Troglodytic (Yaoi BoyXBoy)

Part 2: Company「Takahiro」

Part 2: Company

The guy was bleeding profusely, and I quickly helped him in my house. I quickly went to the phone before I was stopped by his bloody hand.

"Don't...call..." He winces in pain as he drops to the ground.

"W-Why?!" I began to panic thinking that I would be tied to this, and someone might accuse me of injuring this guy.

"Don't...please..." He grabs my ankle tightly.

"Ah okay okay let me find you something." I shook him off, and ran towards my bathroom cabinet to find some bandages. My hands were shaking. I hadn't recalled the last time I had felt so shaken before. I was normally a calm guy up until now. I dug around, and found some bandages, and rushed back to the injured guy.

"Unnnhgg..." He moaned as he clenched his stomach tighter.

"Here here." My hands didn't know what to do. I tried to move his arms, but I was scared to touch the blood.

"Hurry!" He raised his voice, and it pissed me off.

I quickly removed his hands, and lifted his shirt up. I saw a semi deep stab wound on his abdomen. Luckily it wasn't deep enough to hit any major arteries. I quickly pressed a padded band-aid on it to stop the bleeding. "Sit up." I asked of him, and he obeyed with groans. I wrapped the fabric bandages around his small waist, and patched it up.

"Pain killers..." He pleads in a low voice.

"Gotcha." I ran back to the cabinet, and brought out pain killers, and a bottle of water. The guy snatches it, and quickly downs two pills.

"Get on the couch or anything. You need to lay down." I demanded.

"C-can't." He shuts his eyes tightly.

"Shit fuck! Why don't you just let me call?!"

"No don't!"

I went up to him, and scooped him in my arms bridal style, and placed him on the couch gently. "This could end badly." I truthfully told him.

"It won't." He holds his stomach. I could see the pools of sweat forming on his face. I could tell he was in a lot of pain, but I was pretty much helpless. I had to respect the fact that he didn't want the police involve. What if he was mixed in with some robbery or murder? I could be in deep shit if he is. My mind was all over the place, debating on whether or not I should phone the police station or not.

"Can I get you anything? Can I at least call your family?"

"I have no family. I live alone..." He could barely be audible. His voice was so quiet that I couldn't make out half the bullshit he was saying.

"What the hell? I can't just leave you in my house." I was annoyed, and frightened at the same time.

"Just let me stay you idioit!" He yells.

I slammed my fist on the wall, and he jumped slightly. "Listen here punk, you have no right to be rude to me when I have followed your fucking orders." I glared, and roared my words.

The guy didn't seem as stunned by my brutality, and just glared back. "Fuck off." He spats back.

"I can call the cops right now." I threatened him.

He shuts up, and doesn't bother saying another word back to me. I ignored him, and went back to the bathroom. I took out my cellphone. I wanted to call Ai, and tell him the crazy shit that had just happened, but I didn't want him to know that I was caught up in the middle of it all.

After a minute or two, I finally stepped out of the bathroom, and went to check on the injured guy on my couch. He looked to have fallen asleep. His face was pale, and he looked dead.