Hello again! This chapter is really long guys, so I'm gonna prepare you for that (it was 15 pages). Also is just a really super cute HongIce filled filler chapter. I'm seriously not kidding, it's almost disgustingly cute. I love it though. So I hope you enjoy the beginning of Leon's feelings! I promise shit goes down next chapter. XD
-Several days later-
Leon felt like crap.
Maybe he shouldn't have eaten the Chinese food that Arthur's husband had (tried) to make yesterday. But truth be told, it was a hundred times better than the English man's cooking.
But seriously, if you're going to try and make chicken Lo Mein, at least cook the chicken through!
But he didn't.
Thus, Leon's situation.
Americanized Chinese food, Leon thought, would take twenty moons and suns in order to get used to it.
"Nǐ hǎo ma?" (How are you?) Yao's voice piped up behind Leon's door.
"Like hell. Go away before I send Yong Soo after you." Ugh, my throat feels like the chicken Lo Mein I ate...
"Aiyah! Li Xiao, let me in before I send that stupid Korean after you, aru!"
Leon groaned and tucked his head under the pillow he was laying on. "I'd puke the Lo Mein I ate down his hanbok if he tries to grope me. Also, the door's already open!" He felt his stomach churn uncomfortably. "Stupid Yao," he added under his breath.
As Yao pulled the blankets up to Leon's neck and checked his temperature (every five minutes), the constant flutters in his stomach kept growing. "Gēgē wǒ gǎndào ěxīn..." (Older brother, I feel sick...) Yao didn't understand Cantonese that well, so the only way to urgently let him know what was going on was using Mandarin.
And Yao understood every word that Leon said.
"AIYAH! DON'T GET IT ON THE SHEETS, I JUST WASHED THOSE A COUPLE WEEKS AGO! GO TO THE BATHROOM, GO! DON'T GET YOUR PUKE ON THE TILING!"
Yao was way too loud.
Leon staggered his way to the toilet bowl, barely making it in time before the onslaught of soupy chicken and noodles came pouring out of his throat like Tai Mo Shan's Long Falls in his birth country.
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Work went unusually smooth today. Emil decided to take the morning-to-afternoon work shift, and Lukas and Mathias were on duty today. So, in other words, no one was bothering him, and it was going to be quiet and productive day.
Emil focused all of his attention on the computer in front of him, and he managed to gain information on the three guys that were lurking around Berwald's house.
Toris Laurinaitis. 24 years old. He seemed like a pretty normal person. Toris was currently working part time at a pet store. Emil found it difficult to imagine him stealing from Berwald's house.
Eduard Von Bock. 24 years old. Emil thought that he looked more like a "behind the scenes hacker" more than anything. Although, he found that Eduard used to work for Ber's company a while ago.
Raivis Galante. 17 years old. He seemed a little young to be robbing some guy's mailbox. And to his surprise, the guy had quite a record with drunk driving.
Each of these guys had something in common. Or should Emil say, someone.
They were all hired by a Russian guy named Ivan Braginsky. Emil took the last few hours of his work time searching up information on him.
Ivan Braginsky. The former Russian president of the company Sadik Adnan now runs. Ivan was kicked out of the company due to an attempted break-in at Berwald's company to steal secret information. He could be easily characterized by his lilac eyes and platinum blonde hair, along with a strange purplish green scarf.
Emil narrowed his eyes. This guy...He's another possible suspect. We'll have to interrogate him.
And by thinking that very thought, Emil realized he forgot that someone was missing here.
"Where the hell is Leon?!"
Grabbing his jacket and keys, Emil abandoned his research to look for a certain Asian co-worker.
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"Li Xiao~! Brother Yao (what the heck, Yong Soo? Yao is your cousin) told me to check up on you, da-ze~!" Came a rowdy voice from behind Leon's door.
He desperately wanted to show his Korean cousin how much he wanted him near his room, starting with yanking that stupid hair curl off his head.
"Yong Soo, can you like, leave me alone? Go take your Korean ass somewhere else." His voice was barely audible, so of course, Yong Soo didn't hear him.
Leon sighed, hearing the door open loudly and slam shut. He removed his head from under his pillow to glare at the Korean that was disturbing his peace.
However, it wasn't a Korean that he saw smiling down upon him. It was an adorable Icelandic boy with silver hair and violet eyes.
"E-Emil?!" Leon blinked his eyes rapidly, wondering if this was just a dream.
