Steal

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About Steal

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    Peasant
  • Birthday March 22

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    Forum Pet
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  • Location
    Deep in my own mind, struggling to fight off the dustbunnies

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    Steal
  1. The future is ours.. isn't it?

    Something was happening outside of his room, and Steal limped over to see if he could find out what it was. Someone was down the hall, down the stairs actually talking and he could hear his mother's voice filled with disdain. Then came his father, the hated man who cared only for his money. He reached out to turn the doorknob expecting what always came to him. The door being locked. It wasn't. Somehow some way his father had forgotten to lock the door. Steal opened the door and started to walk toward the noise. He didn't want to be noticed and he planned to stay silent. He hadn't wanted to show himself but then he could hear the one talking and he had to step out. Yusai, calling for him. Steal stepped out and peeked down the stairs, not aware that he was bloody, or rather not giving a damn that he was bloody. Steal parted his lips to say something but he was so tired and weak with relief at seeing Yusai. He put out one hand as if to reach Yusai, but his head started to swim. He staggered and fell down the stairs, causing his Mother to yell out in upset, and his dad to roar in anger. Steal lay on the floor dazed, one hand out to Yusai as if begging him to do something. "Want.. to go home.." Alan Masters turned with a roar again. "Get your ass back upstairs, you are so going to regret this. I swear that I will break both of your fucking legs." Steal looked like he was going to burst into tears. He wanted Yusai to rescue him. He wanted to go back home, and more than that he wanted to know that Yusai loved him. It didn't matter one way or the other because for Yusai to get him he would have to get past the angry man cursing at his son and telling him of the terrible dismembering he was about to get for disobeying. Too bad there was no camera filming this. He would be able to get free if someone knew that Steal was being tortured. "S-Save me.."
  2. The future is ours.. isn't it?

    Steal had barely managed to make it back to his room after the most brutal beating his father had been able to dish out at the time. He could hardly feel anything in his left arm, but that was likely a result of him falling on the ground badly. He wasn't sure that he could have broken it, but there was a chance, always a chance seeing how angry his father was. When he was finally on his own he curled on his bed and took short shallow breaths. His father would be gone a while, he usually went down and drank. For some reason beating the snot out of his son was a reason to drink. Steal looked at his barred windows and shook his head a little. He was in jail. Prison, a cell that he could not get out of. Steal did not know how he could get out of here and he was highly aware any chance of talking to someone and getting help was out of the question. No one was permitted to talk to him. He rose slowly and glanced out the window, and jerked back a moment as a car drove by or rather away. Steal could have screamed. It was pointless but he wanted to scream and yell for help. He sank down to the floor and sobbed softly. "Help me..." The call went through to the bar, and the housekeeper waited to see who would answer the phone. "Aye, I found this number on a shirt in one of my rooms. Yes, it is a teen's shirt or something, for one of those bands. Nothing else really but a message saying to call the number. Yes, a woman rented the room... took a boy with her I guess, but.. no no not sure why it was left but it was a message or for some game?" She frowned at the words being spoke to her before hanging up. "Kidnapping or abduction..." She took the shirt and ran down to the main desk to give over the shirt in case the police came. Otto frowned a moment as he put together the information before passing on the call to Yusai. Steal was certainly with whoever took him and he had left his shirt behind seeking help so he was not there willingly. The problem was that there was now a limited way to get Steal back without going to the police, and even if they did, would he be able to leave now that he was in custody of his parents and he was still 20? Otto gritted his teeth and he slammed his fist on the bar. He made the call and was not sure that Logan, the man with Steal could do anything. Steal calmed himself down and he paced around his room. It was time to think of ways to get out. He was being abused, he was in pain, he was locked in a room and there was no one to help him get out. No one came into the room, if he had been able to speak to someone he may have been able to ask for help from them. His parents knew that all too well and they did not let it happen. Steal sat down on the bed again and took a deep breath. His arm still hurt, he was bruised. Could he use that to get out? Could he call and complain his arm was broken? If he did would he be able to get out of here? He was still thinking about that as the door opened and a figure loomed over him. "Ready for round two brat?" Shit. Steal swallowed hard. "Why? Why must you do this? He lifted one arm as if to shield himself even as his father moved to grab him again.
  3. The future is ours.. isn't it?

    Oh the love he felt. The deep searing pains of love. Steal was laying on the floor of the punishment room, welts bruises and abrasions marking him in colourful patterns. He gagged a bit as he inhaled sharply and tried to shift himself into something resembling a comfortable position. As if such a thing was even slightly possible. His father hadn't waited any time at all to start the new dance, or rather the old dance that he had gotten used to NOT feeling. His father was sitting off to the side watching him, his brows furrowed and his eyes glinting darkly. He seemed almost bored with the things he had done, and one would believe it if not for the fact he did it so often. "So, ready to tell me about who you were living with?" He walked over and grabbed Steal's shortened hair and smirked. "Heh, who-ever it was managed to get you to cut your hair like a boy at least. No more girly long hair." He dropped Steal's head before speaking in a falsetto. "But I like it dad, please don't cut it.. If it wasn't for your mother it would have been gone long ago." He crouched near Steal, one hand dropped loosely between his own legs as he peered at his struggling son. "So, tell me about what has been going on, you all queer now? That is it isn't it, I was right you are just a pretty fag boy.." The words were spit with such acidic distaste that Steal cringed from each like another slap. If his father only knew, no, his father had known was that why he was locked here? No, there was more, even he knew that, but, it was enough wasn't it. Just that was a good reason to ensure that Steal never left the house again. No matter what was said he was not going to speak out, not going to taint his memories of Yusai but letting this man darken them. He would take those with him in his heart and protect them. "Not saying anything... y' can kill me but.. wont say a thing.." This of course only made his father more angry. "You may be 20 but you are under my roof again, and like it or not you are going to tell me what you want. I did not raise you to be running off and living with other men." Other men? Something about that clicked in his mind and he couldn't stop himself. "Y' wanted t' fuck me all this time didn't you daddy?" The older man flinched and glared down darker. "What did you say?" He didn't give Steal a chance to answer before kicking him in the face, causing Steal to cry out in agony and roll away. "How DARE you say that to me." Struck a nerve... the pervert wanted me all this time.. Without saying or doing more the other man left the room, locking Steal in, leaving him panting on the floor. If it wasn't for the pain, Steal likely would have been laughing, as it was a dry sound came from his throat, followed by a sob. The pain. He would at least get some time to rest, a little sleep before the sadist came in for round two. Steal closed his eyes and pictured Yusai, wishing he was there instead of here, wishing there was a way to see him. *** At the hotel Steal had been dragged to before being taken home, housekeeping uncovered a strange heap of clothing, with a phone number and address on the back of a shirt. This was a first. Curiousity led the lady to dial the number of Otto's bar to find out what was going on. This could have been one of those weird scavenger hunt or geo-casheing things. Either way it was obvious that someone wanted her to call this number, or go to the address and calling was all she could do while on shift. The clothing wasn't cheap either, though it did seem to be small, almost a teen's size.
  4. The future is ours.. isn't it?

