Licking his lips with a blood thirsty smile, his reputation as disheveled as his clothes in Hayato's eyes.
Grabbing hold of his wrist he pulled himself up, with every intention of breaking his arm. Amusement briefly crossed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of a dog barking in the face of the jaws of a wild beast.
His hands fluidly removed itself from his grip, Alex throwing a heavy punch in the gut whilst he was distracted.
"Ugh", groaning he staggered. Alex peeling off his tie with one hand, grabbed on to the collar of his shirt throwing an upper cut to his face. His expression calm and unfeeling, as if what was happening didn't concern him.
Black hair covered his face, hiding his deep-set piercing eyes. His aura changing as his body relaxed lazily grabbing his arm, as if nudging a friend.
Flashing his white teeth with a broad smile, a flame hidden in his cold grey eyes suddenly ignited.
With light pressure, Alex gritted his teeth, unable to comprehend the bone crushing pain as he let go of him.
"Bastard what the hell are you?" He seethed, his face paling.
Giving him the cold shoulder he patted his arm suddenly saying for the people behind him, "Next time you try and put my sister in the choke hold, I'll see to it that you won't even have a neck to hold your head." His voice calm and slightly scolding like a parent telling off their child.
Gripping his arm as he gave a masculine hug, whispering so only he could hear. "Your just an ignorant dog, mistaking dog food for shit. You think you'll find the truth behind Habara club?" Watching him stiffen with narrow eyes, giving a polite smile he backed off reluctantly. Tossing his messy hair out of his face.
Disregarding the embarrassed Auclair couple he answered a phone call, pulling out his packet of cigarettes from his inner pocket. As if what had happened had nothing to do with him.
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"Edward." Yuto Nakamura said with clenched teeth, "Your son strangled my daughter?... Let's meet at the hotel and bring your son."
Nodding his head at them, he turned towards a black Bentley that had stopped in front of him.
The driver alighted to open the passenger seat for the father and son. Who was still on the phone and talking quietly with a serious expression on his face.
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Holding her chest Caroline swaggered in front of her son in disbelief, ignoring his blank expression as if lost in thought.
Slapping his face lightly, he regained his focus,looking at her with frustration and perplexity.
"You strangled Yuki-Why? Don't you think she's gone through enough?!" She said whilst tugging on his blazer roughly, her body shaking in fear.
"Who is she and what's her relationship to you?" He asked solemnly, pulling out a black silk handkerchief to wipe the blood from his hands and face.
Swallowing deeply, she turned her face awkwardly, "A friend's daughter... and Victors godmother." She said quietly with a sigh.
'A friend... her mother?'
"What did you mean by she's gone through enough?" His blue eyes narrowing with curiosity.
"If she doesn't tell you then don't ask. You don't need to know." Stubbornly refusing to answer.
"I'm asking you because I don't know?!" Looking at his mother irritated. "Aren't you the ones who want me to marry this girl?"
Edward upon hearing his sons disrespectful tone to his own mother, raised his hand and slapped him fiercely.
Directing his people to guide his wife to the car as she looked on nervously, he waited until she left before saying. "After all the hints- you still don't understand?"
Looking at the old man he frowned.
"She said shes not her." He enunciated clearly.
"Do you think people won't betray you, because they say they won't? I never knew you were this naive." He sneered.
Opening his mouth to speak, he raised his hand to stop him. "A lot of things can happen in a couple of seconds nevermind nine years. You say you don't know?... What's the point of knowing the truth when you don't understand."
'I didn't know the old man could speak so well.' He scoffed
"To you it may seem to have been arranged on impulse- but this alliance is advantageous to us too." He explained, his lips pursued in thought.
Alex thought back to the conversation with Adam, replying indifferently. "Who was the guy that saved Vic?"
Chuckling softly, "Only Yuto knows his identity, his name is Z. Nico knows his face and if he's here, he'll be at the hotel."
"Make sure you apologise."
Ruffling his blonde hair he responded with a grunt.
-Yuki- -Dream-
Muffled voices. Shouting. Crying. Laughter. Silence.
The walls were clear and bright despite there being no windows or a light, a freshly made bed in the centre. The floor was scattered with dirty clothes and torn paper, laying on the floor was a young girl crumpling a piece of paper in her hand.
'Why is it too bright? They'll find me if it's bright... quick switch off the light-switch it off!'
The glassy walls turned opaque as the light suddenly cut, submerging the room in darkness.
'Where won't they find me?, I'm small so somewhere they can't get me..'
"Under the bed quickly! Mother loves you, mother cares for you but mothers sorry." Unable to see the persons face as rough hands forced her under the bed, ramming her in like extra clothes in an overpacked suitcase.
'It's too small, I can't breathe. It's too hot, it's burning! But mothers tears are cold.' The girl thought distracted by the tears on her face.
