He's Like Heroine ((Harakun&TearRose))
 

((kia!!!! cute!!! :3
ok, so i'll start it's the first day on the job for Zarson. and Gunther is just meeting him for the first time.))

Gunther stood in the room that the kid was going to be meeting him in. He was in an abandoned building on the out skirts of the city. He didn't have a car, not today that is, so from the outside, it appeared as if no one was there at all. He looked out the window as a ripped up curtain blew in the breeze that came in from the broken window. He glanced down at his watch on his wrist, seeing that it was 5 at night. The man sighed and tilted his head, cracking his neck. He better be here soon or i'm just leaving.... he thought to himself.

Oh... shit, was the first thought that crossed Zarson's mind as he'd hurriedly pedaled towards the said meeting place. He'd only gotten the address from his boss last night and he had to search half the city for the said place only to find out that it was an old, abandoned building in the out skirts of the city. Fudge caramel bar; why didn't I realize that?! was his next thought when the said building came to view. His legs were straining to catch up with his racing heart and his grip on the handles tightened. When he was close enough, the first thing he did was hop off the bike while it was still running, stumble over a few small stones and then toppled over with his bike sliding off to the side.

The boy didn't bother dusting himself, catching some sand onto his face, skin, clothes and hair, as he scrambled to his feet. When he'd gotten into the room, he crashed onto his knees and his hands as he'd uttered his first words: "I'm sorry I'm late!" The college student shut his eyes tight, not quite sure if he should be looking at the said 'master' who knew the tricks of the trade of drug running so he'd settled with being safe and simply keeping his head down.

Zarson's eyes only opened at the man walking past him and he'd quickly shuffled to his feet at the demand. Dusting his clothes now that he'd managed to notice the said dust, he also made a face at some of them sticking on his skin and his face. Damn it, he cursed under his breath as he'd followed the other out. Blinking at the smell of cigarette wafting to his nostrils, he made a face and quickly drew back before he'd looked back to his bike. He'll just come to pick that up later once this was done.

Idly, he wondered what was in store for him and what this stranger would be teaching him. "Uh... sir?" he asked as he'd come up a few steps away from the man, "The money matter... how does it work?"

Zarson's eyes widened and he'd immediately zipped up. Of course not. He didn't want to get caught but he didn't think anyone would hear them. The male had even looked about, left and right, to see if anyone was around and when he'd seen no one, he idly wondered what was up this man's ass to be this... strict with him. Even his professors let them be. Was it just 'cause this was a shady business? Not like I'm not good at keeping secrets... he thought to himself as he'd blinked at the sound of the engine and raised his brows.

Wait. What about his bike?!

Getting into the car, nonetheless, the college student felt himself grab onto the hand rail above his head and keep a grip on the edge of his seat with his free hand when the other had raced out to the fields and into the road. His eyes were wide with surprise and wonder at the way the other was driving. If he needed to run, a bike wouldn't do any good. Maybe, he should get himself a motorbike when he'd earn enough money for himself. "Oh," was all he'd managed to say as he'd nodded. In a lower tone, more like an uttering under his breath, he continued on, "Looks like it'll take time for me to pay back my debt."

"So... I learn while you do the job?"

Zarson let out a thoughtful, "Ah," at that and he'd blinked at the other taking a deep breath when he was done speaking. Did he always do that? The male couldn't help but find it rather amusing. Almost jumping, though, at the sudden sound of classical music filling the car, he turned to look back towards Gunther's way and then to the column in between them. This car's awesome. It was the first thought he'd thought as he'd silently wished he could get a cool motorbike now.

Stepping out just as the man had parked, he let out a short whistle at the business building. It was really tall. He remembered his place and he'd stopped gawking at the building to silently follow the other in. Right now, he had to keep his eyes open and see how Gunther did things.


