A/N: Here's the second chapter of my fanfic...
oh well, I hope you like the Guinea pig Tsuna and Dark Takeshi character representations...
well, to give you a better idea of why did I think of this....
I integrated naturalism in this fic... humans failing to escape the harsh environment and how society changed men into evil.......
Enjoy! - Arcbound Illusionist
He stood up from the floor and positioned himself under the shower head to let the running water clean himself and his mess. He reached for the soap near him and thoroughly washed his hands and his organ until the semen was removed. Afterwards, he scrubbed his body hard with the soap, trying to clean himself from last night's dirt. He wanted to remove every bit of sweat and saliva that he got from Takeshi, the stain of sin from his defiled body and the marks of possession that an owner left on his unwilling object.
He scrubbed it harder until he felt pain in his chest and saw his hickeys in a darker color due to being pressed. He felt the pain as he applied little pressure in one in his chest with his fingers. He then pressed it harder, intensifying the pain he earlier felt and continuing it, as if waiting for blood to come out of it. He also pressed another one with his other hand, and now, the pain was almost unbearable... but then...
After a few seconds, the feeling of pain was gone and was replaced by numbness. it does not hurt anymore... The feeling is quite pleasurable and it lulled him to a very similar sensation he first felt a month ago... when he offered himself to Yamamoto for Gokudera's sake.
He was sitting in a table inside a cafe, patiently viewing the glass window in search for someone. Looking by his face, he's quite enthusiastic, even though he had been waiting for almost an hour. On his table lies the evidence of boredom and waiting, two empty cups of espresso and a plate used to place the bread that he ordered. He was currently sipping his third cup of espresso when the door opened, along with the ringing of the bells.
A man went inside the cafe and he walked across the counter to order. Then, that man walked towards the tables. Tsuna was quite curious about the man. Its features were very distinct, very oriental. He had short black hair and carries with him a bamboo sword which the man carried with his hand. He followed the man through glance and after that, the black-haired man sat on the table behind him, taking the chair behind Tsuna.
Tsuna was quite curious about the man's bamboo sword, he had only seen those in travel shows featuring Japan and how those were used by the people in kendo. He then imagined himself doing kendo, wearing kendo protective gear and wielding a bamboo sword. But his dream was shattered immediately by the fact that he was not athletic, he failed his PE classes and lost all sports competitions. He was only good at one thing... which gained him the reputation of "The Guinea Pig".
Being in the mafia world meant living a very dangerous life, and if you a Cavallone, you must be able to have one special forte. His dad was a famous whip user, being able to whip anything and use it at his will but his dad's only downside was he needs the presence of a famiglia member whenever he fights, or else... disaster. Her mother was known for her cooking... and shivered upon the fact that his dad spent a month in the hospital by accidentally sipping Bianchi's poisonous coffee. His younger siblings also have their forte. Fuuta was good with statistics, I-Pin with martial arts and Lambo with heavy artillery.
Even though he did not like what he was being called, he just couldn't blame the people calling him that. Since he remembered, he was being used by scientists to test their newly-formulated drugs, poison, LSD, and sometimes, biological diseases. Thus, being injected with lethal amounts of drugs, poison and diseases, his body had been able to produce antibodies in a very fast rate to supress the effect of those substances. But having this unique ability did not come without a consequence, he also suffered from drugs and poison... but only for 10 minutes. And within those 10 minutes, he experienced hell.
Using the mirrors decorated at the walls at his back, he managed to get a glimpse of the man's face. He noticed the man's cheerful black eyes that were like onyx. He also noticed the sculpted face which suited the onyx eyes. In Tsuna's eyes, the man looked like a supermodel or something and it would be impossible if that guy didn't had a girlfriend. He felt a little envy since he was only famous in school for being test subject in many experiments, which usually was his source of income. How he wished that he was that handsome!
