Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction ❯ Starting Over ❯ Chapter 8 ( Chapter 8 )
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By: Lemony Chocolate 
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Angst / Psychological / Romance / Sci-fi | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 05.25.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.3K | Visits: 488 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Angst / Psychological / Romance / Sci-fi | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 05.25.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.3K | Visits: 488 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 8
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Onion returned home from his business trip wanting only three things: a hot shower, Carrot's lips wrapped around his cock and Carrot's tight ass impaled on his cock.
He walked down the hall to his room and passed Zaha going the opposite direction. Putting a hand out, stopping the young man, he asked jovially, "Could you asked Carrot to see me in my study in about a 45 minutes. I've got a surprise for him."
Zaha smirked inwardly. "Oh, Carrot hasn't been home for the past several days. I saw him at the mall with a rather beautiful boy. They seemed to be very...fond of each other," he drawled out, carefully watching for his stepfather's reaction to the news that his little fuck toy had someone else.
His efforts did not go unrewarded; his stepfather stiffened and rage glittered in his eyes.
"What did you say," he grated out. Zaha stepped back, a little fearful of the look in Onion's eyes.
"The Misu sisters took him to a fair or something the day you left and he hasn't been home since. I saw him at the mall yesterday, hanging on some boy," he stammered out.
Those fucking girls, I'll twist their little necks. I'll teach them not to interfere in my business, Onion thought venomously as he stalked away from his trembling stepson. Reaching his study, he picked up the phone---stabbing at the buttons and dialed the Misu household.
* * *
"Hello," Tira chirped into the voice piece.
"Where is my son?" a cold voice growled into the phone.
"Excuse me," Tira said quietly, quickly motioning Chocolate and their mother over to the phone.
"I said, 'where is my son?' Zaha said that you and your sister," he spat out, "Took Carrot to some sort of event and he never came back home. You know how mentally unstable he is. Now I'll ask you again, where is he?!" He was virtually screaming the last words into the mouthpiece.
"Carrot won't be coming back to your house, Mr. Glace. He's decided to stay with Stella Church and her family. They suit him much better," Tira said coolly into the phone. Inside she was shivering with fury. She had never thought she could possibly hate another human with such passion until Onion Glace.
"What do you mean, he's not coming home? And how the hell does Stella Church know Carrot," he asked coldly, furious that his plans were being overset.
"We introduced him to them," Tira said and hung up the phone, snatching the coat Chocolate tossed to her. They jumped into the car and hastily departed for the Church residence.
"Chocolate, call Stella and let her know that Onion may be on his way there," Cinnamon said calmly as she raced through the city with a fine disregard for the city's posted speed limits. Onion was far closer to the Church residence than they were and would probably beat them there.
Onion growled as he slammed the phone down and strode out the door. "When I get the little bitch home, I intend to flay the flesh off his back," he snarled to himself as he got into the car and drove to the Church's residence.
Carrot sat on the couch of the recently remodeled family room getting ready to enjoy a comedy/horror that Gateau had rented. He now sat curled up next to Marron with Gateau on the other side of Marron. When they had first sat down, Marron had been at the end and Carrot had curled up next to him. When Gateau and Eclair had entered the room with munchies, Carrot had initially took no notice of them other than a wary eye while he chatted animatedly with Marron. It was only when Gateau took the seat next to him that he abruptly fell silent, sitting tense and faintly shaking at the bigger boy's closeness. Pressing closer to Marron, as he stared unseeingly at the blank screen, faint tremors almost visibly shaking his body.
He was trying so hard to control himself and not runaway screaming. He knew he had nothing to fear from Gateau. In fact, the older boy had been nothing but helpful, yet he couldn't help himself. Men had always hurt him. Gateau was a male. Therefore, Gateau would hurt him. He knew he would be closer to winning the war with his instincts if he could just last for five more minutes. Just a few more minutes, he chanted silently to himself.
Eclair sat frozen beside Gateau. She could feel the deadly tension rippling through the air. She couldn't even turn on the VCR.
