{Private} Everything is Gay -Tolek Edition-

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    Toshi smiled, becomong rather bashful from how Alek looked at him with such a dreamy gaze. Was he really that interesting to him? I mean, he's been told he's cute, but once again it was by his cousin. His delinquent cousin. The same cousin who made him look like this and told him to talk to Alek more. God, if he came around, he'd definitely let him meet his awesome lover. His handsome, cool, sweet, badass lover that somehow was proud go be with a big old nerd like him. Then again, they both were both nerds, two gay ol nerds that were outcastes by the hell known as society.


    "You really are a gentleman Alek." He said with another one of his giggles, his blush even bigger and his heart going millions of beats per second. He held Alek's hand tightly as he took a seat in the jeep, leaning back in the comfortable old seat. Man he liked this jeep. Sure, it wasn't some new fancy car, but it felt nice to sit in it. Maybe he was some retro nerd, but he didn't much care. He didn't care what people thought. He only wanted to know what Alek thought about it.

    "Only to you." He grinned, winking flirtatiously before shutting the door. His pastel eyes lingered on Toshi, savorong his appearance. The hairs along his arms and neck raised in delight from his boyfriend's giggle and smiles. He was glad the tears were gone already.


    He forced himself to blink away but to continue smiling, walking over to his side of the car. He got in and closed the door, starting up the car and heading off.

    It was a rather enjoyable date between the two of them. Although simple, the two of them talked a ton and flirted with each other while hanging around the linoleum aisles of the local 7-11. Everything was practically picture perfect. Nothing could tear these two apart. No one could cause any stupid drama and destroy them. They were happy, happy together and in pure love.


    That was.... Until two days later when a call came to the Jordanson household. The phone constantly blared the familiar ringing noise, and it seemed rather urgent at that. It continued on and on, awaiting for someone to pick it up.

    The house was empty as Aleksander stayed in bed as school played on without him. His thoughts always ran back to Toshi, the time they had spent together and what they did together. His hand found their way running through his hand in memory of their first kiss when Toto was messing with the black strands of it. Even with a fever from the rain two days ago, he was still smiling. He did not regret standing in the rain so Toshi stayed completely dry and ill-free. It was beyond worth it.


    After another coughing fit, the phone started ringing from downstairs. It took him a moment to get up in annoyance and walk down slowly, stumbling a bit in sleepiness from daydreaming of love like a hopeless-romantic teen girl. When he got to the top of the steps, the ring felt urgent as it never went away. A shot of concern impaled his heart as Alek realized his mom was already getting it.


    He stood unsteadily as his mother was picking it up, the distance still showing the worry in her own ocean eyes. "Hello?"

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    The voice through the phone sounded urgent, and it was Toshi's mother, Mrs Yasuro. It sounded like she had been crying heavily, probably for the past couple of hours. "Toshi... Toshi's in the hospital! H-He got into a fight with one of the b-boys at his school! W-Was Alek at school today? D-Did he see this?!" His mother sounded frantic, VERY frantic, and terrified. What had exactly happened at school today that got him to go to the hospital? Had it been Ram's doing?

    Alek saw his mother jump in startle at the voice. "Mrs. Yasuro, calm down. He'll be alright. No, Alek was at home sick today." Lets name her Jennifer. Jennifer said calmly. Her family was known for mentally helping others because of their own mental problems. "I'm going to get Alek and head over to the hospital now." She decided before hanging up on her friend. Jen looked up with tired, ocean blue eyes of worry and concern towards her impatient son.


    "Toshi got in a fight at the school and he got pretty beat up. We're leaving now to meet the Yasuros at the hospital to see him." She was good at staying calm towards these thins. Similar to June, but unlike the father and son. Alek would usually freak out and break something if he were the one who picked up the phone. Hearing a loved one in pain leaves him no time for serenity or contemplation, nor care if it causes other people to panic and gain more pessimism. But that's what he did then.


