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AN: And here’s chapter 2. I hope you’ll enjoy~ :D

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Chapter 2:

Jensen was outwardly cursing up a storm, while inwardly he was freaking out. He was in the boot of the car that had just sideswiped him, being kidnapped by the arrogant driver! It was pitch black and he could barely see with his glasses gone AWOL during his (futile) struggling. And he didn’t know what happened to his katana, or his bag come to think of it.

And there was something digging into his back that was really starting to piss him off.

And the guy drove as arrogantly and ignorantly as his personality. Did he have to take corners like he was a freaking rally car driver or something?

Finally, and mercifully may it be added, the car came to a stop and he assumed he was at the place the familiar voice on the phone ordered the egotistical redhead to take him.

As soon as the boot was opened, Jensen managed to lash out with a kick of his good leg, hitting his kidnapper in the stomach, making him wheeze, before he scrambled out, doing his best to ignore the flare of pain from his leg. He leaned against the car and tried to look at his surroundings, but without his glasses, he could only make out certain things. And he hadn’t a clue where the hell he was.

Suddenly, a hand appeared before him that held his glasses.

“What the hell happened to you?”

Jumping and then wincing when he jarred his injured leg, Jensen spun around at the now very familiar voice and found himself being looked at with a studying gaze of none other than Kagen. He was about his height, maybe a few inches taller, with subtle muscles. But the most unique thing about him was his hair; it was a navy blue and it was long, held back in a long braid at the base of his neck and hovering a mere inch off the ground. And the bangs that framed his face, brushing against his jawline where highlighted in a sky blue.

“Kagen?” Jensen muttered as he squinted his eyes before snatching at his glasses and putting them on haphazardly. When he saw that it was really Kagen he knew, he all but launched himself at him, pointing at the redhead behind him. “That jackass hit me with his car!”

Kagen’s head reeled back in surprised. “…What?”

“He then grabbed me and threw me into the back of said car!”

Kagen’s emerald green eyes suddenly narrowed dangerously and he spun around to the redhead. “What part of ‘be careful with him’ don’t you understand, you stupid fool?”

“Hey, he was fighting me every inch of the way,” the redhead simply retorted, shrugging carelessly.

“Of course I did,” Jensen quickly sniped at him, his glare back on his features. “I had no idea where you were taking me! You sideswiped me with your car and then threw me into the back. I thought you were kidnapping me!”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” he replied with a mocking laugh. “As if I would kidnap a scrawny little punk like you.”

“A punk?” Jensen seethed. He hated being called a punk. “I’m a martial artist, dammit!”

“And so am I!”

Jensen recoiled in surprise, looking at the tall redhead with a sense of disbelief. “You’re kidding?”

The guy blinked and pointed to himself. “Don’t you know who I am?”

“Not really?” Jensen replied honestly, but sharply at the same time. “Should I?”

“…Ouch,” he muttered, dropping his chin to his chest and his shoulders slumping in a show of depressed indignation.

Kagen looked somewhat amused, well as amused as a stoic and unnervingly calm guy could and clapped his hands to gain everyone’s attention. “Right, that’s enough you two. Come on, Jensen. Let me inspect your injuries.”

Kagen was indicating for Jensen to follow him inside, but Jensen wouldn’t be able to make the journey. “Um, I can’t exactly walk,” he muttered, his cheeks heating up in a blush. “My ankle is killing me.”

“That didn’t stop you from trying to get away from me,” the still nameless redhead oh-so brilliantly commented.

So, Jensen levelled him with his most vicious glare. “That just goes to show that I’m willing to chance further injury to get away from your hospitality.”

His eyebrow twitched. “You ungrateful four-eyed bimbo!”

…Did he just call him four-eyes?

“Excuse me?” Jensen asked slowly, his form trembling with barely suppressed rage. He, however, soon lost that battle to control his anger and flared out. “Where’s my katana!?”