Gateau cast a dismayed eye at Marron; he didn't want the boy terrified of him all the time. He had noticed that, whenever he entered a room, Carrot always kept an eye on him as if he expected him to attack him any moment. The boy was getting better at being around him, but he tended to make sure that there was a nice solid object always between them. He was surprised that the boy had lasted this long sitting next to him.
Marron knew that Carrot was trying to overcome his fear of Gateau, of men in general. He was fearless when he thought he was protecting Marron, but, when it came to himself, he was a terrified little boy waiting to be hurt.
Finally, Marron couldn't take it any longer; Carrot's tremors were getting worse. Gateau made to get up, when a grip of steel on his thigh stopped him. He blinked, realizing that it was Carrot who had stopped him from getting up. Marron eyes narrowed as he settled back to see what would develop. He had a sneaking idea of what Carrot was trying to do.
Carrot abruptly exploded off the couch racing for the window, causing the other three to jump. Leaning out the window, he took deep breaths to calm himself down. I did it, he thought triumphantly to himself, I lasted ten minutes sitting beside him. Composing himself, he turned back to the couch and flushed to see everyone staring at him. He gave a sheepish smile and tried to play it off with a joke.
"Got kinda hot in here; felt like I was about to pass out. Maybe I'll sit close to Eclair and pass out on her chest," he said with a wink and a lecherous wiggle of his brows at her. Her annoyed glance and chiding laughter had him feeling better.
Marron exchanged glances with Gateau and moved over, leaving a space at the end for Carrot. Carrot smiled and gave Marron a grateful look as he curled up in the space provided and settled down to enjoy the movie.
Onion pulled up at the entrance to the palatial mansion and stalked to the door. Quickly calming himself and presenting a smooth, charming façade, he rang the doorbell and was ushered into the home.
"Good evening, I was told that my son, Carrot Glace, was here. If he is here, would you tell him his father is here for him?" he inquired charmingly to a young servant girl. She blushed and stammered that she would fetch him right away. She ran to fetch Carrot, thinking what a wonderful, charming father Mr. Carrot had. With a giggle, she thought, I can see where Carrot gets his charm. Hearing the sounds of laughter in the family room she turned in that direction, and saw Carrot in the hallway heading in that direction.
"Oh, Mr. Carrot your father is here," she called to him excitedly and drew closer in alarm as he seemed pale and sway on his feet.
He smiled to reassure the girl that everything was all right. "Thank you. I'll go see to him. Could you also let Marron know that Onion is here for me," he said and smiled. Had she been more observant, she would have seen that the smile never reached his fear-dilated eyes.
"Yes, of course, Mr. Carrot. Is everything alright?" she asked anxiously, feeling that something was out of place or that, perhaps, she had done something wrong.
"Yes, of course everything is okay. Just make sure you let Marron know that Onion is here, okay?" he said over his shoulder, moving swiftly to the confrontation that he was about to have. His stomach churned with fear.
"Well, it took you long enough," Onion snapped seeing Carrot arrive from the shadowed hallway. The mask that had so charmed the young girl vanished in an instant. "Get your fucking things, bitch, and let's go," he ordered, his eyes glittering dangerously; a sign that Carrot was intimately acquainted with and what it would mean to him.
"No," Carrot responded calmly. His stomach was threatening to wrap around his spine, but he stood strong before Onion.
"What did you say to me, boy?" Onion growled lowly, his eyes narrowing to glittering slits. Carrot began shaking as old fears overtook him. Onion's eyes gleamed with satisfaction at the fear in the boy's eyes and a singularly nasty smile crept over his face.
"I said NO!" Carrot said, as fiercely as his shaking voice would allow. "I let you do all those things to me because you said you still had Marron, that you would hurt him or worse if I didn't cooperate. You fucking bastard, I let you fuck and beat me senseless believing that you still had him, and I wasted fourteen years of my life letting you touch me, hurt me, abuse me to keep him safe, while I looked for him. And all this time you never even had him." His voice firmed as rage swept through him.
