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The warmth pressed against your cheek is the first thing you’re aware of when the last visages of your hazy grey and blue dream leaves you. The comfort is so welcoming you move closer into the pillow… or what you thought was a pillow. You didn’t realize it was moving until it stopped and panic tries to grip your mind but a fine mist seems to linger from your dreams, hindering you from thinking of what to do. Your eyes feel crusty as you blink them open and you know you definitely didn’t snuggle a pillow safe in your bed when you see the world upright. An arm seems to be holding you up and the arm must belong to a face so you let your gaze travel up the limb slowly, any faster and the pounding in your head might increase. Locking onto a pair of wide blue eyes you squint in thought. Almost azure you think, no definitely azure and familiar…? Papers. Train and apologies. What the hell- he’s so close. Whynodon’tleancloserwHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF!
As you sit straighter and look forward, your cheeks flushed. Dammit. That’s one way to show you’re weak you- is he muttering? You turn back to face him, I have to be less than a hand's width away from his face. Seriously? Shut up., and listen to him whisper under his breath about embarrassing himself, which you smile to, and a kotori? You know your confusion shows when he stops talking to himself and pauses before giving you a puzzled look. You question “Kotori?” in hopes that you won’t have to say anything further. He intakes a sharp breath before you hear a soft “Yes, Kotori. That’s what I… shit.” So he was referring to you. He doesn’t know your name. The rational part of your brain knows that you never told him but another part is filling your brain with anger and indignation with a bit of embarrassment. Only your brothers have ever called you Kotori and that was years ago, when Alaude used to carry you around.
His stutter reappears with a blush that is intense even for him as he replies, Ah yes, t-that’s umm w-what I...”. With some disappointment in not being called your actual name you interrupt him, “Who the hell said you could call me Kotori?”. Wait, disappointment? No, why would you be disappointed. It’s not like you li- SHUSH. NOPE. As you try to calm your overreacting brain you look to him once more, realizing that he had not responded. His face shows a combination of shock and confusion, the result cuter than you could have expected Your head is pretty clear at this point and you glance around as you wait for his stutters to subside. The vehicle you are in is lit up by interior lights, the windows all dark leading you to assume that they are one-way. It looks of foreign make, the plush seats and spaciousness uncommon for a car from your country. Hearing silence you turn back to face the blonde only to find him staring back at you. His face flushes red and he quickly looks everywhere but you.
Folding your left leg under your right so it’s parallel to his thigh you ponder the situation. You need to think of questions to ask since it doesn’t seem like he’ll be talking on his own. He may stutter but he’ll probably answer if you ask. Besides the driver, the two of you are alone in the car, But where are your brothers? The last time you didn’t know where either of your siblings were was 9 years ago when you wandered off while both your siblings were fighting off three gangs that decided to team up. A slow panic started to set in as you grasp the situation.
“Oi.” He’s still not looking at you. “Oi!”, you grip his arm and finally give you his attention.
“Where are my brothers?” You try not to let any of the worry sound but from the way his facial features soften you can tell he noticed it anyways.
“They’re in the car ahead of us.”, he says, no stutter in his words for once. Most likely the dark haired man you had seen him talking with in the subway as well as the man with looking at Kyouya were accomplices in whatever was happening. Pain rakes through your chest as you become aware of the possibility that he may mean you and your family harm. You know that you cannot hide the hurt you’re feeling but you face him again and ask “What do you want from us?”.
He inhales sharply when he looks at you and rushes out a “We just-”, before the car door in front of you opens up, the person holding the door interrupting him with a “We’ve arrived sir.” Heaving a sigh he says “I’ll answer your questions inside.” and motions for you to leave. Giving him a glare, you unfold your legs and exit the vehicle before you see anymore of the guilty face he has sported. It is...unpleasant to look at. Stepping out onto the pale gravel a slight breeze picks up and the temperature difference between your right and left sides make you realize that you were sitting in his lap. The entire car ride. You walk quickly in between the lines of what you assume to be guards towards a house... or mansion? Your embarrassment forgotten you take in the European style abode, your gait slow enough for the blond to catch up to you. Looking to your right, you raise an eyebrow in question. He smiles brightly and says “Welcome to my home.” You turn away from that smile that makes your heart beat faster and continue walking, telling yourself that you don’t want to keep looking at it.
///////////////////////Alaude
As consciousness begins to grip you, you feel a muted bump from beneath you. I’m in a car. Pushing your chest out as you breathe you feel a seat belt holding your chest and lap and notice you are not restrained in any other way. Either these people are really idiotic or they mean me no harm. Noting that you cannot assess anymore of your situation with your eyes close you open them. You were right in assuming you were in a car but you are surprised to see that you are in the passenger seat of a European car. Turning to your left you see the man from this morning driving. He’s wearing the same suit but the sleeves are folded up and the jacket was unbuttoned. Noticing your movement he gives you a quick glance before saying, “Morning sunshine.”, the smile leaking into his words. Forgoing a vocal response, you roll your eyes and give an audible huff and turn to look behind you. Your brother has his head in the lap of who you assume to be the man’s brother, who is stroking Kyouya’s hair with a soft expression. Just like you and your siblings, their hair color is different but the facial features are the same. Seeing no one else but the two in the back, panic grips you and you turn to the man once more.
“Where is Kouten?”, you bite out, the anger in your voice obvious. He looks your way a bit longer than before, the expression on his face understanding more than anything else.
