Dangerous Love
Day Fifteen: Light
Kasamatsu stepped out into the hallway. The lighting from the hallway created a yellowish-orange glow, making the teenager squint. He followed closely behind Luca, staring at the paintings that hung from the walls. He bumped into the taller man's back when he stopped, having not been paying attention to the brunette. Luca threw a glance at him over his shoulder before he continued to lead Kasamatsu down the hallway.
The pair entered an elevator and Kasamatsu watched as Luca swiped a card before he pushed the button for the highest floor. Floor 40. In under a minute they reached their destination.
Luca opened the door to his room and ventured inside, holding the door for the teen. Kasamatsu made a beeline for the window while Luca shut the door behind him. The raven haired teen liked the fact that the window reached from floor to ceiling, from one end of the wall to the other.
Kasamatsu pressed his hands against the glass, staring into the outside world. The view almost reminded him of Tokyo, with it's bright glittering lights scattered throughout the entire city. It was beautiful. The teen lowered his gaze from all the flashing lights and peered down. From the fortieth floor, no one would be able to survive the fall, he thought.
Almost hypnotized by the thought, Kasamatsu pressed against the glass just a bit harder as he stared into the dark abyss of the sidewalks below. As if sensing his dark thoughts, Luca cleared his throat, diverting Kasamatsu's attention from the window. The high school student turned on his heel, staring at Luca silently.
"You can take a shower. When you're finished, I will clean and wrap the cuts on your wrists." Luca placed a small medical kit down on one of the dressers. "All right?"
"Okay." Kasamatsu agreed compliantly. The raven head walked into the spacious, marble bathroom and shut the door behind him. He looked around, noting everything about the no-doubt expensive, fancy hotel they were in. Kasamatsu found it funny; thinking that it was much better than the scummy, dirt bag motels Aomine and him stayed in.
Kasamatsu came to realize that despite the horrible motels, it somehow managed to feel like home. Unlike this place which felt cold. The steel-blue eyed teenager figured that it must be the people one is with which makes a home feel like home. Kasamatsu sighed. He stripped his dirty clothes off in preparation for his shower.
When Kasamatsu finished his shower, the teenager shut off the hot water and stepped out. He stared down at the fluffy bathmat under his feet before he walked to the mirror. It was covered in steam so he reached forward and wiped his hand along it. Kasamatsu stared at his reflection. He had bags under his eyes and a small bruise on his forehead. The steel-blue eyed teen poked it, unsure of where it came from.
From what he remembered, Kasamatsu was chloroformed. He was sure he was also knocked unconscious from a hit to the back of his head, which would explain the pain from that location. Kasamatsu grabbed a big white towel and dried himself off. The teen also noticed that there was a pile of clean clothes on the counter, meaning that at some point Luca had come in a placed them there. Kasamatsu was annoyed at the fact that his privacy was invaded but he thought that maybe it would be a good idea to not cause a disturbance with Luca. He did not want to go back to being bound.
Kasamatsu sighed softly and begrudgingly put the new articles of clothing on. Once he was fully dressed, he exited the bathroom. The high school student gave the brunette a small glare which the Italian returned with an apologetic look.
The captured teen took a seat on one of the fancy-looking love seats and folded his arms over his chest. He noticed Luca staring at him, and it made him feel even more annoyed but also on edge. Eventually, Kasamatsu blurt out, "What?"
Luca blinked and focused on the teen properly. "Sorry," He apologized, turning away with the decency to look embarrassed. "Those clothes suit you better than the dirty t-shirt and sweats you previously wore." The man said.
Kasamatsu glanced down at his attire. The man had given him black pants and dark blue button-up dress shirt. He assumed that he needed to at least look presentable with his meeting with Luca's employer. Kasamatsu did not know how to respond so he settled for turning his head away.
"Let me take care of those cuts." Luca offered, motioning for Kasamatsu to take a seat across the table from him. Kasamatsu nodded mutely and sat in front of Luca, presenting his wrists to the older man. Luca pulled the medical kit closer to him and opened it. Kasamatsu stared at it, thinking back to only a few days ago when he had to bandage Aomine's arm up.
He briefly wondered if the assassin got on the plane back to Japan, leaving him to fend for himself. Kasamatsu was stunned from his thoughts when Luca dabbed rubbing alcohol on his wrists, burning him. The teen watched him clean the small cuts before putting cream on it before he wrapped his wrists in bandages.
When he was done, Kasamatsu gazed out the large window, staring into the night sky which was lit up from the bright city lights below. A thought occurred to him. He asked Luca, "Where are we right now?"
Kasamatsu was sure they were still in America but he did not know where. Aomine never exactly told him what state they were in either but he suspected they could have been in California. If that was the case then he was sure they were still there. Kasamatsu eyed Luca who seemed to be contemplating over whether or not to tell him their location.
The younger man could see Luca slowly giving in. The older of the two sighed. "We're in LA." Luca told him as he ran a hand through his chocolate brown hair.
"Los Angeles..." Kasamatsu whispered.
The teenager went back to staring out the window. He was so far from home, far from all the danger his father caused his family. Despite being so far away, trouble still managed to find him. And they got him.
Kasamatsu got up and returned back to his spot on the love seat. He leaned into the soft, welcoming cushions and only now realized how heavy his eyelids were. He was tired; exhausted from everything that happened, both physically and mentally. The raven head was sleepy, especially after that hot shower. Kasamatsu took comfort in the love seat and closed his eyes, drifting into a deep sleep.
xXx
Kasamatsu woke up to Luca shaking him gently. The raven haired teenager sat up straight, tiredly rubbing at his heavy eyes. "What time is it?" He asked quietly.
