Hotaru doko demo. [Teshi]

[.unlogged//]

He had just been wandering the less active parts of town in order to get some time alone to himself, to just enjoy the silence that the night provided except where he was headed wasn't really a quiet place. So really, there was no 'quiet time' in this city for him to look forward to. Hell you couldn't even get quiet time in the Library! Honestly this was a city that certainly never Slept save for the few sane people who would rather remain oblivious toward those who were active during the night. Tonight was relatively peaceful which was a change from the usual racket that often contributed to his migraines. Sure there were the occasional loud mouthed teens and punk-want-to-be's, but he didn't mind them. They were certainly better then the annoying loud mouth girls who swooned whenever Akira walked past them who often seemed to act in one unit rather then individually. Religion. Another thing that gave him a migraine. But here, down by the local bar Jackson's, was peaceful. The occasional teens and class mates from High school were here, as well as a few new faces. Well he thought so until his eyes rested upon one youth. Wasn't that that kid named Teshi, or something like that? Running a soft tanned hand through his dyed blond hair, he allowed his bangs to fall back over his eye ending just below it whilst other strands fell to his cheeks. His fingers adorned three single silver bands on his ring finger, whilst a rather large plated silver ring was worn on his other hand on his middle finger, reaching from one joint up the other. Adorning the youth's frame was a plain dark slate gray shirt whilst a dark coal black blazer covered the shirt, having the cuffs customarily torn. The blazer had copper and bronze studs imbedded along the collar which was folded back showing said studs save for a large copper button. Clinging to the figures slim waist and legs were plain black pants that had tears in the knees and along the legs in random places, also customarily made. On his feet were just a pair of simple slip on leather shoes. From where he stood the Asian youth leaned against the wall beside the door to the blue with a rustle of fabric and glanced down staring at the concrete beneath him.

However his quiet time had been interrupted when he glanced about seeing that same boy from earlier. It couldn't be..was it him? Was it..Teshi? Instantly he rose to his feet, moving his gaze to try and predict where the boy would move to. A smirk rose to his lips. It was that same boy he had seen in most of his classes. Of course, there was past tense involved because they weren't in class anymore. He wondered how this youth was doing. But..why? He had no idea why. Upon moving from the wall the blazer fell down to his feet and soon swept behind his legs as he began to slowly follow the boy who really, had matured into something quite..appealing to the eye. So it was no surprise when Akira paused seeing a group of men make their way to-wards him. Instead, his lips twisted into an amused smirk as his eyes gleamed sadistically. Really if they thought he was just some pretty boy push over, they were sorely mistaken. And as the head honcho (or who Akira assumed was the Leader) moved to-wards the Asian youth only to wrap an arm about his waist. Akira merely narrowed his eyes at the man. He wreaked of alcohol and cigarettes. Lovely. Swiftly Akira struck his palm up to-wards the man's nose, shattering the bridge and breaking it. The man released a yelp of pain and upon reeling back he clenched his bleeding nose with a snarl. The other two immediately went to restrain Akira but just as swiftly as they had extended their fists Akira only struck their arms and foreheads, striking the pressure points within their bodies harshly. The two men staggered back somewhat obviously feeling very faint and tired. However the head Honcho took Akira by surprise, managing to connect a blow to Akira's ribs, making the youth reel back with an arm wrapped tightly about his throbbing ribs. But as the man went to strike Akira a second time the Asian youth narrowed his eyes and crouched down swifly swinging his leg out to knock the man's feet out from under him. And his ploy worked! The man fell onto his stomach hitting his nose hard against the concrete causing even more pain to fly from his dry lips. Akira planted a foot down harshly against the man's spine, forcing him back down to the concrete.

"Era diversión pero ahora tengo que ir."

He whispered lustfully into the man's ear as he finally succumbed and ceased his struggles.

"Freaking punk!"

One of the other youths exclaimed seeing Akira kick their Leader's rib cage relentlessly. Akira smirked and raised his head sizing the others up in his eye and just stood there smirking and waiting for one of them to attack him again.

"Le faltaré verdad mi amigo. Era una reunión del placer usted.."

With that, Akira simply walked away leaving the batch of broken bloodied men on the ground. Hmm there had to be something else to do. He merely walked back to the place he was before and leaned against the door with a slight wince, remembering the lucky strike to his rib cage. With a hoarse cough, Akira haunched forward a bit covering his mouth with a slender hand. Jesus his ribs hurt but he quickly placed a mask about his face hiding the fact that he was in pain at this moment and only slipped inside of the bar slowly. Akira was greeted by the sounds of laughter and conversing which only gave the injured youth a throbbing head ache. Moping to the back of the bar he sat himself down within the furthest booth in the back of the room, though slowly leaned back against the padded seats and directed his gaze to the window..


