Thank you for the reviews! This story is so fun to write, because I'm obsessed with Kevin and Bryan is like, my second most favorite character. I think this is a good introduction for me to write for the Blitzkrieg Boys. What do you guys think about that?
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Bryan's POV.
Why do they always paint bathroom this color?
Why is that ceiling light not working?
Why did that choose that color tile for the floor?
Why is Kevin not here yet?!
I've been standing here for an hour. I saw him with a Coke earlier, and this is the closest bathroom to the White Tiger's locker room. My back is getting sore; I've been leaning against the wall around the corner for too long. But I'm afraid to leave; the first matches start soon, and if he doesn't show up, I'll have to come up with a new plan.
Wait… Oh my god! The door is opening! I can't see who it is though. Please, please, please…
Uggh. Just a fan. "No, you may not have my autograph. Piss off." I spit at him, watching his face fall. He turns away and goes into a stall. As I watch the door to the stall he entered angrily, the door opens again. Before I can even pay it any attention, in paces the boy I've been waiting for; all five feet of him. He doesn't notice me; he just slides in front of a mirror and starts messing with his hair. I want to ruffle it, it's so cute. It dawns on me then that there are bathrooms in the locker rooms, and I suppress a swear. So it was pure luck that he ended up here. Maybe he just wanted to get away from bitchy teammate. I don't blame him.
He turns. There he is, that clear face, those gorgeous eyes, and what's this? He hasn't been sleeping much? Poor thing. It's about then that he notices me, and freezes. Fear rushes onto his face. He stops completely, arms frozen at his sides as he stares at me, wide-eyed. Well, now or never.
"Hey-"
A loud flush. The kid in the stall is done. I clam up, keeping my eyes fixated on Kevin as the boy leaves the stall, washes his hands, and looks awkwardly between myself and the most adorable neko-jin ever born. I shoot him a quick glare and he races out. I think my staring at Kevin kept him frozen still, so I'm glad that I can be so scary. But now I don't want him to be afraid of me. I want to cuddle up with him and hear him pure. So I try again.
"Um… Hi."
Way to go, Casanova. He swallows.
"Uh…"
How cute! He's speechless too! I'm getting cocky and I recognize it, and keep my reserve.
"Are you battling?" Aha! A reasonable question. My heart sinks as he shakes his head no, a little too quickly. I think I'm frowning now, and moving toward him. He's backing away. No, no, stand still! I just want to touch you, just one more time…
"Go away!" He snaps. I blink. He's pressed against the wall, and I'm only a foot from him. Shit, Bryan, make this right or you'll never see him naked!
"No, I just-"
But he's not listening. He's darting past me. Instinctively, I reach out and catch his upper arm, pulling him back too me. My god, he's so light, it would be so easy to just throw him to the floor and have my way.
"Lemme go!" He cries. I can tell that he's horrified. Don't be, please! Please just listen to me, I just want to have sex! Is that so bad? I tug him back and press him against the wall. He's kicking now, and as he opens his mouth to call for help, I feel myself clap a hand over his mouth. He kicks harder.
"Listen, I don't want to hurt you!" I snap. White lie. I have a thing for bondage, and it involves abuse. But I definitely can't say that now. He doesn't stop kicking and I'm panicking. What if someone else comes in?
"Okay, if you just listen to what I have to say I'll let you go. Deal?" I ask quickly, feeling the worry mount in my stomach. He hesitates and nods. His lips are so soft against my hands! He's so small, I'm covering the whole lower half of his face. God, why is that such a turn on for me?
I pull my hand away. He bites his lip and fights a whimper. He's so scared, I feel awful about that. I loosen my grip on his arm, but there's no way I'm letting him go. His warmth is making me all fuzzy inside.
"I don't want to hurt you, okay?" I repeat. He just looks at me. He blinks. His eyes look like they might start watering. If he keeps this cuteness up, I'm going to get wood.
"I just… I want you."
