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~~~~~~INCOGNITO~~~~~~
My room was my sanctuary. One double bed with nice, black sheets - all hot girls loved them for some reason. Later, I came to like this color due to strong contrast between bodies and these sheets. Next to my bed, I had bookshelves, filled with huge amount of books. If there is something I may respect more than myself that would be even the most regular book. My love for books has never changed and I'm thankful for that. Also, there was a mahogany desk with other books, a small silver light, and my red laptop. That would be the most of it – I also had some other, more or less meaningless stuff, but they didn't matter, for there were three general points and they had to remain general – my bed, my bookshelves, my desk. Heh, I kind of liked that apartment, too bad I had to move away...
That night I was pretty mad at my ex-girlfriend, Lulubell, because she kept pestering me about our broken relationship. Women say: "Men think that when a girl says 'no', it means 'yes' " and I have to admit, that it goes the same way with them. Or maybe I should change the sentence into: "Women don't know that 'no' said by a boy actually means 'NO' ". Situation with Lulubell wasn't too strange to me, I knew that scenario all too well. However, every time such a nuisance showed up, I had a big headache. The only remedy for it was a big cup of green tea with mango, a bowl full of paprika crisps, and a nice long porn. I had to let some of my stress off, though my methods weren't really clever. I prepared everything, the cup was near my right hand, the bowl was near my cup, and my laptop connected to the internet. I thought that before I can start my relaxing session, I'd check the usual internet stuff – some social pages, recent news, and my mail.
An there was this reply.
#Musician: I might want to. Amuse me.
I guess I had to be really stressed out the past days, because I had to collect my thoughts. No idea what this message was about, who the hell was this Musician? Of course, I recalled after a while and... Became even more annoyed. I really wasn't in the mood to mail with a fag (as I angrily thought), not to mention to make him fall for me. But Tyki's image haunted me – coward! Coward! Coward! His imaginary voice in my head couldn't leave me alone and I gave up. I opened the Black Desire Order website and checked the chat-room. Musician was online. He wrote me rather strange message. How was I supposed to amuse him? People should earn amusement from me, not just demand it. Annoyance was rising inside of me. I just wasn't in the mood.
#LionRabbit: And what kind of amusement do you seek?
I used this perfect ability to hide my building rage. It was 2 a.m. and a sweet video of Creamy Claire was waiting for me in my premium account. I couldn't predict that I wouldn't be able to see it that night.
#Musician: Maybe try proposing the same thing that entertains you the most.
This answer made me snort loudly. I don't think he'd be glad to go to the brothel with me
#LionRabbit: I don't know... Maybe I can send you some videos of puppies or guppies?
#Musician: Whoa, rather unique interests do you have.
#LionRabbit: You'd never guess :P
I wonder why I sent the emoticon. Probably, his earlier reply made me think of him as an idiot.
#Musician: You're pretty new here, I suppose?
#LionRabbit: Well I am, as my profile says.
#Musician: I haven't seen it yet. And I don't really mean 'new' as a 'new user of the BDO'.
I had to move away from the screen for a moment. For someone, who read only 5 messages from mr, he was pretty sharp. It really freaked me out. I reached for my green tea and took a few sips. It lasted around 5 minutes and I was thinking about the strategy of talking to Musician. There were many faces I could use then, but I decided to take a 'natural' approach. It was a line between the truth and the lie.
#LionRabbit: Heh... Yeah, you're right, I'm kind of new here and I don't really know about this... stuff...
Honestly, I didn't want to know.
#Musician: Then why are you here?
#LionRabbit: I don't know. I thought that a site such as this one will help me a bit.
#Musician: Well, it depends on what kind of help do you seek. If it's a sexual help, then maybe this site will give you some answers.
My face twisted in many directions. As I thought, this site was only meant to find some male-sluts. As far as Tyki could bear gay-harassment well, I knew it would kill my insides.
#LionRabbit: Yeaa... I don't really think I want to use that kind of help.
#Musician: So have you ever kissed a guy?
#LionRabbit: No.
An image of me kissing a guy was quite sickening. That's why I didn't even dare picture myself in a situation like that.
#Musician: Then you had a crush on a guy.
