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“Well, give me the shirt when you change out of it, I will give it to someone who will make a new one for you.” His mother made this close line called Regal line, he was sure she could easily make the shirt again if he said the girl has saved him after getting bullied again, she would likely send truck full’s of clothing. “Don’t worry about it; this person is really good at making clothes.” Come to think of it he had been wearing proto-type for a new teenager line, looks like he would be getting the angry eye for awhile. “She made the clothes I was wearing.” He gave a small shrug, the only reason he told her of the clothes was because there was no tags in them, his mother refused o let him wear anything with tags something about him being a fashion son or doll maybe, who knew. He laughed painfully when asked what he did with them. “Most of them are alive don’t worry about it.” Wouldn’t do to let people know he was nice. “I try not to kill them, just break bones mostly fingers unless the make me angry.” He smirked to himself and shook his head to clear it quickly.

“You’re no fun; don’t you want to show me how to bleed less in case of next time?” He smiled now more kindly and a bit lazily, despite her thinking something more might be wrong with his head. He sighed and shakily stood up facing her, his but with his shirt held in front of his lower half. His front looked like one giant bruise; he could only image what his back looked like. “Ok, just be a little kinder to me head else it might just break from being too tight.” He grunted as the bandages was softly tightened but it still hurt like hell enough for him to want to tell her to just stop and leave him be. His knees now washed; didn’t look to bad just a few larger pieces of gravel and that’s it, but it didn’t mean they wouldn’t hurt later. “Ok, well I will get us something and something for your friend as well since they are coming. Just give me your cell phone, it’s a local call and if it charges your phone I will give you a new chip along with that new shirt.” He had so many cell phones; he would just pass his minutes to a few of them to hers.

“Well, I can order something made where you came from if you like, just tell me the name.” He wasn’t so sure about feeding her cow tongues, she might freak out. “A lot of people like fatty tuna so maybe you will like that, me I think it’s kind of gross.” It was like sticking a fat worm in your mouth but it didn’t move.

“Don’t worry that woman wouldn’t let it out of her hands if there was even a single thread not inline with the others.” His mother was insane but he guessed that was why she was one of the best clothing designers out there, and rising if she had her way. “Yea she does all my clothes, none of my clothes even my socks ever have tags, she goes way over board with stuff.” Well if anyone tried to steal it then they would know they hadn’t bought it since his clothing were not even for sale yet in fact half his closet were full of clothes his mother didn’t market because she wanted him to be the only one to wear it. Stupid but at least he never wore something someone else did. “Well I did say most of them were alive.” He shrugged as if it didn’t matter; they all deserved it and most had those scary eyes any way; not that he would ever tell anyone.

Ciri was proving to be interesting, she didn’t seem to mind at all what he was talking about yet most girls would be way away from him by now scared he would kill them if they didn’t do as he asked; then there were the ones that knew his last name, money grubbers all of them. Thinking of it now he didn’t have too many friends, sure he had tons of people in his gang but he couldn’t really call any of them friends at all. “Ok, and if you get beat up just tell me who and they will be eating through a straw for the rest of their life while stuck in a wheelchair.’ He meant it to, Ciri was like a little dog you were scared to step on. “Yea, then I will get an infection from all the makeup of yours; why do girls always wear that stuff normal skin is a lot prettier.” They were putting fish scales and turtle fat on their lips half the time, nasty; still. He leaned over the tub and kissed the top of her head softly, not that it meant anything from him just being kind.

“Ok, no Polish food then I will set us up for something good.” He took the cell and has clicked it on before he stared blankly at the phones wallpaper for a minute then glanced back at Ciri. “Ok, you need a hobby.” Trying to ignore the wallpaper he dialed home and gave the cook the address as well as a silence code to make sure the cook said nothing to his mother of where Ciri lived. ~”Ok, give me some grilled cow tongues, lots of sushi for five or six people; yes soy sauce but don’t put any on them. Also seaweed, fried banana, and mocha; strawberry, vanilla, plain and green tea for me. Thanks.”~ With that done he switched back to speak Japanese having flowed of to speaking in French to make sure his cook got it. “Ok, there we go, I’m sure they will bring more then I asked for as well so hope you and the other person will be hungry.” He handed the cell phone back and looked down at himself, he did look like a mummy with his whole back needing wrapped all from his waist to his collar bone seemed to be in white cloth.