Wait… what? Did I just say that? He's wondering the same thing, I can tell. 'I want you'? Who the hell says that? His eyes are even wider now, his face pale. Come on, kid, please tell me you want it as badly as I want to give it. Please tell me you've been secretly feeling the same way, so we can go find a storage closet somewhere and mess around until everyone in the whole stadium is long gone. Please, please, please.
"Wha-… bu-… No!" He cries. His voice breaks. I'm so overcome with longing and horror that I can't speak. No? He doesn't want it? Aren't I attractive enough for him?
"No, let go of me!" He snaps again, as if he didn't already crush my hopes. He pulls himself out of my grip and darts across the room. I have my senses back now, or at least, enough to turn and call after him.
"You'll change your mind!"
Okay. I recognize that I sounded extremely angry when I said that. And that my fists are now clenched and I'm shaking with rage. But he will, won't he? He'll come back and apologize, and let me handcuff him to something sturdy. He'll come back. But the thought isn't calming me. I turn, roar with anger, and pound a fist into the door of the closest stall. It dents drastically, leaving a huge indent where my fist hit. I hardly feel the throbbing of my knuckles. Now the anger is overcoming the hope and eagerness.
How dare he? How dare that little brat turn me down? He'll pay. I'll make him pay. Oh yes, he'll be sorry. I smile, and begin to laugh sadistically. I look at the same mirror he had checked his hair in, and slammed by fist into it. It cracked in a starburst effect, three pieces falling into the sink below. He'll pay. He'll be sorry. I'll make him sorry.
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Kevin's POV.
Holy shit! I can't believe what just happened. I'm shaking uncontrollably. I tighten the ball I'm curled into and lean into the lockers more heavily. I'm in a corner, out of sight from Lee and Mariah. They don't know I'm back yet. I hold my breath and stare wide-eyed at the floor.
I thought he wanted to kill me. Was that what the other look meant, the one I couldn't figure out? He wants to have sex with me? That's… that's so gross! I'm a guy, he's a guy! That's so wrong! I mean, I have nothing against homosexuality. Really, I don't. But I'm not gay. I have a girlfriend back home. I miss her so much right now, like somehow her being here would deter Bryan completely. Call me naïve, but I don't even really know how gay people have sex… okay, I do, but I don't want to think about it. And Bryan wants to do that to me? Why is he so interested in me? I should report him. I should get a restraining order, I should tell Lee and Mariah. But I can't move from the spot I'm in. I keep shaking. Now I'm even more afraid of the Blitzkrieg Boys.
Damnit. Where is Gary? He's huge, he'll protect me. He always protects me. Where could he possibly be, I need him more then ever now!
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Bryan's POV.
"Bryan, what did you do?!" Tala barked. I closed the door to the locker room slowly behind me. An unnatural calm swept over me. I smiled.
"What ever do you mean, Tala?" I ask, perhaps too innocently. His glare intensifies.
"They found the big White Tiger unconscious in an empty hallway. You did that, didn't you?"
I smile. Oh, yes I did. I found out that Gary was blading in Kevin's place, and I flipped. So what? Now Kevin will have to face me. And I'll have him.
"What makes you think I did anything? The fat bastard probably just ate himself into sedation."
Ian smirks. Tala glares at him momentarily before looking back at me. "They'd better not be able to trace it back to you. If we get disqualified because you want to rape a little kid, you'll be sorry as hell."
"Whatever." I roll my eyes, irritated with his worrying. We'll be fine. By the time Gary wakes up to tell what happened, I'll have taken Kevin and the two of us will have disappeared for good. But I'm not saying that to Tala. He rolls his eyes.
"I assume you'll take the match against your little lover?"
Damn him repeatedly. His saying that just reminded me of Kevin's reaction to my confession. That look of horror and disgust, him shouting No! and running away. I clench my teeth absent mindedly. Forget cuddling, I'm going to be mean. I'm going to hurt him.