His established train of thought was disturbed when he heard the man behind him spoke his cellular phone. He was quite fascinated with the voice, it had a Japanese accent. Then, he eavesdropped to the conversation between the black-haired man and the man in the phone. It seems to him that they are talking about planning an assassination. He did not want to hear the succeeding lines and decided to stand up but upon hearing the black-haired man's voice, he changed his mind.
Tsuna stopped pressing the hickeys on the thought that it might not recover fast. So he just continued scrubbing his body with soap until the soap bubbles covered his hickeys from view and after a while, rinsed himself with water. The water slowly washed away the soap from his body, disclosing all he hickeys he tried to hide from himself. He then thought that he could hide the fact the he was slowly being consumed, being consumed by someone else.
"Mario, our target will arrive here in a few minutes. Be ready. Make sure to kill him in one shot. Kill Hayato Gokudera."
The world suddenly stopped from turning upon hearing the assassination plot against Hayato. He immediately get his cellular phone from his pocket to call Gokudera. He pressed the numbers in a hurry... chasing every second...
Shit.
The sound he only heard was the operator.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
"Hayato. Please don't come!" he whispered. He knew to himself that whispering while sitting there would just mean Hayato's death. He tried to think of a way. As he touch his pocket, he remembered that he had with him his weapons... syringes with lethal amount of heroin, cocaine and opium respectively. He get the syringe with opium and removed its cap. He then hold the barrel of the syringe with his three fingers being supported by his pinkie and the plunger , ready to push by his thumb. He carefully watched the man through its reflection in the mirror. When he noticed that the man was still busy with the turned around and luckily, he managed to put the needle in the man's arm.
The man felt it and said to to the other line, "Hey wait, something..."
Tsuna said to the man with a low voice,
"Turn around and you'll die!"
"Shit!"
" Tell the man to cancel the assassination attempt. Now!"
The man, feeling the needle being inserted deeper in his skin , complied.
"Mario! Mario! Come in! I'm caught! Stand by my command". The man tried to surprise his attacker by using his bamboo sword but...
"Hey, put that down or else..." and then followed by the sound of bamboo sword falling on the floor.
Tsuna, gaining the upper hand, felt a moment of relief, despite hiding his nervousness and fright against the man. He breathed deeply to regain some composure and asked the man,
"Who are you and why do you try to kill my friend?"
"So you are his friend, huh?"
"What's it to you? Answer me or you'll go right to hell!"
"Takeshi Yamamoto. Leader of the Mestrato Famiglia. Japanese. !7 years old. Favorite hobbies are baseball and kendo...." the man said as if he was telling his stats to his fans.
"Try babbling nonsense and you're dead meat!" Tsuna was now confused about the man's behavior. He inserted the needle deeper to the man's flesh which made the man twitched.
"You know, Mister, it's not nice to hurt his hostage."
"Shut up! Aren't you afraid?" Tsuna turned his head towards his hostage.
The man ignored his question and continued saying things a little goofy. "Then, it's also not fair not telling your name to... and.. " the man had a quick glance at the mirror in his front and saw something interesting in its reflection in the front door.
"Hmmm... what a lucky chance.. look who's coming..." he exclaimed which made Tsuna look at the person coming...
It's Hayato, opening the door wearing a black shirt and a denim jeans. He went straight at the counter to order food.
"Hey, Mister. Try removing your syringe at me if you don't want your friend to push daisies."
"What if I did not?" Tsuna now was desperately trying to get Hayato's attention but it seemed impossible because at that moment, the silver-haired Italian was arguing with the cashier.
"Then, it's goodbye to him... and well, to me. But if you're a real friend, you'll just remove your syringe..." Tsuna had no choice but to remove the syringe and try to inject a little amount of opium as he tried to remove it. Unluckily, the man sensed what's his plan and...
"By the way, don't attempt to inject me with that... or who knows what might happen at your friend."
"I'm not a fool! If I remove this from you, you might kill us. Give me a proof that you will not try to kill him or else..."
