[Log] [Crash and Burn] [CLOSED]
The final moments before the wreck.
December 12th. 11:32 PM.
“Attention holiday shoppers, the mall will be closing in twenty minutes. You have twenty minutes to complete your purchases and exit the building. Thank you for shopping with us, and have a happy holiday!”
“Mmhm. Merry fucking Christmas to you, too.”
Despite those surly words, Neji had a pleased smile on his pretty face as he balanced numerous store bags on both of his arms, his hands occupied with holding a few gift boxes that had been wrapped already in bright, cheery paper as a courtesy to him. “Have a good evening!” he told the security guard who held open the door for him.
“You have a good evening too, ma’am. Merry Christmas.”
The 21-year-old twitched visibly, but continued walking despite his initial, automated reaction of yelling and smacking the man with a bag, including the obligatory scream of, “I’m not a girl!!”
It was the holiday season, so he’d forgive the man. Once he approached his pristine white Dodge Challenger, he set the boxes down on the top of the trunk, fumbling in the pocket of his tight, form-fitting jeans for his car keys. De-activating the alarm, he put the bags in the passenger seat, and picked up the boxes before popping the trunk, setting them inside and slamming it down. Sliding into the driver’s side, he stuck the key in the ignition and turned it, the car roaring to life. Tossing it into reverse, he pulled out of his parking space and flipped the shifter into drive, foot pressing down on the accelerator as he blazed out of the lot and onto the very rural-looking feeder road heading towards his storage unit he had rented for the month of December.
He drove for about five miles before approaching Devon Self-Storage, making a hard right into the parking lot and looking for the spot closest to the front door. Shifting into park and pulling up the e-brake, he turned off the engine with a twist of the key, withdrawing it and getting out of his car gracefully. Slamming the drivers’ side door, he opened the passenger and grabbed all his bags and went around to pop the trunk, grabbing the boxes in there. Balancing the gift boxes in one hand as a he teetered back and forth, he managed to get his car keys out of his pocket and press the alarm remote, arming the car and sticking the keyring back in his too-tight pants pocket once more.
Heading inside the front office, he frowned as he noted middle-aged, balding employee snoring loudly, drooling on the countertop. Neji kicked the counter, his hands unable to ring the small bell. “Wake the fuck up, old man. I need escorting to my storage unit so I can drop off some stuff!”
“Yeah yeah...” the storage guy wiped his face off, eyes fluttering open. He looked like he was about to say something particularly rude, but to Neji’s surprise, he gave him a look, and it was one he was intimately familiar with. Rolling his opalescent eyes, he gave him the number to his unit, and was quickly led to it, the man opening the teal blue garage door with the master key. “Alrighty then, darlin'...”
“Thank you,” the Hyuuga replied stiffly, walking past other gifts and a Harley-Davidson motorcycle to set down what he had bought tonight amongst the goodies. The second he bent over, he felt a hand squeeze his ass. Straightening up immediately, he gave the old guy a cold glare. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“You’re a real pretty lady. Nice and young... I get off at midnight if you’d like to go have a beer with me.”
Neji could only handle being emasculated so many times in one evening. He’d reached his quota. Giving the employee a sexy, coy look, he leaned into close proximity. “Give me both of your hands.”
The man did so promptly.
The second he had those rough worker’s hands in his, he placed them to his chest. “I’m a man, baby. This must mean you’re a homosexual, huh? Silly faggot...” he patted the man’s cheek none-too-gently, smirking darkly at the stupid pervert who dared touch him. If he was going to treat him like a bitch, then he’d get the same treatment in kind. “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll keep your secret safe, but only if you waive my rental fee. Do we have a deal, Nancy-boy?”
“Y-You... fine...!” the man sputtered, whilst pulling down the garage door to Neji’s rental unit and re-locking it, both walking back into the main office.
“Have a Merry Christmas!” Neji said cheerfully as he walked out the door, but not before taking note of the employee’s name so he could write a letter of complaint afterwards for the unwanted sexual harassment. He strode over to his car, this time unburdened by gift bags and boxes as he unlocked the Challenger and slid inside the comfy black leather driver’s seat once more. He noted the time on the clock as he drove out of the lot, quickly buckling his seat belt. “Lee still better be awake. It’s movie night, and I made him a pretty bundt cake with lemon glaze.”
He let out a noise of disapproval as the light in front of him turned red just after all the cars had passed the intersection but him. “Aww, man... that’s just cold…” the lithe dancer toyed with his dyed-red locks as he waited for the light to turn green. “Finally, god!” he pressed his foot down on the accelerator, the Challenger speeding up.
Neji froze as he saw headlights heading straight for him and his car from the other side of the three-way, two-lane road. He let out a noise of panic, and then the sickly crunch of metal against metal rang in his ears, making him just vaguely aware enough of the Challenger being forced off the road and then crushed against one of the many pine trees that littered the feeder road on the left side, and a burning, searing pain in his chest and head before he lost consciousness.
