.
"What about a hallway, and someone finding out about Max and Kai?" Tyson questioned.
"I don't think I will go through that conversation. I'll leave Max to tell that story one day," Kenny laughed.
"You know, if you keep this up, I'm not going to defend you anymore. Besides, how did you find that out?" Max interrogated. "And don't tell me that you were just joking because I know what you're talking about."
"Just an early trip home," Kenny said sweetly. "You know I'm never going to tell Tyson, so stop threatening me."
"Why won't you tell me?" Tyson demanded.
"Oh look, school's coming into sight, we better hurry up before we're late," Kenny beamed.
"You know, one of these days I'm going to kill you, and then Tala's going to hunt me down for it," Tyson sighed. Kenny said nothing laughing at both Max and Tyson who shared the same pout.
Later that day, a little bit before lunch time, Kenny sat in his social studies class, or as his brain was calling it, a descent into sleep studies. Well, at least after lunch he would have art until the end of the day when he could go home, lock his door and fall sleep until his mother started yelling at him to unlock his door. Or maybe Bryan would come over and help him there was a strong possibility of it. Kenny wanted to thank Bryan for showing him out on the town the night before. He really did have fun.
--Flashback--
Kenny looked around at all the lights and sounds of downtown. Everyone there were people going here and there, in and out of arcades. The occasional drunk walked out of a bar, or was thrown out by someone, the drunk yelling at the people in the bar before getting up and stumbling away. Businessmen sat at noodle carts, discussing who knows what, laughing over bowls of noodles or a cool frothy glass of beer. Every once in a while, the average teenage girl passed by eyeing Kenny and Bryan before passing them, probably heading off for the subways to get home. Kenny never thought that so much life swirled around the downtown area like this.
"You look like you've just opened your eyes for the first time," Bryan chuckled, looking down at the brunette.
"I never knew so much was going on late at nights like this. I figured that things were quiet, kind of like how everything is during the day."
"One thing I've learned is that, if anything, night time is more exciting because the city starts to open up and you never know the true beauty of it until you've seen it in the cover of night," Bryan replied, his eyes looking at the bright lights and people going here and there. "City life at nights is the best times to have fun."
"I see that," Kenny nodded. "So many places are still open."
"So, where do you want to go to first?" Bryan asked.
"I don't know," Kenny said. "I didn't put too much thought into where I wanted to go when you asked me to come out."
"That's fine, ever played pool?" Bryan questioned.
"No," Kenny answered.
"Perfect, we're going then," Bryan grinned, taking Kenny by the hand, pulling him through a small crowd of people. Looking around for a long time while continuing to walk different places downtown, his eyes finally stopped on a flashing neon blue and green sign. Letting go of Kenny's hand, he turned to the brunette. "Wait here for a second."
"Um, all right," Kenny said, watching Bryan walk up to a young man in his early twenty's standing outside the building. The two started talking in a casual tone, Kenny unable to really hear what they were talking about because laughing and the sound of a car horn blaring every few minutes, he could only think that Bryan was asking the guy something about the place.
"Excuse me," someone said, drawing Kenny's attention away from Bryan talking with the man in front of the bar. Shifting his eyes to the two men standing in front of him, Kenny blinked. Both looked like businessmen who were just getting off work or maybe coming from one of many noodle carts in the downtown area.
"Yes?" Kenny answered, still continuing to lean against the building like he had been doing for the past two minutes waiting for Bryan to come back for him.
"I'm sorry to disturb you," the taller of the two men with short sandy brown hair said. His dark eyes looked directly into Kenny's giving the young man a slightly uncomfortable feeling associated with unwanted attention. It didn't happen often, but when it did, Kenny handled it well. "But, my friend and I were just wondering something."
"Um…okay, what?" Maybe they were advertising agents and he caught their eye as a new model. Maybe they were lost and needed direction. Maybe they thought he was someone they knew…or not.
"You look lonely," the shorter man said. He was probably no taller than Kenny, his heavy set weight tailored to a specially made suit, or that's what Kenny figured. His small beady eyes roamed over Kenny's face, or rather leered over Kenny's face before his eyes went lower.
"Can you stop staring at me like that? I'm not a piece of steak, you know," Kenny voiced to the short, plump man. "And if you're going to ask me if I want to make some money, no thank you. I'm just standing here waiting on a friend." Just because he may sometimes look to be an innocent, naïve kid, it sure as hell didn't mean he was. Being with Tala shed his previously shy nature away, replacing it with a more mature, and often times sarcastic, sharp tongued young man.
