"Huhh…" Gunji had little concept of what time it was but figured there was nothing on Arbitro’s schedule that would make their adventure any more risky than it already was. It was only random going-ons that might get in their way. But those were typically few and far between. "Let’s get goin’!" The blond cried enthusiastically, thrusting his claw in the air with excitement.
He flashed an intrigued smile at the boy then. “An’ if you got some kind o’ collar story, that sounds fun. You better tell me about it on the way, little chickie! I wanna hear.” Gunji turned to start walking, swinging his arms - and in turn his claws - as he walked with childlike excitement.
The tattoo-clad man didn’t seem to know how to answer Ryuhei’s question, making him feel more uneasy. He wasn’t sure how he should deal with the very possible chance of him dying sometime that day. “U-uh. Yeah, sure.”
Hearing the strange man wanting to know of his experience forced a cold chill to rush through Ryuhei’s spine. He wasn’t too fond of letting strangers know much about himself, however, this person he was now stuck with didn’t seem normal enough to judge him for his past experiences, and that Ryuhei planned on escaping him later on anyway. “Oh, yeah.” The youth sprinted to the elder’s side, thinking it would be better to stick to his side, should they be attacked, than to trail behind and be out of his range. Ryuhei kept his guard up, whilst sliding his left hand into his trouser pocket, to seem nonchalant. “Uuuh… Yer know that thing called, “th’ program”? Yer know, where they grab junior high classes from schools an’ make ‘em kill each other ‘til only one’s left? I was in that, I guess… They kinda don’ tell yer that they slap collars on yer an’ blow ‘em up if yer try t’ escape…” As far as Ryuhei was concerned, this was common knowledge, as he was taught all about the issued program all throughout his life, and watched some updates from several classes on the news, so he assumed the older blond was also knowledgable of the scenario. The blond ran a hand across the bade of his neck. “One’a my bes’ friends ‘ad ‘is head blown off…”
The executioner’s face twisted into a strange grin that was as much amused as apologetic. “Awww, don’ be mad, little chickie..!” He offered mock-soothingly. “I’d rather see you without any clothes at all than in a suit or whatever. ‘Bitro’s more into the leather and collars, kekekeke… You’d look fine in that too, I think. He has a type though. I dunno if yer girly enough for it… An’ he don’ like noisy, but I do!” Seemingly forgetting his ‘hands off’ rule, Gunji roughly patted the boy atop the head with his hand - better than remembering the ‘hands off’ rule and patting with his claws, at least.
Gunji smiled, pleased that the other blond seemed to be warming up to his title. But his smile waned slightly. “Ehh..?” He gave a tilt of his head just before reaching suddenly forward, grabbing onto the boy’s jaw with his hand; he managed to do so without slicing anything along the way, but any struggling, and at such a close range it would be too easy for his claws to scrape something. Gunji leaned close again, this time without giving the other blond any option to lean away in response. “Mine, huhh..?”
The bright eyes behind the curtain of yellow hair gazed closely over the boy’s face for a long moment. But finally, Gunji withdrew his hand and claw without so much as a nick of the long, metal blades. “… Feh. Sure, I’ll protect ya.” He dropped the nunchaku for the boy to catch or pick up. Gunji’s word was far from a guarantee to say the least. His mind could change in an instant, and if Arbitro or ‘the old man’ showed up it would be trouble. Mostly in the case of the latter. But Gunji wasn’t going to voice any uncertainty, of course, as he was excited to smuggle his ‘little chickie’ into the castle. It sounded fun and was something to do out of the usual.
His face glowing a bright shade of crimson, the blond waved his hands towards the large man, taking back his sudden comment. “W-wait, I ain’ interested in that! I tol’ yer that I’m already taken! ‘Sides-” He slowly raised his lean hand up to his throat, brushing his hand across his soft flesh. His expression became grim, reminiscing of a past memory he’d rather forget. “I’d rather die than get put in a collar again, ‘nyways…”
Without any time to move away, the other bent over to Ryuhei’s level, causing a cold chill to rush through his spine. The hand that was resting above his head made him all the more anxious. “Well, yeah? Yer ain’ gave me much’ve an option there, yer know.” Slowly crouching down, making sure not to break eye contact, Ryuhei picked up his fallen nunchaku, and slipped them back into the back of his trouser waistline. He made sure to keep them unfolded, in case he needed them for a quick defence.
The younger blond kept a stern eye on the other, not believing his his word at all, all the while not having much of a choice but to believe he’ll keep it. After all, he was stuck with him now. “Yer better protect me. There a better time t’ go there, or should we jus’ go now?” He scratched his chin, backhandedly, watching the other.
