forum Welcome to Hell #1 (Tw; Mature) (Abandoned) (X/1)

Started May 05, 2023 by @RhysTheFirebird group

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(cool beans!)

Darius sat in front of the computer, moving the mouse around. He had been at this for a few minutes. It hadn't been that hard to figure out once he knew where to look, the only problem he was running into was finding an available email address. He didn't understand why it wasn't letting him use the one he had picked out. Darius had thought of entering random letters and numbers for the address, but the only problem with that was that he was not going to remember it when he needed it later. If he needed it later.
Darius sat back, crossing his arms, thinking hard about it, before he placed his hands back onto the keyboard.

First Name: Darius Last Name: Sanguinex

The cursor blinked in the empty field requiring a username. Darius began typing until he was done.

SaturnDevoursHisSon6784 @gmail.com

Darius seemed unsatisfied with the numbers after the address, but it would have to do. After a few more minutes he finished setting everything up and sent an email to the one Zion had provided. Now all he had to do was wait. He had connected the email to his phone number, so surely it would alert him when Zion replied if he did. Little did Darius know that's not how things worked.

It was the day of the event and Darius was already in the restaurant, they had requested for them to be early to set everything up, so he had been there since five in the morning working in the back to prep the ingredients. Darius was the one making the dishes. When they had first hired Darius, he hadn't really seemed to show any special talents, so when they put him to the test and found out that Darius was a little more than decent at cooking things, they had given him the job. 'A little more than decent' was a complete understatement, Darius was an excellent cook. He had picked up a skill or two when he arrived here and focused on honing that skill to pass the time. It was such an irony seeing someone who rarely ate, be a chef. A demon cooking human food for others. It slightly irked Darius, but the job paid well and he needed the money. The thought of slipping poison into the food comforted Darius to know these people were at his mercy. Course, he would do no such thing. He did not want to get fired.

Soon, it hit six in the evening and everyone was starting to arrive. Darius was standing by one of the pillars, using his phone, getting impatient. Zion hadn't emailed him back, and Darius lost hope that he would attend. Currently, he was thinking of other ways to lure the other in, wracking his brain for a better plan.

Zion had no clue he'd gotten the email. His manager never spoke to him about these things. Eventually, Zion checked the email himself and paused. He signed and clicked on it. He typed out a quick reply.

Hey, sorry about the wait, I'll be there.

He sighs and grabs his bag with his case. He texts his dad saying he was going out and ran/skipped down the stars, grabbing his keys on the way. He got to his car. He paused and then the passenger door opened as Jaqu climbed in, tossing Zion's guitar case onto the back seat, "You might want that, ZZ."

Zion laughs, "Let me guess, you're coming with as the dark and brooding bodyguard?"

Jaqu nods. Zion sighs and starts driving.

Although Zion had sent Darius an email, Darius hadn't logged into his account to check his emails, he assumed it would ping him like a message did when someone texted him, but that just wasn't the case here.

Darius tapped his foot impatiently. He really wasn't coming, was he? Darius wanted to be there by the door when Zion entered to give him the welcome and escort him, but time was running out and he had to get started on some of the courses as some of the guests had already ordered.
Njeri came to stand by Darius, she was smaller, though not incredibly short, she was what some would consider 'a bit tall' for a woman, even though she was only 5'9".

"Who are you waiting for?" She asked curiously, knowing Darius was not the type to invite people over to these types of events.
"Just someone I want to get to know better," He said calmly, though there was a menacing look in his eyes as he said that.
"Well you better pray they come quick, we have to go in five minutes," She said uncrossing her arms and walking away when she was called by another staff member. Darius scoffed at the 'praying' part. Yeah, alright.

Zion handed his phone to Jaqu, “Here, pull up the directions.” Jaqu takes the phone, pulling up the directions based on the email. He then sets the phone down, looking at Zion, “Henri won’t be happy about this, Zion. You have a flight later today.”

Zion shrugs, “And? It’s a private jet, it will wait for me.” Zion looks down at the screen of the phone, following the directions. After a quick. Drive, he reaches the place and pulls into the parking lot, “Anyways, can you-“

“No. I’m coming with you, Zion. We dont know this guy, and you didn’t exactly give me time to do a background check.” Jaqu climbs out of the car, looking over at Zion, “So you can deal with me following you around, like I’m supposed to.”

Zion sighs and gets out, opening the ack door and grabbing his case. “Whatever, Jaqu. . .” He walks towards the door of the place, quiet again.

Darius was about to turn around and return to his station when he spotted two figures from afar, one of them being Zion. His eyes lit up, almost too excited to see the guy. If one didn't know his true intentions, you could basically say he liked the guy, or at least, that's what it looked like.

He pocketed his phone and went to the door to greet the two, a huge smile spreading on his face.
"You actually came," Darius said, and for once his voice didn't sound hostile or wary of the other, it sounded excited.
"Would you like me to take that for you? I'll lead you to one of the tables" Darius said, but didn't let Zion finish as he grabbed his case and walked away, expecting the other two to follow. Darius was in his chef uniform, it looked a little odd on him like he would be the last person you would expect to be a chef.

Darius led them to a table with a few other people talking about new ideas and how their business was going. Darius set Zion's case down beside a chair and flashed him a smile.
"The menu's on the table, I'll come back in a while to take your orders. Feel free to get to know some of the others" He said, taking a step back and walking away.

