『敵でもいい』 ..Gin feat. Saga.. {You are an enemy but that's okay, isn't it?}

[gin]

Time ventured rather fast. Shura was still on his dream state despite thinking that he was already a member of the dead. The sleeping male didn't even noticed how all of his gang members were frantically searching for him hours ago. His vital signs leveled back to normal. He's sleeping so soundly thanks to a certain 'someone.'

 

TIME CHECK | 10:02 p.m.

 

 

"mm...." The body tried to tilt a bit with the rustle of the bed sheets.

 

The banchou didn't really still caught the idea that he's still alive. Slowly opening his eyes, lazily he did it in a slow motion as he yawned awfully.

 

--ah is this limbo? He wanted it to be real. But the blond immediately noticed that he was still alive. Luckily, he was. With no plans of rejoicing his second life or something of a 'spared' life; Shura shifted his gaze to the usual alarm clock.

 

--Déjà vu!? As his eyes noticed that he isn't in his room, again. Argh. The male then scanned his head as to what happened to him; why his head was so heavy and same goes with his body--it's really painful. Droopy eyes then stared at the ceiling as he remembered the thing that happened yesterday.

 

--so he spared my life? He smiled wryly as he slowly turned his head, he wanted to stand and it felt so cramped. What room is this!? Though it was so clean, Shura knew that it was not a room in a hospital nor even in a hotel.

 

"!!!!!" His eye balls almost escaped from his eye sockets as he tried to cover his mouth from his soundless scream.

 

--WHO THE HELL IS THIS!????? For a moment his heartbeat doubled. Never would he imagine he'd be sleeping with someone. And then again a man. He had enough of this homo games. The latter's face was covered by his thick long bangs, completely topless, and was sleeping casually in front of him. He had no recollection of meeting such demise. The blond then swiftly scanned his hazy memories. He's shifting his gaze between the ceiling then back to the man's face. He was even so sure that he was tortured and sexually abused the night before. Which made his brows knit, he really isn't fond of such memory.

 

His hands, though painful, slowly raised; clearing the bangs that was covering more than half of the face of the male. Curiosity still get the better out of him.

 

 

God. Even the face shock him more than the fact that he's sleeping together with a man. No exaggeration, Shura turned white. This got to be some joke!!! Is there a hidden camera somewhere!? Or was he still dreaming!? Even the boy did agreed that it was a dream remembering that mysterious guy clothed in red.

 

Shura didn't pinch himself though he denied at first; it's really reality. Yakuza leader-sama's sleeping cozily together with him in one f*cking bed. His palm covered his face; completely ridiculous.

 

--what am I doing at Kei-dono's bed. And my wounds---- As he then realized that they're neatly wrapped with bandages. He was rendered speechless, even his mind was rendered thoughtless. As a matter of fact, he's supposedly dead for not giving the right information but how come he's still alive. He didn't know who patched him back but whoever he was, Shura should thank him. But the situation just confused the eighteen year old boy more. The Yakuza leader's room with him on it; he just couldn't recover from the shock and confusion.

 

To his bewildered state he then hurriedly tap his ass. --Whew. It's safe....

 

 

He wanted to punch the male that was soundly sleeping in his right side for some bloody payback. But, he had to admit that he wasn't in his best shape as of the moment. And if he should perform his revenge, the evil guy would easily bash him up to the wall without him retorting back. Shura didn't like the outcome of the story. There's one thing that was redundantly flashing inside his head : ESCAPE.

 

---Ouch. I couldn't even move... His slanted eyes boringly stared at the ceiling. He was really at a disadvantage. Only God knows what might Kei-dono do to him once he's awake. He's most likely going to resume the torture. After he's done with the night torture, he's going to perform the day ones!? The psycho that he is! Even stripping him naked with only bandages wrapped around him as the only item covering some of his parts. Though it was harm behind the blanket, strange embarrassment crept within him, he needed clothes.

 

 

THUD | Shura then fall flatly towards the ground, his face facing the cold ground. His wounds then immediately sent pain towards his head; as if sending lot's of electricity through his head, unutterably painful.

 

"goddammit---" His sore arms then soothed his nose bridge that got the major impact while the other soothe his member who suffered fatality despite his morning wood.

 

 

 

Shura then heard the bed rustling a bit. Fast reflexes as he was, the male unconsciously hid at the narrow space under the bed. Even his disobedient body who refused to move earlier easily traveled. Though he didn't felt fear towards the boss, his body did. He didn't like the idea of adding another wound. Poor Shura couldn't run due to his serious injuries at the thigh area so he ended up hiding like an idiot.

 

 

"..." He seriously stared at the metal cover above him as it creak again and again. It's the first time in his life that he prayed sincerely that the man above won't notice him and then think that he already left.

 

 

[Saga]

It felt so warm, but not just in the room; Ryuu finally could sleep relaxed, not bothered by the chase of his nightmares that seemed to love to haunt him once his eyes closed. It's been ages since he slept so soundly and his mind being in complete peace. The Yakuza's boss didn't even notice when Shura woke up, to caress the strands of hair away from Hanagawa's face. Once the boy fell off the bed, Ryuu slid gently the edges of his eyelids; it was rather lively and noisy in the room. Come to think of it, was it always so quiet and lonely in that apartment? The Yakuza's boss had a first with such an energetic spirit around the place.

