Masked Emotions // Dream6d

Chapter 9

Warning: Strong Language, sexual innuendos, blood, mention of death

Dream nursed his hurt fist, cursing to himself. The wall showed no sign of the punch it had just received. Darryl sighed. " Calm down, I'm sure it's not what you think."

" What else could it fucking be?!" The blonde snapped. " He was describing me to that fat old guy! I heard him, Darryl!"

" Maybe he did, but please leave my wall out of this," the chef said, standing up and brushing the blood off his wall. He turned back to the blonde, who'd used up the majority of his anger, and was now looking sadly down at his feet. Darryl put a hand on his shoulder, rubbing comfortingly. " I don't know why you're so attached, he's just another witness."

Dream shrugged off the hand. " I thought you of all people would understand! I see how you look at Zak!"

The chef flinched. " My relationship with my apprentice has no reason to be in this conversation, Dream." The hitman raised an eyebrow and Darryl's cheeks heated up a bit. " Okay, so maybe I think he's a little cute when he's being clueless, but what would that have to do with Vincent?!"

Dream groaned, allowing himself to collapse onto Darryl's bed. He felt the mattress groan as the chef sat down next to him. " You have a crush on him, don't you!"

" Had! I had a crush on him, but now that he's gone and told on me, I have to figure out how to escape these stupid feelings," Dream said, covering his face with his hands.

" But how?" The hitman gave the older man a weird look. " How did you, Mr. Stone-Cold-Killer, catch feelings for someone in the span of three days?!"

" Everyone gets crushes, Darryl." Dream rolled his eyes. " This is just the first time I've let them come to the surface. I thought I might actually have a chance with this one! The others were all out of my league, or not the people I thought they were..."

" When you work with assassins, it's not easy to fall in love," Darryl said, sympathizing. " Yeah, I get it. I think you should talk it over with Vincent, I'm sure this is all one big misunderstanding."

Dream bit his lip, debating whether or not he should voice his fears. " But what if it isn't? What if he really did rat me out, and I'd be giving myself false hope?"

" I know Vincent, and I really doubt he would do that to you." Darryl sighed, " The guards tried to arrest Zak today."

Dream sat straight up. " What?!"

" They thought he might be the one who poisoned the food. Vincent's boss came in and told them off, I suspect because of your little boyfriend," Darryl told him.

The blonde ran a hand through his hair. " Oh my God! I totally misunderstood him! He's gonna hate me!"

Without another word, Dream sprinted to the window and leaped out. Darryl smiled to himself, shaking his head at the energetic youth. A knock came at his door, and Zak opened it a second later. " Hey," the apprentice greeted quietly.

" Hey," the chef returned. " What brings you here at this time of night?"

Zak fidgeted with his shirt. " I'm sorry for all the commotion today, I really messed up dinner."

Darryl held out his hand and the apprentice slowly took it. The chef pulled the younger man into the bed next to him, a small smile on his face. " It's fine. It was just another one of the King's theories. We both know you didn't drug the food."

Zak glanced away. " Right," he said quietly. " So, I was wondering... if maybe you could teach me to make that bread tonight?"

" Of course, let me just write down the recipe and you can go-"