A Slave's Demeanor

[b.lueeyes]

Luc's eyes widened at the declaration, at the emotion in those words. He was really determined for this, wasn't he? Getting him out of here. The teen gave the very smallest of smiles, the first real in a long time, and stood slowly, walking towards the agent. "You're a good guy," he said truthfully, reaching up to touch his cheek. "I believe you can do this."

 

Footsteps sounded outside, along with a familiar voice. Luc's blood went cold, his face paling visibly. "Dan," he whispered, his eyes directed to the door. They didn't have much time left. The pianist leant forward and pressed a small, warm kiss to the man's cheek, pulling back and keeping his eyes on Mihael's. "Thank you." He whispered. "Give Noah my love, okay?"

[Teesie]

Mihael looked surprised. The kid had kissed him. The most gentle of kisses. Looking away he nodded. "I will...promise." he said to the boy. They were here to take him away from him.

 

Mihael sighed. He waz enjoying his company even though all the subject were sad. He had learned something from the boy and he will save him not matter what. He would even give his life up for the boy as he stated previously.

 

Looking to the door it had opened. Mihael stood. He was so ready to leave.

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Pulling his hands back, he stepped away just in time before the door opened. A tall man with dark red hair stepped through, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief, a gauze attached to his temple. "Time to go, sweetheart, I'm taking you home tonight."

 

Luc looked away. Of course they'd make Dan actually escort him home too, just his luck. He stepped forward and the man grabbed him by the upper arm, dragging him towards the door. "Boys, you take care of this guy, you know the drill." The teen's eye widened in alarm and he stopped, pulling back on Dan's grip just outside the door. What were they going to do. Dan grabbed him by the hair, letting go of his arm in favour of throwing his hand back across his face, a resounding slap echoing through the corridor as the guards crowded the door, blocking Mihael's view. "Don't fight me, I've had enough of your bullshit for this month." With his hand resting on his stinging cheek, Dan dragged him down the corridor.

[Teesie]

Mihael heard the sound of a echoed slap he rushed to the door trying to push past the guards though they grabbed him and slammed him against the wall.

 

"You promised not to hurt him!" he yelled wishing that Dimitri had heard him. He put his head down. This was all bullshit. He wished there was more than he could do. Now these guards were about to beat him to an inch of his life. Well as long as he lived he would be fine.

[b.lueeyes]

Dan kept dragging him down the corridor, and Luc kept his hand pressed to the sharply stinging cheek. No matter what he wouldn't cry again. He'd had enough crying for tonight. He heard Mihael's words echoing down the corridor, and couldn't help but have to bite his lip. The poor guy...that wasn't the kind of hurt they'd meant.

 

He was dragged out into the alleyway and practically thrown into the back of the same white van that had picked them up yesterday, Dan climbing into the back with him. After closing the door, the redhead took hold of his arm and dragged him over to the seat he was going to be sitting on, and pulling him to straddle his lap, his arms wrapping around his waist. Luc kept quiet, he didn't speak, and he didn't move until they got back to the share house.

 

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The guards pushed him back into the room, four of them entering the room, eyeing up the man. One of them, the blonde from the back door, jerked his head towards Mihael, and the men launched. They would make sure this guy knew what he was getting into, make sure he knew not to mess with them in case he wanted to be beaten down again, and again.

[Teesie]

Mihael was couching blood. He had taken quite the beating. He was now splayed across the street. After beating him they carried him and not so gently threw him into the road.

 

Mihael tries to curl up, but his body ached so bad. His ribs were broken. He could feel it. Damn that would delay the plans. He would have to go to the hospital and recover, but Noah. No he had to save Noah before tomorrow....before it was too late.

 

Reaching for the car in front of him he scream using it to stand. His body was on fire. Scorching pain running through him.

 

Kneeling over he couched more blood. This was all bullshit, but he expected to be beat so it wasn't suprising.

[b.lueeyes]

Dan took him by the arm and none-too-gently pulled him inside, passing by Erik, Ray, Kenneth, Cas and the guards, who were all congregated in the living room. Ray jumped to his feet at the sight of him, calling out his name but Luc didn't raise his head. Instead, he let himself he dragged up the stairs, half tripping over his yukata. The redhead took him all the way down to the end of the corridor to a room he'd never been into and threw him onto the bare floor, standing over him. "For making that stupid deal, the boss has decided you'll be spending a couple days in solitary. So enjoy yourself, Lucan."