 

With his morning gaze he caught the cursing Shura, trying to get up. He thought it'd be nice to help him up, but his kindness was brushed off once the boy hurried to hide from him. So Fujiwara wasn't exactly comfortable around the boss, or not in its full sense. Then again Ryuu laid flat on his back, an exhaled morning sigh came off lips; the boss' usual cold stare was numbed by the scared soul beneath the bed. What was he doing? Was he some kind of a cat? Seriously. Just like some kitten cornered in a no-damn-exit situation. Only the hisses and scratches were missing, but no doubt if Hanagawa was to pull him out he'd get to taste from the feline's fangs.

 

Finally the Yakuza's leader got up, landing foot on the ground. Quietly he slipped off the towel down, walking up to his wardrobe. Facing the bed with his back, he started dressing up from the lower part of his body. Once the tattooed back was hidden under the fabric of white shirt, the boss had himself partly fixed; of course, the gloves had to be adjusted on hands. He ran hand through his hair, letting it untied for the time being. His eyes shifted to side, wondering whether the boy was hungry.

 

With steady steps he headed for the door as spoke indifferently,

- If you have so much strength left, get your ass to the kitchen. - a small pause was made as he looked over shoulder straight to the bed's direction,

- Unless you want me to continue from where we stopped last night.

 

Well, that was the gentlest way of his, to invite the boy to eat. Ryuu knew the other rather disliked him right now, so he didn't want to have additional headache. Headache..,speaking of which - he reached hand up to massage his own nape.

//"That's odd. I don't have a headache..."//

 

Hanagawa actually could cook pretty neatly though he never cooked for someone; who would imagine the boss cooking? But since he didn't plan to make the boy too comfortable around, the older male just made in a quick some omelette. Right after the plate was settled on the counter bar, he made himself coffee to go along with the morning smoke. It felt good, to drink coffee and smoke when one didn't have headache. With reach up, Ryuu pinched the bridge of his nose, recalling about some documents he had to take care of. What a messy week he had.

 

 

 

[gin]

.- If you have so much strength left, get your ass to the kitchen.

 

A tch was then heard inside the room. Shura felt embarrassed, he thought that the Yakuza didn't notice him. He'd just again make fool of himself in front of the Yakuza boss. But who cares anyway? He's just someone who knew him only from his name and nothing more than that. They're completely strangers towards each other. His gaze then moved at the legs that were only visible at the place where he was hiding.

 

- Unless you want me to continue from where we stopped last night.

 

If it was a joke, he could easily laugh it off. But whenever that Yakuza tried to talk threats, they're all real. And it was just so lucky of him that the last threat of killing everyone in the phonebook was still put on hold. The blond then rolled over outside the bed. His manhood started going to limp, all naked facing the ceiling, flatly laying down. The male was completely bold showing himself. Shura had the confidence that Kei-dono had seen every dirt in his body so what's there to hide? He's thick-skinned in a different level.

 

"Yeah but I can't still move my legs the thighs hurt like hell." He grunted while the other retired away from the room. He tried to roam his eyes at all the entirety of the room. The smell of Kei-dono wafted inside his nose; no matter how he looked, it's really Kei-dono's room. It was a pretty neat room compared to his. There's really a huge difference between a growing boy's room and an adult ones.

 

Shura just idly lay down since he couldn't move a muscle down to his thigh. He's used to immobility somehow, thanks to chaining him whole day. Hands placed atop him, trying to inspect it, noticing a small pink spot from an IV. Caught in his own world, he then inspected the other arm. It's like watching the wonders of the world, he really was so curious what happened to his body fearing that the ogre boss altered some of his body parts or sold them for good. Luckily, he just got off with some chest pains and headaches due to the fresh blood pumping within his streams.

 

Done after a contented result, Shura saw the fallen garments beside him. Recognizing that it was Kei-dono's pants, he then immediately searched his phone from the other pocket.

 

There's insanely 100 miss calls and counting; from his different gang members. A nerve almost popped from his head as he saw his cellphone's battery almost in a drain. He then tapped the keypads in a fast manner, messaging Natsuki that he's fine.

 

TO : natsuki

SUBJ : fine.

I'm fine. Stop calling, idiot. You better hide yourselves while I'm still gone. I swear , I'm gonna kill the both of you, motherfuckers.

 

 

Oi, settle the thing with my mom.

 

 

Shura.

 

 

He gave another sigh as he closed the lid of the phone and opened it back. He'd forgotten to call his lover, she's probably concerned by now.

 

"Yukie," Only to Yukie, Shura tried to form gentle words. He loved her as much as Yukie do. Even though he's a brute or even all of the normal students in school feared him, only that Yukie, figured out the inner beauty within Shura.

"Shura...are you fine!?" A trace of sniffing noise was heard, she was probably crying the entire day.