    While Yusai was giving the insanely accurate measurements on Steal, the boy himself was huddled in a corner, holding onto his bruised face and watching a few drips of blood strike his robe. It was nothing new really, this was just his father's usual way of handling him. Amusing that he had forgot something like this. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He shifted a bit, waiting for his father and mother to start talking. really more like quite but heated arguing. Selfish, his father called him selfish, but he had no idea just what he had actually gave up. His freedom, his happiness... He sniffled a bit then got to his feet, and stumbled to the bathroom, he had to leave a message, he had to find a way to get himself free again. Insane really when all he had wanted was to let Yusai free. He wrote carefully with a strange pencil he found (eyeliner?) on the back of the material of his hidden shirt. His carefully written letters were a note giving Otto's bar's number and the address of his parent's estate. It was all he could do. He then closed his eyes tight sat on the edge of the bathtub and waited. It wouldn't be long before he was dragged out of bathroom and stuffed into the limo his father would have to drive home in There was no way they would slum it. He gave a small smirk then turned his head when the door opened looking at his father who promptly dragged him out of the room. **** It was about an hour later before they arrived back to the manor, and he was dragged to the secure lock up cell. AKA his room. It was terrible. The computer was the same, the windows were barred and his bed was pretty much the only thing there. The computer didn't seem to be hooked up, it was more of a prop to make him think that he had something in there. It was a bad joke really. None of the staff had the chance to see him and very likely none of them wouldn't even know he was there ever. He sighed weakly and sat down on the bed, wishing he could be anyone but there. In the hall he could hear his mother talking about proper security and how it would have to be beefed up outside. The whole situation was ironic really., He had no idea things would be like this. He had figured his going home would be a bit different, that maybe he would even be given some form of freedom. His parents still didn't acknowledge that he was their kid. He was just a bad publicity risk. He wondered why the heck his parents had wanted kids anyway. One thung had not changed at all though, his hidden gloves, bandages and pocket knife was still under one of the base boards. He slid the familiar gloves on, and settled on his bed again, looking out the window at the darkening sky. **** The investigation into finding Steal was a slow going process, or at least it seemed like one to the staff working with Otto. How in the world could they have lost Yusai's friend? The bracelet had been located and given to Yusai who seemed devastated to have seen it. For the detective that has been phoned though things were even stranger. He had been spending hours researching information on not only the missing young man but the family and he didn't like the scorpion nest he had found. How could a family that prominent have been hiding their son for so long. Other than a few publicity stills there was nothing there, no sports stories, academics, public interests, nothing. It was like their son was a puppet brought out to dance once in a blue moon. Only in the last couple of years had anything appeared. Logan leaned back in his chair and sighed not noticing another member of the agency walking in humming, At least not until he started crowing about closing his case and returning a missing heir to his family. It was all Logan could do to keep himself from throwing a pen at the other man.
  5. The future is ours.. isn't it?

    While Yusai was giving the insanely accurate measurements on Steal, the boy himself was huddled in a corner, holding onto his bruised face and watching a few drips of blood strike his robe. It was nothing new really, this was just his father's usual way of handling him. Amusing that he had forgot something like this. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He shifted a bit, waiting for his father and mother to start talking. really more like quite but heated arguing. Selfish, his father called him selfish, but he had no idea just what he had actually gave up. His freedom, his happiness... He sniffled a bit then got to his feet, and stumbled to the bathroom, he had to leave a message, he had to find a way to get himself free again. Insane really when all he had wanted was to let Yusai free. He wrote carefully with a strange pencil he found (eyeliner?) on the back of the material of his hidden shirt. His carefully written letters were a note giving Otto's bar's number and the address of his parent's estate. It was all he could do. He then closed his eyes tight sat on the edge of the bathtub and waited. It wouldn't be long before he was dragged out of bathroom and stuffed into the limo his father would have to drive home in There was no way they would slum it. He gave a small smirk then turned his head when the door opened looking at his father who promptly dragged him out of the room. **** It was about an hour later before they arrived back to the manor, and he was dragged to the secure lock up cell. AKA his room. It was terrible. The computer was the same, the windows were barred and his bed was pretty much the only thing there. The computer didn't seem to be hooked up, it was more of a prop to make him think that he had something in there. It was a bad joke really. None of the staff had the chance to see him and very likely none of them wouldn't even know he was there ever. He sighed weakly and sat down on the bed, wishing he could be anyone but there. In the hall he could hear his mother talking about proper security and how it would have to be beefed up outside. The whole situation was ironic really., He had no idea things would be like this. He had figured his going home would be a bit different, that maybe he would even be given some form of freedom. His parents still didn't acknowledge that he was their kid. He was just a bad publicity risk. He wondered why the heck his parents had wanted kids anyway. **** The investigation into finding Steal was a slow going process, or at least it seemed like one to the staff working with Otto. How in the world could they have lost Yusai's friend? The bracelet had been located and given to Yusai who seemed devastated to have seen it.
  6. The future is ours.. isn't it?

