This Strange World Needs A Kicking! – Ch. 21
By Laura S. Fox
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Chapter Twenty-One – From
The Shadows
Even if he inhabited a
clueless, clumsy body, Sebastian was aware of his senses being where they
needed to be, so after wandering for a while, he could tell that someone was
following him. The attempt from earlier that day rushed to mind immediately.
After all, as wrapped as he had been in indulging in forbidden pleasures with
Milo, he had failed to think properly of the true meaning of being thrown into
a strange world like this one.
The most logical
explanation was that someone wanted to bring Ifigia
to its doom by removing him from the throne. Why that someone had chosen that
strange manner of handling such a thing was beyond his comprehension. Unless,
he thought, as he stopped, that someone had also sent a minion along to ensure
that Prince Sebastian would never return to his world.
"Who are you and why are
you following me?" He turned quickly on his heels to surprise the adversary
that was stalking him from the shadows.
To his surprise, he found
himself face to face with that pig-like-faced boy from school named Chet. The
same Chet Milo had suspected to have thrown that rock only hours ago. He was
accompanied by two other boys and grinned like an idiot.
Sebastian crossed his
arms over his chest. "Well, what do you have to say for yourself?"
Something from his manner
of speech seemed to surprise Chet for a bit because he shifted his weight from
one foot to another and looked at his acolytes as if they could help him
understand.
"Were you sent to
assassinate me?" Sebastian asked and narrowed his eyes. Lost in thought as he
had been, he had wandered off, and he had no idea where exactly he was. It
wasn't yet evening, but the alley didn't appear to be much-circulated at that
hour.
At his question, Chet and
the other two began neighing like horses. As if Sebastian was some kind of
jester supposed to entertain them.
"Just listen to this
dork," Chet barked and pointed at him. "Assassinate him? Who do you think you
are? The king of England?"
"No," Sebastian replied
promptly. He had no idea if Kai was capable of fighting, and Milo pointed out
that the body he was currently in was unfit for such endeavors, but that didn't
mean that he wouldn't stand his ground. "I'm the prince of Ifigia,
as you most probably well know."
This time, Chet started
to laugh so hard that he bent over from the waist while his companions followed
his example. Things were starting to get stranger and stranger. If Chet was an
assassin, he had to be of the most idiotic type. Since it appeared that obtaining
information from him was a futile task, Sebastian thought it would be for the
better to continue his walk and return home. The information required would
surely reveal itself at the appropriate time. That or his would-be assassins
were finally forced to show their hand.
The moment he started
walking, Chet stopped him by putting a hand on his shoulder. Sebastian shook it
off effortlessly, and that triggered a different reaction.
"Hey, where are you
going, lover boy? We were talking to you." Chet hung his arm over Sebastian's
shoulders, making him stumble under the sudden weight for a moment. The
unpleasant smell of an unwashed person made Sebastian grimace the moment Chet
got so close without permission.
"You weren't talking. You
were just laughing like idiots," Sebastian said. This time, when he tried to
shake off Chet's arm, he encountered a lot more resistance. "You are not
allowed to touch me so casually," he added, slightly disgusted with his
assailant's proximity.
"I'm touching you however
I want. Were you with your boyfriend?"
Why did Chet want to know
such a thing? Was all this about Milo, after all?
"That doesn't concern
you," Sebastian said through his teeth and struggled more to get Chet away from
him. It was at least unnerving how feeble Kai's constitution was.
"Did you kiss?" Chet
pouted his ugly lips and made weird sounds while trying to get close to
Sebastian's cheek. His mouth smelled even more disgusting than the rest of his
body.
This time, Sebastian
steeled himself and managed to push Chet away. He straightened his clothes. "As
I said, it doesn't concern you."
"No shit." Chet pushed
against his shoulder, making him half-turn without wanting to. "Do Milo's
teammates know?"
"I see no reason to
continue this conversation." Sebastian made another attempt to leave. He could
make no sense of what that boy was talking about. And he was starting to have
his doubts about the assassination attempt.
Chet jumped in front of
him, and this time, pushed him hard enough to make him lose his balance and
fall. The pig-like face loomed over him. "It's a simple question, nerd. Do they
know?"
