Winter in Knoclown: An Ishiro Ito Mystery 2

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Omar Noir wasn't sure which was more disorienting. Waking up in a sweat. Waking up in a room he didn't recognize. Or waking up with a raging hard on.

After a second or so he calmed down and started putting things together. The room, the room wasn't familiar because it was the small room he was renting for the winter break at the boarding house. The sweat wasn't due to the old reason. Omar used to wake up in a pouring sweat due to having dreams of the mob enforcers who might still be out to find him. Eventually he stopped that, mainly thanks to Remy being there at night. Remy. Yea, that was the reason for tonight's sweat soaked sheets. And the hard on, Omar thought bringing a smile to his face. That was Remy too. He rose from the bed and opened the small double doors to what had been called a balcony. It was so short that most of his heels were still inside the room, but the fresh night air felt good.

Checking his clock it was 2 in the morning. Had been asleep only a short time but, hell, what a dream. Thinking back to the last afternoon. Standing in Remy's bathroom and shaving off the thick coat of hair that covered his boyfriend from head to foot. They tried to leave some hair on top of Remy's head to give the impression that he was now 'normal' just to throw it in his parent's face all the more. Omar thought he'd look better going bald like Omar was but didn't even want to suggest it for fear of being placed in the middle of all this all the more. The scissors were very sharp, must have recently been sharpened. Omar would take his hand along Remy's skin, pulling out as much away from the body as possible and then clipping it close. They did this literally from foot to head, letting the hair make a large pile on the floor. Still, even with all that gone, most of Remy's skin was still blocked from sight. It was only when they got out the safety razor did Remy's skin get exposed for the first time. According to him he came out of his Mother covered in fur so, this was truly a first. So they started shaving the hair down to nothing. Little by little. It was tough and they had to change the razor quite often.

Still standing there out of the little balcony Omar realized, this couldn't have been that spur of the moment for Remy. Where would the razor and all those blades come from if Remy didn't have this planned? Certainly Remy didn't use them on a regular basis and since Miss Lourdes gave Omar that stuff to remove his hair he hadn't needed them. Maybe Remy wouldn't have had quite so many nicks and cuts if they had more practice, and more time to get it done. But there was just sometime incredible about seeing Remy without his fur for the first time. His skin was so clear and rich looking. His muscles were so defined too. Sure Omar could feel Remy's muscles when they did their act, and when they were in bed. But to see it, it was just so erotic. They cleared off his legs, even removing all the hair from his dick, and from around and inside his bubble butt. That was something else. Seeing Remy's ass for the first time and, sort of thinking, maybe the next time he fuck Remy he could see where his dick was going. Then the back and chest, making sure he was extra careful around Remy's nipples.

Then his face for the last. So odd seeing Remy with what could be considered a normal looking body for once with that face so covered in hair still. This took the longest of all the shaving. Going up the cheeks, even the nose, across the forehead. They tried to leave him some eyebrows but it just wasn't going to work. So Remy came out looking even more hairless than normal. But he was so handsome. Well, to Omar he was handsome as he normally was, as off beat as being covered from head to foot in long brown black hair was. Now it was not only like seeing a different person, but a different person Omar was just as really attracted too. He looked so young. It was hard to tell under all the hair the Remy was only 19, but now, relatively smooth he just looked so much younger than he acted. And not having any hair around his nice brown cock sure made that all the more evident. Omar wondered if his parents even made the connection and realized that he had spent time shaving their son's dick and ass perfectly clean.

And that's when it hit Omar. He had fallen for Remy even though Remy was covered in fur from head to toe. Not because, as he found now, that his man was stunningly handsome without all the fur covering him. The face was incredible. The eyes had his Mother's deep softness while the check bones and nose reflected his Dad's Mexican heritage. The lips. He had kissed those lips so many times but now he saw that they were full like his Dad's but slightly pouty like his Mom's. Omar kept having to tell himself it was still Remy and it was OK to feel like this. No surprise that the hard on he had when he woke up had not gone down at all.