"9:00 AM," Luca replied. Kasamatsu peered at the window, seeing all the tall skyscrapers around their hotel. The window reflected the morning sunlight, giving off a blinding glare. The brunette cleared his throat, drawing Kasamatsu's attention back to him. "My employer should be here in an hour."
Kasamatsu made a face. "Why do you keep saying employer?" He questioned.
Luca faltered. He scratched his head, "Well, the man who hired me isn't exactly my real boss... I'm a-"
"A hitman..." Kasamatsu finished. The teen shifted awkwardly when he realized that he was sort of similar to Aomine. However Aomine was an assassin, who killed or took on a job for profit for whatever organization he was in. While Luca on the other hand belonged to the underground world. Part of the people who could have killed his father, Kasamatsu knew.
The steel-blue eyed teenager got up from the love seat. His neck and back ached from having slept awkwardly. He rolled his shoulders and rubbed at his neck but that did nothing to ease the ache. A knock at the door made him freeze but when Luca opened it to reveal a middle aged woman with a tray, Kasamatsu relaxed.
The hitman greeted the woman with a warm smile, murmuring a thank you as he accepted the tray from her. The woman giggled as if Luca had just said the most humorous thing to her – and it made Kasamatsu roll his eyes. He vaguely wondered if automatically seducing woman was apart of being a hitman. Kasamatsu supposed that it could prove useful, in certain circumstances.
The older man closed the door with a soft click. Luca turned to Kasamatsu, holding up the tray. "Are you hungry, Yukio-kun?"
Kasamatsu was about to comment on being called by his first name but then another thought bubbled to the surface of his mind. "Why would you get room service for someone you're holding captive?" The teen asked, finding Luca very weird.
"Just because you're my prisoner for the time being doesn't mean I'm going to treat you like shit." Luca scoffed. He set the tray of food on the table and sat on the chair. "Besides," He added, "I'm not getting paid to rough you up and starve you."
Kasamatsu glared at Luca. Although the food did smell really good. The raven head's stomach grumbled and he flushed. Kasamatsu wrapped both arms around his stomach, as if that would silence it. The captive teenager hated the look which Luca gave him. He did not want to accept the food from the man but at the same time Kasamatsu had not eaten in over a day. And now that there was food right in front of him, he was beginning to crumble.
Luca pushed a plate over to Kasamatsu. It was a typical western breakfast, consisting of scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and hash-browns. The scent of the food made Kasamatsu's stomach rumble almost painfully.
After a few moments of Kasamatsu's inner turmoil, the teen eventually gave in to his needs. He grabbed the plate but not without giving the older man a suspicious look first. Luca raised his eyebrow before it dawned on him. "You think I could be poisoning you..." Luca mumbled in wonder.
"Well," Kasamatsu shrugged. "I wouldn't put it past anyone who is currently working with the people who killed my father." The teen retorted, ignoring the painful pang he felt in his heart.
Luca only nodded. "I can understand that," He picked up one of the forks. "But if it'll make you feel better, I'll take a bite."
Kasamatsu narrowed his eyes. "How do I know that one bite isn't the only part that you didn't poison?"
Luca started laughing. "Jesus, kid," He grinned, warm and kind. It made Kasamatsu frown. With the job Luca had, Kasamatsu half-expected for the man to have some sort of evil, diabolical laugh – the kind all villains had in cartoons. It annoyed the teen that he did not.
"Look," Luca continued once he finished laughing at Kasamatsu's untrustworthy nature. "If it bothers you that much then why don't I let you feed me any part you want?" The hitman suggested as he held the fork out for Kasamatsu to take. "The longer you take to decide, the colder your breakfast gets."
Kasamatsu snorted. "You're unbelievable." He commented.
"I'm unbelievable?" Luca questioned.
Kasamatsu just pushed Luca's hand away. "If you're willing to degrade yourself by being fed like a little baby then I guess I could trust that you didn't poison me."
"Thanks," Luca said sarcastically. He stood up to let Kasamatsu eat in peace. He turned back to the raven haired boy, "You know, you have quite the way with words." Luca told him.
Kasamatsu smirked. "Thanks."
xXx
When Kasamatsu finished eating, Luca had him cleaned up and ready to meet his employer. The hitman even gave Kasamatsu a black tie to complete his look. Kasamatsu felt as if he were dressed to meet some very important business man. Although he supposed the man whom he was meeting with was 'important' in a way, considering that he was the boss of some Mafia family.
Kasamatsu smoothed out the wrinkles of his shirt but faltered. He questioned why he was bothering to make himself look presentable. Especially in the presence of a man who could have had a hand in his father's death.
'I should be mad, angry... Raging, even.' Kasamatsu cursed at himself. His fingers curled in the fabric of his pants.
The young man decided that he hated himself. He hated the fact that he had been acting so compliantly for the hitman – when he should have been fighting. Aomine would want him to fight, wouldn't he?
Silently fuming, Kasamatsu glanced at Luca. "If I attacked your employer, would you kill me?" He asked.
Luca stared at Kasamatsu with an unreadable expression. He turned his head away, averting his gaze. "I don't see any reason to kill you, but..."
"But?" Kasamatsu pressed.
Luca ducked his head, avoiding Kasamatsu's fiery steel-blue eyed stare. "But if he ordered me to..."
"Hey, it the price is right, huh?" Kasamatsu scoffed. He ran a hand through his raven black hair. Luca did not respond, making the high school student smile apathetically. "Good to know..."
Anyone else like Luca? We'll be seeing more of him ;D
Find out what happens next in tomorrow's theme: Dream.
~WinterAssassin~