"Know what?" Sebastian
asked while he began looking around to evaluate his surroundings and find a
strategy to even the odds of having to fight against Chet and his acolytes.
They were crowding around him with menacing looks on their faces.
"That he's putting his
dick in a dude," Chet said.
Sebastian grimaced. "Are
you always this crass? I can imagine how your social life must be, forced to
hang around with this lot." He gestured with his chin toward Chet's companions.
At the same time, while taking advantage of how Chet was engaged in another
collective laughter with the others, he felt the ground under his fingers and
began moving his hand around.
Chet hovered above him.
His eyes were mean and cold. "This nerd is something else. Do you guys hear
him?"
The others confirmed with
another bout of laughter.
Sebastian curled his
right hand around the soft soil and attacked quickly. The dirt spread into
small pieces and hit Chet in the face, taking him by surprise. At a moment's
notice, he was back on his feet, pushing against Chet's chest hard and making
him stumble and land on his ass. Right away, screams of anger broke out. The
fight was uneven, and he didn't need the confirmation that Kai's body wouldn't
handle a battle with such uneven odds too well. As disgusted as he felt with
running away from a confrontation, he had no choice at the moment. Starting
tonight, he would ask his phone what he could do to learn how to fight. As
things looked, there were assassins sent to kill him, as unskilled as they
seemed, and he needed to fend off for himself.
Unfortunately, Kai's body
wasn't adept at running either, so an angry shouting Chet finally caught up
with him and pushed him, making him hit the sidewalk, face first. Sebastian
groaned and brought his hands to his face. His nose appeared to be bleeding. A
minor wound, but the pain was annoyingly real. He shook his head and turned on
his back to push himself up, not wanting to give his opponents the satisfaction
of imagining that he was cowering in fear.
"This dude just hurt
himself!" Chet laughed like an idiot. "I barely touched him, and he's
bleeding!"
Sebastian stood up and
wiped his face with the back of his hand. "If you intend to fight, at least do
it honorably."
"We're not in one of your
stupid video games, dork." Chet circled him and smacked him upside the
head.
Sebastian brought his arm
up without thinking and hit Chet right in the face. His weapon of choice was a
sword, but that didn't mean that he couldn't use his bare hands if need be, and
it looked that some of his knowledge of that still existed, even in that puny
body.
Chet clutched his face
and squealed. "You hit me! Guys, catch him."
Sebastian wanted to reply
that he had no intention to run this time, but the two acolytes grabbed him by
his arms, and Chet landed a vicious punch right at his belly. As much as he
tensed all his muscles before being hit, Sebastian doubled over and cursed
inwardly for being forced into such an inadequate body.
"How about you cry like a
baby and beg for mercy?" Chet hissed.
Deep anger was starting
to blossom everywhere. Sebastian looked up. "Never," he said with
dignity.
Chet punched him in the
face, and Sebastian barely kept in another groan as the pain flared. His nose
was indeed bleeding, and he could feel the warm blood pouring over his mouth
and chin.
"I barely touch you, and
you look so messed up," Chet said with glee. "Dorks are no satisfaction," he
told the others.
"If you met me in a fight
fair and square, I would give you the satisfaction you seek," Sebastian
replied. "What is your weapon of choice?"
That only managed to make
his attackers laugh again. He hated his current body; the punch to the stomach
was sure to leave a painful bruise, and the blood that kept pouring from his
nose appeared to come with the unexpected side effect of making him feel a bit
light-headed.
"I'm not going to lose my
time with you, loser," Chet said and wagged a finger at him. "You're not even
worth beating. But leave Milo alone, or his teammates will learn about you
two."
"It is possible that they
know already. I fail to see the meaning of your threat," Sebastian said as
calmly as he managed while the various pains in his body continued to torture him.
"They don't know, or
else, Milo would be off the team like this," Chet said and snapped his fingers.
Sebastian frowned. Milo
was playing basketball, and after what he kept saying, it was an essential part
of his life. There were also competitions similar to tournaments, and Milo
seemed to be quite adept at that sport. Therefore, what he could understand
from what Chet was saying was that Milo would be excluded because they were
boyfriends. He still couldn't understand why that was a detail that anyone would
have cared about and a reason to exclude someone from playing harmless
sports.
