What the fuck?

Sonic opened the door and dashed to the staircase leading to his room. "Shit!" he cursed out loud. His image in the mirror was flushed red, his heartbeat erratic. What the fucking fuck?

It was the first time in his damn eighteen years of life that he felt this way.

Again, he remembered Mumen Rider's bare face and his breath hitched. The boy's brown eyes were framed with long lashes, his nose was small but pointy, and his cheeks were soft and plump.

He was just so fucking cute.

Sonic punched his own chest just to shut it up, but it kept on beating loudly.

He decided to shed his clothes and step into the shower. A nice cold bath would calm him down. He closed his eyes as he let the needles of water slide down his body. But Mumen Rider's image still haunted him. He saw the boy without his goggles. How would he look without his clothes on? The mere thought of it stirred Sonic's cock. He looked down and saw that he was hard.

Without hesitation, Sonic gripped his cock and started pumping it. He imagined Mumen Rider beneath him, sprawled on the floor with his legs over Sonic's shoulders. Sonic pumped his cock harder as he thought of thrusting into Mumen Rider's wet hole over and over again until the boy loses his fucking mind. He would think of nothing but Sonic's cock inside his ass.

The pleasure that Sonic felt was intense. He shot thick cum all over the bathroom tiles.

Shit.

What the fuck was happening to him?

He was acting like a bitch in heat. All because of a fucking hero wannabe he only met once. Logic slowly sank back into his brain. He never was a romantic and the only thing he wanted from this Mumen Rider was his asshole. Typical Sonic. Looking for pleasure. This heat that he felt for the boy would soon pass after he had sex with him.

That was it.

He just needed to find him and taste him. After that, Sonic wouldn't be as hungry anymore. He wouldn't think about Mumen Rider any longer and his fucking heart would finally beat normally again.

Turning the shower off, he took his towel and wiped his body. He wore an old black shirt and violet pajamas. He'd outgrown his clothes but still wore them because he hadn't had any new ones since Frank died.

Sonic's stomach grumbled. Towel on his hair, he went downstairs and proceeded to the kitchen. No food was on the table so he opened the fridge and took an apple.

"Really, Sonic-chan, I told you not to wear your shoes inside the house. And clean your hands before you eat-"

"Shut up," Sonic warned Thea with a scathing glare as he walked back to his room.

Unperturbed, Thea muttered something about hygiene and being concerned about Sonic.

What a load of bullshit.

The middle-aged woman did not care about him at all. She could convince all her relatives and the entire neighborhood about her saintly concern for Sonic's welfare, but she would never fool him. The woman was a fucking hypocrite.

When her father, Frank, was still alive, she treated Sonic like a real son. Frank was an old man who decided to adopt Sonic and teach him the way of the ninja. The elder was the only one in this fucking family who treated Sonic right. After he died, Sonic was treated like shit. Nobody cared about him anymore. And that was just fine. Because to Sonic, these bunch of shitbags were never family to him. The only reason he stayed here was because of a promise he made to Frank on his dying bed.

Sonic closed his bedroom door and proceeded to his computer. It was an old model but it'll have to do. He shouldn't occupy his thoughts about the fuckers living in this house. For now, he had a mission to accomplish. He turned the ancient computer on and started to type on the internet's search engine.

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"I'm sorry. Please forgive me!" The blond-dyed boy lay bloody on the floor. With all the remaining strength he had, he pleaded for Sonic's mercy.

The fool was stupid enough to challenge Sonic to a duel. Now look at him: a fucking disgusting mess of blood, tears, and snot. Serves him right.

"Well, I should thank you, though," Sonic said as took the boy's face and struck it again. "It seems I need a punching bag." He was pissed off. His efforts to look for Mumen Rider on the internet last night resulted in nothing. He just couldn't find the boy. It was like the hero wannabe was some kind of a myth. He would show up at the right time and then just vanish before anyone could learn about his true identity.

"S-chop. Lis." Oh, right. Sonic was still beating this idiot.

Finally bored, Sonic released the idiot and wiped his bloody hands on his jeans. At that moment, his cell phone rang, so he took it from his pocket and answered the call.

He heard Genus' voice from the other end of the line. "Sonic," the bespectacled boy said, "I have something for you."

"Is it coke?"

"No."

"Then fuck off."

Sonic was about to end the call but Genus told him, "I'm sure you'll like it."

Like it?

Genus was no fool and he knew Sonic well enough to know the things that Sonic would and would not like.

"Fine." Sonic gave the boy a chance. "What is it?"

"I have a job for you."

Sonic frowned. Disappointed, he replied, "I'm not interested in a fucking job." He was already assisting in his adoptive family's dojo and had been receiving enough money to get by. He definitely didn't want to have a fucking boss and be someone else's damn slave.

"But this is no ordinary job," Genus explained, "one of my clients is having a hard time with his business because of the new Mayor. The nosy old geezer wants to shut down the unlicensed casinos in the city."

