Chapter Three: Tearing One from the Other
"Ugh . . . " was the call of Kazahaya the next morning. Instead of being in his bed and sleeping in like he should be, he was leaning over the trash can next to his bed. An awful stench filled the room. It was the smell of vomit. "I must have eaten something that made me sick cause I sure had a funky dream to go along with it . . . "
"What's wrong with you?" Rikuo asked as he sat up. He had removed his long sleeved black shirt sometime during the night because the rooms got hot during the cool nights. Kazahaya was too tired to care and left his shirt on.
"I think I got sea sick . . . " Kudo said in a sick voice. He wiped his lips clean using his shirt. He moved over to his dresser to pull out some clothes that he could wear outside of the room other than his pajamas. In the drawer that contained his pants, he found a little surprise. "What's this . . . ?" he asked. He pulled out his favorite pair of jeans that were ripped and torn from his knees up and barely below his butt. Barely any of the cloth was in tact and it showed most of his skin. "What happened to my jeans?"
"I thought those looked better on you." Rikuo chuckled. He gave a sly grin and a teasing wink. "Go ahead and slide them on." The psychic laid sprawled out on the edge of the bed, his arms laid one atop of the other so that his chin rested upon his top arm. His gaze was focused onto the blushing boy in front of him.
"I'm NOT putting on that ripped up piece of shit!" Kazahaya shouted. He threw the jeans on top of Rikuo's face and stormed out of the room mumbling, "Stupid pervert . . . "
"I'll help you put them on." Rikuo's teasing voice made the empath shiver. He picked the jeans off of him and noticed the pink roses that sat neatly in the chair next to Kazahaya's bed. "What's this?" he curiously picked up the card that sat next to the lovely roses. He frowned at the card then grinned once more. He quickly chased after Kazahaya with the card waving around in his hand. "So that's why you got back so late! You're such a tearaway when it comes to dating. Working your way up to being a pimp, Kazahaya?"
"What the Hell are you . . . " his voice trailed off into nothingness when he saw the card. He ran up to him to grab it from him but Rikuo's heights earned him an advantage when it came to keeping stuff up high. "I don't like him and I want nothing to do with him! I want to be your one and only and you know that. I love you Rikuo."
"Such sweet words for such a naughty boy." He finally gave the love note back to Kazahaya. "I'll keep you from that dirty pervert."
"You said that last time . . . " he spoke in a whisper. He was referring to his first mission ever and how Rikuo had promised him to stay close and keep him safe. But he ended up wanting to go home after it and attracted their target toward him.
"That was just to toughen you up." Rikuo promised. He nuzzled his cheek with his nose then looked up to see Leon striding down the hall not even six feet away behind Kazahaya.
"Ah, Kazahaya. You were beautiful last night." Leon said with a mocking smile. He stopped between the two of them and scooted his way between Rikuo and Kazahaya. He stroked the empath's cheek gently with the hind of his hand. His gestures made the boy shudder in disgust. "You told me you couldn't dance but you truly could."
"Go away." Rikuo ordered him. He moved to grip his shoulder with his hand when Leon took a grab for Kazahaya. He saw the way Leon positioned him and didn't like it. It was the way two people would start before a dance to an instrumental song.
"What are you doing?" Kazahaya growled. Leon's words reminded him of the dream that came to him last night. It was all coming back to him. The moon, the dance floor, even Leon. He took a step back but Leon followed his movements. He took another. Leon followed. It was the same way with every step he took.
"That's enough!" Rikuo's voice boomed through the halls in a yell. He jerked Leon's arms and body away from Kazahaya. "I've had it with you." Two strong hands gripped Leon's shoulders hard enough to bring bruises and shoved him into the wall. The wall and pictures rattled at Rikuo's strength pushing the object against it. "You'll leave him alone, got it?" Rikuo's dark tone was threatening.
"Fine." He agreed. Rikuo let him loose after he took his sights off of Kazahaya. Leon kept his eyes on Rikuo's just as he did his other victims. He waited until Rikuo was facing his back to him to slide something into Rikuo's butt pocket. His lips made their way behind Rikuo's earlobe and lingered there before talking. "You hate him for what he's done . . . hate him for dancing with me."
"Leave, now!" the psychic's arm swung around to slap his face away from his head and his body. What he had thought was Leon, was nothing more than a figment of his imagination. There was nothing there. Nothing behind him. For some reason when he looked back, he felt a strange heat that he could not describe over come him. Anger? No, he wasn't angry. But that's what he could of sworn it was. He felt his mind slowly slip away from him as he turned back around to face Kazahaya. His vision blurred into darkness and soon it was black. He was still conscious but his mind didn't function. He felt strange and different now for some reason. His pupils suddenly disappeared as if they never really existed. His eyelids fell at the halfway point of his eyes.
Kazahaya quickly noticed this look. "What's wrong, Rikuo?" he asked. He felt his feet drag him back. Because it was fear? He had never really feared Rikuo and completely adored him after he told him he loved him. But this look seemed . . . scary.
"You actually danced with him?" Rikuo's threatening voice kept on. He could tell this scared Kudo by the way he turned to run. His strong fingers quickly wrapped around his slim arm and forced him back. He pulled him close so that their eyes locked and if either one of them moved their face, their noses would touch. "You're such a slut. You know that?"
"Let go of me!" Kudo cried. He found it useless to struggle because of Rikuo's mighty strength. He did the only thing he could do. He slapped him hard across the cheek. This seemed to do the trick. Rikuo had let his arm loose to touch his cheek that flamed with pain. By the time he looked back to Kazahaya, he was running down the hall.
Leon peeked over to Rikuo who was standing alone in the hall now. He was just standing there, dead and emotionless like the soulless corpse he was. He had been there for a long while now and had been watching from a nearby corner. Actually, this was part of his plan. Leon moved behind him and dug back through his back pocket. "Your work is done. But you'll forget this moment and relive it in your dream tonight."
As he pulled his hand from his pocket, a small object shimmered in the light. It was the black diamond. After retrieving his item, he disappeared just as fast as he came.
Rikuo looked around the hall, finding no one there. He didn't remember being in the hall by himself. He remembered Kazahaya with him. Where could he have gone to? He felt a throbbing pain on his cheek and didn't remember having that either. He brought his hand back to his cheek where a little hand imprint rested where Kazahaya's hand had been. He noticed something as he brought his hand up. There were water droplets on them. They looked almost like tears! "Kazahaya . . . ?"