 

With that he slammed the door and locked it. The teen stayed sprawled on the floor for quite some time, the pools of silver fabric flung around him. He could see a ragged looking mattress towards one side of the room, and he crawled towards it slowly. When he finally got there, he collapsed and curled himself up, tucking his legs to his chest and pulling the fabric over the exposed parts. All Luc could think of was Mihael; all he could imagine was those hazel eyes, clenched in pain and agony...he fell asleep to those images, tears falling down his cheeks.

[Teesie]

The guards hadn't given him back his phone nor his guns. Groaning Mihael stumbled across the street before reaching for a citizen falling in the progress ripping the ladies coat. She screamed before looking back. She covered her mouth before bending down. "Oh my! I'll call an ambulence."

 

"No! I-I need a cab." Mihael said. He couldn't go to the hospital yet. He had to see Noah.

 

"No sweet heart you need a ambulence." She states pulling out her phone dialing for emergency.

 

Mihael stood grunting as he did. He slowly limped away from the woman, but she tries calling him back. He ignored her. He needed a cab so that he could go to his office search for Noah and find him. Tell him about the situation. Then get him the CDs Lucan had made. Give them protection and finally go to the hospital.

[b.lueeyes]

Downstairs, Ray was anxiously pulling on his hair, sitting with his legs tucked up to his chest. The club had been a shambles tonight; Red Zone had gone ahead and all hell had broken loose. He and the others, who had been on stage except for Erik, who had been on tables, had been grabbed immediately and ushered out the back, followed by others that they had just pushed out into the corridors. He'd heard something about cops, gunshots had sounded. There had been screams...

 

The group looked up as Dan came downstairs, and it was then that they noticed the bloody bandage on the side of his head. He spoke quickly, rolling his eyes at their stairs. "The club will be closed for a little while, there will probably be police investigations into some things...but there's nothing to worry about. We've got other places. You'll all go back to work tomorrow night. Except," he jerked his head towards the ceiling. "Lucan dear will be staying in solitary for two days. No food, no heat, no water, no company. If I so much as hear that any of you have been down the end of the hall, I will gut you myself."

[Teesie]

Mihael was leaned against a building. He couldn't walk. Though he had to get Noah today. Breathing heavily Mihael saw cop cars rush past him in a line. Like it was never ending. So the back up had showed up finally. It was too late for his liking, but whatever. One stopped with Mark rushing to him.

 

"Dude are you ok? I'm sorry." he said picking him up. "I was a bit shaken up. It took them to long. We have to get you to a hospital."

 

There was no more denying it. He did need a hospital, but he would tell Mark about Noah... He would make him get the boy. Make him protect him until he recovered.

 

Mark helped him stand before putting him in the car. He began to drive him to a hospital.

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Erik stood up sharply, staring at Dan. "What'd he do to deserve solitary? He wasn't even there!" The Russian yelled, and the guards looked at each other. This kid wasn't to be touched, they knew that.

 

Dan, however, glared at him. "Boss' orders, Ricky," he spat the name, placing a hand on his slender hip. "All you need to know is that you're going back to work tomorrow. Get some sleep, don't fuck it up tomorrow. We don't need any more trouble after tonight. Boys, make sure they get to bed."

 

With that, the redhead left, slamming the back door behind him. Ray looked to Erik, who stood with a perplexed expression on his face. "Erik, what's happened?" Kenneth asked quietly. "What does that mean?"

 

The Russian ran a hand through his hair, his shoudlers slumping. "It means the tiger upstairs is in some serious kind of shit."

[Teesie]

Mihael was lying in the bed of a hospital now. Mark had promised to get Noah tonight telling him that Lucah had wanted this. Mihael was upset with himself he had failed once again, but not really. He would have to give the CDs to Noah once he recovered. He felt so useless. He hadn't accomplished shit today without the help of someone else. 'Its not your fault Mihael' he told himself. 'Your doing the best you can' a dry chuckle came from him. If this was the best he could do then it was pathetic.

 

A nurse walkes in asking him a series of question, which he gave no answers to. She had given up and left to say she'd return tomorrow. Mihael would be released tomorrow at specifically ten thirty. He was happy. Then he could speak with Noah Dorsier for himself.

[b.lueeyes]

The four of them were escorted upstairs to their room by the guards, all of them silent as they moved down the corridor. Ray paused as he heard a scuffle down the hallway and his eyes worried at the sight of the locks pulled on the doors at the end of the corridor. Luc was in there; cold and probably thirsty.

