Chapter 4

Faline

He had been sitting in this depressing room for at least ten minutes, pulling on a single thread from his jacket, which was sitting on his lap. If this kept going on, just the jacket would be a pile of string and jewels. He hummed a soft tune, which abruptly stopped when the door opened. 

Apollo walked in with a single clipboard, sitting opposite of Faline, a single metal table between him. "Ok, let's be serious about this, alright?" Faline only blinked at him. He wasn't going to answer a question that would give away something. 

"First question, when was the last time you ate? You look starved." Faline smiled, leaning back and crossing one leg over the other. This might be fun. "Last time I ate what? FOod or a human?" He questioned with a smirk. Apollo leaned on the table, tilting his head. Oh, that must be a habit. "Is that a cannibal joke?" Faline shrugged. 

"It's a sex joke." Apollo hummed. "Well, since I would not like to know about your sex life, let's do food." Faline thought for a second, searching his mind. He didn't eat when he was hungry, since most of the time when he was hungry he should have been doing something else. "Probably, like Tuesday." He shrugged. It was Friday. 

Apollo hummed. He stood up, walking out for a minute only to come back with a bag. "Here." He said, sliding it towards Faline. The pink-haired boy looked up at him confused. 'Why are you giving me food? Is it poisoned or something?" He asked, to which Apollo shook his head. 

"Nope, my friend gave it to me since I had been working, but you needed it more."

Apollo

Why has he so attached to this criminal already? What was wrong with him? Monique gave that food to him, not KG1. He nodded slowly, taking the food. This interrogation was going to be a mess, and Apollo knew it 

He leaned back in his seat, watching the other eat the bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich. "Second question, what's your name?" The mysterious boy looked up at him, before taking another bite. It was a dumb question to ask. Why would a gang leader tell a police officer their name?

"Idiot.." He says, before taking another bite. Apollo looked at him with a bored look on his face. It was obvious he was joking, but still gave him hope" The pink-haired gang leader looked at his nails before back up at Apollo. Only now does Apollo realize that he has pink nail polish. 

"Ok. Age?" He takes the last bite, before looking up at Apollo. "Not going to write my name down or search it up in your database?" He asked sarcastically. He nudged the potatoes to Apollo. "Your friend bought those for you for a reason. Eat." He says, sitting back. Apollo only looks at the box of potatoes. 

"I don't like those." KG1 mumbles, arms now crossed. Apollo takes them, taking a bite of one. "I'm ten." He jokes, which caused Apollo's eyes to go wide. Why the hell would a ten-year-old just about something so adult-ish?! The gang leader laughs, leaning back and clapping his hands before looking back at Apollo, hiding his smile by biting his lower lip. His laughter was contagious, Apollo chuckled softly. 

"Twenty, what about you?" Apollo raised an eyebrow suspiciously. "Me? I'm twenty-two." He says, and he hums. "You're in my age range." He says with a smirk. Apollo takes in a deep breath, adjusting his police uniform. He takes another potato tot into his mouth. "Question three-" Apollo stops as he leans down, grabbing something. He pops his head under the table for a second, before coming up with a pair of sunglasses. 

They were pink, of course, and the lenses were oval-shaped. Apollo just assumed that they are less for usefulness and more for style. The police officer is starting to think that everything is about style. He smiles. 

"Sorry, keep going." He says, looking back up at Apollo. "Who are the Kitty Gang 's rivals?" He asked, causing his smile to disappear. "Wouldn't you like to know?" He muttered. Apollo shrugged. "More so curious." The pink-haired boy scoffed, licking his lips. "The Black Blood Gang, that's it." Apollo hummed, once again writing nothing down. He needed the other to trust him. 

He places the clipboard down, leaning onto the table and looking into his eyes. "Does the Kitty Gang have an ally?"

December 6th, 2019

"You are the fucking worst," Gucci said with a laugh. Faline hit him lightly with the bat. These two, well these two could start a war. 

Faline smiled. "We need to remember this day. 'The Day The World Burned.'" Gucci shook his head. "I don't do photos. It's a record that I exist." Faline scoffs. He hits Gucci with the bat, just enough to hurt. 

Gucci clutched his stomach lightly, groaning. Faline pulled the blue-haired boy, into a deep kiss. Gucci pushed him back against the wall. Faline let go of the kiss first. Gucci was the apart and leader of the Blue Rose Gang, what a shocker. Faline at the time just became the leader of the Kitty Gang. 

Gucci pushed Faline's head to the wall. Faline looked up and down at Gucci. He wore his signature blue and gold bomber jacket, which went perfectly with his blue hair. They were practically twins, but also lovers. "You know, I could call the police for all this abuse." 

Gucci rolled his eyes, he had his hand on Faline's throat. "You hit me with a bat." 

The world around them was burning, literally. They poured gasoline and dropped a match to light up a bank across the street, and were now half fighting each other and half making out. Gucci tightened his grip on Faline. "Oh, my dad will be so pissed that you choked his son." Gucci placed his leg in between Faline's. He licked his lip. 

"Your dad can suck my dick," Gucci said, letting go of Faline's neck to hold him by the waist. "Hey, I thought that was my territory!" He yelled with fake anger, using his over leg to kick Gucci in the stomach, making him fall on his butt. The blue-haired boy sucked in a breath, laughing quietly as Faline climbed on top of him, pushing him down so he was lying flat on the ground. 

The police and firefighters had made it to the raging fire, blue and red lights gracing the two faces. Faline pushed Gucci's hands over his head, smiling. "Are we really about to fuck when the police are only a few meters away?" Gucci smirked. He tilted Faline's pink-haired head to the side, whispering in his ear. "You should have known that answer before you even called me."

Apollo

He seemed out of it like he was thinking. "Hello?" He said, snapping his fingers in the boy's face. He seemed to wake up from whatever brain transplant he just endured. "Sorry, what was the question?" He said, looking back at Apollo. The officer only looked at KG1 confused, blinking slowly before sighing. "Nothing, What just happened to you?" He asked. 

Apollo wasn't worried, since he seemed fine. But just confused. KG1 breathed out slightly. "Nothing, everything's fine." He nodded, taking another bite of the tater tots. He grabbed the clipboard looking through the questions. "Anything else?" He asked, glancing at the pink boy before backing at the clipboard. He didn't notice the other get up from his seat, however, he did notice footsteps, thanks to the heels on his shoes. 

"Just one, how mad would your girl be if she knew you were cheating on her?" He asked, slowly pulling the clipboard away from Apollo. He placed it lightly on the metal table. Apollo thought for a moment. 

"Pretty mad." He said with a shrug, playing along with it. KG1 hummed, straddling Apollo and sitting on his lap. The brown-haired police officer tried to act normal like this wasn't happening. Faline only leaned closer and gave Apollo a light kiss, soft and delicate. For Apollo it was confusing. His eyes fell shut, and his hand instinctively went to the pink-haired boy's waist. He kissed back, only for KG1 to lean back, breaking the kiss. 

Faline

Why did that mean something to him? That kiss, it felt different. Like it was broken yet fixable. Was that him that was broken, or was it, Apollo. He couldn't tell, and that only made him break more. He leans towards Apollo's ear, biting on his earlobe before whispering, "See you next time." He slowly slid off of Apollo's lap, his mouth still tingling from the mysterious kiss, before walking out of the police station. He smiled when he saw his pink motorcycle, with a one beside it. He smiled. Tigris leaned next to his own, with his arms crossed. 

"Thanks for waiting on me, that took longer than expected." The black-haired boy shrugged, "I know, let's go back home."