(1) Bruh
"Fuck.."
An injured golden-haired man says while riding a horse in the middle of a forest following a dirt road.
"I should go further... so that they can't catch up to me... My legs damn."
He was murmuring quietly with a parched throat while he was in pain. He was bruised, injured, and beaten with a little bit of bleeding. He was running away from something but he couldn't run far since his legs were full of bruises but thankfully he is riding a horse lessening the chance of his injuries to strain more.
Wait... is this a bit confusing for you? Alright, we will go back to the start. Honestly, pay attention to what you're reading, I can't with you. Hm? I'm the author and I should elaborate on what I'm telling? fine.
[ Earlier before things went down ]
Inside a very luxurious hotel room, a golden-haired man could be seen sleeping peacefully on his bed. The room is very spacious and grand. The only thing that can be heard inside the room was silence, Until..
"CLAUDE!"
A dark-haired woman wearing glasses barges inside holding a stack of papers. The golden-haired man or apparently his name 'Claude' woke up from the sudden loud entrance. Claude's diamond-like eyes widen from the unexpected shout along with the loud noise the door made when his secretary bulldozed in.
"Fabian? What are you doing here? I just closed my eyes and you're already making a ruckus." Claude says to his secretary named Fabian.
"HA!? What do you mean 'jUSt clOseD YoUr eyEs'. DO YOU KNOW ITS 2 PM! You're late for your photoshoot you idiot!" Fabian yells to the still groggy Claude.
Hearing what his secretary said, Claude immediately stood up and went to take a shower. five minutes later and he is out and got dressed. Fabian just stood there with a red face and yells another complaint "WHY ARE YOU DRESSING INFRONT OF ME!"
"You have eyelids for a reason. Learn to shut them close when I'm dressing up." Claude tells her only for a tick mark to appear on her forehead.
After Claude was done dressing up fabulously, He goes down the elevator with Fabian and exited the 5-star hotel. they both head to the parking lot and proceeds to enter inside his expensive sports car.
The car they went in on was a red-painted Bugatti Veyron, not to brag or anything but it costs 20 million dollars.
They depart from the parking lot and went to where his photoshoot will take place. On the way there Fabian was sending complaints left and right about what he should do and not do in the photoshoot. Claude just ignored her ramblings and just sang on the way there which made the complaining Fabian quiet down to keep her ears open to Claude's beautiful voice.
They finally arrive at their destination which is a beautiful beach with white sand and clear seashores. "Ugh. Why do beaches have sand? Damn rock mineral scums." Claude grumbles.
"It's because the song you made was about beaches." replied Fabian.
"Life's a beach."
"You too."
"I know."
They exit out of their vehicle after their little talk, they were met with a brown-haired guy wearing a red cap.
"Sir Claude you're finally here! I'm your stylist this time." says the guy.
"I see. so where should we go?" asks Claude.
"Sit right here, I'll style your hair and I've already readied your clothes." the guy proudly says.
Fabian just walks away from their conversation to talk to the photographer that is currently taking pictures of bikini-wearing women on the beach.
After getting styled by the stylist, Claude was now wearing shorts, slippers, and also a Hawaiian short sleeve shirt that has its buttons opened for the whole world to see his body.
Claude went towards the photographer who is now sitting on a chair after getting scolded by Fabian about taking photos of women for his excuse of "research purposes".
"So how do we start this do I just stand there like we used to do and you will take photos of me or what?" asks Claude getting ready to be taken photos of.
"Hm... how about you lay down... look towards here and put your hand on your waist. Yep! now look here like someone's gonna paint you like one of their French girls." the photographer says while adjusting his camera.
Claude just looks at him weirdly before looking at the camera the guy was holding then poses the told pose.
After taking photos under the heating sun on the beach for an hour, Claude was finally done taking a photoshoot. Claude had sweat all over his body from the intense heat from the sun like it is going to kill him. Some women on the beach seeing him all hot and a bit sweaty almost died of blood loss because of the blood flowing down their nose. He was fanning himself with a folder that was placed on the table next to him.