Jaqu rolls his eyes, smiling slightly at Zion's comment and follows him towards the waiting figure.

Zion nods, looking at Darius, "There was no reason not to, you know. Sorry for the last minute reply, but I didn't know about the email. Managers are a real pain. I don’t know why my parents hired them in the first place.”

Zion blinks, reaching slightly for the case and following Darius. The case was not just his, but it made him feel grounded, and someone just taking it from his hands. . . It made Zion feel uncomfortable and worse. Because if he didn’t have his music, who was he?

Jaqu frowns, watching Zion and walking beside him. Jaqu noted Zion’s fingers flexing at his side, how Zion seemed to want to snatch the case back. But he didn’t, Zion was too nice for that, Jaqu knew. He gently places his hand on Zions shoulder, comfortingly.

Zion relaxes ever so slightly at Jaqu’s touch and watches as Darius sets his case down. He opens his mother, a few words coming to mind, but he dismissed them, not wanting to be rude. He sits down in the chair, looking around. He pulls his jacket tighter around himself, fidgeting for a moment, “Thank you.” He murmurs, silent.

Jaqu pauses, and then follows after Darius, stepping in front of him. He wasn’t being imposing, just speaking up for his friend, who was also his charge. “Please, don’t just take things from him. He won’t saying anything about it, but he doesn’t like it.” Jaqu tilts his head slightly, “And why ask him if he wants you to take it if you’re going to take it anyways?”

Zion looks up, “Jaqu, don’t grill him. Let him get to work.”

Darius stared at Jaqu with little interest. He didn't have manners whatsoever- didn't need them, but since he was interacting with Zion to try and win him over, he had to learn a few things before he had met him. His "skills" if they could even be called that, were poor, almost nonexistent.
He took a step closer to Jaqu, getting uncomfortably close. Darius didn't seem afraid to push back.

"Apologies," Darius gave a slight smile, though it looked anything but sincere. "I just assumed it would be a nice thing to do."
A nice thing to do. Yuck.

Darius had been around plenty of humans, but none of them had rubbed off on him in a good way- probably because he didn't associate himself with the decent ones. But Jaqu- he seemed very confrontational, defending Zion. Darius wondered who Jaqu was to him and if he would be a problem. Maybe he should remove him for good measure.
"I won't act on my own next time, I'll keep this in mind." He said, a serious expression back on his face. He made a mental note of not doing that again. Maybe acting indifferent had worked for him in the past, but that would not fly here. He had to actually care about these things. This was….new. But not impossible to accomplish! He'd….practice. Practice? He seemed to short-circuit at that, though, was snapped out of his thoughts when Zion spoke again.
He was…defending him? In a way? Telling his guard dog to back away from him. Darius frowned at that. Weird.

He pushed past Jaqu as Zion told him to leave him alone, not saying another word.
For the next few minutes, you could see Darius commanding the kitchen from behind a glass wall, yelling out orders and testing things to see if they tasted alright. He stepped in a couple of times to help prepare certain dishes, his eyes never leaving the people who were working. He seemed very aware of his surroundings.
While Darius could have had someone go to Zion's table to take his order, he had specifically told the others to leave that table to him, just so he could interact more with Zion. He seemed pretty busy as it was, and yet, was taking time out of his schedule to attend to them. Some people in the kitchen had started talking among themselves that Darius had a crush on either guy at the table, but Darius hadn't caught wind of it yet.

After a while, Darius excused himself from the kitchen to go to Zion's table to take his order. The cooks in the kitchen watched as he did so, though, still keeping their hands busy.
"Decide on what you guys want yet?" He asked, taking out a pad and pen, ready to jot their orders down. He stood by the table, his eyes landing on Zion, though, there didn't seem to be any malicious intent as he said these words, he looked neutral at best- just some guy doing his job.

An irritated look flashes across Jaqu's face. He covers it and nods at Darius. At Zion's words, he steps back, dipping his head to him, and sits down next to his charge and friend.

Zion looks up at Darius, once again taking in his appearance before looking away shyly. Why did he have to be so insecure? It was embarrassing and the fact that it was embarrassing made it worse. He sighs softly and looks back at Darius, "Don't worry about my friend, he's just protective and wants me as comfortable as possible."

Zion flashes a bright smile and then looks away again, fidgeting with the menu on the table. He looks up as Darius walks away and watches him in the kitchen, tilting his head ever so slightly. His eyes follow Darius at some moments while going over the menu at others. He only looked at it when darius wasn't paying attention, or when he thought so at least. He eventually decides what he wants and looks at Jaqu who is still going over the menu. "You don't need to stand up for me like that, Jaqu."

"He was disrespectful, forget the fact that you are famous, but someone shouldn't take things from someones hands period. and you aren't the type to stand up for yourself. You need someone to protect you."

Zion could feel the anger burning, "I do not!" He snaps at Jaqu and crosses his arms, pouting.

"You let him take your guitar, ZZ." Jaqu looks at him

Zion shakes his head and remains silent until Darius comes back, "I'll have just a small salad. I'm not to hungry."

Jaqu rolls his eyes and sets the menu down, "Steak, medium rare with a backed potato and green beans, please."