- The door got slightly ajar, just enough to let a
shadow slide into the bedroom. His mouth sore and
numb, unable to catch a deep sleep, Boss opened
up his eyes as soon as he sensed the intrusion.
He recognized at once that slender shape, the
loose t-shirt hanging over the soft thighs, the
stealthy moves. He stayed very quiet, wondering
what could be Trash doing in there and what was
he supposed to do about it. The girl stopped by
the bed and crouched down, her head very close to
his. Boss chose keep quiet, holding his breath
when he felt a hand covering his fingers, taking
away the napkin with the ice. Another hand softly
slid down his cheek, a warm breath blowing upon
- Didnt mean to hurt you...
Trash whispered, leaning further over him,
so close her lips almost brushed his face as she
spoke. Forgive me, I...
- Unable to repress himself any longer, Boss turned
his face to reach hers, never caring about his
mouth's pain when he found her lips in the dark,
expecting to be roughly rejected. But it
didnt happen. Trash grabbed his face with
both her hands, gasping as she kissed him back.
Boss arms encircled her back and waist,
effortlessly tossing her up to lay her on top of
him and held her tight
- The very same body he had a glimpse on a few
hours ago, when he teared the curtain away to see
why whoever was in the shower didnt answer
to his knocks. Slender, firm, the head leaning
backwards, the red mops waving in the water that
slid over her closed eyes, down the arched neck
and between the small breasts. He forgot it all,
the pain, the other two across the hallway, how
inconvinient could that be for the team as a
whole. He could only be conscious of his own
need, Trashs body heat against his,
allowing him to touch her and kiss her with soft
moans, the fingers entwining his hair, the wet
trail her tongue was tracing down his neck. He
made her lay by his side and stretched on top of
her without taking his lips away from her skin,
their hands franticaly moving as their breaths
Something hard and cold against his eye startled
him back to reality. Boss bolted upright in a
fit, throwing down to the floor the ice that had
just squashed his eyelid. He looked around still
gasping. Nothing. Nobody. He flopped himself back
onto the matress and reached out for the ice,
though now he used it to refresh his forehead,
not his mouth. Shit. The only word his
mind figured out, again and again as he tried to
calm down. Shitshitshit. The very last
thing hed ever wanted to dream of. Shitshitshitshitshit.
- * * *
- Home-crop grass. So the boys called what they
smoked that night. Marijuana raised in some
hidden backyard, dried by domestic ways. It
wasnt nice, but it was cheaper. The smoke
burnt up your throat as you swallowed it, and
inmediatly you felt what the boys called laughing
"the cloud". The utterly abstract
sensation of a dot in the very middle of your
head blowing up and expanding towards the walls
of your skull, erasing it all. When the cloud
"got stable" everything was much
better, and you could relax and chat with the
buds, putting the burnt out with some cheap wine
gulps. The issue used to be going back home. You
gotta get used to that grass and its aftertaste.
And more than that, you gotta get used to the
headache left once the cloud was gone. For that,
nothing better than taking the bus, with the
window wide open and the cold wind biting your
face, and endless half of an hour to the Park of
Peace, and from there, walking with no hurry the
fifteen streets up to the house. And if some jerk
tried to tease her and the jacknife was not
enough, a 22 bullet in one leg should cool the
She walked across the garden to the
kitchens door, sat down there as she used
to, to smoke one last cigarette and chew some
mint gum. Boss and Slash hadnt got home
yet, but there was light at Runs bedroom.
Though the night was quite cold, her teammate's
window was slightly ajar, the curtain floating
out in the soft breeze. She could hear the music
coming out with the curtain. A slow, romantic
song. Trash grinned. Run could try to look as
hard as he wanted to, but she knew damn well that
he was actually just a tender boy. She was sure
that would be the kind of song he would choose to
be alone with a girl... which wasnt
happening quite often, considering the few things
she knew about what he did on his spare time...
It was then that she heard him speak very lowly,
barely a whisper. She couldnt beat the
temptation. She knew that if Run found her spying
on him, he was never to trust her again, but the
cloud left within her head sneered at that risk.
