The Lords against DJ

DJ in the Apartment

DJ was happy, oh so happy, to be back at his place. Where nobody owed him anything and peace and quiet were the only roommate he had, Jerry was relaxed as ever. After returning to his small apartment, the young detective twirled around the tiny space like a princess, he dragged his thin fingers across the dusty minimal furniture and smiled through his dark orbs while reminiscing the old times of his life, before rescuing Yael.

Seeping in the cold, harsh memories of uninteresting cases on the rusty dusty stool and table for the sake of some money, roaming about the always empty kitchenette in the search of a small edible snack and long naps on the springy couch to avoid the nagging hunger grumbling in his tummy.....DJ sighed at the bittersweet adventures of his alone life as he began the cleaning of the place with a small smile on his face.

The place was bug-infested, every corner contained a group of flies and crawlers waiting to be smashed, but the worst situation never occurred until DJ noticed his precious notes about Yael's disappearance had been eaten to shreds.

It couldn't be no one other than 'Bachelor', the rowdy mouse of the building, who did that.

That bastard.

A life like this was difficult for a boy like Jerry, but it was what he had found peace in.

Like any other enthusiast of life and its glorious expectancy, DJ also planned to start and take his detective business to a suitable height. A money-making business which would have allowed him a comfortable life and offered him some of the perks the high class can afford.

Unfortunately, fate didn't agree with DJ as it had other plans like always.

The business flopped sooner than expected and the detective found himself deep in debt. Aftermath of that flopped business was a sore memory......it included many fights and threats that DJ couldn't handle and had to endure just because he was incapacitated. Several 'money men' waited for him around the corner on daily basis and a handful of dangerous scenarios had also crumbled the boy under their weights.

But not anymore.

Only the thought of his thick pockets, full of bundles of cash, had brought a glint to his big, curious eyes as the small, sad stretch of lips transformed into a solid grin and DJ smiled thoroughly. Patting at them added a little value to his diminishing confidence while the boy planned on spoiling his tiny self with dozens of green apples, half a dozen meat buns and a full box of his favourite soda.

The whole cleaning and rearranging of his living space and bathroom had taken him two days of work, including the long naps, and the reward should be worth it.

However, the precious limited grocery haul couldn't even make it to its destined cabinets before a sudden pounding at the door of DJ's apartment notified the arrival of Tom Blue.

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"How could you do this to me babe? You left without telling me, without taking me with you. What's a betrayal if not this?" the older of the two accused, finger pointed in DJ's direction and a frown situated on his forehead to showcase his dismay. Tom rushed to Ferra market the moment he got the news about DJ back in town, he had so much to ask, so much to know and so much to share and for that he didn't waste a second.

But the encounter didn't go as planned.

Right after his obnoxious outburst, DJ felt a strange anger rising in him. He stared at his friend with wide eyes while replaying all those dangerous, life-threatening scenarios and couldn't help when a scoff made its way out of his pretty parted lips.

"I-I le-left you?" DJ started "Y-You bail-led on-on me la-last min-minute Tom, y-you li-lied that you wi-will co-come with me-me and th-that we a-are in thi-this tog-gether. I-I waited f-for you ev-even t-though I kn-knew yo-you wo-wouldn't com-come." The young detective bellowed, raising his own tiny finger at Tom, as he delivered a piece of his mind. He breathed heavily, since most of his oxygen went into stammering out the justice for himself, and glared at Tom to counter his audacity.