Experiment Ryuma

Chapter 9
9: Wacky

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Just as soon as Kanami, Kazuma, and Ryuhou stepped out on the porch, Ryuma was running exhaustedly toward them with Ramsey hanging haphazardly over his back. He panted heavily when he finally stopped at the foot of the steps leading up to the porch. He peered up at the others and noted Kazuma and Kanami’s distraught expressions. “What?”

Kazuma shook his head to clear the past from his thoughts. Ryuma appeared so much like himself when he carried Kimishima home like that. He only prayed that the boy was all right instead of… “Nothing,” he quickly enclosed. “What happened? We heard an explosion and the earth quaked.”

Ryuma nodded. “Yeah, Ramsey was using his alter when it happened.” He straightened slightly when Ryuhou approached them and took the brunette off his back and carried him into the house. “He said that my alter was unbelievable. I guess the strength of it caused him to faint.”

“That’s kind of strange,” Kanami murmured. “Ramsey fainted once before when he absorbed Ryuhou’s alter ability and then again with Kazuma’s.” She gazed at the ground as her eyes narrowed in deep consideration. ‘What’s happening?’ She thought to herself. ‘I can’t get much information from this teen. It’s as if he’s blocking me out somehow without realizing it. Not only that, but I’m getting another strange presence similar to Ryuma’s, but its weak.’ She flinched when she felt a soft touch against her shoulder. “Yes, Kazuma?”

“Let’s go back in. We have to take care of Ramsey.” Kazuma smiled warily at her and then to the boy who was still staring up at them with concern. “Come on kid. It looks like you need some medical attention too.” He pointed out by the deep gash over Ryuma’s right eyebrow.

Ryuma really hadn’t noticed the pain until Kazuma mentioned it and lifted his hand up to the annoyance. Damn scratches! He sighed inaudibly as he stepped up onto the porch and walked pass the two adults into the main room. He waited a moment before realizing that Ryuhou had taken Ramsey into the guest room and was quick to join them.

“Will he be all right?” Ryuma asked when he stepped into the suddenly tense atmosphere. Why it felt heavy to him, he wasn’t sure, but he knew that if he didn’t do something to lighten the mood he would surely pass out himself. “Is there anything I can do?”

Ryuhou shook his head slowly. He kept gazing at the brunette’s peaceful face, wondering exactly what happened in the waist land. Ryuma had mentioned that Ramsey had tried to absorb his alter, but it caused him to pass out. It was just like several months ago, when Ramsey discovered his alter ability and tested it out on Ryuhou and Kazuma. Of course, Ryuhou knew it was a bad idea considering he was just starting out with it. He needed to experiment with it on someone much weaker than any of the elder alters who were more experienced. However, after two months he grew stronger and was able to keep up with the elders, except he wasn’t quite up there with Ryuhou or Kazuma yet. Now he was going into LAWLESS so he COULD become just as strong as Ryuhou and Kazuma. That was his ultimate goal in life! Since he was so close, another obstacle just came up into his path. Ryuhou didn’t know if Ramsey would be able to live up to his own expectations anymore.

He looked up at the teen with a small smile. “Actually, I could use your help. Stay in here and look after him while I go get a wet rag and the medical kit.” As he passed by, he patted Ryuma on the back. “Don’t worry. He just needs some rest.”

Ryuma nodded and watched as the other alter left and closed the door behind him. He moved to Ramsey’s side and wrapped his hand tenderly around the one lying on the bed. “I’m sorry, Ramsey. If I had known…you probably wouldn’t be lying on this bed in this state.” He gasped when he felt a light pressure against his fingers. “Ramsey?”

“It wasn’t your fault,” Ramsey mumbled. He opened his eyes partly, but kept himself from staring at the younger alter. “Remember when you asked me why I was so cool?”

“Yes,” Ryuma responded cautiously. “Why?”

Ramsey smirked and finally turned his head to stare at the teen. “I’m not cool because I want to be. It’s because I have to be. I need to have a clear head when I absorb someone else’s alter ability or otherwise I could fall unconscious…or worse.” He took in a shuddering breath before going on. “I wasn’t the same guy you know me as today. I was always anxious about something, whether it was about a vacation that my parents had chosen or what my next dinner was going to be, I was always excited. It wasn’t until later, after I had found my alter ability; I needed to relax…a lot. I would always end up with these dire headaches and often fell into a comatose state. My doctor told me that with my alter I needed to have a clear mind.” He suddenly noted the teen’s bored expression. “What?”

Ryuma grunted and looked away as if he was about to pout. “So that’s what I’ve been smelling this whole time on your body.” He reached into the open part of Ramsey’s shirt and found what he had been looking for. It was a hidden pocket on the inside. He grabbed something plastic within the compartment and yanked it out, dangling it in front of his face. “You’re high on weed all the time.” He leaned forward until his breath mingled with Ramsey’s.

The brunette blushed. It was partly from shame and the fact that Ryuma had practically groped him, trying to find the burden, and now their faces were in close proximities of each other. “Can I help you?” He muttered apprehensively.

“Maybe you can. Answer me this. If you were to stop smoking this stuff, would you go back to being excited all the time?” Ryuma asked sincerely. He blinked when the brunette gripped him by the shoulders and tossed him onto his back on the other side of the mattress. He gapped at the wicked grin splitting the older alter’s face.

