Dispatch Society [SEQUEL TO THE FUNTOM COMPANY]

3: Boss|Society

Chris's mouth dropped at the sight of Victor and Yuri's new hairstyles. He stormed over to Victor, grabbing him by the shoulders, shaking him lightly, before asking, "What did you do to your hair!? It's all gone! What exactly did I miss yesterday? Did you all play truth or dare without me? You know I hate that." Otabek was silent and looking in the other direction. He hadn't said much since the incident. It was as if his voice was locked away. He might never speak again. He did get an undercut though, so the only one who's hairstyle hadn't changed was Chris. 

"They're officially in my gang now. We made the decision last night," Victor smiled. "No more competitors. They are mine and only mine. Isn't that great?" Otabek flinched at the words. Yuri's face went pale as he brought his hand up to his hair. 

"You look fine," Victor assured. "Long hair wasn't what made you beautiful," Victor poked Yuri in the chest. "It's the inside that counts." Yuri grabbed Victor's arm and hugged it. Victor meant a lot to him, whatever he said was the word of God. But, this wouldn't change the fact that his hair meant a lot to him too. Victor cut his beautiful hair just for Yuri. It was a lot to take in. His idol on earth had done something so drastic just to make him feel better. It only made him feel worse. Despite all of this, for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to hate Otabek. Sure, he was the one that committed this crime against him, but Yuri blamed circumstance more than anything. And, Otabek seemed plenty enough remorseful.

"Something happened and I have a feeling it's something I shouldn't be asking about," Chris frowned.

"I have a feeling if I told you, you wouldn't believe me," Victor winked. The sound of whispering and footsteps silenced the group of four. They turned their heads to see what the commotion was about.

"Did you hear about what happened last night? Apparently The Funtom Company started another fire," students whispered to each other in the hallway as Ciel Phantomhive passed by. Ciel made it a point to stop, look them in the eyes, and walk away. Sebastian followed him around like a butler. He was a butler, in Chris's fanfiction at least.

"I ship them so fucking hard," Chris sighed.

"We know," Yuri and Victor said at the same time.

"But, just look at them," Chris gestured. He was about to go on another rant but Yuri gave him a look and he shut his mouth.

The bell rang and they were all off to class. Victor couldn't help but think of Ciel Phantomhive. He had a resemblance to his father...from what Victor had seen of Vincent in the papers. It was something his brother didn't have. Sure, Leic Phantomhive looked more like Vincent, technically, but Ciel had a determination in his eyes that Leic didn't have. It was ominous. Victor didn't appreciate it. 

...

"I want to die," Adrian plopped down on the couch. From what Victor could tell, he was continuing to dress nicely for his new job. Good for him. He was trying his best. 

"What happened?"

"My boss is an adorable sleeper but his sons terrify me," Adrian sighed and screamed into his pillow. "I don't want to be killed but I want to die!"

"Will you go die somewhere else? I still have a lab report to write, damnit," Franken threw a pillow at his brother's butt. "There will be no dying under this roof. Die on your own time under mysterious circumstances so I don't get pinned for murder like last time." 

"Like last time?" Victor raised an eyebrow. 

"I think I have a crush on my boss," Adrian changed the subject before Victor asked too many questions. He rested his head on the pillow. "This is bad."

"Is it really that bad? He could be good for you." Victor had no idea what Vincent Phantomhive was like. The two hadn't met. But, he hadn't seen Adrian act like this in a long while. It couldn't hurt to put a little faith in the stranger. 

"I highly doubt," Adrian frowned, "anything that man does is good for anyone."

"Aw, surely he can't be that bad." Victor looked into Vincent when he got home from school that day (he had to make sure Vincent was at least holy enough for benefit of the doubt). Apparently, Vincent and Adrian went to the same high school Victor was currently attending. Vincent was leading The Funtom Company, but it wasn't a company back then, it was a biker gang. Ciel was bringing it back, just like Victor was doing with Dispatch Society. One had to think how long it would take before the two joined up. Victor quite liked Ciel. Don't ask him why. He had no idea why. He hated the look Ciel wore on his face sometimes. He didn't like that resemblance to Vincent. But, that didn't stop him from enjoying Ciel as an individual. 

"There are so many rumors surrounding him, I wonder how many of them are true," Adrian confessed.

"There is a bit of truth to every rumor, but a lot of falsehood too."

"When did you get so smart?"

"When I popped out the womb," Victor shrugged.

"Why does he have to be so attractive? Vik, I'm going to die."

"Didn't you want to die just a second ago? Your dream is coming true," Franken rolled his eyes and left the room. The report wasn't going to write itself. His idiot brother was too gay for his own good. Franken wished he could just knock some sense into him. Quite literally. He would tape the word "Sense" on a hammer and bash his head in except for the small fact that he wished to avoid the police as much as humanly possible. 

"He can't be that bad," Victor sighed. "Would you rather have an ugly boss?"

"Sometimes, I think it would be better," Adrian turned his head to look at Victor, "Would you be okay with me entering another relationship? I'm not saying I will, and certainly not with my boss, but I mean...in the future, maybe, if I find someone other than your mother..."

"I'm not a child, Papa," Victor assured. "I know what it means to be gay and Uncle Stein has certainly explained the situation between you and my mother enough times. I'm not going to be angry with you. I love you. I'm sure she loved me a bit too, somewhere in her heart, but I have you to love me now. I have my friends too and Uncle Stein."

"I'm sorry," Adrian began to cry. "I'm so sorry." His tears smudged the makeup on his face, revealing the stitch-like scar that Victor wasn't used to seeing all of the time.

"It's okay, don't cry. Papa, don't cry," Victor got up and moved to the couch. He picked up his father's head and held it close to his chest, hushing him. "It's okay."

"I never wanted to be gay," Adrian sobbed. He didn't intend for the conversation to take this turn, or for him to remember his childhood. He just wanted to complain about Vincent, his boss, not anything else. Now his son was comforting him. He felt like an idiot. "I'm sorry," he apologized over and over. "I'm such a terrible father."

"No, Papa, you're the best one."