“Do not touch my hair thank you; I rather not have a bold spot right in the middle of my head.” He didn’t care if it bad there was no way he was cutting his hair! “Don’t worry about it; you are doing a better job than I could have done on my own.” His plan had been to hide from everyone until his wound healed on their own; well this seemed like the better solution than getting a chance infection. He sighed as stuff was put on the wound he was unable to even look at, the back of his head and his back concerned him quite a bit especially after things were pulled from inside the wound. Darn it if he didn’t stop thinking about it he would do something stupid like getting revenge before he even healed, that would be the stupidest move he could do; another thing like holding a flag to say you were injured and easily beat.

“Good, I am not above tying you to a chair and making you tell me who they are either. If it’s a friend of yours I might go easy but only if it won’t leave a scar or it doesn’t hurt to bad.” He glared at the wall now that he was no longer facing Ciri he doubted she could tell just how serious he was, but soon he had to turn around so the bandage could be fixed around his head; he was getting rather dizzy doing it. “Yes you do anyone who wears it wears too much, kills the skin.” He looked with a bit of concern when Ciri’s face went pink and red after the small kiss, he thought he was angry but he was turned around again and Ciri was hiding her face from him when meant she didn’t want him to know. “I look like a wimp, as if I were some puppy who lost in a fight and had to run home tail tucked to get everything fixed.”

He glared at the bandages on his chest and stomach as if he might scare them away. “Your cell phone picture says different, maybe you should try drawing or something so you won’t have so much time on your hands to do strange things.” He gave a small shrug wincing when the wound was covered, he couldn’t tell what hurt the most now; his whole body was sore. “The food should be here soon, I told them they had better do it fast but it had best be good as well.” Really he didn’t have to tell them and he actually didn’t say it; they knew to do it already.

He liked his hair; it took him a long time to get it right so that the left side completely covered his face and so it shadowed him and made many say he looked like he was hiding to strike. The soft touch to the bandage had him turn to look behind him not knowing what the touch had been and still not knowing when he turned to see a still blushing Ciri though it might have been paler now. Looking down at himself he sighed and carefully stepped out from the tub wincing when he stretched his body, carefully he took his shirt with him and moved to sit on the toilet lid after putting it down and covering himself the best he could. “Everyone, my mother see’s me I will be in the hospital for months; people from another gang with show the flag and other gangs will try to get my gangs turf and I can’t let that happen.” He was still trying to keep Ciri from knowing he was the leader of ‘Snakes’. He grabbed the earring on the sink side a little while ago and now he carefully placed the silver thing back into his right ear.

“It is not!” Now it was his turn to blush, going cross eyed as he watched the finger touch his nose. “As childish as it might seem, sure.” He held out his hand pinky extended. “We will have an oral agreement and a pinky promise so let’s make sure we keep it then.”

Glancing down at himself he disagreed. “Oh yea, it is manly to be wrapped almost head to toe in bandages.” Sticking his tongue out and bent down to look at his knees, finding only a few rocks embedded in the skin and it looked clean though it was starting to scab already. “Who has a picture of themselves in their cell phone; mine has a snake curled around a sword much like my earring though real and not made of silver.” That snake belonged to one of his gang members, for some reason she took quite a shine to him more so then anyone else she was introduced to even her owner. “You should also be weary of anyone finding your cell with your own picture in it, or showing it to a guy which despite everything I can promise I am thus gender.”

Yes that would be a problem, if anyone on another gang found out soon most gangs would find out and he would be screwed since injured people with possible broken ribs; were not good fighters. “If I could I wouldn’t mind so much, I don’t really have a place to stay.” Any hotel he could get to would contact his mom, almost all the hotels knew him by now and to get a room you had to use your last name anyway. “It is not kinky, it’s a treat!” He blushed and wigging his nose when the finger was taken off so Ciri could make the pinky promise. “I promise they will wish they would die by the end of it.” He knew a lot of fun things to do to a person to make them feel that way. He returned the smile and let his hand drop back to his side when the hand shake sort of promise was ended.

He snorted and shook his head, but watching Ciri he started to laugh and then because of it feel huge amounts of pain as he watched the hyper blond punch the air. “Stop making me laugh, you want to kill me.” He tried to stop but it only made him laugh harder at how stupid he was to be doing something like this in his condition. Slowly he managed to get himself under control and he wiped tear of mirth and pain away. “Well, people will know what the person of the phone looks like and tempt them somewhere alone to pick the phone up knowing it would be a pretty hot girl coming.” He shrugged not getting why Ciri didn’t think of this herself.

