Post by Reno on Aug 18, 2010 20:58:21 GMT -5
Everyone knew one truth in this town: Night life was never the same as day life. Each person stepped into the sun and swaggered into the moon. Few feared the day, most feared the night. During the day there were cars in traffic jams, crowded businesses, children learning. At night there were speeding cars unhindered, darkened buildings, teenagers sneaking out. There was no soul in this world who could say there life was not in some way diffused from the norm once the stars came out.
And then the sun would come up and life was back to normal.
A night of professionalism. One that always happened. The curtains were cracked open, allowing for the moon to sneak in. It snuck along the floor, illuminated the two on the bed, creaking loud as their bodies moved. But not to get comfortable, oh no, they were plenty comfortable already. “Ooh…ooh!! Yes, right there!!” The lean body arched, cries falling continuously as his body was jerked, his hips held tight. “Fuck! Ooooh fuck yes!” Laying along the bed, another man, his groans filling the air, mixing with the smaller’s yells for a beautiful tone of music all their own. There was a shout of warning, their movements increasing their tempo, an erratic display of movement, and then it was over, a sweaty body laying over the other and panting hard, blue, blue eyes falling shut.
When they opened next, it came with a small groan, spiky brunette hair still plastered against his forehead but the light of day sneaking in through the window. He knew the stiff feeling on his stomach was dry semen and he mumbled, turning onto his back and shut his eyes.
At the sound of movement in the connected bathroom of the hotel though, his eyes snapped open and he sat up, sheets pooling around his waist. “Hello…?” There was a pause, and then a man emerged. He had recently showered, it was obvious from the way the silver hair had darkened by so many shades and he wore only pair of loose pants. In his hand was two cups, steaming.
He kept himself from staring but accepted the cup with a bit of numb surprise. Ah, one of these types? He didn’t look it. “Thank you…” He mumbled, bringing the cup close and blew across the top of it, looking down at it. It wasn’t coffee. Tea. Hmm… that was unexpected as well. Most college kids survived on coffee. Not everyone was as naturally… ‘bouncy’ as him in the mornings.
He rose his eyes, meeting the deep aquamarine that had enraptured him the night before and smiled. “My name is Sora, by the way.”
That was how it happened. He had never seen this man on campus before – he must have had different hours, but obviously the same class. They were on a trip, took a Charter bus from Uni five hours downhill to go to the Hotel de Beau on the western side of the state. It was a high class dinner party, where they went to meet some aged war veterans who spoke all about the Twilight War. He remembered they had been sitting down for dinner and his eyes, for no reason at all searched the crowd… and they met that chillingly beautiful aqua-blue. Desire met and mixed like a tangible thing in the air between them.
And that was that. He didn’t know his name, he didn’t know his history. He knew nothing of him at all. But soon enough he found himself hiding back as the crowd thinned and went to bed. He found himself getting an elevator going up only to perchance have to hold it for the well-built, stunning silverette. He found himself stumbling backwards into a dark room in a heated battle of tongues, as clothes were removed and tossed to the floor. He found himself digging out the last condom from his wallet – because, of course, he had to be safe.
It wasn’t love. They fucked; he knew that. He always knew that. And sometimes, he would walk out of this room 50 or 100 or even on a very rare occasion 300 dollars richer. Sometimes… he would just walk out the insurance he already stole beforehand safely tucked away. The school knew nothing. The students knew everything even though few knew his name. All they needed to find to know for sure who he was is the little crown charm on his chest. On days he wore it, they were the days he found himself in another’s room. Of course having worn it since his innocent days, he sometimes forgot he was no longer as pure as the fine silver and it slipped his mind to take it off and found himself pinned to a bed anyways.
This night, he hadn’t meant to. He never expected here, so far from home, anyone would be so daring so he hadn’t consciously paid attention as he slipped the familiar cold rings of metal around his neck. But someone, this someone, knew the rules and he had to respect that and play fair. He never expected this deep, mysterious –looking, overly serious piece of eye candy however would play nice. Usually the types that did that were first-timers who were bumbling but overly sweet. He rather liked those – but they were rare and few and far between the business-like and sometimes rough affairs he was accustomed to.