#LionRabbit: No.
'Dammit!' I remember smacking my forehead really hard right after pressing 'Enter' key. My person was even less and less believable.
#Musician: Uh-huh... So why do you think you are gay?
Cogs inside of my brain were working at full speed. However, I wanted to make something believable, gay-related, my disgust just blocked me. I needed a neutral answer. What would a fresh gay say?
#LionRabbit: I think I'm a little confused... That's not really amusing, right?
… That actually didn't sound bad.
#Musician: I wouldn't say so. I'm sorry if I made you write something like that, it must have been hard for you. Listen, I don't really think I can give you what most of people here can, but I may clear up some of that confusion you have. I'll try to tell you as much as you need :)
...And it paid off... The bait was finally taken.
#LionRabbit: Thanks :) So... have you got a name?
#Musician: I'm Neah. And you are?
Yeah, he went by Neah that time, but I underestimated him and thought he was stupid enough to give away his personal details. As it was planned, I had to make an alias for me.
#LionRabbit: Deak, nice to meet you. Well then, Neah, how was your day yesterday?
#Musician: Do you really want to know that?
#LionRabbit: What? Is it strange to ask that?
#Musician: Unusual, if you ask me.
#LionRabbit: Well, excuse me for trying to start a conversation :P
#Musician: Yeah, you're pretty terrible :D
I felt my ego being stabbed by this claim. A gay guy just said I was terrible in conversations...
#LionRabbit: Don't let my terrible side deceive you. I'm more or less pretty normal :P
#Musician: You are normal? That's disappointing.
#LionRabbit: Wha?
#Musician: Normal is rather boring, in my opinion :D
#LionRabbit: Oh, you don't want to know my random side.
#Musician: Hmm, maybe not now, but later – who knows?
#LionRabbit: Don't tell me later that you haven't been warned :P
#Musician: I'll keep that in mind :D So, how was your day yesterday?
#LionRabbit: Hey, that's my question! :(
#Musician: Well, life's unfair sometimes :P
#LionRabbit: It amuses me how much you push your luck :D
#Musician: Life is a gamble, so you have to push your luck as much as you can, because you may run out of it later :)
#LionRabbit: Hmm, pretty clever. I guess yesterday my luck decided to take a day off.
#Musician: Rough day?
#LionRabbit: Yeah, something like that.
#Musician: You know, it's pretty late. Maybe it'd better if you go to sleep?
#LionRabbit: I don't sleep before 4 a.m.
#Musician: That's almost two hours ahead. What do you do normally?
#LionRabbit: Read, most of the time.
#Musician: Are you reading something at the moment?
#LionRabbit: Yeah, the conversation with you :P
#Musician: Ha-ha-ha, Mr Obvious :D I ask seriously, because if you don't have anything to read, I can send you something interesting I have found two days ago.
#LionRabbit: I actually have one book, but I should be over it in about 30 minutes.
#Musician: Alright, when you have time and will, then check it out *#Musician sends you a document file. Saved* This gave me really strong impressions, so don't read it carelessly.
#LionRabbit: Don't worry your pretty head. I'm a big boy, mommy :P
#Musician: And don't forget to brush your teeth before you go to sleep, young man! ;D
#LionRabbit: But brushing teeth is stupid! :(
#Musician: End of discussion!
#LionRabbit: Doh... I'm starting to dislike you :(
#Musician: Many people say that. Haters gonna hate *deal with it!*
…
This conversation ended somewhere around 5 a.m. Talking with a gay gave me creeps at the beginning and my mood wasn't high enough to put up with perverted jibes or mindless talking... But as my dialogue with Neah went, I learned he wasn't as bad as I thought, though him being gay repelled me completely. Moreover, his writing relaxed me a bit and when I switched off my inner 'anti-homo-alarm', I felt as if I talked with a normal guy (without mentioning babes or boobs, of course). Yeah, yeah, I know, he was normal and he is normal till today. Soon, tiredness came over and I had to excuse myself.
#Musician: Till the next time!
I waited for this answer eagerly, because I was pretty proud of myself. Tyki was right, I was better at making other people like me with my wits, not that I lacked anything in my looks. As I switched off the laptop, I took my cell and texted Tyki.