Brave Carrot, was the thought in the minds of the figures lurking in the shadows of the hallway. Marron wanted to race out and protect his niisan, but knew that it was important for his brother to stand up and face his fears, to face Onion. Marron and Gateau exchanged proud smiles as they listened, waiting for the right time to approach, already having summoned the others.
"What the hell do you mean I never had him?" Onion demanded furiously, wonderingly if the boy really knew the truth.
"He said that you never had me," replied a low, cold voice from the shadowed hallway behind Carrot as Marron walked forward, with Gateau at his back, and slid an arm around Carrot's waist. Carrot backed into the warm support, feeling the arm tighten as Marron registered the shivers coursing through his body.
Onion gasped. "Apricot?! It can't be, you're dead." He gazed in wonder at the pale, elegant figure holding Carrot, not even sparing a glance at the blond boy standing behind the beautiful person.
"No, not Apricot. Marron. So, you do remember me Father," Marron spat out, enraged at the thought of coming from this filthy monster's loins.
"Marron?!" Onion's eyes quickly lost their dazed expression and grew calculating. Seeing the image of the smaller boy clasped protectively in the embrace of the beautiful, elegant Marron, he was swamped with lewd images of the two---naked and writhing against him, against each other. He licked his lips, unaware that his thoughts were fully revealed on his face for them all to see.
"Well, well, well," he purred as a charming, almost seduction, mask slipped over his face. Marron's eyes narrowed as he saw the look on Onion's face and felt Carrot shake even harder.
"I see that my two boys have....found each other," he smirked. "We thought you were dead, actually. Killed by your mother in a fit of one of her insane rages." His face softened and look of sorrowful compassion graced his face.
Carrot wrenched himself out of Marron's arms and screamed, "Filthy, lying bastard," taking an angry step towards him, his hands balled into fists, hearing a whispered "No, Carrot, " from behind. He stood trembling with rage before he abruptly turned back to the comfort of Marron's chest and protective embrace, feeling nausea rise. He couldn't help remembering all the things he had let Onion do to him. He felt his stomach heave in protest at the memories.
"The boy's as sick as his mother was, poor things. Always making up fanciful stories. I just never wanted to commit the poor boy to an institution, but I don't see that I have any choice now. Why don't you go get your things, Carrot and Marron, and we'll have a long talk at home, where you both belong," he said, mock parental concern in the forefront as he moved closer to Marron. He stopped when the big blond moved towards him threateningly.
"I'm afraid that you are under some misconception, Glace. The boys aren't going anywhere with you. As a matter of fact, the only thing that's going to happen is that you WILL sign over all parental rights to the boys. You will never get you hands on either of them ever again," Stella informed the startled man as she came down the stairs and stood in front of the boys. The look in her eyes, Onion thought uneasily, was the look of a mother wolf protecting her pups.
"I hope you haven't been believing his fanciful tales," he laughed easily. "The boy is as sick as his mother was, and look at what she did with my youngest child. She kidnapped him and god knows where he's b..." He faltered to a stop and looked, for the first time, at the elegant, expensive cloths that Marron was wearing. He came to the conclusion that Marron was the boyfriend of the big blonde-what was his name?-Gateau. He was obviously supplying Marron with his expensive wardrobe. He smirked. He'd do that and much more when he finally got his boys home.
"Oh, but we do believe him," Cinnamon said from the doorway (the Misus had just arrived). Onion whirled to face her, them, and the look on HER face was scary. For the first time, he was seeing her true face, and what he saw shook him a little.
"Surely, you don't think I..." he gasped out, incensed at the thought that these people believed Carrot.
"Surely, I think YES!" Cinnamon said coldly, mocking him.
He stiffened ramrod straight and said quietly, as if what he was about to said pained him, "Well, Ms. Church, since you are my boss, I'm not going to protest or argue with you. You may believe any disgusting," he allowed his eyes to water and his voice to quiver, "thing you want. However, I would like to say that my son Carrot has emotional deep problems. I thought that he was getting over them, but I obviously see that he's not. I don't know how my other son got here, but I will take them both home now." His eyes hooded at the thought of getting Marron home and the delightfully nasty things he would do to the two of them.
