W1:16: You Could've Asked Me.

"Hello? Any information about the person?" Dion asked on the other side of the phone as he gazed at the night sky from the balcony of the second floor. His voice's tone was cold and unfeeling with suppressed annoyance. He couldn't believe that he didn't have information on someone, it was a one of a kind type of thing. Being the all knowing genius of his family, this was like a devastating blow to his pride. Especially since...

"Do you know who you are going to be around?" An old but commanding, calm but authoritive voice asked the young lad standing in the middle of the study.

" Yes grandfather, I have managed to gather information on all of them although it isn't much...-" The boy answered with a languide stance and frown on his handsome face, knowing that what he would say next would anger the old man to death. But he was cut off..

"Let me never hear that trace of weakness in your voice again. You best know half a loaf of bread is better than no bread. I am impressed that you have found something on them."

"Thank you grandfather..but... I could not find anything, not even background, on one of the participants.."

"Dion... such is stupidity. What do you mean you can't find anything? Are you trying to claim that they are non-existent? No human being is so detached to the world that they do not have any trace on it. Unless... son, in fact, stop all your investigations. I think it -"

"Hello?? Sir?? Are you okay there?" Dion was cut of from his train of thoughts or memories as the caller called out to him." Yes, you were saying?" He responded with lowered lashes, apparently still contemplating on something his grandfather said.

"Sir, we have finally found the person able to escape your radar. It seems that they made a mistake, a while ago, and one of the team members was able to crack through the firewall. But sir, this man truly is dangerous! Just a little peak and all of our machinery went overdrive and shit! We can't access or even use them anymore but we managed to catch a glimpse of something before they went out. Although sir, it seems like basic information, nothing important. Just his name-"

"Get to the point Moris. He? What's the name? Stop dilly dallying and answer the question I asked." His annoyance grew with tones as his friend/assistant beat around the bush.

"Yes. The name is Ryan Lancaster. Age... kind of crazy since it's written 'unknown'..."

"What did you say!? " Dion's pupils narrowed to slits and his throat went dry. Threat. There was someone behind -!

"Ryan, dear. He said Ryan Lancaster." Hot breath fanned his ear as a cold, teasing voice resounded. Even through his clothes, Dion could feel the coldness of the hard thing pressing against his back.

A gun.

He glanced to his side-his phone- only to see the line was cut off. When? He wondered absentmindedly..

Suddenly, he was turned around and went face to face with the coldest and most fear inducing expression he would ever see in his lifetime. "Ryan, what are you doing here?" He tried to keep a calm facade and reign in the trembling of his words despite his wildly beating heart. Then out of nowhere, Ryan's face turned teasing and easygoing.

"Ah, Dion, you could have asked if you wanted to know about me that much. Hm? No need to investigate me, yeah?" He ended with a chuckle while waving the gun around.

It is true to say that Dion had never felt such fear before. Not for the gun, but from the aura emitting off of Ryan. Hell, and people said HE was unpredictable! Look! Look at this! This man had definitely split personality! Intimidating at one moment and happy the next..!

"Well , I didn't know it was you..-"

"Really..? You had info on all the others except me. I'm sure you were already suspecting me." Ryan caged Dion between the railings and himself by placing his arms on the railings.

Dion could feel the tension rise and swallowed audibly. Then-

"Am I interrupting something?" Wu Tang's annoyed voice echoed in the balcony as he walked towards them with slightly pissed of emotion in his eyes.

"Ah! Wu! The fuck are you doing!?" Dion watched in shock as Wu Tang dragged Ryan by the ear as he cursed. But Wu Tang just started chiding him and left with Ryan whose gun had mysteriously disappeared.

A cold drop of sweat trickled down his face and he let out a sigh of relief. Now he understood why his grandfather had told him to stop investigations. Heh, who knew?

Dion let his grip on the railings relax and looked down ... at the tent that formed on his trousers. A dirty blush coated his cheeks and he gritted his teeth in mortification. His stupid body and that stupid man.

Ugh! How. Fucking. Embarrassing!

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Am I alone, or is the beginning of this chapter giving off British?( No offense ¯⁠\⁠_⁠ʘ⁠‿⁠ʘ⁠_⁠/⁠¯)

Ayooo, time to start the fast pacing. Woop! Woop! It's gonna be fun!- if I have time to update. Yep, i still have my finals. Yipee!(⁠ ⁠;⁠∀⁠;⁠)

Also, should I write first person or should it stay in third person point of view?

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