Chapter two
I ran as fast as I could, my heart was trying to outrun my feet, and by the ruckus it was making inside my chest, it was most likely winning. Shit. What the hell had happened? The rain was still pouring down, clouding my vision. Hey, I thought as I ran, didn't the weather ever cooperate when I needed it to. I was close to my house before I entered the horror house from hell, ten more minutes of racing my heart and I'd be there. I really needed to be there soon.
When I neared the run down old cottage on the other side of town (the good side), I was out of breath and struggling to breathe. Damn air wouldn't go down my throat correctly. It's not as if I needed a manual to know how to breathe. I walked into the neat little house, with its rundown old walls, and stained carpets, and headed towards the sofa. As soon as I was an arm's length away, I fell onto the rugged old couch face own.
What happened? What the hell have I done? Oh for heaven's sake, calm down Kaito, what's the worst that can happen? It's not like the red haired army sergeant is going to track me down and kill me in my sleep. I mean, what is the guy, a monster boss? I laughed unconvincingly to the air. Yeah, right. Nothing to worry about. Gakupo should be home soon. The only reason why I'm so early tonight is because I had to run away from a bazooka. Sighing, I rolled over and stared at the ceiling. I couldn't help but have a nagging feeling in my stomach. I didn't quite know why I had this uncomfortable panicky feeling came from, but I wanted it gone. And there was only one way to achieve that.
Drugs.
So I went to the kitchen cupboard and took two sleeping pills. As soon as I fell back on the couch, I was basically dead.
The bitter smell of coffee assaulted my nose and I scrunched my face up in distaste. I hated coffee, but Gakupo, for some unknown reason, was addicted to the substance. For one blessed minute, I thought of nothing else but coffee. Then my memories from last night assaulted my mind and I sprang upright.
"Fuck! Oh no, oh no, oh no." I had started pacing up and down frantically. Wondering just what I did in another life to end up in this shit hole of reality.
"Kaito?" Gakupo called my name cautiously from the door way. "Kaito, it's okay. Whatever it is, I'm sure we can handle it." He was speaking to me almost as if I were a ravaged animal that needed soothing. I DID NOT NEED SOOTHING! I might be pacing up and down and talking to myself frantically, but I did not need soothing damn it!
"I'm fine?" I'm not completely sure why that a came out as a question, and I wasn't about to question it. Who the hell knows their own mind anyway?
"Alright Kaito, I've had enough, you're going to see that fucking psychologist next week." His words are commanding. No room for compromise.
"I am not crazy! I do not need to go see some bloody shrink thinking that they know more about me then I do and basically telling me so!" I was yelling, but this was Gakupo. Although he is technically not my full brother, Gakupo is my half-brother. It seemed that my mother had a bit too much fun. How my father never found out is beyond me. It's not like any of us in the family had purple hair. Not even our great great great grandparents. But Gakupo was family, and I loved the fuckwit, no matter how commanding he was.
"Kaito, I know you've been under a lot of pressure…"
"I am not crazy!" I said. Honestly, you talk to yourself on more than a hundred occasions and people start to think your bat shit nuts. Well excuse me for enjoying my own company. Looking over at the clock, I could see that it was seven forty five. I had to be at work in fifteen minutes! Oh come on, give a guy a break way don't ya? Does the universe make a note on it to pick on me every now and then? Oh, look over there, the universe thinks, Kaito seems to be having too much fun down there. Let me fuck shit up for him! Well fuck you too universe!
I hurried outside in last night's clothes, still slightly damp from the universe's most recent assault last night. I hurried down the drive way, basically running. I really didn't want to be late. The last time I was late, the boss promised me that if I did it again I would be sadly barren in a certain place. And it was a certain place that no man wishes to be barren in, trust me. Oh yea, as you can probably tell, my boss was a real understanding gal. I pushed my feet faster on the pavement, wondering if it was too much to ask to be able to magically sprout wings and fly.
I really didn't want to die a virgin.
As I neared Happy Mackey's I saw a long sleek black limousine. Wonder who they were waiting for? My inner question was just about to be answered when two bulky men walked towards me. I looked behind me to see if there was any one there. Nope, no such luck. Now, a little advice, when two gorilla sized men walk towards you, there is only one thing to do. And like the opposite end of a magnet, I retracted to the opposite direction. I was just about to fuck off, when two hands suddenly grabbed both my arms, pulling me to an effective stop. Shit!
"Come with us." One of the men, gorilla one, said.
"Fat chance! Let me go, I know my rights!" Somehow I didn't think they cared, though.
Gorilla two released a hyena laugh and started escorting me towards the limo. And when I say escorting, I mean dragging me behind him while I struggled and squirmed. Did no one around here notice that I was being kidnapped!? Soon we neared the limo and one of the gorillas (I have no idea which one) threw me inside.