Now that he thought about the night before though, this man had been overly sweet but certainly not bumbling – and while it felt business-like it was… intimate. Almost as if he genuinely… liked him.
Heh, but no. That was silly. No one honestly and truly liked him.
A wild night life. One like never before. Rip-roaring drunk college kids and teens with fake IDs consolidated in one place, hopping, bumping and grinding to music their over-worked ears only half heard. A strange sight, woman with woman, men with men. A gay bar. A sight of blue eyes glanced around, spotting his friend and her lover-girl doing some very interesting remake of the final scene of Step It Up. If you know, there was more kissing then dancing. He glanced again and caught sight of something wonderful. His catch. Mascara darkened eyes glittered, pale lips glossed; the make-up a ‘sexy’ edition of himself apparently or so she said.
It certainly worked as he danced his way through the crowd, taking no time to get to the smaller male. Their eyes met, the interest was there and it was instant. They danced, their bodies so close every movement was there. The blonde was already hard, he felt it, and hot, heavy pants filled his ears as his hands on his waist drew him nearer still their hips close as their erections grinded. Heard his harsh breathes turn harsher still as his hand slipped down two layers of elastic and curled around the hard need. Heard it, felt it as he came in his hand in minutes, screaming in the crowd and no one heard. No one noticed. Everyone was drunk. The body stopped dancing, shaking against him as he recovered and then the next thing he knew he was being tugged away, off the dance floor. Next thing he realized he was somewhere, a car, and oh fuck those pretty pale lips were around him sucking hard and fast. He couldn’t take it as his hips arched up and his eyes closed, calling out wordlessly.
Eyes opened to day. The make-up was washed away. The tight clothing set away for another day. Beside him, his friend laughed, her arm around a slim and dainty silverette’s waist.
“Jeez Ter, you act like you fucked him. He just sucked you off.”
“It was fucking good, okay?” Terra snapped to the blue-haired woman, the blush on his cheeks easy to see.
“Suuure but I’m just saying-“ Aqua continued, but a slight jab in the ribs from her girlfriend made her silence herself. “Alright, alright, Fuu-fighter I’ll leave him alone~” Ugh, whoever said ‘Fuu-fighter’ was a cute pet name for Fuujin should be shot (A.K.A Aqua). Then again he’d be down one friend and he really didn’t have many of those to spare.
Terra pulled open the door at the minimart, his nails still black (so he had no nail polish remover, sue him; Aqua was to blame anyways) and the three shuffled in. His eyes looked about seeing tiny aisles of confections, the right wall decorated with glass-paned fridges – there main target as they were looking to get some energy drinks before school along with a quick breakfast snack. Then he saw him – nearly right across from him, stocking an aisle and froze not even noticing his friend’s slipping past him. Blonde swirly hair. The worker looked up minutely, politely checking to see who had come in, and eyes met.
”Oooh god…” The younger groaned against his shoulder, letting Terra do whatever he wanted even though they were in public, surrounded by people on all sides. He keened louder as a thumb rubbed against his slit. “Haaa, shit. M-More. I’m gonna cum soon…”
The hand squeezed, before jerking quickly along the hardened skin as far as the confined space allowed for. His head turned, lips brushing a sweat temple and sweat-soaked strands of hair. “Who are you?”
The body jerked, so close, ever closer, eyes so drunk and needy. “V-Veeen… oh god!!”
There was no recognition in those eyes as the other looked away, like one would look away from a passing car. Nothing special to him.
But to Terra he certainly was special. Quite special indeed. He sucked in an audible breath, his eyes almost bulging from his head as he recognized the man instantly. He’d flipped through enough magazines and purchased enough CDs not to recognize this blonde boy. Had he of been a few years younger – okay perhaps had he been a freshman in high school – he would of squealed in delight.