"Why would he be off the
team?" he asked.
Chet made a face like he
couldn't believe his ears. "Except for math and stupid French, you're a total
retard, aren't you? Homos aren't allowed to play!"
Sebastian's frown
deepened. He didn't understand the word, but he could recognize an insult for
what it was. The anger growing inside him was starting to bend to a different
shape.
"So, if you want your
boyfriend to keep playing, you'll leave him alone," Chet said, his ugly eyes
glinting.
"You're so smart, dude,"
another boy commented. "You're hitting him where it hurts! In his homo
feelings!"
They all laughed again as
they had just said something entertaining.
"But I also like hitting
him in his stupid face!" Chet added.
Sebastian braced himself
for another attack. He looked Chet square in the face, and under his direct
stare, the other wavered for a moment like he couldn't gather the courage to
hit him again.
"What are you boys doing
over there?" A male voice boomed from a fair distance.
"Shit. Let's go!" Chet
shouted at his acolytes, and they broke into a run right away, but not without
pushing Sebastian down one more time.
Hurried steps approached,
and Sebastian was yanked to his feet by a man in his forties, with a pair of
thick glasses on his face. "Are you all right, kid? What did they do to you? Do
you need the hospital?"
Sebastian winced, but the
kindness of this stranger wasn't what he needed right now. "No. It is nothing
but a light wound."
"Kids today." The man
shook his head. "Let me at least take you to a bus station just so those punks
don't bother you. Do you know them? Could you describe them if the police asked
you?"
Police meant
complications. Without getting to the bottom of all the intricacies of the
world he was currently living in, Sebastian knew from the various series he had
watched that the police were a corrupt organization that he couldn't trust.
"No. I didn't see their faces well," he replied politely. "But I will take you
up on the offer to show me to a bus station." According to the same series, he
needed to find a way and exact his revenge without any help from outsiders.
The man handed him a
handkerchief and offered him a compassionate look. "To think that people like
that will escape unpunished."
Sebastian wiped his face.
"They will not escape unpunished. Do not worry about that, good sir."
He could tell the
stranger looked at him dumbfounded, but he had no time to lose now that the
danger had finally presented itself. The order of things to do was simple.
Protect Milo.
Eliminate the threat.
***
It was fairly late when
he got home. He hoped to disappear into his bedroom without announcing his
presence, but Mrs. Martin was in the hallway when he entered.
"Kai," she exclaimed,
alarmed. "What happened to you?"
"A minor nuisance."
"This is not the moment
to play the smartass, young man," Mrs. Martin scolded him as she grabbed him by
the elbow and forced him to face her. "Who did this to you? Where was Milo?"
"Milo was at his home.
Nobody did anything to me."
"Don't you dare to lie to
me, young man. Come here, and let me see."
Sebastian wanted to
protest, but after a long and controlled sigh, he allowed her to drag him to
the bathroom and examine his face. She then used abnormally painful ointments
on his face and stuffed his nose with cotton while making him wince and pray
that the ordeal was over all the time.
"Now, are you ready to
talk, or should I call Milo and ask him what happened?"
"Milo wasn't there,"
Sebastian insisted. "I just got attacked by some bandits," he said after a
short deliberation of what terms to use. Assassins sent after the prince of Ifigia wouldn't cut it as an explanation Mrs. Martin could
understand or accept for that matter.
"Bandits? Do you mean,
thugs? Where did this happen?"
"In a park, somewhere. I
was just walking about and it happened."
"I'm still calling Milo.
Did you tell him, at least?"
Sebastian surprised Mrs.
Martin by grabbing her hand. "Mother, no," he said in a cold, measured voice.
Mrs. Martin appeared to be rightfully astonished by his reaction. He let go of
her hand. "I would much appreciate if you left Milo out of this."
That was what he also
needed to do. Milo and his love for basketball had to be protected. It was not
his place to interfere with the young man's life during his fleeting,
unexplainable visit to this world.