"Damn. Why is it so hot? Am I sitting beside myself?" Claude says with a straight face.
Fabian and Every staff that was working there looked at him and they all had one thought.
'Shameless!'
Claude who wanted to cool down for a bit left the tent he was currently under to buy ice cream. He was walking towards an outdoor bar that has a few people near it. After approaching the bar he asks the bar attendant.
"Do you sell any ice cream here?"
"What flavor would you like sir?"
"Cookies and cream."
After getting his ice cream with his favorite flavor he was about to pay the attendant when he felt a sudden tug on his shorts. He looks down to see a black-haired girl staring at him then at his ice cream intensely. He saw how the girl looks like she wanted the ice cream in his hands and decided he will buy another one for the girl. He pays up and gave the ice cream to the girl.
Seeing that he was giving an extra ice cream for her, the girl smiles happily and says "The day you're not expecting will arrive sooner than you think." after saying that, the little girl walks towards a teenager also with black hair.
"Hm? How can I expect something I don't expect?" Claude just shook his head after hearing what the little girl said to him. He didn't pay attention to it and just walked back to his tent and started eating the ice cream that was about to melt.
Fabian who saw him back at his chair told him "Claude, some of the staff has already left. I'll escort you back home."
Some people might say Fabian is just a secretary that Claude brings around but what some people don't know is that she is also a very highly and skilled ex-marine. Claude hired her when he was checking the background of his employees inside his company. He thought when he was looking at her profile 'she could be a bodyguard + a secretary'
"Sure."
Claude nods to Fabian's suggestion and they both head back towards Claude's Bugatti Veyron and rode it back to the hotel. They wave each other goodbye at the entrance of the hotel and they separate ways after.
He goes back to his room and closes the door and immediately head straight to bed. He felt so tired after just doing poses on the beach for an hour. He felt like he could've done so much more than waste 2 hours of his life for photos that would only go to magazines. 'Maybe I should've sung a bit a while ago.. Standing there posing was pretty boring.' He thought to himself.
Claude yawned a bit and closes his eyes while laying down on his bed. He drifts off to his dreamland or wherever people go when they sleep without a care for the world.
[ After a long time ]
*Plop*
A drop of water slowly fell onto Claude's face making him wince a little.
*Plop*
Another one falls on his cheek which causes him to open his eyes.
When he opened his eyes he felt odd. No, he felt hurt. When he opens his eyes, the ceiling he is used to seeing when he wakes up is nowhere to be seen. He looked around and saw that he is on some sort of cart and horses are pulling it. He looks here and there only to see he is inside a forest judging from all the trees surrounding him.
'A carriage? wha- Ouch!'
Claude stood up only to feel his legs are extremely wobbly and unstable. He looks at his body only to find some bruises and cuts. He is wondering if he got drugged and kidnapped to an unknown location while getting beaten up in the process. He also finds his hands are tied with a rope.
'Where the hell am I? Why use a carriage instead of a car? are they afraid of getting tracked or something?'
Questions were popping up inside his head with no one there to answer. He decides to think about it later when he finds safety somewhere. His hands were tied with a rope but fortunately, there was a sword beside him. He didn't ask why there was a real sword next to him and quickly cut the rope with the sharp edge of the sword.
After freeing himself from his restraints, he immediately grabs the sword and looked around. Seeing no one is there except the idle horses, he went onto the front of the carriage and sat on the saddle of one of the horses. He cut down the leashes that is holding the horse from the carriage. Claude whipped the leash of the horse in he is holding in hands which made the horse run and gallop forwards.
Surprised by the sudden burst of wind on his face, he gripped the leash tighter so he won't fall.
"Fuck.."
Claude felt his side sting a bit from the injuries that appeared on his body when he woke up into this mess.