Hearing Chimichanga barking, and the couple looked at the Bulldog who has a lonely, sad, and droopy face. Hearing the dog they've brought in even though they cannot keep due to the fact they will be out in the city and more harm may happen to the innocent pudgy pooch. "Papillion, we need to find a dog sitter. I do not want another night thinking you're giving me a French kiss when it fact it's the French Bulldog!" Perking his ears up, Chimichanga walked over to slobber Aubrey's face leaving the man to wipe the slimy drool off. "Papillion!"
Checking through her Orbit smartphone, she found a dog sitter with a five stars rating, "Here's one, Polish Paws." Wagging his stubby tail, Chimichanga liked the sound of it. "hey, it is across from Russell's hotel. We can kill two birds with one stone." Getting on her knees, the girlfriend rubbed the dog's ears. "Let me call now to them we are on our way. Hear that Chimichanga, you are going to get pamper thanks to Uncle Dante and I!" Wiggling his rear, and having his tongue out, slobbered Papillion happily.
"You mean from my expense the dog is going to get pamper." Giving the cute, innocent, puppy dog look, the Bulldog whimpered softly to Dante, "alright, we will take it to the fancy, pricey one you found. Russell better thank me for it. But don't you think we need buy a new leash for him?"
Grinning to herself, the goofy, perky Asian grinned, "Look who is starting to care now." Placing both hands over her mouth, giggling to herself. "I knew who had a soft side for Chimichanga." Barking happily the trio got ready to leave for, Polish Paws.
"Don't get any ideas, I am doing it only for you and Russell." The Bulldog waddle over, licking Aubrey's cheek once again by jumping on his lap, "and yes, the dog too." Sighing heavily with a slight blush, Papillion pumped her fist in the air happily. But in the back of his mind, the final year law student couldn't help to wonder if he should email his friend of the event or not. Biting his thumb nail till it snap like a twig.
Papillion placed her small, slender hand on his tense shoulder, "Aubrey, I know you are worried about him. Frankly I am too." Looking at his girlfriend whom only addresses him formally when the matter is serious. "But don't be, once we stop at the grooming place and check the hotel, we can go the garage to work on the project." Without them paying any attention to the dog, Chimichanga sniffed the soon to be attorney's sneakers to urinate in it.
"Ahh! Chimichanga! Bad dog, bad." Grunting in disgust, the warm hearted man in the inside put the dog's burnt leash on to leave to their designation. "Come on, let's leave now before he drops a poop mine for me next." The happy mix-matched couple left after locking up everything to venture off to the city.
Inside a luxury Jaguar in which butler, Alfred Pennyworth is driving, Bruce Wayne reflects back of his memories of youth with Russell on his own birthday, "There is something I been meaning to ask you." Casting a rod outside Bruce Wayne's summer house on the eve of the owner 18th birthday, "have you ever felt different?" Looking at the clear water from the sunrise's ray beaming its reflection, and waiting for a fish to bite, the young billionaire looked his close friend, Russell, "I am only asking because you are like an older brother to me is all. Sorry if it seems strange."
Sitting on the grass under a huge, old, but steady willow tree, Russell dress in blue jeans, green hoodie, open zipper having a graphic tee with a trout on it, sneakers, and a fishermen hat with a lure on it. Turning over his head, Bruce looked at his friend with a deep mind, "Just ask." Laughing in a light matter, the blue jeans wearing, white plane T-shirt with a cargo color vest over it, and dark sneakers. "we've known each other for a decade now." While waiting for a bite, the teenage blue eyes billionaire smile.
Gripping on his fishing rod tighter with sweat pouring out of his body due to be nervous. "Why am I different? Why is it, Bruce? Why am not normal? Just why!" Shouting his frustration on the inquiry, Russell shut his covered eyes, which tears are flowing down, "I just want to be, normal." Shaking terribly, the young teenage boy who is going through manhood struggles with sexuality as well.