[[ Lmao. I thought of something. Zarson's first time... should he be chased after by police officers but he evidently evades them? XDDD Maybe your character could be waiting out in that building where they first met 'cause Zarson can't leave his bicycle alone. >.> ]]

Zarson blinked at the security guards stopping them and at one who particularly grabbed the back of his shirt. "Hey!" was the only outcry he could make of as Gunther replied to them. Grunting in annoyance and quite wanting to also see how Gunther would do it, he decided to just raise his hands. "I'll wait here. Outside. With these guys," was all he'd managed as he'd glared at the security guard who had his shirt. Brushing that off, he fixed his shirt and shoved his hands into the confines of his loose pants. Obviously disappointed and still irritated, the male, though, managed a grin towards Gunther's way.

"Go on."

What the... was the first thought Zarson thought when the security guards ganged up on him. His eyes widened at them tying him to a chair and he'd tried to undo the knots only to find himself in an awkward position. Gagged and stripped, the male let out a sound from the back of his throat that had become muffled with the said gag. Damn it, he thought, scowling in irritation. He should've had knocked them out instead of putting his defenses down with Gunther off to go up to give the drugs.

Teasing him wasn't very hard to do considering Zarson's body was innocent. "Whoa," was his first reaction at Gunther seeing him and he'd uttered an embarrassed, "Shit," before he'd taken his wrists just as he was untied. Rubbing at them and quickly zipping himself up, he let out a shaky breath.

"Better now," he started with a face, "I wasn't aware this was part of the deal." Zipping himself up and fixing his clothes, he glared at guards and threw a rather strong punch towards the biggest one. He always did love trying to look big. When he'd stumbled back, he was satisfied and he'd put his hands on his hips as he'd turned to look at Gunther. "You finished here? 'cause I really want to go back. I don't think I can hold myself back from beating these guys into a bloody pulp for getting me into such a..." He trailed off, unable to finish and just grew red in embarrassment. He didn't want Gunther to see him as a wuss after all. Plus, he really needed the money.

Zarson grunted and he'd followed Gunther out. "Explains much," he mumbled as he'd gotten into the car and buckled up. That was still an embarrassing scene to be found out, though. And, to think his body reacted to their touches. He shuddered a little and made a disgusted face. "Anyway, where are we headed to next?" he asked as he'd turned to look back at the man driving behind the wheel.

Zarson followed close but instead of entering the small restaurant, he only peeked in and watched Gunther do the job. That looked pretty easy. Maybe, he could suggest distributing that, too, at his college? It wouldn't be hard considering the professors there aren't very keen on their students and their lifestyles. In fact, he'd overheard that some of his professors also go to their students for some drugs should they have extras.

How they found pleasure in it, he isn't sure but he isn't one to complain. As long as he graduated fine and paid out his debt, he could live a new life.

((other one is edited))

Gunther walked to his car putting the money in an envolope. He waited for Zarson to get in and then spoke, "That's how it's suppose to be done. The last place will be whipped into shape after I tell the boss what happened." He started the engine and drove back to the building that they had met at. The man stopped right next to the boy's bike so that he could get out and go home. But before he left Gunther requested his number so that he can tell the boy when to meet him again and to pay him for his work. After getting the number and the boy got out, Gunther drove away.

Zarson followed Gunther back into the car and he'd nodded. "Doesn't look too hard," was his only comment as Gunther went off to drive. When the car had stopped right next to his bike, he was just about to go out when he was surprised at the man asking for his number. Watching the car for a moment when he'd stepped out and picked up his bike, he idly wondered why he felt oddly comfortable with Gunther. Doesn't change the fact that he saw me, still, in that predicament, he thought, made a face, and went off to bike home.

It took a while for Zarson to answer the phone. He was actually still waking up. "Mm?" When he'd heard the details of the next assignment, he thought about it while he was in the shower. Quickly getting changed, the male checked the time as he wore his wrist watch. Germany. He hasn't gone there yet. And, if he'd be going with Gunther, he was sure he'd be led rightly. He slid down the handles of the stairs and he'd biked off to where he and Gunther were to meet.

"Yo," was his first greeting as he had on a wide grin, "And... I'm tagging along. I can't have myself learning if I'm not by your side, right?"