Yup, I'm back. Aren't
you guys glad to see me?
Poe: well yeah, they are
mansex deprived readers!
Me: Yeah, well, they'll have to be deprived a little longer…. That aside, at least I got this
chapter up. It took a while since I was gone for seven days total on camping
trips. But, you guys probably don't care about that. Instead, I just want you
guys to know that at this point it's Saturday in the story. Well, for the first
part at least. It's important because we're counting down to the party thing.
Does anyone remember that:crickets: No? Oh well. Enjoy.
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"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED BACK THERE!" roared the chief, his face burning red with anger. Link flinched and looked away, noting that the harsh tone made Yuki shudder as the man stared down at the floor miserably. Neither of them had anything to say, but Rikuo, noting his boyfriend's shaking, sure had a hell of a lot.
"Jeez, could you be any goddamned louder? I think I can still hear in my left ear!"
"Oh, ha ha, very funny Saerchi. At least it would be if you hadn't let Dark Link slip by you AGAIN!"
"And I told you that it couldn't be helped! You had Yuki and me patrolling the international district! How the hell could we get to the damned place on time?" Rikuo shouted back, slamming his fist down on the table to emphasize his point. The chief glared daggers at him before sitting back into his chair and turning his gaze to Link. "And what about you Lennings? Where the fuck were you?"
Link gulped as he felt Ronalds' eyes bore holes into his skull. There was no way around it. "I, I was on eleventh, sir."
"If you were so close to the site of the robbery, than how the hell did you miss him?" yelled the chief with new enthusiasm. Link gulped again as he stood there fidgeting. He felt like some stupid toddler that got in trouble for stealing a cookie. "Well, you see sir, I got the call from Ri— I mean Saerchi (A/N when speaking to a superior, the officers are to call one another by their last names) – I did get out and looked for him, but I realized that I had forgotten to get a description of the robber…"
"You didn't bother to get a description?" the chief yelled incredulously, making Link feel that much more idiotic. "No sir, I didn't."
"Shit Lennings, I thought you knew better than that! Surely you called back to get a description?" The three detectives looked at one another before Link shook his head shamefully. "No sir. I thought I would be able to spot him anyway. I guessed that I would know a thief when I saw one…"
"Well you fucking guessed wrong!"
"Sir, if I might interject on Lennings' behalf," Yuki stated weakly. Link blinked before turning and whispering, "Yuki, you don't have to…"
"Go on Osara, what is it you want to say?" Ronalds urged making Yuki flinch. "Y-you see sir, what with Lennings previous encounter with Dark Link, I don't think it would have mattered whether or not he got the description. If he had seen the thief, he would surely have recognized him and taken him in, sir."
"Is that so? So you're saying that when looking for a criminal, you don't need to know what he looks like?" the chief accused. Yuki shook his head stuttering, "W-well, n-no, but s-sir…"
"Oh, so one does need to know?"
"Y-yes sir, but…
"But what! Are you trying to tell me that Lennings here is a 'special' case? That surely the all knowing Lennings would know what the criminal looked like? Well!" Ronalds suddenly shouted, his palms hitting the table with such power that the floor shook beneath their feet. A yelp escaped Yuki and he jumped back, his head bowed submissively. "I, I'm s-sorry sir!"
"Hey, back off old man! Yuki was giving a valid point! He knows what that bastard looks like, so if had seen him, he would have kicked his ass! But he didn't, so the fact that he didn't have a description doesn't merit shit!" Rikuo countered, slamming his own palms on the desk so the two were face to face. Yuki continued to stare down at the floor while Link watched on dazedly.
The chief grimaced before backing away and turning his back on the group. "Fine, have it your way. Now get!" Link and Yuki didn't need to be told twice as they hastened to the door, but Rikuo stood his ground as he glared at the chief. Yuki paused at the door before mouthing to his partner that they should go. It didn't seem to get across to the man though. "Chief, you owe Yuki an apology."
"Rikuo?" said Yuki, shocked and appalled as he gave his partner a look of complete disbelief. Rikuo wasn't one bit put off by his boyfriend's outburst. There was awkward silence before Yuki begged, "Don't do this, just let it go. Come on, let's go and… I don't know! Just please don't do this now!"
"Well chief?" Rikuo asked, ignoring Yuki's pleads as he continued to glare. No one got away with yelling at Yuki, and that was final. Link looked on at the scene, intrigued. Did having his boyfriend yelled at matter so much that Rikuo felt the need to order his boss around? There was very awkward silence before the chief gave an audible sigh. "No Osara, he's right. I'm sorry I got snippy with you. Now if you three don't mind, I have some work of my own to do, so please leave."
"Yes sir," replied Rikuo, some irritation still evident in his voice as he turned and stomped from the room. Yuki followed quickly after, and once out a hearing distance of the office said, "Rikuo, you idiot! What was that all about?"
"He had no right," Rikuo replied gruffly, punching the button to call the elevator with unneeded force. Yuki glared at his with a gaze that was both questioning and aggravated. "No right to do what!"