    Steal was so woozy, he wasn't all that sure what was happening. He knew he was being taken somewhere. The guy that had been saying he was only looking for his missing cat was now taking him somewhere. When they stopped he felt like he was still moving for a while. It was as if the car was still forcing him into motion even though he was being pulled out of it. "Wh...?" he stammered a bit and felt like he was about to be sick. Finally he found his feet and blinked owlishly around. It was still a time before he realized just where he was. He noticed then who was with him. His mother, no wonder he was there, this was the kind of thing she would plan for, to take him away from any hope of happiness. Neither of his parents wanted him as anything more than a trophy. Sit, shut up, and let others see you. Nothing more nothing less. He let her drag him into the hotel, walking like a zombie. She didn't even need to physically pull him, he just followed like a lost puppy. Well, he had planned to head there on his own, now that he was here though, he regretted everything. His happiness would be gone forever. Steal walked into the suite and looked at the food on the trade and the glasses that had been set out. The thought of anything made him feel physically ill. He groaned and headed into the bathroom, not really listening to what she had to say. He didn't want to throw away his clothing, he didn't want to loose anything. Closing the bathroom door, he sat down on the toilet and closed his eyes, fighting back a series of sobs. He didn't want to do any of this but it was too late. Stowing away his clothing under the sink to perhaps be found by someone. Finally he stepped out of the room and walked into the main suite sitting down politely but with little expression on his face. Rather than seeming to mind though his mother was actually happier this way. To her he was being the way he should. Dressed in a preppy suit, hair brushed nicely. "Your hair.. it is butchered. The long hair showed your breeding." Soon enough he would be seeing his father though, and then the punishment would start. *** They had looked all over the building for some sign of what had happened to lose Steal and it was only when one of Otto's staff went out for a smoke break that the bracelet was found. He ran inside with it and took it right to Otto. The bracelet was engraved on the back with a notation that it was from Yusai for Steal's 20th. "Shit..." Otto paled a bit and ran over to Yusai with the bracelet. The meaning behind it being there was obvious. There was no way Steal would have left it willingly. He had been taken somewhere against his will. Calling the cops and telling them he had been taken wasn't going to work. They had to figure out where he was now. "Yusai, I am so sorry..." Otto rubbed his hands over his eyes and closed them tight. "Shit... what are we going to do now?" *** Steal watched with a fairly bland look on his face as his father finally walked into the room. The man walked over and grabbed him by the face lifting him that way to his feet. He glared at the young man. "Seems we didn't treat you good enough? You were not getting everything you could want? Well, you have a lot to learn." He dropped Steal back down, watching as his son folded his hands and silently sat in place. Sneering he walked back across the room. "Living with a strange man, going to bars every day.. bringing shame on our family, this is not how we taught you." The elder man paced back and forth. "We will be taking you home and you will start going through training again. I will not have you being like this. We are going to set you up in a different room and start you back into proper behaviour." The words could only mean one thing to him. He would be beaten mercilessly for a while until he repented for all he had done. Still deep inside he would hold onto what and who he was. Maybe some day he would see his friends again. Why had he ever wanted to go back with these people. Oh, for Yusai, this was all for Yusai. ((so sorry.. TnT))
  7. The future is ours.. isn't it?

    Steal was feeling nauseated. The fumes of the chloroform had not hit him well. When he realized who it was that he was with, he was so confused. He wanted me to help him find his cat... why? Then the other words slowly sank in. My mom. He groaned audibly, not at all sure what this was really all about, he just knew that he wanted to get the heck out of here and back where he should be. The phone was ringing in his pocket and he watched as Ian frisked himself then reached over to try and get the phone from him. He didn't want to give the phone back, that was a clear mistake but then again he didn't really want to be roughed up either. Wait, being roughed up was what was coming to him anyway. Why wait for it? "No..." He said softly, "I will not give the phone to you. There is no reason." Ian gave him a look that clearly said that there is a reason. "Give it over." "No!" Steal said, shaking his head, only to feel as the car pulled over and Ian undid his seat belt, reaching over and grabbing Steal by the neck. "I said that no one cared about the condition you were in." The phone was grabbed from Steal's pocket, and he was half slammed onto the door. "Keep it up and you will not like it." Steal cringed and bowed his head, watching as the phone was turned off and the sim was yanked from it before he pulled back onto the road. ~~~ Lance was terrified, why the heck was Steal missing? His band had finally found out and they too were worried. This was not normal for Steal, who liked to be there to help clean up. Now that he wasn't able to be reached on his phone, they were picking up in panic. There was only one more thing they could do, and they did it. "Call the cops." Lance sat at the bar chewing his lip, it was clear that Yusai was getting worked up. There is only one possible thing that happened, or rather two and both were terrifying. He was taken or he was killed. He started pacing around, who would have done that and why? No one was telling him anything. Otto had clamped up, Yusai was brooding and had cleared the bar out of anyone not needed. The band were doing something close to recon, walking around the bar to see if there was any clues, or rather they had planned to before realizing they may ruin some of the evidence. Was there any? ((this post so sucks... I suck...))
  8. The future is ours.. isn't it?