"What are you talking about, Xiao-Xiao?"
Leon gulped. Why the hell was Emil calling him by the Korean's nickname for him? He narrowed his eyes; Yong Soo better not have claimed his chest. Where the heck did Yong Soo go anyway?
"Why're you here? How did you even get here?"
Emil gave him a goofy grin. "Heh, you're acting really funny, Xiao. I wanted to see how you're doing, of course! All I did was walk to your room, da-ze. You're acting really wacko."
Leon didn't think Emil could get any more like a certain Korean. Now he was using words like "da-ze!" Man, his head was spinning and his stomach couldn't stop churning. "Come here."
Emil did as he was told, sitting down and staring at him with bright eyes. "You want to read some of the manhwa I have? I got a whole new series today, da-ze!"
I didn't know that Ice had a Korean manga obsession. That's strange.
"Nah...'M okay." Leon slipping his hand into Emil's hand unknowingly, tracing Chinese characters on the back of it.
我. I.
"Uh...Xiao? You okay?"
喜欢. Like.
"No...My stomach won't stop hurting, and my head feels like crap. I can't even think straight."
你. You.
Emil pouted. "Poor Xiao-Xiao. You need a hug, don't you?"
Leon shrugged. "Not really. I feel like I'm-"
Arms squeezed around his middle, and suddenly hands were groping at his chest. Leon let out a strangled mix between a wheeze and an outraged gasp, pushing Emil off of him.
No, this was definitely NOT Emil.
And yes, he finally knew that he was definitely hallucinating.
"IM YONG SOO! GET. OUT. OF. MY. ROOM. NOW!" He accentuated each syllable with a bone crushing shove to the shoulder.
The latter cackled, sprinting out the door. "AT LEAST I KNOW WHO YOU'RE MADLY IN LOVE WITH NOW, DA-ZE! I bet he's insanely cute!"
Leon pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned into his pillow, yelling out a few choice words in Cantonese.
I hate being sick.
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Emil could hear a mangled string of angered shouts and yells coming from inside the house.
He's clearly in a lot of pain. I wonder what happened.
As co-workers, exchanging phone numbers would've been beneficial for easy contacting. But Emil, being the flustered schoolgirl he (still) is, refused (repeatedly) on the subject, for reasons he didn't wish to share.
As he listened to the high-pitched screeching of the bell, he could hear the loud stomping of feet pounding down the stairs. The mahogany door was yanked open, revealing a short Chinese man sporting a ebony ponytail.
"No soliciting. Go away, aru."
Emil inwardly let his jaw drop. That's the first thing he says?! "Um, no, sir. That's not what I-"
The Chinese man's eyes brightened. "Then are you here for Im Yong Soo? Wait, you're that police officer from way back! You're probably here to take him away from me forever, right, aru?"
Emil saw the happiest Asian man on Earth.
"N-no, I'm here to meet with Leon. I just wanted to-"
Yao's expression darkened. "Did Li Xiao blow up that English freak's house again?! That stupid boy needs to grow up, aru! I swear-"
Emil felt his eyes twitch in irritation. "No, sir. I just wanted to make sure that he was alright. He wasn't at work today, so I came to check up on him."
Yao seemed to take time to absorb the silver haired boy's words. "I see...Well, let me show you to his room. My name is Yao by the way. I'm sorry about my earlier reaction, aru. It's just that there's so many businessmen trying to sell their useless products. As for Yong Soo, well, if you ever go back into the police workforce, you can arrest him any time you want. Here, come in."
As Emil stepped into the main room, he could see the (expensive) Asian decorations adorning the walls and shelves. It was clearly kept well-dusted, and intricately patterned red silk covered the couch cushions. A worn bronze-colored statue caught Emil's eye.
"Is that an actual-"
"-Terracotta warrior, aru? No, that's just a copy that my brother bought from Chinatown. And by brother, I mean that delinquent Li Xiao."
Talk about brotherly love...Not even Lukas and I talk trash about each other like this...Then again, Lukas always treats me like a kid...
They stopped at the first door on the second floor. A bundle of crimson firecrackers hung from a thread precariously, and Emil couldn't help but step back.
Yao noticed Emil's slight flinch back from Leon's firecrackers, and he let out a loud laugh. "Don't worry, aru. They won't go off; they're snuffed."