    Aleksander's pale eyes widened in anger and horror at the words. "What!?" He exclaimed and raced down the steps. "The day I don't come to school!?" He screams. How could they hurt Toshi? How could they beat up the only person Alek ever romantically loved? The only person who ever accepted him and was always there for him? He wouldn't have it. He wouldn't let them get away with this. "They're gonna die and I swear on it." He yelled again with tightening fists. Jen's expression dropped. She looked worried and startled by her son now.


    "Sweetie don't say that." She scolded him softly before walking over. "Don't ever say that. They'll be taken care of." She whispered, setting a hand on her son's cheek as frustration took over his expression. The teen refused to meet Jen's gaze and stared at the ground instead before storming away from her to the car.


    He opened the door and let her in before getting on the other side and driving off to the hospital.

    As usual, the hospital was rather busy, all sorts of staff rushing around the building. The local hospital wasn't super big, but if was big enough where it had long winding halls and lots of nurses and doctors. Mrs. Yasuro, we'll call her Amara, was sitting nearby while her husband, Hideaki, was busy with his cellphone, likely speaking with family or work. Amara tearfully looked up, her makeup in ruins while her handkerchief was practically COVERED in eyeliner, mascara, and other sorts of makeup. She wiped her face and tears away, getting up as she saw Jen and Alek rush over.


    "H-He's in his room... Oh god there's so much blood Jen!" She said as she began to already tear up again. A little down the hall, about six doors down on the right, was where Toshi lay in a hospital bed. The loud noise of a cardiac monitor beeping filled the room, as well as rugged breathing. A few nurses rushed in and out of the room, one of which hurrying over to the family. "Toshiaki can be seen right now, but I ask you be quiet. It took awhile to get him to sleep."

    Jen rushed in and hugged her friend quickly. They have grown a bit close as well. "It's okay, Amie (nickname). He'll be fine. The doctors will take care of him." Alek was short behind her, watching them carelessly as his heart was set more on Toshi than their mothers' tears. When Mrs. Yasuro pointed to his room, AJ dashed down the hallway and rushed into the room. He gasped and his eyes widened with concern as he surveyed his boyfriend's beat up body. Luckily, he was breathing and sleeping well and healthily. But dry blood and bruises decorated his face.


    Alek slowly walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. He couldn't look any longer at what he allowed to happen. They would pay. But first, he would pay as well for not being there for his lover. Maybe when he's alone in his room again. Like what Mrs. Yasuro said, he stayed silent. And like a child as a few nurses rushed around the body, he hugged his knees and teared up next to Toshi on the hospital bed. Regret grasped his heart. How could he let this happen? How could they do this to him? What did Toshi ever do to them?


    He knew for a long time that the world was unfair. He accepted that. Well, almost... he would add justice to this and wouldn't let anyone catch him red handed with Ram's blood like they had with his father. And that was a secretive vow.

    Toshi lay on the hospital bed with an IV connected to his right arm as well. He had a plethora of bruises covering his arms and face, even a giant black eye. Bits of dry blood covered his once fair skin. And a bunch of bandages were wrapped around his arms and even his forehead. It was a terrible sight, but at least he was asleep, no longer suffering from the pain. His chest slowly moved up and down as he slept, his face content and almost happy from bring free from Ram's grasp. What exactly had Ram done to him?


    The small males vintage jacket lay torn up on a chair, along with his backpack, clothes, and shoes. His backpack seemed like it was looted, all sorts of crumpled up papers and objects sticking out of pockets. One of the zippers was missing, likely broken off, and the clothes were smothered with blood. A quiet phone notification noise came to Alek's phone, the same notification noise that Toshi's phone would have.


    "How's your little fag boyfriend doing? Like what I did to him? I painted him with his own blood, just like your old dad, Painter Jr! Kiss my ass, and if I see you around school, your ass is grass! - Ram", is what the text said. it had come through just seconds ago. Did he have Toshi's phone?

    Alek's head snapped up at the sound. At first he was to careless of any notification. He had no use of social medias, and no one to text. All but Toshi. Who was there with him. Which caused curiosity and confusion to strike within Alek, inquiries forming in his mind as he picked up the phone. He read through the text. The words that were meant to hurt him meant nothing to him. The ones towards Toshi; "fag" "like what I did to him?" "I painted him with his own blood", though, caused anger to crackle through his veins. Instantaneously, his grip on his cell tightened in fury as a crack on the screen notified him that he would break the phone. And he didn't have the money to buy a new one. He'll break something to calm himself down so he could think of an actual avenging.