    Steal had found himself so busy lately. He and Lance had been hanging out, and Steal was trying to find the other man a boyfriend, someone to relax him a bit. He had done all he could to make it clear that he had someone he liked and was trying to keep it open and available. He made sure that didn't cramp their time though but what it did do, was distance him from the growing tension of Yusai. The other man seemed off lately. Like he had been tense and now he was just distant. Steal sighed and settled down in a chair in the garage studio of his reformed band. They were happy to be jamming together again. When they finally went on break, Steal sat down outside and closed his eyes. Even while playing music and singing his mind was plagued with thoughts. He had been spending so much time with Lance, and he had been kind of hiding from Yusai. With a shake of his head to toss the thoughts away he looked up, just as one of his band mates, Joel came out with his wife. "Hey you two." He waved one hand at them as they sat down on either side of him. "You are pretending hun." Kim said patting his shoulder a little. "We can all see something is still eating you. It doesn't hurt your singing but it does make us hurt a bit. Is there something we can help with?" Steal shook his head and sighed, rubbing one hand over his eyes, his glove worn and soft feeling like a comfort to him. "No, nothing that anyone can help with. I just have to keep moving forward. The gig is tomorrow anyway." Joel nodded and glanced at his wife, both knowing that there really was no way to pull Steal out of the funk he was in. "Gotcha. Well the bar is sold out for the night. It will be a big one." The younger man nodded and looked down at his phone seeing that Otto had called. He frowned and waved one hand. "We are pretty much set, the new song I plan to cover sounds amazing so.. I think I will scoot for the night." He looked again at the screen of his phone and tapped out a message. What do you mean he is in a bad mood? Something wrong? Steal had no way to react to the next stream of messages that covered what had happened and the mistake. He grimaced and sat down on a park bench, his stomach dropping. He would have rather had Otto tell him the truth... With the way Yusai reacted to the thought of Otto being bi, there was no way he was going to take well to Steal. How in the world did Yusai not know anyway? His hands trembled as he lowered the phone to his lap, no longer seeing anything around him. Give him space, give him room, give him time. The suggestions of others didn't seem to work. If anything they just drew things farther and farther apart until it no longer seemed that they were anything more than two people who just pass each other by. ~~~~ The band was set up, the audience was waiting. Steal looked down at his clothing. Tight jeans, well worn and comfortable to move in, a loose button down shirt, with the top three buttons undone. His hair had been styled, slightly spiky by Lance who was out there somewhere now, and he was wearing eyeliner. It made him look more mature and more like a rock star, and the finishing touch, a light powdering of something that sparkled, courtesy of Kim. He walked out and took the mike, singing three songs the audience was used to. He moved gracefully like a wild cat on the stage, all movements practiced, even as he looked around at who was out there, and Yusai at the bar. Now was the time. He started into a song he needed to sing. He tried to meet Yusai's eye as he started: Say something, I'm giving up on you I'll be the one if you want me to Anywhere I would've followed you Say something, I'm giving up on you He was doing the best he could to put all his emotions into the song, his heart bleeding out with each word. And I... am feeling so small It was over my head I know nothing at all And I... will stumble and fall I'm still learning to love Just starting to crawl The world seemed to fade out, it was just him and the lyrics. Him and the message he was trying so hard to pour out to the man who could never seem to understand it. Say something, I'm giving up on you I'll be the one if you want me to Anywhere I would've followed you Say something, I'm giving up on you He didn't even notice as several people in the audience tried to follow his gaze, eyes growing moist. He didn't realize as Ian stepped out beside him and lit up a smoke. He was in his own world. Maybe that was why when Ian reached over with a rag and pressed it over Steal's mouth and nose the silver haired man couldn't react with more than a slight struggle. His hand lashed out, a silver bracelet with his name on it snapping off his wrist as Ian lifted him up and carried him to the parking lot. To anyone who was just glancing over it would seem someone was carrying off a drunk friend. The only evidence of something happening was the bracelet. And I... will swallow my pride You're the one that I love And I'm saying goodbye Then even Lance was in tears, reading the message, that he was pleading with all his might for Yusai to just notice, if even this once that he was feeling something, Say something, I'm giving up on you And I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you And anywhere I would've followed you (Oh-Ooh) Say something, I'm giving up on you The room felt like it was empty to Steal, it was just him and the one person he was singing to, he didn't even care that he was starting to cry himself now. This felt too much like the end for him. Could someone miss a confession like this? Say something, I'm giving up on you Say something... The words trailed off and the music stopped. Once it did Steal turned and walked off stage, not able to continue. He headed out the side door to sit down and think about everything. He didn't realize as Ian walked out and lit up a smoke next to him, fiddling with something else a moment later. With his head down he didn't notice as Ian placed a rag over his nose and mouth, and so was only able to struggle slightly. He lashed out with one hand, his bracelet snapping off his wrist, hitting the ground. Ian took no note as he caught Steal and lifted him, carrying him to the parking lot and his waiting car. The only evidence of something wrong was the bracelet of thin silver with Steal's name on it, something he would not have left behind.
  9. The future is ours.. isn't it?

