Running down the streets, panting heavily, and looking for Durante, Chimichanga spotted the man just getting out of the taxi cab with his awaken girlfriend. Barking and growling loudly, the chubby bulldog dragged the two out quickly letting them know about his co-owner. Looking with concern this confuse both until the blonde notice the dog's burnt red leash. "This wasn't there before." Looking around the busy city, watching firetrucks pass by him and shorties, (police officers on their cars) the dog notion Durante and Papillion to follow after they paid the fee.
"What on earth has happen here?" Question the overtired girlfriend as she held to the bulldog on his burnt leash, "it's like we went to coma and reawaken to the future like those science fiction apocalypse movies." Seeing his phone glow, popping up out of the screen for the breaking news: 'A young male age around early 20's, multiracial, hazel eyes, last seen at alley at Bean Drive with an elder couple of which a car, a 1988 Oldsmobile, a fire started is said to murder the two. If you have any information or clues about from the scene the crime you are to the call the Peyote Police Number at,' Rubbing his chin at the news Aubrey's stern face wanted to give Sirius the benefit of doubt.
Looking at the gloomy, foggy, busy city of their hometown, Aubrey addressed to get back to the apartment for a goodnight's rest to can investigate later on. "I suspect something is not right guys, but we need our rest which is more important." With the media blaming Russell's dead boyfriend as the suspect, Lepiota's mind control worked unknown to the couple and bulldog.
Inside the metro shuttle, Russell is looking outside the window, having his hand resting on his cheek, sighing heavily. "You yourself don't come as a quiet one, Sasayaki." Noticing Komadori's remark whom is sitting next to Azalea, the space out man looked at the two across from his view. "So I will ask you this, why do you see it a curse?" With the three quiet, only the sound of others on board, chattering, laughter, and eating is heard to the moral ears.
For the eyes of Russell, he sees and hears more, "Why? To hear their heartbeats late at nights, seeing their veins coursing through my shut eyes. Their lifespan winding like sand in the palm of our hands. These people laughing, they are only laughing through the pain they suffer day in and day out." Looking at the people he was mentioning, Russell's sadden has Azalea more than interested. "What? What is it; sympathy?"
With a bit of a shocked face, the black woman shook her head. "Not quite Russell. It is just I feel like we can relate. We have some common grounds after, since I first of you as a polty." Looking down, having a long melancholy face, "I myself was an orphan from Africa until Komadori-san adopted and train me just like he will with you." Listening closely, the young man wondered too how much longer.
"Just don't look at as an exonerate." Interrupted the master with the two looked at the middle age man. "Speaking about training, Sasayaki, you will be wearing what I am currently; a hitatare. Just like what the ancient samurai warrior wore." Having arrive at their location Russell picked up his luggage was told to bite his tongue on the thought he had. "Even the sharpest of tongue break when fire welds it." Getting out of the metro the three got to now wait for the shuttle to arrive to them to Komadori-san's temple which will the trainee's home for a year.
While waiting, Azalea inquire the young man the following, "So Russell-san, what time of day were you born?" Confused by it, Russell an raised an eyebrow by the weird question, "oh, don't give me that look," speaking with a slight accent, the African born, Japanese raised woman question, "they say if you were born at night you can see ghosts and have stronger sixth sense to it."
"Psstff!" Moving his lips in an upward position to make a raspberry noise, the doubtful one has a benefit of doubt, "sounds like something out a children's book." As the sound shuttle's brake axle pulling over for the passengers may exit and board.
"So you are turning the blind eye of your gift." Inquired Komadori looking at Russell who is denying due to the fact it has brought more harm more than good to him. "with my training it will be very appreciated." Rolling his eyes, he boarded the shuttle without saying a word and clear thought in decided to it a chance.
Smiling faintly at that very little word, appreciated to himself Russell's teenage years were far from that as he was bullied for being a homosexual if puberty wasn't bad. The doors shut with everyone entered as the three, standing while holding to the strap handles which are on top.
"Hey look, it's Russell maybe I should ask him to prom." One white and Hispanic school girls, one straight long dyed blonde and one curly ginger red both with blue eyes, wearing skinny jeans, flip flops, graphic store brand t-shirts. "you think he will say yes?" Inquire the red head meekly.