"You don't have to be rude about it," the shorter man said.
"Well obviously you thought I would be a little bit too naïve to know what you want from me, then again, even if I had been naïve, I would have known something was up by the way you keep trying to undress me with your eyes," Kenny said.
"Not even for ten thousand yen?" the taller of the two men said, lust beginning to shine in his eyes. "When we first saw you standing here by yourself, you looked—"
"I'm sure that you can find someone else interested in making ten thousand yen tonight, I'm not interested in the least," Kenny interrupted. "Besides, you're not my type at all."
"Kenny, are you being bothered, by these gentlemen?" Bryan walked up, eyeing both men with a glare then turned his eyes to Kenny with concern.
"Who the hell are you?" the shorter man said. "This conversation doesn't involve you at all."
"Don't worry Bryan," Kenny said shaking his head. "I'm fine."
"Come on then, the guy at the door said this is a good place to have a nice game of pool. Let's go," Bryan said, taking Kenny's hand and pulling him away from the two men.
"We weren't done talking to him," snapped the shorter man.
"Unless you want me to kick your ass in the middle of the street, I suggest you find another person to proposition, he's with me, and I can be rather jealous about other men talking to him, isn't that right baby," Bryan smirked, turning him and Kenny to the two men and wrapping his arms around Kenny. "Everything that's here is mine, and it will remain that way."
"Bryan, you know I told you about that jealous streak of yours," Kenny looked up, playing along. "I can't keep bailing you out of jail for every person who looks my way."
"But you know I can't help it, especially when ones like these two come along. Makes me want to castrate them, like the first one who laid a hand on you," Bryan grinned wickedly, leaning down to place a light kiss right behind Kenny's ear. His eyes remained on the two men, but all they could see was a predatorily glint in his eyes which was not at all fake.
"Let's get going, that brat isn't worth it," the shorter man scoffed. "There are plenty of cuter ones hanging around."
Kenny and Bryan watched the two men walk away, remaining close to each other until they were out of sight. Blue eyes tilted up, the smile crossing Kenny's lips reached the highest point in each corner. "You make me very afraid sometimes love. I don't think I should have bailed you out of jail for castrating people."
"Well you know me," Bryan said, before the two of them chuckled.
"I don't think I've ever wanted to laugh that hard in my life before," Kenny said. "You are a genius."
"You can lay claim to my greatness after a few games of pool," Bryan said, taking Kenny's hand again and pulling him towards the entrance of the pool hall. Standing behind the counter was the guy Bryan had talked to near the entrance, giving Bryan two pool sticks. "You said the one down the hall at room 5, am I correct?"
"Yeah, if you need anything, just buzz and someone will be down to bring it," the guy said. "You've already paid, so everything's covered on the tab."
"Thanks," Bryan nodded, taking the pool sticks and leading Kenny down the noisy hallway, pass other rooms where the noise factor was barely contained by closed doors, to the room labeled five. Opening the door, Kenny found the walls painted in a soothing deep blue, halogen lights hanging on the ceiling lit the room. The pool table rested in the middle of the room, a small bar with stools sat against northern wall, and a couch against the western wall. A jukebox was near the bar, currently turned off.
"So…I guess we play pool, right?" Kenny walked over to the table, at the red surface. Bryan walked over to the jukebox, cutting it on and putting it on random play before heading over to the pool table.
"I'll teach you the basics of pool, before we have a game," Bryan said, retrieving the white cue ball, he motioned Kenny over to where he was standing. "Have you ever used a pool stick?"
"I've never played pool, so no," Kenny said.
"Stupid question," Bryan smiled. "All right, we're going to practice hitting the white cue ball before we start the game."
"Sure, what do I do?" Kenny asked. Bryan handed him the pool stick, getting behind Kenny.
"You have to hold it this way," Bryan said, showing the brunette the correct way to hold the pool stick. "All right now lean slightly over the table, so you can get a good view of the ball."
"Like this?" Kenny questioned, leaning over the table with the stick nearly touch the surface.
