"Japan, huh?" Taking the ticket from Aubrey, Russell along with Bruce and Papillion looks at the ticket. "I don't know a single about it the country, but if this is what my father wanted." Rubbing the back of his neck, Russell looked at Sirius with discourage face.
"The ticket is for tomorrow morning too." Bruce noted, "you should get packing while the rest of leave you. But you know, maybe this a good thing for you." Raising an eyebrow, the now owner of Madison Citadel understood. Hoping it will clear his mind which he needs to do. "Will you need any help?" His friend from Gotham kindly inquired. Russell shook his head while still quiet with multiple things going through his mind all at once.
"I still see them." Looking at his youthful shaken hand, "the demons, I still see them and not only in my dreams anymore." Papillion, new to the group looked confused. Her boyfriend, Aubrey explain the details although he doesn't believe they're real, "when I was outside with Bruce and B.N. I seen them, clearer than ever." Huffing out an exhale, Russell made eye contact with the young woman with a smile, noticing on how aloof the spaced out man introduce himself.
Giggling to herself softly, Papillion greeted too, "Hi Russell, nice to meet you!" Skipping around him in a circle trying to cheer up her new friend. Unfortunately it did not work as planned. " I am Papillion, Dante's video game designer girlfriend!" Skipping around, the hyper woman stopped as she noticed childhood friends noticed something about her. Almost if they've seen her before.
"You wouldn't happen to have an aunt working in Gotham's hospital, would you?" Inquired Bruce as both men remember that eventful moment when Russell broke his arm by jumping off the bed. "She happen to say that she has a niece leaving here in Peyote, but this was 16 years ago." Russell knee down at the 5 foot Asian, moving close to her.
Blinking repeatedly, Papillion dark eyes widen, "unless Bruce, this is the same woman and Aubrey like older women." Sighing to himself, the boyfriend shook his head with eyes shut. "You know, I don't care; after all, whom am I to throw stones?" Bruce looked at annoyed friend and quickly changed the subject.
"We will prepare the funeral for you Russell. Your father help my parents, and now it's my time to return the favor. You go on." Turning around, to hold back his tears, Russell knew this is what his father wanted him to do, but why? Why would Jared have the young man go to, The Land of the Rising Sun? To learn how to use chopsticks?
"Little White, B.N.?" Walking out, back to Goodnight's HQ, Lepiota has her painted fingernails folded with her fiancé "Isn't it too soon; shouldn't we wait for the perfect moment?" Stopping, B.N. looked at his woman with a raise eyebrow, "think about it, if we do it now, it will be too soon; but if we wait we can plot the perfect scheme by getting to the heart of the matter."
"Heart of the matter," repeating what his lady said, "then what better way is to rip it out." With a grin on the wicked face that expanded far and wide looking deranged.
"We must get a hold of Hemoglobin, but as a mute I have to use my telepath to get a hold of him." Goodnight nodded in approval of the idea. "We need you for a mission. Report at once to Goodnight's HQ." By using her psychic powers, Lepiota contacted the mute.
On the other side of the city, a man with heterochromia eyes is wearing light blue shirt, sand color khakis, brown leather belt, and blue slip ones, a woman in a platinum blonde hair, white tank top, gray jeans, round copper sunglasses, brown 'gladiator' sandals, stops when noticing her company hears something that only he can.
"Hemoglobin, we need track down Russell Madison at once." Over hearing the conversation, the two changed their path of direction for their mission. Knowing the name well enough due to Goodnight always mentioning him, he set foot along with his woman.
"Well, I should get packing due to kind offer." Looking at his circle of friends, Russell received a group hug by them. Papillion cried the loudest and Sirius not wanting to let go of their hug with both lovers look into each other eyes. "Sirius, I," both men have each other's hands tightly, moving closer to one another to kiss.
Each friend stepped aside to give the lovers their moment as the kiss is pulled aside by Sirius to one another. "Russell, go, go and make your father proud." Pulling away completely, both men did not want to separate from each other. "I will walk you back to our place, we have to check on Chimichanga after all."
"Then I will help Bruce for your father's funeral, Russell." Papillion pumped up her eager arm as a sign she is going to help too. "It looks like it is settle, we are going help so you may fulfill Jared's wish."
The couple walked out with Russell having a heavy heart. Sirius looked at his boyfriend, so he clutched his hand tighter, "this is not birthday I had plan." Looking at the dark sky, city lights fog the stars from shinning brightly, "I don't want to seem spoil or ungrateful, but damn it, Sirius why the hell me?" Fueled with frustration, the newly hotel owner of Madison Citadel is raged. "Answered me damn it!"
Barking at his multiracial boyfriend Sirius, just smiled at him, "Someone may be jealous of you," squinting his green eyes, Russell gave a doubtful look, "who wouldn't want to be?" You're calm, social, good looking, and a better looking boyfriend." Laughing at the joke, he noticed his partner loosen up with a little laughter of his own. "So go on ahead, I will be waiting for you once you are gone. Nobody will fill my bed when gone, baby."