Carrot started shaking harder at his words. He knew what would happen if Onion took him away, them away. His stomach heaved alarmingly. He looked up at Marron with miserable eyes and quietly said, "I think I'm going to be...," and before he could finished he was messily sick over himself and Marron. He started crying; he was so ashamed and embarrassed.
"Marron, take him upstairs and calm him down," Stella said gently as Marron scooped his trembling brother up into his arms and started up the stairs.
"Hey, where are you going with your brother. I don't know how you got here, but you bring him back down here this instant. I'm taking you both home with me right now. Carrot needs to take his medicines," Onion protested, seeing Marron swiftly ascend the stairs.
"Oh, didn't I tell you?" Stella inquired with a sweet malicious smile, "I adopted Marron about fourteen years ago. He's Marron Church, your new boss. And since Carrot is of legal age and Marron too, I'm afraid that they are going nowhere with you." The venom dripping from her words stunned Onion.
His eyes narrowed as he glared at her. He now knew that she was his enemy.
"Well, I may not have any rights to Marron, but I have plenty of rights to Carrot. I have medical proof that he has an emotional mental problem," he said arching his brow as if to dare her to call him a liar.
"And you, Onion Glace, are a child molester. One that has been abusing and raping his own child for over fourteen years. If you think that I'm going to allow that boy back into your possession, you are out of your MIND." She had begun quietly, but ended in a near roar, vibrating with rage to hurt, to maim him. As one they all stepped forward, growling with the urge to rip Onion to piece, to make him pay for hurting Carrot.
Onion took a swift look around at the menacing faces and tried to scoff at the claim. "A child molester, is that what he's told you? My god, I've always known he was sick, but this," he wave his hand expressively, "This goes beyond what he's done in the past. I'm afraid that this time I'll have find him a good home, someplace where qualified people can help him help himself." He shook his head, the very image of heart wrenching parental concern, unaware that they already knew the truth.
"Fuck you," Tira said quietly, her voice almost explosive in her quiet intensity.
"What did you say, young lady?" he gasped angrily, "Cinnamon, I think you had better teach your daughter some manners. Speaking to me like that." He snorted with indignation.
"Actually she's being rather mild, considering all the things I want to say to you," Cinnamon answered as savage smile crossing her face, giving her the appearance of a mother lioness protecting her cubs.
"Did you really think we are that stupid, that we wouldn't notice or be concerned with his appearance, his attitude changes? At first we thought that you were physically abusing him, we were willing to go to jail to get him from you. But when we saw the tapes..." Tira choked to a stop. Tears of rage glittered in her eyes as her mother took her in her arms.
"Tapes, what tapes?" What tapes, they couldn't know, he thought frantically. All his plans would be ruined; he would be ruined if they knew. He knew these bitches wouldn't be able to keep their fucking mouths shut.
"Apricot made copies of the tapes you made of your 'sessions' with Carrot," Cinnamon said simply as Onion froze in shock at the words.
"This is what you will do: You will leave this house immediately. I will have lawyers at you house tomorrow and you will relinquish ALL parental custody of the two boys. If you do this, I won't release the tapes to the media," Stella said coldly, determined to fight for her boys. And they are all my children, she thought wonderingly, including Tira and Chocolate.
"You wouldn't dare," Onion spat out, knowing he had lost, but determined to go down fighting. "You wouldn't hurt Carrot like that. Think of what it would do to him." He was still confident that they would back eventually down and he would be able to reclaim the boy.
"You forget that with the amount of money I possess. I can swiftly have Carrot out of the country and away from the media frenzy that will envelop you. The media will rip you to shreds and the rest of us will be sitting someplace, perhaps on a beach, laughing as they take you away in chains," she continued coldly, a look of dark joy on her face at the thought of his coming humiliation.