“Shut up, both of you!” Kagen suddenly yelled with a sense of authority that caused Jensen and the redhead to reel back, hunching their shoulders in trepidation. Kagen soon returned to his calm self and flicked a stray strand of his hair from his line of vision. He focused his attention to the redhead. “Now, you, pick Jensen up and take him inside.”

Taras blinked. “What?”

And Jensen blanched, “Forget it, I’ll walk!” he said defiantly.

But all defiance fled the second Kagen turned to him and gave him a look that would put his glare to shame. “Like hell you will. Now, didn’t I tell you two to shut up?”

They both nod.

“Good,” Kagen said with a satisfied nod before turning to the redhead again. Just what was his name? Jensen was getting annoyed with mentally referring to him as ‘that guy’ and ‘the redhead’.

“Grab him. Carefully. Jensen, don’t struggle; you’ll only make things worse. Let’s go.”

“You heard him; don’t struggle.”

Jensen glared at the offending redhead and folded his arms over his chest. He wanted to be defiant, but really, how defiant could someone be when they were internally withering in pain from an injured leg?

“It’ll be difficult,” Jensen muttered tersely.

He soon let out another embarrassing yelp when he was scooped up into those strong arms again and he subconsciously clung onto the redhead’s shoulders as he swept him up into the large mansion that was obviously Kagen’s place. It looked big on the outside, but inside was huge! Jensen had never seen anything like it, and though he hated to admit it, he felt somewhat intimidated. So much so that he forgot about being humiliated from being manhandled so easily by a guy that struck him with his car.

After what felt like several minutes, Jensen was carried into a room that looked like a guest room, complete with a queen size bed and en-suite. The still irritatingly unnamed redhead placed him carefully on the bed and Jensen immediately scooted away from him. He should probably thank him, but his pride wouldn’t let him.

“There,” the redhead said with a cocky grin. “Was that so bad?”

Jensen gritted his teeth. This guy was just so infuriating!

“You know, if you just told me it was Kagen you were talking to then maybe I wouldn’t have fought so hard! I thought you were kidnapping me!”

“Not that again,” the guy groaned as he pressed his palm against his forehead in frustration. “Listen up you brainless twit, I was just following orders.”

“Following orders?” Kagen repeated with a mild sense of indignity, his hands resting on his hips. “You make it sound like I’m a mob boss or something.”

“You might as well be one,” the guy muttered.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

Kagen had narrowed his eyes fearsomely again, and yet, despite all that, the two of them seemed to get along rather well. They almost had a sense of domestication about them, which prompted Jensen to wonder; “Are you two dating or something?”

A still, yet deadly silence hung over the room and identical expressions of disgust and displeasure was cast upon him like a foreboding curse. It made Jensen shiver and sink back against the pillows on the bed, wishing they’d swallow him whole.

“Say that again and I’ll break your other foot,” Kagen threatened.

Jensen deadpanned. He looked like he seriously would. “Er…ok…”

He wondered if they get asked that a lot.

“And you,” Kagen said as he turned his attention back to the redhead. “Go get me the first aid kit.”

“Is there anything else you would like me to deliver?” It seemed like he had a sarcastic resort for everything.

“Why are you so intent on testing me?”

“I’m going, I’m going. Sheesh.”

Jensen waited until he was out of the room before turning to Kagen, relaxing a little in his presence. “Who was that guy anyway?”

“You really don’t know?” Kagen asked as he raised an eyebrow at him. “He's actually from Russia and he excels in the art Sambo. He’s pretty famous for that, if one was to be honest.”

Jensen blinked. Really? He was famous? Well, that would have been a blow to his ego when he admitted he didn’t know who he was. But…

“Russian Sambo?”

“It's more than a kick to the groin, ok?” Kagen merely answered with a disinterested look before his sharp eyes began to look him over searchingly.