"Almost, but you're a little bit to low," Bryan instructed, moving Kenny's body so it was lined directly with the way Bryan was leaning over the table. Kenny actually flushed, praying to God that Bryan didn't notice just how red he was with their bodies being close as he instructed Kenny with the proper ways to strike the cue ball, especially with the warm breath which hit the back of his neck and he had to suppress the chill which shot up his entire spine. Nothing was going to happen between him and Bryan, but damn, it was hard not to imagine one or two naughty thoughts. "Kenny, are you paying attention, I said try to strike the ball."
"Oh, sorry," Kenny apologized, missing the ball by nearly an inch when he tried to strike it. "Almost had it, I got sort of distracted."
"That's okay, how about we try it again. Just concentrate on the ball, steady your hands, remember that I'm right here to help you, so there's no pressure," Bryan said softly. "Now let's hit it."
"Okay," Kenny said, this time managing to strike the white ball, watching it hit the sides of the table before slowing to a stop near one of holes. "Look Bryan, I managed to hit it."
"Yes, very good, in fact, I think you might just be a natural," Bryan said, moving back to stand up. Kenny straightened his back, the light flush still tinting his cheeks. "I've never known anyone who could hit a ball on their second try."
"That's only because I have a good teacher," Kenny commented.
"Don't flatter me so much, you have a natural talent for pool," Bryan stated. "So, do you want to try to hit the ball without my help, or do you think you need some more help. Once you get the hang of hitting the white cue ball, we can set up and play a practice game or two. From there we can play a friendly game. How does that sound?"
"Sounds like a plan to me. I think I want to try to hit the ball on my own now," Kenny said.
"All right, once you get the hang of it, then we'll have our practice game," Bryan nodded, going over to the intercom and buzzing the guy at the front for a few cans of soda.
--Flashback end—
Kenny had never had so much fun in his life, well that was incorrect, because his time with going through championships with the Bladebreakers was the pinnacle of that statement, followed by when he was with Tala. Okay, so it was like the third greatest time he had in his life. When he finally got the basics and complexities to pool, he and Bryan played game after game, goofing around and laughing about silly things. Sometimes they stopped to try to sing along to the songs playing on the jukebox as if they were at a karaoke bar (a place Bryan said he would take Kenny to next when he felt like being a delinquent again).
Even on the way back to Kenny's house, the two talked on about their time at the pool hall, or those two guys which tried to hit on Kenny earlier. Well, that was only because Bryan spotted them while heading back from downtown. The two men were trying to get a boy who looked no older than fourteen to come with them to a love hotel. Kenny and Bryan stopped, watching as the boy made a snide remark then skated off on his rollerblades. Quickly heading off, the two had a big laugh, talking about the desperation in the two men's determination to get laid that night.
On the way back, Kenny kept thinking about just how much fun he and Bryan had. In fact, Kenny really wouldn't have cared if his mother had caught him coming back into the house. As much as he didn't like to, he could always lie about going down to one of the twenty-four hour stores for a soda to keep him awake. It would have been greater fun if Tala was with them, but until Kenny could change his boyfriend's mind over things, there was nothing he could do to spend time with both in the same room without Tala trying to kill Bryan.
'Maybe one day it can happen, and we can all play a great game of pool,' Kenny thought with a yawn and a smile, trying to get his brain to wrap around the subject of conversation in his social studies class.
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"Mom, I'm home," Kenny said, taking off his shoes and slipping into a pair of slippers. There was no answer from the woman for his statement. Padding into the kitchen, he looked around, but she wasn't there chatting with one of the neighbors or starting on dinner. It was empty, not even a note rested on the table to let him know she was absent from the house. "Mom?"
Heading out the kitchen, Kenny ascended the stairs, heading down to his parents' bedroom, knocking on the door. When there was no answer, he pushed open the halfway closed bedroom door: empty. Now this was strange. If his mother was going anywhere, she would wait until he was home, threatening him if Tyson or the others tried to come over, she would have his ass on a platter grilled. Well, not literally in those words, but one got the point with her glares. He used to think Kai was scary when he enforced his patent tundra stare, but his mother had the dual haired young man beat. Waves bowed to the sort of force her eyes held.
"Okay, so she's not here, where the hell is the woman?" Kenny said out loud to no one in particular.
"She told me to tell you she had to make a stop at the grocery store for a few items, had a cake to pick up at a local bakery for your next door neighbor, get your father's suit from the cleaners, and wanted to visit your aunt. She told me to tell you to study and she might bring home something nice for dinner if you continue exhibiting enthusiasm you showed her this morning," replied a voice from down the hall.
