Update powers, away! Ah, this chapter isn't the most interesting in my opinion, but it does have one of my favorite 2p characters.
I would still love people to tell me whether they want to see little pieces of a couple of the other 2p's lives to get to know them better? [2p!Romano would be the first]
Enjoy, and review please? It's so greatly appreciated, you really don't know! [You readers are very quiet, ha ha!]
The words caused Alfred to begin screaming, not a tiny yelp, no full out screaming once again. Hadn't he done enough yelling? Why was fate so cruel? He was going to have a sore throat soon. That didn't matter this very moment though, this man was dangerous. He wasn't sure what he was going to do, but it sounded really bad.
A hand quickly clamped over his mouth, it smelled oddly like tomatoes. Alfred really loved healthy food, but this was not the time to focus on that!
"Shhh, you'll be okay. Tú eres muy lindo." The voice whispered into his ear, his eyes flashing. Now Alfred had a red-like eye color himself, but this man's were much different. They were showing off a promise of pain and tears. A hand began to lightly rub Alfred's chest, sliding down soon after. Alfred's tears were pouring out by now, making quiet muffled sobs under the man's hand.
His hand softly rubbed his inner thigh, getting much too close for any comfort. He wasn't allowed to touch down there! He was next to a very bad spot! Alfred slightly squirmed and tried to shift around, finding some way to escape. However, the other man seemed to take it another way.
"Oh, you like it, sí?" He whispered, his hand began creeping up closer to that bad spot. He wasn't allowed to touch there! No! No! The world seemed too confusing, it was spinning around Alfred. Hence why he didn't expect a loud sound to drop him to reality. There was a loud BANG, and the man who was touching him was suddenly running away.
Did the police come? Wait, the police don't even seem to exist around here. Did someone hear his cry for help? Whoever it was, Alfred was grateful for them.
"Nasty fuckas aru!" A voice huffed to his side, immediately grabbing the boy's attention. He turned his head to see a young man standing and casually swinging a gun between his fingers. He had black hair that was tied up in a tiny ponytail, not that it was all that long to begin with though. He had on a strange black cadet cap, put on backwards to be exact. His clothes were normal, too normal. He had on a red jean jacket, which was open and showed a black undershirt. Finally he also wore black jeans, not ripped like Alfred's. Was he the one who helped him?
"You okay there? Stupid muthaf-'Scuse me, aru," he chuckled quietly, feeling like he shouldn't curse and corrupt the child more. He could already see that the child had been through enough. He really didn't know what brought him to this neighborhood in the first place, it was a complete dump! However he had to listen to his little brother, Kiku, no matter how freaky that kid was. He sighed heavily, why was he always stuck with the weird ones?
Alfred stared at him, trembling from the incident still. He didn't look dangerous, but he was twirling a gun as if it was some kind of toy. Guns always scared him, he wasn't sure why. They weren't as creepy as spiders, but pretty close.
"Yo, you okay kid? That fu-idiot is gone, you okay with Yao." He wasn't sure why he referred to himself in third person, but damn did he enjoy it. It made him feel powerful! Which he was of course, being the owner of a large company and all. Seriously why was he in this hell hole?
The man seemed asian, and yet he spoke just like an American. It was quite amusing actually, he couldn't tell if the man looked like he belonged here, or should be sent somewhere far away. Either way he spoke up, "Y-Yes. Thank you f-f-for..." He wasn't sure why he started crying, but he did. He hated crying. Mommy would be so mad.
Yao walked over to the small boy, sighing a bit. Why did he get himself into things like this? So many questions, and he'll never get answers because the world is out to get him! Wait, that relevant right now. "Don't cry, aru! Listen, I'll give you a lollipop if you hush down!" He didn't know how to deal with crying children, Kiku was always so quiet! Creepy, but silent.
Alfred tilted his head to the side. A lollipop? He had one once, it tasted oddly good. His mommy didn't like candy though, she always took it for herself. She'd yell that he's fat enough, but he wasn't so sure. If anything, he wasn't eating enough! He wouldn't question mommy though, she knew what she was talking about. Still, he'd love to have a lollipop right now!
He sniffled and fought back the tears, staring at the man. Yao let out a small sigh of relief and grinned, holding his hand out. "I'm Yao, Yao Wang!" He hoped the boy didn't make fun of his name like many others did.
He glanced at the man's offering hand, reaching over to place his own in it, "I'm Alfred." He was buzzing with questions, but he couldn't bring himself to ask them. What happened to that strange man who was touching him? Who was Yao, and why was he here? What made him protect him?
His thoughts were interrupted when he heard something being unwrapped and crumpled. He blinked a few times before noticing the Chinese man was holding out a stick. Wait, no, that wasn't a stick. It was a lollipop! Alfred's stomach bubbled up in excitement, he hadn't been able to have one in so long! Yao could instantly feel the happy aura that radiated off the young boy, grinning himself.
"You know, you remind me of my lil' brother, Kiku. He's about your age, except he's creepier." He might as well be honest to him, besides the whole world knew his brother was strange. Hell, his brother knew he was a freak. He sighed, he shouldn't be thinking such rude things. Kiku was family, the only family he had left at that.
