章 67: In a Dark Alley With the Gang Leader
Wiping his eyes to make sure it wasn't another dream within a dream, Haruki paid attention to the details beyond Jun's body. An arduous task for the singer, who felt his body tingle just by looking at the screens, mesmerized.
The bastard was sexy in every way, and on a big screen staring like a predatory animal, it made Haruki's heart flutter indecently, as well as other parts of his body. But the singer hated himself for feeling that way.
Taking a deep breath, Haruki went to find out who the man was before the 'Vs.'.
Jun's opponent.
The other person in the image was a man with drooping and sad eyes. It resembled a mix of Italian boxers from old films, a mix of Indomitable Bull's main lead, and Rocky Balboa.
…...
ROCKY LAMOTTA VS. SASAKI JUN
10 PM - tomorrow. Don't miss it! ARENA COLISEUM.
…...
The Baker was signed up for a fight that would take place the following night, and his opponent was an android!
'Jun is bat shit crazy!' the singer wondered in thought. 'How could he think he will win against a machine?' the thought stuck to Haruki's head and kept repeating itself like a scratched vinyl stuck on the same track. The singer wanted to meet with Takashi now, to show him who the non-extinct Neanderthal was. Yes, Haruki had been upset by his nii-san's remark
Haruki searched the casino for an information totem to find out who Rocky LaMotta was through the event bulletin.
It wasn't necessary to do a lot of research, and soon the android's technical sheet was available on the screen. Haruki discovered that Rocky LaMotta was the undefeated champion of the Boxing Androids Championship. And he had 30 fights in the World Boxing Robots Prototypes championship in his weight class just this year. Haruki had no idea what that meant, it just sounded dangerous ... and painful.
Sasaki Jun was the human challenger, with ZERO fights in the category.
The stakes were 1 to 30.
"Jun has no chance of winning. The android is a modern-day gladiator," the singer spoke to himself, biting his lips in distress.
"I am nothing at all to you, am I?" Jun grunted behind him. And, taking advantage of Haruki's shock, he reached out quickly and took the ice pick from the pocket of his overcoat.
"What do you think about doing with THIS?" Jun asked clenching his teeth and fists, holding the sharp object at chest level for Haruki to see.
"And ... eh ... I'm going to make an ice sculpture," he lied shamelessly.
Jun grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and dragged him out of the casino and into a dark service aisle.
"Jun! Think better! He's a metal and silicone machine," Haruki pleaded. He didn't expect Jung to have really believed the ice pick excuse, anyway.
"Don't fucking kid me, Haruki! I grew up on the streets. I subdued enemies bigger than me. I won street fights with broken ribs. And I put up with the reformatory without kneeling. I never needed to ride leg or ride with anyone," Jun spat out the words, telling his story. Finally, opening up to Haruki, who was looking at him with eyes moist with tears.
The singer was creating in his mind the images of what Jun's childhood was. Beginning to understand the reason for his distrust of people. Why he refused to talk about himself. But Jun didn't speak in the direct way that was so peculiar of him. At least not the reformatory part. And it left the singer confused about what he really meant. But already knowing that it was so horrible that even for Jun it was difficult to tell. Still, Haruki needed the truth or would be stuck with the monsters within his head.
"What are you talking about, what is 'ride with'?"
"I didn't slut myself for protection, that's it. I didn't even let myself be made a fighting dog to anyone. Do you think I am like that in real life, Golden Boy?" Jun pointed his free hand at himself. "No. My body is more stitched than a fishing net. I only have one thing to tell you, Haruki. Leave Dice-K alone. We ended because you were licking the balls of that son of a bitch," Jun released the collar of the singer's jacket and Haruki bent his knees.
"Or do you still plan about ruining Daisuke's car?" Jun showed the singer the ice pick and Haruki shook his head vehemently.
Mimi meowed and ran over to Haruki.
Jun looked at the kitten for a few seconds, before the last glance at Haruki, and turning to return to the casino.
"Jun, why did you throw Mimi in the trash?" Haruki stood up. He wanted to get to the bottom of it.
"What?" Jun turned to face the singer, his face drawn in a mask of anger.
"Don't act the innocent! When you threw Mimi with his things in the suite's trash trap to die! Man up and tell the truth!"
"No. I didn't do it. But I suspect who is cowardly enough to have done that." Jun approached Haruki again, nose to nose, eye to eye.
Haruki didn't blink or step back. He was not afraid of Jun - nor had any common sense, apparently.
"It was. Your. Rich. Lover," Jun spoke each word slowly.
"I have no lover! The only idiot guy that touched me is you," Haruki said, pressing his forehead to Jun's forehead and pushing him back.
Jun wrapped him in a hug and pulled Haruki against the aisle's wall. The kiss was inevitable. Rude, fierce, dominant.
Haruki felt his legs soften as his dick went hard. He put his hands on Jun's face to deepen the kiss, in pitiful urgency.
But Jun interrupted him, walking away,
"You liar. I know you guys kissed in front of the tower. You died for me. I don't fall for your innocent game anymore. I don't trust you anymore."
"Wait, who told you? Was it Daisuke?"
"No. It was Saito, in person. He came to tell me to shoo out because you and he are dating. And that you took the initiative to kiss him in front of the Eiffel Tower. Did he lie, Haruki?" He raised an eyebrow.
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