Chapter 12

Faline

Hm, he did it again. He must have had no sleep last night. Faline held him tightly on his motorcycle, petting his hair. It seemed the dye job was professional, as it went all the way to his roots. Faline however lets his friend dye his hair pink. He was always good at it. He softly hummed, watching Apollo's closed eyes. 

He didn't necessarily plan on going here, but he mostly needed some stuff. Plus he knew Apollo wouldn't tell, but just in case he had some precautions. He had hoped that Apollo didn't take it the wrong way. "Why did you have to make me love you?" He mumbled softly, knowing Apollo couldn't hear. "I want to see you every day now, you made me fall for you. The Police Officer and The Gang Leader. It could never work out." He mumbled softly. He continued to pet Apollo's hair until he started to stir 

Faline leaned forward, towards a box at the back of his motorcycle. He quickly took off a piece of cloth, wrapping it around Apollo's head and tying it in the back. "Hey… HEY! STOP IT!" He yelled, trying to kick out at him, though Faline just avoided it. "Calm down. It's me." He muttered after getting punched in the thigh. 

Apollo slowed his movements, turning around to the sound of Faline's voice. "What are you doing? Why can't I see?" He sounded betrayed. That only made Faline feel worse. "It's for your protection, trust me." He mumbles, guiding Apollo off the motorbike. He pulled on his arm as a lead, walking to the steps. "Ok, be careful since there are stairs." 

He held onto Apollo, making sure he didn't fall as he took the last step. Faline let go of Apollo's arm to lean down, typing in his name in the number keypad, before a beep and the door opened. He grabbed Apollo's arm once again, walking him inside. "Where are we?" He asked. 

Faline could see Tora look up at them, and he placed a finger to his lip. "I'm going to untie it but you can't scream." He says, walking behind Apollo to untie the cloth. "Is this your murder chamber? Cause if so you must remember I'm a police officer." He chuckles, as Faline peels the cloth mask off, watching for a reaction. 

Apollo looked around the large space. Faline knew it was big, it was a hideout after all. It was very nicely kept, though it looked old. One thing Faline couldn't stand was the mess his father allowed when he was the leader. Tora silently waved at him, before going back to her phone. 

"I'm confused. Where are we?" He asked quietly, turning back to Faline, who smiled. "This is the Kitty Gang's place." He says, crossing his arms. Apollo's eyes widened, taking another look around. The pink-haired boy quietly watched him. "Oh, is that why I couldn't see where we were? So that I wouldn't be able to tell the others the location." Faline nodded grimly. 

Tora looked up. "You're a fucking idiot." She muttered, standing up and walking over to Apollo. "I recognize you, you're the guy that almost shot us on Friday, right?" Apollo looked her up and down, nodding slightly. "Yeah, if that's what you remember me for." Tora turned to Faline. "Oh, your father is going to have a ball with this." She laughed, before walking out. 

She turned around, looking at Faline. "Did you park in the back?" She asked, and Faline shook his head. "No, was I supposed to?" She smirks softly. "Nope, I just wanted to know if you saw the motorcycle." Falines's eyes widened, before nodding. "Is he here?" No, he couldn't be. 

Tora shrugged softly. "Yeah, talking with you dad. Just be careful." She warned, before walking out. Faline sucked in a breath as Apollo tapped on his shoulder. He turned around with a smile. "I just needed to grab some things from my room." He says, starting to walk up the stairs. He beckons Apollo to follow him. 

"You live here?" He shakes his head. "No, I don't. I just have a bed and extra clothes in case I stay over." He says. 

Apollo

He followed Faline upstairs, somewhat confused about what just happened with that girl. Who was he? And why couldn't anyone say his name? He followed Faline into a small room, with a bed and a dresser. He watches as Faline crouches down, pulling open the drawer. Apollo looks around the small room. 

He notices a picture frame on the nightstand. He grabs it, sitting on the bed to look at it. There were two people, both with brightly colored hair. One pink and the other blue. It was Faline, that was for sure. He didn't have the jeweled jacket that he did now, instead of a pink and gold sequin one. The other boy, the one with the vibrant blue hair and bunny smile, wore almost the same thing. A white shirt with a blue and gold embroidered jacket. They were both smiling, seemingly laughing at something. 

"Who's this?" Apollo asked, gaining Faline's attention. He curiously walked over to him, sitting down and looking at the picture. His eyes widened, snatching the picture from Apollo. "Where the hell did you find this?" He asks sternly. Maybe he shouldn't have grabbed that. 

"Uh, just on the table. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked, that's none of my business." Faline sighed, walking over with the photo and placing it in another drawer. "It's fine, just don't do that again." He mumbled. 

December 9th, 2019

Faline snatched the phone away from Gucci, running off. They had just bought matching jackets, and Faline took off his original Kitty Gang one for this. It wouldn't be replaced, but it will be a sacred treasure of this moment. "Hey, pink panther! Give it back!" He yelled, starting to chase Faline. 

He smiled, running into a small restaurant. He sucked in a breath, before laughing quietly when Gucci followed him in. "I'm going to kill you." He joked, lightly hitting his arm. Faline smiled, stepping up to the ordering booth. "Hi, can I get two Dashi Soups?" He says with a smile, and the lady behind the counter nodded. "With or without the potatoes?" Faline jokingly pushed Gucci back. 

"With please." The lady nodded, typing out some things before giving them the receipt. It showed the time their food would be ready. They walked out of the store, ainstalltay Gucci kicked Faline in the side. 

"Hey! Do you want your phone back or not?" Gucci waved him off. Faline shrugged, starting to walk away from the blue-haired boy. "Fine, it's mine then. I'm gonna go look at all your exes-" Gucci grabbed a fistful of Faline's pink hair, pulling him back. "Oh no, you don't." He says, yanking his head so Faline could only look at him. 

The new leader smiled. "That hurt." He said a fake pout. Gucci turned him around, kissing him deeply in the middle of the street, on a dark and freezing night. Yet only warmth surrounded the kiss. Gucci backed away from this kiss first. "Let's take a picture to remember this night." Faline looked at him hesitantly. "I thought you didn't want to be remembered." 

Gucci shrugged. "I wanna remember you." 

Faline

He smiled softly, before glancing up at the closet. The jacket wasn't in there, and even if it was he would never wear it. He didn't know if it was himself stopping him, or if it was Apollo. He placed the photo into the drawer, closing it. "Come on, let's go." He says, standing.