"Yell at you of course! You're my lover and as such I won't just stand by while he, or anyone else for that matter, chews you out!" Yuki's anger suddenly dissipated as he blinked up at the man. Without warning, a small smile crept onto his face before he flung himself against Rikuo, their lips meeting. It didn't take long for Rikuo to hug his boyfriend close to himself, their tongues entangling lovingly. Link stood by, rolling his eyes. They were so predictable.
"Hey, um… it looks like you guys are busy, so I'll just go ahead, ok?" Link asked, not really expecting an answer as he stumbled into the suddenly quiet, awe-shocked crowd in the open elevator. (A/N. seeing two hot guys making out does that to a crowd.)
He hated to admit it, but he was pretty envious of the couple. They didn't seem to give a damn who saw them or knew what they did. They weren't at all secretive about their romance and, if given the chance, they would probably gladly announce it to the world (Well, Rikuo at least). Link though didn't have that option. He couldn't just go ahead and announce his current love life to his closest family and friends, let alone the world. If anyone knew he was dating the precinct's most wanted, it would be the end of him. But it got harder and harder to keep it a secret. Yuki and Rikuo already knew that he was dating some guy, and even his mother had her suspicions, (mother's instinct as she put it). This whole thing was ridiculous. As far as the voice was concerned, (it had decided to start speaking to him again that morning) the whole problem would be solved if he stopped being stupid and arrested the guy; or at the very least stopped seeing him!
But Link knew better. It wouldn't be nearly that simple. Maybe if it was just a fling, he could. But it wasn't. His feelings were real.
He was in love with the thief.
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"I'm going out," Dark Link announced as he strolled down the dark and dingy hallway of his apartment building. He carefully watched where he stepped, avoiding the conked out druggies that were sprawled out on the ground here or there, covered with their own drool and vomit. The god awful smell was enough to make any normal person want to hurl themselves, but Dark Link – like many of the other people staying there – had gotten used to it over time. It still made his stomach churn, but most things in this dump did that so it wasn't anything knew.
A man in a black suit walked up to him, stopping him in front of the stairs to the base floor. "Where the hell do you think you're going?"
"Like I said, I'm going out. Now shove off," said Dark Link irritably, shoving the man out of his way. Infuriated, the man stepped back before winding up and punching at him; Dark Link easily dodged it and continued down the stair, ignoring the curses that followed him.
He arrived at the ground floor, which was much better kept than the apartments. The building had once been a small hotel and still had most of the same furniture lying about the lobby. The boss liked to keep this area nice so as to attract more minions and prostitutes. The man was a jack of all trades really; he dealt out drugs and weapons, along with selling people from off the street to whore houses and such. He was the ringleader of gangs, had partnerships with pimps, and had his hands in just about every drug scandal. All this, and yet the outside world had no idea he was such a criminal. He was seen as a kind and decent man, but those who worked under his dictatorship knew better; he was evil through and through.
There was another pair of men in black at the main door, but these two merely scowled at him with disdain and muttered a reminder to be back by curfew. Dark Link didn't even bother to nod his head in recognition; he didn't expect to be back in time. Whenever he went out to do what he had planned for the evening, he always lost track of time and was called back. He hated it when his beeper would go off and remind him of his imprisonment. He was a prisoner with no where to go.
But now he did.
He stalked away from the building, winding through alleyways. He ignored the pleas for help from the homeless and the wolf whistles from dirty men. He simply walked by it all, deaf to any and all cries. Well, all except for one.
"No! Get off you dirty old man! Get your fucking hands off me!" cried what sounded to be a young boy. There was then the sound of cloth tearing and more cries. Dark Link clenched his fists tight before looking down the alleyway that the noise had sprung from.
Though it was dark and dank, Dark Link could spot two forms; one was definitely a young boy, probably not much older than thirteen. The other was an older man, though his age was undistinguishable. The man had the boy pinned to the wall with one hand while the other was busy doing things that Dark Link would have rather not thought about. Bright red from yelling and his shirt torn, the boy kicked and shook, trying desperately to get away. Laughing, the man yanked the boy's pants down and spun his so the boy faced the wall. Frightened and well aware of what the man had planned, the boy screamed at him, begging him not to do it. Dark Link couldn't take anymore.
"Hey you fucker, leave that child alone!" he swore as he marched down the alley. The child looked up, his eyes glistening with tears; the old man however, scowled and flipped him off. "Fuck off! He's mine, I got 'im first!"
"You're not getting anything but a good ass-kicking," gritted Dark Link through his teeth, grabbing the man by the back of his coat and throwing him against the opposite wall. He got up and charged, his fists flying; Dark Link ducked and head butted him in the stomach before straightening up giving him a kick to the skull. The man stumbled about a little before sinking to the ground unconscious. Sure that the man was going to be out for a while, Dark Link turned back to the young boy. "Are you alright child?"
