Emotionless Tomorrows

Rim: Well, seems this story is coming along well enough. I’m glad that everyone is finding this story to be enjoyable. Sorry for the long wait…my boss is being an asshole and making me work all my free weekends and then school is a bitch too.

Here goes another chapter to make up for it. Hopefully, with the new plan I set out, maybe I can update every other weekend and stop keeping everyone in suspense for months on in. Let’s pray my plan works out.

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Tala, Bryan, Ian, and Spencer stepped off the plane, and walked down the steps of the airplane that was now in Japan. Ian was looking around at all the people with wide eyes, Bryan was still half sleep, and Spencer was almost as alert as Tala was. Who in fact had not slept for very long, especially with thoughts of Tyson imbued on his mind. Spencer had been the one to wake him up.

The red haired young man thankful that it was the blond that woke him up, because he knew if it had been Bryan, he would have pushed his fair haired friend out the window of the plane. Especially with his all too noticeable erection, which he was also thankful Spencer might have noticed, but didn’t say a word towards it. After much time in the plane’s bathroom splashing cold water on himself, he was lucky to get the feeling to go away about time the plane landed and the other two members of his team woke up.

“What time is it?” Bryan yawned, running a hand through his hair, which had grown out over the past few years.

Tala looked down at his watch, changing it to Japan’s time. “Eight forty-seven in the morning.”

“That early,” Bryan yawned again. “And Mr. Dickenson said he would be here by when?”

“He told us to wait for him in the lobby and said he should arrive no later than nine fifteen,” Spencer said. “But we need to get our bags at bag check first.” With a nod of agreement, the four Russians went to go get their bags then settled into the little café lobby waiting for Mr. Dickenson to arrive to pick them up and take them to their temporary housing while they were in Japan. After they were settled, they would meet the Bladebreakers later.

“Hey,” Bryan said, drinking a cup of coffee to wake up. “What do you think they will think about our visit?” The question called the attention of Tala and Spencer, of course Ian wasn’t up to answer anything seeing as how he just back to the table with a giant stack of pancakes he ordered from the café.

“Well, I suppose we won’t really have to worry about them much,” Tala said, watching Ian as poured half the bottle of syrup over his pancakes before he begun to wolf down the stack of pancakes with no problem. “If anything, they’ll be excited to see us, I guess.”

“Oh, I’m sure you will like that,” Bryan grinned at Tala who stared at him with another of those ‘I’m-going-to-kill-you’ stares. Spencer and Ian looked from Bryan to Tala then shrugged, figuring it was another of their jokes. “Don’t give me that look, you know it’s true.”

“Moving on,” Tala said, ignoring the statement all together now.

“Fine then, moving on in the conversation,” Bryan grinned. “Seems someone doesn’t want to admit…”

“Moving on,” Tala repeated, interrupted the sentence. When Bryan didn’t say a word, only going back to his coffee, Tala was relieved. The last thing he wanted to do was announce that he had a thing for Tyson at one time. Ian would never shut up about it once it came to his attention, and he would be just as bothersome over the subject as Bryan was being now.

“Actually, there’s not much left to really say,” Spencer said. “I think we should all try to get something into our stomachs before Mr. Dickenson gets here.”

“I think Ian is eating for the three of us,” Tala teased, pointing to the boy finishing off his fifth pancake topped with pancake syrup, strawberries and sprinkled sugar. “And probably enough sugar to give at least two of us diabetes.”

“Mph?” Ian looked up, half a pancake hanging out his mouth as he blinked at them.

“Nothing, go back to eating,” Bryan said, with a shake of his head. The younger continued to stare at his teammates for another minute before going back to the pancakes.

“It seems you four are in good spirits,” a voice said from behind them. Tala, Spencer, and Bryan looked up to find the head of Japan’s BBA walking up to their table with a warm smile on his face.

“Mr. Dickenson,” Tala nodded, as he, Bryan, and Spencer stood up. Ian, not really paying attention to anyone continued eating the hot, fluffy circles made from some sort of batter. This being the first time he’s ever had anything close to this for breakfast. What they use to get back when they were at the abbey…white paste like oatmeal with no flavoring whatsoever. That was one thing he wasn’t at all going to miss about that place if he could eat like this every morning.

“And I see that you’re in good spirits too, that’s good,” the elderly man said with a look over the three boys standing and the young man practically licking the syrup off the plate in front of him. “And with healthy appetites too.”

“Ian, would you mind stop doing that?” Tala said to the boy at the table. Ian looked up from what he was doing and frowned.

“What am I doing wrong?”