“Ah, ok,” Jensen said as he allowed the blue-haired guy to look at his leg, rolling up the leg of his jeans with a light hiss to give him the ability to look closer. “So, does he have a name other than jackass and stupid fool?”

He wasn’t interested, really. He was just…curious. And he wanted a name instead of redhead.

“Oh, he has plenty of names, but the one on his birth certificate says Taras,” Kagen coolly replied.

“Is he always so…?”

“He’s not that bad, once you get to know him.”

Jensen couldn’t help but snort, folding his arms over his chest. “That’s what they all say.”

Kagen stood up after inspecting his ankle and gave Jensen a dry look. “And that’s what they say about you.”

Jensen involuntarily twitched. He couldn’t argue with that. He was well aware of what people say about him behind his back. They would never say anything to his face, especially when he had his katana with him.

Speaking of his katana, where was it? Surely, Taras didn’t leave is lying on the side of the road? He’d be super pissed if he did!

“I’m back!” Taras announced as the door burst open (when did it close?) and walked in with the first aid kit in his arms. “Missed me?”

“Well, apparently you didn’t miss Jensen.” It appeared that Taras wasn’t the only one with cool retorts and insults for everything. “He has a twisted knee and a sprain ankle.”

“Hey, could have been worse,” Taras said with a shrug, opening the first aid kit for Kagen to search around in.

“I guess that’s true,” Kagen murmured as he pulled out a couple of rolls of thick bandages before letting his eyes flicker to Taras’s face. “I’ve seen you drive.”

Taras looked rightly indignant and Jensen had to smother a chuckle as Kagen knelt on the floor in front of him, securing his injuries with the bandages. He worked in silence, and so Jensen and Taras remained silent as well. Finally, Kagen pulled back after finishing the wrappings and stood up.

“Watch him, Taras,” he said as he took the first aid kit from Taras’s hands.

“What? Why should I watch him?” Taras asked with a sense of bewilderment. “You’re the one who wanted me to bring him here.”

“You hit him with your car. You look after him.”

“It wasn’t even my car!”

“You were driving it.”

“Aw man!”

“Besides,” Kagen said in a way that left no argument. “I have other patients to look at.”

“So you’re a practicing doctor who makes house calls now?” Taras asked around a pout.

Kagen rolled his eyes. “Makis was attacked by a group of rabid fangirls and thinks he might have pulled a muscle in his arm. He doesn’t want to go to the hospital, so asked me to look at it for him.”

Jensen tilted his head to the side in questioning interest. “Makis?” Now that was a name he had heard before.

“Makis is the Kenjutsu student, remember?” Kagen answered.

That Makis. Uh huh, he had heard of him. He also heard that he was one of those blond-haired, blue-eyed pretty boys that girls gush over constantly. “Oh yeah.”

“Oh, so it’s one of ‘those’ kinds of house visits?” Taras suddenly asked, his eyebrows wiggling in a suggestive manner.

Again, Kagen merely rolled his eyes. “Can you take you mind out of the gutter for one conversation?”

Taras gave him this wolfish, yet pervy look. “Probably not.”

“Besides, Makis doesn’t see me in that way,” Kagen added, giving a slight shake of his head. Jensen might just be hearing things, but there was a sense of disappointment in his tone.

Wha…?

But Taras laughed as if that was one of the funniest, or ironic things he had ever heard. “Oh, please. Who are you trying to kid here?”

Kagen frowned. “It’s true.”

“Good God,” Taras chortled. “For someone intelligent, you sure are clueless.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing, nothing,” Taras relented, lifting up his hands in a pacifying manner, but that pervy grin sat on his lips. “Just go to your ‘patient’ already. And have fun.”

Kagen’s eyebrow gave a twitch. “I don’t like the sound of that, but I’ll let it slide for now.”

When Kagen hastily left the room, Jensen held a sense of trepidation at being left alone with Taras. He felt his body tense when Taras slowly turned toward him, an evil glint in his eyes.

“And, now for you…”

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