Onion paled, imagining the situation going down exactly as she said. He stiffened. They had to be bluffing. Apricot didn't have the intelligence or courage to do something like that, he thought smugly, content with this thought.
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Onion returned home from his business trip wanting only three things: a hot shower, Carrot's lips wrapped around his cock and Carrot's tight ass impaled on his cock.
He walked down the hall to his room and passed Zaha going the opposite direction. Putting a hand out, stopping the young man, he asked jovially, "Could you asked Carrot to see me in my study in about a 45 minutes. I've got a surprise for him."
Zaha smirked inwardly. "Oh, Carrot hasn't been home for the past several days. I saw him at the mall with a rather beautiful boy. They seemed to be very...fond of each other," he drawled out, carefully watching for his stepfather's reaction to the news that his little fuck toy had someone else.
His efforts did not go unrewarded; his stepfather stiffened and rage glittered in his eyes.
"What did you say," he grated out. Zaha stepped back, a little fearful of the look in Onion's eyes.
"The Misu sisters took him to a fair or something the day you left and he hasn't been home since. I saw him at the mall yesterday, hanging on some boy," he stammered out.
Those fucking girls, I'll twist their little necks. I'll teach them not to interfere in my business, Onion thought venomously as he stalked away from his trembling stepson. Reaching his study, he picked up the phone---stabbing at the buttons and dialed the Misu household.
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"Hello," Tira chirped into the voice piece.
"Where is my son?" a cold voice growled into the phone.
"Excuse me," Tira said quietly, quickly motioning Chocolate and their mother over to the phone.
"I said, 'where is my son?' Zaha said that you and your sister," he spat out, "Took Carrot to some sort of event and he never came back home. You know how mentally unstable he is. Now I'll ask you again, where is he?!" He was virtually screaming the last words into the mouthpiece.
"Carrot won't be coming back to your house, Mr. Glace. He's decided to stay with Stella Church and her family. They suit him much better," Tira said coolly into the phone. Inside she was shivering with fury. She had never thought she could possibly hate another human with such passion until Onion Glace.
"What do you mean, he's not coming home? And how the hell does Stella Church know Carrot," he asked coldly, furious that his plans were being overset.
"We introduced him to them," Tira said and hung up the phone, snatching the coat Chocolate tossed to her. They jumped into the car and hastily departed for the Church residence.
"Chocolate, call Stella and let her know that Onion may be on his way there," Cinnamon said calmly as she raced through the city with a fine disregard for the city's posted speed limits. Onion was far closer to the Church residence than they were and would probably beat them there.
Onion growled as he slammed the phone down and strode out the door. "When I get the little bitch home, I intend to flay the flesh off his back," he snarled to himself as he got into the car and drove to the Church's residence.
Carrot sat on the couch of the recently remodeled family room getting ready to enjoy a comedy/horror that Gateau had rented. He now sat curled up next to Marron with Gateau on the other side of Marron. When they had first sat down, Marron had been at the end and Carrot had curled up next to him. When Gateau and Eclair had entered the room with munchies, Carrot had initially took no notice of them other than a wary eye while he chatted animatedly with Marron. It was only when Gateau took the seat next to him that he abruptly fell silent, sitting tense and faintly shaking at the bigger boy's closeness. Pressing closer to Marron, as he stared unseeingly at the blank screen, faint tremors almost visibly shaking his body.
He was trying so hard to control himself and not runaway screaming. He knew he had nothing to fear from Gateau. In fact, the older boy had been nothing but helpful, yet he couldn't help himself. Men had always hurt him. Gateau was a male. Therefore, Gateau would hurt him. He knew he would be closer to winning the war with his instincts if he could just last for five more minutes. Just a few more minutes, he chanted silently to himself.
Eclair sat frozen beside Gateau. She could feel the deadly tension rippling through the air. She couldn't even turn on the VCR.
