Chapter 3 Are Mate's Real?

A hand extended in front of his face, with a cold juice meant for him. Seeing that he didn't he react and still in daze, a flick on his forehead makes him comeback to reality, it was painful for a one shot of hit, instantly forming a red mark. “What was that for! I told you not to do it anymore, crazy, it hurts!.” With continuous curses coming from his mouth, while rubbing it, he was ignoring that hand purposely, holding a juice meant for him. “Just say that you don't want to be freshened up, why make my hand hang to air?” About to retract the hand that been extending, Aru grab the juice and drink, feeling the cold temperatures, walk in every corner of his cells, from every sip and loosen up his tense muscles. “Say! You're in a daze again, what?” HiVi started a conversation. Talking, but both of their eyes are fixated on the cold juice. “Nothing in particular.” Honestly speaking, he just remembered how he got here, by force, and how there's only one person who stand for him that day, wondering how's that girl doing now. Back then, he thought that his mother will report him missing that day, but weeks to months 'till the contract ends now, nobody look for him, no one. (Am I not worth looking for, I guess?) He thought to himself and sigh in deep breath. “Hey hey hey! The heck! That sigh, you're ruining the night, look how peaceful Chang-An tonight.” Joking aside, his finger pointing at the clear glass window in front of them. “Does your client, fuck you like a rodeo again?” Aru look at him with WHAT DO YOU MEAN look Then ignored him again and take another sip of juice. HiVi might guess wrong, but everyone knows the reason most of his client, he served are like that, it's because when he signed the contract, they can state what part of their body was off limits, other elite states their hand, their ears, their back, their front genital, but to him, what he states was his lips. As an elite, they don't have to show their faces like the common prostitute, whose always available below the bar. Then twenty elites prostitutes, are being shown, only on pictures with mask on their left side face, that are still worn during their service, to avoid being recognized, on the back of their pictures, states their preference if a top or a bottom or can do both or BDSM type, their price for the night in every hour, their likes and their off limits body parts. Given this kind of treatment to elites was just enough, since they're the ones who suffered most during deflowering process, that after being devirginize they fall into trauma, stay long in bed for a week. Elite are too expensive they're only allowed to be sold one times, a night and if a price was triple to ten, for a certain elite, then they can do it twice or more, which never happen to him because he was the most expensive one, yet every night he never got vacant, but end up almost unable to stand, not until tonight. Since his lips were off limits, then most of his clients like no preparation and directly plunge their hard cock and bang him without consideration, then leave him like a paper crumpled, every time they're done doing it with him, if it's ever called intimate after all. “Tsk forget what I say, I know I state the obvious.” Aru felt a little tired talking to him, and didn't clarify his wrong guess, which makes the latter annoyed. “Hmm.” was the only reply he gave him and sip the juice again. “Tomorrow will be your last day, aye?” A little sullen at the thought of it, even though this person always annoyed him, he was the only one who's real to him. “Hmmmmm.” hearing this kind of reply makes him explode, he wanted to have a normal talk, he wondered why Aru's so mean. “Fuck Aru, can't you say any other word than that? Your responses are shorter than my bangs, you know that?” “I don't know”, he ignored him again playfully, for being so talkie, then sip the juice again, it's his favourite flavour after all, pineapple. “Yeah whatever, no wonder you're so expensive because you're just a temporary pleasure, how envious.” Aru saw him pout and smile within him. He didn't respond to how HiVi was envious of him, what's to be envious about? He didn't know what to say, how they could be envious of him?, if his blood uses him as a payment. “The club will lose a costly elite and a stone face prostitute, I wonder what they find attractive on you, that every night your legs are spread apart.” “You want to die?” A threat that weight nothing, but, pure annoyance. “Hahaha fuck Aru I finally got a phrase from you, but a threat!.” “Tsk.” His done with his juice and look at the big glass window, that cover above and below of the whole floor. “Hey, you know I envy you? You can be devoid of emotions, you're so good with that poker face of yours, nobody can tell what's on your mind? If you're happy or sad, or do you even get angry?” “Hmmm.” He pushed the empty glass and loved to annoy this man. “Here we go again to your hmm? I really want to slap you.” “Hmmm?” He laughed inside him, as how HiVi, eyes grow wide from his intentional reply. “Tsk why am I even talking to you.” slumping his head over his folded arms above the counter and gaze afar seeing the night lights spread everywhere in Chang-An with a long sigh “Oh well, I guess for me, all I can do is to wait for my destined mate to come, to my rescue, unlike someone else beside me, who will finally be free.” “Destined mate? You have one? Are they real?” He got curious a sudden about this, all he knew was, Mates are very few and kind of extinct, his biological Dominant Omega mother who he hasn't seen and his Common Alpha father that went missing was never a mate, cause if they are, there was no way, that his father can have another wife, which was a Beta woman. A mate was tied by bond or marking and once they found each other, the pull was strong enough that you might end up hurting each other, but some strong Alpha and Omega can hold it, depends on if they want to accept or reject the fate of thread. And if they are both mark, their pheromones scent are just for each other, and the intimidating pheromones can still be used to pressed enemy But if one was mark whereas the other was not, there starts imbalance of feelings, that can result in hatred, and silent suffering, that's why it's better to be marked together at once, for mutual understanding. As for the bond, both was the death of two, but few, chooses to bond. And he doesn't know if he has one, if ever mates could be real? “Aye? You don't know, how could you not know? You're a Dominant Omega, it's even possible for you to have one, tsk how unlucky of your destine mate.” “How?” he looked at him with bewildered eyes and just let him continue explaining. HiVi saw him got interested, and didn't ruin the fun because he finally can have a normal conversation to this stone face guy. “How you mean?” he asked in return “How will you know if it's your mate?” “I only heard it, that once you meet your destined mate you will be clouded with its pheromones, sometimes between the two party only one can realize it and a little late for the other party to take notice, sometimes upon meeting they pounce on each other instantly, sometimes an attack will happen in greed of desperate claiming to mark, and sometimes too much intake of other party's pheromones they passed out, that's all I know if it happens to me, I'd rather we pounce at each other instantly and live happily ever after.” his face heat up at the thought, but it was crashed by a cold statement from Aru. “What a joke of bullshit, you believe this? You ain't no kid anymore HiVi, grow up.” That's when he slammed his hand on the table, stand and leave. (Tell me? Why did I even waste my time, energy, and saliva from trying to explain everything to him and end up that way? Grrr that stone face.) HiVi muttered to himself and take the juice he has on hand and left Aru, his mood was ruin that he no longer enjoy the scenery in front of them. From their position you can see the whole city of Manila, filled with lights, but it's only a view to their eyes.