Gunji gave an exaggerated roll of his eyes that involved a rolling motion of his whole head. “I already said, I don’ wanna share you. I’m not s’pposed to be takin’ random kitties into the castle without askin’ ‘Bitro,” he explained, striding toward the boy’s discarded nunchaku. “Not supposed to use the kitchen without askin’ either. Heheh.” He muttered with a chuckle under his breath before continuing. “An’ if I ask ‘Bitro, he might wanna keep you.” Gunji turned rather suddenly, stopping to stare over the other blond for a moment. “Well, maybe. He’s kinda picky.”
Bending over, the executioner lowered his hand flat to reach the nunchaku without his claws getting in the way, then lifting the weapon just as carefully. He raised the aluminum bars to eye level to peer at them before gazing to the other blond again. “Ahh..? Well, I’m hungry, an’ I figure yer hungry ‘cause yer a growin’ little baby kitty!” The man grinned at his ‘little chickie’ like one might smile at a kitten. Approaching the boy once more, he dangled the nunchaku high out of reach. “Are you gonna be a good little chickie?” Gunji dangled the nunchaku so their hollow metal clanked together for a few seconds, awaiting the boy’s answer.
Ryuhei scoffed from the back of his throat, as the other gave his explanation. It might be better to not question anything this man said. As the other blond stared at him and commented, Ryuhei felt slightly offended by the implication. “Wha’s that supposed t’ mean?! Yer don’ think I’m sexy?! Trus’ me, when I’m in my ol’ work suit an’ I wear my smaller pants, then I’m a total slamin’ hottie!” Realising what he was saying, the blond closed his mouth tightly, and nervously turned away from the other. It wasn’t the time or place to talk about how attractive he thought he was, much less the right person.
The way the strange man was handling Ryuhei’s nunchaku gave him a small sliver of hope that he might return them to him, giving him something to defend himself from danger, other than this man, himself. If he played on his good side, it might be possible to leave this situation alive, or maybe even unharmed. Ryuhei raised a hand a little bit, towards the nunchaku that dangled just out of reach. “If yer say so. Yeah, yeah. I’ll be a good lil’ chickie, an’ not a bad lil kitty… An’ if we go t’ th’ castle, if I’m “yers,” then yer’d protect me from shit, right? Yer wouldn’ wanna ruin yer lil’ chickie, right?” If the other’s claims of wanting possession of him were true, je assumed that he might just care about his wellbeing, at least enough to make sure he was still in decent shape.
"FEH!" Gunji scoffed. "Little picky chickie, huhh?" He teased, smiling. "Well, I could bring yer back to the castle for some real food, but I’d hafta smuggle ya in… It’d be fun!!" The executioner chimed with sudden enthusiasm.
His gaze wandered thoughtfully then as if glancing around for something. “Or we could pick up some Solid at a bar or somethin’. Kinda borin’ though. An’ Solid gets borin’.” The man’s long, pointed tongue seemed to uncoil from his mouth momentarily in a fleeting gesture of disgust. Gunji didn’t mind some flavors of Solid, but many of the good flavors went out of stock quickly. And real food at the castle was always more satisfying.
"Castle…?" The tattoo-clad man’s rambling flew right past the youth’s head. All he could take from the other’s speech, was that "solid"s weren’t very nice to eat. At this point, Ryuhei wasn’t sure whether he should even question anything this man said. He was already stuck being this man’s "chickie," or punishment as a "kitty," with no hope to escape, and the two had yet to introduce themselves. Either way, he figured that whichever option he decided to pick, he’d wind up in trouble with this man. "Pro’ly th’ castle, then. Yer said there’s good food, right? But why we gotta sneak in? Actually, why d’yer wanna eat with me?"
The executioner quickly grinned. His smile even appeared to start to burst at the seams the more the other blond went on. “HehehehehEEHEE HAAA! You think I give a single stinkin’ shit what yer into, little chickie? The point is,” the sharp tips of Gunji’s claws hovered near the boy’s cheek again, emphasizing his choice of words, “I could change yer mind.”
He eyed the ring displayed, but the sight of it only made him cackle more. “Yer a little baby kitty, what the hell’re you doin’ with one o’ those, ahhh? It doesn’t make any difference to me though… Easy enough to chop that whole finger right off, HA HA!” The man made a brisk, sudden swipe of his claw across the air just in front of the stranger’s face, then lowering it back down harmlessly. Gunji leaned closer again, examining the boy’s face and savoring some more of the sweet smell of the boy’s hair as he was reassured his ‘little chickie’ wasn’t going to take off again. “Gooood,” he purred huskily, chuckling. “If you run off again, I’ll wanna catch you for good next time, ya know? Kekekeke.” The executioner lifted away finally, carefully scratching at his head with the back of his metal glove. His smile faded into a thoughtful look.