Gateau cast a dismayed eye at Marron; he didn't want the boy terrified of him all the time. He had noticed that, whenever he entered a room, Carrot always kept an eye on him as if he expected him to attack him any moment. The boy was getting better at being around him, but he tended to make sure that there was a nice solid object always between them. He was surprised that the boy had lasted this long sitting next to him.
Marron knew that Carrot was trying to overcome his fear of Gateau, of men in general. He was fearless when he thought he was protecting Marron, but, when it came to himself, he was a terrified little boy waiting to be hurt.
Finally, Marron couldn't take it any longer; Carrot's tremors were getting worse. Gateau made to get up, when a grip of steel on his thigh stopped him. He blinked, realizing that it was Carrot who had stopped him from getting up. Marron eyes narrowed as he settled back to see what would develop. He had a sneaking idea of what Carrot was trying to do.
Carrot abruptly exploded off the couch racing for the window, causing the other three to jump. Leaning out the window, he took deep breaths to calm himself down. I did it, he thought triumphantly to himself, I lasted ten minutes sitting beside him. Composing himself, he turned back to the couch and flushed to see everyone staring at him. He gave a sheepish smile and tried to play it off with a joke.
"Got kinda hot in here; felt like I was about to pass out. Maybe I'll sit close to Eclair and pass out on her chest," he said with a wink and a lecherous wiggle of his brows at her. Her annoyed glance and chiding laughter had him feeling better.
Marron exchanged glances with Gateau and moved over, leaving a space at the end for Carrot. Carrot smiled and gave Marron a grateful look as he curled up in the space provided and settled down to enjoy the movie.
Onion pulled up at the entrance to the palatial mansion and stalked to the door. Quickly calming himself and presenting a smooth, charming façade, he rang the doorbell and was ushered into the home.
"Good evening, I was told that my son, Carrot Glace, was here. If he is here, would you tell him his father is here for him?" he inquired charmingly to a young servant girl. She blushed and stammered that she would fetch him right away. She ran to fetch Carrot, thinking what a wonderful, charming father Mr. Carrot had. With a giggle, she thought, I can see where Carrot gets his charm. Hearing the sounds of laughter in the family room she turned in that direction, and saw Carrot in the hallway heading in that direction.
"Oh, Mr. Carrot your father is here," she called to him excitedly and drew closer in alarm as he seemed pale and sway on his feet.
He smiled to reassure the girl that everything was all right. "Thank you. I'll go see to him. Could you also let Marron know that Onion is here for me," he said and smiled. Had she been more observant, she would have seen that the smile never reached his fear-dilated eyes.
"Yes, of course, Mr. Carrot. Is everything alright?" she asked anxiously, feeling that something was out of place or that, perhaps, she had done something wrong.
"Yes, of course everything is okay. Just make sure you let Marron know that Onion is here, okay?" he said over his shoulder, moving swiftly to the confrontation that he was about to have. His stomach churned with fear.
"Well, it took you long enough," Onion snapped seeing Carrot arrive from the shadowed hallway. The mask that had so charmed the young girl vanished in an instant. "Get your fucking things, bitch, and let's go," he ordered, his eyes glittering dangerously; a sign that Carrot was intimately acquainted with and what it would mean to him.
"No," Carrot responded calmly. His stomach was threatening to wrap around his spine, but he stood strong before Onion.
"What did you say to me, boy?" Onion growled lowly, his eyes narrowing to glittering slits. Carrot began shaking as old fears overtook him. Onion's eyes gleamed with satisfaction at the fear in the boy's eyes and a singularly nasty smile crept over his face.
"I said NO!" Carrot said, as fiercely as his shaking voice would allow. "I let you do all those things to me because you said you still had Marron, that you would hurt him or worse if I didn't cooperate. You fucking bastard, I let you fuck and beat me senseless believing that you still had him, and I wasted fourteen years of my life letting you touch me, hurt me, abuse me to keep him safe, while I looked for him. And all this time you never even had him." His voice firmed as rage swept through him.
