Chapter 83: The Game

Yang casually walks away. He couldn't remember exactly what games Chan had collected over the years. He also didn't know if Chan even had the video games anymore, since Chan had thrown away somethings to move. He got out his phone, ready to call the other. The phone rang repeatedly before the robot voice interrupted. "Sorry, the person you are trying to call is not able to pick up the phone right now. Please call again at a later time."

Yang sighed, hanging up and sliding his phone back into his pocket. 'Idiot." Yang said softly in his ear. He looked out on the road. It had only turned to night recently, the moon not shining, as it was not in its prime. Yang was quiet, listening to the sounds of his own footsteps. He recollected the past days where he walked side by side with Chan in the brightness of the sun. He talk about random things. About things he learned in his books, things he heard in shows. And no matter how simple, how useless the information seemed, Chan was always willing to listen. He was always humming and asking questions.

That was something he hated about Chan. He cared about others feelings a little too much. No matter what. So what shocked him was how easily he turned to Yuao. Chan wasn't quick to argue with people. Nor was he quick to hate you. So for being friends with Yuao for such a long time, only to now have to find and kill the man. It surprised Yang how willing Chan would hurt the vampire. Even Yang was a little hesitant, knowing how goot the two elders were.

Yang sighed, shaking his head. Now wasn't the time to think about stuff like that. He would only become sad and hurt. He needed to think about better things. Happier things.

Yang frowned, skipping along the street with Chan. Holding hands with the vampire. "You aren't scary!" Yang yelled with a smile. His hair was freshly dyed, perfect for the new school year! Chan looked over at him surprised. "I'm not scared? But I have sharp teeth and red eyes?" Chan pointed out. Yang only scoffed."And that makes you scared? I am too strong to be scared of that!" Yang said happily.

Chan smiled and nodded. "Of course. You're wayyyyy too strong." Chan started with an exaggerated expression. Yang looked over at the elder. "I'm not scared of you. I'm only scared of girls." He gagged, fake throwing up on the pavement. "They're nasty!" Yang yelled. Chan smiled and laughed with a grin. "Girls are nasty? Okay, i'll protect you from all the girls." Chan snickered as he spoke, but Yang took him seriously. "Really? Will you protect me?" Chan quickly nodded.

"I'll always protect you."

Yang smiled at the short memory. He sighed, having a slight pep in his step as he walked towards the condo. "Girls are still nasty." Yang laughed to himself. "I was childish." Yang walked to the elevator, pressing the top floor. Floor five. The penthouse. Yang waited inside the shiny and velvet elevator. It was a very nice one, Yang wouldn't say otherwise. As he waited he lightly tapped his foot. Not to any music, but instead to the sound of the elevator beeps.

The metal doors allowed him out, Yang stepping onto the velvet pathway that led to the specific penthouse. He held his keys in his hand, choosing the right one. It was the white one, of course. He slid the key in, hearing the click of the lock he opened the door. He sucked in a deep breath, ready to announce his presence when he heard a soft sound. A sound Yang himself wasn't familiar with, but recognised.

A soft sound of both panting and talking. He heard the person's words ever so faintly. "Good?" The person asked, their voice low. Yang knew exactly who that was. His body stood frozen, and his hand laid limp on the suddenly cold door handle. Yang felt like he was about to throw up in the door way. His chest cortracted, his heart stopping for a prolonged period of time. He stood in shock. His eyes didn't tear up, nor did his fist tighten. He wasn't mad nor sad. He was nothing. Nothing to Chan.

The panting turned to laughter smoothly, the other person beginning to talk. "Fuck you." The person huffed, though their laughter made their words meaningless. Yet Chan still found found meaning. "I mean, I could if you want." Chan offered. That was more than enough for Yang. His feet took him out the room, his arm swinging the door shut, his presence now known. However they were too late to catch him. Bambang's words were meaningless, Yang finally understood.

He didn't know where his fett took him, his brain feeling dead. Unable to respond to anything. His head hung low, his body slumped as he walked. His pace was fast, however, and his breathing was silent as the moon was bright. The large street felt both suffocating and intoxicating. Making him as light as a feather and as heavy as a brick.

His body felt dehydrated and starved, no water able to fulfill its purpose as tears. He seemed upside down, blood floating to his head, a ten kilo weight sitting atop a slouched shoulder. Ringing filled his ear, his feet like a metronome, constant and repetitive. Dirt puddles soaked his shoes, white turning into brown. His heart felt like a valve had burst, blood soaking him from the inside out. White turning red. Yang froze when he reached his destination.

Rose Creek.