[Era diversión pero ahora tengo que ir = It was fun but now I have to go, Le faltaré verdad mi amigo = I will truly miss you my friend, Era una reunión del placer usted = It was a pleasure meeting you.]

[Z]

The beginning of Summer, yet it really didn’t feel like it. His breathing pattern rose as he walked, his heart beating fast and out of sync. He slowly brought a delicate hand to his neck, loosing the top two buttons on his soft, white shirt. Sweat dripped down his cheek onto his hand, and he wiped it solely onto his jeans. Why was he sweating? He hadn’t been active yet this evening, he had come out to be active, only the opportunity hadn’t yet aroused. His dark hair fell around his face, and he ran his left hand through it, the silky locks floating across his fingers elegantly. Well that’s how it looked with the neon lights across the street shining upon him. This man, who was barely a man at seventeen years, was named Christopher Teshino. His more common alias however was Teshi. This Asian teenager had been born and raised in China, and only half that time had been with his mixed race family. Teshi doesn’t want to get into that. Here he was now, giving into the heat and completely undoing his shirt, rolling the sleeves up and gripping the edges of his pockets with his hands. He drifted past numerous clubs and bars, only one catching his eye that evening. He wasn’t old enough to be served, but he wanted somewhere to relax without too much body heat wavering. Jacksons would be perfect. Once or twice, he was sure he was being watched, but he was quick to dismiss this. It wasn’t wise to dwell upon things similar to noises in the night. This was one of the rare evenings inwhich Teshi was not wearing his eye contacts. His natural dark brown eyes seduced the light, as it gave into his flickering gaze. In all honesty, he didn’t find himself attractive. All he wanted of himself was cleanliness, and then he was comfortable.

Things were getting heated away from Teshi now, and he quickened his pace to stand timidly behind a low wall. It meant he would get an easier escape if the possibility of being jumped ever cropped up. His eyes crawled through the street, meeting a familiar target occasionally. It was not until several moments later when they once again met this target and settled. A small, half-smile played upon his pale lips, and a gentle breeze cooled his overheated body. Those eyes meeting his own were very familiar indeed. “Akira.” Teshi whispered to himself, lacking the self confidence to raise his voice higher than that. The attractive male in his view would not be able to hear him, and he seemed to be having his own problems anyway. Teshi watched, the situation with the drunken men seeming all to easy with Akira dealing with it. His mouth fell agape, he had to bite his tongue to close it, his eyes watching in genuine surprise as Akira walked away. He had heard words, foreign words at that, but not understood them. He slowly moved closer, giving Akira time to enter Jacksons before entering himself. He looked back briefly, his eyes glanced upon the drunken mess on the ground. A smile met his lips, he liked a strong, dominant man. His gaze turned forward again, searching secretly for the mischievous face of Akira, and when they found it, it wasn’t concentrating on Teshi. He didn’t want to seem too forward, Akira would obviously be agitated from the sudden battle outside. He took several steps forward, acting as though not to notice the handsome male, and seating himself two table to the left of Akira. It was then that it happened again, the heat rise burst through Teshi’s body, making him sweat from his torso down his stomach. He leaned back, stressed by the overwhelming heat attacking him. His mind flickered slightly, resting on the drink he had taken from someone he didn’t even know.

“What have I taken?”

The words were spoken aloud, and he didn’t even notice. Whatever he had taken couldn’t be too harmful, otherwise he would have collapsed, but he had still had his drink spiked all the same. He cursed audibly, knowing it served him right, he was many years underage and shouldn’t even be touching alcohol for it to be spiked. He leaned forward and rested on the table, taking off his shirt and placing it around his shoulders. Sweat dripped from his neck as his closed his eyes and raised a hand to his head. It pounded gently, an obvious sign to the start of a headache.

“I’m gonna fucking kill him.”

[.unlogged//]

Akira was shook from his thoughts as a Waitress, whom he also recognized from School, paused in-front of his table with note pad and pencil in hand. Upon further inspection Akira noticed she had an irritated scowl on her face, probably just fed up with working he assumed but he didn't shift his position to acknowledge her which, Akira assumed made her even more pissed. It was fine though. He could handle a few harsh words especially when he had dealt with a few harsh blows only a few moments ago. So really, when the Waitress slammed the menu down on the table's surface Akira didn't stir. Instead, he glanced up at her with a smirk adorning his lips.

"Can I get you anything?"

The Woman inquired with a roll of her eyes. She knew this kid, he was a class mate of hers-- the one whom all her friends had a crush on and all the boys hated. Really she wondered why anyone hated him that was..until now. Now she could understand. He was a jackass.

