My Tyrant Lover - Chapter 5
The television blasted loudly in the living room as Kazuya stared into space. For the entire week he have been in some kind of daze, not noticing anything that is happening around him. Little did he notice his younger brother staring at him for some time.
“Ah… ouch…” Kazuya winced as he cut himself accidentally.
“Nii-chan… that’s the second time you cut yourself while chopping the same onion. Are you alright?” Yuya asked with concern.
“…I’m fine.” Mumbled Kazuya as he washed his wound under the tap.
“Here,” Yuya said as he passed his brother a bandage. “ What happened the last few days when you went missing?”
“Nothing. I just felt like … traveling around.” Said Kazuya as he forced out a soft laugh. “ It’s fun to get away once in a while.”
“You’re lying.” Yuya said curtly, “ You know I can tell when you are lying. Just like the time you told Father that you are going to a party when you actually went to work on a public holiday.”
Kazuya said nothing as he continued chopping the onion into small little pieces. He did not want to let his brother know that he was brought to New York by the Yakuza. Let alone let his brother know the fact that he was raped by the Yakuza’s chief.
“You fell in love? Right? ” Yuya guessed and knew he was right when Kazuya stopped cutting for a moment.
“No. And no more questions.” Kazuya sternly warned his brother, not once taking his eyes off the task at hand, going over to the stove to prepare dinner.
“Well… I think you should go after it. The relationship that is. I don’t want to see my brother walk around like a zombie all the time.” Yuya advised his older brother, “ True love is hard to come by, my dear brother.” He said casually before he left for his room.
“That kid…” Kazuya laughed softly as he stirred the soup absentmindedly.
“I have never loved anyone and I never will.”
Those words still stung as badly as they did when Nishikido said them just a few days ago. Kazuya held back his tears as he stared blankly at the dinner he was preparing.
“I have never loved him too…” he whispered to himself and he knew very well that he was lying.
Meanwhile, back in New York, Nishikido Ryo lied alone in his lavish bedroom. He tried to shut out his thoughts but they always wandered back to Kazuya. He did not understand why another young man could have such an effect on him, making him crave for the other’s touch. His thoughts wandered back to the few days when Kazuya was with him as he closed his eyes.
“Sir, it seems that the Coasta mafia has something to discuss with you. They demand to only speak to you.” Yamashita’s voice interrupted his thoughts as he brought the phone to his boss.
Lazily, Nishikido picked up the phone.
“Hey Dragon… how are you doing?” came a rough deep voice from the other end. Nishikido flinched slightly as he recognizes the voice as the chief of the notorious Italian Coasta mafia, Mosca .
“What do you want?” Nishikido said in his usual cold tone.
“I would need your help… to bring more people to my territory in south Las Vegas.” The coarse voice said.
“I am very sorry but there is no way I am going to do that.” Nishikido rejected him without a second thought.
“Why Signor Nishikido… it is good business…” Mosca tried to change Nishikido’s mind, “ I will raise your commission by 10 percent, how is that?”
“ No means no, Mosca, the other time you got my men stuck in a messy gunfight. We, the yakuza, will not involve ourselves with such unorganized operation like yours.”
“Ah, I see, so there is no room for negotiation, Signor Nishikido?” Mosca tried again.
“No. Thank you very much for your offer.” And with that Nishikido hanged up. Little did he know that Mosca was someone who would not take no for an answer.
“Yuya! I am going off to work! Take care of the house.” Kazuya yelled to his brother as he slung his backpack over himself.
“Sure, take care.” Came the reply from his brother’s room.
Kazuya slipped on his shoes quickly and pushed his bicycle out of the house. It has been a few days since he came back and things are beginning to look a lot more positive for him.
“Maybe he is not as important as I thought.” Kazuya thought to himself. Humming a light tune he started cycling off to the convenience stall.
“Excuse me,” came a voice in a strange accent that Kazuya have not heard before, “ Can you help me find this place please?” a tall dark foreigner asked him in broken Japanese.
“Ok, I will try.” said Kazuya as he leaned his bicycle against the wall
Taking the map from the stranger, Kazuya pored over the map and tried to locate the location of the building the stranger was looking for. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain on his neck and he blacked out.
“Sir, an envelope arrived for you today.” Yamashita said as he placed the envelope on his boss’ desk.
Nishikido eyed the envelope with suspicion as he ripped it open. A single photograph and a crumpled piece of paper fell out of it. The paper had a message messily scribbled in English.
Nishikido starred at the photograph of a very familiar face. There was no doubt that that was Kazuya, bounded to a chair, unconscious and wearing nothing but his boxers.
“Miss your little love toy?” the piece of paper read.
“Yamashita, asked our men to be ready. We’re leaving for Mosca’s place in 5 minutes.” Nishikido ordered as he crumpled the piece of paper in anger.
“How the heck did he know?” Nishikido thought to himself as he grab his coat an rushed out to his vehicle.
“Hang on, Kazuya. I’m coming to save you.”
TO BE CONTINUED...
Author’s note: SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING FOR AGES! *bows to everyone* I bet half the people already removed me from their f-list because they probably thought I died. I do hope I maintained my touch in writing though.. I hope this didn't sucked. This is mainly a 'story development' chapter. *laughs*
Was sooo busy during my semester I didn’t have the time to update at all! I am however in the midst of some serious writing. And perhaps attempting to finish this fic. Hope you have enjoyed the chapter! And thanks to readers who have stayed with me!