    Ram. He did this. He hurt Toshi for what? To think Alek would finally back down to him? Hell no. He'd do the distinct opposite.


    Angrily, Aleksander turned to his boyfriend. No one knew about them. They were told to be friends. But head over high-tops Alek fell for him. He'd pay Ram back. He leaned down to kiss his boyfriend's forehead. "I'll get him. I promise." He muttered softly into his ear, refusing to allow anyone to hear his low (hot) voice.


    He got to his feet and began walking away. He'd come back for Toshi after getting back at Ram.


    He got out his phone and texted back to Ram:


    Your ass will be dead before you could ever come up with an actual intelligent comeback. But you're not smartass enough to kick me into the dirt. For your head will be cut off and used in a soccer game to be kicked into a garbage disposal, while my snake bites off your fingers one by one. Don't worry, you won't die as young as you think. You have an extra hour of painful torture before you surrender to death, a fate worse than hell by your side as I turn on the blender with your black heart and mindless brain inside it. I'd wish you luck in survival, but I don't think it'd be better staying alive with my death still absent and I don't believe in luck, either. Don't mess with me.

    And so an hour or so passed, the sun setting down on the sky and the moon rising into the night. Stars shone dully on the navy sky, the smoke of cars and factories dimming them away. Ram was sitting at his house as per usual, specifically in his room with his laptop on his lap while trying to find something to get off to. Of course, he was your average hormonal teenager, and was rather stupid. And it wasn't a normal stereotype of a dumb jock. He really WAS stupid, and his parents were whining about it 24/7. But did he care? Pssh, HELL NO! All he cared about was getting all the girls he wanted and being the most popular guy ever.


    Ramsey let out a chuckle as he peered at his phone, TOSHI'S phone, for a second, checking out the text with a big smirk. He closed it, laughing to himself and chucking the phone over at the wall. The old phone cracked and broke, black pieces of the cellphone fell all over the place. Surprisingly it broke apart, which was a shocker since it was a pretty durable old phone. Then again, the moron was a jock! "Like he could find where a lived! Hah! He'd get his ass beat!" He said while typing one by one on his laptop.


    The hallway clock ticked and ticked and ticked until it hit the hour mark. 8 PM at night, exactly. The clock chimed loudly, the moon shining through the windows of the adequate house, which only held Ram and Ram only. It was time for Alek to make his move.

    He stayed in the waiting room as time passed, eager to leave but unable to go without his mother. Jen continued comforting Mrs. Yasuro as he became uncomfortable and aware of Mr. Yasuro's glare edging towards him constantly.


    When they were ready to leave, Alek was relieved to go get his work done and to ignore the man's glowers of disapproval and hatred. Like how Alek's mother would look at June before she was kicked out. Her refusing to accept the homosexuality of her children vanished when her daughter died because of the mother herself, and when her son was molested in his young teens. Because she was afraid of them of who they were, they either died or was hurt. But Aleksander refused to think back if those glared he and his sister received. They were over now from their blood relatives. Yet again, his fist tightened when it came from those genetically unrelated from him.


    When he got to the house, he let his mother out before parking and getting inside. First, as the moon hit the sky, he was in his room with plans. Next, an hour later, the basement with weapons. He got out an old, dusty typewriter from the basement and typed down his own message (won't be read until inspected by police. Bit of a surprise)(also this is the beginning of his secretive serial killing. He isn't really one, but this is his second murder and when it goes on with the writing he'll be known as the Poet as he uses original poem beginnings yet edited with his own words and stapling them literally on the corpse's forehead)(TMI). When it was done, he checked his mother's room. He relaxed a bit in sorrow as he saw her sleep alone. A woman with children should have her spouse with her, and always. But before he could put too much thought into that, he closed the door softly and got out the jeep. He hurried he supplies into the back and roared off silently.