Ramsey straddled the teen’s legs and pressed his arms up against the headboard, limiting all of Ryuma’s movement. “I’ve gone to long without it anyways.” He pressed his lips against Ryuma’s neck and started sucking and nibbling the soft flesh until he left a decent red mark, his mark. He purred hotly against the bruise. That’s when he realized that he wasn’t getting any reaction from the boy? He pulled back to peer at Ryuma’s face, but was taken aback by the heavy fear clouding over the teen’s face and the tears streaking his pale skin. “Ryuma?” He asked softly.

Ryuma didn’t respond. He had no idea what to think of this situation. It was a new experience for him and it was going too fast. After registering that nothing else was happening, and his neck was throbbing from the mark, he looked up at the brunette and started thrashing, trying desperately to get away from the other’s grip. “Let me go…please!” The weight shifted, but it directed itself onto his chest, not to his side on the bed, as he was expecting. He looked up fearfully with wide, tearful eyes. “Please stop,” he begged softly.

“Shush, Ryuma. It’s okay, I’m sorry,” Ramsey soothed and released his hand from around Ryuma’s wrists. He soon received a hard shove against both his shoulders, but not hard enough to throw him off. He smirked tenderly as he forced all of his weight down against the hands, crushing them against their owner’s chest, and started kissing the teen’s tears away. “I’m sorry, please forgive me.” He lifted his hands up to the boy’s face and stroked his thumbs over the soft flesh. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Ryuma calmed himself and gazed at his aggressor whom was smiling warmly at him. There was that cool façade again. What was it that switched him on and off like that? It was much more than just the weed. It had to be. Maybe he was forcing himself to remain collected. He flinched when Ramsey let out an aggravated moan.

“You’re killing me with that innocent expression. I wish you would let me take you.” Once again, Ramsey buried his face into the crook of Ryuma’s neck, causing the poor boy to flounder about frantically. He nipped at the tender flesh, enjoying the panicking squeaks he received. “Odd way of showing pleasure,” he murmured and looked up at the teen’s priceless appearance.

Ryuma flushed, more with annoyance than pleasure. “You pervert! Get off of me!” He was about to go ballistic with Ramsey’s split personality. One minute he was loving and gentle, the next he was motivated to rape him. What’s a poor virgin boy to do? He was about to let out a blood curdling scream when the bedroom door opened, revealing his savior. “Ryuhou!”

Ryuhou stood in the doorway paralyzed, but then his expression crooked to that of a very protective father. He ground his teeth together as he approached the bed and grabbed the brunette by the nap of his neck. “You had better think twice before you decide to do anything drastic.” He roughly shoved Ramsey to the other side of the bed and yanked Ryuma off it. “Go into the living room with Kazuma so he can fix that scratch over your eye.”

Ryuma gladly obeyed and escaped down the hall, making sure to shut the door tightly behind him.

“What do you think you were doing?” Ryuhou asked as he walked around the bed, planted the first aid kit down on the nightstand, and opened it. He pulled out a box of bandages and sat it aside. “And don’t say you were just talking, because that’s a bunch of bull shit. I can see as plain as day that you were trying to have your way with him.”

Ramsey glared unnaturally at the elder alter. It wasn’t strong enough to throw daggers and kill, but still intimidating. “It’s not my fault that he grabbed my wacky?”

“…You better be glad that I know what you meant by that.” Ryuhou muttered with disgust. That’s when he noted a small plastic bag lying near the head of the bed. “I can’t believe you.” He picked the burden up and placed it beside his medical kit. “Do me a favor and keep your hands of him.” He waited a moment before asking cautiously. “You do know that he’s my son right?”

The brunette stared at the man lazily from the corner of his eye. He then sat up to look at the door as if someone had knocked on it. “Not at first I didn’t. However, when I absorbed his alter that’s when I realized that he belonged to you and Kazuma. His power is so strange. It somehow resembles both of yours’.”

Ryuhou mentally measured the bloodstain on the bed sheet and then the stain on the back of Ramsey’s shirt. “Do you feel that?” He asked as he ran his finger along the diagonal red line on the younger alter’s back.

“Er…yeah…” Ramsey cringed. “That hurt,” he stated with matter-of-factly tone. He shoved the shirt off his shoulders and turned his back toward Ryuhou. “Do what you have to do doc.” He chuckled to his own comment. Ryuhou was always the one that was taking care of his wounds that he caused by his stupidity. The green haired alter was like an uncle in a way. “I need a smoke,” he huffed after feeling the alcohol starting to clean his wound.

tbc

A/N: This took me from Friday night all the way to Saturday night. *starts cracking up* I was trying to figure out how Ramsey kept his cool, even in awkward situations. His cigarette came to mind and then weed! 8D The weed! It’s always the weed! Blame the damn weed!! ROFL!!! Okay, the worse part of this chapter, I actually wasn’t expecting it to turn out like this. I wanted to get back to Kazuhou. However, there was a turn of events…plots…about why Ramsey Kimishima acted so high or ‘cool’ in Ryuma’s case. LOL! Poor kid. He does know which way to turn now.

Nanaka: It’s either that, or you’re using telepathy without realizing it! That’d be pretty funny. ^o^

Death: *feels paranoid* Oo; Eh? Wow! My first threat in…how long again? XD Oh well. I tried to update as soon as possible. So here it is!