Yeah…. Squealing. Came with the gay territory. Along with liking boy bands like N’Sync and Back Street Boys and arguing with his best-friend-turned-gay who was the cutest singer. He knew there was no way this man was who he was thinking of – Star was on tour. Everyone who was fucking anyone knew that! There was no way he was some mini-mart employee…
But the looks were way too genuine to be just another poser. And Terra, who knew everything there was to know of the impressively handsome singer, knew everything from this man’s blood type to his family relationships and he knew that Star had two twin brothers – one was identical. That meant… that last night… he had gotten a blow job from… Oh shit!
Tingling in excitement, Terra braved down the aisle, ignoring how in the corner of his eye he could see Aqua and Fuu giggling about it as he ‘made his move’. He’d asked out a lot of guys sure, and once got a black eye for it (of course he considered himself lucky since his assailant only MAYBE would have children again) but it sort of slipped his mind to push the charm this time. He just had to know.
“Hey~” He purred leaning some on the shelves and giving the other an appraising look. Okay, maybe he was pushing a bit of charm.
The other glanced at him and agitatedly asked if he needed any help, an obvious dark ring around his eyes, letting know that the poor blonde got no sleep and was feeling quite the hangover. Terra didn’t let that bother him as he grinned some. “Are you-“
“No I’m not and no you don’t get a fucking autograph.” The blonde snapped quite testily and then he spun around, his job only half-finished and leaving Terra a bit dumb-founded. He certainly hadn’t expected that response.
“H-Hey wait!”
A night of normalcy. One unable to be lived without. Hips swung on stage, dancers all around him. Lights burning his skin from above but he didn’t notice them only the sound of the roaring crowds and the microphone came up, his throat vibrating, his chest rumbling as he sang song to song to song. The longer he held his notes the more they yelled. The more popular the song, people went wild. The more daring the move, the closer he got to the edge of the stage, they hopped over each other in delight. His life. His way. He moved and breathed and lived this way. Always singing. Always dancing. He loved it. He shut his eyes against the glare of the stage lights and tilted his head back, holding the long note of the song as long as he could.
His eyes opened and the lights above were still artificial but dim compared to the true powerhouse of light sneaking in from the windows. It was a hot day in the Houston Multiplex of Texas and he reached blindly for the water bottle at his side, drinking down the flavorless taste to keep his throat moist. His body ached some from the night before but he knew he had no time to rest as his manager called, “Put your hands together to meet the one and only, Roxas Star!”
Heh, it wasn’t his real last name, but he had the cursive down so well, it should have been. He stood from his cushioned companion, knowing he would lean back none for the next four hours as his poor spine would murder him. But the cheers from the crowd of – no doubt – girls and some unlucky fellas who would give him nothing but jealous glares drew him out from the little room of peace into the grand hall full to the brim.
At the sight of him, screams were all he heard and quite possibly an ‘I love you!’ or two. He grinned, white teeth shining brilliantly as he took the microphone from his manager, “Thank you all for coming!” His handsome voice made everyone swoon and call, “Let’s get this autographing on the way already! I’m so excited to meet all of you!”
Roxas. Roxas Star. Roxas the Star. Teenage sensation of the decade it seemed as he had been popular since his first year in and, rather than fading away as fads tended to, Roxas’ career had skyrocketed, his talent and popularity through the roofs and he’s been going strong for three years now. And he was only twenty.
He took a seat at his desk, seeing an array of markers set before him and flipped open one and smiled as the first girl came to his table, jittery all over with her excitement. Her name was Brittany. His name went on his second album – her favorite. He told her a secret; it was his as well. Then she was gone, and the next one came.
Two hours in, his hand was aching, he had no water, and his manager called for a break. The crowd still left groaning in disappointment but Roxas was grateful, promising his return as he hid away in his tiny room. He worked out the kinks in his legs and sighed, getting a much needed drink for his parched throat. Pushing through another door he was out into the fresh air. He breathed deeply, walking down the alley into the sun.
It was a mistake. He heard screams of his name, his eyes snapped open and he saw a crowd running for him. Fans. His eyes widened and then he was off like a shot. This was why these things happened in centers or studios or something some place where these rabid animals got into lines and were forced to wait. So they couldn’t gang up on him and potentially kill him.