    10 minute drive later, he arrived at Ram's house. The school was stupid enough to give out the addresses of students on the website-luckily smart enough to let only those logged into the school website to look. He arrived at the driveway, and somehow knew Ram's presence in the window of his room. He knew the kid was stupid, but smart enough to get curious and look out the window. He leaned through the car window and smiled up towards the room, awaiting for notice. Alek himself hid in a rather large trench coat and black gloves, his combat boots tapping impatiently on the jeep's floor. It would be his usual wear for his rare killings.

    Ram had finally found something good on his laptop, but groaned in annoyance as a bright light shone through his window. His parents wouldn't be home for a week? Was some wackjob just hanging outside and turning around? Or some annoying old lady? With another groan of annoyance, he slammed his laptop closed, setting it away from him. He got up off his bed, walking over and peering out. His eyes narrowed as he looked at the jeep through the bright light.


    "Who the hell is that? Ugh, is it that Tammy bitch?' He grumbled while squinting his eyes further. His brown eyes began to widen considerably as he began to slowly piece together who was outside. In fear, he turned all his lights off, closed his curtains, and ran towards his dads study. There was hopefully somewhere the hide, right?! Its not like the nutcase fag could get into his house! Not without bursting in!

    He grinned manically as he saw the curtain close, understanding the other was panicked and scared at the sight of his face. He slowly stepped out of the jeep and gathered the paper, stapler, and two hammers. An extra knife for protection hid in his pants pocket. His father had taught him how to make a quick, clean, yet delightful and thrilling kill and Alek had no regrets visiting his father in jail.


    He walked to the door, aware of Ram's guardians' absence. Aleksander played with the lock and switched off the cameras (imagine that any security was shut off by some box by the door XD).


    When he entered the house, he heard footsteps from the left in a dark hallway. He walked across the glazed, dark brown wood floor and swung the hammers in his hands in boredom and impatience. "Hey! Fuckass!! Where are you going? You know, I found something you actually got right that no one else will know the answer to but us." He began, calling to the emptiness of the house. "It was actually me that killed your fucking brother last year. Funny, right? I guess I just have a thing against your family." He sighed, the mentally ill yet intelligent teen continued as he neared the hiding spot.

    Ram rushed as fast as he could, his socked feet loud against the glazed wooden floor. Was he going to die?! He didn't want to die! There was some much he wanted to do! He was practically crying through his hazel brown eyes, slipping and falling almost a few time. With a rush, he made his way into his father's study, closing the door and locking it. As quickly as he could, he placed a chair in front of it and dove under his fathers desk, hiding there. He didn't quite stick out like a sore thumb, but it was pretty tight underneath. He was a full grown teenage boy, in highschool, and was a senior as well as a quarterback. "I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die!" He said to himself while crying, hugging at his knees and staring at the door through the darkness. He could hear the creaking noise of Aleksander's feet against the wooden floor, and the sound of his voice. He knew he should've let that fag be!

    Alek hummed a bit, the sound echoing in the absented hallway. Anger boiled inside of him, though he grinned at the thought of his vengeance soon to come. The thrill coming closer. The new blood of red pools to be on his weapon and hands. For the velvet liquid to drown away all the enemies and to sink Ram back to hell where he belonged. Aleksander heard the slam of a door and a bit of noise arouse from deeper down the hall. His footsteps quickened a bit with impatience-not wanting to get this over with at all, but to finally begin it. "You know, Ram..." he went on. "I had a sister too. Her name was June. She was unique unlike you. She was funny unlike you. She was smart unlike you. She was understanding unlike you. She was wise unlike you. She was kind unlike you. She was a she unlike you. And because she was so contrastable from you when she was alive, she was so much better than someone who could've done better. That someone is you. You were better than all of this. You could've loved a girl rather than fuck her. You could've studied a test rather than cheat on it. You could've relied on your team rather than take all the glory. You could've befriended me rather than insult and disapprove me. You wouldn't have to die so young-" he paused, creaking open the office door and walking in. "My dad was a serial killer. My sister was a crazy scientist. My mother was a two-faced drunken psychiatrist before she was fired. My cat loved killing mice and other rodents 24/7. I'm deciding to carry off my father's work, and you're my second customer, buddy." His grin widened at the thought again and he laughed maniacally. Alek kicked away the swirly chair, giving now space for the crying Ram of fear to leave. He held a hammer to his chin. "But death is free for tonight. You made it to the sale section." Was what he muttered before throwing his other weapon in the air.