    Steal was a little surprised at how the apartment felt rather, still when he got inside, as if nothing had been happening in the place since he left, which was further revealed through the fact that Yusai seemed startled and had not got his messages. What in the world had the older man been doing all day? Maybe he still was feeling really badly? Steal frowned a moment before checking to see if Yusai had a fever and asked if he wanted something to eat. Turning back to the kitchen was all that had stopped him from seeing any sign that talking about Lance was making Yusai jealous. He just kept rambling on about having something to eat and going for a walk. Talking a lot and really just connecting with someone. He puttered around getting something for his room mate to eat, then headed over to the sitting area and handed it over. "So, it seems that Lance is half Korean and half Japanese, which is actually kind of cool. I asked him if he would mind teaching me some Japanese and he said it was fine. It is something I have wanted to learn a bit of for a while." His speaking had an energetic animation since he finally had something new to talk about, and likely it got tiring fast. No, there was no 'likely' about it, Yusai seemed to switch off after a while and Steal picked up on it after a bit of a delay. He let his words trail off and he stopped talking, instead starting to play with Prince with a piece of yarn. The cat bounced around having the time of it's life and Steal focused on it, letting Yusai be alone with the thoughts he was having. Something had been bothering him for a time and it seemed that he didn't want to share. If only he would they may be able to get past it together, but the more Yusai blocked him out, the harder it was to feel that there would ever be a moment when they clicked. Just one word could crack this all open, but I don't know what word it would take. The thought was nearly crippling but there was no getting around it. "I was asked if I would be able to get the band back together for a show.. I figured I would send out messages to them.." He shrugged a little as he walked to grab a laptop. He wasn't sure what one he had picked up since he and Yusai were not set one one that they and they alone used, but when it opened Steal frowned at the page. He didn't say anything but was a little baffled at the site. Why would Yusai look at this site.. unless.. Shit, I must have left some porn open and Yusai is still denying that I am gay.. Crap. How to deal with this? No matter how Steal mentioned it to Yusai the other man seemed to block the words. He was never sure if it was heard or just pushed to a deeply hidden side of his mind. Steal closed the window and headed into the mail applications to send out the invite for another set as a group at the club, knowing that the others wouldn't get back to him until at least the next day. In the mean time he had some studies to catch up on and he didn't want to put them off anymore. "Sai, I am going to sit out on the balcony and do a bit of studying while there is still light, call me if you need me." He waved one hand and headed out to sit in one of the rather uncomfortable plastic chairs they had set up. The sight was great though, looking out into the clear sky. There was a soft ripple of wind that caught his hair and let it fluff around a bit. It was relaxing. Who knows how long he was out there, surely enough that the light of sunset was a crimson and gold spectical across the sky. He looked up and watched the amazing light show as the sun lowered and night came on strong. This would be romantic. Just sitting here, sipping a chilled drink watching the sun go down... He pulled his feet up to the lip of the chair seat, balancing his book on his knees. There was so much going on, but so little he could do about any of it. Down on the street below, and certain red haired man was sitting in his car watching the building with a sense of regret. He had been thinking of all the things he was doing and wondered why he was bothering. The pay of course but, what had this kid done to be hounded so much when he didn't seem to be doing anything more than living his life. He seemed to be keeping his nose clean, staying out of trouble, at least more than many others do yet he was still being hunted like some kind of rat who is living in the walls. If he is not caught what is the worst he could do? Get famous for his singing? Oh the shame of having a gay singer in the family. Then there was the pure denial of his family. He is not gay just misguided. Set him up with the right girl and he will realize his errors. Families like that need to be stopped. But the money.. shit, he needed the money. He muttered and called the boy from the bar. Hey Lance, nice to talk to you again, you ever get through to that singer guy from the bar? Really.. can't wait to see him preform. Yeah call me when he sets a date.. gotcha.. Ian felt like such an ass...
  10. The future is ours.. isn't it?

    Steal was sitting in the car thinking. It was interesting that Lance was finally talking to him in a more relaxed way, and he was glad that he had sent the message to Yusai to give him warning that he may be late in getting back. If things stayed this relaxed he may actually be able to have a nice evening with a friend. When Lance mentioned the band 'The Closing Curtain' , Steal had to think for a moment. "I am not too into the group, but I did like their song "One Coloured Rainbow." He hummed a bit to the chorus. "For me the music was in me forever. I loved singing from when I was little and no one else really knew. "I was always big into Bon jovi." He smiled a bit. "I know some people think it is too mainstream to like a group that everyone knows. I just felt for it, plus Jon is hot. his long hair stage was just... hmmm." Steal laughed a bit and shook his head. "Bad Medicine indeed." Steal leaned back in the seat and checked to see if Yusai had responded to the message but there was nothing. He shrugged a bit then pointed to the left. "And there is where I shall have my stitches removed.. ahh what a lovely thing to be happening.." He rolled his eyes. "Anyway, I will be about half an hour." He waited for the car to stop and park then skipped inside the building still making small talk. ~~~ "So, I have no idea what went on, but he was done fast and now I am done with that." Steal sat down at a table in the restaurant and looked at the menu in front of him, he had sent out one more message to Yusai just hoping he had a good evening, and the location of the restaurant in case something came up. He again mentioned that he was out on the date and that he would be back later. Things had still been easy with Lance and they were both laughing at the table. The staff did cast a few confused looks at them taking a table for two but no one dared say anything, not when there was a chance of a good tip in the early evening. "So anyway the guy who was before me was still screaming his head off as if someone was taking off his leg, and I was thinking that I may be better off just going home and trying to remove these myself, Two nurses go running in and they are both shouting, and when they came out, the guy was following them. I swear the cut on his leg was so tiny and there was no reason for it, he was such a wimp. The waiter then came over to find out what they wanted to drink. He smiled warmly at Lance and then just gave a tiny glance at Steal as if he wasn't there. Steal could only smirk as he realized that this guy was interested in Lance. He leaned back and waited to see what was going to happen, since Lance seemed to not realize what was going on. Steal ordered a juice and leaned forward. "Sooo tell me why did you go into hair styling? There were surely many other things you wanted to do, not that what you are doing isn't great. I do go there for a reason."
  11. The future is ours.. isn't it?