Before the blonde Hispanic could answer, a tall, bulk, jock with a short haircut, wearing sneakers and their school's jacket. "Yeah, if you had a dick you could." Laughed obnoxiously the white male, "don't you know; that puny Russell has a better chance dating you if your name was Bo Diddley, Peggy Sue. So how about asking someone that's not a fairy, but with balls instead of a pussy?"
Overhearing the heated conversation, the Buddy Holly glasses, emo style teenager walked over, "That's some big talk, your balls and dick must be lacking in size to brag a lot." Grinning a smile, "so you heard I'm a queer? Well, from what I heard is that when you were born doctors first thought they delivered a girl, cactus prick." Folding his slim arms with a scowl the two stare one another down before the oversize jock charge in for a punch. Shifting his slender body to the side, Russell watched the punch connected to the locker to open it, dropping all the books on top of him.
The two girls were quite impress by the action, both quickly going over to hug them as a thank you, "So I guess you are not gay like the rumors imply you are." Boldly stated the blonde prep girl. "Would you like to go to prom with both of us as our way saying thanks?" Brushing off the lunch that landed Russell's green hoodie looked at the two sweet girls.
Being the kind gentlemen that Russell has always been, he nodded, "Sure, I will let my friend Aubrey know," walking down the hallway with books filled inside the book-bag felt his ears were burning, "oh, perfect timing. I was just letting these girls we can go on a double date." Looking a bit baffle by the remark, "as in each one takes one of the girls out that is. Did you mean us together?" Laughing nervously to himself the struggle of being in the closest was tough.
"Sasayaki-san, I said we are here." Looking up to see his master calling him to get off the shuttle as he snapped back into reality. "I didn't except you to be a mind-drifter. Now get off." Sighing heavily to himself, Komadori told Azalea that will be his hardest task to date, he prays to the gods to give him a lot of patiences.
"Why is it you call me that?" Walking down from the steps to exit the walk the long steps of the ancient, beautiful, and historical on the sun setting temple. "Not that I hate it or anything, just curious is all." Ignoring the question completely, Komadori's long legs walked on ahead of the two.
Already on the top, the master waited for the two to walk to the top. "Well come on Russell, you have a long journey ahead of you. It will be fun." Squinting his eyes to the side, the exhausted man dragged his tired, long legs up the temple's stairs which seem impossible to reach to the top. But nonetheless, having finally reaching his to his new home for the next year.
"Fun, she says," mumbling under breath, "I have a boyfriend who hasn't bother texting me, a dog whom I miss dearly, two friends who has me worried not updating me about the situation of my father. Hard to have fun when your mind is scatter." The two look with sympathy in their eyes with a long face of sadness, crows flying by, cawing pass the shrine's rooftop, as the young Russell looked at the setting sun in the red sky with green eyes of high hopes, clutch the red handkerchief as his only thing that remind him of home and lover.
Walking in shrine to get Russell's new outfit and towel are laid out to get the hot water ready his bath, Azalea walked pass without saying a word only leaving the two men talk, "Your father, Jared-san, he was a good solider, and a great friend." Komadori walked next to his pupil without making eye contact. "I sense you also have your mother's heart, yet your doubt and fears black clouds it most of the time, fearing you will lose someone dear to you." Not saying a word, the sound of nature could only be heard of crickets and birds chirping, trees lightly blowing for a slight breeze. "One more thing I will say; if you're interested, your mother gave to me a couple of kusazōshi or as you know it by, woodblock that she drew to place inside."
"Russell-san, the water is ready." Excusing himself with a bow, Russell went inside with what was just said to him made the trip a little more enjoyable. With a genuine smile on his face, the hotel heir went to wear Azalea called him. Dressed in a Hakama, the African-Japanese woman now dressed as a Miko, the shrine maiden is without her multicolored long wig. Looking ashamed, the homosexual male turned away his pink face, "is something the matter? The water, is it too hot for you?" Quickly his beet color face, head shook no.