    Ram started to bawl and cry out of complete and utter fear as he saw Alek kick the door right down, swinging his hammers around in desperation. Desperation to kill him. He started to back up, his back against the wall as he sat there, staring at Alek with a completely look of utter fear. The large teen was shaking, his pupils tiny and the tears pouring from his eyes. He didn't want to die! He didn't want to die! "P-Please don't kill me! I swear I won't cheat again! I won't hurt your OR that nerdy guy Toto! I-I won't screw girls! I-I'll be good!" He begged and screamed as he got down on his hands and knees in front of Alek, looking at him pathetically. He was truly pathetic, truly the scum of the earth that would take whatever he wanted. Did he really deserve to live, just like he asked? "Just PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!" He screamed at Alek while crying, his voice clearly hoarse from his screams and cries of desperation and patheticness.

    "Words mean nothing to me." He said blankly, his smile fading and an emotionless expression taking over with his frown of disapprovment. "And neither does begging. I don't do second chances, you dick." That's when the hammers landed upon Ram's head. The sight of gory deaths, the smell of fear, the sound of screams and crushes and cracks, the taste of the guy's blood... it all sounded so pleasing and thrilling to Alek. Ram hurt someone he loved. And he couldn't deal with being unable to save someone he loved again. This was payback. This was proof. And it was the work of a poet.


    After a few moments of unnecessarily smashing the hammers down upon the formerly alive teen, his grin had been cracked open once again and maniacal laughers escaped his lips in exhalations of mad hysterics.


    He dropped the hammers and was done. It felt amazing to get him back. To have blood splattered over him again. Hopefully Toshi would approve if he ever found out of this murder.

    Ram's once living body was nothing more than a smashed up corpse of blood, guts, and everything that made up the insides of him. It almost seemed like a sort of accident if you were to look at it like that, and yet he was dead. The house was silent, the only noise in the background was the occasional click and chirp of crickets. Peaceful silence. The question was, what would happen next? Would Ram's body be found?


    --


    In the hopsital, Toshi began to slowly wake up from his long nap. His head stung like hell, it was almost nine thirty, and his whole body felt stiffer than a stone block. Whatever Ram did to him, it HURT, and he honestly wanted to teach that guy his own lesson. Yet sadly, he wouldn't be able to do it in his current condition, nor could he really fight him. But at least he made it out alive. The last thing he remembered was that he had gotten jumped by Ram and a few of the jocks, and his head ended up slamming against something hard. Was it the brick wall of the school? Or maybe the concrete sidewalk? Whatever it was, it took a toll on him alright.


    Though his heart began to beat hard as he began to think about Alek. Was he alright? He wanted to talk to him, hug him, kiss him and do all sorts of well... Boyfriend stuff, like watch movies or bake brownies, maybe sneak a beer or watch TV. He just wanted to be peaceful with him and stuff. And be well, gay, gay and happy.

    Alek took the stapler and paper out of his pocket, stapling the poem onto the remains of Ram's forehead. He had no regrets. Maybe after another week, the school would check on him and find his excuse of a corpse on the floor of his father's study. It blood was for everyone to see. But the identity of the killer? The only clue they got was "The Poet" at the end of the letter. They would have a hard time finding the ties between a long gone Painter and Alek himself.


    Though he wouldn't be taken to court and he knew his own reason why. When Toshi came back to mind, he decided to spend some time with him again even if he were asleep. Alek left the house and got back into his jeep, taking off his trench coat and gloves to his usual clothes that were uneffected by the jock's blood-along with the boots.


    He hid the bloody hammers to clean the next day and drove off. 10 minutes later he found himself walking back into the hospital. His face was blank, but he didn't need a nurse to help him find out Toto's room. He went straight for it.


    When he got to the doorway, he smiled in a daze of finding Toshi awake. But in his shags, his smile faded. I'm regret, he said no words and his eyes fell upon the floor instead.