He was fast though and they had to struggle to keep up – he knew the determination of a sixteen year old girl. They would chase him down until he either learned to be Houdini or he tripped on his shoelaces and became the next chalk outline.
He decided to be Houdini. He slipped down an alley, finding his way to the next street. He knew they had seen him do so, so he knew he’d better find a place to hide fast. He looked left and right and saw his chance. A man was against the curb, the hood of his car propped open. He was bent over, inspecting it thoroughly, obviously broken down. Roxas didn’t see that though. What he did see was the open passenger door. That was all he cared about, as he rushed to the car and dove into the back seat of the car. It was daring, crazy, but he did it.
He gripped the door and slammed it shut. At the front of the car, there was a loud call and the sound of a head meeting metal. Roxas didn’t pay attention to that as he shrunk down, finding a forgotten jacket and throwing it over his head.
“Hey what the hell are you doing?!” Came a rough, slightly pained voice from the open window. Roxas knew if he didn’t say something fast, he’d be dragged from the car and be found.
“Ssssh just be quiet! It’s an emergency.” Roxas hissed, “I’ll give you a hundred dollars just don’t let them find me!”
He could hear yells. “But-“
“Five-hundred,”
“Yeah but-“ Feet.
“A thousand just stay quiet!!”
He was. A troop of girls fanned out down the sidewalk there feet halting some as they realized they had lost sight of him. One of the girls saw his ‘savior’ and called out to him.
“Did you see him?”
“See who lady?”
“Roxas!”
“Who?”
“Ugh!”
That was all they needed and then they were gone. He stayed still a little longer then pulled the jacket back from his head, looking up into bright emerald eyes highlighted by dark purple triangular tattoos and the shock of red hair making his sharp features appear sharper. “Gonna tell me what that was about Rox-as?”
He grinned guiltily, sitting up in the seat and after a careful look around to make sure his fans were certainly gone, he got out of the car. “Sorry. I uh… They were my fans.”
“Your fans?”
“Yeah. I’m Roxas Star.” He introduced, unsure if the title would be familiar or not to him. He wasn’t egotistical or anything, but his name was fairly popular. Up there with Leonardo DiCaprio and Celine Dion.
And then the sun would come up and life was back to normal.
A night of professionalism. One that always happened. The curtains were cracked open, allowing for the moon to sneak in. It snuck along the floor, illuminated the two on the bed, creaking loud as their bodies moved. But not to get comfortable, oh no, they were plenty comfortable already. “Ooh…ooh!! Yes, right there!!” The lean body arched, cries falling continuously as his body was jerked, his hips held tight. “Fuck! Ooooh fuck yes!” Laying along the bed, another man, his groans filling the air, mixing with the smaller’s yells for a beautiful tone of music all their own. There was a shout of warning, their movements increasing their tempo, an erratic display of movement, and then it was over, a sweaty body laying over the other and panting hard, blue, blue eyes falling shut.
When they opened next, it came with a small groan, spiky brunette hair still plastered against his forehead but the light of day sneaking in through the window. He knew the stiff feeling on his stomach was dry semen and he mumbled, turning onto his back and shut his eyes.
At the sound of movement in the connected bathroom of the hotel though, his eyes snapped open and he sat up, sheets pooling around his waist. “Hello…?” There was a pause, and then a man emerged. He had recently showered, it was obvious from the way the silver hair had darkened by so many shades and he wore only pair of loose pants. In his hand was two cups, steaming.
He kept himself from staring but accepted the cup with a bit of numb surprise. Ah, one of these types? He didn’t look it. “Thank you…” He mumbled, bringing the cup close and blew across the top of it, looking down at it. It wasn’t coffee. Tea. Hmm… that was unexpected as well. Most college kids survived on coffee. Not everyone was as naturally… ‘bouncy’ as him in the mornings.
He rose his eyes, meeting the deep aquamarine that had enraptured him the night before and smiled. “My name is Sora, by the way.”
