And I'm back! New chapter! Go me!
This chapter is longer than usual, but hey ho. Just go along with it.
Disclaimer: I don't own
Warnings: Swearing, yaoi
Guess what? I was wrong! Things can get worse. Much, much worse.
On arriving at Bryan and Tala's house, we all had to take off our shoes and coats. Poor Daichi was still freezing outside. Well. I say 'poor'. In reality I couldn't care less.
Their house was extraordinary. Even the hallway where we deposited our stuff was awesome. The wooden flooring was free of even a single scratch, and the pure white wallpaper complimented the paintings on the wall perfectly. It was huge.
Tala made it clear that his bedroom was out of bounds by giving an inspirational speech about how he would burn whoever trespassed onto his territory. We all agreed not to wander anywhere near the Blitzkrieg Boys for our own personal safety.
The drama all started when Mystel accidentally dropped a glass in the kitchen.
Luckily for him, Bryan didn't go all psycho rage I'm-going-to-rip-you-apart on him, but he did scowl at the Egyptian from across the room. Tala was busy bossing everyone around upstairs, and I was seated at the table in the (massive) kitchen, reading a book.
"I'm sorry! I'll pick it up!" Mystel apologised, picking up the shards of glass with his fingers.
"Don't do that!" I felt I had to warn him about the dangers of glass and how stroppy they could get. After all, they did enjoy cutting skin.
"Don't do what? I'll be fine, Ray." Mystel simply said, before tripping over and whacking his head against the kitchen counter. Oh yeah, and then he cut himself on the glass. There always has to be some blood.
"Is it dead?" Bryan arrived at the unconscious Mystel before I did. The falcon picked up a spatula and started poking him with it, and I couldn't exactly stop him, could I?
"Uh... Bryan... I don't think it's- he's- dead, you know." I subtly hinted, trying to get Bryan to stop poking Mystel. Thankfully, my amazing powers of persuasion convinced the calm and gentle Bryan to step away from the spatula.
"Go away, Kon. Why aren't you upstairs, anyway?" Bryan growled at me, having now moved on to kicking Mystel. So much for that theory.
"I've already unpacked." I shrug, looking at the poor child curled up on the floor. He'll have bruises tomorrow.
"Brooklyn, go away." Mystel moaned. Quick! He's coming to! Run away and hide all evidence that I've been here!
"Huh. It's alive." Bryan raised an eyebrow and took a step back, leaving Mystel still on the floor. Being the charming person that I am, I had to help the idiot up.
"Mystel? Are you okay?" I peered down at him, wincing at the bruise on the side of his head. That was probably going to hurt.
The Serpent looked at me, cradling his head with one hand. Blood seeped out of his right arm, staining the white tile floor. I would've felt sorry for him if he wasn't glaring at me.
"Were you kicking me?" He questioned, trying to stand up. I grabbed his arm to steady him when he started swaying slightly, earning a glare from both him and Bryan. Now what had I done?
"Uh..." I stammered, knowing that if I blamed Bryan, the falcon would murder me. Even if it was his fault.
"Yeah. No. Possibly. Um... Yes?" I finally manage. Mystel glared at me while Bryan smirked. I was trapped.
"Well. Don't do it again." What? That was it? No brutal torture? No noses being broken? Or maybe I'm confusing Mystel with Bryan... God, I need more sleep.
"I'm going upstairs. Touch anything and I'll slam your head between two tables." Bryan said, leaving the kitchen. That dude really needs therapy. Or psychological help. Or both.
"My head hurts." Mystel moaned, clutching the work top in pain. Being the nice and loving person that I am, I just stood there, looking at him. Aren't I nice?
"Maybe because you just knocked yourself out?" I suggest, hoping my tone sounds comforting. Unfortunately, Mystel didn't take it that way.
"Don't get all pissy with me, Ray. Go and get Brooklyn." The Egyptian instructed me. What am I, his servant? I am not letting him boss me around.
"Yeah, sure." Aaaaand there goes my badass exterior. Hey, I'm just too nice.
Running upstairs and marvelling yet again at the humongous staircase, (even the stairs were fancy) I try to detect Brooklyn's voice. But on top of the shouting and cries of 'Spencer! I need that leg!' and 'Walk awaaaay from the knife, Ming-Ming' I couldn't hear Brooklyn's voice at all. Typical.
Where would he be? He didn't like to be around people or loud noises, so he was most likely somewhere quiet.
That left me with only one option: to explore the house in an attempt to find him. Which meant that I could come across the Blitzkrieg Boys territory. Which meant that they would kill me. Gulp.
Why am I doing this for Mystel, anyway? It's not as if I have to. Okay, so he did cut his arm on glass and knock himself out. But that doesn't mean I have to do something nice for him.
Wow, this isn't making me sound like a bad person at all. I guess one of the reasons I'm practically committing suicide for the boy is because I can't help being a nice person, even if I can be a sarcastic jerk at times. And, okay, maybe just a tiny part of me actually wanted to explore this massive house.
"Come on, Ray. You can do this." I mutter to myself, carefully edging down the corridor. I'm not taking any chances; the first sound of a Russian and I'm out of here.