Coming in from the balcony Omar sat on the edge of the bed, leaned back till he was propped up by the wall and started giving his completely erect cock the attention it wanted. Thinking about the 'new' Remy and the current Omar holding each other, back in their bed with the circus. Then it hit Omar. Yea, Remy had fallen for Omar back when he was Mark, white and not really this well built. It didn't mean anything that he loved him now that he was black, super muscular and called Omar. Black or white though, his cock was ready, hard and shot off so strong Omar felt like something more solid than a half cup of cum. Only Remy, no matter what he looked like, could get that from him.

It was while Omar was taking a breath and considering going back to bed that the bat flew in through the open doors. In his complete and total panic Omar remembered that Remy had warned him not to leave the doors open at night because this might happen. Of course Remy didn't tell him what to do when it did. Except react like a thirteen year old girl might. Which Omar had down fairly well fairly quickly. Grabbing his pants and a blanket to cover his head Omar raced out of the room and stood panting in the hall way for a few minutes. Thoughts of going back in 'shooing' it out stopped as Omar heard the creature slamming against the walls and squealing. Knowing the option of trying to wake up Remy or Mr. Sanchez for help with the bat would lead to nothing good. They had given the small cabin out back to Adam and Lourdes but Omar was pretty sure they'd be as 'busy' as he and Remy would be if given a private place. Besides, Adam knew about horses and buffalos, bats might not be on his list. Giving up he headed down to the first floor and took up residence on the large sofa.

Thankfully not too many people had seen him sleeping there in the morning before Mrs. Sanchez came in a woke him up. And equally thankfully she understood and believed his story about the bat. Even more so when Remy, Mr. Sanchez and he went back upstairs and spent 15 minutes getting the bat out of the small room. Things had quieted down some by the time the house was set for the breakfast serving. Even Remy had stopped making fun of Omar by the time Ishiro Ito immerged from his room and took Mrs. Sanchez aside to speak to her in confidence. After disappearing into the family quarters for a few minutes she appeared and handed Ito a small stack of clothes. Then after disappearing into his room for a while Ito reappeared with a muscular Japanese youth trailing behind him.

"Remington, Omar I present to you my nephew, Kenji. He arrived late last night." Ito said sitting down at the table and motioning for the young man to sit next to him. "His limited English has been a bit of a barrier for him. His luggage has been lost, including all with his clothing. Your Mother has been kind enough to lead him some of your older clothes Remy."

"Yea sure. Nice to meet you Kenji." Remy said with his usual enthusiasm. Only to get no real response or acknowledgement. Ito leaned over and spoke to this Kenji in Japanese. The young man looked up briefly, made just enough eye contact with Remy to show he knew who to address and smiled before looking down again at the same spot on the table he had been looking at since they sat down. "Would you both like to join in the mini tour I'm going to give Omar of the area? Not very interesting but…not really anything else to do around here."

"I thank you for your offer but my nephew and I have things to discuss."

"Here got here last night?" Omar said starting to piece things together. "What time did he arrive? We saw each other at around 8 and I had to hit the couch downstairs after 2. Didn't know there was a cart from the dock that late. How did he…"

" Have either of you heard from Adam and Lourdes this morning?" Ito asked ignoring Omar's questions before they got too detailed.

"Those two." Remy laughed. "Doubt we're going to be seeing much of either one, if you know what I mean."

"Case of the stone cold nuts got you think dirty thoughts about others there Mutt?" Adam said walking up behind Remy and smacking him in the back of the head. "I hear the Three Stooges showed up for some action with a bat this morning. Sorry I missed that. Not that we didn't hear the screaming all the way out at the cabin."

"It wasn't that bad."

"Omar! Omar watch out it's going to…it's over there!!!" Adam said mockingly. "Oh wait, that's what I heard coming out of your trailer last time I passed by."