 

"Don't worry, he'll be out soon..." Erik told him quietly, placing a hand on his shoulder and guiding him into their room. "Two days, and then we can clean him up and make sure he's okay." Erik damn well hoped he was okay; he knew just who had requested Luc tonight.

 

And now, for that, he was worried.

 

(Skip??)

[Teesie]

Mihael layed in the bed worried about the kid. That red-headed guy had clearly hurt him after they promised not to; or was it that they only promised not to kill him? No! Dimitri said nothing about death unless he told someone about their orginization. They had promised damnit! He said the boy would be fine. Mihael didn't want the boy harmed in any damn way even if it was just emotionally.

 

Hmph...as if thugs like that could stop from hurting anyone that upset them. Damn those idiots. He hoped they all burned in hell. He couldn't wait 'til it was his day of revenge. He would make sure they were treated like shit!

 

Midnight would hit soon. He should get some sleep. Closing his eyes he fell asleep.

 

(Sure just name how many days.)

[b.lueeyes]

(Three? Perhaps they keep him in the hospital for three days, and don't allow him to leave?)

 

He sat on the couch downstairs, curled up against one side of it with his head curled into his knees. He had his eyes closed, but there was no way that he wasn't aware of his surroundings. It was around nine in the morning, but that didn't matter. All the blinds were drawn, the lights off. None of the others were up yet, and Luc was kind of glad. The entire of yesterday they had taken care of him in one way or another. They'd helped him bathe, cooked for him and sent him to bed; they'd gone to work, but only after making sure he was absolutely comfortable with everything.

 

"You'll be okay kid," Erik had said, placing a hand on his hair. "You'll be okay..."

 

He sat back against the armrest, reaching up to touch his cheek. The bruises had mostly faded, just yellowy-green splotches on his left cheek. But earlier...they had been dark purple, red even. Dan could hit hard; that much he knew first hand now.

 

Mihael... He thought, his eyes falling closed again. How was he? Had he survived that? He didn't even know. The guards were tough and ruthless, he wasn't even sure if the guy would have been able to crawl out of there. Luc rested his face in his hands. God dammit, this was all so fucked up! He was worried about this guy, not just because he was going to be protecting Noah, or because he was a human being with a family or some shit, it was because he was him!

[Teesie]

This was all bullshit. They had kept him for the amount of three days.

 

'We can't release you. Your in a worse state than we thought.' The nurse had informed. Saying they overlooked his broken ribs. What the fuck kind of hospital can overlook that. He was being released in less than an hour now. He was estatic though, today he would meet Noah. Noah and Noah and Lucan's mother. Mark had informed him that he had spoken to Noah. The boy was frightened and therefor agreed to move in with Mihael; though the mother refused and asked to stay behind. Mark had said she could but they'll keep a watch on her. She didn't seem to happy, but agreed none the less.

 

Lucan he thought. I hope your ok. He could not forget those silver eyes as tears rolled down his cheeks; though the better memory was how they seemed to sparkle, if only for a second, when he talked about Noah and his music. It was beautiful.

[b.lueeyes]

He stayed where he was, sitting on the couch for some time, just basking in thoughts of the man. Why had he been so kind? Was it simply because he was an officer, and Luc was a kid in need? Was it because he felt pity or...was it really because he liked him? The teen ran a hand through his black hair, thinking deeply for a moment.

 

The lights flickered on and Luc looked up to see Erik standing there in the doorway looking sleep dishevelled, his flannel pants hanging low on his hips as he took him in. He sighed and walked over to the kettle, flicking the switch on it, before turning to lean against the counter, his eyes meeting Luc's. "You alright?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

 

"Yeah...I guess."

[Teesie]

Miheal was in front of a worn looking house. This was the place in where Mark said Noah was located. He smiled finally he would meet him. Maybe the boy was as beautiful as his older brother. He smiled. Walking to the door he knocked. There was silence. Waiting for the average of thirty seconds he knocked again but louder. He heard a small voice yell 'Coming.' That can only be the voice of small Noah...well he actually wasn't that young. Anyways footsteps sounded as the kid rushed to the door. With a tug the door opened banging against the wall. Fear struck in the boys eyes. Mihael frowned as the kid backed away and was seemingly about to run. Mihael caught his wrist. "I'm not here to hurt you. I'm Mihael. Lucah wanted me to protect you." he informed.

 

Going into his pocket the boy began to whimper. Mihael only smiled and handed him an average of three CDs. "Their your brothers recordings. He made then for you." Mihael didn't know if that was true, but it calmed the boy down gradually. He looked up at Mihael with silver eyes that mirrored his brothers. It made Mihael smile once again. Noah returned a bigger smile. "Come in." he said waving his hand and dashing into the house and running upstairs.