That was how it happened. He had never seen this man on campus before – he must have had different hours, but obviously the same class. They were on a trip, took a Charter bus from Uni five hours downhill to go to the Hotel de Beau on the western side of the state. It was a high class dinner party, where they went to meet some aged war veterans who spoke all about the Twilight War. He remembered they had been sitting down for dinner and his eyes, for no reason at all searched the crowd… and they met that chillingly beautiful aqua-blue. Desire met and mixed like a tangible thing in the air between them.
And that was that. He didn’t know his name, he didn’t know his history. He knew nothing of him at all. But soon enough he found himself hiding back as the crowd thinned and went to bed. He found himself getting an elevator going up only to perchance have to hold it for the well-built, stunning silverette. He found himself stumbling backwards into a dark room in a heated battle of tongues, as clothes were removed and tossed to the floor. He found himself digging out the last condom from his wallet – because, of course, he had to be safe.
It wasn’t love. They fucked; he knew that. He always knew that. And sometimes, he would walk out of this room 50 or 100 or even on a very rare occasion 300 dollars richer. Sometimes… he would just walk out the insurance he already stole beforehand safely tucked away. The school knew nothing. The students knew everything even though few knew his name. All they needed to find to know for sure who he was is the little crown charm on his chest. On days he wore it, they were the days he found himself in another’s room. Of course having worn it since his innocent days, he sometimes forgot he was no longer as pure as the fine silver and it slipped his mind to take it off and found himself pinned to a bed anyways.
This night, he hadn’t meant to. He never expected here, so far from home, anyone would be so daring so he hadn’t consciously paid attention as he slipped the familiar cold rings of metal around his neck. But someone, this someone, knew the rules and he had to respect that and play fair. He never expected this deep, mysterious –looking, overly serious piece of eye candy however would play nice. Usually the types that did that were first-timers who were bumbling but overly sweet. He rather liked those – but they were rare and few and far between the business-like and sometimes rough affairs he was accustomed to.
Now that he thought about the night before though, this man had been overly sweet but certainly not bumbling – and while it felt business-like it was… intimate. Almost as if he genuinely… liked him.
Heh, but no. That was silly. No one honestly and truly liked him.
A wild night life. One like never before. Rip-roaring drunk college kids and teens with fake IDs consolidated in one place, hopping, bumping and grinding to music their over-worked ears only half heard. A strange sight, woman with woman, men with men. A gay bar. A sight of blue eyes glanced around, spotting his friend and her lover-girl doing some very interesting remake of the final scene of Step It Up. If you know, there was more kissing then dancing. He glanced again and caught sight of something wonderful. His catch. Mascara darkened eyes glittered, pale lips glossed; the make-up a ‘sexy’ edition of himself apparently or so she said.
It certainly worked as he danced his way through the crowd, taking no time to get to the smaller male. Their eyes met, the interest was there and it was instant. They danced, their bodies so close every movement was there. The blonde was already hard, he felt it, and hot, heavy pants filled his ears as his hands on his waist drew him nearer still their hips close as their erections grinded. Heard his harsh breathes turn harsher still as his hand slipped down two layers of elastic and curled around the hard need. Heard it, felt it as he came in his hand in minutes, screaming in the crowd and no one heard. No one noticed. Everyone was drunk. The body stopped dancing, shaking against him as he recovered and then the next thing he knew he was being tugged away, off the dance floor. Next thing he realized he was somewhere, a car, and oh fuck those pretty pale lips were around him sucking hard and fast. He couldn’t take it as his hips arched up and his eyes closed, calling out wordlessly.
Eyes opened to day. The make-up was washed away. The tight clothing set away for another day. Beside him, his friend laughed, her arm around a slim and dainty silverette’s waist.
“Jeez Ter, you act like you fucked him. He just sucked you off.”
“It was fucking good, okay?” Terra snapped to the blue-haired woman, the blush on his cheeks easy to see.
