Date: Thu, 21 Jul 2011 22:43:22 -0700
From: Justin Luong <jrl816@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dork Chapter Ten
Dork Chapter Ten: Imprinted
"Hey Ryan, do you remember that dream you were talking about a
week ago?" Declan asked as he sat down at the lunch table.
"Yeah, what about it?"
"Well how do I put this without freaking you out?" Declan asked
himself.
"Declan, just tell me."
"Blaine has been hanging out with your brother a lot
recently. They've actually gotten really close and I think they're you
know, dating."
"Dating? My brother is dating yours? I don't think so. I mean
it's illegal for a teacher to date their student, at least I think it
is. And if it's not, it's highly frowned upon by the staff."
"Then explain to me why they've been hanging out with each
other after school ever since your brother joined the staff."
"I don't know. I tend to not ask my brother about his life. Why
don't you ask Blaine?"
"Blaine has quite a temper and if I'm wrong he'll throw a
fit. Do me a favor and just ask your brother what's up. Please!" Declan
whined.
"I'm not as close to my brother as you are with Blaine. And I
really don't feel comfortable asking Fang that just based on your
assumption. Sorry Declan."
"Sounds like it's time for Adam, Ace Detective, to take the
case!" Adam said with gusto.
"Adam, I thought I told you no more of that TV? It's really
doing a number on your psyche," Riley said sighing.
"Have you guys always been there?" Ryan asked.
"Well excuse us for not being appealing to you today, Sir
Ryan," Riley remarked.
"So Declan, can I take the case?" Adam asked as he leaned
forward.
"Sure, but it's not really a case. Like Ryan said, it's just my
assumption, but it's a strong one."
"Declan, don't encourage him!"
Adam leaned back into his blue chair and set his brown brief
case onto the table.
"Wow, he's really going all out on this detective stuff," Ryan
said.
Adam then opened his briefcase by pushing in two of the lock-in
fasteners. The case swung open revealing only a notepad and a pen in its
insides. As Adam took both of the items in hand, he began questioning his
witness, Declan.
"Okay Declan, I'm going to ask you a few questions just to help
me out with this case. Sound good?"
"Uh sure, I guess."
"When was the first time you suspected that something was going
on with Mr. Chau and Blaine?"
"Last week, when Blaine came home talking on the phone with
Mr. Ch—Fang."
"Now why was this strange to you?"
"Because Blaine doesn't talk on the phone with guys ever, not
even telemarketers or our dad. Nor does he talk on the phone with a guy for
five hours straight."
"Five hours?" Riley and Ryan asked in unison.
"Ryan, you live with the guy!"
"I crash when I get home, sue me."
"In these five hours, did you happen to hear any of the
conversation between the two?"
"Well since it was on the phone, I could only hear Blaine but I
don't remember what they were talking about."
"You eavesdropped on them for five hours?" Ryan asked.
"I was curious on who he was talking to."
"Wait then how did you even know it was Fang he was talking
to?" Riley asked.
"Because at the end of their conversation, Blaine said "It was
nice talking to Fang, I guess I'll see you tomorrow? Yeah and I'll tell you
more about my dream." And I'm pretty sure I heard Blaine laugh after he
hung up the phone."
"You said pretty sure, are you telling me that you imagined him
laughing or are you sure that he—."
"Adam quit with the detective stuff, it's really weird," Riley
interrupted.
"Fine, that's all I was going to ask anyways," Adam said. "From
the answers you gave me, it just seems like Blaine and Fang are
friends. Plain old friends."
"Oh who asked you anyways?" Declan yelled.
"Well excuse me!" Adam said swinging his head to the left.
"Well speaking of the Devil," Riley added.
"Yo what's up guys?" Blaine asked with Fang by his side.
"Uh what are you guys doing here?" Declan asked.
"What? I can't say hello to my own brother?"
"Oh Ryan, I won't be home till later. Blaine and I are going to
an art's exhibit at the Stateline and since it's already ten-thirty I
probably won't be home till around late morning to tomorrow. So you can
stay at Declan's house for tonight."
"There's a field trip today for Art?"
"No, it's just Blaine and I. I have a sub in class already so
it's fine."
The group's eyes widened as they all replayed Fang's words
"Blaine and I" in their heads.
"Are you kids alright? You're not on drugs are you?"