"You want to just knock that off!!" Remy hissed quietly but forcefully at Adam. "We're in enough trouble…"

"Nothing stopping no one from being treated like adults if they wanted to be. If you'll excuse me I promised I'd take Lourdes her breakfast at the cabin. Again, it's an adult thing…" Adam said getting up from the table and giving the two young men one last look.

"Adam, might we join you?" Ito said getting Kenji on his feet and following after. Once they had left the building and were walking on the small path back to the cabin he felt safe to continue. "I have need of Miss Lourdes' talents. Is it too early to ask?"

"I don't see why not, not too early for you." Adam said. "I take it this is the nephew you talked about?"

"Yes, this is Kenji." Ito said as they walked. He had to move the limbs of the trees that, for most people, hung over head on the path. But for the 7'10" Japanese giant they blocked his way enough to begin being a nuisance on the short path.

"Interesting. Yea, like to see what Lourdes has to say."

When they arrived at the cabin they found several of the town's children in the doorway being entertained by Lourdes. It was unclear what exactly she was doing, but the children were more than entranced by her. As the men drew close the children ran off, each holding a glittering jewel at the end of a string.

"Have you been giving out baubles again my love." Adam asked.

"Just some good luck charms. Always have some on hand for the little one. And I see we have guests." The exotic red head said looking over Adam's shoulder. "Ishiro is this…. " Lourdes looked at the young man for a moment then stopped. Actually both she and the youth named Kenji stopped moving completely. While his face remained rather blank and confused, her expression turned from bemused to quite upset.

"What have you brought to this town Ishiro?"

"Perhaps we should speak inside…" Ito said ushering them all into the small cabin. Adam turned on the few lights in the small main room to add to the sunlight that was coming in through the window. Taking the room from intimate to business like for the conversation. Ito lead the boy over to the couch and sat him down. Lourdes and Adam stood across from him, her breakfast getting colder. "To answer your question…. I'm not sure."

"I knew this wasn't no relative of yours. Didn't smell right." Adam said taking a piece of bacon from the plate and eating it.

"On our last stop I ventured into the city to visit an old friend of mine. A poet who left Japan before the turn of the century. I found his apartment door open, and my friend lifeless on the floor." Ishiro stopped briefly as the memory of the killing came over him. With his usual calm he continued. "There was what appeared to be a white man standing over the body, and another white man on the floor, shaking at if in a fit. With his back to me, and apparently too engrossed in his actions, the man standing did not hear me walk up behind him with a….. frying pan? Is that the term? Frying pan I found off to the side."

"How badly was your friend hurt? Did he say who the men were?" Lourdes said taking Kenji's head in her hands and positioning it so she could look more directly into his eyes.

"I'm afraid my friend was dead. As for the other white man, the one with the convulsions, he too soon died. But, please believe me, not before he turned into a countryman of mine."

"What? You're saying the guy…turned into a Japanese guy?"

"Yes. As a matter of fact, this is the man I knocked unconscious. He himself turned into this Japanese form last night when I…. liberated him from my steamer trunk. Before my eyes and while he was conscious the man turned from what appeared to be a white male in his mid 30's, brown like hair and thin, into this young Japanese boy, with a musculature that does not rival young Omar's but is certainly more impressive that average."

"Wait, wait. You're saying two white guys killed your friend. One of them died and turned Japanese, the other you somehow kidnapped, brought all the way out here and then HE turned into him? How did you even get him back to the circus and into your trunk? Nothing personal Ishiro, I respect you greatly but you can barely walk across the circus grounds without being winded."

"We live in a time of a depression friend Adam. There are many men on the streets willing to do just about anything without question for a few dollars and a good meal. It was not hard. I was going to ask for your help at that time but as I mentioned last night I was unable to find you till now."

"Dammit if it was anyone else….."

"He hasn't spoken to you has he? There's nothing here.." Lourdes said moving the young man's head away from their visual contact.