"Is this what you were telling me earlier; about you being gay?" Making direct eye contact, Bruce place down his rod to give a meaningful heart-to-heart talk, "look, as far as I see it it is no big deal. Nobody is normal this is just something that separates us to make you and I unique. And you Russell, you are the most space ball character I know. So, so what if you are gay or straight, you are still the same person in the inside as the outside. Your sexuality orientation define you."
Happy to hear, Russell sighed to himself with a smile to himself, shutting his eyes with ease until a tug from the young man's fishing rod. Feeling a strong tug, Bruce helped his scrawny friend reel in this whopper size fish. After a couple minutes 'fighting' with koho, the two managed to reel in the fish, falling backwards, but managed to laugh it off as two friends enjoy their morning as they threw it back into the water.
Back inside with the Goodnights, B.N. and his lady, Lepiota watched how the city they created unfolded by the media, "It looks like you have done such a beautiful job my dear, Lepiota. Every news media is showing their true colors; without anything holding them back on the truth on how they really feel." Rubbing his hands together with a glee, glimmering on the foe's deviously dimple smirk, "then there will be no way they'll let that fag, Russell keep the hotel deeming him, 'unfit' for the title, and then I, erm, we will take over Peyote once and for all!"
"Well, I bet you are happy now. You are like this dump of a city; cynic, homophobic, and malevolent. With a foul smell that is like rotten eggs and a sewer backup." Wrenching her nose as the smell she mention, Lepiota watch her man quiver with a shiver of delight hearing his woman speak so dirty which his deeds make him proud thanks to the help. "You honestly think I love what I am doing? May I remind you, I only do this because I love you."
Turning his hunch back, B.N. turn back to face her, grabbing Lepiota's long, thin, fragile neck, "and may I remind you THAT I can take your life away just as easily I gave it back." Biting her tongue, looked out the window to see how people are reacting to what she has done after being release from the wrinkled hand's grip. Power means nothing to woman, just love.
While looking, Lepiota noticed Aubrey and Papillion are outside walking with the Bulldog, "Damn it, it looks like they are going to Madison Citadel." Keeping the thought to herself, turned the blind eye as she quickly notice one of her men, Hemoglobin walking pass them dressed in civilian clothes. "I wonder what he is going to do as planned."
"Lepiota, what are you doing staring outside?" Quickly looking back at her man, Lady turned around frantically, but remain deadpan as she was address, "did something or someone catch your eye?" Wiggling her long, tan, fingers she nodded,
"Yeah, Hemoglobin is headed to Russell's hotel to do what is planned." Briskly creeping up to his lady, B.N., spoke in a whisper tone as he is please that is everything is going well, placing his pallor hands on Lepiota just before the couple and the dog walked into the grooming salon. "Phew, that was too close, if he seen those two around B.N. would more than likely wanted them to be kill." Shutting her dark, tired chocolate color eyes, the young woman eased in relaxation for the time being as the two watch part 2 of their plan being unfold.
Back in Japan: Walking up from a much deserve sleep, Russell Madison stretch out his long tired limbs to see his master, Komadori standing right in front of him, "Ah!" Jumping back, the alarm young adult looked in shock from being scared, " So what training are we going to start with; early bird catches the worm?" Using his quick wit as a cheeky respond for his own payback.
Standing motionless, the trainer just looked at the young man whom is being served hot, black tea and miso soup by Azalea. A breakfast meal, but due it being early Komadori wanted to wast no time on training, "um, problem teach; I don't know how to use chopsticks." Laughing nervously to himself, both sensai and the shrine maiden looked at each other with the look on who is going to show the uneducated how.
"I will," the master went to offer to help, "come with me, Russell I will show you outside." Dressed in the same wear as Komadori is, the young heir is wearing a black hakama and hitatare. Getting off the bed to head outside with his sensai, he slip on his sandals to head outside.