The Icelandic breathed a small sigh of relief and ran a hand through his tousled hair. Geez, he acts like he's used to this sort of thing...
The Chinese man knocked at the door (though banging his fist against the door seemed like a better description). "Li Xiao! The police officer is here to see you!"
"What police officer? I don't remember getting in trouble with the cops. Shut up and bother someone else, teacher." The muffled rasp of Leon's voice responded.
Teacher?! I thought this guy was Leon's brother.
"Aiyah! Li Xiao, get your ass to the door right now! I don't care if you're dying, you come answer this door right now!"
A mumbled hiss of words in some kind of language Emil didn't understand came from the other side of the door, along with the slow shuffling of bare feet.
Emil felt his face redden as he looked Leon over.
And over.
And over, and over, and over.
The mischievous light that usually hid behind Leon's apathetic eyes had flickered out, his face sporting a sleepy and almost dead-like expression. Arms that were usually covered in crisp folded sleeves were now exposed, displaying a slight outward curve of muscle. Instead of wearing a white collared shirt, the Asian wore a silk sleeveless red vest, which was lined with a Mandarin collar.
And the most miraculous thing of all:
Leon's hair was tangled and disheveled, unlike his usual "swept back" bangs and neatly arranged dark brown mop.
"Aiyah! Why are you so messy?! You're sick, not dead, aru!"
"How was I supposed to know that someone was coming over?" Li Xiao tugged on one of his falling hair strands, and yawned.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Let him in, aru."
Emil's eyes widened. Me?! In Leon's room?! "Um-um...It's okay. I just wanted to check up on you, and you're sick too, so I-"
Of course Leon would drag him in anyway.
And lock the door.
"What are you doing?!" Emil hissed.
"I'm like, saving your ass. Do you want my Korean cousin groping you?"
Emil tugged the edge of his sleeves. "Well...no..."
"Good. I could smell his scent from here." Leon stuck his tongue out in distaste. "Kimchi and Korean party vibes."
Emil stared at his Asian co-worker as if he was insane. "I...better go...You're getting delusional..."
Leon didn't stop him. Instead, he held three fingers up, bringing them down slowly one by one.
Three...
...Two...
What is he doing?!
...One...
"XIAO-XIAO! BROTHER YAO TOLD ME YOU HAVE A GUEST OVER! IS IT THE CUTE ICELANDIC BOY YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT?! I WANT TO MEET HI-"
Thunk.
The Korean's head slammed into Leon's door, shaking the door violently. Emil was about to open the door to check if he was alright, that is, until he was pulled back by long limber fingers.
"Don't. Open. That. Door."
"Why? He's hurt. I just want to see if he's okay."
"That's what Kiku said; right before he was groped until his face turned ten explicit shades of red."
Emil took one last glance at the door, before surrendering, both of his pale hands in the air. Leon nodded in approval once before marching right over to his door and...
Kicking it.
Yes, he just marched right over to his door and threw his foot at it.
"What the hell are you doing, are you crazy?!"
The Asian ignored him, instead, he yelled (just loud enough so a certain Im Yong Soo could hear him), "I know you're still there, Yong Soo! You better like, get lost before I get the policeman in my room to arrest you and take you away!" He heard the Korean snickering. "And not in that way, you stupid pervert!"
"I wasn't thinking of that though, Brother Xiao! So you're the pervert!" He cackled loudly before skittering away.
Leon shrugged, crawling back under his blanket sanctuary on his bed. "Ice, I'm hungry."
Emil narrowed his eyes. "What do you want me to do about it?"
"Get me some food; what else?"
"It's your house! Get it yourself." Emil leaned his lanky frame against Leon's closet door. "Tsk, you're the one who's a maid."
"But Iccccccccceeeeeeeeeee~! I, like, want food right now. And I'm so sick that I might die! I need food right now, like, right now." He snuggled himself further into the blankets. "Please, Ice?"
"No. I don't care if you're sick."
"But I, like, might be dying! Can't you grant me this final dying wish?"
"No."
Leon pouted. "Okay, I didn't want to do this, but..." He shuffled himself to the edge of the bed, extending his bare arm out and grabbing Emil's wrist, sending him sprawling onto the Asian's blanketed stomach. "...I'm going to have to puke whatever's left of that shitty Americanized Chinese food on your expensive, high-quality jacket."
