With darkness, there is love
Editor's note: 2 chapters in a row? That's insane!!! Ah well I'm bored so I can afford to do a second chapter. Warning though, this chapter does contain self fondling…
Enjoy, and remember, all comments are welcome.
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Chapter 2:
Lavi returned to the alleyway an hour later than expected. His mind had been so fixated on the thought of the young boy that he took forever to get to the bottle store. He took even longer to get back to the alley, where the members were waiting for their leader, partly to make him join in on the celebrations, and partly because they wanted to inquire about where their leader had actually gone.
"Oi Lavi!" Al said with glee as he balanced his drunken self onto Harry, who could barely speak due to being drunk. "My god, you toooook your time. Where the hell were you?" Lavi just sighed as he looked at his mates, his gang members. What was he supposed to say? That he fell in love with a rich kid? No way.
"Meh, just needed to catch some air," Lavi replied as he sat down in his original spot, his only visible eye gleaming, a slight blush creeping to his face as he drank his whiskey. The other members looked at him in an awkward fashion until one of them figured it out.
"Eh? Could it be that our leader found a looker?" Boris bellowed out in his thick Russian accent. The others turned and looked at him oddly, before turning back to face a bright red Lavi.
"Aha our leader is in love!" the gang members started to cheer as they raised their liquor into the sky. Lavi just grumbled as he stood up.
"You guys fuckin' suck," the red head snorted as he turned to open a door nearby. This was where the gang slept during the nights. It was an old apartment block that was being used by the members of the Sundown gang, as well as random homeless people. He climbed the stair case all the way to the top, passing by the delusional, the roofless and the destitute of society. He got to the third level and opened the door too his desolate room, room 302. All it really had was a dirty mattress with a pillow and quilt, and a run down table. The rest of the flat was covered in empty liquor bottles. The only place that was clean was his bathroom. Lavi figured that since he had to clean himself in the bathroom, he may as well keep it clean.
He laid down on the mattress, looking up at the ceiling, which was suffering from a severe case of paint cracking. He couldn't stop thinking about the boy he knew as "Allen". His eyes, his body, his face…his hair. He wanted to touch him and feel all of him. Lavi blushed at the thought, as he unconsciously reached into his pants with his right hand, feeling instantly how aroused he was at the thought of the boy he saw that night.
Dammit! He's a guy, and a young one at that! I shouldn't feel like this….And yet… Lavi closed his eyes as he felt his hand wrap around his manhood. He knew it was wrong, he cursed himself for it, and yet after all the cursings in his brain, his heart would not allow the red-head to forget the youngster. He slowly moved his right hand, feeling himself go hard instantly with every move, however realising that it was not enough. He sat up in a hurry, growling to himself as he started to move harder and faster, the thoughts multiplying in strength by tenfold. He started to sweat at the thought of ravishing the silver haired beauty. He felt himself surging towards orgasm quickly, the thoughts beginning to overpower him as his movements quickened with each imagining. He tilted his head back quickly as he pumped his last stroke, breaking into orgasm as his body collapsed back onto the mattress, his hand and stomach covered in his own seed.
Lavi looked up at the ceiling again, panting and sweating as he slowly found himself drifting off. He covered himself in his blanket, his eyes slowly closing as he drifted into slumber.
I need to see you again, Allen. In order to calm this need… I need to see you again…
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Allen had not gotten far when the maid and butler caught him. He frowned as he remembered being dragged by the ear into the car. The maid said nothing as they drove into the driveway of the estate. It was medium in size, and was a pearly white by day. The garden lights that framed the driveway were lit and the car drove all the way to the front of the house. The black car stopped at the front, the maid getting out first. She opened Allen's door and the silver haired boy sulked to the front of the house, getting to the front door and reaching for his keys. He felt the woman's hands rest gently on his shoulders before Allen realised he was being embraced by the maid.
"I apologise for being so brash towards you," she whispered in her softest voice possible. "But you will understand once you're older. The world is a dangerous place and I wish for you not to get hurt or worse…"
Allen sighed sadly as he held the maid's hand. She was being cruel so that Allen could stay safe, and for that reason it made the silver-haired teen feel selfish and horrible. But he still wanted to go to the fair. He wanted to explore the world outside of the rich and snooty world he knew well, but was bored of. And for some reason, he thought of the red haired person that was standing on the street.
"I know you're trying to look out for me… Miranda." The maid smiled as she released Allen from her embrace.
"I will wake you at the normal time?" Allen simply nodded as Miranda followed him into the house. She turned to the driver.
"You may park the car now, Krory." The driver just sneezed as Allen turned and giggled lightly.