December 12th. 11:32 PM.
“Attention holiday shoppers, the mall will be closing in twenty minutes. You have twenty minutes to complete your purchases and exit the building. Thank you for shopping with us, and have a happy holiday!”
“Mmhm. Merry fucking Christmas to you, too.”
Despite those surly words, Neji had a pleased smile on his pretty face as he balanced numerous store bags on both of his arms, his hands occupied with holding a few gift boxes that had been wrapped already in bright, cheery paper as a courtesy to him. “Have a good evening!” he told the security guard who held open the door for him.
“You have a good evening too, ma’am. Merry Christmas.”
The 21-year-old twitched visibly, but continued walking despite his initial, automated reaction of yelling and smacking the man with a bag, including the obligatory scream of, “I’m not a girl!!”
It was the holiday season, so he’d forgive the man. Once he approached his pristine white Dodge Challenger, he set the boxes down on the top of the trunk, fumbling in the pocket of his tight, form-fitting jeans for his car keys. De-activating the alarm, he put the bags in the passenger seat, and picked up the boxes before popping the trunk, setting them inside and slamming it down. Sliding into the driver’s side, he stuck the key in the ignition and turned it, the car roaring to life. Tossing it into reverse, he pulled out of his parking space and flipped the shifter into drive, foot pressing down on the accelerator as he blazed out of the lot and onto the very rural-looking feeder road heading towards his storage unit he had rented for the month of December.
He drove for about five miles before approaching Devon Self-Storage, making a hard right into the parking lot and looking for the spot closest to the front door. Shifting into park and pulling up the e-brake, he turned off the engine with a twist of the key, withdrawing it and getting out of his car gracefully. Slamming the drivers’ side door, he opened the passenger and grabbed all his bags and went around to pop the trunk, grabbing the boxes in there. Balancing the gift boxes in one hand as a he teetered back and forth, he managed to get his car keys out of his pocket and press the alarm remote, arming the car and sticking the keyring back in his too-tight pants pocket once more.
Heading inside the front office, he frowned as he noted middle-aged, balding employee snoring loudly, drooling on the countertop. Neji kicked the counter, his hands unable to ring the small bell. “Wake the fuck up, old man. I need escorting to my storage unit so I can drop off some stuff!”
“Yeah yeah...” the storage guy wiped his face off, eyes fluttering open. He looked like he was about to say something particularly rude, but to Neji’s surprise, he gave him a look, and it was one he was intimately familiar with. Rolling his opalescent eyes, he gave him the number to his unit, and was quickly led to it, the man opening the teal blue garage door with the master key. “Alrighty then, darlin'...”
“Thank you,” the Hyuuga replied stiffly, walking past other gifts and a Harley-Davidson motorcycle to set down what he had bought tonight amongst the goodies. The second he bent over, he felt a hand squeeze his ass. Straightening up immediately, he gave the old guy a cold glare. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“You’re a real pretty lady. Nice and young... I get off at midnight if you’d like to go have a beer with me.”
Neji could only handle being emasculated so many times in one evening. He’d reached his quota. Giving the employee a sexy, coy look, he leaned into close proximity. “Give me both of your hands.”
The man did so promptly.
The second he had those rough worker’s hands in his, he placed them to his chest. “I’m a man, baby. This must mean you’re a homosexual, huh? Silly faggot...” he patted the man’s cheek none-too-gently, smirking darkly at the stupid pervert who dared touch him. If he was going to treat him like a bitch, then he’d get the same treatment in kind. “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll keep your secret safe, but only if you waive my rental fee. Do we have a deal, Nancy-boy?”
“Y-You... fine...!” the man sputtered, whilst pulling down the garage door to Neji’s rental unit and re-locking it, both walking back into the main office.
“Have a Merry Christmas!” Neji said cheerfully as he walked out the door, but not before taking note of the employee’s name so he could write a letter of complaint afterwards for the unwanted sexual harassment. He strode over to his car, this time unburdened by gift bags and boxes as he unlocked the Challenger and slid inside the comfy black leather driver’s seat once more. He noted the time on the clock as he drove out of the lot, quickly buckling his seat belt. “Lee still better be awake. It’s movie night, and I made him a pretty bundt cake with lemon glaze.”
He let out a noise of disapproval as the light in front of him turned red just after all the cars had passed the intersection but him. “Aww, man... that’s just cold…” the lithe dancer toyed with his dyed-red locks as he waited for the light to turn green. “Finally, god!” he pressed his foot down on the accelerator, the Challenger speeding up.
Neji froze as he saw headlights heading straight for him and his car from the other side of the three-way, two-lane road. He let out a noise of panic, and then the sickly crunch of metal against metal rang in his ears, making him just vaguely aware enough of the Challenger being forced off the road and then crushed against one of the many pine trees that littered the feeder road on the left side, and a burning, searing pain in his chest and head before he lost consciousness.