1Chapter Five: Motel Hell
"What the Hell was wrong with you back there, you stupid bastard! You could of at LEAST helped me out and got the guy off of me!" Kazahaya screamed right up in his face. This was the start to a yelling fit that would soon grow into a face to fist fight if needed. "The guy could have raped me!"
"It was entertaining for the first few seconds." Rikuo's voice was much calmer than Kazahaya's as he spoke. He ruffled his hair in his fingers playfully. "I was actually jealous for about five seconds. He took my spot on top of you."
Kudo's cheeks flushed heavily. "Well here." He shoved the piece of paper given to him to Rikuo's chest. "Take this and go to wherever he lives to have a fight for the top." His own words made him blush more.
Rikuo blinked innocently then looked at the piece of paper. "He leaves in Yamanashi."
"Seriously?" Kazahaya asked and peeked over at the piece of paper. "That's not too far from here."
"Not far but a long drive." Rikuo hastily caught a taxi then waved for Kazahaya to join him in it.
"How are we supposed to go into his house?" he asked as he sat on the leather seat. It made a funny tooting noise as he scooted next to Rikuo, getting close so the taxi driver could not hear.
"Where to?" the cabby spoke in a southern hick accent. He looked like he was from America from not only the way he talked but his blond hair and blue eyes too.
"Yamanashi on a little street called Takai Ikkuo. The house number is 666." Rikuo commanded. He turned back to Kazahaya with a slight grin. From that, Kudo knew what he was up to and planning.
"You want me to go back?" he asked in a wavy voice. Rikuo nodded. Kazahaya took a deep gulp. "Then you have to come with me to assure my safety. Cause last time you did a lazy ass job on protecting me."
"I will. I promise." He was trying to make Kazahaya feel the least bit better. "After all, I wouldn't want my pretty little boy to get hurt." He said in the same sly and cunning way that Leon had done to him. It angered Kazahaya in more ways than one.
"That's not funny." He said in a deep and dark voice. His green eyes shot him a death defining glare. His nails dug deep into his pants to restrain himself from punching Rikuo. He wasn't scared of him. But he was scared of what Kakei might do if he quit the mission because the target was hitting on him.
"Fine. But I will look after you. Trust me." Kazahaya could pick out the honesty in his words. The smile that curved on his rosy lips made him feel better. A smile wasn't seen by one such as Rikuo most often. So he took this as a treat.
They had killed an hour before reaching the street and the house. Well . . . the place wasn't really a house. It was more like a rundown and abandoned hotel. The windows were all shattered in and the doors were chopped up or broken up. All the lights were killed except one that was on and flared out the window, and making shadows dance on and off of the dim streets.
Rikuo paid the cabby the amount he owed then hopped carelessly from the car. "I'm going to stay outside of the hotel room so that he doesn't get suspicious. I'll be listening in on whatever you two say so there's nothing to worry about, all right? Scream if you need me. And tease him a little to get to the pendant." He gave Kazahaya one last reassuring smile before guiding him up to the only light that was on in the dead hotel bathed in the dawning light.
"Hello?" Kudo said weakly as his feet dragged him into the room. His voice was squeaky from fear. Surely anything that touched him would send him off into an alarm of panic.
"Oh. I see you decided to join me." Leon's voice sowed fear into the back of his mind when he heard him. Kazahaya's head snapped in the direction of the voice. He saw a small but faint light producing smoke in the darkness. Those yellow catlike eyes he recognized glowed in the dark and sparkled viciously and hungrily. No human ever had yellow eyes. Then what was he . . . ?
"I couldn't resist."He squeaked once more. Even though his voice showed fright, his face did not. He kept it straight and calm. He looked over at the worn down red couch that had ripped pillows and a curly spring poking out from the bottom of it. With one drawn breath, he took a seat on the couch and waited for him to show himself.
Leon appeared from the darkness like a vampire on prowl who had found its nightly pray. He had taken off his trench coat and hung it on the coatrack by the door. A cigarette laid on the edge of his bottom lip. The pendant swayed across his chest as he walked. He advanced toward him and the light taps of his footsteps were the only thing that could be heard.
Tap tap tap . . .