"Water, please."

He murmured lacing his words sweetly yet bitterly as well. The young Woman seemed to pick up on his tone, scowled, pouted and scribbled down the order on the notepad. Switching her feet she leaned upon one allowing for her other leg to relax and waited as Akira slowly, yet purposely, scanned over every item. He didn't find anything really appealing but he would continue to look just to tick this pretty young class mate of his, off. Why did he get a kick from pissing people off? Oh right. He was a sadist by nature. Silly him! But upon looking up he saw the Teshi youth come inside also, Akira watched him carefully obviously interested in the strange youth who Akira saw, apparently was talking to himself. How strange. His thoughts were once again interrupted as the Waitress cleared her throat.

"Betsuni."

"Come again?"

Oh right. He forgot he wasn't in Japan anymore. With a soft pain raked sigh, he placed a hand to his ribs lightly and once again glanced up at the young Waitress.

"Nothing else. Where is your bathroom?"

He wouldn't blame her if she didn't tell him, she probably assumed that he would write all over the walls or drag someone in there and have sexual intercourse with some random stranger. Really though, she probably thought that but surprisingly she pointed behind her at a swinging door with the male sign upon the front. Without another word he pushed himself from the booth only to swagger forward. Quickly his hands grasped the head board to the booth in-front of him, catching himself. People paused and looked wondering what was wrong. Akira scowled and quickly strode into the bathroom only to lean against one of the stall doors. Huffing, Akira slowly lifted his shirt showing his bruised ribs and well toned stomach. Letting his shirt fall back down, Akira shrugged off his over-coat and draped it over the side of the stall. Once again he lifted his shirt inspecting his heavily bruised ribs only to take off his shirt. Man he'd have to get revenge later. Placing a hand to one of the bruises upon his rib cage Akira winced at his own touch and stifled a painful cough only to continue observe the damage in the mirror.

[Z]

Teshi remained still, cursing inwardly until he felt enough profane language had taken over his head. He was trying to feel the draught of people passing to cool himself down. He gasped, looking over to Akira’s table. He was no longer at it. Had he been too busy in his state of nausea to even realise him leave? Fortunately not, and his gaze averted before him to a scowling male. Teshi fought off his wariness and stood, walking the direction of the mens room. People around him were stirring slightly at the noise being made, he was clumsily knocking things off tables as he walked. He dropped his shirt, and swivelled round to pick it up, bumping into a very large man as he did so. He apologised severely before hastily continuing his difficult journey to the toilets. And when he got to the door he stumped into the closest wall sighing. He was never going to let alcohol tempt him ever again, he could feel himself weaken as more sweat rolled down his chest.

“Pathetic Teshi.”

The words were only whispered. Or he hoped they were. He pushed himself from the wall and walked around it, his eyes blurring slightly. Letting another half-smile take over his face, he edged towards Akira, regaining more responsibility for himself with every strong step. From the blur in his eyes, he didn’t know whether Akira had seen him enter or not, but he tried to be quiet, creeping behind him so he wouldn’t be as noticeable in the mirror. He flicked back his hair and shook his head to remove it from his eyes.

“Akiraaa.”

The name slipped slowly off his tongue, in a kind of gentle rhythm as though to break into song. Teshi didn’t even know why he had said it like that, but it sounded good coming with his tone of voice. Akira was going to think he was drunk. Sighing, he leaned against the wall, his gaze running in Akira’s direction. Even through the blurred vision, he noted Akira’s handsome appearance. Even more so with his top off. Until he noticed the bruising on his body.

“What happened? That doesn’t look very good.”

They had never spoken properly before. They had shared single words briefly in class, but he had not actually seen Akira out of school before. It gave him some kind of excitement rush, and he was finding it difficult to steady himself. He suddenly turned to one of the taps in the nearest sink, turning it on and watching the water flow. He lowered himself onto one knee and pushed his lips to the water. He began to drink, hoping it would make him feel a lot better than he did.

“Sorry,”

Teshi apologised in between drinks. He felt he had to apologise for his seemingly ridiculous behavior. He cupped his hands around the water and poured it across his shoulders, letting the cool drops of water calm his boiling skin. He sat on the floor, one knee raised and the other stretched out infront of him.

“So what brings you here tonight?”

