Lenne: I finally make this.

And I'm still surprised by how Ninten came out. Why do I say that? You'll see...

Well, enjoy guys! Here's to the New Year in hopes I finish both story versions by the end of the next...

Chapter 1: Reminiscing the Past


He put his hands up in the air, fearing for his life. With one hand still holding my gun, I grabbed a pair of handcuffs from the back of my pocket and turned him around, bringing his hands close to the back of his waist and locking them with the cuffs.

"Agh—that hurts man—!"

I ignored his whining, "Richard Belmonte, you're under arrest for assault, and possession and distribution of illegal drugs—" I put my gun away and began walking him out of the building and towards one of the prepared police vehicles. "You have the right to remain silent; anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney; if you cannot afford one, one will be appointed to you."

A taller officer opened the back of the vehicle and I placed the suspect inside. He closed the door once I stepped away. I saw five more officers escorting their suspects out of the building. At the door, I could see the disco lights continue to illuminate the club as the party guests inside were taken aback by the event. My father exited the club soon after, walking towards me.

"Great work, son," he told, patting my arm.

"Thanks papa," I answer. "But seriously, you couldn't have come in sooner? I almost took that stuff and died!"

"At least you're alive now," he told me. He watched the suspects entering the police vehicles. I watched them entering as well.

"So, we're done?" I asked.

"Yep, the others will take it from here." He grabbed my shoulder, "Go home, you need it."

"All right." He walked back towards the building, where a medical team was about to enter to pick up the attacked victim. I took a deep breath and walked back to my car, watching the area continue to flare with blue and red lights. I entered my car and drove away from the scene.

After about thirty-five minutes, I reached the neighborhood of my home. As I drove down the street, I saw a blue car sitting behind the garage door of a friend's house. The insides were lit bright up, and I could see a good friend of mine working in it.

I parked on the side of the street and exited, walking towards the car. Getting closer, I could see a container of cleaning spray and some paper towels set down on the ground beside him. He was vigorously wiping the passenger seat. He was so focused on it that he couldn't glance at his sides to see me.

I knocked on the top of the car. The noise was so sudden that Ness jumped up and hit his head.

"Ow!" he cried. He quickly looked back and saw me.

"God, Ninten, I told you not to scare me like that," he said.

I chuckled, "But it's fun."

He sighed and looked back at the seat of his car. Then, he looked back at me. "Hey, weren't you going undercover tonight for that party at that one club?" he asked.

"Yeah, just finished."

"Oh, how'd it go?"

"Almost died trying to take the drugs they gave me."


"My papa gave the signal to invade a little late in my opinion…but, they were all arrested. One guy tried to escape, but another guy tried to stop him, but he got punched and shoved away. I caught him though."

"Oh, well that's great." Ness picked up the cleaning spray and paper towels, and set it on the top of his car. "Don't you ever get tired of doing this stuff?"

"Uh…it was my first time going undercover in the city, you know," I told him.

"Well, okay, but what about arresting the guys near the college? Aren't you like...scared of what other students might think of you?"

"Ness, didn't I tell you before? I already knew what people would think once I thought about being a detective, and I accepted it. I'm just doing my job; if they don't like me, I don't really care."

"Ever thought that maybe I wouldn't like you?"

I widened one eyebrow at him. "What would I do that would make you not like me?"

"Well, I'm not saying that I don't, but uh…"


"Just make sure you don't get too caught up in your work so that you don't make everyone hate you."

"Oh Ness, I know that. I just get the people I don't know."

"And the people you do know?"

"I go easy on them."

"All right then." Ness closed his door and chuckled. "It's ironic."

"What is?" I questioned.

"You work for the law. But years ago, you secretly broke them."

"What do you mean…oh!" Ness laughed louder once I realized it. I blushed and pouted. "Hey, we were young and horny, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," he responded. "I know how it feels like. But at least Luke and I didn't go any further than just making out."

I leaned my back against Ness' car. "Well, off the record, you missed out on a big fun of being a young teenager."

"Well, I always thought that saving the first time until we were older would…feel better."

I sighed. "I still find it hard to believe you and Luke held back your urges to just get naked in bed and do it."

"Lot of willpower," Ness answered.

"And you just masturbated all these years?"


I looked up at the dark sky. "I wonder how Lucas managed to held his sexual urges all these years."

"He masturbates too, you know."

I giggled. "You don't think for a second he could have secretly gone to a gay club or anything? I hear there are some good ones in Fourside."

Ness shook his head. "One, he doesn't really have the guts, and two, he'd feel too guilty about it. He'd eventually tell me if he went to one."

"Sounds right," I commented.

Ness looked at me. "What about Claus?"

"What about him?"

"You don't think he went to a club at least once for the past four years?"

I gave it some thought. "It's possible. Or, he could have just been holding out and waiting to feel my ass again."

Ness laughed. "You really corrupted him."

"He corrupted me more," I corrected him.

"Of course," Ness sighed. "You know, I still can't believe I let you blow me—"

"You're still not over that? It was just a friendly blow job."

"It was a bad time for me to be really horny! And you just asked out of nowhere too!"


