Lovely Ice
Act III: Hear Me Cry
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The immaculate sheets lay scathed in dry blood as the figure in bed sobbed for release from a man who was no longer there. Tears escaped the boy's emerald hues as he stared straight at the ceiling, silently begging for redemption, "Why... why me?"
But then, he heard the door creaking open and he knew they would force him to do it again... "Oh God...," he said as he was dragged out of the room.
*
"Tsuzuki-san!," shouted from a man in the other line.
"Tatsumi...," then came a response in a guilty tone.
"Tsuzuki-san! I've had enough of this! Tell me exactly why you're slacking off on an important case such as this?!"
"I-I didn't mean to! I just overslept a bit!" whined Tsuzuki.
"That's it! If you don't make a full report tomorrow, you're fired!" then the man on the other line hung up.
The chocolate-haired man sighed and rose up from the crumpled blue sheets and headed for a quick shower.
As the cold water came in contact with his perfectly-toned skin, Asato Tsuzuki found himself thinking about a certain ash-blonde beauty and his captivating eyes.
"That boy..."
And he was lost in his thoughts again.
*
"I'm sure he'll cooperate perfectly fine," assured a silver-haired man, clad in a white trench coat that gave him the physical resemblance as that of an angel.
The obese man stubbed his Malboro cigarette in a green ashtray in the table as he replied, "Really, Kazutaka... I've been in this business long enough and trust me, we're going to have to sedate him."
Muraki smiled, "Well, I never said that we won't use force on the boy." A sadistic smirk replaced the smile on his pale lips.
*
Tsuzuki sighed for the umpteenth time. There were so many customers and too much work to do. /Oh well, who am I to complain/, he said to himself as he served a bottle of whisky to the couple on the azure couch.
"Here you go, sir," he blushed as the only reply he got was a moan from the brunette man who was currently making out with a not-so-cute blue-haired guy in his early twenties.
Tsuzuki looked away, a light pink tinted in his cheeks. "Maa... People these days..."
As he was heading to the counter to deliver his next order, he bumped into a 6-footer American who cursed him in a foreign language, "Fuck off."
The shinigami was taken aback by the guy's sudden rudeness and he was speechless. One of the place's manager, Fujiwara Sendoh apologized in a foreign response and the man just scoffed and headed the other way.
Sendoh sighed as he turned to Tsuzuki, "Asato-kun, if someone gets angry at you, just apologize and bow, ok? These foreigners are the ones who keep this place alive and rich."
Tsuzuki pouted, "Ok, whatever you say, boss." He then returned to the counter for his next delivery.
"A bottle of vodka and a pot of sake for Room 546," the red-haird guy ushered him a tray.
*
"No! Please I beg you!" a young voice echoed throughout the room.
Only the camera lights focusing on the young teen illuminated the room occupied by a group of photographers of a certain gay porn magazine and a silver-haired man who slapped the resisting teen squarely on the face.
"Careful, Kazutaka! We don't want the readers to see him in such a bedridden state, do we? Its his type that most men lust for," said by a man, known in the business of porn photography as Sawada Hirofumi.
Sawada stepped closer on the boy as he roughly grabbed the boy's chin, "Lovely, just lovely. I wonder what kind of pose we'll shoot you in tonight. He lustfully gazed at the teen, only known by the name of Hisoka, who was wearing a loosely-fitted blue kimono.
Hisoka sobbed as new tears made their way on his emerald orbs. /No, not again...Please don't let it happen again.../, he silently pleaded but to no avail.
One of the other built men grabbed him by the shoulders and stripped the kimono roughly from his bruised body.
"Beautifully exquisite...," one of the men said.
Sawada then took out a white kit as he started putting on some concealer to cover the boy's bruises and cuts.
*
"Hmmm.... Room 546? I haven't been there before. Oh well," Tsuzuki uncaringly pressed the elevator button.
He abruptly glanced at his watch. 3.38 pm. /Still a couple of hours before dinner/, he mentally thought.
As Tsuzuki stepped out of the elevator, he fixed his black tie with his other hand and tried to look as dignified as possible. Not that he needed to be, of course.
"Well, it's the only floor occupying this floor so, it might be the owner who ordered this drinks," he absently said to himself as he politely knocked on the door.
After a few moments, footsteps neared the oak door and revealed a strongly- built man with a serpent tattoo on the side of his face. An annoyed reply escaped the man's lips, "What?"
Tsuzuki put on a smile as he remembered what Sendoh told him earlier. "Er... someone called the bar counter to bring a bottle of vodka and a pot of sake to Room 546."
The man's bulgy eyes lingered suspiciously at him for a while then, opened the door for him, "Come on in."
*
As the man finished applying the concealer on the boy, Sawada smiled and licked Hisoka's ear, "Get ready, boy. The show starts soon."
The only response he heard was a silent whimper from the abused youth.
Then, a certain long-haired man, wearing a traditional kimono appeared briefly behind the boy. "Oriya," Muraki smirked.
"I hope I'm not late," Oriya replied.
A sinister grin appeared on Muraki's lips, "Don't worry. You're just in time. You wouldn't mind sharing a bottle of vodka with me and my friends, do you?"
*
Well, there you go! The most-awaited installment for Lovely Ice! I apologize for all my readers, especially the reviewers for the delay! Anyways, I hope you still enjoyed it!
Anyways, please review! I wanna know if someone is still reading this... *insert major sweatdrop*
Thank you again for reading!