The late evening is cool, but with an enjoyable brisk. Sakura trees are in full bloom with their pedals falling down on the ground, feeling its gentle breeze, Russell shut his calm and relax eyes to feel the refreshing air through his skin pours, having an alluring scent like perfume, "This, this is what it's like to finally relax. It has been too long." With the steam of the hot food entering his nostrils exited a heavy sigh of relief. "Oh, I am sorry. Could you please place by that Cherry Blossom tree, Azalea?" Being carried away with the exit of reality, Russell has forgotten his meal.
Walking over where the meal was place, Komadori followed suit as Russell bstruggle using the chopsticks. "Sasayaki-san, using these chopsticks is like life: hard to pick up and balance at first, but after you get the hang of it, you want keep going until you finish everything off your plate."
Looking deeply into his dark color eyes, the trainee understood clearly while fumbling over the chopsticks, "Then I will want more of it, huh?" Sitting underneath the large, shady tree, the young man place his bowl down in favor the cooled off tea. Blowing it off with both hands on each side of the cup, Komadori upsetting picked up a small, medal head garden rake and tossed it to over to Russell. Catching it one hand with cup still in hand was impress, but not enough to excuse him of his sharp tongue.
"Young Sasayaki," putting the cup down, the trainee looked puzzle, "if you choose not to learn with chopsticks just yet, then this will make you learn by building up your appetite. Rake up all the Sakura pedals on the ground that surrounds the shrine." Widen his green eyes, Russell spat out the tea from which was in his mouth. Even angrier than before, Komadori barked at the young man do to it at once.
Grumbling at what has to be done, the 21 year old sharp tongue smart ass went to do as he is told immediately.
Racking the small droppings from the tree that surrounded them, grunted with each stroke tugged his scrawny arms under the moonlight watching his master heading back inside to the temple. Sighing heavily to himself, Russell wondered to himself on why none of his friends or boyfriend Email him to let them they're okay. Feeling the guilt on his shoulder once again cause the struggling demon seeing to clench the rack grip tightly making the veins visible on his hand.
Back inside, Azalea looked inside the young man's suitcase without the present of Komodori. A blue screen lid up and the phone vibrated. It's a email message from Aubrey. Speak of the devil, "Hey Russell, sorry I didn't catch up with you sooner. A lot of things have been happening here in Peyote including news about Sirius, as in your boyfriend. Well, try not to worry too much as I just got a text from Bruce Wayne saying he is on his way as I am writing this Email. Take care and make sure your tongue doesn't get you in trouble."
Lowering her dark eyes, the shrine maiden took the liberty to delete the email with a wicked smirk. Taking his Trojan Tiger action figure out, seeing how worn out she threw to the side and the red handkerchief in hand, Azalea headed back outside if she didn't do anything. "Oh Russell," waving it around, the man looked at it changing his expression from swearing as a sailor to as a priest nun "you forgot this." Walking over happily taking it by tying around his neck, "I've notice you forgot and it looks something you're attach to."
Looking back up with a serious tone, Russell nodded and went back to racking the pedals into a pile, wiping the sweat off his forehead, "Strange, it is that same aura from before." Resting his hands on the handle, "could it be possible she has two different auras." Looking closely at her, the heir faked a convincing genuine smile while the back of his mind still pondered, "By the way, thanks! I am almost done, so don't hold up for me, alright." Azalea walked off before giving Russell a second look.
With both watching over their back, can either of them trust each other without raising an eyebrow?
"Email has been sent, Alfred. How much longer to Peyote?" With legs folded, the black wearing Paul Jones suit billionaire leaned back after placing his smartphone back into the pants' pocket while consider on other possibilities that the media isn't talking about yet. "Doesn't alarm me that reporters can be set in their ways especially in the 21st century. But to be open about it without being fired? Freedom of speech I can understand, but this?"
Stopping at the traffic light, Alfred adjusted his bowler hat as he waited for the light to change, "You know sir, it can be 7th century or 27th, there will be people will be either closed mind if he or she is not suited fit who they do not see a reflection of themselves." The light change soon after with British speaking accent butler finished his final word. "In short Master Bruce, there isn't much we can do to change people's mind."