"Why is mother sorry?"
'Who's playing the drums? It's too loud,I'm here too! The beds creaking too fast,It's pounding on the wall. Faster, the screams are louder- faster!'
'It's dripping everywhere, you can't see the white anymore. They'll find me if it's white.'
"Someone's laughing, but what's funny? What did you say-it louder! Its dripping on my face too?... It's red."
The girl stopped and covered her eyes, her back aching under the bed. She felt her lips curve and the wetness of her tears against her hands. Red dripping from the inside of the bed, like rain soaking her old clothes and hair.
"It's..-"
Before she could say another word, an aggressive voice cold with a slight accent permeated the silence.
As if in response the girl watching the drips of red fall to a steady flow,laughed wildly as if hearing the funniest joke in her life.
"You're just a bastard! Why would you think I want you, if your mother didn't even want you?"
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Under the ground floor of the Yoshino hotel in NYC was one of the Nakamuras alternative spaces, utilised for their special operations.
In the lounge area, outside of Yuto Nakamuras office the secretary a young woman dressed smartly slightly blushed. Looking over her computer and paperwork at the "man" who had suddenly stirred, appearing irritated at himself for having fallen asleep. Wiping away the sweat, as he lowered his face and covered his eyes with gloved hands.
Sprawled against one of the leather sofas, he rested his feet against the black glass table. Shifting his feet to the floor with a slight clunk, resting a leg over the other.
Dressed stylishly in an all black suit,a black turtle neck under his oversized silk shirt and blazer.
Despite wearing a mask that covered almost half of his face, behind the thick black curtain bangs a flash of silver could be seen. Having secretly seen the face of the man before, her heart couldn't help but beat rapidly. Unabashedly imagining herself next to this equally handsome and beautiful man.
With complete disregard for social etiquette he stood and stretched his broad shoulders, his arms out in front of him. He was like a lazy devil with an alluring charm. Sticking out like a sore thumb, as he moved unintentionally erotically twisting his hips. His high-profile appearance garnering the attention of passerby's. Like a black rose surrounded by thorns, he was equally beautiful as he was dangerous. Especially with his current cold and bloodthirsty aura, after having awoken from his dreams.
Under the dim light his body blended into the black leather sofas, his long and unruly hair tied back with a simple silver chord had a sheen to it, glistening down the mans back like silk.
Removing a side of his black mask his silver piercings sparkled as he lit up a cigarette, the small flame reflecting against the mans restless grey eyes. Placing the lighter away as he held the lit cigarette in his hand, he itched his forehead combing his hands through his over grown bangs.
Resting his head back against the sofa as he took a drag, the heavy stomping of men approached the lounge. The secretary absentminded, looking at the cigarette between the mans pouty lips and gulped as a large shadow suddenly appeared before her.
Alex who had arrived much earlier than expected was followed in by Nico, his fathers subordinate in the hopes of trying to poach this Z person.
Annoyed by the secretary's lack of professionalism, having not met her gaze since entering the room. He followed the persons gaze taking a glance at the persons narrow back as he smoked, taking the crystal ashtray from the table.
'Is he a samurai? Why is this guys hair so long?'
Knocking on to the black wooden desk, the secretary flinched slightly flustered by the equally handsome blonde god before her.
"I'm sorry, how can I help you?" Straightening herself up immediately.
Mocking the woman mentally, he said arrogantly. "I'm Alexandre Auclair. I have a meeting with Mr. Nakamura."
"I see. Well because you don't have a time specified and because Mr. Nakamura is currently out of office, I recommend you wait for him in the lounge area."
"Okay."
Seated on the sofa close by, he watched as the man nonchalantly smoked carelessly the slight curve of his tilted mask hid his face from view.
Nico who had seen the woman bring out a tray of black coffee, helped her set it down in front of them. Snubbing the butt in the ashtray, she shyly approached him to ask if he needed anything.
With a raised eyebrow he gave a generous smile, with a deep and velvety voice. "A glass of water, if you don't mind."
Nico who had just heard the man, frowned at how he was unable to sense the guys presence. Looking up as he drank a gulp of coffee, he almost bit his tongue. Alex who hadn't noticed was sat comfortably, tapping away at his phone.
Disregarding the other man finding him weak and not worth his effort.
Hurrying to place his cup down, coughing slightly, he was about to discretely inform his boss. But was caught by the large clattering sound he'd made.
Flinching slightly as he met his gaze,he was faced with a broad smile feeling an ominous aura as his eyes bled a little red.
Chuckling softly, placing the mask back on his face attracting Alex's attention.
"Ah It's you!" His voice muffled by his mask, "How's your back? If you'd provoked me further I probably would've broken it. It's not my fault your as soft as a woman's breasts."