“Suuure but I’m just saying-“ Aqua continued, but a slight jab in the ribs from her girlfriend made her silence herself. “Alright, alright, Fuu-fighter I’ll leave him alone~” Ugh, whoever said ‘Fuu-fighter’ was a cute pet name for Fuujin should be shot (A.K.A Aqua). Then again he’d be down one friend and he really didn’t have many of those to spare.
Terra pulled open the door at the minimart, his nails still black (so he had no nail polish remover, sue him; Aqua was to blame anyways) and the three shuffled in. His eyes looked about seeing tiny aisles of confections, the right wall decorated with glass-paned fridges – there main target as they were looking to get some energy drinks before school along with a quick breakfast snack. Then he saw him – nearly right across from him, stocking an aisle and froze not even noticing his friend’s slipping past him. Blonde swirly hair. The worker looked up minutely, politely checking to see who had come in, and eyes met.
”Oooh god…” The younger groaned against his shoulder, letting Terra do whatever he wanted even though they were in public, surrounded by people on all sides. He keened louder as a thumb rubbed against his slit. “Haaa, shit. M-More. I’m gonna cum soon…”
The hand squeezed, before jerking quickly along the hardened skin as far as the confined space allowed for. His head turned, lips brushing a sweat temple and sweat-soaked strands of hair. “Who are you?”
The body jerked, so close, ever closer, eyes so drunk and needy. “V-Veeen… oh god!!”
There was no recognition in those eyes as the other looked away, like one would look away from a passing car. Nothing special to him.
But to Terra he certainly was special. Quite special indeed. He sucked in an audible breath, his eyes almost bulging from his head as he recognized the man instantly. He’d flipped through enough magazines and purchased enough CDs not to recognize this blonde boy. Had he of been a few years younger – okay perhaps had he been a freshman in high school – he would of squealed in delight.
Yeah…. Squealing. Came with the gay territory. Along with liking boy bands like N’Sync and Back Street Boys and arguing with his best-friend-turned-gay who was the cutest singer. He knew there was no way this man was who he was thinking of – Star was on tour. Everyone who was fucking anyone knew that! There was no way he was some mini-mart employee…
But the looks were way too genuine to be just another poser. And Terra, who knew everything there was to know of the impressively handsome singer, knew everything from this man’s blood type to his family relationships and he knew that Star had two twin brothers – one was identical. That meant… that last night… he had gotten a blow job from… Oh shit!
Tingling in excitement, Terra braved down the aisle, ignoring how in the corner of his eye he could see Aqua and Fuu giggling about it as he ‘made his move’. He’d asked out a lot of guys sure, and once got a black eye for it (of course he considered himself lucky since his assailant only MAYBE would have children again) but it sort of slipped his mind to push the charm this time. He just had to know.
“Hey~” He purred leaning some on the shelves and giving the other an appraising look. Okay, maybe he was pushing a bit of charm.
The other glanced at him and agitatedly asked if he needed any help, an obvious dark ring around his eyes, letting know that the poor blonde got no sleep and was feeling quite the hangover. Terra didn’t let that bother him as he grinned some. “Are you-“
“No I’m not and no you don’t get a fucking autograph.” The blonde snapped quite testily and then he spun around, his job only half-finished and leaving Terra a bit dumb-founded. He certainly hadn’t expected that response.
“H-Hey wait!”
A night of normalcy. One unable to be lived without. Hips swung on stage, dancers all around him. Lights burning his skin from above but he didn’t notice them only the sound of the roaring crowds and the microphone came up, his throat vibrating, his chest rumbling as he sang song to song to song. The longer he held his notes the more they yelled. The more popular the song, people went wild. The more daring the move, the closer he got to the edge of the stage, they hopped over each other in delight. His life. His way. He moved and breathed and lived this way. Always singing. Always dancing. He loved it. He shut his eyes against the glare of the stage lights and tilted his head back, holding the long note of the song as long as he could.
His eyes opened and the lights above were still artificial but dim compared to the true powerhouse of light sneaking in from the windows. It was a hot day in the Houston Multiplex of Texas and he reached blindly for the water bottle at his side, drinking down the flavorless taste to keep his throat moist. His body ached some from the night before but he knew he had no time to rest as his manager called, “Put your hands together to meet the one and only, Roxas Star!”