The boy merely glared at him as he pulled his tight-fitting pants back up and bent down to pick up the shreds that were once his shirt. Dark Link decided not the push the subject. He whipped off his black leather jacket, wrapping it around the boys small frame saying, "Whatever. I suggest you go back to wherever you belong before another guy tries to pull that on you. A child like you shouldn't be on the streets."
"…I'm not a child damn it," the boy swore, whipping around to face the thief. "I sure as hell don't need your help! I can take care of myself!" Dark Link raised an eyebrow questioningly, which in turn agitated the boy even more. He grabbed at the leather jacket, tossing it back to Dark Link. "I don't! I don't need anyone's help!"
"Yes, you do. You're only a child…"
"So? No one seems to care about that! And since no one here will help me, I'll help myself!" yelled the boy, stepping closer to the thief. Dark Link could finally pick out the details of the boy's looks; he had fiery red hair and big ruby eyes to match. He was most definitely no older than thirteen with a small body frame and light tan. There was no doubt in Dark Link's mind; he was one of hers. "Look, child…"
"I'm not a kid!"
"Well than, might you tell me your name?" The boy blinked up at him, hemming and hawing until finally replying, "It's Poe."
"Well than Poe, I would suggest getting out of your business while you still can," said Dark Link knowingly. Poe frowned before looking away. "What the hell do you think I was doing? I hate it there. I hate being one of her good-for-nothing sluts, I hate it! But there's nothing I can do! Every time I try to get away, I'm always caught. I'm out of options! I have no choice!"
"But you do. No matter what, people always have an option."
"Didn't you get anything that I said!" Poe yelled, his eyes starting to water. Dark Link sighed sadly, shaking his head. "Forget it. I suggest you go back to your mistress. You're better off there than on the streets. She'll take care of you better than any of these bastards."
"How would you know! You don't even know who I work for!" Poe yelled angrily. Dark Link merely smirked as he tossed his coat back at the boy. "Nah, I know exactly who you work for; you're just her type. As bitchy as she is, she does treat her toys well. Trust me, I know."
"Wait—what! Where the hell are you going?"
"Forget it. If you still want out of that whore house, call that number," said Dark Link as he walked away. Poe stood there puzzled before swearing under his breath and putting the jacket on; it was cold out. He didn't know who the hell that guy was, but he was sure a real nutcase…
He froze as his hands found some paper in the pocket. Curious, he pulled it out to find a phone number and the word "detective". It couldn't be…
"….That bastard. I told him I didn't need help, but he didn't listen. Why's he even bothering…?" He sighed, stuffing the paper back into his pocket as he walked away. He would never understand grownups.
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It was quite dark when Link arrived at his apartment. While the chief had said he decided to let them get away with their screw-up, Yuki, Rikuo and he all still ended up with a huge crap-load of office work. Link had stayed overtime the previous evening, (A/N. Saturday) and did it yet again that night, (A/N. Sunday) to try to get it all done, telling his friends that it was because he wanted it all out of the way. This though was a lie. He was simply taking advantage of doing something to get his mind off of Dark Link. It seemed that nowadays, everything had something to do with him.
He let a sigh escape him as he turned the key in the lock. The voice was muttering angrily that he was also hardly getting any sleep, which was true. He had been getting to work early and getting home late for quite sometime, partly because sleeping meant dreaming, and dreaming meant thinking about doing "that" with Dark Link. He could feel his face heat up just thinking about it.
He didn't even bother to turn on the light in his apartment. He merely tossed his coat unceremoniously into the darkness, pulled off his shoes and stumbled through the darkness into his bedroom which was dimly lit by the lamp on his bedside table. Wait… what was his light doing on? He disregarded it and moved to his bed, unbuttoning his shirt and shrugging it off. Link was undoing his belt when he heard the click of his door closing. He froze for a moment before realizing it was probably just a gust of wind. However, a gust of wind didn't explain the sound of the door locking, or the soft chuckle that emanated from that corner. Startled, Link grabbed his gun off his belt and spun around, pointing it at the source.
"Now, now, detective, I thought we were done with pointing guns," the voice murmured, stepping into the lamp light. Link's arm fell to his side as he stared incredulously. "Dark Link? W-what are you doing here?"
"Why, I'm here for you."
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I'm sorry! Don't hurt me:hides: I know it's another awful cliffhanger, but it can't be helped. The next
chapter is going to be a long one, and this was already pretty long, so yeah…
Poe: But why did you make me
a child prostitute? You pervert!
Me:
Well, originally you weren't, but a few days ago I thought about having a
little boy-slut to remind Dark Link of his old days and than, you became the
boy-slut. But hey, you're part of the story! And I do have plans for you. (this story is constantly changing...)
Poe: I still hate you so
much. Bitch. :flicks me off:
Me: I have your fate
in my hands. I don't suggest you tork me off. Any who, sorry for the wait and
the cliffy, but please, bear with me. Oh, and I won't be updating for probably
another two or three weeks because I'm going on a week long mission trek with
my church. comments please, but don't hurt meh….