So she crouched just beneath the window, very
careful not to make any noise. Then a shadow cast
over the grass in the windows lit square.
She couldnt get wrong. It was two people
kissing. She grinned again. Run got himself a
girl, and what was more : a girl his height ! She
was burning to show up on the window and
congratulate him, for that was really hard stuff
He spoke again, though she didnt get what
he said. But she froze hearing the voice
answering him. Her eyes fixed wide open in the
shadow, that was now showing two heads. She had
to be wrong. It was the clouds trace, of
course. Fucking grass. She didnt hear
right. Then she heard another whisper, a warm,
soft tone she had never listened from Runs
lips. Trash crawled under the window up to the
curtain, ready to confirm her former mistake. But
there was no answer. A couple of sighs, both
shadows parting on the grass, Runs shape
taking out his shirt as the others hands
stroked his chest, Runs head leaning
forward, lips slightly parted, reaching out. Then
the other voice spoke at last, and Trash
couldnt help but jump onto her feet facing
the window. There had been no mistakes. She had
heard it well. The person Run was kissing as he
was getting undressed, both of them rocking very
slowly with the rythm of the music, it was a man.
And Trash knew him at once : it was the guy at
The dark roof above her replaced Runs
picture. She didnt try to control her
breath. She just let her lungs catch bak some air
as they liked. She reached out for the night
table searching for her cigarettes and lit one
still panting. Shit. So that had been
what disturbed her when she saw Run that midday.
The desire in the other guys eyes and grin.
The serene acceptance of the others desire
in Runs attitude. The other guy may be
gay, but not Run. I know it. The question
struck her at once. And what if Run actually was
homosexual, or bisexual? Shit. It
doesnt have to change a thing between us.
Nothing. She destroyed the cigarette into
the ashtray, covered her eyes with one arm.
Nothing. Shit. It wasnt a dream shed
like to keep in mind, her friend with that guy.
Her... friend? I ve got no friends.
But Run was the closest thing to a friend she had
ever found... And as a matter of fact, I know
shit about him. How much did she need to
know about somebody to think him worthy of her
trust ? She killed a sigh right into her throat. Shit.
- * * *
- He stalked into the changing room, opened his
locker, slammed it back shut. He heard
Leóns steps behind him and spun on his
heels to face him trying to repress his rage.
León leaned back against the wall, crossing his
arms, and stared at him with that eternal grin.
Run felt his hands burning to knock him down.
Youre behaving like a spoiled
asshole, Rosschild that confidence in his
voice, drove him nutts sometimes May I know
what was all that racket about ?
Run crossed the room with to paces and stood
before him clenching his fists tight to his legs,
barely refraining himself. If you've got
any problem with me, spit it out. But dont
make me look like a fucking idiot before the
whole team just because you havent got the
guts to tell me so.
Come on, Rosschild, even a boy from the
second team could see you were playing like a
girl. Its not my problem if you fuck around
all night through and come to train without
getting any sleep.
Runs hand crushed open against the wall a
few inches away from Leóns face, the other
boy didnt even blink, but kept on staring
at him and grinning.
It was you who took me to that party,
remember? Whats the matter ? Youre
pissed off cos I left with that girl instead of
Leóns grin vanished at once, and a
threatening glimpse sparkled on his black eyes.
Watch your mouth, Rosschild, if you like
Run couldnt help the satisfaction for
erasing his confident look. His self-esteem was
hurt and he needed to pay it back. I
thought we were friends, León, that we trusted
each other enough for you to tell me if there was
Rosschild, youre crossing the
León was barely able to hide his amazement when
the other boy took grip of his t-shirt collar
with both hands, dragging him away from the wall
to glare at him very closely, his voice a raging
hiss scaping his clenched teeth.