"Kiku?" Alfred repeated, testing out the name. He liked it, it was strange, he liked strange. "Where is he?"
"Ah, he's probably crawling around here somewhere," Yao commented, tapping his chin and looking around. Alfred arched a brow in confusion. Crawling around? Was Kiku a dog or something? He kind of regretted asking actually.
"Spirals!" Screamed a voice as a figure jumped onto the Chinese man's back. He didn't budge, he only rolled his eyes. Alfred's eyes opened wide, backing away a bit. Why was Yao so casual about this?
"Alfred, this is Kiku, my brother." The young man answered Alfred's obvious question, or at least it seemed so by the look on his face. His brother was such an embarrassment, how did they deal with each other?
"Gaoo!" The little Japanese boy continued, pulling on his brother's hair.
"H-Hello," Alfred just barely whispered, quite scared of the wild boy. He didn't even seem to be speaking English, or any language for that matter! Then again, Alfred hardly knew English himself. The boy looked up and the red haired boy was able to get a proper look at him. He had short black hair, almost in the shape of a bowl. He tried to keep himself from snickering at that, mommy always hit him when he laughed for stupid reasons. It was when he glanced into the other boy's eyes that Alfred felt a chill travel down his spine. They were a large red color, and they seemed to be gazing into the distance.
"Alfred-chan, spirals!" The boy kept a very serious expression. Alfred couldn't help but wonder what spirals he was talking about. Those were those swirly shapes, right? He looked about before glancing at his lollipop. He held it out and wondered if this is what he was talking about.
Kiku blinked a few times before breaking into a sweet smile, letting go of his brother's now messy hair and walking over to Alfred. He wrapped his arms around the other and squeezed him in a hug.
The younger boy, who was just completely confused at this point, patted his back with a sheepish smile. He wasn't sure why he was being hugged, but it was comforting in a way. When was the last time he was actually hugged by mommy? It seemed like months!
He was about to tell Alfred that his brother was just a bit crazy when he suddenly saw them hugging. He couldn't help but smile softly, his brother had never done that before. At least not to anyone besides him. Was he jealous? Maybe a little. He was more happy though, or so he swore silently. "Hey Kiku, it's time to go aru. It was nice meeting you Alfred, but Kiku and I have to return to our home." Yao stated abruptly, almost sadly. He enjoyed seeing the two boys interact.
"H-Home? Where?" Alfred frowned, enjoying the presence of a decent person for once in his life. How could they be going already? Did he do something wrong?
"It's in Manhattan, do you know where that is?" Yao asked, biting his bottom lip a bit.
Now if Alfred was educated on anything while he wasn't in school, it was about America. He loved looking at the map and planning new places to explore and travel to one day! Of course, he'd never get the chance, but it was nice to dream. That's why it was called the American Dream, right? He nodded quickly and grinned.
"Well we come from there, we were just visiting another borough for the time being." Truth being that Kiku sensed many spirals round here and nearly dragged his brother. He was a lot younger, but damn he was strong!
Alfred stood silent, the realization slowly dawning on him. His possible friend was leaving already. He shouldn't be surprised, life was out to get him. As freaky as Kiku was, he hadn't hurt Alfred in any way. As a matter of fact, they were still hugging! He blinked a few times before looking down, mouth gaping open. How had the boy fallen asleep on him? And while standing! Wasn't that uncomfortable?
He shaked Kiku a bit as the boy blinked awake, almost owlishly. Suddenly Yao snapped his fingers and gave him a huge bright smile. Alfred tilted his head to the side and wondered what he was thinking.
"Aiyah! I have an idea! Here, take this card aru!" The Chinese man all but yelled in excitement, boy was he happy! He glanced down at the card he was given, it was just a small white paper, a strong one. Printed on it were a few letters and numbers, all of which Alfred couldn't exactly read properly.
"What is this for?" He asked, tilting his head up as Kiku finally stopped clinging onto him, returning to Yao's side.
"That is my phone number! You and Kiku can have a play date whenever you want! Just call, okay?" He was a genius, and he knew it! He did run a powerful business after all. A big business with lots of bitc-
"Thank you," Alfred whispered, holding the card close. He and Kiku could still be friends, or at least try to be.
"Of course! Let's go Kiku, it's time for your lesson about swag. See-ya, Alfred!" Yao waved, placing a gentle hand on his brother's back. They both left and the American simply stared at the card. It completely slipped his mind that the man was still twirling the gun between his fingers. This was the most gifts he had ever gotten! A lollipop and a card with words and numbers! This was the best thing ever!
Or at least it was, when he suddenly remembered why he was outside in the first place. Wasn't he supposed to be home with groceries by now? Where were the bags? He looked around frantically when the cold truth seemed to whisper in the wind. He lost them.
He shivered at the mere thought of getting punished, he didn't dare think of how yet. Instead he locked his eyes with the information again. He would have to learn how to read, and fast.
Clarification: Kiku is Yao's adopted brother for the most part.