I sit down on the bench and take out my blade, studying it. This just isn't fair. How am I supposed to get such a fragile thing to love me? I get that I'm intimidating, but why can't he see through that? I guess I'll let my match with him decide how I'm going to treat him once I have him to myself. Maybe he'll turn around when he see's what I'm capable of. Maybe he'll recognize his feelings for me.
Or maybe not. But time will tell. I know I've been saying that a lot, but it's true. Look at what time has shown so far; I'm completely obsessed with another human being for the first time in my life, and he's horrified of me. I didn't know any of that three weeks ago. It happened with time. So we'll just have to wait and see.
"Okay." Ian mumbled. I looked up to find the clock reading twelve in the afternoon. "Time to go."
I smile. Time to claim him, I inwardly correct.
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Kevin's POV.
I'm still shaking. All around us are screaming fans, pumping their fists in the air and calling out to us. I'm gripping the rim of the bench. Before us is the arena, and beyond that, our opponents. I'm freaking out, and I know it. Mariah is elbowing me and asking me what's wrong. And Bryan is smiling at me from across the way. He's not blinking, either. Finally, I look away. DJ Jazzman stands and announces the opening of the finals, and calls the first players to the ring. Across from us, Ian stands eagerly. Mariah slides to her feet gracefully, and paces across the open area, up the stares, and to her spot on the side of the ring.
Ian is a pervert. He's visibly giddy, and dumbstruck by Mariah's movements. She winks at him, and his face flushes before he growls. He says something that causes Mariah to laugh, and his glare to deepen. Jazzman starts the countdown, slow and even, before both Mar and Ian set they're blades and launch.
Naturally, Mariah is doing better then him. With each pounding of the two blades, my heart skips a beat. No matter who wins, I'm next, and Bryan won't stop looking at me. I shift closer to Lee and out of his view, but he moves too. I spot Tala rolling his eyes. He knows? Do they all know? Why aren't they stopping Bryan? But Tala looks away, enraged as Ian's blade flies from the dish in three uneven pieces. My eyes widen. Lee jumps to his feet and cheers while Mariah laughs triumphantly before thousands of people. Ian growls in defeat and slumps back to his team, Tala glaring at him the entire way. Jazzman announces the winner, and sentences me to death;
"Will the next bladers please enter the arena?"
My breath catches in my throat. "What?" I croak. Lee looks down at me and rolls his eyes.
"Well if you had been with us last night rather then sleeping in the other room, you'd have known that this is sudden death. Just go out there and win, Kevin, okay?"
I don't move. Bryan is standing now, smiling. He's moving toward the dish. Lee groans and hoists me up inconspicuously. I try to stop trembling, but as I fumble forward, I can't help but feel my face grow pale. No, stop it. You're on international television. I swallow and close my eyes. That's right, international TV. I sigh. He can't do anything to me here, or at least not anything that he might want to do. I take a deep breath and stop on my side of the dish, fists clenched. I can do this.
"Change your mind yet?" Bryan is asking, smiling suggestively at me. I glare at him.
"Three!... Two!..." I set my blade before me, as does Bryan. To hell with this guy, I'm going to win and make him look like an idiot before millions of people.
"One!"
Sparks fly. Blades collide in mid air, and smash into the ring with surprising power. We circle before Bryan encloses me, and I have to swerve to avoid a massive attack. I bite my lip. He's not watching his blade, he's watching me. I can use that to my advantage. Quickly, I double-take with my blade and bring it crashing into Bryan; it caught him off guard. His smile falters and his eyes fall away from me, but as I feel hope rushing too me, he attacks me right back. And then, all at once, he calls out his bit beast.
Wind swirls all around me. A huge hawk, or so it looked like, spread its wings high above me and screeched into the air. I look up at it, startled, and then back down at Bryan. I need to call out Galmon, and I need to do it now. But as I open my mouth, I feel a strong gust of wind blow me forward. It stops immediately, but leaves me struggling to keep my balance so I don't fall into the dish. Bryan is shouting something now, to the huge hawk. I can't make it out, but I think it's a move.