- I aint crossing no line, you
asshole. Weve known each other for years
and Ive always been fucking careful not to
poke into your life. Always taking your stupid
limits and your shits on your pants showing up in
that pretty self-confidence disguise you love so
much. Always watching each word, each move not to
screw it. But Im fucking tired of all this,
you got it ? Sick and tired. If youve got
something with me, then you better say it
straight right now. Im not letting you make
me look like a dick-head before anybody any
longer just because you like me and you
dont have the guts to tell me and take my
The last thing Run expected was that punch on his
belly, a hard hit that bent him over and pushed
him backwards staggering. He glared up breathing
hard, his face distorted out of rage and pain.
León stared down at him with something close to
pitty, both hands loose by his sides. Run
didnt try to repress himself any longer. He
jumped over him, his fist aiming for that nice
gentle face, wishing to shread it down. But León
awaited him. They dodged and hit each other
several times, struggled, stumbled, fell down
Run with his back flat against the floor, León
on top of him. The shock of feeling that
bodys weight paralyzed him. He felt the
cold floor beneath his back, the sweat wetting
his chest and his t-shirt, the other boys
hurried breath over his face. He gawked up,
finding Leóns trade mark grin too close to
his own mouth.
So heres where you wanted me to be,
Rosschild. You should have told me...
Run pushed him away roughly and stood up as fast
as he could, reaching the wall behind him for
support. León straightened up with no hurry and
folded his arms a few steps away, still mocking
with his eyes at the gasping astonished boy
I dont raise homosexuals, Rosschild.
I like men sure of what they want, not handy
Run felt the trail of blood sliding down his chin
from his mouth, he dried it up with a glare full
of hatred. The other grimaced shooking his head.
Dont get it wrong, Rosschild. Of
course I like you, I should need to be made of
stone not to want you. But its also true
that youre the best friend Ive ever
had, and thats enough for me to lock up my
libido and respect you he stepped closer to
him, grinning when Run stuck to the wall, trapped
; he took grab of his face looking deep into his
clear eyes. Its hard stuff,
friends love among men. Were not
raised to accept it easily. Dont you think
I could have taken advantage of that with you
long ago? That Im not able to wash your
head enough to get you into my bed by your own
will? he got even closer, pulling
Runs head from the wall And what
would I win with that ? his thumb traced
Runs lips parting them slightly, drying the
new blood, feeling him trembling from his head
right to his toes. Screwing up your life,
Rosschild, thats all Id do. For if
theres something you wont ever
change, no matter how hard you tried, no matter
how hard I wanted you to change it, its
being straight from your very core. And screwing
your life like that would be the last thing
Id do. For youre my friend, and I
want you to be just like you are.
Run pushed him away again, sending him to the
middle of the room, where the other boy stood
quiet and still, always grinning, his hands into
his pockets. He stroked his mouth again, this
time trying to erase that warm touchs
If you ever touch me again, I swear you
Ill break both your legs he hissed,
still trying to control his distress.
Easy, Rosschild. I just wanted you to know
that if you look for me, youll find me.
León spun on his heels and walked out of the
room without looking back. But the door closing
behind him wasnt the changing rooms
one. Run blinked several times glancing around.
He fell asleep reading. And he didnt finish
the chapter. The last picture he could recall
before falling asleep was León and Marron
kissing. He closed his eyes with a heart-felt
sigh. Recalling that fight with his friend, the
only one they ever had, hadnt been easy.
But somehow it wasnt useless. It helped him
to understand León better. He drew in a deep
breath as a morning light trail got through his
window, trying to cool down the shock and the
rage he felt ten years ago. Just a week later,
León had quit training the top soccer team, and
he left. Without saying goodbye, without a word.
He just left.
- * * *
- Slash spent the whole night at one of his
"virtual marathons", as he called them,
lost in the web. He chose the dinning room table
to help his shoulders from being so sore after
six hours leaning over his laptop, and behind the
screen there were several empty bottles of beer.
When he realized it was dawning, he took a break
and made some coffe. The sound of the
hallways door surprised him. He checked out
the clock. Almost seven... Somebody else had
spent the night through. Bet its Boss,
after how Trash ruined his face he surely
couldnt close a fucking eye. He looked
out with a joke ready at the tip of his tongue,
but it was Trash coming to the kitchen, and one
single glance at her face told him he better
didnt talk to her at least she did it
first. The girl dodged him wihtout raising her
eyes, always frowning, and pour herself a cup of
coffe. Slash shrugged going back to his laptop.