I had my first prey...
Two weeks passed and I had to go back to my last term of High School. All my teammates and classmates couldn't wait for the time when they'd pass their final exam and have their longest vacation yet. I wasn't as eager as them – living like a student was comfortable. But I didn't really talk with anybody about it. Except for one and I think you can guess who was it...
Neah and I, as Deak, talked maybe five times more. My rant about graduating gave away my age, and I was 18. To my surprise, he was just 15 and already in University of Arts with a nice scholarship. He was really young and I kept asking myself Why the hell this guy can be gay and be so young? Kids these days... No wonder we have a plague of homos. I was more focused on his orientation and ignored his really good characteristics or achievements.
Later, at school. It was a long break and I went to the school's backyard. To my surprise, Tyki was waiting there with me, holding two steel pipes and smiling like a madman. "You're awfully pleased today? Did you murder your cousin Rhode already?" With puzzled look, I forced a smile, so I probably must have looked rather silly.
"I'm still working on that. But guess what? Little John can't wait to see me today." He chirped joyfully and threw me one of the pipes. It was smooth and cold, hard and handy. I made a few swings back and forth. Whiz from the pipe gave me a ting of excitement. Having enough of admiration to this lifeless object, I gave a questioning look. "Make a good use of it. After school we're going to the parking lot near the Asian Bridge, he's supposed to wait there." None of us had to say anything more. I nodded and hid the pipe behind school garages. The feeling this metal gave me was frightening. Or maybe it wasn't completely its fault... While I was swinging, I was imagining that 'Little John' on the other side. Waiting for the last lesson was agonizing.
The bell set off and both Tyki and I quickly disappeared from the classroom. We took our 'tools' and hurried over the nearest bushes, observing the abandoned parking lot. Some time had passed before someone actually showed up. It was a young man, he couldn't be younger than me, with blond hair hidden under a beret and dressed in white uniform with big black boots. I couldn't see his face, because bushes covered most of my vision. Tyki and I looked at each other. "Is it him?" I whispered, though there was no way that dude would hear me. Tyki slowly nodded. He stood up and out of bushes. I was waiting patiently for the right moment. As Tyki approached him, the blond man noticed him and seemed to be excited. How the heck didn't this guy notice that one of Tyki's arm was hiding behind his back – I have no idea. But soon, Tyki passed the man so that he was forced to turn his back on me. Without hesitation, I jumped out of bushes, quickly ran to the guy and swung my pipe ruthlessly. It hit his head pretty hard. The element of surprise and pain were probably too much for him. His body lifelessly fell on the ground. My hands were shaking form the adrenaline. Tyki was standing and smiling with triumph. He took out a piece of rope and tied the man up. We decided to bring the guy under the Asian Bridge and finish our job there. No, we didn't mean to murder him, though I guess I was very oblivious to the fact that I had almost killed the poor guy. When he woke up, he was shocked and frightened. I hid my face with my orange scarf and bandana, and Tyki put dark balaclava.
"Well then, what do we have here?" He started his monologue, because the man was gagged with his own socks. "You know, how can I sleep peacefully when I know that perverts like you walk around the city? But don't worry." He came closer. Metal pipe was threateningly lying on his throat. "I know a great cure for gayness. My assistant and I will show you in a moment..." He shivered, wriggled, twisted in may ways possible, but it was no use. We were kicking and hitting with our fists and our pipes. His cries were a good background sound to our laughter and complex bouquet of curses. Our beating lasted maybe 10-15 minutes, we knew we had to get out of there as soon as possible. Just when the man passed out, we untied him and ran away. Since then, I had never seen the fellow, but I've learned that his name was Bak and he was only two days away from becoming the Doctor in Physics. Because of a strange 'incident' he had a small delay.
I came back to my apartment and lied on my bed, thinking about what the heck I had done. I was hugely proud of myself. After calming down, I opened my laptop and looked at new mails. One of them was from Neah.
Deak,
These are songs form this band I have told you the last time we were writing. Have a nice day!
I opened all music files and my smile grew wider. The day couldn't have ended better.
AG-RO-TAG's NOTE!
Hiya! The second chapter ;P
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