Uprising Of The Cannon Fodders

chapter Ninteen

Inside a dark bedroom, a male figure was laying across the bed with black hair scattered across a white pillow, the entire room was silent that, the only disturbance being the rise and fall of his chest, when there was a sudden knocking sound heard in the room.

Knock! Knock! Knock! The sounds come persistently and sharply, disturbing the peace of the room. The figure on the bed groaned and turned away from the noise and continued to slumber peacefully. Unfortunately, someone didn't wish for his peaceful sleep...

Yoshiki Garcia was, or at least liked to think of himself as a reasonable and a rather agreeable person, but when he opened his eyes on Sunday, he had a crazed look and a million thoughts on how to kill someone.

Groaning, he threw himself on his favorite thing in his apartment (the bed), as he brought his hand up and rubbed at his face and sighed tirelessly and slowly fell back asleep.

Knock! Knock! Knock!!

After hearing the persistent knocking start again, Yoshiki sat up on his bed and breathed rather heavily, with an angry expression in his eyes.

Who the heck is it!?

Moving rather angrily towards the door and swinging the door open, Yoshiki instantly regretted his thoughtless actions because standing in front of his door was a very cheerful and wide-awake Keith Hunter.

"Keith, can I help you?" he asked, while trying to stay calm. After all, he needs this little brat to get himself killed. It wouldn't be nice to kill him.

"Hello Mr. Garcia, I was-", started Keith. 

Yoshiki grimaced for a minute, " Yoshiki will be fine Keith."

Smiling proudly, Keith asked, "Yoshiki, I was wondering if we're still on for tomorrow at the museum?"

Looking at Keith, who was happily smiling up at him, " Yes, I'm glad we had this chat, but in the future, check what time it is before rudely waking someone up."

Finished saying what he wanted, Yoshiki slammed his door shut and headed back to his heavenly bed.

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Kenchiki Garcia truly hated the way his life has changed from the way it used to be. Not only is he reliving the night he spent with his brother every night but also at inappropriate times like when he is at a meeting, like now. He knew that they had no blood ties and yet he couldn’t shake the shame, he felt as if he failed is adopted parents by sleeping with their innocent son.

He felt his thoughts float back to that night, his back was against Yoshiki's chest, one of his arms shoved through his brother hair and the other used to hold his brother's neck, his head laying back on the crook of his brother's neck breathing heavily, with the sounds of Yoshiki's panting in his ear, hot breath brushes him from the tip of his ear to his lips as Yoshiki lifted his hand to.....

"Kenchiki, are you listening to me right now?"

Kenchiki snapped out of his daze and looked at his friend Caspian, the two become friends after the death of his parents, when he took over the position of the boss at the age of 19, all the rest of the mafia groups had older bosses, so during a meeting at the greyhound although they were not the same age they were much closer in generation and after that, they became great friends, unfortunately; it comes with the crazy younger sister who he had to put up with.

However, the girl, must be dealt with regardless of friendship, he despises people who take others consent from them and also schemers, there was also the fact that it might cost him his brother, and so Aria Kade had to die, "Sorry, I have other matters on my mind, but I don't think I will listen to anything today so we may as well postpone this" he said as he sighed helplessly.

Caspian looked at his friend's face for a bit before sighing himself and got up and headed to the door before turning back, "You are too stressed, try giving Escape Attraction a visit to loosen up, with those few words he closed the door behind him.

Kenchiki sighed again and laid his back on his chair as he rubbed his temples from the headache that was building up.

As he relaxed, his mind drifted hazily through last week's Friday night, his skin tingled and his eyes were darkening, as well as an uncomfortable burning started at his lower body.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

The spell was broken like a popped balloon by the vibration caused by his phone. Angrily picking up the phone without looking, he snapped, "Speak," and waited for whatever nonsense he had to hear.

"Good evening boss it's Drake, I wanted to inform you that Keith Hunter has invited Yoshiki to Kings Museum of Art, and I did some checking and there is a gambling business that is ran behind the scenes and if someone enters with membership or invitation, they allow the member to play with them before killing them unless someone takes a liking to you, and you become their pet. I believe that maybe that is what Keith intends for Yoshiki."

"What!?" he roared, into the phone as killing intent and chilling pressure-filled the study room, he was breathing hard and with each passing second his mind was filled with images of his younger brother being played by those dirty and sleazy old people, his heart filled with panic and dread as each horrible scene filled his mind.

"Drake, take a team with you and get that little brat and take him to the bunker, and get Aria Kade. I want them both chained up when I come by, I will deal with my brother."

"Yes boss, ", replied Drake.

Kenchiki quickly hung up and brought up his brother's contact before remembering he wouldn't pick up. He stood up immediately and went to his garage and picked a random car before flooring it. Kenchiki had two hours to reach his brother's place; he was sure he was alright.

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The man who was currently inflicting an extremely large procession of events was eating fruit loops at his kitchen completely relaxed and happy, he continued to eat happily before he was interrupted by the pounding on his door, a bit confused and angry he stomped towards the door- No! Host don't-- and yanked it open, looking at the person behind the door his eyes widen in shock and surprise.