Finding out who they are is one thing, but discovering their sides of the story helps with the decision-making. He may have wanted to sponsor us to join his side, but I doubt he'll carry through with those plans."
"Good." Jax sighed. "We didn't want to join anyway."
We laughed and I moved around to sit right in between them.
"Red, you're not supposed to go moving around while the car is moving," Connor scolded with a grin while he wrapped his arm around my shoulder. Jax slipped his arm around my waist as the two of them rested against me.
"Sure, sure, but my loyal familiar, god brother is driving, so I can only assume we won't die."
"Not reassured whatsoever," Jax concluded.
"I heard that!" Fuwa huffed.
We laughed and allowed ourselves to relax.
"Payback is fun," I whispered. "Let's do that again."
"I have a feeling your wish will come true sooner than you think," Connor concluded.
"If it does, we'll be ready," I confirmed.
"And look cool while dealing with it," Jax added.
"Yup," I agreed.
"Thanks, guys," Connor whispered. "I don't think I would have walked out of there without you guys."
"That's why we're here," I said with pride.
"That's what boyfriends and girlfriends do." Jax winked. "Or harems do? I guess that's the term, right?"
"The Notorious Five have struck again!" I cheered.
The car was completely silent for five solid seconds before the three of them burst into laughter, leaving me to sulk while darting my glaring eyes at the two men and my god brother, familiar.
"Never do that again." Jax laughed.
"God, that was horrid." Connor chuckled.
"Imagine that being a slogan? Cringe worthy," Fuwa added.
"Ugh. You guys are mean," I muttered. "Leave me alone."
"Aww, don't reject us, baby," Jax hummed and kissed me.
"We'll stop teasing you," Connor confirmed and kissed me right after Jax.
"I can't agree to that, but I'll always be here to steal limos for you," Fuwa confirmed.
We smiled and I let my eyes close while my tense body from the night of activities finally loosened.
A night of dancing with the Notorious Three.
~KAITO~
* * *
"Finnick?"
I walked a little faster, trying to find where he'd gone so late at night. I had a hunch that Connor, Jax, and Brianne wouldn't come back until closer to the morning but waking up to the other side of the bed empty left a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.
Ever since that interaction with that girl my stomach had been flipping up and down. There was something troubling about her, like she carried an evil trait about her presence that set all my warning signals off, but it made no sense to me.
We're not going to see her again.
I reached the exact spot on the beach where we'd met her, the place deserted of people as the full moon shone high in the sky and made the calming waters look immaculate while covering their dark dangers.
My eyes continued to scan the oasis of sand until they locked onto the pink-haired man in green shorts. My racing heart was given a moment's break, relief rushing through me as I pushed myself forward to run the remaining distance to reach where Finnick stood on a rock.
He wasn't painting or anything. Just standing there under the enchanting moonlight that he seemed to be so transfixed on.
It was like he was under hypnosis for a second, and as I got closer, I noticed how black his eyes were.
Pitch black, like the dark sky above us.
"Finnick?" I questioned as I reached him, and it took a second for his gaze to finally turn to meet mine. I scrunched my face in confusion, noticing that those ink-black orbs were no longer what I'd seen seconds earlier - Finnick's ocean teal-green eyes returned as they blinked in surprise.
"Kaito? What are you doing here?"
"Uh..." I had to pause to think of why I was here in the first place - the sight of those jet black eyes still haunting my thought process. "You weren't in bed and I got worried."
"I left a note on the nightstand," he pointed out with an appreciative grin as his eyes softened. "Didn't see it?"
Now I had no choice but to blush in embarrassment. It hadn't even occurred to me to check my surroundings before I jumped out of bed, grabbed my katana to strap to my back, and raced out of the room.
I'm such an idiot.
"No," I finally replied. "I...was just..."
What the hell was I supposed to say? I was worried about him being alone and afraid he'd slip out of reach?