Classic Black

Lost and Found

Edge started slamming his fists against Classic's door, at 6 pm.

Classic was a definitely more than a little startled to hear the punishment his poor door had to endure.

He pushed out of his traitorous swivel chair and walked to the door, opening the poor beaten door.

A small part of him had hoped that this aggressive knocker was Black, though he was throughly disappointed—as well as—surprised when he was pushed to the side by none other than Edge Fell himself.

"Hello?" Classic huffed softly, determined to get upset, but his worry and confusion overruled.

"Where is Black?" Edge halted and spun to face Classic.

"Is he missing?"

Edge was impatient and pissed. "You're telling me you don't have him?"

"No, search my apartment if you need proof, oh wait--" He paused when Edge started rifling through his home.

Edge cursed when he made a complete circle through the expensive home.

"Finished?" Classic was a little disappointed that Edge actually did look around.

Edge ignored him and Classic moved on.

"I didn't know he was missing." Classic sighed watching Edge pace now.

"You said that twice now." Edge scowled as he brushed past Classic once again.

"Try the park! He might be there..." His voice trailed off hearing Edge begin to growl again.

"...you took him to the god damn park? The one with junkies and druggies, the only fucking green park in the area?!" Edge barked at Classic, Classic straightened and crossed his arms.

"No of course not! And if I did, it was three in the morning, nobody would have even been there. I can show you where we went if you need me to." Classic shook his head.

He would never take someone to a park like that! Especially not someone he was trying to woo.

Edge tapped his foot, he was just eager to get Black back where he belonged. "FINE! Fine, if you think he will be there then let's go!"

With that they retreated to their cars and both drove in their own vehicles in silence to the park. As Edge pulled up to the gate with Classic, rage boiled in him, he stopped his car and got out.

Edge grabbed the card as Classic pulled it out and he growled darkly had Classic thought this was a JOKE?????

"HOW is Black going to get in here without a card?! You just wasted my time!" Edge snapped, 'Imbecile!!' he thought as he flung the card at Classic, who fumbled around to catch it.

"I'm sorry I though he would be here! He said he liked it--" Classic jumped out of the car as Edge stalked off.

"WHO CARES IF HE FUCKING LIKED IT!! We are on a time crunch here!! And if we don't find Black in the next two fucking hours we have to report him! And Honey will not be pleased with his brother in jail, so, if you could, stop WASTING my time and start THINKING logically about what you do next time! That would be much appreciated thank you!!" Edge shouted and did a one-eighty and stormed back to his car.

Classic stood there for a bit watching Edge drive off if his little fit if concerned rage.

———

Classic puffed his chest he would help find Black! So he started speedwalking the sidewalk, and calling Black's name.

After thirty minutes or so, Killer heard Classic's screeching.

Killer took a moment and watched Classic from a distance, he decided to advance towards him, having pretty much no prior knowledge of Classic, other than the fact he had been distracting Black from his job last night.

"Since, when did looking for Black become a manhunt?" Killer shouted at Classic as he jogged over, Classic wasn't slowing down much.

Funnily enough, Killer was helping too. Despite what it looked like, Killer did care about Blackberry, in his own way, that's why he was just hard on him.

"His brother didn't want him arrested and Edge came to my apartment looking for him, so if you see him call me." Classic nodded panting a bit.

Man... he really need to get out of his chair more...

"I'll just call his brother!" Killer shouted as he slowed down it was pretty evident that Classic wasn't slowing down.

"I'd still like to know as well!" Classic hollered and ran off, but Classic forgot a big problem.

He didn't have Killer's number, and Killer didn't have his.

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It had been a couple of minutes before the time was up when Edge finally found him. Black hadn't even made it a few blocks from the apartment!

He was bruised and a bit cut up, and his black eye did him no good for his looks, but Black was alright and taken home before the time limit.

Edge didn't call Classic leaving the poor guy to blunder around and ruin his voice looking, that is until Killer told Classic. And that resulted in a number exchange...

———

Honey sighed at Black's attitude, he was doing his best to ignore him.

"Stop it! I'm fine now! You're just going to make it worse!!" Black hissed at the alcoholic wipes.

"It's better than nothing Black..." Honey huffed

Honey wrapped him up in gauze

"I feel like a mummy..." Black tried to loosen the bandages "You used too mu--" Honey grabbed Black's hand and stopped him, Black frozen and looked up.

"Don't... just... don't..." Honey's voice wavered, Black gingerly pulled his hand back. He felt that he had pushed Honey too far.

Edge was practically glaring lasers through Black... Black quieted, letting Honey finish.

But Honey just stood up and walked to Edge, Honey didn't have the patience anymore to deal with his brother, he was too stressed.

Edge scooped Honey up and walked to their room. It was time for a talk.

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