[.unlogged//]

He knew he was probably attracting unwanted attention to himself but that couldn't be helped really seeing how he staggered his way to the bathroom with a pained expression on his face. But luckily no one had said anything nor did they try to do anything to stop him with their inquisitions. Akira hadn't even noticed the following racket outside of the bathroom once he stepped, or stumbled rather, into the bathroom. He was concentrating on more important things like inspecting the damage he was enduring. He couldn't remember the last time he had been injured this badly--of course he could! It happened on his last birthday and as he slowly slipped into a reminiscing state he slowly traced a faint scar on his shoulder with a blank gaze. If he ever met that crazed youth who had stabbed him he would make sure to return the favor ten fold. A small dark chuckle escaped him remembering how he had escaped the Hospital and hasn't been back since. He remembered how most if not all of the staff members went on a wild goose chase trying to look for him; to restrain him probably and inject him with some sort of sedative.

"Oroka."

Akira scolded himself softly. What was he thinking getting into all of these fights for no reason? Well some of them had a point to be fighting for but mostly they were pointless fights that Akira himself would often start. To be honest he didn't know why either and he didn't care, the adrenaline that pumped through his system was such a jolt to him; a certain kind of release from the stress in his Life. Sure it wasn't exactly a positive way to release stress but fighting was the only way that really worked for him. And this probably was the only time he would ever scold himself for fighting. However Akira was startled when another youth stumbled into the bathroom though it didn't appear so for Akira only glared at the door briefly before returning his gaze back to the mirror with a soft scowl only he saw the form of another behind him in the mirror who turned out to be..wait..was that..Teshi? Akira didn't turn around to look however, instead he only watched Teshi in the mirror seeming to notice that something was wrong with him. At first Akira thought him to be drunk but..something didn't seem right. When Teshi moved to lean against the wall, speaking in a rather melodic tone that actually made him appear to be singing, Akira turned his head to glance over his shoulder at the boy. That is until he turned away hearing the inquisition.

"It's nothing."

Akira retorted with a scowl. Crouching down Akira winced and nearly fell over but he caught himself quickly placing a hand to the wall behind him, stood, and shrugged his shirt back on over himself. The last thing he needed was for someone to care about him especially when that person was in a worse state then he was. They hadn't really talked to one another that much, Teshi was always a shy youth who kept to himself whilst Akira simply lacked the enthusiasm to befriend people unless he found them attractive. It wasn't that he didn't find Teshi attractive because he certainly was, but Teshi always isolated himself which made it hard for Akira to talk to him. A slow, soft sigh floated from his pierced lips as he relaxed himself against the wall with his over coat draped over his arm. Akira merely watched the youth curiously wondering what the hell had happened.

"Daijoobu desu ka?"

Akira inquired strongly, making his voice seem to bounce off the walls around them. He had a strong Japanese accent; a true tongue for the language he had grown up with. Akira pushed himself from his leaning post against the wall and slowly walked beside the semi-crouched boy, and found himself placing a hand gently on Teshi's shoulder. Why? He had no idea, it just felt right to. And why was he so worried about this youth? Akira didn't know either but all he did know was that he was attracted to Teshi a lot more then any other person he had ever met.

[Z]

Ooc:
Sorry this isn't very long. Being ill, my mind is temporarily blocked. But I haven't replied in like a week so it was bordering upon the ridiculous. Atleast it's something for you to reply to, eh? ^^

Bic:
The feeling Teshi had now was simply nausea. However he kept himself composed on the ground, sounds drifting in and out of his ears, sometimes he wasn’t hearing properly. He had heard Akira speak, but in Japanese instead of English. He shivered as a sudden cold draft hit his body, noticing Akira had walked towards him, and now had his hand on Teshi’s shoulder. Teshi figured he should probably answer Akira’s question, but he needed a minute or two, to himself to regain his mind. He was feeling both drowsy and sick, each feeling clashing with each other. His thoughts ran over several issues. His brother, Iruke. Yes, he was a worthy person to think of when one felt like he was going to be sick. His ex lover, Jared. Well, ex said it all really. He shook his head and brought himself back to reality.

“Hai. Anata wa?”

The words said just as clearly as Akira had said them, only with a softer tone. It was hard to talk right now. His eyelids kept drooping, and he pinched himself to keep them from closing. He ran his hands the length of his entire body, trying to wipe away the sweat, or the water that had dripped down from his shoulders. He let out a sigh and turned his head to look up at Akira. It took Teshi several minutes to register the fact Akira was touching him. He could feel his hand on his shoulder, but never actually let the realization hit him.

“Sawaranaide yokatta koto~!”
”My goodness, don’t touch me~!”

Teshi didn’t mind Akira touching him; Just any other time would be appropriate. He hastily shook Akira’s hand away, but not unkindly, he just didn’t want Akira’s body heat to accompany the heat of whatever stupid drug he had unknowingly taken. His eyes still met Akira’s, he didn’t want Akira to think he was being rude, and so he let out a gentle half-smile. He had never actually been this close to Akira before, he felt it a priviledge. Even though he didn’t like how he was feeling at the moment, he felt thankful. After all, he didn’t think he would have had the confidence to approach Akira otherwise.