A long strand of hair poured over one of his eyes. The light from the evening sun was dancing on his skin and making it look a crisp golden color. He fell on all fours on the couch and crawled onto Kazahaya's lap. He drew a deep puff of air from the cig then blew it in his face. "You know Kazahaya . . . " he purred into his ear. "You have the perfect form. And I'm sure the perfect soul too. Give it to me." He breathed on his neck and nibbled on the tip of his ear to make it almost tempting to say yes.
"No . . . " Kazahaya whispered harshly. He placed his hands on Leon's chest and pushed him back. But his limbs felt weaker than usual. Like they weren't there. His bones melted at the sound of the medium's smooth voice.
"No?" he furrowed his eyebrows and pulled his cigarette from his lips. No human had the courage to tell him no. Obviously this one was different and playing hard to get. He would get what he wanted. And he wanted Kazahaya. He moved his hand up the empath's shirt and massaged at the skin of his stomach, loosening it up and making it more vulnerable to anything. "We'll see about that." He snarled, bearing small ivory fangs. He moved the lit end of the roll of tobacco to the massaged skin. He skidded the ash that had been threatening to fall off of the end for a long time now along the white stomach. "Now . . . ?"
"Rikuo!" he squawked forcefully from the tight lump in his throat. He quickly started to pant from the heat of fear rising in his gut. The ash didn't burn him much but just the thought of the lit end burning into his skin made his insides burn already. He closed his eyes tightly, wanting to be once again in Rikuo's arms and away from this Motel Hell.
"Kazahaya!" the psychic shouted as the clawed up door flung open and slammed into the wall next to it. Both the door and the wall tore on contact from the strong force that bashed them together. He gasped when he felt how low Kazahaya's life force was. It was holding on by a mer thread that was slowly breaking apart. He knew just from it that Leon had already been tearing away his soul. "I'm coming for you!"
"How pathetic." He tossed the small and almost dead cig down to the ground, trying to catch the green rug on the wooden floor aflame. Rikuo had other plans. He quickly made the small drug blow up into tiny pieces, sending the small lit parts everywhere. Most hitting in Leon's eyes because the two were so close. Others hit the rug and slowly caught it on fire just as Leon had planed. The medium screeched. He covered his eyes and rubbed them with rage that was burning more than the water growing in his stinging eyes. Leon's feet carried him back toward the window where he could jump out. "I'll have him later . . . " he roared demonically. His eyes gave the boy one last lustful look before bounding out of the window, keeping his life and the pendant.
"Hold on." Rikuo whispered to his weary partner. His mind was fogged up with smoke and made his vision dizzy. His will carried him on, coercing him to grab him into his arms then follow Leon out the window. He wasn't so lucky as Leon in landing on his feet. His body fell forward as soon as his feet touched face with the hard ground. Kudo was thrown from his arms and rolled helplessly on the ground several feet away from him. His ankle joints gave out on him but he sure didn't. He continued to labor on all fours over to the fallen Kazahaya. He yanked Kazahaya's body to his own and cradled him in his arms. His thumb went to his cheek to wipe away the black ash covering his beautiful pale face.
"Rikuo?" he asked in a raspy voice. The empath's teal eyes opened to small slits. Ash draped over his eyelashes. He was totally unaware of the burning building that had burst into a flame in a matter of minutes and the black covering his face. All he was thinking of was Rikuo.
"Yes, Kazahaya?" he asked, shifting his ankles to feel if they had regained their strength from the fall. They had and he was able to stand and walk again.
"I want to go home." He made a small whimpering noise and shifted so his face pressed to Rikuo's chest. He dragged his feet to curl up next to him.
"I'm not going to let you down here. This is your first mission and you can't fail it. I won't let you." His words were soft, not like the normal mocking and tough Rikuo's. This one was quiet and caring. Tomorrow is the day I'll get back at Leon for putting you down like this. "Hey Kazahaya . . . " Rikuo said and cupped his chin in his palm. He tilted it up and smiled at him, drawing a small line along his frowning lips. "Don't be sad. It doesn't suit you."
Kudo gave a slight smile that grew into a bigger one. He stuffed his head back into his chest, nuzzling him some with his nose. "I won't." For you.