The door got open and closed again behind him,
and he thought Trash had gone back to her room.
But no. Now it actually was Boss, who almost
crushed onto Trash, coming out of the kitchen;
both of them half dressed and looking down. Slash
forced himself not to laugh aloud seeing them
facing each other and looking away at once.
Trashs expression hadnt changed, and
she flopped herself onto the large couch with her
coffee and a cigarette. But Boss blushed up to
his ears, all of his face matching his bruised
mouth. He quickly lowered the head and poured
himself another coffee, choosing to drink it
right there at the kitchen, turning his back to
the wider room. Slash shrugged again, and was
trying to focus on his surfing when Run came in,
already dressed and ready for his jogging despite
the day wasnt done yet. Another coffee,
though he sat at the table to drink it, aparently
not noticing the others three were there too.
Slash turned around on his chair to look at
Trash, straightened to look at Boss, tilted his
head to look at Run.
Excuse me, but... did I miss something ?
He felt three pairs of eyes staring at him,
lacking both comprehension and hostility. Nobody
answered. Slash shook his head, took his laptop
and headed for his bedroom to surf in peace.
- * * *
- So weve got this Salvatore, owning
this disco Paradiso, "managing" both
sexs teenagers in prostitution and pedlaring...
And you want us to take him down...
Trash and Slash agreed at the same time, the same
nodd, brief and convinced. Run smiled inside his
mind. They could get along so bad when they
wanted to, but working as a team they were just
unbeatable.Boss poured coffee for everybody and
sat down in front of Trash carefuly avoiding her
eyes, his bruised mouth more than an explanation
for the way he was dodging her.
All we can do is check it out. And the
only way I can think of is going to that disco
and try to do some business Run went on
ignoring the askance look Trash gave to
Boss mouth, cos you say you already
took care of the boys out in the streets.
For a while Slash grimaced at
him. As soon as the sucker gets new people
to run the kids, theyll be out again just
like nothing happened. The only way to finish
this for good is putting that son of a bitch
down, for hell be out of jail as soon as he
steps in. And employees are just that :
Dont even dream of making me step a
single foot into that fucking place Trash
Slash raised his cup of coffee towards her with
his best grin. Take my sit, honey, for I
do wanna have some fun this time.
Run turned to Boss, who raised one brow pointing
out his mouth.
Fine. So Slash and I go in and you two
back us up he pretended not to notice Trash
and Boss embarassment. Slash, you
gotta teach Boss what he needs to now about your
equipment, so he can monitor us. Trash, Boss
wont be able to speak clearly for a couple
of days, so youre gonna stay with him to
link him with us, ready to move in case we need
Slash stood up with a satisfied grin and clapped
Bosss shoulder. Come on, lover boy,
I wanna get some sleep this afternoon.
The youth followed him glaring at his back. Run
finished his coffee with no hurry, then he faced
Trash, who was staring at him. He raised the
brows invitating her to speak her mind. The girl
only stared at him a moment longer, then she
scowled and left the dinning room without a word.
Run allowed himself to sigh.
- * * *
- The voice lost strengh and the doctor ended his
explanation with a srhug. Run just nodded looking
away, letting the man walk out the room as if
running away. He waited for the door to close
before turning to the bed where Kao seemed to be
going through the last span of his agony, as long
as useless. Trash was still sitting by him,
holding his hand in hers. When the doctor went
out, she looked up at Run, who shook the head in
silence. She drew in a deep breath, turning to
stare again at her partners gentle and
They already suggested the old man that
the best they can do is disconnecting him
Run said in a low voice, sitting at the
other side of the bed.
Let it fall upon his head the girl
Minutes went by silently until the watchs
alarm softly ringed from his wrist. Trash got to
her feet without a word, kissed the youths
forehead and walked out always looking down. Run
stayed a bit longer by the bed. He rested
Kaos hands at his sides, held one for a
moment feeling his throat squeezing.