"No, it's not that; its just a woman has never seen me naked before." Gasping in surprise, the woman's hazel eyes enlarge without knowing. Politely, Azalea turned away while Russell undress his long, slender body, keeping only the red handkerchief around his neck, before sliding into the warm tub to relax his nerve. "You can look now if you wish." Shutting the tired eyes took slowly drifted into a small nap.
On the other side of the world in Gotham City inside Wayne Manor, Bruce Wayne has received news of Sirius and his alleged crime, when receiving breakfast in bed curtesy of butler, Alfred Pennyworth, "Strange. I know Russell befriends just about anyone, but a criminal? I would of figure the guy had better common sense." Re-reading the article in the newspaper, yet something , a gut something tells him, there is more to it. "Maybe I should investigate this and call Aubrey."
"May I suggest sir, going in person will be better? That way you can add more to your theory." Liking the idea, Bruce, Gotham's billionaire bachelor took a piece of wheat toast, while his loyal butler left went inside the walk-in closet to look for a formal, yet casual wear for the meeting. "Don't forget sir, Mr. Durante is a practicing attorney and with your fine detective skills you will get to bottom of it at once."
Laying out the dapper's clothes on the bedpost, Bruce got up shaking his head no, "Too be blunt, even with my fine skills it will take a while if it is an inside job. But the sooner will be better." Changing into Paul Jones wear outfit that is laid out, the billionaire wasted no time to spare on getting dress. "Get the car ready, we are going to Peyote right now!"
"Of course sir." Leaving the room, Alfred left to get their car started. The young man had the guilt weighing down Bruce Wayne's parents death on the back of his mind , the billionaire wondered the back of his mind if it wasn't for his personal seemly selfish needs, Martha and Thomas would still be alive. Holding up a frame picture from the king size bedpost, of the three in their last group picture knows the feeling of an unsolved murder case of a love one. Following behind his butler, the built orphan wondered on the back of his mind if it was all a set up.
"Wake up Papillion," Shaking the sleeping Asain from their twin size bed, Durante, frustrate he overslept. "we have this case to investigate." Turning on the Smart TV, the practicing attorney plugged in his girlfriend's phone to the television to check out Peyote's local news App to read the headlines on the big screen.
Rubbing her sleepy eyes, the groggy Asian looked at the television with blurry vision. "Huh," in shock, both the couple looked dumbfounded, "there is no doubt he is frame Dante, frame!" The news quickly change Papillion's mood in a heart beat. "You've always told me Sirius was a good man." Also denying the charges the local media is saying, the two decided to get dress.
"Soon son, one day this will be all yours." Pointing out the breaking ground of the future hotel, Madison Citadel. Relax in the warm steamy water, Russell is in deep meditation. "This is my gift to you Russell. I want you to have it all." Looking down, the teenage boy looks down with a sense of doubt in his jaded eyes.
"Dad, I" rubbing his lengthy, scrawny arm looked up to make contact, "I'm not sure if I am worthy of such a thing. This seems a lot to bare such responsibility." As both eyes connected with one another, father and son's somber moment shed a trickle of light sparkle into the conversation. Placing his hand on the skeptic boy's shoulder.
A small, but simple lunier smile came across Jared's face, "Russell, did you forget how social you are without trying?" Rolling his eyes, with a grumpy face, the young teenager nodded his head, "stop looking that way boy, you look like a cat with a tart face." Whacking the back of his head with his bare hands
Splashing the bath water which became ice cold, shook the young man in the wooden tub, "Am I, am I really that ungrateful?" Standing up in the nude, with water pouring off his body like a water pitcher, reached over for a towel that Azalea laid out for him. Overhearing himself talking, Komadori, gingerly walked over to Russell once having the towel wrapped around his waist.
"So, you finally realize why you are here, Sasayaki-san?" Nodding a firm yes, Russell stood up straight with a stern, prune face. Looking at the young adult's ill face made Komadori worry, "are you sure? You look a bit sick." Hearing his stomach growl due to hunger, relax the middle-age master. "Azalea-san is prepping a bowl of soba, dry noodle for you to eat before you get some rest."
With training soon to begin, will Russell be up to the task? And with Bruce Wayne heading back to Peyote on short notice to investigate without knowing Aburey and Papillion are going too. And with Little White being quiet, what are they planning next?