As well as trying to find Brooklyn, I was also gawping at every item of furniture, every painting on the wall, every delicate swirl on the wallpaper. If I wasn't so scared I would probably be smoothing down this bookcase, getting a closer look at that painting. This house really was magnificent.
The wallpaper in this corridor (most likely one of many) was red, decorated with elegant golden patterns. The carpet was snowy white, and not a spec of dirt could be seen, no matter how hard I looked. Not saying that I was constantly bending down and examining the carpet. Moving on.
I know that Spencer is with the other idiots, but I have no idea where the other Russians are. I couldn't hear Tala when I walked passed everyone else, and Kai could be anywhere. Bryan had seemingly disappeared.
And the worst thing? I wasn't in the room when Tala had told everyone where their rooms were. So they could be anywhere.
"What are you? A coward?" Trying to urge myself on, I took a deep breathe and vow to stand my ground if any one of them confronts me.
Because that would happen. Knowing me, I'd probably just turn and run. Fast. Very, very fast. Most likely screaming my head off at the same time.
So far, so good. No sign of any of them. I'm nearly reaching the end of this corridor when I hear something: a soft whisper coming from the room next to me.
Breathing a sigh of relief, I turn the door handle, certain that Brooklyn would be inside. Tala, Bryan and Kai never whisper. Brooklyn, on the other hand, was always muttering to random insects.
I push the heavy oak door open, concerns about Mystel already on the tip of my tongue. I'd explain how he had dropped a glass and cut himself, how he had tripped and knocked himself out, how Bryan had... Oh.
Brooklyn wasn't in the room. Brooklyn wasn't the one I had heard whispering. It was Bryan and Tala.
Petrified, I was about to turn and run, but stopped in my tracks when I got a closer look at them. Bryan had his back to me, shielding Tala from my sight. There was something strange about their positions...
Craning my head to look at them, I almost choke on air. They were kissing! Genuinely kissing!
Bryan had one arm around Tala's back and the other cupping the back of his head. Tala was holding Bryan's face with both of his hands.
So I was right! They were going out! Not that this was an appropriate time to be celebrating. If they caught me spying on them... I don't even want to think about what would happen. But it would be painful. Very slow, and very painful.
Slowly backing out of the room, I held my breath, praying to every god and goddess that neither would see or hear me. Luckily they didn't. Thanks to my elegance and feline skills.
See! I can be graceful when it matters! Or maybe it was just because I was walking on thick carpet? No. I am not raining on my own parade.
Peering through the gap between the door and the wall (what? You really think I would just walk away?) I see that they've both turned slightly. I can see them both now, and the first thing I notice is the peaceful look on Tala's face. Wow! So he can feel emotions!
Suddenly they both broke apart and stood still, holding each other. Tala looked up to Bryan, smiling sweetly. Bryan smiled back.
Punch me, I'm dreaming. Did Tala Ivanov, the cold hearted, antisocial captain of the Blitzkrieg Boys, just smile? And on top of that, did Bryan Kuznetsov, psychopathic and terrifying sadist, smile back? The world is going mad.
Now would probably be a good time to evacuate the area. They could decide to walk out of their room any second, and if they saw me, I'd take my position in a grave yard.
Carefully walking backwards, I bite my lip. This was so scary. Just a few more steps and then I could run full speed down the corridor, the soft carpet muffling my footsteps.
I wish that happened. I wish life was that simple. But, of course, life isn't that simple is it? So when I crashed into a bookcase behind me, I hoped that my death would be quick and painless.
"WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU DOING?" Bryan screamed in my face, pinning me up against the wall. Tala was just frozen on the spot, staring at me. God, Buddha, anyone: please help me.
"I... Nothing, I swear..." I stutter, praying for a miracle.
"What did you see?" Tala took a step towards me, his eyes burning with hatred.
"Nothing... Well..." Bryan slammed me up against the wall, making my head crack against the stone hard surface. My vision blurred slightly.
"If you say anything about this to anyone, Kon, I won't kill you. I'll make you suffer so much you'll wish you were dead, but I won't kill you. Then I'll torture your friends in front of you." Bryan threatened. Shivers ran down my spine as Bryan forced me to stare into his cold, grey eyes.
Amazingly, Bryan stepped back and let me go. I fell with a thud to the floor, clutching my throat and breathing heavily.
"Remember, Kon. You tell anyone and you're a dead man." Tala reminded me, tilting his head slightly. I nodded. Were they letting me go? Unharmed? Well, mostly unharmed. My neck still hurt.
With a final glare in my direction, Tala stalked off, pulling Bryan along with him.
Oh, the perks of life. I had angered Bryan and Tala, nearly got killed by Bryan, crashed into a bookcase, and I didn't even find Brooklyn; the one thing I was meant to do.
Oh well. Mystel can suffer. At the moment, I'm busy worrying about my own safety.
Ray torture is extremely entertaining...
Some may have noticed that I've changed my summary slightly. Before it said 'Yaoi, TalaXBryan, but not major.' Now I've got rid of the 'not major' part as I've decided that Tala and Bryan are going to be the main points of this story!
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