"Yes Ma'am," Krory replied as he sneezed again, driving the car into the driveway. Allen giggled as he and Miranda entered the house, with Miranda closing the door behind her.
"You must get some sleep, it is late as it is," Miranda said, hanging her hat on the hat-rack as she looked at the time. It was 10:15pm and Allen yawned as he turned to the stairs.
"Thanks Miranda, for being there…" Allen said as he headed up the stairs. To Allen, Miranda was the only mother figure around, and she had been there ever since his dad died when he was 10. He remembered how Miranda would always lay beside him until he had cried himself to sleep, when the news of his dad's death slowly dawned on him as a youngster. Now Allen didn't need to be babied anymore. After all, his dad's death was five years ago and Allen had moved on, but he knew that Miranda would always be there…
Miranda simply smiled and looked at the mantelpiece, where a large picture of Allen and his father sat. Miranda walked over to the photo and smiled. "Mana..."
"Your son is growing up quite fast, too fast it seems…" Miranda sighed to herself as she smiled.
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Allen laid on his poster bed, sighing as he wrapped himself in his blankets. For some reason the initial thought of the red-haired guy disturbed him a bit. He shut off his lamp-light but still couldn't get any sleep.
Why am I thinking of a stranger?…. Allen tossed and turned, but his thoughts on the mystery red-haired could not go ignored. He sat up and sighed.
Will I ever see him again…? Allen sighed again before flopping onto his bed, drifting off as he remembered the only thing that stuck out from the red haired guy…
His uncovered emerald coloured eye…
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The morning rays entered the mansion like an angel to one's dreams. The light slowly made their way towards Allen as his maid, Miranda, entered the room with breakfast in hand, ready for his 8 o'clock wake up call. She gently placed the tray on the bedside table and gently shook Allen awake.
"Allen...Allen..." She cooed as small grunting sounds were emitted from the young boy. Allen turned and faced Miranda, who was looming over him.
"Gnnn...morning Miranda..." Allen groaned with half opened eyes. Miranda just smiled as she stepped aside, allowing room for Allen to sit up.
"Today's breakfast is Eggs Benedict on toast with a bit of lemon tea," Miranda smiled as Allen slid out of bed, placing his feet into the fluffy white slippers that were waiting for him beside the bed. "Please enjoy, Master Allen." With this Miranda exited the room, leaving Allen to ready himself for the day. Allen sighed as he made his way to the door that led to his porch. He opened the door, allowing the sun and fresh sea breeze to go through his room, which was always kept neat thanks to the efforts of Miranda and the other maids.
Allen stepped out onto the porch, listening to the sounds of the seagulls. He lived near the ocean and as he looked to his right, he could sea the crystal blue water, shimmering to the light of the sun. He lived on a hill, and when he looked beyond his back fence, he saw the large slope of green grass. And just beyond that slope was the seaside fair, which he had longed to go to since he first saw it being set up the day before. The youngster could only sigh as he saw the ferris wheel.
I wish I could go, but Miranda would have my head on a platter... Allen shivered at the thought, sighing again before re-entering his room, so that he could eat breakfast and prepare himself for the day's events, which in Allen's case, involved reading, writing, arithmetic and other tedious tutoring, which lasted from 9am till 3:30pm. Allen didn't mind his tutor, except that the tutor would always bring around a new girlfriend. Not that Allen really minded, but did his teacher really have THAT many girlfriends. Allen just shrugged as he sat on his bed, reaching for his breakfast. As he ate, he thought of the days events.
After he finished his meal, Allen quickly got into his white shirt and black pants. He quickly placed his black and red tie around his neck, reaching for his boots with his feet. He shoved his socks on his feet before forcing his feet into the french-imported black leather boots. Just as he was finished tying his shoes up, he heard the doorbell ring. Allen knew who it was - it was his tutor. He raced out the door to his room and almost tripped down the stairs as he bolted into the living room. His tutor sat near the fireplace, with a blonde woman standing beside him...
Another girlfriend... Allen thought as he made his way to the couch. The tutor turned and faced Allen, a smile creeping on his face.
"Good morning, kid," He said in a gruff voice, his long and unruly hair covering the majority of his face. "I assume you have your homework done?" Allen went to the desk at the corner of the living room, pulling out a book worth of paper from the drawer when he opened it.
"Yes Mister Marian, but was it really necessary to do ALL of this in one day?" Allen remembered how long it took him to finish the mass amounts of literature. 5 hours of his life wasted, and he wound up being late for his private school's dance because of it. At least it got him away from his betrothed, Linalee Lee. The tutor grumbled as he stood up.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me "Mister Marian?" the tutor said as he took out his papers from his bag. "Just call me Cross dammit." Allen just looked down at the ground before being presented the papers by his tutor.