The man smiled and said, "And what if I did that? Where is my proof that I'm getting out of here alive, huh? Think fast, I'm not a good thinker you know."
Tsuna never felt so nervous and frightened before until now. Literally, he has two choices. One was to kill the man but if he do that, Hayato will surely be killed, which is definitely not good. The second choice, however, was to free them man and let him go but the possibility of the man betraying was high and it might now end up being killed. Grains of sweat started to from from his forehead and running down towards his face. He noticed Hayato, holding a tray of food, looking for him.
"Hey, time is running... tic..tac..tic.. make up your mind... okay, okay, just to make this more fun. See the apartment building across the street?"
"Yes..." Tsuna said nervously...
"Look closely at the row of windows in the third floor. On the second curtained window from the right, you'll see Mario from here aiming at your friend," the man told him slowly. To Tsuna, it as if the man was bluffing but when he looked at the curtained window, he saw the man's outline, holding a sniper gun. His eyes looked down, he saw Hayato, smiling at him.
Hayato was now coming towards him and Mario, the man in the window, aiming at Hayato. Looking at Mario's aim, he knows for sure that Mario would aim for the head.
"Hey, look, he's coming at his death... choose, my life or his life..."
"Achoo!"
Tsuna was now feeling cold, and decided to end his bath. He stepped out of the shower and wore the bath robe that is hooked behind the shower door. He then went to the sink near the wall mirror and get his toothpaste neatly placed in his mug. He turned on the faucet and rinsed his toothbrush. he then applied toothpaste to it and started brushing his teeth. He brushed his teeth hard, aiming to remove plaque and to avoid cavities. He filled his mug with water and used it to gargle.
He bite his clean teeth in front of the mirror, and smiled happily. Childish as it seems, he was really into doing it. While he was smiling at the mirror, he noticed that his lips had some toothpaste residue and when he wiped it with his fingers, he remembered something... the first time that man started to stole himself from him...
Being pressured by time, the man behind him and Hayato coming towards him. he finally announced.
"Okay. Here's the deal. Make your man drop all his guns towards the sidewalk. Then, I'll drop the syringe and get out of here. Just let him live." Tsuna's grip on the syringe became unsteady which the man behind him noticed. Tsuna, at that moment, tried to make a happy face at Hayato, for him not to notice any strange things going on...
"Ok! That's a deal! Don't worry, once you remove that syringe, I'll tell him to abandon the mission and escape," the man exclaimed.
He slowly removed the needle from the man's flesh and dropped it on the floor as proof. After that, he placed his hands in his lap and clenched it along with his pants. Trembling, he requested, "Now do your part."
"Why would I do that?"
"I said 'Do it'!" he growled at him and at the same time, attracting some of the costumers' attention. Eyes became speculative at the two teen-aged boys sitting at the cafe. Both of them became conscious of the their surroundings, Tsuna became worried in how the Japanese would react, but he got surprised when a smile crossed over the man's lips.
"I am not an idiot to do that! I guess Hayato Gokudera will die due to a friend's stupidity. How funny!" and he laughed.
Tsuna could not believed on what he had done. He was stupid! Very stupid! Stupid to make such a dumb agreement! He wished he could turn back the time when the needle was still in Takeshi's skin and killed him swiftly. He would have been happy to see this man perish before him, instead of laughing maniacally at his foolishness.
But the other side of him, the side of him that had been loving Hayato, just wanted to save Hayato. He would not let Hayato die, he would not take it. He would rather die as well, but the thought of Hayato, bathing in his blood would just bring him eternal damnation. He would not allow it! He WILL not allow it! He started to think of a plan, of using the remaining syringes in his pocket and injecting it for a swift kill.
His right hand slowly moved towards his pocket but Takeshi was wise enough to know his plan, he warned,
"It's useless! I won't let myself be caught in that trick twice."