[.unlogged//]

Man this kid's skin was scorching hot and dappled with what Akira gathered was sweat or possibly water or both. Did he have a temperature? Akira wasn't sure but figured with Teshi's current body heat plus the fact he was sweating like an ice cube on a hot stove he probably had a high fever. Ok so that was a pretty bad metaphor but it still made his point. He didn't know whether he should fan Teshi or to place his jacket about the boy seeing him shudder and sweat. He had no idea what to do with him but he had to do something! O so he claimed he was fine? That was certainly a lie if Akira had ever heard one. It was quite apparent that there was something wrong with Teshi and unfortunately for the youth Akira was very persistent.

"Mochiron."

Ah now they were both lying only Akira had more suitable ground to lie then the boy beneath him. Akira was actually starting to grow antsy for some reason and when Teshi freaked upon realizing he had a hand on his shoulder Akira stood and moved back against the wall with an incredulous look on his face. Man this kid needed help. Releasing a small irritated sigh he pinched the bridge of his nose and rolled his eyes.

"Teshi, yamete. Uso tsukanaide!"

Another sigh escaped him. Once again he strode slowly to the huddled form of Teshi and crouched beside him only to take hold Teshi's forearms to try and make him stand.

"Hayaku! Onegai!"

Well Akira wasn't really the perfect person to be playing the role of a care taker or doctor for that matter. He had no idea what Teshi had swallowed to have made him in his current condition. However Akira was distracted from his thoughts of aid when he heard some rape at the door with their knuckles, knocking three times before he heard that occasional, worried, 'Hello?' Akira quickly looked to Teshi then the door. Had they made a scene even in the eating hall?! Damn! That was the last thing these two needed at the moment. And yet there came that same worried inquisition this time a little more frantic to the ears.

"What?!"

Akira finally snapped, moving to stand in-front of Teshi in hopes to hide him and to stop anymore awkward inquisitions.

"Is everything alright in there?!"

ooc- Aw s'alright, this one kind of sucked too. xD!

[Z]

Teshi slowly quirked a brow, lifting his head once more and looking into the eyes of a seemingly concerned Akira. He copied his gesture of pinching the bridge of his nose and bit his lip. What was he supposed to say to that? He moved his hand to his cheek and corressed it using both his palm and the back; His hand seemed cooler than the rest of his body. He paused for several seconds and gazed at Akira silently, various thoughts running through his head of his appearance. He coughed nervously and looked away before it caused an uncomfortable silence. “I’m not lying.”

He couldn’t be bothered to talk in Japanese. He didn’t know why but something just stopped him, and he felt his eyelids slowly closing. Teshi snapped them open and concentrated on the male infront of him, not letting his gaze shift from him. He realised that Akira was trying to get him to stand, and so he obeyed lazily. It’s not like he was in a position to do otherwise anyway.

“Hai, hai.”

Teshi remembered all the times he had secretly watched Akira from a safe distance. Ignoring how much of a stalker that must make him seem, it wasn’t like he followed him. There were just some places that Teshi went, and slowly he began to notice Akira went there as well. It was as though Akira actually had an interest in him, however that could just be his mind playing tricks on him considering he isolated himself so much. He was suddenly pulled from his thoughts as he heard a voice from the doorway.

Teshi considered answering, but Akira did it for him; and so he relaxed a little. Now stood up, he felt a little light headed and steadied himself on a sink, looking at Akira in confusion as he stood infront of him. His ears twitched and he understood it looked like a very awkward situation. Slowly, Teshi pulled his shirt back on, leaving it unbuttoned however so he didn’t get much hotter than he already was. He glanced about, worried about what he was going to do. He felt so odd, and just didn’t feel like himself at all.

“Everything’s fine~!”

Well someone had to answer the persistant, unknown voice coming from the doorway.

[.unlogged//]

They had to get away from public eyes before they made their current scene an even bigger one. For a moment their inquisitor was silent on the other side of the hall which Akira was grateful for until they rephrased the question making it sound like Akira was doing something to someone unwilling. Which sort of was and wasn't the case with Teshi. Hearing the person knock on the door three more times Akira took hold of Teshi and basically took the boy within his strong slender arms knowing Teshi would probably be more then freaked out with his sudden movements. He winced however and nearly fell to one knee but pushed himself forward, kicking the door open and weaving through the door way. Instantly people around them started to gasp and some even were daring enough to stand from their seats with nothing but bewilderment in their expressions. Akira only hurried past them with Teshi in his arms. However once he got outside he dropped his jacket but didn't notice this considering how his mind was focused on other things at the moment such as Teshi. In fact he was so distracted that he didn't even the men that he had beaten up earlier watching him move down the street.