Dont let them choose even the day
for your death he whispered, then he spun
on his heels and strode out the room.
- * * *
- The place was huge, maybe an old theatre recycled
anew, with room enough for two thousands people,
even three thousand huddling them a little. Slash
and Run spread apart as soon as they were in,
heading by themselves for two of the four bars.
Meanwhile, at the vans rear, Boss was
observing the four levels diagrams as the
sensor drew them in the upper screens. He pointed
out a spot at the underground level; standing
behing him, Trash leaned forward to see it better
Bottom level she told her partners
on the mic. Theres a spot with low
tables and couches, apart from that levels
dance floor. Its almost empty.
Im closer Run muttered.
Boss was already pointing the other screens.
Slash, there are only two offices, at the
top level. Find a hidden door on the opposite
wall to the d.j., they also open to a flat roof
and a fire ladder.
Be ready to cover that roof Run
Boss heard Trash moving behind him and focused on
following his partners on the screens. A black
gloved hand offered him a beer can. He spun on
his seat and shook the head trying to smile. The
girl just nodded, her eyes quickly slidding down
the bruised lip. Boss turned his back at her at
Mind if I smoke ? he heard her
He tried to swallow his surprise at such a
question from Trash and shook the head again,
avoiding to face her. His dreams traces
seemed to crouch at some corner of the van, ready
to jump onto his head as soon as he got
distracted. And the last thing he wanted was a
black eye matching his mouth to make his day.
You burn a key and I kill you Slash
hissed on both their ears.
Fuck off she growled back.
Slash was about to answer when he saw the
offices door, almost invisible among the
walls decoration, in the middle of a dim balcony
opening over the main dance floor, two levels
below. And a few meters further, leaning alone on
the balconys veranda, there was a girl with
a form fitting black dress that barely hid her
breasts and thighs. He stopped stunned when a
white beam fell upon her.
Stella? he hesitated.
The girl looked up at once, staring at him as she
tried to recognize him, then she gave him a
bright smile. In the van, Boss silenced Trash
before she could say nothing to her partner. He
reached the small notybook he had brought and
scarwled a few words for her. Trash decoded them
after a minute, then she write down her
questions, to keep the audio channel free. What
was that girl doing in there if she was one of
the streets kids ? Inside the disco, Slash
was asking the very same question. Stella pointed
out the bar counter with a shy smile, he nodded
and held her by the hand to lead her among the
crowd. He lifted the girl to one of the stools
and huddled to her, his back agaisnt the counter,
as he paid for a champagne bottle.
The boss somehow knew that you picked me
up, guess some of the boys saw me, and he wanted
me to be here today instead of wroking out in the
Slash leaned over her grinning, and spoke to her
fixing his honey eyes on her lips, knowing the
bar's manager was watching them. But you
know what your here for?
Stella agreed lowering her head and scarcely
shrugged. At least I dont need to
spend the whole day out... she
mumbled. And Im gonna earn more
Slash gave a fleeting glance at the manager and
wrapped his arm around her shoulders concealing
his rage. Come on, honey, lets get
comfy he took the champagne and the glasses
and lead away the girl, towards a darker sopt
where he saw some couches.
Heard that, Run ? Trash hissed
Run, who had just sit alone on a leather couch,
waited for the waiter to go away to answer. Slash
managed to ask him what he had there below. He
glanced around leaning back in a lazy attitude.
This is too quiet for the crowd in here. I
see boys attending some single aged men, but who
came to me was an ordinary waiter, even older
Slash filled Stellas glass with a giggle.
Begginers luck slip. Ill teach
you some tricks later on.
Is there any boy with lank brown hair
beneath his shoulders? Trash asked, forcing
herself to repress her feelings.
Run scanned the place with a quick look and saw
the boy at the last table. At that very moment he
was sitting by a greyheaded man in a expensive
suite. Boss realized the sparkle in her eyes,
grindding her teeth as she draw in a deep breath.
He ignored her glare when he sign at her to keep
quiet. Slash leaned back holding the girl, who
huddle against him when she saw his blink.