Watching the shadows closely and listening to every word of their conversation, Hemoglobin heard every word and having Lady possessing his mind to listen the conversation, B.N. waited for the two to finish to be reported of feedback. "I hunched it, but I guessed it. Pretty boy is gay."
Eyes widening, Goodnight stood there with a blank expression, "that kid is a fag? Jared never told me about this!" Outraged by discovery the fact, the middle aged man knocked everything out of his table, "if I had known this I would of never gave Jared the money!" Breaking his stuff out of anger, the homophobia man turned blood red.
"And so what if he is a homosexual, B.N.?" Question Lepiota, "it's his lifestyle, not ours." Fueled by the carefree respond, Goodnight slapped the woman across the face, leaving his handprint on her cheek.
"You stupid broad, don't know you? Rubbing her warm cheek softly, Lepiota turned around, "that means that homo will more than likely adopt some kid and I will be left with nothing. And look at me when I'm talking!" Grabbing his woman by the jawline so the two may connect with eye contact.
"So, it's like not like I can make the whole city homophobia like you, Goodnight." Shocked, the woman chocolate color eyes widen. "Oh, no. There has to be another way."
With a devious grin, Goodnight demanded that his psychic fiancé to mind control the city. Struggling on the idea, the wicked man forcefully sat Lepiota down, "this a huge mistake. Don't let greed overpower you." Pleading with all of her might, her man refused to listen, "fine, but you are making a huge mistake. You are going to regret it, big time."
"Well, I made sure everyone is gone. I should call Alfred to kindly escort Jared's body for a proper funeral." Bruce noted while looking the scene, scanning the room to see it is a clean death with no other foul play.
"Mr. Wayne, if I may kindly interrupt." Raising an eyebrow, Gotham's billionaire looked over, "if I remembered correctly, Jared's ranch style house has plot of land where is wife was buried and that were his wishes to be next to her."
"So then, where is the house?" The young inspiring attorney explained to Bruce it is on the side of Peyote. "Alright, we will wait for Alfred here then, is everyone clear?" The two nodded their heads.
"But Bruce," Papillion looked up at the tall, dark, and handsome gentlemen, "you looked around this room. Looking for something, right? What if the human eye cannot see it."
"So wait, Papillion you are trying to say there's some sort of sorcery lingering around the death?" Laughing rudely, Aubery gave his girlfriend the benefit of the doubt due to his closed mind, "you read too many comics, sweetie, there's no way that,"
"Now hold on, Aubrey," Bruce jump forward on the conversation, "Russell can see and hear demons at a very young age. Even now he said he did. Now either you seized to ignore it, or not keeping an open mind is clearly up to you. But having nightmares about it is no joke. Papillion, good work. I'll,"
Pulling up, a black limo car in front of the hotel in which the trio is currently located. "I guess you will have to wait, Mr. Wayne, it looks like Alfred is here to pick us up." Getting out the luxury vehicle is Alfred Pennyworth. Tall and slim, wearing a firm tighten black tux, receding hair, few wrinkles around the face, exited the car with a black body bag for the decease man.
"Sir, the bodybag you've request is here." Speaking in a low British accent, the English native butler walked to the front door with the requested item in hand. Aubrey open the door for the butler enter Madison Citadel.
Outside their apartment, Russell and Sirius sat down on the front yard's stoop, looking at the sky. "Thanks for being here." Placing his hand on Sirius firm thigh, Russell faintly smile palm trees blowing gently in the wind, "I will email, text, phone call every moment I get." Consisted barking and scratching is on the door, "Let him out," Opening, the heir went to their bedroom as their pudgy pet bulldog, Chimichanga eagerly greeted the owner and vise versa. Soon after the heir got his suitcase to start packing.
"Here, let me give you a hand." Offering to help knowing this will be their last thing the two will together for awhile, the hazel eyes gentlemen put some of his boyfriends' stuff in the suitcase, "do you know if it is cold in Japan?" Nodding and inquired why, "I made you this red handkerchief, I know green is your color and all, but."
Taking it, Russell's dimple smile is wider along with his green eyes twinkling, "but nothing Sirius. Your heart and soul went into it, I can feel it." Putting it around his neck, "how do I look?" Prancing while modeling it with his boyfriend still packing, briefly pause while looking at it to give the thumbs up. Chimichanga barked in his approval too, wagging his rear, long, slimy, tongue is out,
"You look even more handsome than before; if that is even possible." The two laugh while Sirius noticed his boyfriend is taking his childhood toy, action figure, Trojan Tiger. "That old thing; you never let that thing out of your sight, do you?" Shaking his head no, the toy owner shut his suitcase.
"Ready to go off to the airport?" Getting their bulldog red leash, studded in white beads to look like diamonds, Sirius strapped the collar on. The obedient dog sat so it could be put on without any trouble. Panting heavily with both men looking at their lovable pooch, "it looks like you are ready too, Chimichanga."
With Russell ready to leave his beloved hometown of Peyote, what will happen to it? What will happen to him in Japan, a trip that his late father bought a ticket for him as a birthday trip. Also, what is Goodnight planning to do with a city brainwashed? Hurry back Ruusell your city will need you!