"Hey, let me go! What do I look like, a sack of potatoes?"
"No, but you look like a guy with blue hair!" One of the men yelled from inside the limo. Fantastic. I was gonna die a virgin!
The limo suddenly started, and I swear I thought I was going to die then and there. Whoever was driving the limo was a man on a mission. Mission kill Kaito, that was. I held on for dear life, praying to whoever wanted to listen. The two gorillas sat across from me, having a conversation, as if the car wasn't about to take a nose dive off the face of the earth. My heart accelerated and fear rushed through my veins, making it hard to breath.
"Hey guys, don't suppose we could open a window?" Maybe I could jump out.
They ignored me though. Maybe I was just a sack of potatoes. A blue haired sack of potatoes, that's me.
The limo came to a sudden stop at a massive hotel. It was also located in the slums. Shit. I was dead, sooooo dead. They pulled me out of the car, and suddenly I'd had enough.
"Alright you two, I'd had just about enough! I might be your hostage, but you don't have to treat me like shit incarnated! We are all humans here, or are you two really a bunch of savage brutes!" I stared them down intently, not about to back down, but also secretly pissing my pants. But they both seem to look thoroughly ashamed.
"Sorry." They both said at the same time.
"And are you going to act like decent human beings?" I asked. They both looked down.
"Yes sir." They answered in unison, and despite their huge size, they kind of reminded me of children who have just been scolded. Although I thought I might have caught a glance of amusement that went pass them.
"Good, then you may continue." I said. One of the men went to the back of the boot and pulled out a piece of rope. Well, there went my confidence.
"Um, sorry sir, but we kind of have to tie you up." And they did. But at least they did it in a humane fashion. I was so focused on yelling at the two behind me, that I didn't notice all the blue haired men around me. But I noticed now. Who the hell was this racist (hair) pig? Then more gorillas in suits step out of different limos and led all the fellow blue haired inmates into the lobby. Suddenly, all the other gorillas started leaving, until there were only two gorillas left. Mine. Great, just great.
Gorilla one and two started politely asking (I think I got through to them in my little chat) the different people to make their way upstairs. Soon we were all lined up before a mahogany door. Wow, the man who ordered all this must be loaded. Gorilla one bangs heavily on the door, and suddenly a literal red haired sex god appears. My knees went weak, and my breath hitched, and I hope to god no one noticed. The red haired deity wore a tight red shirt that left nothing to the imagination, and pants to boot. Bare feet. Damn, never thought feet could be sexy, but his was. Not that I'm gay or anything, but I have eyes. As the saying goes, I can look at the menu, I just can't order.
"Taka, Ono. Thanks for your services on such short notice. Bring them in and sit them in a seat each, I have provided zip locks on the table." Oh great, a sadist. Why does he have to be a sadist? Suddenly my eyes lock on his, and I start to panic. Not because they're gorgeous, but I suddenly recognise the bright red hair. The warehouse. Last night. A flash of red. Oh no, oh no, oh no. Taka and Ono, as they were called, coaxed everyone into the oversized room. And what a room! I'm pretty sure this suit was bigger than two my houses combined! I mean damn. It would've been gorgeous, if it wasn't lined with thirty other chairs, with zip locks next to them! What the hell did I see last night?
I immediately went to the chair that was the furthest away from the red haired man, and sat down, hoping to make it out of this alive. From the conversation that just went on at the other end of the room between the manager and the red haired man, I gathered that his name was Akaito. I watched silently as the red haired man walked towards the first unfortunate blue haired man. Wonder what he will do with him? My heaven have mercy upon his soul. Suddenly Taka secured the zip lock with an apologetic smile on his face.
"Don't worry sir, as long as you're not the culprit, you'll be just fine." I swallowed noisily.
"Taka, don't talk to the hostages." Akaito says sweetly from the front, maybe he's a nice guy after all? The first man leaves the room. You lucky little shit. Life truly wasn't fair.
After that Akaito made his way across the room, dismissing most of the blue haired men, and every time he did, I cried a little inside. In the end only four of us remained. Then suddenly, Akaito was before me, and I had a split second to admire a very nice view of his abdomen, before he bent down, and seared with his blazing red eyes. Just a reminder, I'm still not gay. Akaito suddenly grabs me by the chin, and with gentle hands, turns my face to the side.
"You're cute." Akaito says sweetly. And all of a sudden, I've had enough. Here's this fuckwit, who I just happen to see at in the middle of the night, and suddenly I'm tied up in a fucking hotel singing heehaw with my blue haired brothers. For god sake, I probably just lost my job and my family jewels!