"No. Not in either his current or former forms. There was no ID on either person. Not even a wallet, which I am lead to believe in this culture is not common. Correct? I believe what ever trauma effected, and killed, his partner in my friend's murder had also effect him, but in a slower way."

"You sure they were the ones who killed your friend? Didn't you get there after it happened?" Lourdes said taking hold of Kenji's hand and moving them in several patterns.

"Quite sure. While they had dropped their knives the blood pattern on their clothing and hands revealed they were present when my friend was killed. There is no doubt to that."

"Then why bring him here? Why not take him to the police, or the Japanese consulate. Why bring him with you?"

"Understand friend Adam." Ito said getting as serious as either of the other two friends of his in the room had even heard him. "The reason behind my actions was not to get answers but retribution. I would like to know what the reason for my friend's death was, why he was taken from this world. But know that with or without those answers, he will be avenged."

It was quite in the room for untold minutes. Lourdes and Adam thinking over the situation they had just been placed in the middle of, and Ito considering his next move with the boy. With the boy now named Kenji just sitting there, looking every bit as innocent as someone could.

"Ok, OK, Look, we have some time OK. Let's not rush into this any quicker than we need. You brought him here to see if Lourdes could tell you anything, right?"

"And I'm getting nothing. I try to see his past and I find nothing, I try to find his future and find nothing. I've dealt with innocents before, people with no real mind, but even then, their thoughts are filled with colors. This..this is blank. I cannot tell if the boy was originally Caucasian and turned Japanese, or had been disguised as Caucasian and has now reverted back to his true form. There's just enough here to move the body and make it seem like there's a personality, but even that is fake."

"Ishiro….. why don' we give it a few days. You said the changes that happened to his partner are happening slower to him, maybe part of that will be a return of his memory in a few days. At least we're far away from the real world here. We have space and time to deal with that. Does that sound acceptable?"

"For now. I will take our leave of you both. I thank you for your time and your friendship."

After Ito left the cabin, taking Kenji in tow, the couple sat on the large over stuffed couch and held each other. Adam brought the plate of most cold breakfast for Lourdes to eat, which she did in small bites while thinking.

"I don't suppose there's any of that sake left? That drained you didn't it." He asked pushing her hair away and kissing her next to her ear.

"I pushed too hard to find something. Ishiro is in such pain over this. Maybe that was what was blocking me…if I could.."

"Just sit here, Missy." Adam said holding her close. "We came here because you felt we'd be needed. And here we thought it was smoothing things over with Remy, Omar and Remy's Mother. Not that it's not going to come up also."

Almost as if on queue there was a sudden commotion out in the courtyard. The sound of people talking, movement, loud noises, overall a commotion that the town did not give the impression it was capable of giving off.

"Goddammit. The worst thing about all this shit is that I'm usually 5 steps ahead of everyone and this crap keeps happening." Adam said as they got off the couch to see what was causing the commotion.

Out in the courtyard the morning cart from the dock had arrived. Bringing with it most of the film crew from Paraside Pictures. Camera equipment and gear was left at the dock so the actors and crew could register at the bed and breakfast, relax and be ready to start filming that afternoon. The two stars that were brought, the director and the three crewmembers that came in the first trip greeted the towns people as best they could. It was an awkward meeting even though the cast and crew knew what kind of town they were entering, they just weren't used to seeing so many little people, human skeletons, giant Asians, legless and armless people outside of a circus tent. And it was awkward for the townspeople, not because they had so many people outside their industry in town, but because they had never heard of these actors before. But then the name started circulating.

Tarzan.

The few town elders, like Mrs. Sanchez, made arrangements to allow the film crew to use the town as a base for several days as they filmed scenes for the new Tarzan movie. They would use the surrounding forest, the near by swampy area and stay at the boarding house. Things were calming down some when the second batch of equipment arrived, along with the lion.

It was an older lion and the trainer who accompanied him assured people he was too old to cause any trouble. But suddenly the electricity in the air was all but palatable as the caged animal was wheeled into town.