"Hmmm… Oii, you hungry or anythin’, little chickie?"
Ryuhei’s face increasingly glowed a brighter red, as the older blond appeared to grow more and more excited over his personal affairs. A shiver rushed down the boy’s spine. There really was no chance that Ryuhei would willingly swing this man’s way. He was, however, taken aback by the other’s threat and slashing of the air in front of the youth’s face, wincing as the blades rushed past his face. “I already tol’ yer, I’m older than yer think! But whatev’s. Think what yer wanna, I don’ really care what yer think ‘bout me.”
As the older blond leaned closer, Ryuhei pulled further away and gave a brief nod of his head, to let him know that he understood his threat, all the while glaring daggers back up at him. “… If yer say so.”
The sudden question surprised Ryuhei. Did he really just ask him about food? “Ehh?” Bringing a finger to scratch his cheek, the blond slipped deep into thought. He didn’t trust the large man at all, much less wanted to eat with him, but it wasn’t as if he had a choice on the matter. “Uh… Kinda… ‘Pends on where th’ food’s from.”
Though his target was pushed down, the other blond scurried to his feet before Gunji could pin him. The executioner advanced without regard for the boy’s frantic warning to wait - though he did pause as the boy lifted his shirt, and followed the stranger’s gaze to observe a navel piercing that seemed to be of momentary concern. Cute. Gunji resumed pacing closer then, smiling delightedly at how the other blond half-cowered with bare hands.
But Gunji continued to disregard the gesture and leaned closer, enough to get another whiff of the boy’s sweet-scented hair. “Ahhh..? You might change yer mind… I’m startin’ to think I could change yer mind, yeahh,” the man purred. He chuckled and grinned at the other blond’s pleading, but he did finally stand up straight, looking thoughtful, at the boy’s question. “Huhh… Well I’m a little chickie I guess,” the executioner mused softly. “I am to the old man, ‘nyway,” he added then. “Hmmm…” He appeared half-absorbed in thought, but followed the boy’s eyes to the aluminum weapon lost some distance away, at which his lips crept into another smile. “No use eyeballin’ yer little toy! Ha HAA!” He watched the boy take a few steps opposite the nunchaku, but the movement made Gunji’s muscles ooze with a ripple of tension, braced to break into another sprint should his new plaything make a run for it again.
The blond pulled away, the closer the large man pushed his face towards his own. The other’s statement sent an icy chill down Ryuhei’s spine. “Nuh-uh, yer won’… I ain’ int’ guys… Actually-” He proceeded to point to his left ring finger. “-I’m engaged. S’ yer can’ get me t’ do anythin’ with yer.”
The youth pulled in his arm as the other stood straighter, whilst keeping his palms facing the other. Listening to the older blond’s explanation, Ryuhei still didn’t understand what a “chickie” was, or who this man was talking about, but he decided that would still be better than being a “kitty.” “Aahhh… If yer a chickie, then I’m a chickie, I guess.” Subtly rolled his eyes towards the other’s comment on his fallen weapon.
Ryuhei noticed the tattoo-clad blond brace himself. He was unsure whether the other thought that he would take off again, or if the man braced for another attack. “Hey, hey, I wasn’ gon’ do ‘nythin’!”
Though Gunji smiled and gave a short laugh, he didn’t take his gaze off of the boy. “You stinkin’ liar,” his tone sank into a low growl again. “I ain’t that dumb, little chickie. Tags or no tags, you got a w-… ehh?” The boy’s expression caught his attention enough to stop him mid-sentence, and as soon as the word ‘kitty’ came, Gunji barely heard whatever else the other blond spewed in one breath.
"HUH!?" His head whipped sharply for where the boy was pointing - but before the executioner could even process that there was no cat after all, something metal smacked against his shoulder and sent him stumbling aside. "Ahhh oww. OouuUUUUuuch..!" Gunji cried out in fluctuating volume like a child’s exaggerated whining, but he did not topple over, and appeared to shake off the strike with relative ease. He stood up straight and flexed his shoulder and neck. "Ahhnn… hnnn..?" He frowned, perplexed upon spotting the boy sprinting away.
A grin broke out across his visage. “Ahhh haha HA HAA! OIII, LITTLE CHICKIE WANTS TO BE A KITTY AFTER ALL, HUHH!? KYAA HAAA!” The executioner gave an excited cry, shooting off after the other blond. It took Gunji seconds to catch up, at which point he leapt forward to pounce for the boy, aiming to push him to the ground with a close range shove of the very shoulder that had been hit moments before.