“That would be the problem! Really, guy’s blood can only be north and south not both and after it goes south its sort of hard for the blood to go back north so he can think of what he possibly is dong might be bad.” He shook his head but blushed lightly when asked what he thought of the picture. “It’s cute, but foolish to have it in a cell phone that can easily be lost and picked up by the wrong person.” Like most the guys he knew.

“Thank you.” His eyes widened when he caught up to the fact he was being given a key. “You trust way too easily, do you want to one day me killed as you sleep!” He looked to Ciri with no small amount of concern, did this girl truly have a death wish or did she just not understand things do go bump in the night; and he was part of what made them. There wasn’t so much pain as his knees were cleaned up then bandaged, only his head and back hurt and even those were such to a degree that his body was shutting it down to a dull throb as it tried to keep him sane; the human body really was great. “Oh really, from looking at you I would say you haven’t eaten a good meal in a long while. Really girls are getting to skinny lately.” Every girl wanted to be like those models but to him bones were not good looking at all. “I promise I will be taking no visits inside your closet.” Why would he go into a girl’s closet anyway, nothing there but clothing and garments he didn’t even want to see, and anyway he hopped he would heal quickly and get out of here for his revenge. “It is not kinky; I would think you a guy for your minds tracks.” He rolled his eyes and tussled the blond hair in front of him as if Ciri were a sibling of his or a little kid.

“Oh no not at all, you just looked very interesting doing them is all.” He gave a lopsided grin and slowly started to stretch his shoulders to see how far his muscles would give but his back and ribs screamed from the small movement. “You should try looking less cool, and try to really hit someone where it hurts.” He grinned again but this one was more like a cat ready to pounce a cornered mouse. “How about after I heal, I teach you to fight a bit; I can take punches no problem so you can get really good if you are serious at fighting.” He was calculating already how long it would take him to heal, his ribs weeks before he could move freely again without pain but his back would take less nothing was broken after all.

“Girl, you should just stay out of Fang territory because the gang members there would tear into you alive and even I could not stop them.” No even he would have trouble if the dogs of his gang were to catch sight of this one, he would end up having to almost kill half of them to get it through their thick heads that he was in fact serious about not touching her. “Look, guys when overly happy about girls will get excited but in the problem area, when this happen our blood leaves our heads and rushes to that area between our legs; because of this we have trouble thinking and sometime even if the girl screams no we won’t even have enough thought to understand.” Ok he was so not good at this and he felt like a ***** or something, how old was this girl!

“You keep telling yourself that kid” Everyone would kill everyone around here, life just sucked. ‘Ok settle down, like a hyper puppy or something. I believe you for now but food should be here sooner or later.” He sighed when he was washed up and bandaged up, standing up he became aware that he still wasn’t covered but he shrugged and ignored it though he sat down again for some sort of cover. “I need a towel if you can get it.” He gave a vague motion to himself and smiled kindly, he was getting hungry and the talk of food was not making that easier on him. “Only to you, but I wouldn’t be caught doing something to a little girl.” He made a jib toward Ciri to see if he could not get her to let it go, he was already embarrassed and he wasn’t all too sure why. This girl was going to cause him to die from blushing.

“No, you look cool by beating the other person; fancy moves just show you are trying to scare your opponent and cannot really fight one on one.” He said it with a matter of fact voice and a straight unresponsive face, to him fighting was all he was made for at the moment but soon he would go into the hotel business and his attacks will be turned only into words and oral traps. “Don’t worry, I will heal fast and see just what you can do.” He gave another smile this one a little less in it as his thoughts went to food and sleep now that he was out of danger.

“The ‘Fang’ territory is really large and getting bigger by the weeks” If he had his way he would get this whole territory but there were two people standing in his way but for now he would kill off the small fry and take that, then he would slowly work his way into the others territory and make it his own. He watched Ciri try to think, not knowing what he was thinking of but he almost laughed at the look of concentration he thought would be rare to see on the kids face. He did not see the paper but when he heard Ciri say he thought he had been there Kasnes stood up despite the lack of the towel still, walking forward he glanced on to the desk and his eyes narrowed. “Where did you get this?” the map was old, his territory had grown since then as had the tigers while the third one was losing it but he was not sure who the third was yet but he knew the tiger.

“Really how old are you, you should know this stuff!” He growled then frustrated and with low blood sugar he was thinking of showing the girl just what he meant! “What is the difference between girls and boys besides breasts?” Gah his head hurt now and the sudden need to tear something apart had his turning to go sit back down but at another thought he stalked closer to Ciri and with force only enough to scare her he hoped, he tried to shove and pin her against the wall. “Think kid, everyone has watched animal planet at some point in their life.”