"You knew about this?" Remy asked his Mother. "Why didn't you tell anyone?"

"It's called a surprise dear. We thought it would be a surprise for people. You know about surprises don't you."

"Yes I get the point Mother I just…"

"Because you ruined mine completely. I had… I had talked to one of the scouts who came here about your maybe appearing in the film as Tarzan's chimp. Just as you do in your show. But now, you have to have your way and get shaved down like a dog in summer. I talked to them about Omar perhaps appearing as a African chief but I'm sure he'll come up with some reason not to do that either."

'I…..I really have no words Mother. I don't know if I'm honored or insulted. I think I'll go with insulted." Remy said storming out of the house, grabbing Omar and heading for the beach.

"What's the matter?" Omar kept asking to a more than nonresponsive Remy. Omar knew he was in one of those moods where a thousands things were going on in his head but he wasn't going to talk about it. Which meant it was bad. "We headed anywhere exactly or just heading out."

Omar followed as much as he was dragged down the beach, over some rock and down some more.

"Can you believe it!" he finally yelled at Omar. "My Mother tried to sell me off to the film crew as a chimp!!! What aspirations do you have for your son Mrs. Sanchez? Well I'm hoping he can be a chimp!!"

"But sweetie……. You've been playing an ape for a few months now and getting paid well for it…"

"And that's the best she sees me doing!!!! I fall desperately in love with a man and she does everything to keep us aparrt, but the pride flows like water downstream when I pass myself off as an animal!! I'm at my pinnacle when I'm pretending to scratch myself and jump all over my boyfriend to music?!"

"Did she say that?"

"Well, no but she……. She wants you in the movie too. How you feel about being an African Chief for them huh? Is that what you wanted to be when you grew up?"

"Remy, I'm so far from being anything I ever thought I'd be when I 'grew up' it's not even funny. Besides, I still have… or Mark still has a price on is head. Drawings and paintings on billboards are one thing. My face 15 feet high on a silver screen might get some people to recognize me no matter how dark I am now. And if they find out the movie was filmed here….. I just can't risk it."

"Great so prove her right on that too by finding a reason not to be in the movie."

The two men stood there for some time in complete silence while the waves hit the beach just past them.

"OK, well, I'm being blamed for not dong something you're angry at your Mother for suggesting you do. You know…… I really missed you last night. Sleeping alone was horrible…. even before the bat showed up. I'm going to head back now before I start being glad we're not sleeping together, OK?"

"Omar I…"

"I'm not mad Remy, you just said you desperately love me. How can I be mad at that, especially when I feel the same about you? I just think you need to be alone to think this out some. And my being around isn't helping you cool off. Come find me OK?"

Omar followed the beach back but, after a few minutes wasn't sure of his location. He was pretty sure he hadn't missed the entrance to the town, it was so huge, but he was also sure he walked farther back than he did to get out to where Remy lead him. He walked on for a few more minutes only to find himself on a section of the beach far rockier than he ever remembered being on. Omar turned around to try back in the other direction only to jump in surprise to find Adam sitting on top of the nearby outcropping of rocks staring at him.

"Don't blame me for sneaking up on you this time. I could have been setting off stick after stick of dynamite on your ass and you wouldn't have heard me." Adam said tossing Omar a head of lettuce.

"The lettuce is a surprise still."

"Come on up, we're feeding mermaids." Adam said reaching out a hand and helping Omar up on the rocks. They crossed to the far side, nearest the ocean where Kenji was standing with his own head of lettuce. Omar noticed that the guy was carefully pulling one leaf at a time off the head and tossing it into the water. On what was, as he had noticed, usually a rather blank face, a smile had broken out.

"Got too crowded in town and Ito needed a rest so I brought Kenji out to feed the ladies."

Omar peered over the edge of the rocks to see several large animals floating in the water eating the lettuce Kenji had been throwing. They were massive creatures, round with deep inset eyes and noses like huge pigs. Their skin sort of smooth but textured like leather, and matched the sea perfectly.

