Rising Moon (MxM) Book 1

Chapter 4. Payback, Slut

He had been seeing that face since they were kids.

Over the years it evolved. The harsher life became, the more brightness Kisha lost in his expressions. Now he neither laughed, cried, nor smiled. The only emotions that would show rarely were small eyebrow movements, some lip movements, and a few eye shifts.

A sign of a truly emotionally disengaged being. Cute was a word Saikai could have described him as a child for Kisha was very innocent.

He depended on everyone. His hair was always long, jet black and he was mocked for his kindness. He looked like a girl and people would mistake him for such. That was until that day came. Everything in Kisha's life changed and Saikai knew he too wished he had died.

Drawing his bottom lip up into his mouth and sucking his teeth, Saikai would shrug those not-so-broad shoulders. He looked ahead of himself, in fact, towards the bathroom where he saw a curious figure making its way inside. The halls were now clearing and they were nearing their next class.

This would be the time Kisha and Saikai were going to split, but the class was filled with members of their gang so they were both comfortable in leaving each other's presence.

"Hey, Kisha, I'll see you after the next period. I suddenly have to pee."

Saikai wasted no time in speeding up his stride, not even sure Kisha heard him as he was still talking as he walked away. Pushing past some students in his way, he was certain that the hairstyle was familiar.

Reaching out and grabbing hold of the cold doorknob, he slightly pulled the door open before he slid his frame through and allowed the door to shut behind him.

Inside he scanned around, leaning over to see if any of the stall doors were closed. Seems the only people in here were him and the person he was looking for. Walking up or rather creeping up, Saikai wanted the element of surprise in his favor. He found the middle stall was shut closed; placing his hand on the door; with a push, he was alerted it had been locked.

Smirking, Saikai stepped backward, placing his hands beneath his chest and leaning against the wall adjacent to the stall. He couldn't see inside the cracks but he could hear the small streams of someone emptying their bladder.

Soon after a toilet flush, the sound of fixing clothing and the stall door was pulled open. The young man jumped when he looked up, noticing exactly who was standing before him,

"My god, Mr. Saikai, you wear a red uniform and have red hair, but you're seriously a ninja."

Saikai would smirk again, looking the small-figured male up and down. This wasn't a time to joke.

"I've been looking allllll~ over for you." Saikai's eyes rolled heavily as he chimed. He was in a better mood now.

"After the ceremony, I returned to find that the weasel had slipped from my grasp."

"Don't be like that Mr. Saikai. Time is neither friend nor foe. I am a very busy man." The smaller male tried to sound pleading.

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Reaching out, Saikai aggressively grabbed the back of the male's head, dipping it to one side as he narrowed his eyes in dislike.

"You think robbing me is busy?" Now sounding a bit irritated, because the money he spent on this prostitute was enough to clear the schedule.

"Not very savvy on customer service, bitch."

Saikai would begin to pull the male's head downward, gripping at the brown locks even harder. It was clear what he had wanted and the male didn't even put up a fight. He followed Saikai's actions, climbing down to his knees.