"It was still sex."

"Ness, it doesn't mean anything unless it's anal."

"Okay, fine, but still—"

"Remember, it's only between us. No one's gonna know if we don't say anything."



Ness lifted an eyebrow. "…You don't think Claus—?"

"Then we'd be even… but I don't think Lucas would have gone with it anyways."

We both stared at the sky for the moment of silence.

"I really miss them," Ness said.

"Me too," I added. "I really miss Clausy driving his big dick inside of—"

"Shouldn't you be going home now?" Ness purposely interrupted.

I smirked at him. "I guess. I'm still beat from the mission."

"Go and get some sleep then. I'm gonna turn in too." He grabbed the cleaning supplies and walked away towards his house, locking the car behind him with car keys hidden in his hand.

"Okay, good night," I called to him.

"'Night," he replied back, not turning to look.

I walked back to my car and started it. I carefully re-entered the road and drove for a few seconds more, only to park at my house. I got out of my car, locked it, and went inside.

After work, it feels like I'm at peace inside my house. It felt great to escape the messed up world that I had to involve myself in as an officer of the law. At the same time, I felt a little sad for the victims I faced, or disappointed in the criminals I apprehend. Sometimes I felt guilty for the victims and suspects I interacted with, and just coming back to my house made it feel like I was running away from them.

I went into my room, closing and locking the door. I set my badge, and gun inside the drawer near the bed. I put my cellphone on top of the drawer. I stripped off my jacket, jeans, and shirt to leave myself only in my briefs. I threw them in a chair which I used just to keep my daily clothes in, next to my lucky neckerchief hanging off the arm of it. I looked at my closet to see the baby blue bathrobe I usually sleep in hanging on the knob. I didn't feel like putting on tonight, so I just flopped down onto my bed.

I stared at the ceiling, remembering everything I could. Today is September 14, 2018. Actually, looking at my clock, it is now 12:28 A.M., meaning it is September 15. It's a Saturday. No class for today and tomorrow.

Clausy and Lucas moved to Fourside in August 2014.

For the first three years since they left, I studied hard about law enforcement during my years in high school. While I was in 12th grade, everyone else was in their first year of college, working hard.

Clausy was supposed to be back in August 2015…but, something happened a month earlier that forced him and his family to stay behind…

…I wonder how they're both doing after what happened?

I knew Lucas was in real shock. I was with Ness when I heard the news. He kept calling Lucas over and over, panicking about fearing Lucas going insane. I was in the other room, talking to Clausy. He sounded like he was enduring it all, but I remember hearing a painful tone from his voice when he told me about it.

I shook my head and woke my brain up. I was about to fall asleep on bad memories.

I reached for my phone and looked through the text messages on it. I texted Clausy on a daily basis when I wasn't busy working. I scrolled through the conversations about how college life was going, how a friend in his life did a joke on him, and the many "I miss you, I love you" and role-playing hugs and kisses, and sometimes sex that we texted each other about.

I kept a few important text messages locked and to never be deleted when I had to delete to clear some memory space. One conversation I saved was when we were talking about what he and Lucas were going to do after their mom had died. The next one was a conversation about how I had to cheer up Clausy when his dad ran away from them. I saved these so I could keep them in mind whenever I wanted to talk to them about this and have my facts straight in doing it.

There was one conversation I treasured. It was a small talk between Clausy and I on the day of our 6th anniversary—May 26, 2018, which was some months ago. I was whining to him about not being able to send each other gifts. Clausy didn't want to do that for some reason. However, he asked me if I wanted a necklace of any kind. He told me he just got a lot of money, so he could afford a custom necklace of my choice. I told him I wanted an ocarina as a necklace, and he teased me a bit for wanting an unusual instrument instead of his name or something, but he promised me he would get something done for me.

Why do I want an ocarina? I first heard something like it when I was 11-years old during a vacation visit to Podunk. I was walking around with Papa until I heard a memorable tune. When I saw where the noise came from, I fell in love with the design. It was a cute instrument. I wanted it when I immediately saw it. However, it was so hard to get one because it was a rather rare instrument, so I never really tried to hunt for one. However, when Clausy said he may be able to get an ocarina as a necklace, I told him I would love him "forever and ever." At first it seemed like a silly idea—a small, somewhat heavy instrument as a necklace. But if it was possible, I'd like to see it.

At that moment I realized how tired my whole body was. I felt like I was depressed and moody.

There was only one way to fix depression and moodiness...I giggled on the inside. I put my phone down on the counter, and then I reached under my pillow.

...Wait, I'm out of Oreos. Damn it.

Well, there was only one other way now.

I slid my underwear off, and thought about that one boy's twin brother…

Lenne: Yes, this story will be in Ninten's perspective. And yes, you read that last sentence right. Yeah, I know, corny thing about this series. But it can be used in both ways, no? You know, Claus/Lucas = twins. Ness/Ninten = twin look-a-likes. So it's not out of place to use that line in Ninten's point of view. Inconsistent, you can say if you'd like, but I'm gonna go on ahead with this. Hope you enjoyed, and try not to suffer till the next chap!