Heh, it wasn’t his real last name, but he had the cursive down so well, it should have been. He stood from his cushioned companion, knowing he would lean back none for the next four hours as his poor spine would murder him. But the cheers from the crowd of – no doubt – girls and some unlucky fellas who would give him nothing but jealous glares drew him out from the little room of peace into the grand hall full to the brim.
At the sight of him, screams were all he heard and quite possibly an ‘I love you!’ or two. He grinned, white teeth shining brilliantly as he took the microphone from his manager, “Thank you all for coming!” His handsome voice made everyone swoon and call, “Let’s get this autographing on the way already! I’m so excited to meet all of you!”
Roxas. Roxas Star. Roxas the Star. Teenage sensation of the decade it seemed as he had been popular since his first year in and, rather than fading away as fads tended to, Roxas’ career had skyrocketed, his talent and popularity through the roofs and he’s been going strong for three years now. And he was only twenty.
He took a seat at his desk, seeing an array of markers set before him and flipped open one and smiled as the first girl came to his table, jittery all over with her excitement. Her name was Brittany. His name went on his second album – her favorite. He told her a secret; it was his as well. Then she was gone, and the next one came.
Two hours in, his hand was aching, he had no water, and his manager called for a break. The crowd still left groaning in disappointment but Roxas was grateful, promising his return as he hid away in his tiny room. He worked out the kinks in his legs and sighed, getting a much needed drink for his parched throat. Pushing through another door he was out into the fresh air. He breathed deeply, walking down the alley into the sun.
It was a mistake. He heard screams of his name, his eyes snapped open and he saw a crowd running for him. Fans. His eyes widened and then he was off like a shot. This was why these things happened in centers or studios or something some place where these rabid animals got into lines and were forced to wait. So they couldn’t gang up on him and potentially kill him.
He was fast though and they had to struggle to keep up – he knew the determination of a sixteen year old girl. They would chase him down until he either learned to be Houdini or he tripped on his shoelaces and became the next chalk outline.
He decided to be Houdini. He slipped down an alley, finding his way to the next street. He knew they had seen him do so, so he knew he’d better find a place to hide fast. He looked left and right and saw his chance. A man was against the curb, the hood of his car propped open. He was bent over, inspecting it thoroughly, obviously broken down. Roxas didn’t see that though. What he did see was the open passenger door. That was all he cared about, as he rushed to the car and dove into the back seat of the car. It was daring, crazy, but he did it.
He gripped the door and slammed it shut. At the front of the car, there was a loud call and the sound of a head meeting metal. Roxas didn’t pay attention to that as he shrunk down, finding a forgotten jacket and throwing it over his head.
“Hey what the hell are you doing?!” Came a rough, slightly pained voice from the open window. Roxas knew if he didn’t say something fast, he’d be dragged from the car and be found.
“Ssssh just be quiet! It’s an emergency.” Roxas hissed, “I’ll give you a hundred dollars just don’t let them find me!”
He could hear yells. “But-“
“Five-hundred,”
“Yeah but-“ Feet.
“A thousand just stay quiet!!”
He was. A troop of girls fanned out down the sidewalk there feet halting some as they realized they had lost sight of him. One of the girls saw his ‘savior’ and called out to him.
“Did you see him?”
“See who lady?”
“Roxas!”
“Who?”
“Ugh!”
That was all they needed and then they were gone. He stayed still a little longer then pulled the jacket back from his head, looking up into bright emerald eyes highlighted by dark purple triangular tattoos and the shock of red hair making his sharp features appear sharper. “Gonna tell me what that was about Rox-as?”
He grinned guiltily, sitting up in the seat and after a careful look around to make sure his fans were certainly gone, he got out of the car. “Sorry. I uh… They were my fans.”
“Your fans?”
“Yeah. I’m Roxas Star.” He introduced, unsure if the title would be familiar or not to him. He wasn’t egotistical or anything, but his name was fairly popular. Up there with Leonardo DiCaprio and Celine Dion.