    Steal continued to sleep, half curled like a kitten, his fingers even doing something akin to the kneading gesture, right up until his own cell phone scared the crap out of him. A long guitar refrain started, getting a bit louder until the silver haired man's eyes shot open. He sat up straight and glanced around only to find, to his shock and dismay a note and some cash on the nightstand beside him. "Sorry, not well, cab fair." Brief, to the point and a bit distressful. He hated going alone, it made his anxiety shoot right up, but there was no one else to call. Well he could call Otto and be treated like a sissy, call Lance and deal with that level of awkwardness or... He shook his head and got dressed mumbling softly to himself. What would he do? Cab? He looked at the money and cringed, before tucking it back into Yusai's wallet. He would figure something out, first he would feed Prince, and go get a drink.. an ice cappuccino with extra whipped cream. As he stepped outside he nearly ran right into the red haired man. Was he being stalked? Steal looked around, his mouth opening and closing a moment, his heart racing with uncertainty. "Uh.. I.. I..." He gulped and tried to step past him. "S-sorry about.. I mean.. I know you needed my help but.. I have things I need to do too, did you find your cat?" Ian, or that was the name he gave nodded. "Oh yeah, she came home not a problem. I just wanted to say sorry, and I wanted to ask something. I hear you sing at a bar, and some friends of mine are coming down and said they heard you. Are you going to preform again soon? I'm new around here and it seems you are something of a living legend.." Steal blinked a bit and turned his head, stopping to see of the man was mocking him, but the look was all seriousness. People were talking about his singing? That was.. wow.. "Umm, well I have been a bit busy lately. I didn't know anyone cared.." He shuffled his feet a bit. "If.. it really matters I could likely go next week or something and sing. I usually only do it for kicks anyway. I gave up on trying to go pro. No one really seemed to care." He shrugged and moved on, pressing on the door of the coffee shop. "I'm sorry I need to go.. got things to do still.." Ian held up a hand. "I get it. Maybe I will see you next week." Inside he grinned. Next week, if Steal went to sing, he would have a chance to pull him aside and set up a 'private' show, for some party and he could get him then. He was not going to risk blowing it this time and having Mrs. Masters chew him out more. No one would miss him if it was a planned event. He walked off feeling a bit smug and leaving a rather confused Steal behind. Inside the shop Steal grabbed his drink and started thinking again. If people were asking about him, heck talking about him maybe it was time for him to go the bar more often. He could still try again. He was young enough and had time to kill. Things in his private life seemed to be grinding to a halt. It was with this in mind that he left the shop and ran right into.. "Whoa.. Lance?" He had to have some kind of magnet shoved inside him where the sun wasn't shining the way people were just popping up like weeds today. Giving a bit of a smile he gave the same 'things to do' talk as he walked back toward home. This time though he got an offer of a drive to the hospital. "Hnn? Really? I thought you would be creeped out with me from the last time we met. I was .. a mess." He shook his head in shame. "So much in my head right now I am hardly sure where I am half the time." Lance nodded slowly and patted Steal lightly on the shoulder. "I get it. This is my day off anyway and it would be nice to spend time with you. Maybe to make up for the mess of last time we can just have a drive and an early dinner. Your appointment is in.. half an hour and there isn't time for the bus. This will help." Half an hour? Shit Steal looked at his phone and swallowed hard. "I took longer than I though, I... no money. Gah!" He started flailing around. "Shit.. I.. please take me there. I am doomed." It was comedic the way he over reacted but that was all the invite Lance was likely to need to drag Steal to his car for the drive to the hospital> On the way Steal texted Yusai. Getting Drive to Hospital with Lance, then having a Dinner Date. Be home a little late. He didn't even think about how Yusai would take the phrase Date, but it wasn't like Yusai cared about him that way, and it really was time to start thinking of dating people.
  12. The future is ours.. isn't it?

    The shower, which had stopped being a shower and turned into a masturbation session after a while ended with another soft cry leaving Steal's lips, and the evidence swirling away in a milky haze down the drain. It never felt like enough now, and he always felt.. unsatisfied after, and the reason for that was in the other room, sleeping away his sickness. Steal sighed and closed his eyes his head touching the shower wall again for a moment before he got out and dried off, making sure that everything was cleaned up before he left the room. When he returned to the bedroom he dressed in a light flannel set of pjs and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his hands as he thought for a bit about what he would do the next day if Yusai was still sick. Stay home again.. yeah that is likely what he would do. A stirring beside him had him looking over to see the blond with his eyes open, the dark skin still seeming a bit pale. He pressed one of his own hands to the other man's shoulder to make sure he stayed laying down. Other than the bathroom there was no need for Yusai to crawl out of bed and he made sure to say as much. "My hand.. oh.. um.. yeah, just took a bit of a spill. Split my knuckles and such.. nothing bad." He shrugged it off since it was actually a fairly normal injury for him. He was a klutz and if there was something to wound on himself he was doing it. Steal smiled down at Yusai and shifted close to him, resting his head on the other man's shoulder. "I'm more worried about you anyway. I will live through anything, not even a brick wall can kill me.." He smirked gesturing to his head. "Mmm, you really did have me worried.. I never saw you looking so bad.. glad you are actually awake now." Should he be snuggled up to Yusai like this? Part of his mind said that he should back off, make the split between them a bit cleaner.. stop clinging. The other stronger part wanted to hold on to what he had right now. It was only as he snuggled though that he noticed that Yusai must have been having a REALLY GOOD dream before Steal interrupted. Oops.. Er.. well if he pulled back now he would make things awkward, and his knee was pretty much resting RIGHT THERE.... shit.. What could he do other than stay in place? Well, part of him did want to tease... He rubbed with his knee slightly as if unaware, his head still on Yusai's chest. "Otto was here.. he seemed a bit let down you hadn't died yet.." He shook his head a bit. "I know he was really worried though.. He said you can have another couple of days off since you never take your sick leave.." Steal yawned softly. "I will make something good for you tomorrow, so you can stay in bed.. I will stay home with you.. maybe we can stream some movies or something.. just relax.. Heh, Netflix and Chill.." He knew Yusai wouldn't understand the Chill bit unless he really paid attention in the bar to what the younger crowd was saying. Even as he spoke though Steal's eyes started to close and he ceased moving and wriggling around to torture the other man, leaving things as is.. even if he was still longing himself. Yusai likely had a sexy dream girl to get back to. "Wish you could love me..." He murmured.. "like I love you..." As the words left him, so too did his consciousness. Unaware of things going on Prince streaked into the room, bounced off a wall and then went tearing off back out again, How that cat survived sometimes was a miracle.. ~~~ Shit.. shit shit.. The blond was in the way now. He had stopped Steal from leaving the house, kept him inside. How was he going to get Stephen alone at this rate? He would have to come up with something, and the best way to do that would be to go to the bar that Stephen frequented and find out what he did there. If he just worked it would be a bit harder, but if he had something else going on there he could get in on it. As things would have it, the first person the red haired man met, was Lance mourning over how Steal would not talk to him for the last couple days and how he blew it. Interesting.
  13. The future is ours.. isn't it?