I feel rumbling. Something shifts violently beneath me before I realize that the dish is being torn apart below my feet. Chunks of cement are blown into chunky dust, and I choke, eyes squeezed closed. I can here Jazzman coughing too, and when I squint into the flying debris, I can tell that no one can see. No one except Bryan. Ahead of me, I can see two glowing orbs, the same color as Bryan's eyes. I flinch. What is he doing?! Something hits me from behind, and I'm flying toward the eyes. I yell, startled, until I hit something hard. Maybe a wall. But this wall grows arms that wrap around me. As I look up, eyes wide, I find Bryan's face looking down at me. I freeze before my situation dawns on me.
Oh NO! I scream and start struggling, shouting for help. I can here Lee calling my name, I can hear Jazzman calling for Bryan to stop immediately, but he just smiles at me wickedly.
"You'll see." He breaths. I scream again, and kick my legs rapidly, but I feel something strike me upside the head and suddenly, the world is falling away. A rock, flying around us at a startlingly fast speed, has struck my head. I realize this too late. As blackness takes over, I feel Bryan lifting off the ground, and hear his laughter.
Help me.
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Bryan's POV.
He's so cute when he's unconscious. And his blood is so warm, it's making me feel giddy all over again. It's drying now, I'm sad to realize. The rock had his him hard just above his left ear, and the crimson fluid has been streaking down the side of his face this whole time. He's lying on the floor with his head in my lap, and I can't stop stroking his hair. It's just so soft.
Cutthroat and cunning. Yeah, that's the White Tigers all right. Lee is going to kill me, and I know it. Bitchy girl is going to bitch more. I'm going to go to jail if they catch me. I'm in a world of trouble now, having kidnapped this amazing little fifteen year old boy. And everyone saw it, too. I closed my eyes and imagined the dust settling at the stadium, and Mariah screaming Kevin's name in despair. I can see Lee grabbing hold of Tala's shirt collar with murder in his eyes, shouting 'Where is he?!' at the top of his lungs, his voice riddled with rage.
I open my eyes. Kevin is being so good, not moving or struggling to get away. I know he's out cold, but still, it's almost like he's asleep in my lap. I look down at him. Even unconscious, he looks afraid. And then I remember the way he turned me down, destroyed whatever hope I had for us. I clenched my teeth.
Wait until he wakes up, I told myself for the umpteenth time. I went back to stroking his hair.
The huge bells of the clock tower began to ring. Being on the top floor, surrounded by huge gears that protruded from the walls at all sorts of angles, all slowly turning… well, you can imagine how loud the bell sounded. On three sides of me were the giant gears, and before us, the huge surface of the clock. I could see through it slightly, as the light from the late afternoon illuminated the huge circle. I studied it for a moment, reading it backwards. Four in the afternoon. I had pulled off the perfect move forty minutes into the tournament, and the kid has been out cold since. They're all probably frantic. I wish I could see their faces, so panicked and hopeless. It would have done my heart good.
But I've got something better. Something that will do every other part of my body good. I've got Kevin Ki.
Oh! He moved! I look down at him excitedly before checking my expression. I'm smiling. Can't have that, can we? I wash it away with the thought of how he ruined my chances at a relationship with him, and a look of tired anger takes over. That's better. Slowly, his eyelids begin to flutter, and then all at once, they blink open. Soft, swirling violet eyes gaze up at me absently a moment before widening considerably, probably as he recognized his situation. He moves to sit up and I catch him, shoving him to the dusty wooden floor. He cries out, but I don't care. No one can hear us up here; that's why I came here after all.
I switch positions so that I'm kneeling over him, one knee on either side of his stomach. I grab his forearms and pin them to the floor above his head. He cries out again before he starts blathering.