"D-Did you say just you and Blaine?" Declan asked.
"Yes."
"Why only you and Blaine if you don't mind me asking?" Adam
asked.
"Well it's a special exhibit that only applies to Blaine's
artwork."
"Would it be alright if we came with you guys?"
"I don't see why not. Are you all fine with skipping the rest
of your classes cause I'm not going to fake all your illnesses for a measly
trip to the Stateline."
"Wait you're faking Blaine's illness so why not us?" Riley
asked.
"I'm not faking anything. I got my mom to write me a note for
this and she even called the school."
"Mom did that for you?"
"Well it was Mom more or less," Blaine said looking at Fang.
"What can I say? I used to imitate other's voices for fun when
I was your age."
"It was fucking awesome!"
"So what you're saying is that you're not faking an illness but
you're faking an absence just to go to an art's exhibit?" Adam asked.
"Fine you guys can come, just don't get caught. Remember there
are cameras at every corner of this school and they know I'm only here to
pick up Blaine. I still don't understand why there are so many cameras. I
mean they have all these cameras but they don't have enough money for a
quality Arts Program? BLASPHEMY!"
"You're a teacher here so it won't look very suspicious."
"I'm just being cautious, Ace Defective."
"Did he just call me—."
"You have to admit, Adam. That was pretty funny."
"You really don't want to have sex, do you?"
"I've already decided that if I want to have sex with a guy,
it's going to have to be with my hand."
"Fine we can tonight," Adam mumbled.
"What's that? Are you finally giving in?"
"Don't push it, I just don't want to be replaced by a hand,"
Adam said looking away.
"Please tell me I died and these two are just dancing on my
grave," Fang whined.
"Riley, Adam, shut the fuck up please," Blaine demanded
politely.
"Well then!" Riley and Adam yelled.
The six of them walked out of the cafeteria doors and into the
teacher parking lot. Fang whacked his keychain, which was hanging on his
right most belt loop, when suddenly a screeching loud alarm went off that
seemed to get louder as it echoed off all the cars in the lot. Everyone
except Fang covered their ears and looked around like idiots. Blaine nudged
Fang and he noticed all of hem covering their ears. Fang swiftly whacked
his keychain again and the alarm quickly died out.
"Sorry about that, I have poor memory when it comes to
remembering where my car is."
"A warning would have been nice," Declan said.
Fang turned around and glared at Declan who only glared right
back. Ryan tugged at Declan's sleeve to stop. Fang rolled his eyes and
walked away.
"Let's go kids," Fang said as he walked to his car, which was
the first car right in front of them.
"The car was right in front of us and he still had to use his
car alarm?" Riley said to himself.
The five got into Fang's SUV with Blaine riding shotgun, Declan
and Ryan in the middle row, and Riley and Adam in the rear. The rest of the
car ride was quiet except for Fang's stereo blasting through the speakers.
"I thought with age your music taste is supposed to get
better?" Declan asked.
"Are you trying to compare Fang to wine or cheese?" Ryan
whispered.
"If you want to get with me there's some things you gotta
know. I like my beats fast and my bass down. B-B-Bass down low. Bass Bass
Bass down low," Fang sing talked with the music while waving his right
forefinger at Blaine.
"Well I know Blaine doesn't like this music. He always
complains when songs like this come on the radio."
"It's like one, two, three, fuck it!" Blaine sing talked along.
"Oh God, Blaine's gone to the Darkside," Declan sighed. "Can
you believe this Riley?"
Declan turned around and saw something he didn't expect from
Riley or Adam for that matter.
"It's like one, two, three, okay. Can I get a little goose in
my O.J.? Everyday feels like my birthday and we sip Champagne when we
thirstay!" Riley sing talked grooving in the back.
"Quit fightin' while yo husband tryna get his mitts in my
oven. Wanna get a lick of this lovin'? G-G-G-Get a lick of this lovin'?"
Adam sing talked along while grooving in the back.
"Ryan did we die and go to hell?"
"I don't know. I kinda like it," Ryan answered as he raised his
arms in the air and grooved.
"God, someone shoot me now!"
"La la la la. La la la la."
"I'm starting to regret coming with you guys," Declan said
putting his head in his hands. "Ryan, tell me when we get there."
***
"Okay we're here, Declan!" Ryan said knocking on his skull.
"What? But I just closed my eyes."