"So?" All this talk was thinning out Sonic's patience.

"My client needs someone to take care of the Mayor."

At that, Sonic grinned. He was beginning to understand where this was going. "You need me to threaten the old bastard."

"No. Not just that. You'll be paid to kill him."

Kill.

Sonic always hungered for fights and he got off with beating people, but he never once killed someone. Although he could admit, the idea was so tempting. It would be a perfect time to test his skills and taste the rush of extinguishing someone's life with his own hands.

"Are you up for it?" Genus asked.

Was he up for it? Damn, yes. A tingle traveled Sonic's spine. He was fucking excited. "Who's the client?"

"You don't have to know."

"Where should I kill the Mayor?"

"That's your call. The old geezer will be attending an awards ceremony in the One Hotel later tonight. It's a very exclusive event so his security will be minimal inside. You need to eliminate him before tomorrow morning to get the money."

"Fine. I could do that."

"Okay, I'll tell my client." The call ended.

With the task, Sonic's blood rushed through his veins. He couldn't wait to think of the perfect plan and kill the fucking bastard.

Soon, night came.

Sonic donned his black latex bodysuit, which was highlighted with metal platings. Under his large gray eyes were purple marks. It was Frank who taught him to dress this way. The old man raised him to be a ninja-the best in their dojo. And tonight, Sonic would be able to apply all the skills he learned from him.

Quietly, the ninja dodged the eyes of the guards and went into the basement of One Hotel. From there, he sneaked into the vents and crawled his way through the building. He first went into the CCTV monitoring room and knocked down the security guards there. He looked at the monitors and realized the event hadn't started yet.

He grinned when he saw his target enter one of the hotel rooms alone. The fool didn't even bring a single bodyguard with him.

The question was how to proceed to the target's location. If he just breezed through the halls, he would be easily noticed. He looked at the unconscious guards on the chairs and started stripping one of them.

Disguised as a bodyguard, Sonic walked with calm toward the VIP rooms of One Hotel. He blended with the crowd. He'd reach the old bastard and take his fucking life in no time.

When he reached the top floor, suddenly, one of the function halls in the VIP section opened, and a crowd dressed to the nines spilled through the lighted corridors. Sonic lowered the security guard's cap on his head to hide his face.

And then he saw him.

Just a silhouette of a boy with chestnut brown hair and thick eyeglasses.

But Sonic was positive he was Mumen Rider.

Automatically, the ninja's feet turned toward the crowd and he followed them, eager to meet the hero wannabe again. He caught up with the brown-haired boy and immediately placed a hand on his shoulder.

The boy looked at him and Sonic's heart dropped. It wasn't Mumen Rider at all.

Fuck.

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Satoru yawned.

The event last night ended past midnight but he still woke up early in the morning to attend his classes. He didn't want to skip class because he might miss something important. He wasn't smart and needed extra effort to keep up with the others. He couldn't afford to be absent.

"Yo, Satoru, morning!" Running toward the school gate, Max greeted him with a smile.

Satoru smiled back. "Good morning!" He was happy. He and his family were new in the city. Just moved half a month ago. So far, he had attended a few classes in Wan Pan Koukou but already he felt like he belonged here. He wasn't a people person but he managed to make acquaintance of many of the students in school.

"Jinzuren-sensei, good morning," Satoru greeted his class adviser.

The teacher stopped walking and talked to him, "Ah, Satoru-kun. It's good that I saw you. I've been looking for someone who'll be willing to head a new club. Everyone's been refusing to take the job."

"A new club, sensei? What kind is it?"

The older man adjusted his glasses. "Well, the Mayor required all the schools to create a special club that would help the city during disasters and any kind of trouble. Our school had just created one but no student wants to be its President. Are you interested?"

A club dedicated to helping the city when it was in need? It was like a club made for Satoru. Ever since he was little, Satoru has always loved helping others. He wanted to grow strong and be someone who could protect everyone. But he was a failure. He remained weak. Average build. Below-average brains. And below-average strength. These he knew but he never gave up. He believed that as long as his heart remained steady and he did his best, he could still be able to help others.

He could still be a hero.

"Okay, sensei," he replied. "Please tell me what I need to do."

"Thank you, Satoru-kun. Look for me at the faculty office during lunchtime so we can discuss the club in detail."

"Yes, sensei." Satoru bowed at the teacher. He glanced at the rows of sakura trees lined by the entrance of Wan Pan Koukou. Beautiful pink sakura flowers danced on their boughs. Some scattered and flew with the spring breeze.

Inside him, Satoru filled something stir.

He felt it deep inside his gut.

Something new would begin. His life here in this city would soon change.

"Finally caught you." A deep voice whispered into Satoru's ear. The male student had his arm over Satoru's shoulders and was pulling him close to his body.