“Eating like a starving man,” Bryan said, taking his pointer finger and scooping the strawberry jam that rested on the tip of Ian’s nose. Raising his finger to him mouth, Bryan licked the sticky red substance away. “Though I can see what the big deal is. Never knew strawberries were that sweet.”

“Don’t you start either,” Tala warned.

“It’s okay Tala, you should be enjoying yourself,” Mr. Dickenson laughed. “It really is nice to see you boys well. How have you been doing?”

“We’re fine, and we appreciate everything you have done for us so far,” Tala said. “And we will do everything we can to repay the kindness that you have given us.”

“There’s no need to do that. I’m just glad that you can be free from the hardships that Voltaire and Boris put you through,” Mr. Dickenson countered. “Should we get going so we can get you settled into the apartment that I have set you up with?”

“I’m done!” Ian chimed, setting down the plate. “I’m going to seriously love staying here if I can have breakfasts like that every morning.”

“Then that means we can get going,” Bryan grinned, shaking his head. The four boys picked up their bags and followed Mr. Dickenson out of the airplane terminal. Waiting in front of the terminal was a short black limo which the boys were ushered into, while the limo driver put their bags in the truck.

Tala sat back against the leather seat, staring out the tinted window. Ian was asking a million and one questions out of the old man while Bryan and Spencer was telling the possibly sugar high boy to shut up. Tala’s mind slowly drifted somewhere completely different, or more precisely a certain blue haired angel with deep blue eyes that sparkled like the ocean.

He wondered what Tyson was doing? How much stronger had he gotten since last they fought? Tala wanted to know everything that had been going on since that time. It was going to be interesting to see how he reacted to the surprise visit that the Demolition Boys staged. He couldn’t wait to see the look in Tyson’s eyes.

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Tyson quietly sat at the long kitchen table in the mansion’s dining room trying hard as he could not to squirm from the discomfort of hours of Kai tormenting him and forcing sex on his unwilling body. Tyson pushed around the eggs sitting on his plate.

Kai had specially had the cook make the eggs for him, it use to be one of Tyson’s favorite things to eat, but now he wasn’t hungry. There were few days in the time he’s with Kai that he ever eats like he use to. Occasionally Tyson lifted his eyes from the plate, looking at the other end of the table to Kai.

The dual haired young man sat comfortably in the chair he was in reading the morning news paper and drinking a cup of coffee as if nothing happened between them the day before or that morning. As if Kai hadn’t enjoyed Tyson’s hysterically crying as Kai did everything possible to bring that desired effect upon his supposed lover. Tyson felt the tears burn the back of his eyes, remembering the cold metal against his wrists and ankles while Kai gripped his shoulder, breaking the skin and drawing blood while he pounded relentlessly into Tyson until he was too tired to go another round.

‘How much longer will I be forced to live like this?’ Tyson thought miserably.

Yet Tyson knew. He knew that because of his cowardice to leave the dual haired man, things would continue to remain the same. Kai would continue to use his weakness to torment Tyson until either Tyson was dead or completely broken inside. Neither was a desired outcome in this situation. If only he was brave enough to tell the others…if only.

“Why aren’t you eating Tyson? You don’t like the food?” Kai’s voice held a dangerous note as his stony garnet eyes shot up to burn Tyson. The blue haired young man paled across the table, a tremor crawling up his spine.

“I…I’m not really that…” Tyson stammered. Kai rose from his seat and stalked over to where Tyson sat shaking in his chair.

“So I had the maid waste food because you’re not hungry?” Kai snarled. His eyes turned a deathly color continue to sneer at the blue haired young man petrified in his seat.

“Please Kai…I…” Tyson flinched, seeing Kai raise his hand back, ready to knock the other out of the chair he sat in. Just as the blow was about to strike Tyson down, a maid came in the room, her eyes lowered from the sight, but Tyson could see the visible tremors rising off her. Kai turned his furious eyes on the maid, a scowl appearing on his face from being interrupted.

“Master…Kai…” the maid started.

“What do you want?” Kai growled.

“I…you have company,” she said. “The other members of the Bladebreakers are here to see you and Master Tyson, sir.”

Kai turned his attention to Tyson, his eyes dimming, but were no less deadly. “You better thank God for saving your ass.” And with that followed the maid out the room to greet the other members of his team, slumping down into his seat, Tyson closed his eyes with relief praying. Indeed he was going to pray to God for saving him that morning, it was one of few times he had divine intervention in his life after all.

Once finished, Tyson listened to the all too familiar voices of Max, Rei, and Kenny coming towards the dining room. Tyson took deep breaths calming himself down, knowing that if they found out the truth, he would be in absolute hell and high water. Kai would definitely kill him before the others were able to save him. Moments passed before Kai and the other members of the Bladebreakers walked in.

