A Hero and a Villain

Scene 4: The Sexy Samurai

[Shinso]

When he got back, he was horrified at the scene before him. Andeddo was covered in blood. His eyes were closed, and he visibly wasn't breathing.

It had only been ten minutes. Where did all that blood come from? When did he stop breathing? Was he still awake?

Hitoshi raced over to the couch and put a hand against his chest. There was nothing, not even a single beat.

Just as he was about to start CPR, the weirdest thing happened.

Andeddo's eyes fluttered open and he yawned, sitting up on the couch, "Yo Shinso, what did I miss?" Hitoshi froze, dead silent, "Y-You were just....." "Just what?" Andeddo asked calmly, "I passed out, right? Why do you look so freaked out?"

Hitoshi swallowed his words, trying to rethink his response. "Y-Yeah, you did. It's just, I couldn't find a doctor nearby. I was worried I was too late. Speaking of, how are you feeling?" Andeddo smiled, a blinding white smile that lit up the room, "I feel great, actually! I think the poison burned itself out while I was asleep."

Without even noticing, Hitoshi blushed a peach pink, staring at the beautiful angel sitting right in front of him.

Andeddo's brows furrowed and he leaned over on one arm, brushing back the hair around Hitoshi's forehead, "Are you sure you aren't coming down with a fever? Your face is a bit discolored."

Hitoshi flinched and backed up, "O-Oh! No, no I'm fine!" He took a deep breath and sighed, "I.....uh.....do you want a drink or something?" Andeddo smiled, a more casual kind of gesture this time, "Yes, actually. Water would be fine, thank you."

[Andeddo]

Hitoshi went into another room, presumably the kitchen, and Andeddo swung his legs over the side of the couch, sinking into the cushions. Scratching at his neck—a trait he had picked up from a certain someone—he muttered, "Tsk, idiot.....of course he came back just one minute early. You nearly got caught again." He leaned forward and rubbed his chin, "Then again, I think I had him convinced that I had no clue what happened."

Andeddo straightened back up when Hitoshi entered the room, handing him a glass of ice water before pulling over a chair and sitting down. Nodding curtly, Andeddo said, "Many thanks, Mr. Shinso. For this, and for all the help you given me, despite me being a complete stranger." Hitoshi smirked, "A complete stranger who winked at me in the middle of a gym, I might add."

Holy hell, he remembered that?!

Andeddo, despite trying his best not to, blushed at the thought. "Oh, uh, about that....." Hitoshi laughed, "No worries. It was my fault for staring." Andeddo sighed in relief, "Oh thank God, I thought you'd be mad at me..." Hitoshi lost it. "Pfft, AHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Andeddo cocked an eyebrow, "Explain." Hitoshi wiped away an imaginary tear, "Why would I be mad? It's plainly obvious that you're gay. I mean, no offense, but no straight guy could pull off a suit, ponytail, and eyeliner that well."

Wait, eyeliner? Did I put on eyeliner today? Oh yeah, I totally forgot I was wearing it.....

He wasn't used to admitting it, but this was a whole new situation altogether. "Dang. I guess you caught me....." Hitoshi looked a bit surprised, but then said, "So, I'm curious." Oh dear..... "What's with that katana you were flashing back at the gym? Are you some traditional samurai or something, or is that just a hobby?"

Andeddo was quiet for a moment, then replied, "I guess you could say it's a hobby? I mean, not exactly. It's just, my grandmother taught me pretty much all of the old traditions of Japan, including almost every weapon skill. I think it just stuck with me more than the others....."

Hitoshi whistled, "Wow, that's impressive. Then, did she train you to be that good, or did you do that yourself?" Again, it took a moment for him to think. "She taught me how to use them, and certain techniques, but in the end I continued the art long after she died."

"Oh....." He didn't ask further into it, thankfully.

"Man, it's only been an hour or two and we've already become best buds." Andeddo joked. Hitoshi smiled, "Heh, I guess you're right. Then again, how old even are you?" "'Bout thirty-five." "WHAT?!" Andeddo guffawed at his bug-eyed face, "What? Something weird?" Hitoshi flopped back on the chair, "Damn, you don't look a day over twenty. But I guess that makes us the same age. What a coincidence."

Andeddo glanced at his watch and swore under his breath, "I have to go. It's been great talking with you, but I'm way off schedule. I have to back to work." Hitoshi nodded, taking the glass from him after he finished it, "Are you sure you're able to get home by yourself? I mean, you almost died back there." Andeddo chuckled, "I'm quite sure. I'm feeling much better now. Besides, not even poison couldn't mess up my photographic memory."

He brushed off his pants and slid his suit jacket over his shoulders, picking up his tie off the stand next to the couch, "Thank you for your delightful company, Mr. Shinso." He walked to the door, but stopped just as he placed his hand on the knob, turning around with a grin, "Who knows, maybe I'll have to return the favor some time."

With that, he walked out the door, stepping back into his cold, dull Iittle world.