"No, stop, please let me go, don't!"
I scoff. Oh oh! He's squirming, my god I've been waiting for this. I lower myself onto him and smile a crooked, awkward smile. He gags and turns his face away, pleading louder as I expand the physical contact.
I don't have rope, or duct tape. I don't have a collar, or a choke ball, or a paddle. I don't even have hand cuffs. I recognize this and sigh. Damn it. Maybe I'll get some later. It's not like I'm going to let all the hard work of abducting him go to waste by letting him go free any time soon.
He's breathing deeply now, trying to calm down. His eyes are watering, and I recognize that perhaps his head is throbbing. The rock struck him pretty hard, anyway. Hard enough to keep him out for a few hours. He's rolling his head back to face me, and for some reason, I pull mine back a little to give him room to breathe. Why am I being considerate to him? I don't know. But I don't move back in.
"O-okay… Bryan, please…" He starts, not knowing what to say. I narrow my eyes curiously. What's he playing at now?
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Kevin's POV.
He smells strange. Not necessarily bad, just… foreign. I stare up at him pleadingly, tears about to break free and slide down my cheeks. My head is pounding, and his grip is so tight on my wrists that it hurts. My lower lip quivers. I have to keep talking, maybe I can talk some sense into him.
He must be sick in the head.
"Just… g-get off me, okay? S-so we can talk." I blather. I sound like an idiot. I don't even know where the hell we are, and yet he's hesitating. How am I supposed to run away? I can hear humming, like a motor. Cranking. I can see gears, in my peripheral vision. He hesitates.
"Why? I've been waiting so long for this, why the hell should I do anything you ask me too?" He snaps, suddenly angry. I flinch. He's so scary! A few tears escape. Still, I can hint something in his voice. I can't explain it, but he sounded like he was going to get off if I kept pushing. I swallowed and tried again.
"No, it's just… p-please, Bryan, please don't do this. We can talk, okay? Please… don't hurt me." I stutter. His face falters as I say this. I meant every word of it. I didn't want him to rape me, or hit me, or kill me. I just wanted to go home and go to bed. I never wanted to see him again. But for the moment, I have to deal with this as best as I can. Some amount of reason swirled in my head, but it wouldn't mix with the confusion and panic. It wouldn't touch the fear. So I had to cling to it myself.
And, miraculously, he sat up. He pulled my arms down and still held them, but he rolled off of me and pulled me up. He twisted my arms behind my back and held them there, sitting behind me. So he wasn't going to let me go, but at least he wasn't lying on top of me anymore. I caught my breath.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked hesitantly. Behind me, he remained silent. I blinked into the dim light and gazed upward. Owls and pidgins had roosted in the rafters of wherever the hell we were. They fluttered and cooed softly, but ignored us. I lowered by gaze. I was facing a wall of shifting gears. A trap door on the floor remained locked, and I could only imagine that a ladder ran to a lower floor just beyond it. A source of fading light came from behind me and Bryan. What was this, some sort of clock tower?
"B-Bryan, why did you kidnap me? Why are you doing this?" I ask again, shakily. He shifted.
"Because…" He began. I think he's searching for the right words. His grip is still painfully strong on my wrists.
"Because from the day I saw you, I've been obsessed. You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
My face screwed up. What? I knew I was cute, that much had been relayed to me by plenty of screaming fans. But why on earth did he think I was cute? Before I could ask, he kept going.
"Well, that was the reason at first." He said slowly. He sounds like he's figuring it out for himself, too. "Now, I see you and… you're just so small, all I want to do it tie you down and have my way. You're so weak, you know that? Utterly helpless." His breathing was growing heavier now, like he was longing for something he just couldn't have. I flinched.
"Why do you hate me, huh?" He said, changing the subject quickly. "Why won't you change your mind? I'll be gentle, if you just say yes. I love you."