Tsuna froze. His hand suddenly felt cold and heavy, unable to move. Not only his hand, but his whole body started to freeze. Every part of his body could not move, as if it had a will of its own.
"Hey look at you precious friend." still looking from the mirrors' reflection "He's walking towards the condiment island. Once he reaches for something there, he's dead. How unfortunate, isn't it?"
Tsuna, at his last ounce of strength, turned his head towards Hayato, who was slowly going to the condiment island. He could not save him. His eyes could not look the other things apart from Hayato and his apparent demise. Every step Hayato took brought pain to Tsuna, adding pain to the coldness that he felt inside. Then, an impossible idea struck his mind. It was next to impossible but this was the only way to save him. He closed his eyes and said,
"Please, Takeshi, don't kill him." Tears surged from his eyes and flowed into his cheeks. In cracked voice, he pleaded "I will do anything... anything... just tell me what you want and I'll do it. Monkey... clown... maid... anything you want... even a serial rapist or an arsonist... yeah... an arsonist.. just tell me where and I'll burn it for you... or if you want a thousand corpses at your feet, then you'll get it... just tell me and I do anything... anything... even amputating my feet at your front... please... even giving you my freedom... even being your slave... just...just..."
Takeshi noticed the desperation in the man's voice and besides, he heard the best words that he could hear in just one day.
"Fine, since you do your part, I might as well do mine. Besides, I have a better plan in my mind."
He dialed Mario and told him to drop his weapon and to escape from that place. Within seconds, the passers-by saw an Italian Carcano M91/38 bolt-action rifle falling from the window and followed by its loud breaking sound on the pavement. It was simultaneously followed by the disappearance of the man's outline on the curtain. After seeing that, Tsuna was relieved.
Meanwhile, Gokudera's attention shifted to the sound of the gun that fell and for a second, it gave Tsuna time to deal with his enemy... or in his case... master.
"Okay. Now. What do you want me to do?" the brown-haired man cried as he surrendered himself.
"Hmmm... starting today... I'll be your master and you are my slave, slave-dog." he smiled as he turned his chair next to the boy.
"Yes, my lord."
He threw his arm towards Tsuna's shoulder. Tsuna felt the weight of his arm, quite heavy and because he was unaccustomed to this, he unconsciously shrugged from it, which made Takeshi irritated.
He faced Tsuna and whispered in its ear, "So, why don't you show your lord respect?"
"Just tell me what to do and I'll do it, my lord."
"Kiss the shoes of your lord and clean it with your tongue."
"Yes, my lord."
Tsuna stood from his seat and walked in front of Takeshi. Then, he knelt and bowed to the Japanese until his face was touching the ground. After that, he rose his head and asked,
"What..."
Suddenly, the black-haired man held Tsuna's head and leaned to put his face towards Tsuna's. At the very sight of Tsuna's face, he eyes grew wide and big. His eyes immediately shifted from being mocking to being sentimental and joyful. Tsuna, on the other hand was allured to Takeshi's onyx eyes and did not notice that Takeshi's lips came contact towards his lips. And for the first time in his life, he was kissed... by a man.
Takeshi's lips came soft to Tsuna's lips and as the former's lips came to the latter's lips, they both felt a sudden urge to continue it. Takeshi, having tasted Tsuna doesn't want to stop, instead, he wanted to invade the lips which tasted like freshly brewed espresso. He forced his opening towards Tsuna's mouth and then, with his tongue, felt Tsuna's teeth and tongue which both tasted espresso. Tsuna, meanwhile, was shocked by the sudden soft kiss and seems to be addicted to it but when he saw Hayato, turning back to them, he immediately pushed Takeshi away.
Both of them panted and gasped for air. Tsuna felt relieved but his body felt weird. He did not understand what that feeling is. He touched his lips with his fingers and licked his lips and quite smiled as he tasted his lips. Takeshi just looked at his expression, smiling widely and a little thankful that his kiss with his slave tasted like sweet coffee and not dirt and mud from his shoes. He then turned his face to Tsuna with malice,
"Hey what did you do that for..." Tsuna growled and the same time, blushing.