"What are they? Seals? Can't be walrus."

"Called Manatees. Most people call them Sea Cows. When sailors saw mermaids, they were seeing these beauties." Adam said pulling some lettuce off of the head he had given Omar and tossing it in the water. One of the larger manatees swam over slowly to start eating it.

"It's incredible." Omar said sitting down and starting to throw the lettuce I himself. There was no talking for quite a while as the small group alternated between feeding and watching the sea animals. By the time Lourdes arrived with Remy in tow things had calmed down all round. Omar had to chuckle as Remy and himself, and his friends. He should have known that while Adam came to sort him out, Lourdes would have been sent to calm down Remy.

"You found the girls huh?" Remy said sitting down next to Omar and leaning up against him.

"How do you know they're girls?"

"Uh, well guess I don't. Guess I just always assumed. Guess some would have to be males. Ummm, we OK?"

"Oh sure. Never a chance of us not being OK. Adam might call you a mutt from time to time but he just doesn't know that once in a while it's bitch that fits better."

"Oh thank you."

"Hey, I'm allowed one shot." Omar said putting his arm around Remy and pulling him in close.

After sitting for a while longer they were joined by Ito who had come to collect Kenji. Remy and Omar used that as an excuses to leave, mainly they felt for Adam and Lourdes' sake knowing the couple had spent most of their morning looking after others. It was strange but Omar always thought that while Adam had such a rough and know it all exterior that his attention to his friend's troubles were more important to him than one would usually expect. That under a gruff shell was someone who honestly cherished his friends as an extended family.

They headed back into the village and spotted the film crew in full gear. Lights were being readied and actors getting set in costume. Both of the young men had not had a chance to see the actor playing Tarzan before, except from a bit of a distant while surrounded by others. He was a large man, very broad shoulders that were now slightly covered by a long dark wig. His chest was broad and his arms large. Below a very large loin cloth, much larger than the one Omar wore in his act, a pair of strong legs tried to walk carefully on the cobble stones plaza.

"Let's go see Tarzan." Omar said heading over.

"Don't want to get involved in that…. Almost said freak show didn't I?"

"Just for a minute."

The two young men headed over to a safe but close distance from the crew. With his shirt off and the sun beating down, it was not long before Omar drew their attention.

"Hey boy." The man who appeared to be the director said shouting over to Omar. "Come over here. You that guy they told me about right?"

"Wouldn't know." Omar said trying to drop his voice a couple more octaves than it normally was already. He was not pleased with the 'boy' term he was called.

"Ah come on. They said there would be a big black buck in town that might want to get into the movie. 'Cept you look bigger than our Tarzan. Hey Mick, get over here!" He yelled back over his shoulder to the man dressed as Tarzan. The actor made his way over, his eye getting bigger at the sight of Omar as he got closer. "Yea, you're bigger that's for sure. Mickey if this boy wasn't colored he'd make a better ape-man than you."

Remy took a couple of steps back at that point. He didn't want to get caught in the explosion when Omar went off. And he knew it was coming. While Omar himself has used the term 'colored' soon after his change, he had learned first hand how wrong it was. And couple that with continually calling him 'boy'. It's not like when Ito called them 'boys' because he was twice their age. This was a white make calling someone about his same age and twice his size a term fit for someone not even half of what Omar was.

"Yow. He is a big guy all right. Hey, nice to meet you. I'm Mickey Venture otherwise known as Tarzan." The actor said holding his hand out to shake Omar's. After letting it hang there for a minute Omar reached out to meet his. " You, uh, you interested in doing some screen time for us. You'd be perfect for a few scenes? I can show you the moves…"

"Oh no boss" Omar said as sarcastically as he could. "Wouldn't want your machines to steal my soul." He continued speaking at precisely and clearly as he could, to underscore his point that he wasn't as dumb or a 'boy' like as he had been made to feel.

"Don't be that way…." The actor Venture said.