Brave Carrot, was the thought in the minds of the figures lurking in the shadows of the hallway. Marron wanted to race out and protect his niisan, but knew that it was important for his brother to stand up and face his fears, to face Onion. Marron and Gateau exchanged proud smiles as they listened, waiting for the right time to approach, already having summoned the others.
"What the hell do you mean I never had him?" Onion demanded furiously, wonderingly if the boy really knew the truth.
"He said that you never had me," replied a low, cold voice from the shadowed hallway behind Carrot as Marron walked forward, with Gateau at his back, and slid an arm around Carrot's waist. Carrot backed into the warm support, feeling the arm tighten as Marron registered the shivers coursing through his body.
Onion gasped. "Apricot?! It can't be, you're dead." He gazed in wonder at the pale, elegant figure holding Carrot, not even sparing a glance at the blond boy standing behind the beautiful person.
"No, not Apricot. Marron. So, you do remember me Father," Marron spat out, enraged at the thought of coming from this filthy monster's loins.
"Marron?!" Onion's eyes quickly lost their dazed expression and grew calculating. Seeing the image of the smaller boy clasped protectively in the embrace of the beautiful, elegant Marron, he was swamped with lewd images of the two---naked and writhing against him, against each other. He licked his lips, unaware that his thoughts were fully revealed on his face for them all to see.
"Well, well, well," he purred as a charming, almost seduction, mask slipped over his face. Marron's eyes narrowed as he saw the look on Onion's face and felt Carrot shake even harder.
"I see that my two boys have....found each other," he smirked. "We thought you were dead, actually. Killed by your mother in a fit of one of her insane rages." His face softened and look of sorrowful compassion graced his face.
Carrot wrenched himself out of Marron's arms and screamed, "Filthy, lying bastard," taking an angry step towards him, his hands balled into fists, hearing a whispered "No, Carrot, " from behind. He stood trembling with rage before he abruptly turned back to the comfort of Marron's chest and protective embrace, feeling nausea rise. He couldn't help remembering all the things he had let Onion do to him. He felt his stomach heave in protest at the memories.
"The boy's as sick as his mother was, poor things. Always making up fanciful stories. I just never wanted to commit the poor boy to an institution, but I don't see that I have any choice now. Why don't you go get your things, Carrot and Marron, and we'll have a long talk at home, where you both belong," he said, mock parental concern in the forefront as he moved closer to Marron. He stopped when the big blond moved towards him threateningly.
"I'm afraid that you are under some misconception, Glace. The boys aren't going anywhere with you. As a matter of fact, the only thing that's going to happen is that you WILL sign over all parental rights to the boys. You will never get you hands on either of them ever again," Stella informed the startled man as she came down the stairs and stood in front of the boys. The look in her eyes, Onion thought uneasily, was the look of a mother wolf protecting her pups.
"I hope you haven't been believing his fanciful tales," he laughed easily. "The boy is as sick as his mother was, and look at what she did with my youngest child. She kidnapped him and god knows where he's b..." He faltered to a stop and looked, for the first time, at the elegant, expensive cloths that Marron was wearing. He came to the conclusion that Marron was the boyfriend of the big blonde-what was his name?-Gateau. He was obviously supplying Marron with his expensive wardrobe. He smirked. He'd do that and much more when he finally got his boys home.
"Oh, but we do believe him," Cinnamon said from the doorway (the Misus had just arrived). Onion whirled to face her, them, and the look on HER face was scary. For the first time, he was seeing her true face, and what he saw shook him a little.
"Surely, you don't think I..." he gasped out, incensed at the thought that these people believed Carrot.
"Surely, I think YES!" Cinnamon said coldly, mocking him.
He stiffened ramrod straight and said quietly, as if what he was about to said pained him, "Well, Ms. Church, since you are my boss, I'm not going to protest or argue with you. You may believe any disgusting," he allowed his eyes to water and his voice to quiver, "thing you want. However, I would like to say that my son Carrot has emotional deep problems. I thought that he was getting over them, but I obviously see that he's not. I don't know how my other son got here, but I will take them both home now." His eyes hooded at the thought of getting Marron home and the delightfully nasty things he would do to the two of them.