One of said thugs rummaged through his blazer's pockets searching for his cell phone which was currently vibrating, found it, flipped it open and placed it to his ear.

"Yeah?"

He said gruffly. The man on the other land merely said the thug's name and that was enough to make the thug pause and drop his tough guy act.

"O, it's you, Tero, Sir."

He fell silent for a few moments listening to the other man who seemed like his boss, talk and instruct him on what to do next. A smirk crossed the man's thin lips.

"Yeah..we know him alright."

"Good. O and make sure to tell my brother I said hello and that I send him my best wishes, will you?"

"Gotcha, sayonara boss-man!"

Shoving the cellular phone back into his pocket he nodded at his two friends and began to stalk after Akira and Teshi.

"Sumimasen."

Akira murmured painfully finding it hard to carry Teshi and breathe at the same time. His ribs throbbed painfully making Akira stifle painful cries, instead only agitated growls flew from his lips.

"Shinpai shinai de.."

He spoke painfully making it just that apparent that his ribs were having a serious effect on him. Beads of sweat had gathered and were slowly running down his face only to curve under his chin and down his throat. And as he continued to quickly carry Teshi down the streets he was completely oblivious toward the men that were tailing them from behind..


[ooc- Plot started! >D]
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[Z]

“Nandayo?”

Teshi didn’t have much time to object. Object to the fact he was being carried away by Akira that was. His brain was preoccupied with trying to keep awake, the constant drowsiness attacking him from all directions. His ears were immune to the protest and confusion of the crowd in Jacksons, and even as he looked around into their faces full of questions; he didn’t hear any sounds except his own confused heartbeat. What the hell was Akira doing? Where was he taking him? He wanted to repeat these questions outloud, but what if Akira got agitated with him? Teshi sighed and let him have his way.

All the time, the whispers and sounds of footsteps were driving him insane. What was this drug doing to him? He glanced around and saw nothing glancing back in this smothering darkness. He sighed, his heart beating quicker again; But he didn’t know whether that was due to the drug, Akira or the fact he knew someone was following them now. He wanted to open his mouth and say something, but that could cause them to be attacked. He could tell poor Akira was struggling with his weigh, he had been injured earlier so it wasn’t really a surprise.

“Stop!”

He jumped from Akira’s back before he had time to register, and then he spun around and looked into the darkness. He couldn’t see them, but he knew they were there. The adrenaline pumped wildly inside him, he didn’t feel drugged right now. His blue eyes scanned the shadows, desperate for a flicker of an intruder. The silence and failure to find anyone agitated him, and so he spoke out into the darkness.

“Come out.”

[.unlogged//]

Akira continued to hurry down the streets, cutting in-front of cars and darting from one street to another. In some weird sense he did know he was being followed which was why he began to absent mindfully quicken his pace. However there was another reason that showed itself. Teshi. He began to look worse and worse. Crap. He wasn't feeling too hot either. Slowing his pace a bit he leaned against a nearby wall and took a painful breath before wincing and haunching forward. He was almost grateful that Teshi jumped from his back but Akira quickly spun around just to get struck in the back of the neck. Crumpling to his knees with a painful gasp. Hm too bad they had split up and circle around the block in order to catch the teens off guard.

"Tero sends his regards, kid!"

Just hearing that name was enough to send the Asian youth into a crazed state. Widening his eyes he slowly glanced over his shoulder only to be struck across his face sending him onto his stomach and bruised ribs. The other two instantly formed a semi-circle around Akira obviously ignoring Teshi who they felt was no threat. Akira merely pushed himself up with his arms. One of them swiftly went to kick at his face but Akira quickly caught hold of it and twisted it painfully making the man cry out and fall onto his back. Akira rose to his feet to swiftly engage the other two but his attack was halted as two fists swiftly connected with his already bruised ribs. Akira stumbled back into the wall, hugging his ribs tightly and slowly slid down the wall with an expression showing just how much pain he was in now.

"..A..ani?"

Akira murmured shakily with a whimper. Though his current state was more then enough to welcome the three men to go strike at him again. A swift kick connected with Akira's sides making the Asian youth cry out and fall forward in bouts of coughing. During all of this Akira had his eyes closed refusing to even look at Teshi. After all..this was family revenge to put it simply.

"Hey, wipe that look offa yer face!"

Oh no were they targeting Teshi now?

"I don't like the look on yer face, wipe it off before I wipe it off for ya!"

