Mascara

Mascara - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Year 2468

The man was shaking slightly, his thin fists trembling and a slight flush rising in his pale skin.

"Stand up." The voice was not cold or unfriendly; on the contrary, it was warm and amused but the man knew better than to think it as a request. He heaved himself to his feet shakily, forcing himself to meet the eyes of the person he feared most. It was like seeing hope with the underlying of Hell.

"Your son." The other man spoke these words like poison in his mouth, disdain seeping into his initially casual and amused tone.

The first man felt the stirrings of anger awaken in the cold fear that had long numbed the very pits of his stomach. He could feel the injustice of it all, the effort he had put in being wasted, all because of the one boy whom he had actually dared to put his faith in – after all, the same blood flooded their veins.

When he spoke, no traces of his fury were revealed. Instead he spoke in respectful, obedient tones, the kind of tones his son had never once genuinely spoken to him in. "I know. When we find him—"

"If we find him," the other man corrected calmly. "You should know where he is by now."

He swallowed. His son had always been a disgrace, that part was true, but to think he would resort to such unforgivable means struck a blow to him and his image to the Master. All for the sake to pursue his... his...

He didn't even want to think those words.

"His sexual orientation." His Master's words came out as a drawl; it disturbed him how easily his Master could read him. How his Master said the very words he'd wanted to avoid saying. He flinched.

"He was always... well, a little against it when I introduced him to ladies." Against it was one term for it, and he knew that.

"Forget the boy for now," the Master ordered. "I have this covered. You, on the other hand, have a lot to deal with aside from this."

"But sir... what have you planned?" he wanted to know.

The man smirked. "He is the not the only one capable of travelling to the past."

- MASCARA -

Year 2012

Pavonis felt his nose tingle. It was happening a lot lately, and he was sure he knew why. "Some hot guys are gossiping about me again," the young Frenchman told Danny with relish. Danny looked repulsed. "That is... great," she said hesitantly. "Now can we focus—"

"That it's just you and me?" Pavo trilled. "Yes, yes, I can!"

"No!" Danny hissed in irritation. While she found Pavo's attentions flattering – something she could never admit, she also found it annoying – something she could freely proclaim. Pavo simply had no sense of timing at all. "I'm talking about the fact that we're in a complete stranger's room and intruding!"

Rumors had spread of a bizarre Chinese man who had popped into existence from the sky – pretty much the same way Danny had announced her presence in this era. This time and year she did not belong to, and she desperately wanted to leave, back to her own world and own time. This peculiar man that rumours spoke of could be in the same spot as her, she hoped. Except, she was almost certain this man did not fall off a pirate ship, contemplating the meaning of life as he heaved his last breath, only to tumble into the arms of a purple-haired man.

Danny recalled her horror as she looked up at her saviour. She had nearly believed herself to have died and gone to Heaven, since no humans in her time had such outlandish hair colours. They would've been burnt at the stake!