Kenchki was extremely angry by the time the elevator opened onto the second floor of the grocery shop. He disliked people who tried to keep things from him, especially when they knew the answer and had no reason for keeping it from him.   As he stepped out of the elevator, he saw a desk, where a woman was sitting typing away at a computer. Kenchiki approached the desk and yet she didn't notice him; he was beyond infuriated by the employees of this place; he made a note of this and swore to wipe such an unprofessional place off the face of the Earth.   He was about to get the attention of the women, when he heard a commotion, loud arguing and crying, looking for the source of the noise, Kenchiki noticed the door behind the woman's desk, concluding that she was the secretary of the manager, he passed by her, and walked behind her desk, he pushed the door of the office opened and entered, at long last, the woman noticed his presence, Kenchiki l

Yoshiki looked at Caspian who was staring at him, but to be precise his upper lip, feeling self-conscious as he licked his lip, sweetness burst onto his test buds from the icing that was apparently on his upper lip. While he was licking the icing from his lips, Kenchiki made his way to where he was. Kenchiki looked at his brother, who was licking the icing from his lips rather seriously, and his friend's gaze, who was locked onto his brother's lips. His eyes instantly darkened, a chill started drifting through the air. Caspian stared at the man sitting on the sofa, his eyes locked on to his lips, Aria also had the same habit of eating sweets, she was always licking something off her upper lip, his heart ached at her absence, she was the only family member that he had left, if anything happened to her, he would destroy the bastard responsible in every single way possible. He was snapped out of his thoughts when he felt the chill in the air, and the icy glare directed at him, he rota

Persuading Kenchiki wasn't that difficult, since he had a weapon of mass destruction. His thoughts drifted back to how he convinced him or more like manipulated him into agreeing, but in the end, it's for his safety, so it should be alright, isn't it?   *********   Kenchiki still couldn't believe what his brother asked him to do, sure if he asked him to kill someone for him, he would do it without batting an eye, but beating up a man so that his brother can play hero for him is not something he is interested in making a reality.   He knows how it would end. His brother would be compassionate to this man. Then the man would suddenly realize how handsome his brother is when he is changing his gauze and just like that he will start having unfounded feelings for his brother and seduce him, but that wouldn't work, so he will pretend he nearly died and con his brother into having sex with him, not in this lifetime, h

Alister couldn't help but hate this world. He couldn't stop sneezing and as a result, he was kicked out of the station for disrupting the peace, and thus he spent the entire night drinking his annoyance away. As he was finally making his way towards his house, at four in the morning, he was met with a problem. A big one. He was being surrounded by men in black and crowded, or you could say herded, into a dark and dingy alleyway, the kind that those dead bodies were usually found in as the protagonist of the movie is running for their life.   Each one of the thugs-looking guys was holding a gun. He could tell that they were mafia, they were the only ones with the guts to hold a gun to someone so early in the morning without the worry of being discovered and have the cops called on, but he couldn't recall having provoked anyone of power recently; because he made sure to remember all the powerful mafia groups and to be respectful to them so as to avoid this kind of

Following the instructions of his dear brother, Kenchiki had happily beat the crap out of the man and now stood by to watch as his brother played hero for him. He expected that although his brother had to postpone moving into the manor with him, he would at least come to visit or even call, to at least tell him he did a good job. But it has been many days and yet no call, text, or visit. He felt absolutely miserable. He felt like a used toy that was thrown aside as soon as interest in it was lost.     He glared at his phone, telling it to ring with his eyes, and he sat there as the hours passed by. He sighed in defeat after three hours and the phone didn't so much as light up. He angrily threw it against the wall. Kenchiki pulled open his desk drawer and dug through two of them before he found what he was looking for. Ripped the packet open, removed a cigarette, and took the lighter from his jacket pocket. He quit a couple of years ago and hasn't smoke