Kenny didn't have to look up to know it was his moonlight haired friend. Turning his eyes down the hall, he found Bryan leaning against the doorframe to Kenny's room. "I bet she told you to baby-sit me too didn't she?"
"Not in those exact words, more so to make sure you did what you're suppose to, and not to let you out of my sight because you had a habit of disobeying her," Bryan answered.
"Oh, what an imp I am," Kenny sighed sarcastically.
"Well, you're becoming one, she has no clue of your little night time excursions," Bryan pointed out with a grin. "I imagine bars on your windows and dead bolt locks on your door then."
"I can imagine that too," Kenny sighed again, walking down the hall to his room. Tossing his items on the floor, Kenny crashed onto the bed with a groan. "I am so tired…it was a long, long day."
"Fall asleep in any of your classes?" Bryan questioned a spark of mischief in his eyes. Kenny turned his head to stare at the light haired former Demolition Boy returning to where he was previously sitting by the window.
"Zoned out in every class, but no, I didn't," Kenny yawned. "You should have warned me about the effects of being a delinquent. Even the nights I stay up late studying are not this exhausting in the mornings."
"I'll try not to keep you out so late next time then," Bryan apologized.
"Don't apologize, I had so much fun last night, we should do it again," Kenny said. "I had such a great time playing pool with you."
"You played a great game you almost made me forget I was going up against a novice. Next time I'm not going to let you get away with murdering me like you did."
"I can't wait to see your real skill at the game then," Kenny commented.
"Oh, don't worry, you will see it. So, shall we go again tonight?" Bryan asked.
"No," Kenny shook his head. "I have yobiko tomorrow, I zone out there my teacher will grill my ass on the spot. And word getting back to my mother is not good. What about Saturday night? I can sleep late on Sunday without worrying about getting up early for school."
"Saturday night sounds great to me, but you really sure you want to be a little devil?" Bryan teased.
"Yeah, like you're discouraging me against it," Kenny rolled his eyes. "So, you don't mind keeping the company of a dead man, do you?"
"Excuse me?" Bryan blinked.
"I'm tired, do you mind if I go to sleep," Kenny laughed at the expression on Bryan's face. "I can barely keep my eyes opening lying on this bed."
"I see," Bryan said. "Go right ahead."
"Mind keeping watching for when my mother gets back home too," Kenny yawned, his eyes slowly closing, the weight of his lids too much to fight.
"Go to sleep, I'll make sure I wake you up when she comes back," Bryan assured.
"Thanks…" Kenny murmured.
"You're welcome," Bryan smirked, watching the heavy lids close all the way. He watched the boy until his breathing slowed in association with deep sleep. Getting up from where he seated himself, Bryan strolled over to the bed, gently turning Kenny onto his back placing one knee on the bed as he climbed over the sleeping boy. The brunette murmured something incoherently, but remained sleep. Lowering his eyes with the very same predatory gleam the two businessmen witnessed the night before, Bryan leaned down, inhaling the boy's scent. "Freesia…"
If he wanted to, he could execute his plan here and now. His mother would be gone for enough hours that Bryan. Then again, she knew what he looked like, she might get suspicious if something happened to her son and he was missing. She might call the police then he would have to come back and finish off her and the boy's father. Bryan liked to keep his work neat, getting rid of two extra people were not in his plans. Of course, word would get back to Tala. Bryan wanted Tala's knowledge he still remained in Japan to be slow, to carry out the remaining of his plan.
Then again…it wasn't his intent to kill the boy. No, he had bigger plans for the brunette. Bryan was going to make Tala suffer slowly; he wanted to watch the pain suffocate his former lover until he begged Bryan for salvation. Bryan's eyes roamed over the body as he leaned in closer, darting his tongue out to skim the brunette's bottom lip, tasting him ever so slightly. A sigh escaped Kenny's lips, murmuring Tala's name lightly.
"It will be time soon, don't worry," Bryan whispered into Kenny's ear, moving off the bed and back to his seat at the window. Yes, before the pawn knew it, checkmate would be played and the involving pieces would be captured.
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Rim: Damn Bryan is one sneaky little bastard…I suppose that's why I love him so much. Well, it seems we find out that Bryan's motives are still the same. Then again…could I be wrong? Am I driving you crazy? Slowly you say? Good, that's the exact response I was hoping for. So, tell me what you think.