4 Chapter 4: Old Forgotten Enemies

Not even five minutes on campus did Joaquin get to enjoy when a rough-looking teen abruptly stopped in front of him. Joaquin's lips twitched, "And you are?" Joaquin asked lazily, his sunglasses hiding his annoyance as his purple-coloured eyes rolled.

The rough-looking teen scoffed, "You got skill, Jigoku!"

Joaquin snorted, not bothering to even spare the teen in front of him, a glance. "Calyx?" He called.

Calyx from behind looked up, "Yes, Young Master?"

"Get this thing out of my face!" Joaquin stated with a squint.

"Yes, Young Master," Calyx complied, walking in front of Joaquin, he looked down at the teen male who sneered.

"Let me guess," The teen laughed, "Another lanky? You got some skill, Jigoku."

Joaquin rolled his eyes, not wanting to be pretentious. "Calyx."

"Yes, Young Master." In a shift movement, Calyx held the male by his arm. However, the teen showed no fear as he bared his canines at Calyx. Unfazed, Calyx applied pressure in his arm and with a lift he threw the male out of Joaquin's way and sight.

The teen landed yards away with a loud thud. The rest of the teenagers in the yard looked at the scene with dull eyes as they were used to the students picking fights only to get defeated in the worst way possible.

The teen slowly got up, his battered body didn't hold him down as he watched Joaquin walk away with a dark glare. "Looks like Jigoku doesn't remember me." He scoffed, "How pitiful am I?"

"Vey pitiful," A cold voice spoke from above him. "Almost pathetic Inoue."

The teen last named Inoue looked up, seeing the dashing male in the school's uniform. He sat up, rubbing his hair. "What does this have to do with you, Takahashi?"

The male above him scoffed, "I was paid to look after you."

Inoue Anzhong rolled his emerald orbs, "Whatever. Leave me alone." The teen stood, his dark chestnut hair was long touching his neck as he dusted off his clothes.

The male who was taller than him rolled his light grey eyes, "Foolish."

"Takahashi!" Inoue Anzhong scolded, "I said to leave me alone!"

The male hummed, "Didn't the Jigoku heir say that to you?"

Inoue Anzhong paused before a chill came over his warm emerald eyes. With a swift raise of his leg, it connected to Takahashi's side harshly. The taller male was thrown into a corner and Inoue Anzhong approached him. Takahashi smirked, his back against the red wall as he relaxed, knowing no one would see him in such a battered state.

"What, angry?" He asked, his light grey eyes looking up at the fuming male.

Inoue Anzhong slammed his fist beside Takahashi's head making the latter's breath hitch lightly as a blush bloom on his cheek. However, Inoue Anzhong who was enraged did not notice that as he leaned towards the male.

"Why do you keep testing my patience, over and over again?" Inoue Anzhong's emerald eyes were freezing cold yet Takahashi gulped, his Adam's apple moving up and down as his breath deepened yet he spoke. "Because you're a pushover! A weakling should not be the next Inoue Yakuza heir!"

Inoue Anzhong snorted, he lowered his head and besides Takahashi's ear, he muttered, "And yet you are shivering and blushing under me?"

Takahashi froze. Shame filling his entire being yet he decided… now or never! With a raise of his hand, he wanted to wrap his arm around Inoue Anzhong's waist but it was held by the alert male. Inoue Anzhong raised Takahashi's hand above his head as he chuckled lowly.

His other hand slowly roamed the weaker male's body. Takahashi gulped, sweat forming at his temple as he panted.

"You want me, don't you?" Inoue Anzhong's voice had a dark intent lacing his every word but Takahashi was distracted as he finally got what he wanted.

"Yes. Yes!" He nodded rapidly.

Inoue Anzhong's hand paused as his dark voice uttered. "But you can never have me."

Takahashi froze. "W-What?"

Inoue Anzhong chuckled, leaning back. He resumed walking in the direction, he saw Joaquin disappear in.

"I rather a person who has a more domineering attitude." He left those words behind and walked away with his hands in his school jacket.

Takahashi watched him walk away. His light grey eyes were now dark with possessiveness.

Back to Joaquin and Calyx.

"Yes Madam," Joaquin handed the lady his ID card. She smiled at him, her bust out for display and Joaquin winked at her. The woman giggled and barely managed to finish her job.

"Student 2496," she muttered, "Here is your schedule and keys."

Her hands lingered on Joaquin's as she handed over the things to him. Joaquin sent her a smirk, watching as the lady melted, he walked out of the office.

"Gross," he mumbled when the door closed. He then held his hand that the lady touched out to Calyx.

"Young Master?" Calyx questioned in confusion looking at the slender white hand.

"A wipe, you fool!" Joaquin snapped. Calyx blinked, "But we don't have any, Young Master."

Joaquin rolled his eyes, "I am tired of you at this point."

"Young Master?" Calyx followed his young master who seemed to be throwing a tantrum.

"Ugh!" Joaquin groaned. He made his way to the Sixth Building of the school with a little tail behind him.

In the small building, he entered the lobby and saw a male at the front desk, reviewing files on his desktop.

"Here," Joaquin handed the man his student ID.

"Ah Master Jigoku," the male bowed. "Here are your room keys."

Joaquin motioned Calyx to collect them and Calyx obeyed.

"Do I have roommates?" Joaquin expressed his doubts.

"No, Master Jigoku." The male spoke. "The only company you will have is that male beside you."

Joaquin's eyes twitched. "Mhm." It would be better without him, Joaquin thought.

He moved to take the elevator. Pressing the button and feeling how slimy it was Joaquin shuddered in shock. "How gross!" He muttered in distaste and the elevator doors opened.

Joaquin and his luggage which was held by Calyx entered the elevator.

"From today on," Joaquin started and Calyx listened. "Yes, Young Master."

"You will wear gloves and you will accept everything that people offer me." Joaquin continued.

Calyx nodded, "Yes, Young Master."

"Always walk with something to make me wipe my hands after shaking, holding, or doing anything for anyone! Understood?" Joaquin's voice was cold.

Calyx nodded, "Understood, Young Master."

Joaquin smiled yet his eyes blocked by his sunglasses were colder than ice. "Good boy."

Calyx bowed, "Yes, Young Master."