My already stiff muscles grew even more tense. No no no! I bit my lip. Oh god, I think I just realized what he's talking about. Damn this youthful ignorance! He wants to have sex with me, here and now!
"You don't love me!" I cried before I could stop myself. "You probably don't even know what love is! You're just horny, Bryan, that's all! Please don't do this to me!"
He shoved my arms higher behind my back and I cried out in pain. He growled angrily, and leaned forward, pushing me forward with him.
"How would you know?!" He roared, squeezing my wrists so hard I thought they might break. Someone help me, please help! My face is streaked with tears now, and he's yelling in my ear about how he'd give anything to be with me. Eventually, I can hear his cries fading into enraged shouting about how he will have me, and that I don't have a choice. I'm crying, begging, pulling to get away. Please don't, I hear myself cry, please Bryan don't. He's tugging at my shirt. I scream, so overcome with horror and I buck back, my head knocking against his face. He pulls back and barks in pain, and just as he's recovering, a loud drumming boom rings out overhead.
Oh my god, I'm deaf. I clench my teeth in new-found pain and growl as the booming continues. The bell is ringing again. Bryan flinches too, and suddenly, I feel my chance to break away. Take it, damn it, take it! I jump to my feet, breaking out of his grip. I stumble, finding the only way to get away from him is up. So I leap.
The gears are turning slowly beneath my hands and feet as I scramble up, deeper into the gears. I can't hear anything, but I'd imagine Bryan is shouting my name. The booming stops, and the vibrations it sent all over the tower die down, by my ears are still ringing. I hear distant shouting, probably Bryan. He's climbing after me. I move faster.
I've been doing this my entire life; climbing things, running away. I can certainly do it now. But he's not much farther behind me. Didn't the Blitzkrieg Boys train like, insanely to much? Shit. I'm running out of gears to climb on, and what then? I'll have no where to go. He'll get me again. He'll hurt me. I don't want him to hurt me! My heart is racing as I pull myself into the rafters. Oh god, a crawlspace! I jump, grab hold of the edge, and pull myself up. He can't get in here, he's too big. I feel hope rising as I slide down the chute. I can here him banging behind me, trying to get in. He's yelling my name. I'm still crying. Suddenly, he stops making noise. I keep moving along. Maybe he's given up hope, maybe-
Wait… What is that, wind? It's getting stronger and stronger… Oh crap! He's doing that, isn't he? I'm digging my nails into the wood but it's not helping. He's pulling me back! I scream and kick, trying to stop myself, but the floor and walls are too dusty to get a good grip. I can see dark spots on the wood where tears had stained it as I'm pushed closer and closer to Bryan. Scrambling, I realize that now, he probably will kill me. After he rapes me, of course. The wind has my hair whipping all around my face, and when I look up, it suddenly clears. I squint into the stinging rush of air and scream again, suddenly catching hold of a thin pipe. And I clutched too it with my life.
The wind grew stronger. I can hear Bryan now, over the wailing that's all around me. He's shouting something other than my name… What is that? I have no idea. I don't care. The pipe starts to rattle and bend, but I can't let go. And that's when I felt it; Bryan's hand wrapping around my ankle. I scream again and start kicking, doing my best to pull myself up. But with the wind and Bryan tugging on me, the pipe is straining too much; it's too old. I can see it grow white where it's bending, and all at once, it snaps. I scream, flailing my arms, and fly backwards. Tears glisten in the air before me, and suddenly, Bryan is tugging me down out of the hole. He catches me a little too soon, and we both fall about six feet onto a huge horizontal gear below. It's moving slowly, but as I try to recover from hitting it straight on, Bryan is up and kicking me off. I fall again, hitting the floor below with a profound 'umph'. I can't move, I can't breathe! He's getting closer, oh god, he's coming down! Help me!
The room tilted and grew blurry. I was… oh shit, I'm passing out again, aren't I? No… he's going to…
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Oh dear… Bryan is certainly going a little mad, isn't he?