Entering the beautiful decorated Polish Paws, Aubrey and Papillion along with Chimichanga enter the salon. A bell jingle on top of the door, letting the person at front desk alert customers has arrived. Dressed in skinny jeans, neon pink t-shirt with the business' name on it written in white cursive font, black sneakers and neon green shoe-lashes, "well, hello, hello dolls welcome to, Polish Paws. How may I help you?" Spoke a gay teenager in a flamboyant tone.
The bulldog greeted with a friendly bark, wagging his rear happily. "Well hi there," eagerly spoke back the perky Japanese-American, "we were wondering if you could babysit, um, petsit our friend's dog?" Aubrey looked at the teenager's neck length black dyed hair then at surrounding which looked like a spa that can be used for humans as well.
"This place, who runs it?" Interrupted Aubrey, who is walking around the lobby, inspecting as much as he can, "it's just this place is so majestic, it's like a Greek oasis."
The employee looked along with the inspiring attorney, "My grandmother owns this place. She comes from Greece, so she use her loved for animals and fused it with our culture background." Looking at the decor, wide, real fish inside the tanks behind the front desk, and a separated tank to the side filled sea water fishes. Both tanks filled with colorful rocks and reefs. Top ceiling is painted with aquarium theme while next room has the a farm theme to it. The couple looked around even Chimichanga got on his hind legs, trying to look up too, "oh how adorable this pooch is, just like guys are."
Snapping back into reality, Aubrey stood stern once again, "Sorry, but he his a friend of ours, we are just watching for him. Well okay, we were, but we sadly can't. You see, his owner is out of the country and well, his boyfriend is dead, so-"
"Wait, are you talking about Sirius? He's been on the news a lot." The couple nodded, "Cute guy he was, same with his boyfriend. You know, I never would of guess Russell is gay, he always passed by here with his dad every morning so we would bumped into each other on occasionally."
The door's bell jingle with a man dressed in dark clothing entering the salon, "And he happens to be a good friend of mine too. I believe Sirius is innocent. Hello, my is Bruce Wayne and this is my butler Alfred Pennyworth. Aubrey, Papillion good to meet each other again." The butler tip his bowler hat with everyone else looked dumbfounded at the two tall gentlemen enter the building.
Papillion rush over to greet the two with big hugs, Aubrey walked calmly, reaching his hands out the pockets to greet the two, "And I am Khris Neidhart." The worker addressing himself or as he likes to put it, herself.
"Well, the covers everyone," the bulldog growl angry, "how could I forget. Last but not lease, this is Chimichanga." Looking at everyone while rubbing his neck, Aubrey notice one thing, "it looks like each one has a common bond and that is Russell Madison."
Is it fate? Or merely a fluke?
With the group reuniting once again, Hemoglobin is right underneath their nose.
Inside Madison Citadel back door the hired spy from Lepiota checked to see if he could see anyone's inside. With being a mute, the heterochromia man went walked over to the front door as the bulldog started to sniff around inside Polish Paws. "Like guys, I hope he ain't gonna take a shit in here." Khris started to freak out as the spotless floors were just cleaned.
"No wait, I think Chimichanga hears something outside." Bruce address the alarmed employe, which caused everyone else to turn their heads to the door, "put him on a leash, Alfred and I will check it out." Exiting the door, Papillion put the bulldog on his burnt leash started to bark angry.
Aubrey stepped forward, "I am going to check it out as well. You two wait here." Without fear, the blonde went out the door following the two men already ahead.
Looking around, the three sees nothing or nobody unusual as each person as busy people walked in and out of cabs, metros, their own cars, kids running and playing on this busy late spring day, until without paying attention,
Feeling a bump, Aubrey turned around, "Hey, careful there," calmly, but frustrated address the young man. It was Hemoglobin who stood frozen next to the enemy.
What will happen next? How is Russell Madison's training? Also, is Azalea really who she says she is? Stay tune.