    Upon dosing Yusai with the medicine, Steal was sure that he was going to at least get a bit of time to relax. How absurd that thought was, resting was not something he was going to be permitted. Steal had hardly sank down to a seated position, Prince climbing his leg, when his thoughts started racing. There was just too much going on. Hours soon passed with him just sitting like a stunned statue, looking no where and petting the cat who had taken up residence on his lap. He was finally thinking of going to check on Yusai again when someone knocked on the door. The logical assumption was that it would be Otto or the nice lady from across the hall letting him know something else, but he had not expected to see the man from the other day. How did he get the address? He wondered a moment, still not having taken care of his own hand, he opened the door with a shock of pain. Hnn, must get that cleaned up. He stood there in shock only to be greeted like a long time friend. "Hi, I'm sure you remember me, you said you were going to help me find my cat?" Steal blinked slowly, his head whirling. Did he give this man his address and just forget? That had to be the case. He stammered something softly, in the negative, which the man didn't like. "Come on, you said you would help, the longer I wait the less chance I will ever get of finding my cat again." Okay that was true, the city was a bad place for cats.. but still something felt really wrong. Steal shook his head. "I, I am really sorry but that can't happen right now. I have a lot going on and if I leave now it would be a bad thing. I am sure you understand.." Nope, understanding wasn't something that was happening right now. For some reason, rather than letting things go, the man seemed to be getting mad. "If it was your cat I would help you." Low blow.. Steal's voice broke as he whispered. "Come on, that.. that is so mean.. I WANT to help but my friend is sick.. I can't just leave him like this..." The red head arched a brow. "Is your friend a kid? It isn't good for a grown man to be living with a kid you know, and if it isn't a kid then they can take care of themselves." How had things taken this route? "H-Hey, that isn't fair.." Steal's voice was raising a bit as he shook his head. "Look, I can't go.. why can't you understand that? I can help later!" Shouldn't the man be out looking rather than arguing? Why hadn't he called instead of coming and wasting both of their time? Just as things were starting to reach a pitch that cast Steal over the edge, a voice behind him made him snap his mouth shut. Yusai. When the other man told the red head he wasn't interested the other walked away in a huff. Steal turned around shutting the door softly, leaning his back on it after. "He.. he wanted me to help him find his cat. I said I would but I didn't say when, he just didn't want to waste time I guess." Taking a stabilizing breath the younger man walked toward Yusai and pressed the other down into the bed, cuddling up behind him. He sighed weakly again wondering what had started this maze of mess. His own soft nature it seemed. He just couldn't stand the idea of a cat hurt. Weird that he cared less for the owners than for the cats. He hugged Yusai and took a nap himself, waking later to make something for them to eat and make sure that Yusai's next meds were ready. He then hopped into the shower his eyes half closed as he stood there letting the water rush over his body. This was nice, there were not many chances for him to just stand there and let the water wash over him and to think. He started slowly processing the day, then not too long after the water eased his muscles and mind. He then started thinking of other things.. like the man in the other room. Steal lathered his body up and then slid his hand down, cupping himself a moment before pressing one hand against the wall and working his hand. He had to bite back a soft moan as he wondered what it would feel like to have the other man's stronger hand doing what he was. The feeling of a rougher palm against him. }}i{{
  14. The future is ours.. isn't it?

