My Little Devil BL (The Untamed/Advancing Bravely/Guardian/HIStory3)

Chapter 12

Zhao Yunlan said his goodbyes to Zhao Li An as he watched him get onto a bus home. Once confident that his friend was safe, he started his trek home. He felt slightly buzzed from the heat of the alcohol but otherwise was fine, it would take a bit more than 16 and a half shots to get him drunk.

"I am Zhao Yunlan," he said aloud to the quiet and remote streets home, "I can drink forever and not be drunk." He kicked some rocks and whistled his way down to the narrow alleyway where he lived.

Da Qing jumped out at him from behind a big green dustbin, straight into his arms. In his mouth he held a roll, still intact and wrapped in it's original wrapping. Yunlan took it out his mouth and set him down on the floor, scratching his fur.

"Ah, fat cat, thank you! I'm so hungry and all this drinking is making my mouth hungry for food. Mhmmm..." He stuffed the roll down his throat, leaving a little which he fed to his ginger cat. "Yunlan forgives you for what happened with Shen Wei!"

Together they walked down the road towards their little home. They turned to the fence that kept people far from them, but the sign that usually hung was pulled down, hanging loosely on one nail.

Looking cautiously around, Yunlan tied his hair into a loose bun and climbed over the fence. Gangs and different sketchy people had tried to break into his basement before, setting up traps for him. He crept along the alleyway nearing the window to his house.

Suddenly, out of the darkness a black figure jumped at him. Yunlan quickly swerved his punch and the mans hand went straight into the brick wall behind him, his small pocket knife bouncing of the wall, cutting his own hand. He screamed out in sudden pain, but before Yunlan could pay him any attention, another two figures sprung out at him. He quickly pushed over a big dustbin in front of them, making them bang into it and trip over. Da Qing began to frantically scratch them on their faces, springing from one to another, distracting and overwhelming them whilst Yunlan straightened himself up.

He climbed on top of the dustbin and as he jumped off he kicked both of them, knocking their chins up and causing them to fall backwards. He jumped on top of them and punched their faces until they were knocked out cold. He pounded the man who's hand was still bleeding, blood dripped out his mouth and he was knocked out cold.

He stood up and stretched, yawning with exaggerated confidence.

"These punks!!! Who do they think they are? tryinto break into Zhao Yunlan's house?? We showed them, didn't we?" He dragged them along the alleyway one by one, throwing them over the fence. "That should show them!"

He walked back to his basement in a huff, stalking down the few steps to his door when he noticed; his door had been roughly opened.

He barged in, stopping short. Sitting on the couch with his legs folded calmly ontop of each other, hands clasped together, as if in boredom, was Shen Wei.

Except, it wasn't Shen Wei.

The boy's face had the exact same features as Shen Wei, his face in an identical smirk, his beautiful high cheek bones with the same pinky glow. Only his hair was different, a pure white, it glowed like a pearl even in the poor lighting of the room. It hung loosely around his face, long and flowy, framing his face and body. He wore a soft purple satin robe, with a white sash.

Zhao Yunlan couldn't help but wonder how his Manga had suddenly jumped out the pages and became alive. Maybe She Wei had dressed up? To surprise him? To scare him? Why were there three men fighting him outside his door? Were they from Shen Wei?

Was Shen Wei the leader of an opposing gang?

"Don't move!" Zhao Yunlan put his hands out in a forceful stop motion as he crept forward.