Tell me, Stella, if a guy wants some
company... but not from a woman...
The bottom bar she answered without
hesitation. My cousin is there. The men at
those tables choose the boy they like most and
point him to the waiter.
Grandsons of the greatest bitch
- * * *
- The screen showing the top level pointed two
people entering the offices. Slash took Stella
back to the balcony, a few steps away from the
door. Run finished his drink and stood up trying
not to look hurried. Trash turned to Boss and
grimaced covering her mic with her hand and
signaling him to do the same. He faced a bit
Two and two can get weird she
whispered. But if I go...
Boss shook the head getting to his feet and
pointed the seat to her, then he took his gloves
and a long range rifle after checking its ammo.
Trash stared at him trying to understand.
Im going he said in low voice,
covering his mic again. Im useless
here if I cant speak clearly.
Trash seemed about to refuse, but soon she agreed
with a sharp nodd and sat down by the screens,
turning her back on him. Boss left the van and
ran along the side alley up to the fire ladder.
Meanwhile, Run and Slash gathered by the
offices door. Slash faced Stella, who
didnt dare to ask a single question, and
stroked her cheek gently.
Now I want you to go down to the second
level bar and wait for me there. If I dont
show up within the next thirty minutes, do what
you like, got it ? he took out of his
pocket all the money he had and forced it into
her hand. And take care.
Theyre about to come out.
Slash hurried Stella to leave and joined Run with
a soft laugh. Jealous, honey?
You should come to this roof Run
said, leaning casually just by the doors
Boss' already going.
Slash faced Run stunned. The other man just
raised his brows. What!? He left you
there?? his voice was a furious hiss
Boss, you stinky sucker ! Get ready to pay if she
Coming Trash cut him.
Slash was standing by Run pretending they were
chatting. As soon as the door moved on its
hinges, they both set blocking the space for the
men coming out. In a single flirk, Run grabbed
the first mans neck and pushed him back
inside, getting in with him as he pointed his 9
mm to the mans head. Slash was already by
his side, pointing at the oter. They were in a
narrow hallway, with two doors at its bottom.
Take us to... he started, but saw in
disbelief how Run frowned staring at the guys and
lowered his gun.
León, Marron... Run mumbled, trying
to get over his amazament.
You know them?! the other three
cried out at the same time.
León face him with his grin, no sign of concern
for their burst in. Nice entrance,
Rosschild, looking for somebody? he coldly
Slash noticed Runs hesitation and stepped
forward pointing his gun at them. Yeah,
some Salvatore bud. Take us with him.
León didnt take the threat in his voice.
Instead, he glanced at him as if Slash was a
teddy bear. And why you wanna see him?
Slash lost his patience with Leóns sneer.
He pushed the man against the wall, and was about
to rest his gun on his temple when Marron got in
between them. Hes at his office.
Come he said, with a bitter glare at Run.
Theyre empty Trash said
then. The bottom one opens to the roof,
Boss is already there.
Run pointed at that door, making Marron lead
them. He gripped one of Leóns arms,
forcing him to walk by his side. The first
moments surprise had been replaced for a
cold rage that seemed to feed on every of
Leóns words and gestures. Slash pointed
Marron to open the last door slowly, not to try
something weird. Once the four of them were into
the office, Run locked the door and stood before
it, as Slash took position from behind the other
two men, by the window.
Which of you is Salvatore Run asked
them, and the bitter coldness in his voice
surprised those who heard him.
León grinned again resting against the desk's
edge. Run turned to Marron.
I want all the papers and the counting
books. The true ones. I want names.
Marron faced León astonished, he agreed without
looking away from Run, always grinning. The other
man hid a sigh and pulled the drawers keys
out of his pocket. Slash stood by him, to keep
the man from even thinking of taking out of them
So you turn out to be a high-classed thief
León said then raising an eyebrow.
Who should have said? Its always
better than pimping for babies.
Marron handed several folders out to Run, who
noticed how his hands were shaking. He took them
with a sneer, flirked at them. Marron had turned
to Slash pointing out a black briefcase. León
stepped up to Run
until he forced him to hold up his eyes.