"I'm not done yet!"

Akira snarled, pulling himself to his feet with the help of the wall. Shakily he wavered on his feet and propped himself against the wall lifting his head to size the others up in his eyes with a weak pain ridden gaze. He just hoped that Teshi wouldn't be a fool and stay to try and help..
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[Z]

Teshi waited, the silence irritating him something rotten. Infact, he was so busy looking for said stalkers, he didn’t even realise Akira had been attacked. Hearing the sudden noise and rowdiness; He turned and his body froze. He was completely paralysed and he couldn’t understand why. A sudden thought occured to him however, could any of these men be the reason he was drugged in the first place? He quickly became frustrated with himself, unable to move and save Akira.

It was not a sight he had wanted to see when he felt helplessly weak and unable to do anything. He was at a loss of words, and he stood lifeless to watch the traumatic display of violence before him. Trying to move his muscles, he cursed, thankful that him making some noise diverted their attention away from Akira. With this, his adrenaline began to surge through him again, and once more he ignored the drowsiness, able to see clearly and concentrate better than usual. He darted between the attackers and stood infront of Akira, his arms outstretched either side of him, and his gaze intense on each man.

“I dare you to even try.”

His words were quiet, but just as meaningful and threatening as the man’s had been. He froze for a second, suddenly angered by what they had done. He was unable to control his feelings, and rage had seeped through. He was trying to pull back and stay composed, only he couldn’t, and just one simple glance at these men angered him again. He raised his fist hastily, it was almost unseeable, and he launched it swiftly into one of the men’s heads. No sooner had he done this, was it by his side again, as though he hadn’t even lifted it. It was useful to be a dancer, you got much more stealth and movement as a reward.

“If you take this further, you'll regret it.”

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Upon hearing Akira's voice provoke them for another attack they turned from Teshi and focused on Akira like they were supposed to. That was until the youth they targeted a moment before shoved his way past them, breaking the circle to stand in-front of the crippled Akira which surprised and angered Akira. His eyes widened briefly seeing Teshi extend his arms out acting like some sort of shield.

"Baka.."

Akira growled letting his head fall to side allowing his hair to fall over his face.

"..toosoo shimasu!"

This was surprisingly directed toward his protector, Teshi. Akira didn't want Teshi's name on his list of people he had harmed or had gotten harmed just for trying to protect him. Teshi didn't deserve to be dragged into his family affairs. But it was too late apparently. Akira was about to strike out but paused when he saw Teshi attack instead. Teshi..was..lashing out at people? But..what reason did Teshi have to protect him? They hardly knew one another and Akira wasn't exactly the nicest person in the World to befriend. He quickly looked away but opened his eyes suddenly hearing an all too familiar voice call off the thugs. The man that Teshi had hit staggered back and was about to return the punch but halted and moved back.

"Juubun."

A voice almost similar to Akira's rang out however the owner didn't really share a resemblance with Akira other then habit of dying his hair. The figures hair was dyed a bright maroon color only having random tendrils remain the same original hue of his natural hair color. His bangs were cut so that one side ending a bit past his eyes brushing into them whilst the other side reached down his chin covering that eye. The ends were either let down or were braided showing off more of his natural hair color and ended to his mid-back and tail bone. His eyes were done up with a thick coat of black ink whilst a striking near-red amber hue was shown in his irises. About his milk white neck he wore a red studded collar having a long sleeved black shirt clinging and showing off his upper half whilst a pair of plain black slacks clung to his legs seeming to flare out from the thighs, resting on top of a pair of black platform boots that were worn on his feet. Instantly the figure moved toward Akira having the thugs move upon Teshi like he was sheep that needed to be herded.

"Ahh..Mirai-san!"

He exclaimed softly with a smile. However seeing Akira glare and spit at his feet he frowned and tilted his head a bit to the side.

"Aww..daijoobu?"

"Like you care..Ani-kun."

Akira spat back. However he was silenced when Tero's, the maroon haired youth, quickly drove his fist into Akira's rib cage making the Asian youth release gasps of air only to buckle under himself and fall against Tero. Tero only stood there with a smile, holding Akira against the wall with nothing but his fist keeping him there.

"Oo, your brother says Hello, Teshi-san."

Tero shifted his amber gaze to Teshi flashing him a dark smirk. This would be fun after all..



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“Urusai!”

