The Lords against DJ

DJ in the Deck

Thunder roared in the sky, like a raging tiger, simultaneous to the rumble in DJ's tummy, making the detective groan in agitation and circle his waist with both hands. He paced around the room, occasionally glancing at the thrumming rain outside, while he cursed his tiny, hungry self for returning the food served in his room a few hours earlier. An organised mix of strange-looking soup in a big bowl, a piece of expensive bread and rare steak made DJ gag at first sight making the butler worried. Upon that, the aroma that wafted off the food and filled the room was so strong that DJ had to hold his button nose before shaking his head and denying dinner despite being hungry.

The boy had a selective palate suitable for his poor stomach and poor bank most of his life; any foreign taste was always a difficult job, hence the dilemma.

But now that he thinks it over, DJ found himself regretting.

DJ would have never done what he did; he would have never stepped outside his room if his rumbling stomach didn't protest with angry demands. However, in the darkness of the night, while the rain and thunder shifted turns, DJ climbed down the stairs of the quiet, dimly lit mansion as his soft, bare feet tiptoed on the tiled floor.

On the last step, DJ felt a sudden relief of nerves as soon as the scent of damp earth and fresh wind crashed into him like a truck. The whole ground floor was ruled over by natural fragrance emanating from beautiful greens and wet soil, the sound of splashing rain echoed through the hallways, and see-through light curtains flailed like a dream.

The back deck was open to reveal all that mesmerising scenery and DJ was drawn to the splendid rain outside without his mind's consent.

The detective ambled near the flying curtain, making his merry way through the silent furniture and large mantle pieces, as he approached the deck with wobbly legs. Cold, strong wind, mixed with raindrops, bestowed a kiss on his cheeks, once he stepped onto the wooden floor, and DJ bloomed pink under the effect making him slip a slight giggle in the air. He savoured the weather, raising his tiny hands to collect the droplets, and he squirmed friskily when air twirled inside his shirt, tousled his hair and smothered his bare legs with specs of water while he twisted his fingers painfully to the point they turned red.

Unaware that he was being an irresistible sight for a stone-cold heart accompanying him in that raging weather.

Until...

"What are you doing here?" A dark, heavy voice emerged from the right of DJ, breaking in the melody of nature's play, and startled the boy to his core. DJ turned on his heels, facing the source, and gasped when a silhouette—a dark outline of a large man—stood in front of him, probably staring at him, with one hand holding a glass of wine and the other holding a stick of cigarettes.

DJ never answered and the quiet spread again, rain hammering harshly behind, as the man and the detective stared at each other in the dark.

The voice belonged to lord Yael, and DJ calculated it in record time, much to his proud. He watched as the figure moved towards him slowly, a little tipsy perhaps, considering the heavy steps, as he closed the distance enough for DJ to discern as truth what he thought was a guess only. The younger stayed rooted on his spot, not enough courageous to move even a step back when he was held captive by the lord and his commanding aura down to his soul, while the older closed the distance inch by inch.

It was indeed Yael, and he was a little drunk.

The lord was there way before DJ decided to join, the man enjoyed the weather along with some alcohol and smokes while he thought about life-changing events. Small pitter-patter of rain felt blissful on his burning skin, soaking the worries into a blur and making the scariest lord of Pyro drop everything and get close to nature.