Chapter four

There was very few times in my life where I seriously feared for Gakupo and my lives. And yesterday was one of them. As soon as I arrived home, I went straight to Gakupo and demanded to leave. When he refused, i threatened. When he still refused, I begged. I remember it went a little like this.

"We have to leave, now! Let's go to India!" My reasonable demand.

"No." Gakupo.

"How about Paris?" Me.

"No." Him.

"America." Me. Desperate.

"No." Gakupo. Calm.

"I HAVE BIG GANGSTER FUCKS WHO WANT TO KILL ME BECAUSE I SAW THEIR BIG GUNS!"

Gakupo rolled his eyes. "No." It's true that I have been prone to dramatis before, but why couldn't he just believe this one time. The one time when I'm actually telling the truth!

"Gakupo, you little shit, I'm leaving with or without you. You hear!" We both knew I was lying. He ignored me. Oh no he didn't! Gakupo was in our old run down kitchen. Usually I did the cooking, but I'd been "out of action" for a couple of days. You know, being kidnaped and all that.

"I don't know where you've been, but I don't really have time for one of you little "adventures"." Adventures? ADVENTURES! What the hell ids his definition of adventure?!

He flipped his long purple hair over his shoulder, and picks up a deadly cooking cutting knife. I swallowed loudly. I knew Gakupo would never kill me, he loved me too much. But he would temporarily put me in the hospital. Oh, this was ganna be fun.

I cautiously walk toward him, my eyes never leaving the deadly object, and make as if I were going to go into another room. As soon as he puts down the knife and turns around, I charge!

Before Gakupo knows what's going on, I jump on his back. Gakupo is quiet tall for his age, hell, for any age really. And I'm quite….. Vertically challenged for my age, so it was quite a jump. As soon as I land on his back, I wrap my arms and legs around him, holding on for dear life. Hee hawww, go horsy go. It was quiet fun to ride Gakupo.
"We are leaving for Africa tomarowwww, do ya hear me you over grown mouldy eggplant!" I screamed at him as he twisted his arms back in an attempt to get me off. Sucker!

"Listen here, you patch of mouldy blue muffins, we are not leaving the country just 'cause some shits are out to kill you! Half the world wants to kill you, me included!" Gakupo growls from beneath me.

Oh, I made the horsy mad. Making the horsy mad is bad, I jump off and head towards the door. I can hear rustling in the kitchen, and suddenly a pissed off Gakupo is running after me with a frying pan. I'm out of here. I did the only thing left for me to do.

I ran, again.

Halfway up the street, I stop to catch my breath. I bend over to grab my knees, and puff like a train for about two minutes. What did I tell you, fun. I put my hands in my oversized jacket, and walk up the drive way.

How did I always get myself into these situations? I sighed and continued walking. I might as well go to the supermarket. I was due to die any day now, might as well get a final meal in. I sighed. Why do I have to do the punishment when I haven't even done the crime. Thanks universe, my old friend. I always knew I'd die before I was thirty. And to think, I was only seventeen. I feel like crying.

When I reach the supermarket I'm surprised to see Gakupo's old shevy in the parking lot. Huh, I should go say hi. The conversation in the kitchen didn't go quite as well as I would have liked, but it could've been worse. I could have been in a coma.

I walk inside the small community-like shop and immediately spot Gakupo looking at a couple of vegetables. I make my way towards him, like the ignorant fuck I am. If only I'd known. If only. If only.

"Kaito, what a coincident." Gakupo smiles evilly when he sees me making my way towards him. But we're in a public place, he wouldn't dare kill me now. Too many witnesses.

"Brother, fancy meeting you here." I give him the biggest smile I can manage. I was just about to ask him if he needed any of my expertise, when I saw a familiar brown haired man with glasses. My heart stopped. Literally. I thought I was ganna die.

"Kaito, I swear, if you fight now I will kill you!" Gakupo said camly, but there was no mistaking the concern in his voice.

"Gotta go." I tried to run the other way, but Gakupo grabbed my hoddie and pulled me to a stop.

"Kaito, what's going on. Tell me now." Gakupo almost growled, his voice like satin covered steel.

"That's' one of the guys that's trying to kill me." My voice came out in a squeak. All my blood seem to have deserted my face..

'Why didn't you tell me!" Gakupo ask. I glare at him. He sighs. "Fine. Quickly, hide behind the cabbage." I quickly make my way behind the vegetable stand, and hide behind the one remaining gabbage and stay silent.