And he had to prepare to
eliminate the assassins sent to destroy him. They appeared ill-equipped for the
task, but Kai's body was, indeed, easy to hurt, so maybe whoever was behind it
all thought that no unnecessary force had to be dispatched.
They were underestimating
him, he decided, as he turned on his heels, heading for the bedroom. He needed
to begin his training so that he could increase his chances of survival. Also,
he had to ask his phone the best approach to breaking up with a boyfriend.
Sending Milo off with lavish gifts was, unfortunately, impossible, given the
rules of this world and also not at all what he truly wanted to do. He had a
feeling that the breaking up part would hurt him more than when Chet had hit
him. He touched his nose gingerly. It felt tender, and it could be that its
shape might suffer some changes.
Nonetheless, as he had
been taught, he needed to do what was right. And in this case, fleeting
feelings notwithstanding, that meant that he had to ensure that Milo was safe
from his enemies.
***
Kai blinked a few times
and tried to get up, but Pepin was wrapped around him quite tightly, and he
couldn't push him away without waking him up. So having sex was a bit
exhausting, but a lot of fun, he decided.
What was he thinking? He
had just taken Pepin's virginity! Well, he had taken his own virginity, too,
but that wasn't the point. Why wasn't he at least a little bit ashamed? Why
couldn't he wipe the stupid grin he had on his face? He could tell there was
one because his lips were stretched, and his cheeks were hurting. And why, oh,
why had he done it in the first place?
"I'm a BL character," he
whispered to himself. "Let's leave it at that."
Pepin mumbled something
in his sleep and rubbed his head against Kai's shoulder. It was only logical
that he would end up between the sheets with a character like that, Kai
thought. Pepin was, without a doubt, the most beautiful bishonen
ever, and if he didn't pair with him, the fandom would surely find a way to
bring them together. That usually happened, even to characters that weren't
part of a yaoi or BL story. So, he was just doing
everyone a big favor and turning this into canon.
"There you were,"
Conrad's voice boomed as the doors to the royal quarters flew open.
Kai straightened up and
stared in undisguised horror at Conrad, followed closely by Galien.
Didn't these dudes know how to knock?
"Don't you guys know how
to knock?" he asked promptly.
"I kept telling you that
they were here," Conrad said and turned to stare down Galien.
"You truly didn't have to drag me around the entire castle under the pretext
that they could be in the library! Or the kitchen! Or the damned stables!"
Galien had
the stupidest grin on his face. And it was directed at him, not Conrad. "So, is
it done?" he asked while looking at Kai. "By Pepin's disheveled state and
yours, I'd say it is. Congratulations, Your Majesty."
Pepin couldn't stay
asleep in all that noise, obviously, so he was now sitting on his lovely bum
and staring at the intruders, just as pissed as he was. Kai looked at him and
noticed right away a few red marks on his neck and shoulders.
"And it must have been
quite a vigorous affair," Galien commented.
Kai frowned when he
realized Galien was looking at the same thing as him.
He quickly grabbed the blanket and threw it over Pepin, covering everything,
including his head.
"Your
Majesty," Pepin protested right away, but this time, Kai used Sebastian's force
to push him down and hold him covered.
"You guys are
embarrassing Pepin," Kai said and glared at the duo.
"I'm not embarrassed,"
Pepin said from under the blanket.
"You totally are," Kai
retorted.
"At least you're not," Galien said and quirked an eyebrow most annoyingly.
Busy as he had been to
hold Pepin covered, Kai had ended up angling his body, so he was almost mooning
his visitors. "Stop looking, you pervs!"
"Do you have any idea
what he is talking about?" Galien asked Conrad, who
seemed a bit annoyed and confused.
"Not in the least, just
as I don't have any about why he chose his servant when he forced me into his
bed."
"Conrad, bro, for real,"
Kai protested. "I told you I'm done with the forcing thing."
Conrad set his chin high.
It was like the dude was hurt in his ego or something. "Do I gather that you
lost interest in me?"
Yeap,
totally his ego. "Not as a friend," he said the first thing that came to mind.
"You look like a fun guy to go on adventures with. Just not the type with the,
um, snake in the hole part."
"Snake in the hole. What
a strange euphemism," Galien decided. The guy looked
like he was having a blast. "Now that Sebastian decided to heed his mother's
advice, why don't you lavish your attention on me, Sir Conrad?"
