Love occurs in the most unwanted situations, or at least that was what Vegas thought. But he didn't know he would fall deeper for his rival when they were literally tied together in a basement.
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Heavy footsteps were heard as a young man ran down the building staircase. The moonlight glowed on the edge of the run-down building. Darkness surrounded the body as it sprinted away from its predators. The heavy footsteps seized for a bit as the man turned around the corner. The one following him also stopped. Both of them were cautious, one like a deer trying to run away and another like a panther, waiting to pounce. A sudden beat of the wind rushed past their faces and the next moment the young man landed a punch on his predator. The predator staggered a bit but was back on his feet again. He swung his heavy metal hand infront of the other, but this guy was agile. He blocked the attack well, years of training had served and pulled out a pocket knife and swung it near the person's neck, eliciting a sharp scream and the predator clutched onto his neck. Drops of blood filled his hand as he looked up at the young man who wore a hooded shirt and satin black jeans that looked rough around the edges. He was holding a knife as he pointed it at the other guy. His lips upturned a little, a hollow of a smirk. He crouched down near the other and slashed his cheek. Standing up, he laughed hollowly as he said,
" Next time, you'll feel more pain than that slash on your cheek and neck." Saying so, he jumped out of the building windows and onto the street. The victim lay on the floor clutching his neck to avoid blood loss as he heard a swirl of a motorcycle. The thief had escaped, once again.
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The motorcycle stopped in front of old construction. The young man hopped off the motorcycle and he entered into the broken garage. As soon as he eyed the garage, he let out an angry huff and kicked the bucket of paint near him. The bucket fell and two cans of spray paint fell out of it.
"Hey, It's fine if you don't appreciate art, but at least don't kick those." a youthful cheery voice broke the silence in the garage as a pretty-looking boy entered the garage. he was smoking a cigarette and he picked up the spray cans and placed them neatly inside the bucket as they were.
" I have told you a hundred times that this isn't your playground kid, you can't play games around here." The latter spoke angrily. While the newcomer simply rolled his eyes and inhaled a bit of the smoke before passing it out.
" Who are you calling kid, Vegas? Among the both of us, you know that none of us is a kid" the Newcomer raised his eyes playfully at the other who simply huffed.
"Caught a big fish today?" Tutted out the newcomer as he sat down on the empty trunk of water that was kept at one end of the garage.
"Why are you so bothered about me? And to answer your question, yes I did." Vegas spoke as he leaned on his worn-out motorcycle.
"Just looking out for my homies" the other answered as he smiled at Vegas.
"Homies, my ass" mumbled Vegas as he stood up and walked towards the other who was still sitting on the closed trunk, swinging his feet merrily and staring at the paintings on the wall. Vegas walked up to the other and stood beside him, against the wall. He slid his hands into the other's pocket and pulled out a cigarette packet. Royal 90, Vegas noted. The other turned to look at him but barely said anything.