*
The immaculate sheets lay scathed in dry blood as the figure in bed sobbed for release from a man who was no longer there. Tears escaped the boy's emerald hues as he stared straight at the ceiling, silently begging for redemption, "Why... why me?"
But then, he heard the door creaking open and he knew they would force him to do it again... "Oh God...," he said as he was dragged out of the room.
*
"Tsuzuki-san!," shouted from a man in the other line.
"Tatsumi...," then came a response in a guilty tone.
"Tsuzuki-san! I've had enough of this! Tell me exactly why you're slacking off on an important case such as this?!"
"I-I didn't mean to! I just overslept a bit!" whined Tsuzuki.
"That's it! If you don't make a full report tomorrow, you're fired!" then the man on the other line hung up.
The chocolate-haired man sighed and rose up from the crumpled blue sheets and headed for a quick shower.
As the cold water came in contact with his perfectly-toned skin, Asato Tsuzuki found himself thinking about a certain ash-blonde beauty and his captivating eyes.
"That boy..."
And he was lost in his thoughts again.
*
"I'm sure he'll cooperate perfectly fine," assured a silver-haired man, clad in a white trench coat that gave him the physical resemblance as that of an angel.
The obese man stubbed his Malboro cigarette in a green ashtray in the table as he replied, "Really, Kazutaka... I've been in this business long enough and trust me, we're going to have to sedate him."
Muraki smiled, "Well, I never said that we won't use force on the boy." A sadistic smirk replaced the smile on his pale lips.
*
Tsuzuki sighed for the umpteenth time. There were so many customers and too much work to do. /Oh well, who am I to complain/, he said to himself as he served a bottle of whisky to the couple on the azure couch.
"Here you go, sir," he blushed as the only reply he got was a moan from the brunette man who was currently making out with a not-so-cute blue-haired guy in his early twenties.
Tsuzuki looked away, a light pink tinted in his cheeks. "Maa... People these days..."
As he was heading to the counter to deliver his next order, he bumped into a 6-footer American who cursed him in a foreign language, "Fuck off."
The shinigami was taken aback by the guy's sudden rudeness and he was speechless. One of the place's manager, Fujiwara Sendoh apologized in a foreign response and the man just scoffed and headed the other way.
Sendoh sighed as he turned to Tsuzuki, "Asato-kun, if someone gets angry at you, just apologize and bow, ok? These foreigners are the ones who keep this place alive and rich."
Tsuzuki pouted, "Ok, whatever you say, boss." He then returned to the counter for his next delivery.
"A bottle of vodka and a pot of sake for Room 546," the red-haird guy ushered him a tray.
*
"No! Please I beg you!" a young voice echoed throughout the room.
Only the camera lights focusing on the young teen illuminated the room occupied by a group of photographers of a certain gay porn magazine and a silver-haired man who slapped the resisting teen squarely on the face.
"Careful, Kazutaka! We don't want the readers to see him in such a bedridden state, do we? Its his type that most men lust for," said by a man, known in the business of porn photography as Sawada Hirofumi.
Sawada stepped closer on the boy as he roughly grabbed the boy's chin, "Lovely, just lovely. I wonder what kind of pose we'll shoot you in tonight. He lustfully gazed at the teen, only known by the name of Hisoka, who was wearing a loosely-fitted blue kimono.
Hisoka sobbed as new tears made their way on his emerald orbs. /No, not again...Please don't let it happen again.../, he silently pleaded but to no avail.
One of the other built men grabbed him by the shoulders and stripped the kimono roughly from his bruised body.
"Beautifully exquisite...," one of the men said.
Sawada then took out a white kit as he started putting on some concealer to cover the boy's bruises and cuts.
*
"Hmmm.... Room 546? I haven't been there before. Oh well," Tsuzuki uncaringly pressed the elevator button.
He abruptly glanced at his watch. 3.38 pm. /Still a couple of hours before dinner/, he mentally thought.
As Tsuzuki stepped out of the elevator, he fixed his black tie with his other hand and tried to look as dignified as possible. Not that he needed to be, of course.
"Well, it's the only floor occupying this floor so, it might be the owner who ordered this drinks," he absently said to himself as he politely knocked on the door.
After a few moments, footsteps neared the oak door and revealed a strongly- built man with a serpent tattoo on the side of his face. An annoyed reply escaped the man's lips, "What?"
Tsuzuki put on a smile as he remembered what Sendoh told him earlier. "Er... someone called the bar counter to bring a bottle of vodka and a pot of sake to Room 546."
The man's bulgy eyes lingered suspiciously at him for a while then, opened the door for him, "Come on in."
*
As the man finished applying the concealer on the boy, Sawada smiled and licked Hisoka's ear, "Get ready, boy. The show starts soon."
The only response he heard was a silent whimper from the abused youth.
Then, a certain long-haired man, wearing a traditional kimono appeared briefly behind the boy. "Oriya," Muraki smirked.
"I hope I'm not late," Oriya replied.
A sinister grin appeared on Muraki's lips, "Don't worry. You're just in time. You wouldn't mind sharing a bottle of vodka with me and my friends, do you?"
*
Well, there you go! The most-awaited installment for Lovely Ice! I apologize for all my readers, especially the reviewers for the delay! Anyways, I hope you still enjoyed it!
Anyways, please review! I wanna know if someone is still reading this... *insert major sweatdrop*
Thank you again for reading!