Dont tell me youre with that
idealist prats group... he softly
laughed in mockery. Though I could expect
that from you. And what are you gonna do now?
Kill me? Think, Rosschild. Those kids are looking
for food among the trash when I pick them up. And
thats what theyre gonna be doing
right tomorrow if they lose this job. Or are you
gonna give them something in exchange?
Theres nothing but a line between you and
me, and its up to the hand that traces it.
Whos right, whos wrong? You, playing
the Quijote and dooming those kids back to misery
? Me, giving them at least a chance to eat once a
day, they and their families?
Run pushed him away clenching his teeth.
Heres data missing.
Slash showed him the briefcase. He pointed Marron
again to open it.
Hurry up Trash said then.
At that moment Marron pretended to open the
briefcase, and instead whirled round and tried to
smash Slash on the face with it. Three gunshots
sounded together as Slash dodged the briefcase.
Marron slumpped onto the floor wihtout even a
sigh, reached between the eyes by Boss shot
from the roof. Run had pushed León away, and
turned around when he heard a hoarse groan behind
him. His friend had fallen on his knees, bent
over as he clasped his belly with both his hands,
where the Slashs deflected shot got him.
Run crouched down by his side and held him up.
Run, lets go! Slash cried,
already about to jump out the window.
Dont worry, its noise proof
León mumbled, resting against Runs
chest as his friend took his hands and pressed
them onto the wound to stop the bledding, even
knowing all he was doing was just delaying his
Go back with Boss, Ill be right out.
Are you nutts? Boss managed to
say. Come out of there right now, both of
Run gazed up at Slash without leaving León. They
looked into each others eyes for a moment.
Then Slash nodded and got out the window in
silence, speeding his pace to meet Boss.
Just try to make it short was all he
said, before going down the ladder.
Run yanked the mic away from his jumper and
leaned over León, who had closed his eyes, his
features constricted with pain, gasping. Run
wasn't breathing right either; his chest hurt,
his eyes burnt. He wrapped his arms around León
and held him tight, sinking his face into the
blue-black hair. He was surprised feeling León
pressed his arm.
Finish what you started, Rosschild
he panted. Dont wanna be dying
Run lift the mans head, finding his bright
black eyes shinning as always, his lips pursing
in his trade mark grin. And he knew he
hadnt got the nerve to refuse. He sat down
on the floor, placing his friend between his
legs, holding up his face between his arm and his
chest, the gun ready on the other hand.
You know... You always did what you
wanted, León. With your life, and with mine...
And the worst of all is that I never could even
chide you for that... I admired you too much...
It got me scared sometimes, feeling how important
you were for me... he swallowed painfully,
trying to conceal his trembling voice. Even
now, that I cant still believe this filth
you partake in...
Rosschild... Im fucking dying...
Save your preaching for once...
Run managed a shaky laugh, León grinned again.
Always so goddamn beautiful, you prat...
his features contracted with a pain
burst. If you only could know how I loved
you... Thats why I always tried to push you
away... Guess you figured it out when you met
Marron... Such a fucking idiot....
Youre not meaning...
León agreed holding his breath for a moment.
He was just a pain in the ass... but he
looked so alike to you... it was worthy to endure
Run held him tight again against his chest
squeezing his eyes shut, teeth so clenched,
trying so hard to repress himself. Holly
shit, León! If you hadnt gone away...
Rosschild... I cant stand the
He nodded bitting his lower lip, eyes full of
burning tears. León managed to raise a hand and
gently brushed his face, gathered his few strengh
left to smile at him.
Come on, bud... This last line...
Youve gotta trace it...
Run clasped onto his shoulders, raising the
mans head and lowering his. His tears fell
down on Leóns face as he put the gun
against his chest. León tilted the head just a
little. Looked into his eyes one last time, still
grinning as he softly brushed Runs lips
with his own. Run didnt move away, allowing
León to kiss him as he desperately sought for
the strength to pull the trigger.
- Until he found it.
- Sayaki - 4/2k