Emil's eyes widened. No...! Not my jacket! This thing cost me an arm and a leg! I can't afford to lose this thing! Plus, Lukas picked it out for me! He'd be totally pissed if he found Asian splat on it! The Icelandic started struggling, desperately trying to pull himself free of the other boy's hold. "Okay, okay! Let me go, I'll get you your damn food! Just let go, Leon, and don't get any of your Asian hurl on my jacket!" Leon released him, sending Emil stumbling back before he left the room in a frustrated, flustered heap.
Leon chuckled. "Who's the maid now, Icy?"
-A Little While Later...-
"Here's your stupid food. Eat it and shut up. I'm not doing anymore errands for you."
"Aw, but I was going to, like, give you your tip." Leon winked and smirked, his thick eyebrows raising a bit.
"No thanks, I'm good." Emil took a seat on Leon's bed, digging his fingers into the red silk comforter.
The Asian shrugged, but said nothing. There was an awkward lull in the air, neither of the boys saying anything. Leon ate in silence, nibbling at his food with little appetite.
"I thought you said you were hungry, moron."
"I just wanted you to be my maid. The only thing that would make this better is if you were in a maid's dress." He started laughing, but it wasn't like any of his other short chuckles. This was different, more...genuine in some ways.
Emil internally slapped his forehead. If I keep thinking strange things like this I'm going to become mad.
Madly in lo-
"Shut. Up." Emil slapped his hand over his head.
The latter looked up at him in confusion. "What's going on with you?"
Emil shook his head. "It's nothing, forget about it. I was just talking to myself."
Leon made a face. "If you say so..." His face contorted even more, and his hands went to clutch at his mouth shakily.
"Hey, you." Emil leaned over him. "Are you okay?"
Cute. He's concerned for my well-being.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Another wave of nausea hit him like a Korean groping to the stomach. "...Hngh..."
Emil frowned. "You don't sound fine. Did you take any medication?"
"..." Leon shook his head, an expression similar to pain written across his face.
The Icelandic narrowed his eyes and smoothed a hand over the Asian's forehead. "Damn, your head's steaming! God, Leon, I'm getting you some medicine."
He would've made a snarky remark if it wasn't for his stomach feeling like it was splitting in two. Leon forced a bitter fountain of bile and noodle slop down. "Don't bother, ngh...Yao has some, geh...herbs downstairs..."
Emil quickly yanked the door open and sped downstairs. Leon felt the sweat on his forehead drop down slowly, licking at his ear before dribbling onto his vest. The tiny droplets seemed to mesmerize him for what seemed like hours before Emil returned with a steaming cup of what looked to be tea.
"Here," Emil thruster the porcelain cup at him, "Yao made it."
Leon took a bitter sip. "It would've tasted better if you had made it, Ice." The bile in his throat didn't burn as badly, and it didn't seem to jump into his mouth every five seconds.
"No way in hell am I going to make anything for you." Emil glared weakly.
The Asian gulped down the last of the dark liquid in the cup, staring into the bowl-like container. "Ah, the tea leaves have told my fortune..."
"Don't change the subject!"
"They tell of deep longing, and because of this, a fatal turn of events will occur..." His voice lowered quietly, as if he was telling the scariest story in the world.
Emil scoffed. "Oh, please! Don't tell me you believe in that superstitious crap!"
Leon set his cup on the desk beside his bed. "Well, I'm Asian. Of course I believe in superstitions, luck, fate, fortune. Don't you Icelanders have special beliefs?"
Emil frowned thoughtfully. "Well, I don't. I don't know about the other people in Iceland. My brother and I weren't brought up with any special superstition. Although, Lukas is one of the leading members in our community's Dark Magic Circle. I don't know why he believes in that stuff, magic doesn't exist."
"Well, no wonder you thought this special fortune telling was crap!"
Emil pouted. "Tch, well, that stupid fortune thing was no more than a little prediction you made up."
"Well, you do know that if you say 'Magic doesn't exist,' a fairy, like, dies, right?"
"You're utterly stupid, honestly. That only applies if you say 'Fairies aren't real.'"
Leon gasped mockingly, a hand planted to his cheek in feigned shock. "Emmy! You said-! You're a monster! How could you say that?!"
Emil rolled his eyes. "Whatever, you're such a pain in the ass."
Leon would've laughed.
But...instead...
"Yo, Emil...that tea isn't working...Gonna puke..." He staggered out of bed, his head spinning.