"Ah leave 'im. Some people just don't know their place. We got filming to do." The director said pulling the actor back to the action. In the background Omar could see the couple of black crewmen smiling at the exchange. He just wasn't sure if they were smiling with him or repressing laughing at him.

"Look..look… let me talk to you later tonight. Please?" Venture said looking Omar in the eyes in a way that seemed fairly sincere.

Omar didn't reply as he turned and headed back towards the boarding house. Remy tagged along and once they were far enough way ran to catch up. "Now who's being the bitch?"

"Remy it's just…. What is going on? We came here to this place where all were suppose to be accepted because the people who live here supposedly don't fit in anywhere else. And you and I have to stay a part, you have to shave yourself down so you don't even look like you anymore and I get treated like I'm some ignorant 'boy' who 'doesn't know his place'. Want to head upstairs and fuck?"

"I would say something like, calm down, like you told me to earlier, but hell, I don't want you to lose that energy before you take it out on my ass. Let's go."

"Not worried about what Momma will think?" Omar asked praying that Remy would have the right answer.

"Who?"

"Perfect answer, baby."

The two headed into the boarding house but were stopped from entering for a moment as almost every single midget male in town exited, dressed in short loin clothes, necklaces of bones and teeth and carrying spears. And every inch of exposed skin covered in black make up.

"Marty what the hell are you suppose to be?" Omar asked.

"Pygmies!" Marty replied as if Omar had asked him the stupidest question he had ever heard.

Knowing that arguing with the group would get o where, and delay their fucking, Omar grabbed Remy by the hand and lead him upstairs. Remy was glad his mother wasn't working the counter, although he caught his father coming out from the back at the last minute. Well, hell, Dad knew what they were doing in their trailer so he's not going to be surprised they're going to be doing it in the matchbox of a room they rented Omar.

The door to the small room was opened, closed and locked almost within a second. Being late in the day and near the top of the house the room was fairly hot, so the balcony windows were thrown open. Too high up for anyone to see in. Not even Mr. Ito could peek in that far up. Omar's hands were all over Remy, pulling at his clothes, careful not to rip anything off but, still much rougher than usual. As he predicted, a good amount of Remy's hair had already grown back in. A good dusting now covered most of his body. The edges were rough but that wasn't going to stop Omar.

"Remember how I said I was going to shake the birds from the trees once we got together, well here's to clearing the branches." Omar said dropping his pants and pulling out his dark black cock. "While we're at it, why don't we see how many books we can knock off these shelves too…."

Far below in his room Ishiro Ito was still staring at the stranger he named Kenji. There was still n sign that the man was gathering any memory or independent thought. And this had gone on far too long for this to be a ruse. Ito reached out a large hand, using his long thin fingers to push the hair out of Kenji's eyes. They were as vacant as always but still gleamed with life. Ito was unsure how that was possible.

"Do you know who you killed?" He asked knowing there would be no response. " A poet. A man who could take the most innocent of words and paint the world with them. Give depth to the most mundane of sentences. He could…. He could take ten stanzas to purposely say nothing, just to teach the reader the importance of listening, and then wrap them closer to him than any lover with merely two or three words, to teach them about life. It had been so long since I had seen him, so long since we were in the same room. Not since we were children. That's who you killed. My oldest friend. I just….."

Ito bowed his head down, a tear fell and hit his feet. But without any warning his hand flew back then slapped Kenji in the face so hard the young man fell off his chair. Not that it elicited any real reaction.

"Here. Here is a book of his writings." Ito said sitting the boy back down on the chair and placing a well weathered book on his lap. He flipped through the pages, stopping on a particular poem. "Read this. I don't know if you can read Japanese but I'm assuming you can. Read this and know." Ito finished before storming out of the room, leaving Kenji alone. It was 10 minutes before Kenji flipped the book closed, opened the window and crawled out into the darkness.

It would be less than two minutes more for his lifeless body to hit the ground.

To be continued

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