Shadow Love

Chapter 5

Mykal's POV

~~~Sunday~~~

After dropping off Matthew and Calvin off at the dorms, finally getting home around 2 AM, since I stopped at Walmart, getting my all time favorite Ice Cream Moosetracks. Going into the kitchen, to put it away in the freezer only to walk into the wall face first.

 Attempting to get to the living room area, trip over the step going down into the area start muttering, "Well, tonight has been fun...." to which BRAT replies, "Dammy, what has made you so out of sorts?"

"Met someone who....well, lets just say has caught my interest.......as a matter of fact 'naQ ones patmey lulo'ta' check jose Salvatore, jeqqIj dragon Lair loDnI'Daj Salvatore Javier, 'ej owner, Hoch detail vIneH ' (background check on Jose Salvatore, owner of the club The Dragon's Lair and his brother Javier Salvatore, complete ones, I want every detail). Let's see what they have hidden in their closets.......Brat, who is on the jet for the equipment delivery??" attempting to divert my thought and brain from images of Mr. Yummy.

"From what I can find from the companies computers, Dr. Kaori Suga from the Electronic Engineering Department is the only person taking a one week vacation this week. All other employees are going to be in the company doing work, since they all seem to have pending deadlines, Dammy". Brat replies to which I ask, "Guards assigned?". She simply replies with "Unknown".

"Shit...Father isn't making this easy is he?" asking this as I stumble my way up the stairs to my bedroom to change, decide suddenly to go to Sub-basement-level one for some much needed relaxation and hopefully able to get Mr. Yummy out of my mind long enough to do what I need to do.

After utilizing the trampoline room for four hours, thoughts of Mr. Yummy still are going through my mind, again causing me to injure myself as I land wrong for the nth time. Most prominently curiosity is going through my mind as to how sex worked between two men, even if I had two fathers in that type of relationship it is just not kosher to ask them about it, and thinking about my options to get the information without polluting BRAT's brain with cyber images of it, decide to quit jumping before I injure myself further. 

Going back up stairs, make my way to the bathroom to take a shower only to walk into the shower door as I go to get in. Finally getting dressed in a pair of track pants, and the ever present long sleeve t-shirt and an old pair of tennis shoes without any further injury or completing the rest of my routine, make my way to the room next to the master bedroom. Opening the door, look towards the floor to ceiling bookshelves full of manga, trying to remember which ones were Yaoi, choosing the single volumes of Yume Musubi, Koi Musubi and Nee, Sensei by Sakuragi Yaya. Go over to the mini fridge, stubbing my foot on a shelf, pull out a bottle of orange juice, plop down on a navy blue bean bag to read them.

I find myself getting into the love stories for a bit and then came to the first love scene, turning my head away fast as I spew my drink everywhere. Jumping up to get a paper towel, wipe up the juice from off the floor while saying "Fuck no, uh uh....hell no". Once the mess is cleaned, sitting back down take another look at the pictures within the one manga only to close it quickly, get up on unsteady feet, walk over and, put them back in their spots on the shelf, face flushed with intense heat, body shivering, breathe coming out in pants trying to imagine Mr. Yummy doing 'that' with me and decide to forget about it, not even going to go there....'nope, uh uh' only thought repeating....go downstairs falling down the last three steps, and start to clean up the house.

At around half past noon; since it took twice as long to clean the house since I kept spilling the supplies every where; go out to the garage and watch as the two garage bays open that hold the Mustang and Suburban, going over to get the keys belonging to the vehicles with still shaking hands, get in them and pull them one at a time into the curved drive. Dragging out the hose after connecting it, of course tripping over it twice, 'If I can't get those images out of my head, I am going to be one huge bruise' thinking this while dragging a step ladder beside the suburban so I can reach it's roof, then gather the supplies needed to wash them as well as the case holding testing equipment for the personal modifications I had installed into them, slamming 'accidentally' the case repeatedly into my knees as I walk.