Teshi snarled at Akira, in such a way that might make him realise that there is no other option. He glanced at each one of the thugs, ready to block an incoming attack. Until a voice, much similar to the one of Akira’s, called out and the man he had hit backed off. His blue eyes darted around, noticing another man and sighed inwardly. Who the hell was he? The realization hit him suddenly; This man was clearly the leader of these thugs. He scowled at him, suddenly being pulled away by the men. That put him straight into action. His raised his left leg swiftly to the side of the first man, pushing him backwards and sliding back himself to avoid a fist being plunged into his face. He span out, kicking up the same leg and aiming at the next man, but his drowsiness suddenly attacked him causing him to miss. He couldn’t hear words now, the blood was pounding in his ears as he concentrated on his own situation. He span in a circle and sprang behind the man he had hit in the head. He pulled his head backward and gave a powerful knee into the middle of his back, a satisfying crack indicated he could let go as the man fell to the floor. He wiped sweat from his brow, but the sudden pause left him open for several seconds, and one of the men struck him hard in the back of the head. The man cheered, expecting him to fall; Only the cheer was quickly silenced as Teshi turned and grabbed his arm at lightening speed. Infact, the man hadn’t hit him, Teshi had expected the attack and was able to stop it. He slung the man aside, stretching his foot out and letting the man trip backwards over it. The man swore in frustration and stood once more, sneaking upon Teshi whilst he dealt with the remaining man.

“Cuso. Kisama!”

Teshi had to break dance his way to the ground by chance he wouldn’t be seriously injured from the dropkick that the man had successfully performed. He windmilled his way back from the ground, staring at the man with intense eyes. He lunged towards him, one are outstretched and the other pulled back ready to deliver a double punch to the face. As he did, his partial deafness wore off suddenly, words seeped through his ears and into his brain, scorching everything in their path.

“What?”

He stopped himself suddenly, ignoring the braced look on the man’s face as though ready to receive the fatal blow. He turned and faced the other male, a look of genuine surprise on his face. He paused for a second, taking in his appearance, and then it came.

“What the f**k did you just say!?”

The brother that loved him, and possibly still did, was in contact with such people? What the hell was going on? Then a thought occured to him. His brother atleast loved him in a brotherly way. The same brother who Teshi believed killed their parent’s so they could be alone together, did love him in someway. He raised and eyebrow and merely smiled.

“You want me to believe that?”

Iruke would never let this man cause harm to him knowingly.

[.unlogged//]

Upon hearing the angered and rather upset reply from the boy Teshi, Tero merely smirked mostly to himself and Akira before shifting his gaze to the other youth. With a small airy laugh the maroon haired youth rolled his eyes upon seeing Teshi seem to break dance his way through his thugs but he wasn't what he came here for, though it was certainly a very nice bonus. Now he could mess with Akira and Akira's current love interest. It was almost ironic in a way but that was besides the point. The point, well his main focus was Akira and what he had in his possession that rightfully belonged to him being the elder sibling. As Akira slowly yet painfully opened his eyes into slits he saw that his blazer was draped over Tero's free arm. With a growl he swiftly clutched his brother's forearm and wrist with his hands, struggling to free himself from Tero's painful pin against the wall. Tero only smiled and with another thrust of his fist he made Akira stifle painful cries. Akira glanced over at Teshi quite impressed with how he was fairing against the Thugs in such a..graceful manner such as swift dance moves though Tero didn't seem to be enjoying the scene.

"O by the way, you dropped this, Mirai."

The last word being Akira's actual name was whispered into the youth's ear by Tero who leaned close tauntingly with an amused smirk. Swiftly Tero removed his fist from the younger youth's ribs only to throw his jacket at him as he slumped down the wall painfully. When he saw Tero go to leave Akira snarled and tried to rise to his feet. Upon hearing the snarl Tero swiftly turned about and kicked Akira right back into the wall. And just like before Akira slid down the wall hugging his ribs with a soft whimper. That was certainly one thing he never thought he would do, whimper, much less loose a fight but when it came to Tero it was an instant loose. But what really angered Akira was the fact that Tero was just walking away like he wasn't even worth another glance. Growling Akira tried to stand but found he couldn't and only ended up haunching forward with painful gasps. Huffing he looked over at Teshi who had taken out all of the thugs and fell on to all fours in bouts of coughing. Finally managing to stifle his coughs Akira slowly sat back against the wall.

"Teshi.."

Akira called out with a breath.

"Are you..ahh..are you ok?"

He managed to ask through strained breaths. O gods his ribs ached so bad. He figured that some of them might even be broken thanks to the thugs and Tero but he would have to manage. It seemed that whatever Teshi had taken had wared off somewhat but he had seen him fall to the ground in pain. He wasn't very comfortable with people seeing him in pain because they would offer their damn sympathies to him which was the last thing he wanted from others. He hated when people had to ask him if he was alright. He had grown up teaching himself to be stronger then others around him, to never let people see weakness in him..but those days were over..
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