    Steal sighed weakly as he realized that his confession was pointless. Yusai was just way too sick. Steal closed his eyes and started to just rest, still not thinking of his phone, or really anything at all. As he was half drifting off he became aware that Yusai was going to be sick. He jumped out of bed and rushed inside the bathroom to sooth the other man. It was only then that he realized that there was nothing to give him to make him feel better. No medication, what kind of person has absolutely NOTHING by way of medications? Steal gulped and pawed through the medicine cabinet. Realizing he had no other choice Steal rushed to get the wallet that Yusai suggested before pulling out some money. He ran back in to see if Yusai would be okay, then did something else. Yusai was likely not aware that Steal called Otto, telling him that Yusai was badly sick. "Otto, I am afraid, he is really bad off.. I don't know what to get him. I don't want to leave him like this, what if he .. what if he gets worse!" Steal was unsure what to do. He had to go get something but how could he leave Yusai alone like this. Steal in a scared fit of worry called on one of the neighbors that knew Yusai and him and asked them to sit with Yusai a moment while he rushed to get something. If anyone was to see Steal running down the street they would have thought he was looking for the police or something. He ran to the pharmacy and rushed around in a state of blind panic. What do you get for someone with a high fever, who was vomiting? He ran up and down the aisles and finally found something that would be suitable. He paid for it and ran down the street back to the apartment bowling into a random person and falling on his backside from the recoil. He winced and looked down at the package on the ground near him making sure nothing had happened to it, not even thinking of how badly he had tore his pants and scraped up his palms. Grabbing the bag and running or rather pushing past the person he headed to the apartment, leaving a bloody streak on the other's jacket. The investigator was baffled at why Steal was running so blindly. He looked at the ground arching a brow at the blood. Something was up to get him so worked to that point but he had no idea what it was. The other thing on his mind was how this was the second time that the same car was coming to the building, the first time the driver had waited for Steal to come out and they had took of somewhere, this time the driver was heading inside. He would have to find out who this person was. More things to look up. Steal fumbled at the door for a bit before getting inside, the smeared blood making it look like someone had been attacked but the pale young man wasn't even thinking about it. He rushed to the bedroom, where the neighbor was sitting in a chair at Yusai's bedside applying a damp cloth. "His fever is still up but not as bad as it had seemed. You seem to have been a bit worked up for nothing, it is a touch of the flu and he will be fine." She chuckled softly her attention both on the blond and on her young daughter who was baiting Prince with a piece of yarn. Steal nodded and pulled out the medication to give some to Yusai only then noticing the road rash on his palms. Embedded gravel and dirt mixed with blood made for a bad image, but he shrugged it off. Yusai first then himself. As he knelt on the bed and forced the older man to take the liquid that he had bought Otto walked in and stood by the door. "Is he dead yet? You made it seem like he was going to croak any moment." All eyes turned to Otto who just shrugged. "Well you did.." With enough other people to take some of the stress off himself Steal finally broke down. "I was scared, I never saw anyone so bad.." He looked at his hands, mechanically rubbing at them as if that would clean the dirt off them. "He.. I don't want to lose him. What do I do?" "Tell him?" The neighbor suggested. "I tried... he doesn't understand." Steal took a wet cloth that was abandoned on the end table. He wiped at the seeping blood and the gravel wincing as he made a lovely mess of himself, forcing Otto to grab the cloth and start cleaning them roughly. "Gentle doesn't help, lets leave the room to Yusai so he can sleep. When you are cleaned up take some med's yourself, I can guarantee you are going to get sick with the bug he has by this evening." Less than half an hour later Steal's hands were bandaged, and he was sent to sit in the room and watch TV, while keeping Yusai company. Well, talk about too much going on for one morning.
  15. The future is ours.. isn't it?

    Steal still felt terrified and miserable. He looked at the man who had taken him out to breakfast and shook his head weakly. "Otto I don't know how to do this. I don't want him to hate me but.. You didn't see his face yesterday, you didn't see the pure disgust." He choked weakly hands covering his face a moment. "He looked at me like he didn't, couldn't touch me." Steal whimpered, his whole body starting to tremble. It was early and there were not too many people in the diner, which was not so surprising, most would just order and take their food to go. The only ones looking at them were other tired diners who wanted to sleep or just finish up. Steal raised his tear streaked face, and rubbed the heels of his hands over his eyes. "I don't know what to do, I know that I need to go back, you are right but.. what if he.. what if he tells me that he can't stand me, that he has only been acting to.. I don't know out of pity." Steal was babbling, his stomach was upset but he managed to eat a little, he didn't want to seem rude. "If he, if he reacts badly, will you take me then?" The thought of going back to his prison hurt, but it was a hard possibility. The chances were high that he was going to be pushed away again and he would not be able to take it. He was so worried that he hardly noticed Otto paying the bill and guiding him back to the car. It was like a blink before he was in the Apartment, opening the door to see Yusai there, still atop the bed where he had been left. He didn't look well and Steal said as much before he went to make the other man a hot drink. When he returned though, that was when the tension rose. He sat down on the side of the bed, handing Yusai the hot mug. "So.. I went, with Otto for a bit.. I.. " He swallowed again and closed his eyes. "He said we should talk, something.. needs to be said." Steal started twisting his hands in the bed sheets, in a nervous gesture that really didn't do anything to help at all. He looked at the other man's sick tired face and felt bad. Maybe this was a bad time? He had been something he was putting off. Well Yusai had said that he was willing to talk about it. Steal curled his legs under himself, and looked at the other man, his pale face getting even more pale. "I.. was going to leave today. I mean, not because I don't like you, but.. It feels like you are starting to hate me." His voice broke as he lowered his head even more, any lower and he would be laying face down on the bed. "Usually when I touch you, you don't flinch, is it because I am gay? Is it because... Yusai... I love you." He started weeping openly, lifting his face to look at the other man. "I am really, really in love with you but I know you can't love me back and.. if that is a problem I will leave, I will stop hurting you." He buried his face in the bedding again, his shoulders shaking as he sobbed weakly. He had said it, he had actually said that he loved Yusai. "I.. want to be with you.. I want to be WITH you, I am.. I love you so much." He trembled more and curled onto his side, not even noticing as Prince climbed onto the bed. The whole time the phone was vibrating, a message had come in and he was not able to look at it yet. He couldn't do anything other than cry. Yusai was too silent. He hadn't said anything, hadn't even moved. Steal didn't know what any of it represented. Was he being silently told off? He murmured softly. "S-should I leave?"