Tyson put on his best grin as he looked at his friends. It hurt he wasn’t able to tell them, but he also knew that deep down, it would hurt to lose Kai. Despite all the abuse both physical and verbal, he loved Kai, even if he shouldn’t. Maybe that was the reason he couldn’t let them know, or maybe it was the shame of allowing others to know what’s been going on for a while. Would they stare at him in disgust or with pity? Would they say he was stupid for letting it carry on for such a long time?

“Hi gang, what’s up?” Tyson said, pouring as much of his old cheery nature into his voice as he could muster.

“Well, we don’t know,” Max said. “Mr. Dickenson called Kenny earlier this morning and told him to round everyone up, I suppose he has something to tell us.”

“He said it was a surprise,” Kenny said.

“And he didn’t tell you anything else?” Tyson inquired.

“No, he just said that it was a surprise and for everyone to come to the BBA as soon as possible,” Kenny responded. “Guess we’ll find out what this is about soon enough.”

“I guess we should get moving,” Rei suggested.

“Yeah.” Tyson was about to get up from his chair when he felt the sear of a reprimanding look shot at him by Kai out the corner of his eyes. Lowering himself back to the seat, he stared at the eggs on his plate then concocted a believable enough grin as he picked up the fork. “But I have to finish my food first.”

“You’re forever eating,” Max smiled, shaking his head. “Kai should put you on a diet from food all together. Can you really afford to keep feeding him Kai? I know I would be broke and homeless if I housed Tyson.”

“He’s not that much of a problem, you have to learn to control how much he eats,” Kai said, an underlined mark of sadistic humor that no one but Tyson managed to pick up.

“So that’s how it is,” Max nodded. “I suppose the fridge has five dead bolt locks on it, and chained? Am I right, Kai?”

“Some friend you are, Max,” Tyson said with a feinting pout. Sticking the fork into the eggs, Tyson raised the fork to his mouth and stuck in the forkful of eggs. Repeating the process until all the eggs were gone. Once finished, Tyson got up from the chair. “Let me go upstairs and brush my hair.”

“Okay, but hurry up so we can leave,” Rei said.

“I know, I know, I’m not going to take that long,” Tyson nodded as he headed out the room. Climbing the steps, Tyson felt the tears in the back of his eyes, blurring his vision and burning his eyes. Going into the bathroom down the hall, Tyson closed and locked the door before kneeling in front of the toilet. Sticking three fingers into his mouth, Tyson made himself gag.

He hated that look of superiority in Kai’s eyes while he sat there eating. Tyson couldn’t take it, and he couldn’t just go along with it. This act was the only show of resistance he ever made when Kai forced him to eat. It would probably remain his only mutiny because he knew standing up against Kai only got him killed. Taking his fingers from out of his mouth, Tyson huddled over the toilet feeling the bile rising up from the back of his throat.

Forcing it all to come up, Tyson laid his head against the cool side of the bowl when there was nothing left but a dry cough that came. Once he was certain there was nothing left, Tyson stood up, flushing the toilet and walking over to the sink. Grabbing the bottle of mouthwash, Tyson opened it and raised it to his lips. Taking some in, he gargled away the evidence, spitting it into the sink and rinsing the sink out and then placed the bottle back where it was.

Afterwards, Tyson turned away from the sink, walking over to the door and unlocking it. Just as he was about to step out into the hallway, he was stopped dead in his tracks by the red eyes in front of him. Tyson paled, stepping back from Kai who might easily not care the others were downstairs and beat Tyson then and there. He had no idea Kai had followed him up, and more than likely heard what Tyson did in the bathroom.

“I see that I haven’t broken your spirit completely, have I Tyson? So, you do that every time you eat with me, do I make you that sick?” Kai sneered in a low tone.

“I…I…I’m sorry Kai,” Tyson whimpered as his back pressed against the sink. “Please…please don’t hurt me.”

“What am I going to do with you Tyson?” Kai inquired. “You have to be taught a lesson, but don’t think I’m going to teach you now. There are better times to show you just how serious I am. Now go finish getting dressed, the others are waiting.” Kai turned from Tyson, walking back downstairs, but Tyson knew that Kai had something in store for him later, a feeling of dread settled into the pit of his stomach like lead.

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Rim: And that marks another chapter. I promise that I will work to get the next chapter out in maybe a week or two…I just found out that next Saturday…the only other day I have off, or I thought I had off…I’m working. But worry not gang, I promise I will find a way to update, this and Do You Trust Me Enough, just hang tightly.