"You've been snoring the whole four hours of me driving," Fang
said turning shutting off the engine. "Come on, get out of the car
Homopatrol!"
The couple groggily got out of the car and looked at the giant
mansion that stood before them. It had no windows except one steel door
right in the middle of the building.
"This is the place?" Blaine asked.
"Yeah, it may not look like much on the outside but on the
inside it's pretty neat. Well shall we?"
The group walked along the stone path leading to the door when
suddenly they heard loud barking to their right. The group stopped and
noticed a white Akita Inu growling at them.
"Are you sure this is the place?" Adam asked wrapping his arms
around Riley's waist.
"Oh don't worry about the dog, she's harmless."
"She doesn't look harmless!"
"As long as you don't show her fear, she won't bite you."
"Bite me?!"
Suddenly the door opened wide and an old man with long silvery
gray hair walked out with a metal cane. He was clothed in a full black suit
with a white tie. On each of his hands, he had numerous age spots and the
name Maki tattooed on his right hand fingers.
"Fang? Is that you?" the old man asked.
"Yes, it's nice to see you again Oakley."
"Ah, I have been expecting you. Well come on in!"
"I would love to but my group here seems to be scared of your
lil girl."
"Kora! How many times do I have to tell you not yell at our
guests? Especially if it's Fang! Now come over here," the old man scolded
Kora.
Kora whined and walked over to the left side of her
master. Fang walked over to Kora and bent down.
"Have you already forgotten about me, Kora?" Fang asked petting
her. "It's okay now guys, you can go inside."
The group quickly ran inside and Oakley and Fang followed.
"Come on, Kora, let's go inside!"
"Fang, I remember you saying that you were going to bring a
young man over but I see five in front of me," Oakley said sitting in his
oak rocking chair. "Introduce me, please."
"Well the other Asian is my little brother, Ryan, red eyes over
here is Declan, the cute yet highly annoying couple is Riley and Adam, and
the burly, barbarian here is Blaine, the one here to see you," Fang said
pointing at each one.
Blaine walked towards Oakley but was abruptly stopped by a
growling Kora.
"I'm sorry Blaine, Kora is a bit sensitive around
strangers. She only trusts people she has imprints with," Oakley said
rocking back and forth in his chair.
"Imprints?" Blaine asked.
"I heard that imprints are the equivalent to absolute trust in
a human from an animal's point of view. It's highly difficult for a person
to get close to anyone if they have a pet that has trust issues," Adam
said.
"Was that from TV too, Adam?" Riley asked.
"I'm not answering that question."
"I'm sorry Blaine, if Kora doesn't trust you then I can't teach
you anything."
"I see. Well I guess I came for nothing."
"Hold on, not so fast Blaine. I did not drive all the way here
just so Kora can turn you down. I'll help you acquire an imprint with
her. I am the one she imprinted first," Fang said. "Oakley, can you give
the rest of them a tour of your house?"
"Ah yes, the rest of you follow me. Will you be alright by
yourself Fang?"
"Yeah, I am Kora's original master so she should obedient to
me. At least that's what I hope."
Kora continued to growl at Blaine, which only made feel uneasy
about the whole imprinting ordeal.
"Are you sure I can get an imprint from her?" Blaine asked with
a shaky voice.
"With the lack of confidence you have right now, I highly doubt
it," Oakley said as he lead the group downstairs.
"It'll be fine Blaine, the imprinting process isn't anything to
be afraid of, unless she bites you of course."
"What?!"
"Don't worry she's only done it once to Oakley when he tried
his first time to get imprinted."
"She only bit him the first time?"
"Well now that I think about it, Oakley tried for years to get
imprinted. So that's more than three hundred and sixty five bites."
"I don't think I want to do this anymore."
"Is Mr. Barbarian scared to get bitten? Trust me, you won't
turn into a werewolf or a shape shifter," Fang laughed.
"It's not funny. I've always been afraid of dogs since I was a
kid."
"Why? I mean sure the news always says that some breeds of dogs
are dangerous but they're just untrained."
"You just don't get it!"
"Then tell me, Blaine. It's the only way I'll understand."
"Can we just go?"
"No, just tell me Blaine."
"Fine I'll walk home."