“She’s two cars behind us with Basil. My other brother.” he noted before you could question it. You lets out a low hum of acceptance before facing glancing behind you once more. You see the blond boy still petting your brother’s hair with a loving look on his face. He doesn’t acknowledge you when your stare turns piercing. Slowly facing the other man you state “Hurt my family and I’ll make you watch as I break your’s and leave you with the remains.”, barely above a whisper. You know they both heard you, you see the boy in the back stare at you with wide sienna eyes through the mirror. The raven haired man swallows and and gives you a slow nod, refusing to meet your gaze. The sun is almost set and there is a large manor in the distance. Both sides of the road are enclosed by trees and you see no other cars on the road. Private and expensive. Rich assholes.
This morning you lost sight of your little sister, you admit with bitterness, during the rush to get onto the train. Kyouya was close to you but you never really had to worry too much about him, his distaste for people combined with his temper made him fairly self sufficient. You just had to ensure that his temper did not get too out of hand. Your other sibling however, you watched like a hawk. She was slower to anger than you and Kyouya and refused to carry pepper spray, you had insisted many times but were rebutted. You had seen her pulled on the train car by a boy with dark blond hair right as the doors were closing. Seeing their physical contact, you could feel your temper flare and began to move towards them before someone had gripped your upper arm. Jerking around, you were about to unleash a myriad of death threats but stopped when you saw a friendly smile.
“Don’t worry, he’s a good kid.”, he said in a low, comforting voice. You took a breath as you glared at him. Turning back around, you had looked at your little sister and saw that the boy was bowing saying something that actually made your sister smile. If she’s smiling then she’s safe. You turned back to the man and gave him a small nod. He responded with a smile and you had to school your expression back into a blank slate. With a quick glance up and down you saw that he was dressed nicely, a fitted suit not hiding his fit body in the least. Making eye contact you gave him a slight smirk.You could practically feel his gaze roam your body and almost commented when you heard the tell-tale “I’ll bite you to death, herbivore.” from your brother.
Ripping your gaze from the sable haired man you watched as your brother attempted to swing at another boy. Cocking your head to the side you noted that the other boy kept up with your brother’s movements and even stopped him from hitting other people. The blond boy tried to talk to Kyouya but it was futile; Kyouya didn’t often listen to reason.
“Kyouya.” you called out. He whipped his head towards you, pausing for a second. This had given the other boy enough time to grip both his wrists, effectively stopping his rampage. Your sibling gave you a look of rage and betrayal, which you chuckled at, and tried to escape. The boy did not have an air of violence or anger about him so you let them be. Turning back to the sable haired man, you looked into dark eyes. The inside of his irises had an almost tarnished gold quality to it but unless you moved closer you could not be sure. He gave you a satisfied smirk.
“See anything you like?”
You let your eyes drag up and down his body before stepping closer. You hummed lowly before saying, “Possibly.” and giving him a smirk. You see a hunger take his eyes as a wave pushes the crowd of passengers back. The man wraps his arm around your lower back, pulling you closer when the other passengers moved towards you. His body heat was the first thing you noticed, like a blazing fire to your cold and you relished in it. You had placed your right hand under his left on the pole as you looked up at him. He was at least 10 centimeters taller than you but you didn’t mind; that just meant that he had to crane his neck to look at you when you moved closer. Locking your gaze to his, you slid your left hand on his hip and let your thumb rub over his hip bone. The man let out a growl but you just lowered your eyes to his mouth and licked your lips. Flicking your eyes back up you saw him still looking at your mouth and felt him pull you closer. As you felt the train slow down, his body moved forward. You swiftly moved your right hand off the pole and gripped both side of his hips. You pulled yourself forward and when his neck was close enough you had bitten into his skin, just enough for it to pink, and licked a stripe up. After hearing a groan, you slid your hands back, squeezed his butt cheeks and you pressed your growing erection against his. Just as he was about to respond you pulled your hands back, making sure to trail your fingertips all the way, and made a show of putting one of your business cards into his shirt pocket. Leering at him you mouthed “Call me” before turning around and seeking out your siblings.
You had hoped that he would contact you before the day was through but well, now that you were in his car he obviously hadn't needed to. Peering into the side mirror you see a line of black cars, just like the one you were in, following. Knowing your sister was in one of them made your heart pound a little less, but not being able to see her still irked you.
“Are you planning to explain any of this?”, you say, breaking the previous silence. He opens his mouth to respond but a swift movement from the back stops him. Your brother has woken up. The man heaves a small sigh and says, “We’ll talk about it when all of you are present.” You give a small hum of acknowledgement while you turn to look at your brother. He has a small tuft of hair sticking up and you notice the blond trying not to laugh. As Kyouya’s eyes clear you clear your throat. His head turns toward you and you give him a flat stare, Play nice. He lets out a ‘tch’ as he crosses his arms and looks out the window. You face forward but look into the rear view mirror. The boy looks longingly at Kyouya, who is still looking out the window. He glances up and makes eye contact with you through the glass, Make him stop. You let out a small chuckle and look out the window yourself. The manor is close now, the entrance wide and elegant. Flora flows over and down it’s walls but it is not overridden by the vegetation in the least. The entire place looks very well kept and you doubt that the inside would be any different.
You hear clothes rustle and you look once again in the rear view mirror only to see the boy leaning back, both hands in the air, while Kyouya bared his teeth and growled. Turning your head just enough to make eye contact with the boy, you make sure his eyes are looking into yours before you give him the coldest glare you can manage. His sienna eyes go wide as his body freezes, unable to look away. You hold your gaze there for a few seconds before turning back. Any physical contact with your brother was unacceptable. His breaths are audible as his older brother turns into a large cobblestone driveway. After parking the car he turns to you. “Welcome to my humble abode.”