Kiyo, as Akaito called him, headed our way. Oh great! Please, Mr universe, have mercy! When Kiyo finally arrives, he stops and reaches for the cabbage. My heart stops. But Gakupo's far larger hand quickly covers the cabbage before Kiyo can reach it. My heart starts again. I love that guy sometimes. Like when He's saving my life, for instance.

"I'm sorry sir, but that's my cabbage." Kiyo states. Oh, he did not just disobey Gakupo. All humour has left Gakupo's face.

"Well, I suppose you were too late. You might not know it, but I protect my cabbages, and I'm not going to let mutilate it." Gakupo growls softly. Kiyo's cheeks darkened a shade.

"Well, believe me, I take plenty good care of my cabbages, so if you'd please, step aside." Kiyo smiled sweetly, but it put shivers down my spine. Gakupo was deadly serious, and he straightened to his full height, towering over Kiyo.

"You should know, I protect what's mine. You better remember that." Gakupo states. Wait, was he still talking about the cabbages? There was some kind of hidden vibe around those two.

"Look, I can give you something better if you'd like." Kiyo said. Smile still intact. Gakupo raises his eyebrows.

"Are you a prostitute?" Kiyo turns bright red, and I could practically see smoke coming out of his ears. Gakupo just smirked. Alright, time to make my exit. I pick up the final cabbage and hide my head behind it. As silently and quickly as I can, I make my way towards the door. Kiyo briefly looks over to me, but he seems to be too observed in Gakupo to truly notice me. I head towards the door and I suppose you can guess what I did next.

I ran. Big surprise.

I look around and hand some random lady a free cabbage. I don't stay to hear her protest, because I've just seen the clock. It's almost time to dance. It's eight thirty, and I have thirty minutes to get to the club, and get ready for my usual fans. Gakupo doesn't know that I "dance", and by god he never will! I think I might die if he ever found out! But we need the money, and I'm pretty sure that I had just lost my job at Happy Mackey's. Not that I'm going to go investigate. I like my family jewels sparkling and intake.

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When I arrive at revenge, the club that I "Dance" at, I almost lose my nerve like I do every time I come here. The club is located in the Slums, and has a theme of black and dark, bloody red. In a way, it kind of reminds me of Akaito. Black and bloody red. Yep, fits him perfectly. Big Al greets me form the other side of the room. Truth be told, Al kind of freaks me out. I don't know what it is, but he really freaks me out. Maybe it's the way he looks at me sometimes. I have no idea. I give a small smile back, and quickly hurry to the backstage area. When I arrive, and see my signature look already laid out in front me, I groan.

I put on the tortures device and looked in the mirror. The tight black belly crop top showed my lean abdomen. The leather pants, if possible, were even tighter, and my boots went all the way over my knees, and was the lace up type. My eye mask was black and elegant. And my kitty ears were blue on the inside, but black on the outside. My long cat tail was the same shade as my hair. Now, I know what you're thinking, I thought to no one in particular, but I am a professional dancer. Dancer. I just happen to specialize in poles.

A Kikaito walk into the dressing room, in his own beautify revealing costume and tells me that I have to be on in five minutes. I take a deep breath, and wonder which song they'll choose for me this time.

A voice forms outside calls me up. Guess it's my time. I walk up to the stage and smile tentatively at the girl leaving the stage area. From outside, I can hear the someone announcing my arrival as Ao Neko (blue cat), my stage name. I take a deep breath, and walked up the stage. I walk up on stage, and give the audience a practiced seductive smile. My song suddenly comes on, fuck away the pain, and I want to run and hide. This was the same son that Akaito was whistling in the elevator the other day. Come on Kaito, I think to myself, it's not like we're in a position to be picky. We need the money. So I go up on stage and give the good gentlemen a show. Dancing. Because I'm a dancer.

As I snake hip the pole in the middle of the stage, and dance seductively for my audience. Apparently, I had always had a gift for "dancing'. Or so they told me. Well, the people certainly thought so. Cheering and cat calls drifted all around me. Money was thrown up on stage, and in the end, that's all I cared about. I turn around to find a pissed of red haired man sitting on the lounge close to the stage, right behind a bunch of drunk perverts. Fear spikes up my spine, and I look on in horror as Akaito leans forward and gives me an evil groin. I'm sooo screwed.

It takes almost all my strength to finish to the show, and I have to wonder if this will be, perhaps, my final show.