"You seem to like it, my kiss..."
"No! But it was..."
"Your first kiss right?"
"How did you know that?"
Takeshi smiled and answered, "I know my slave very well, especially if my slave wants to be consumed by his master and besides,"
"Why did you stop, master?"
"I don't know what to call you," he admitted. "Well, I remembered a childhood friend when I saw you. So, I decided that I will call you Tsuna. Any objections?"
Tsuna fell silent.
"Why? Didn't you like the name, huh, ingrate?" He held the smaller man's chin and pulled it towards his face until they were in a kissing distance. Then, he smirked darkly, "Be happy that I'll call you Tsuna. Remember, you're my slave and..." he whispered mockingly in Tsuna's ear, "I. Am. Your. Master."
Tsuna grinned a little and replied, "No. I'm happy."
"As expected of slaves, just the sight of the master make their tail wag..." he was stopped when Tsuna talked again.
"I'm just happy that you'll call me by my name, master."
Takeshi was dumbfounded on what he heard. He didn't expect that this man's name would be Tsuna, similar to the kid's name that saved him from a swordsman years ago. ... it can't be... can be a name coincidence... but...the same brown hair, the same brown eyes... it can be... it can be him! He grew still for a second, and without wasting time, he said,
"Dump your date with him! I don't care how but I want you to come with me. If you don't comply, you know what will happen, Tsuna." and as he left, he bumped Hayato and his tray. The food in his tray fell on the floor. Hayato was enraged with that and within a second, started a commotion inside,
"What the fuck!" Gokudera shouted.
"Excuse me. I don't have time with you!" Takeshi get his wallet from his pocket, stashed an amount of cash from it. He gave it to him and continued walking towards the door.
Hayato, being insulted with the act, grabbed Takeshi's shoulder and turned him. He grabbed Takeshi's shirt and said,
"Hey! Don't you know who I am, fuck-head?"
Takeshi held Gokudera's wrists and shoved it away from his clothes.
"I know who you are but because of someone, I'll let you pass."
The Italian, being enraged, punched him in the face. Takeshi retaliated the punch with an uppercut and within seconds, the customers' attention was in them. Tsuna, seeing the two fighting, immediately picked Takeshi's bamboo sword and rushed to them. Tsuna positioned himself between them and shouted,
"Stop it. Hayato!"
"Tenth..." Hayato stopped and focused his eyes on Tsuna, showing extreme embarrassment for his actions.
"Hey Tsuna, come with me..." Takeshi commanded.
"Yes, my lord." Tsuna bowed his head towards him and walked with him
"Tenth! Tenth! What are you doing with that bastard!" he shouted.
"Just leave us alone, Hayato. Besides, you are an hour late. I'm going with him." Tsuna said as he walked with Takeshi. His tears fell out from his eyes, out of disbelief that he said that thing to Hayato... but he needed to do it... for his safety...
Takeshi put his arm on Tsuna's shoulders and pulled the boy closer to him. He smiling mockingly at the white-haired Italian. As they left the restaurant, they left a certain person named Gokudera Hayato very, very mad.
Stepping out of the bathroom, Tsuna was surprised seeing his dad, Dino Cavallone, sitting at one of the chairs in the dining room, drinking hot coffee. Dino looked at him, smiling... and said,
"Tsuna, I didn't know you already have a girlfriend. You were so noisy earlier, howling someone's name. Good job, my boy. Just like your dad..."
Tsuna felt a little relieved that his father didn't hear that he was howling Takeshi's name while jerking off inside the bathroom. He just ignored his dad and went upstairs to his room.
Ah, finished at last!
This is the second installment... and finished editing it...from my LJ account
but, there might be some mistakes...
Please review the chapter so that I will know what things should I improve on...
for the next installments.
Till next time.