"Like I would do such a
thing with a rake like you," Conrad said haughtily and crossed his arms over
his chest.
"Are you afraid that I'd
be more of a rake than you? Scared of a little competition?"
"Wait, wait, wait," Kai
intervened, "are you calling Conrad a rake, too?"
Galien
sighed exaggeratedly. "Were you that unaware of whom you took to your bed,
Sebastian? Rumor has it that you can fill three warships with the many broken
hearts Sir Conrad here has left in his wake."
"Three warships? Is that
a lot?" Kai asked. "How much would that be in the decimal system?"
Pepin took advantage of
how he lost interest in holding him down and peeked his head from under the
blanket. Even worse, before Kai had a chance to notice what he was doing, he
pushed away the blanket entirely and straddled his lap. From there, he stared
over his shoulder, most probably to make faces at Conrad.
"Pepin, that's not nice,"
Kai said, but then he noticed that the servant wasn't at all busy making faces
and feeling smug.
On the contrary, Pepin
had a guarded look on his face. "Sir Conrad," he said quietly, "I do not mind
sharing Sebastian, but please, allow me to have him only to myself a little
more. Unlike you, I love him."
If it hadn't been for the
uber-serious tone Pepin used, Kai would have said something to the effect that
sharing was totally out of the question.
Conrad appeared not to
remain unaffected by Pepin's plea, and his stern face softened for a moment.
But right away, he frowned. "It is His Majesty's call, of course. Far from me
to impose." With that, he turned quickly on his heels.
"I'll accompany Sir
Conrad, if you don't mind," Galien said and followed
Conrad out of the room.
"Be my guest," Kai called
after him, but the doors were already closing, and he was talking to no one in
particular. "Hey, Pepin, do you think Conrad is mad? Like really mad?"
Pepin's lips were very
close and distracting, Kai decided. Only if he leaned in, he could just kiss
him, and it would be so simple.
And wrong, he tried to
tell himself, but Pepin saved him from his problem by wrapping his arms around
his neck and kissing him. It had to be because they were the OTP of a BL novel
that everything was so simple and accessible. Like right now, he had no qualms,
absolutely none whatsoever, with how Pepin's lips fit over his or how his
tongue, so sweet and tasty, was sneaking inside his mouth.
It wasn't only about how
nice that felt; it felt right, and that was wrong because it was supposed to
feel wrong. He made a small attempt to kiss back, and that only made Pepin more
enthusiastic. Kai was vaguely aware that he was held so tightly to the point of
being a little suffocated, but it felt too good for any life-threatening side
effects to occur.
Pepin finally let go. He
stared him in the eyes and smiled. "I truly mean it, about having him, too."
"Uh, Pepin, you're a bit
too open-minded. For me, I mean. I can barely get over the fact that I'm
totally a BL character right now, so I don't think I'm ready for any kind of
threesome anytime soon. Actually, ever. I think."
"Does that mean that you
like me?" Pepin asked, his pretty eyes filled with hope. "Enough to keep me by
your side?"
"I thought we covered
that, retirement together, you know, the whole enchilada."
Nope, that was totally just me, because
Sebastian and I will switch bodies back eventually, and then...
Kai was just starting to
get entangled in his own logic when Pepin hugged him and kissed him again. And
then, there was definitely something poking him in the belly.
Kai pulled away from the
kiss. "Pepin, again? It's broad daylight, you know?"
How that was important,
he had no idea, but he had to say something.
Pepin moved one hand
back, and Kai grunted as his dick was grabbed quite unceremoniously. "Your cock
keeps rubbing against my butt, Your Majesty. I'd say I'm not the one who
doesn't know it's broad daylight."
Ah, well, that was true.
They had already done it once, so how was a second time going to hurt? Not him,
at least, and Pepin looked up to it, so --
A scream pierced through
the thick walls, followed by heavy steps and clamor of armor and weapons.
"Dragon!"
Dragon? Kai thought. It
looked like this time around, he needed to keep it in his pants. Or put it in
his pants. Whatever. There was a dragon at the gates!
TBC
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