"Agh! Don't aim your stuff at me!" Emil pushed his co-worker into the bathroom next door, and forced Leon in front of the toilet bowl. "Here."
Leon clutched the toilet ring with clammy hands, the now-sour stomach acid mixed with digested chicken Lo Mein taking its leave out of his gut. All the while, Emil patted Leon's back gently, calming the frenzy in his body.
"Shit," Leon breathed out, "I'm a mess."
Before Emil's mind could scream out 'a hot mess,' or some weird crap like that, the Asian started another round of "Lo Mein Mouth Muck." Leon motioned him to leave, groaning loudly and holding back his hair with a single fist. Honestly, Emil felt bad. He felt bad that Leon had to suffer with his stomach, and with that rowdy family. But still, it must be nice to have a bunch of relatives...
Emil untied his white lacy bow that had been wrapped around his collar and attempted to coax Leon's tight grip loose from his hair. The Asian shook his head, a low groan emitting from his lips.
"Dammit, Leon! I'm not going to snip it all off, just let me do this." He felt his fingers slacken. "I see your arm is getting tired..."
Leon gave a sickly groan again, his hand slipping from his dark locks, being replaced with a pale Icelandic hand. Emil took the ribbon in his freehand and captured Leon's long tresses.
Over and under, a large loop with one end, tuck it under, and pull the last end up and tighten.
When Emil had removed his hands from the raven silk on Leon's head, a small ponytail shone proudly instead of the tousled mess before. "There, now you can puke with your hair at least out of your face."
But Leon didn't puke.
No, he laughed.
It was weak, and it sounded more like a half-moan, but nonetheless it was laughter.
"What are you laughing at?!"
"I'm sorry, it's just-you're being such a girl right now and I-I, like, can't stop, I'm sorry! This is just so-this whole situation-!" Leon snorted.
Emil crossed his arms and fell back, pouting. "Well, excuse me! That was a friend helping a friend! And for your information, you act and look like a pregnant woman, holding your face over the toilet like that."
A long pause suddenly fell over the two, each boy looking at the other with a trivial expression.
Hmph, serves him right. Calling me a girl is offensive.
Hm...That wasn't, like, too bad of a statement, actually.
Tch, and that ponytail makes him look more girlier than me...
This ponytail really is comfortable...and is that a bow?
Wait a second, I'm not girly!
Emil cheeks flushed pink, and the boy opposite of him burst out laughing once more.
"You, you really are a girl! Look, you're blushing just like one!"
"You're definitely delusional...You're definitely a madman, I'm going home."
This made Leon shut up instantly. "Wait...Ice!" He clutched onto the other's jacket. "Please, don't go. Don't leave me alone with them. Please, don't leave me alone with Yong Soo and Yao. They're going to torture me and harass me...pleassseeeeeee Ice."
Ugh, he's so annoying...and whiny...he's whiny when he's sick.
Emil pinched the bridge of his nose and released a long sigh. "Whatever. It's not like I have anything else to do, besides the case we're working on."
Leon let go of his jacket and smiled, right before he turned back around and let his stomach unfurl once more.
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Leon had forced Emil into lying down next to him, and they had spent the last half hour talking about random life crap.
"-and sometimes I get this burning feeling in my chest whenever Yao and Kiku are talking with each other and stuff, and it makes me feel...strange."
Emil lifted his head from the pillow. "So you don't know what that feeling is, do you?" It's just like the feeling I used to get around Mathias and Lukas.
"No."
"How long have you felt this feeling?"
"I don't know. A little over a couple years, ever since Kiku reunited with Yao after moving here."
Emil smiles; he knows exactly what his friend is feeling. "You're feeling jealous."
Leon gave him a face between extreme surprise and utter disgust. "WHAT THE HELL?!"
"Well, you said you felt this intense feeling in your chest whenever you see Yao and Kiku together. It's not like, relationship jealousy. It's more like...platonic jealousy. You feel neglected by your brother because they don't relate with you like they used to. It's not a bad thing, I mean, I felt like that for a while whenever I saw Mathias with Lukas."
"...You really know your stuff."
"It's just experience, it's nothing, really."
Leon smiled at the ceiling. "Ya know, Kiku and his fiancée are coming over for dinner. You should really stay over, I mean, you'll risk getting groped by Yong Soo, but my cousin Mei Lin will keep him in check. Plus, you can help me out with my...ah, jealousy."