"Is it really that big of a deal? Sure you're afraid of dogs
but I'm afraid of spiders and cockroaches because they're creepy and nasty
but that doesn't mean I'm going to let them control my life. You can't let
your fear hold down on a leash."
"I was attacked by a dog when I was five. Back then, all I
wanted was a dog. I got home one day from kindergarten and my parents
surprised me with a dog, an adult Huskie. It latched onto my left thigh and
right when I started screaming, the dog was shot on sight. I still have the
bite marks on my thigh, a lot of my friends think it's a tattoo but it's
just a nightmare," Blaine explained as he sat on the seaweed green carpet.
Fang sat down in front of Blaine and he patted his right
thigh. Kora walked over to Fang and nestled into his lap.
"She won't hurt you, just forget about your fear. If I see any
indication that she's going to bite, I'll pull her back," Fang said as he
scratched Kora behind her pointed ears.
"I-I don't know about this," Blaine stuttered.
"Trust me, Blaine. I won't let anything happen to you," Fang
said with a smile.
"Okay," Blaine sighed. "What do I do?"
"Give me your hand."
"Which one?"
"It doesn't matter," Fang laughed. "Left."
Blaine held out his hand and Fang gently grabbed it. He put hit
hand right above Kora's nose.
"Kora I want you to imprint Blaine. Now don't bite him or else
you understand?" Fang demanded.
Kora cocked her head at Fang as if she was too lazy to even see
if she wanted to imprint Blaine. Fang sternly stared at Kora and pointed at
Blaine. Kora whimpered and whined as she dug into Fang's lap. Fang sighed
and patted the seaweed green carpet.
"Blaine, sit next to me. Kora seems to be too lazy to get up."
"Uh okay," Blaine said as he scooted right next to
Fang. Unbeknownst to the both of them, Kora was watching Blaine's body
language. Right when Blaine settled next to Fang, she noticed that their
shoulders and knees touched and both of them flinched. Kora cocked her head
and hopped into Blaine's lap nestling against his ripped abdominals.
"Does this mean that I—."
"Huh, I've never seen her imprint like that without sniffing a
person and licking their palm. Funny," Fang laughed.
"So does this mean that I—that Oakley can teach me how to
uh—."
"You didn't come here to meet Oakley."
"What? I thought you said Oakley knew a way to get rid of my
nightmares? You were lying to me?" Blaine asked raising his voice.
"In a way, yes I did lie to you. But Oakley could never help
you in the first place. Kora's the one that can help you and she decided to
do it."
"What? I don't understand."
"I relayed your dream to Oakley and he said that he'd agree to
have Kora help you with your nightmare and she did."
"I still don't understand. How does a dog help anything?"
"Your dream wasn't a meaning of death. You weren't afraid of
dying; you were afraid of never finding love. That no one would love you
back. Believe it or not, I had the exact same dream that you had. I had
never ending nightmares that included an old man killing me in my
dream. That old man was myself. He killed me with a mirror fragment cause I
was too afraid to admit to myself that I was wrong. However when I met
Kora, she loved me from the very beginning when met. I knew that if a dog
could love me then anyone could. I just had to be brave. I couldn't just
cower and run like I always did when I was younger," Fang explained. "Your
fear of dogs only worsened your fear of dying alone to the point that you
had these nightmares."
"Are you sure that it's gone for good?" Blaine asked discontent
with the solution.
"If you want, you can borrow Kora. Oakley was only taking care
of Kora while I was gone. She's a nightmare catcher, well in her case,
eater."
"You sure it's okay?"
"Yeah, I trust you'll take good care of her plus you're
imprinted so she'll trust no matter what."
"Thank you, Fang," Blaine said relieved.
"Don't worry about, it's my job to take care of my students,"
Fang said as he stretched and yawned.
Blaine turned around and saw Fang's shirt lift as he
stretched. He had almost the same exact bulging muscles as Blaine but in a
smaller build and a bizarrely large diagonal scar that started at the
middle of his ribcage and ended at the right side of his ribcage.
"I'm going to get the Homopatrol and then we can go home," Fang
said as he stopped stretching. Fang turned to Blaine and noticed that he
frozen. "Are you okay, Blaine?"
"I-I'm fine. Why?"
"Were you staring at my scar?"
"What? No!"
"Sure you weren't. It's no biggie, I got it when I was
eighteen."
"From what?"
"N-Nothing, don't worry about it," Fang said walking away.