 

Mihael walked into the house and closed the door having to apply a bit of pressure. The house was none the less beautiful. He sat in a sofa waiting for Noah to see him carrying a CD Player. He walked past Mihael to plug in into a socket. Inserting the CD music began to flow in the atmosphere and Mihael had to say it was truely beautiful.

[b.lueeyes]

(I can play Noah if you want; that was all I really wanted to do with Luc and Erik)

[Teesie]

(Sure go ahead)

[b.lueeyes]

The young teen moved to sit down in one of the armchairs, holding the CD cases between his small, pale fingers. He was a little bit short for his age, but that was the only thing that really gave away that he was under fifteen. He looked rather the same as his brother, the same pale ski, silver eyes; the had the same cheekbones, and the same smile. The only difference was their hair, Noah was a dark brown instead of the inky black of his brothers, and his was shorter.

 

The music that filled the air was one of the more familiar songs. Noah had heard it a few times before, but it never ceased to be one of his favourites. His brother was pure art when it came to the piano. He played four other instruments, but he always ended up coming back to the piano. The piece was a slow, sultry kind of jazz solo, lilting in rhythm and style. And then, Noah closed his eyes as his brothers voice came through the speakers, soft and quiet, his French origins showing through in his tone.

 

'When it rains in the summer, I see angels in the clouds as they pass high above. When the sun shines in spring, and the clouds fly away I just pray that one day they'll come back again...that they'll come back to me again...'

[Teesie]

Mihael's eyes closed to beautiful tone radiating through the CD Player. Wow...Lucan was beautiful in more ways than his looks. It was also in his voice.

 

Little Noah was so adorable. He looked just like Lucan. So adorable. Sighing the lyrics flew through the air. They fell on Mihael like a weight. During this song you could feel Lucan's happiness. Now the boy was emotionally broken with sadness etched in his beauty. His eyes saddened with what seem to be little to no hope. They were succeeding in breaking him, but Mihael knew he could get through it.

 

Looking to Noah it seemed the boy was familiar with this song. He seemed to also enjoy it. Mihael dropped his head back onto the couch to enjoy the music.

[b.lueeyes]

"H-He wrote this last fall," Noah said quietly, looking over to where Mihael, the agent, was enjoying the music. His brother had a way about him, he could charm his way into anyone's hearts without even knowing it, and without even trying. He'd certainly felt it himself. "I'd come over to visit and he got me to sit next to him while he went over the chords and stuff." Noah himself had never been particularly good at music, instead he stemmed himself more to sciences than arts. He was deeply book smart, intellectual. But he appreciated every scrap of what his brother did.

 

"He's a composing major at NYU," he spoke quietly, his hands resting in his lap. "He enjoys it but...I don't think he ever really puts everything in. His music, I mean. To classes. It's always meant so much to him, I don't know if he'd ever put this kinda stuff in for people to judge."

[Teesie]

Mihael listened to the younger teen as he talked nodding to what he was saying. He was at a lost of word. The kid seemed pretty intelligent. Mihael didn't know about music so he would rather hear the boy talk than say anything.

 

The music was soothing. "Lucan...he very talented. He has a way with words." he said referring to the lyrics. They were beautiful, breath taking like his looks. Smiling Mihael looked away. "You know...I want to tell you something." he started. He cant believe he was about to say this, but the kid was fourteen...he wouldn't understand. "I-I'm in love with your brother." he confessed.

 

That made him feel good on the inside. He started to laugh at himself.

[b.lueeyes]

Noah didn't actually look all that surprised. Instead, he bit his bottom lip and raised an eyebrow, almost in amusement, then he placed a hand over his mouth and joined him in his laughter, shaking his head a little. "If you've met him and you weren't, I'd be a bit confused." He told the man truthfully, turning his eyes towards the CD player as the song finished, and the next one began to play. A guitar solo, with double vocals; must have recorded both and changed the tracks. He didn't do that often, only when something needed harmony. It was haunting, but gentle still, a little husky.

 

'I understand that there's no difference between the night and day except the position of the sun. I understand the way a river flows just like a tiger runs...

 

"He doesn't know how he makes people feel, he's just...an attractive person, in more ways than one," His brother sighed, shaking his head. "Mama always said he was too much like Papa in that way and...yeah, in others too I guess. That's why she doesn't want much to do with him."

 

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(Oh, btw, I'm just putting in some of my lyrics)