"How many relatives do you live with?!"
"Well...there's Mei Lin, my cousin. She's a year younger than me. Then there's Yong Soo, Kiku, Yao...that's it...I think."
"Don't you have parents?"
"Well, I did. But they passed away when I was younger."
"Oh. I'm sorry."
An awkward lull dawned over the conversation. Leon didn't try to start in a new topic, instead, he began drinking the new cup of herbal tea that was given to him by Yao.
"If it makes you feel any better, my parents are kind of dead too." Emil brushed a piece of hair out of his eyes.
And the lull continued, neither of them knowing what else to say. Leon's hand inched towards the Icelanders, and until he finally realized it, Emil began to babble aimlessly.
"-and I-Leon? What're you doing?"
Leon didn't answer, for his eyes had fluttered shut and his breathing had evened out. However, his hand was tightly clasped in the other's, tracing random symbols on his palm.
Emil tried not to squirm from the light, ticklish feeling that was accented with each stroke of the Asian's thumb pad.
"Leon...Leon, let go..."
I. 我
"Dude, you're asleep. How can you grip things so tight?! Leon!"
Like. 喜欢
"Leon!" Emil had resorted to whining, he could feel his usually cold hands warming up the longer the latter held them. "...This is...okay, I guess."
You. 你
"...Shhh, Ice. I'm trying to pretend to sleep."
Emil nearly slapped him.
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Emil had to admit, sitting with a bunch of other Asians definitely was a little unnerving, especially since they were all giving you curious gazes around the table.
"Aiyah! Emil, you should eat more! You're so skinny, and your hair is white!"
And that, was definitely unnerving.
Just because I have a pale shade of hair doesn't mean that I'm malnutricized...
"Don't worry, my brother always forces everyone to eat more than they have to. Ever since I kind of exploded the fridge, he's been forcing us to finish everything so we don't have leftovers..." Leon plucked another pile of stir-fry onto his plate.
"You blew up your refrigerator?!" Emil gasped. "The fridge is where you can store everything, and it's an efficient and cool box...thing!"
"Hey, Xiao! I think Emil loves the fridge more than you, da-ze!" A certain Korean cackled.
Leon's expression suddenly darkened dangerously. "If you say one more word, I will burn your whole manhwa collection."
They both sound like Mathias and Lukas when they argue...WAIT, DID YONG SOO JUST SAY I LOVED THE FRIDGE?
"Hold up. Let's make one thing clear; I'm not in love with an electrical appliance. It's just that...I have a very fond spot for fridges. They're efficient."
"So this is Leon's brand new boy toy...He's
kě'ài (cute), Xiao-Xiao." A girl chirped brightly, but Emil felt weird vibes around her.
Emil didn't know what that meant, but he knew that it probably was something explicit or something that would make him get all flustered.
"Oh, he's hěn kě'ài (very cute), Mei Lin." Leon smirked.
"I'm right here, you do realize that, right?" Emil set his fork on his now-empty plate, glaring in Leon's direction.
"He's very feisty, though." The girl giggled, more weird vibes rolling off of her.
"That's how I like them."
Emil decided to tune the rest of the stupidly pathetic conversation out, instead, he focused his attention on the quiet man next to him. He hadn't said much throughout the whole meal, besides murmuring a few words to Yao.
I like this guy way better than anybody else in Leon's family. He doesn't say much.
Noticing him staring at him, Kiku cleared his throat. "You must be Leon's friend."
Emil nodded slowly. "I...yes, I am."
"My name is Kiku Honda. I'm his half-brother. It's a pleasure to meet you." The Japanese man held his hand out.
Emil shook it lightly. "Emil Steillson. It's nice to meet you too."
As awkward as it was, Emil enjoyed the small talk that was exchanged between Kiku and himself. He learned that surprisingly, this man worked as a photographer for a fashion agency, the president of that agency was whom he was to marry in several months. Leon described him as being more active in his younger years, taking lessons in fighting with the katana and other self defense methods, but he was more composed and calm now, he seemed way older than he actually was.
Kiku excused himself from the table, which gave Emil a huge glimpse of the ring he sported on his left ring finger.
Hmm...Looks a little girly, doesn't it?
Emil's attention was suddenly focused on someone else when his world suddenly flipped upside down, his back arching against something boney.
"Let's go, Ice, we, like, have work to do."