"Y-yes Cross, sir..." Allen said as he looked at his papers. Multiplication and division again?
"Now kid, start on these drills and after that, you can start on Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet." Allen sighed again. This would indeed be a long day...
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Lavi was still sleeping by the time 1pm had arrived. The gang members never woke Lavi up, because the red head would always wind up cranky and bad-tempered as a result, so they left him to sleep as much as he wanted. It seemed that last night's thoughts were too vivid even for the seemingly sleepy Lavi, and these particular thoughts kept the gang leader awake for quite some time.
However after 2:30pm had passed, even the red-head couldn't sleep through the sounds of the city. He slowly got up and yawned, looking outside of the window nearest to him. He could clearly see the clock of the next door neighbours, but the time was what really shot him out of bed.
"HOLY SHIT, IS IT THAT LATE????" Lavi bellowed as he stood up quickly, realising in an instant he slept without his pants on. The neighbours caught sight of this and quickly closed their shutters, wishing to avoid any more flashings from the half naked boy. Lavi blushed slightly as he raced into the bathroom. He turned the shower on and washed himself of the sultry smell of semen. He scrubbed himself with the soap that he bought with some of the money that he robbed, and made sure that he was well cleaned. Within minutes he was out of the shower, grabbing his broken comb and running it through his unruly red hair. It may have been broken but it did the job, that was Lavi's opinion on the matter anyways.
He finished with his hair and went to the cupboard that was at the corner of the bathroom. He had only one pair of clean white pants and one clean white shirt left. The rest were dirty, or ripped from fights he had with the leader of the Twilight gang, Yu Kanda. Although Yu was a Japanese refugee, he quickly made his way through power by completely flooring the former leader of the Twilights. Yu and Lavi were of the same age, and as they would end their fights in a draw time after time, the same strength too. Lavi just grumbled as he placed his clothes on, before putting on the final piece of the outfit, his black and green bandanna. He placed his socks on his feet before walking to the doorway, where his shoes were. He shoved them on, lacing them before unlocking his door and exiting his room.
He was amazed however to see 3 of his gang members waiting for him outside of his apartment in the hallway.
"Yo Lavi, what's with all the racket?" Darren asked sheepishly as Lavi looked away from him. "You sounded like you had just seen a bat flying out of hell."
"Well I didn't know it was this late, so I had to get ready quickly…" This brought curiosity to the three guys standing before Lavi.
"Ah you have date with looker, yes?" Boris grinned as Lavi blushed again, scratching his eye patch. Lavi never took his eye patch off, considering the horrible scar that was hidden beneath it.
"No…." Lavi snorted.
"Then what?" The third member, Arnie, asked as Lavi blushed deeper. He couldn't tell anyone what he was doing. What would they think if the gang found out that their leader had a thing for a guy…? Besides his plan for the afternoon was to go and see if "Allen" was there or not.
"Just…need to do some errands, yes! Errands!" Lavi blurted out as he ran for the stairs. "See you guys later! With this he bolted, and almost tripped down the stairs, leaving his gang members confused and slightly suspicious as to why Lavi was in such a rush to go.
As Lavi bolted out into the street, he wondered whether his plan to see Allen would work. He also wondered if his gang members suspected anything…
God I hope there aren't any guards there…. Lavi thought as he ran down the streets, completing ignoring the twilight members who he passed in a hurry.
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-3:45pm-
Allen sighed as he read "Romeo and Juliet" in the back garden. Was Cross Marian TRYING to punish him with mounds of schoolwork? Good thing that Allen had a few days to work on his Shakespeare. But still… it was almost too much for Allen to bear. It was a good thing that there was a shady veranda area where Allen could sit in the shade and read. It was too hot for autumn…
The silver haired youth sighed as he heard the sounds of children laughing next door. There was a birthday party and the kids seemed so happy with each other. It made Allen wish he had a few friends to share his moments with. But then again, when you're the son of a dead multi-millionaire, everyone thinks they're not good enough to be your friend.
The thought of friends reminded Allen of the red-head that he spotted last night. What was so thought-provoking about the green eyed stranger? Was it the hair? The only visible eye in general? Or was it something else? Allen couldn't place his finger on it. He simply sighed as he turned and walked towards the back edge of the veranda shading, where the back fence met it. However, no sooner did Allen lean on the veranda fence was he met with a familiar green eye, an eye patch and a familiar puff of red hair…
"Yo!" smiled the stranger as Allen looked at the stranger, deadpanned…
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Editor's note #2: yay chapter 2 is done! I shall finish chapter 3 within a few days or so, please stay tuned!!!