Carrot started shaking harder at his words. He knew what would happen if Onion took him away, them away. His stomach heaved alarmingly. He looked up at Marron with miserable eyes and quietly said, "I think I'm going to be...," and before he could finished he was messily sick over himself and Marron. He started crying; he was so ashamed and embarrassed.
"Marron, take him upstairs and calm him down," Stella said gently as Marron scooped his trembling brother up into his arms and started up the stairs.
"Hey, where are you going with your brother. I don't know how you got here, but you bring him back down here this instant. I'm taking you both home with me right now. Carrot needs to take his medicines," Onion protested, seeing Marron swiftly ascend the stairs.
"Oh, didn't I tell you?" Stella inquired with a sweet malicious smile, "I adopted Marron about fourteen years ago. He's Marron Church, your new boss. And since Carrot is of legal age and Marron too, I'm afraid that they are going nowhere with you." The venom dripping from her words stunned Onion.
His eyes narrowed as he glared at her. He now knew that she was his enemy.
"Well, I may not have any rights to Marron, but I have plenty of rights to Carrot. I have medical proof that he has an emotional mental problem," he said arching his brow as if to dare her to call him a liar.
"And you, Onion Glace, are a child molester. One that has been abusing and raping his own child for over fourteen years. If you think that I'm going to allow that boy back into your possession, you are out of your MIND." She had begun quietly, but ended in a near roar, vibrating with rage to hurt, to maim him. As one they all stepped forward, growling with the urge to rip Onion to piece, to make him pay for hurting Carrot.
Onion took a swift look around at the menacing faces and tried to scoff at the claim. "A child molester, is that what he's told you? My god, I've always known he was sick, but this," he wave his hand expressively, "This goes beyond what he's done in the past. I'm afraid that this time I'll have find him a good home, someplace where qualified people can help him help himself." He shook his head, the very image of heart wrenching parental concern, unaware that they already knew the truth.
"Fuck you," Tira said quietly, her voice almost explosive in her quiet intensity.
"What did you say, young lady?" he gasped angrily, "Cinnamon, I think you had better teach your daughter some manners. Speaking to me like that." He snorted with indignation.
"Actually she's being rather mild, considering all the things I want to say to you," Cinnamon answered as savage smile crossing her face, giving her the appearance of a mother lioness protecting her cubs.
"Did you really think we are that stupid, that we wouldn't notice or be concerned with his appearance, his attitude changes? At first we thought that you were physically abusing him, we were willing to go to jail to get him from you. But when we saw the tapes..." Tira choked to a stop. Tears of rage glittered in her eyes as her mother took her in her arms.
"Tapes, what tapes?" What tapes, they couldn't know, he thought frantically. All his plans would be ruined; he would be ruined if they knew. He knew these bitches wouldn't be able to keep their fucking mouths shut.
"Apricot made copies of the tapes you made of your 'sessions' with Carrot," Cinnamon said simply as Onion froze in shock at the words.
"This is what you will do: You will leave this house immediately. I will have lawyers at you house tomorrow and you will relinquish ALL parental custody of the two boys. If you do this, I won't release the tapes to the media," Stella said coldly, determined to fight for her boys. And they are all my children, she thought wonderingly, including Tira and Chocolate.
"You wouldn't dare," Onion spat out, knowing he had lost, but determined to go down fighting. "You wouldn't hurt Carrot like that. Think of what it would do to him." He was still confident that they would back eventually down and he would be able to reclaim the boy.
"You forget that with the amount of money I possess. I can swiftly have Carrot out of the country and away from the media frenzy that will envelop you. The media will rip you to shreds and the rest of us will be sitting someplace, perhaps on a beach, laughing as they take you away in chains," she continued coldly, a look of dark joy on her face at the thought of his coming humiliation.
Onion paled, imagining the situation going down exactly as she said. He stiffened. They had to be bluffing. Apricot didn't have the intelligence or courage to do something like that, he thought smugly, content with this thought.