Chasing You (Arcs 1-7)

Catastrophe (XXI)

(A/N: Haiiiii! Waeeeeee~  The ending of the arc is coming soon.... Three more chapters left.... The promised steamy scenes are coming up! Full two chapters on it. orz my brain. Thank you for your wonderful support and enjoy!)

Noel panicked. Where could he have gone? He was just right besides him. Noel scanned through the sea of people for that familiar figure.

Not far away from him, Allen is walking while holding someone's hand. His eyes are in a dazed state, not focused on anything. They are currently headed towards a quieter, less crowded part of the venue. Just as they're about to slip out of the mob of people, someone latches onto Allen's hand.

"Allen!"

The person he called for doesn't even turn around. The man with similar hair color to Allen yanked Allen over to him, "Where are you taking my brother?"

The man who had been leading Allen faces darkens. He takes out a dagger and lunged at Kyle. In less then a heartbeat, a flock of assassins flies towards their location. They all had concealed weapon and focused their attack onto Kyle.

Kyle kicked the first assassin that came at him, the kick shattered the other's rib cage and sent him flying backwards. The second assassin received a left hook to his jaw, slamming him into the third assassin. The fourth assassin's wrist was grabbed by Kyle. He twisted, disarmed and snapped the assassin's wrist and after he snatched the dagger and stabbed him in the heart.

The fifth assassin wasn't so lucky and had his neck snapped after getting his shoulders dislocated. The sixth assassin took the chance that his comrades were being mercilessly killed and ran to Allen instead of Kyle. He locked his arms around Allen's shoulder and placed his dagger onto Allen's neck. A small trail of blood flowed where the dagger grazed on his neck, but those eyes were hollowed and lifeless. There was no response from them.

This was the scene that Noel came upon. He had heard the commotion and had come over to see what was going on. Noel wanted to curse at all those useless people on the rooftops. Why didn't they take any action yet?

Noel contacted Rolf through the earpiece, "Do you have it with you?"

Rolf, "Yes, boss."

Noel's voice held a thick killing intent, "Good."

Noel gave Rolf two minute to assemble and take action, if not he will not see the daylight of tomorrow. Rolf scampered off and attached underneath one of the tables were his rifle parts. He quickly assembled it and within 20 seconds, it was complete. Following the coordinates that Noel had given him, he looked through the scope and aimed it at the sixth assassin's head.

Rolf took in a deep breath and pulled on the trigger. The bullet whizzed through the air and took out the right side of the sixth assassin's brain. The blood splattered and landed on Allen's white suit. Like a blooming red spider lily flower, the blood stained that pure white clothes.

Noel rushed over and hooked his arm underneath Allen's knees and one behind his back, he rushed off to the closest clinic. Kyle and Irvin weren't far behind. When they arrived, the had the doctor examine Allen right away. The poor doctor almost shat his pants being glared at by three scary looking men. His back was drenched in cold sweat and his hands were slightly trembling.

The doctor rushed the blood work to the lab. After confirming the type of drug, the doctor gave Allen a dose of physostigmine to counter the acetyl-choline receptors from the scopolamine in Allen's system.

Noel's chilling voice was like grim reaper, "When will the antidote take effect?"

The wipe the sweat on his forehead, "The physostigmine will take effect within a few minutes. Mr. Reeves should become more lucid and should fully come out of his state in 45 to 60 minutes."

(A/N: *researching* *researching* My head hurts... (๑ ˊ͈ ᐞ ˋ͈ )ƅ̋ All these medical terms got me like Σ(￣ロ￣lll). Though it's not 100% accurate, I tried my best to decipher the medical language. (・∧‐)ゞ)

Noel looked away from the doctor, who took a deep breath. The heavy pressure he had felt on his body was gone. The three of them waited inside of the room in silence. Irvin and Kyle were standing by the wall, while Noel was sat right next to Allen. He held the unconscious man's hand in his and kissed it.

An hour flew by and Allen began to stir. His thick lashes fluttered open. Noticing the figure to his left, Allen mumbled, "No...el?"

Noel's gaze immediately softened. He cupped the young man's face in his hand as he stroke on his cheeks with his thumbs, "En. You're alright now."

Allen, "What happened?"

Noel placed a kiss on his forehead, "You were targeted by the remaining members of the Black Order."

Allen's brows furrowed, but he didn't say anything else on the topic, "...Oh."

Noel handed Allen his glasses and he puts them on. Allen finally noticed the other two figures, "Irvin? Brother?"

Irvin sat down at the edge of his bed, "You almost gave my brother and your older brother a heart attack you know? Noel was searching all over for you and then Kyle heard that you were gone. Haha, he sprinted off like a madman."

Kyle walked over and pinched Allen's cheek, "You... You always make me worry."

Allen winced and rubbed his cheek, "Ouch. I'm sorry elder brother...."

Allen felt guilty inside for always dragging down others. He snuck a peeked at Noel. The other person's face was as gentle as the spring breeze. Allen blushed and looked down, "I'm sorry, Noel.... I'm always making you worry."

Kyle sighed. He patted Allen's head, "There's nothing for you to be sorry about, stupid."

Noel placed his hands over Allen's, "Don't think of yourself as a bother, you were never and will never be one. This was out of your control."

Allen looked down at their hands, "En."

Irvin and Kyle stayed a little bit longer before they went back to the venue. Noel got Allen discharged and took him back to their home once they did another test and confirmed that there nothing was wrong. By the time they made it home, it was already ten o'clock at night.

Noel had their dinner delivered to their place instead of going out. It seemed that whenever they went out, this man besides him would always end up in trouble.

After eating, they washed up and got into bed. Allen laid on Noel's arm as the two huddled together. Noel brought Allen's hand to his lips, "I never got the chance to say this at the banquet, but congratulations, my love."

Allen chuckled, "Thank you and congratulations to you too, Noel."

Allen propped himself up on one arm. He leaned forward and their lips touched. It was soft at first, just a little touch here and there until someone pulled on the tiger's whisker. Noel held Allen in an iron grip and lavished his lips. Allen didn't refuse his affections and locked his arms around Noel's neck. They became a beautiful shade of scarlet and were swollen from the suction and nibbling that Noel had done.

Noel traced Allen's jaw with his lips as he made his way to Allen's earlobes. A small sultry moan escaped from Allen's lips. The flames inside of Noel's body flared alive. Allen could see his desire flickering in those hypnotizing blue gems. Noel's voice was husky and thick with heat, "I'm not letting you go tonight."