It barely took five seconds of sprinting for the large, blond man to catch up to Ryuhei, and thrust him forward, throwing him off his feet. The nunchaku slipped from his grip, midair, rolling far away from the two blonds as it landed with a clank. Ryuhei’s face made contact with the ground first, scraping some if his cheek skin on the tarmac surface below, with the rest of his body trailing across the ground. Thin, but sharp threads of pain coursed through the blond youth’s body, causing him to groan from the back of his throat. “Nyaauuuuughhh…” A long, sharp sting came from the position of the piercing under his shirt. He must have scraped the wound back open slightly when he skid across the floor.
Unsure of what the man would plan on doing to him, Ryuhei scrambled back to his feet, faced the other and took several steps back, keeping his hands held forwards, gesturing the other to stay back. “Wait…!” A hand hastily slid under his shirt, checking his piercing, only to breathe a short sigh of relief, knowing it was fine. Placing his hand back to the front, the boy’s arms positioned carefully towards the other’s chest, almost as if he were trying to create an invisible wall between them both. He remembered what the other said about being a “kitty,” as the chase began. “I-I swear, I don’ wanna be a kitty!”
Running away would make him a “kitty,” but he still had no clue what a “chickie” was. “I really, really don’ wanna be a kitty… Wha’s a chickie supposed t’ be…? It ain’ like… What is it?” His voice was drained, unsure of whether he could get out of his situation alive, or at least with his current state of mind fully intact. For a spilt second, his gaze travelled to his fallen nunchaku, then back to the man in front of him. Why did he think that was a good idea…? Showing good faith, knowing he wasn’t going to be able to use his weapon anymore, the youth stepped into the opposite direction, away from the nunchaku.
Oi! Don’ laugh at ‘im! It’s a serious condition, an’ th’ doctors couldn’ get ‘im a bedpan big enough so they strapped ‘im t’ th’ damn toilet! Fuckin’ smells like a sewer jus’ goin’ NEAR th’ damn hospital!
My cat Keaton, in an empty trash can.
Gunji appeared to disregard the boy, focused on his chipping nail polish, until the ‘little chickie’ launched into another ‘noisy’ speech. “Huhh..?” The blond stared at the other with a small frown, as if everything that had been said just flew over his red-hooded head. “I won’ bring you to the castle ‘cause then I’d hafta share you and I don’ wanna. I jus’ said that,” the man replied quietly. Gunji eyed where the boy’s hand hovered behind his back. “I don’ want ‘Bitro to shut you up, either. Yer fine jus’ the way you are, little chickie.” The executioner cast a smile of unusual fondness for the amusement and manic energy that it normally displayed.
But his smile spread into its usual amusement then. “What’re you hidin’ there, huhh?” He waved a finger toward where the boy’s hand remained behind his back, taking a couple casual strides closer. “You got a fun little toy yer keepin’ secret from me?”
"Fine jus’ th’ way I am, huh," the youth mumbled under his breath. The man in front of him didn’t seem to understand, however, that didn’t matter to him. Ryuhei had already planned to escape him, at all costs.
The blond youth clenched his teeth together, now that the dumb blond man had noticed his hand. He wasn’t exactly being subtle about his back hand, however, only one side of his nunchaku was unsheathed, and unless he was either fast enough to unsheathe the other side, or find another distraction, Ryuhei had no chance at delivering a first blow. He could, however, attempt to land a hit with one side shortened, but that in itself had a number of issues in execution. Either he had to act now, or wait for the tattoo-clad man to check behind his back by force.
"Nah, man, I got me an huge fuckin’ wedgie that rode right up my damn ass crack," he replied, almost casually, trying to add a lighthearted tone. Shifting the nunchaku’s sides, so the bottom side was on top, the blond boy removed his hand from his trousers and brought it back to the front. Pretending to glance around the scenery, Ryuhei’s eyes shot wide open, fixated on one spot in a nearby alley. He raised his left hand, and pointed his left index finger, his other hand forming a claw shape and groped the air by his side. "-K-kitty! So fuckin’ cute an’ fluffy an’ holy fuckin’ piss it’s so damn fat that it pro’ly can’ even move!"
Hoping that the strange man liked real “kitties” enough for him to be distracted for a moment, Ryuhei swerved his right side, to grab his nunchaku and proceeded to retract the smaller side to it’s intended size. Without a second to pause, he flung his body back, and thrust his weapon towards the larger blond’s shoulder, only wanting to immobilise him, rather than attempt to kill him. He turned his body around and dashed away from his victim, hoping to finally get away from the other.