The Dark Days Are Here (boyxboy Fanfic)

Chapter 8

Chapter 8 : Intruder

Surprise! Surprise! Hiroto coming in this chappie!

-Police safe house in Tokyo-

A red headed teenager sat on the floor, back against the cold iron bed frame, sterile white walls staring from all four sides. Really though, there was nothing else to look at: all the room contained are an iron frame bed (thin mattress included) under the only window, a faded blue rug, and a squat chest of drawers. The only decoration belonging to the current occupant was an aimless scribbling of his name on the patch of wall beneath the window still: Kiyama Hiroto.

Unable to concentrate on the uninspiring décor, Hiroto heaved a sigh, rubbing his eyes for lack of anything else he could possibly do.

Ever since the "Aliea Incident", Sun Garden had been shut down pending investigation, forcing the residents to move out. It was no surprise to any of them; they were all used to being shifted from place to place anyway. But it wasn't just for the investigation that they had been moved; for their roles in the past they had been receiving a lot of hate mail and were being harassed by strangers in the street. There was even a stalking problem, by angry protestors and obsessed fans alike, so for their safety all the former aliens were moved into anonymous safe houses like this. The harassment was so bad they cannot even go to school, instead spending all that time confined.

Since the move Hiroto had resorted to staying in his room day in and day out. He barely spoke to his former so-called colleagues, the ex-captains of the alien teams, who were confined in this particular safe house with him. The former Choas captains refused to even look at him, and would rather prefer the company of the cops to Hiroto's. While Midorikawa was sympathetic it was obvious he missed his Gemini Storm friends more and Saginuma, being the eldest, preferred to be on his own anyway. For their particular roles they weren't even allowed to contact the others and have no idea where they were being held. The detective in charge, Onigawara, had said it was best that fewer people knew the exact location, in case certain people had any funny ideas such as breaking out and reforming the teams to menace the country again. Hiroto knew the old man had a point but it still makes him bristle. They had all been promised that the arrangement was temporary. But with the way things were they might as well have been sent to a juvenile prison. At least there they would have been able to do stuff to occupy their time.

His mind wondered back to that day when Genesis was beaten by Raimon... he smiled at the memory of the fiery Endou. How he had forgotten that he was human too, and that he had been sacrificing his life for the insane dreams of his so-called "father". Endou had made him realize it before it was too late. That smile changed into a frown as the other reason he was still in this safe house came to mind: that brutal attack on Raimon and Endou's disappearance, which had been at one point blamed on them. It had started as a rumour at first until, as was the nature of rumours, it grew into full blown accusations.

The red head exhaled, rubbing a hand through his hair roughly. He wanted to get out. He needed to see the Raimon members as soon as possible, to see with his own eyes what had happened. 'If only I could get out of here...'

There was a sharp rap at the door, and a young harried-looking plainclothes officer stuck his head in. "Uhhh," the cop began. "Eh, there is someone here to see you." With that the officer withdrew.

Hiroto's eyebrows rose. Who would want to see him? But get up he did, gasping at the numbness that had crept up on him while he had been sitting. It took a while before the feeling returned to his legs and the officer waiting for him was not amused.

"Please hurry it up," he said, agitated and just a little bit rude.

At the cop's tone Hiroto lowered his chin and narrowed his eyes into a glare, stern enough to unnerve the man, who quickly stepped as far back from him as allowed. But seeing the effect did not sooth Hiroto at all; he was suddenly ashamed at himself for falling back into his alien persona. "So who is it?" he asked quietly, but the man just nodded for him to go downstairs, unwilling to speak to him again.