"I'm fine, really. I was just messing around somewhere. You don't need to worry"

"If you say so. But please don't do it again."

"Yes, I'll try not to do it. Ei, I'm gonna hang up, the battery's almost dying. "

"Eh!? I want to talk to you more." The female was distraught knowing that she could only talk to her lover for a short period.

"Then let's meet the usual place at 9, bye. Love you. " Even with his lover he still can express small nothings calmly.

"Jya. Love you too. Take care,"

 

Who would imagine Shura having a normal affair!? It did struck a shock to his close friends the moment they'd found out. But later on, they'd accept the fact that the "young monster" of Fujiwara household was capable of loving. Shura flushed a bit as he flip the phone. His hands massaging his left cheek, he wanted to go there asap.

[Saga]

With a slight lift to lips, he finished his coffee. Another tiresome day (night) was coming his way. The Yakuza's leader had an appointment with a man who could pass the term of a true 'foe'. Somehow his headache returned only by the thought of meeting with such a twisted character. Not like he wasn't twisted himself, but who would like to taste from their own medicine? Ryuu rose from his place, glancing over the room.

 

Come to think of it, the boy didn't have clothes. He completely forgot to give him something to wear, but even if he did so - the clothes most probably would be too loosy on him. Well, if the other didn't have the will to get his butt in the kitchen, Hanagawa couldn't do much. Speaking of paradoxical personality, he seemed to have returned to his old self - indifferent and cold.

 

The leader left the apartment quietly, ignoring the mess; he could get someone clean it once the boy left. Yeah, that was right. He thought of letting the other go. Ryuu was too old to act like some teenager or spoiled brat; he could tell apart black from white. It was clear the other was innocent and loyal to top it; all Ryuu did was to torture some clueless punk, rather carefree. If he caused him problems later on, he could always kill him. A click of tongue came, he tied his hair neatly back. On his way out, he spread open a beige to color coat to put on. It looked lovely on his pallor. All dressed up he stepped out, having the bodyguards in line.

- Kei-dono! - everyone bowed.

 

The boss paused and turned to the bodyguard in head,

- If the punk manages to get up, let him go. - an order came clear, so the boss decided to release him.

- Understood! - the bodyguard in head had to pass the boss' message to the servants who'd stay behind to guard the building.

 

The weather was quite cloudy and windy, as if in tune with Ryuu's mood. He reached for the inner pocket of his coat, taking out his phone. The male had to make a few calls and settle the legalization of documents he asked about last week. Probably it seemed cool to be an adult, a successful adult - however, had one known how hard and exhausting it was. The life was never easy, whether you were poor or rich.

 

The rest of the day sank him deeper into his numb to emotions state; he didn't even recall how off guard Shura caught him last night, and it wasn't only once. Seemingly Ryuu was the serious type, who wouldn't be easily caught off guard. In fact, that was a thing many foes would love to be able to do; yet some eighteen-years-old boy found his way with the boss. Not only that, he even tasted from the boss' mercy - yeah, the very same man known as the 'Ruthless Man'.

 

>> TIME CHECK || 01:00 AM

>> WEATHER CHECK || 10 degrees C; Rainy

 

In the very abandoned street, west from a big company known as T.B. co. , quite some black to color and stylish to design cars have been parked. Two fearsome males had to meet; Ryuu Hanagawa, the Yakuza's leader and Zheng Wang, the leader of the Chinese's triad known as 'Luen Group'. A pretty nasty criminal organization, if had to be explained. The Luen Kung Lok, which was a subgroup of Luen, reportedly ran illegal gambling clubs, extortion, protection rackets and other crimes as well as legal entertainment business in Hong Kong. The triad had a strong presence in Toronto and had associates in the U.S.

 

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Ryuu entered the dark, abandoned storage building with his boys walking behind. As usual he led the loyal dogs with pride in these sinful eyes of his. Zheng was already waiting with his own gang inside, lips stretched in a mocking on grin. How he loved to see that emotionless face of Hanagawa.

- And if that isn't my old friend, Kei. - Wang walked forth, eyes observing Ryuu from head to toes. Although the terms between them were good, it was visible that Hanagawa was rather skeptical about Wang.

- Zheng. - he reached hand forth to meet the other man's greeting; they hand-shook as equals. None of them would bow as per tradition. The boss of course had his gloves on, so he had no trouble touching the other. On other hand though, Wang knew about Ryuu's glove-case. The man who never showed his hands to sun. Zheng eyed the gloved hand with a faint squint of eyes.

- I got to know you cornered Makashima Group. Who would think that the fall of Makashima Karou would come, huh?

- As the saying goes, my friend; everything has its own end. - Ryuu rose his cold gaze to glance over the other, it felt as if he spoke about the end of Luen Group. Of course, the other caught up quick.

- Aye, you should be careful, for it's the pure truth. - and it seemed the other promised the very same thing about the Yakuza Group.

- Heh, you haven't changed, Wang. - Ryuu chuckled as retreated his hand passing him by, Hanagawa continued,

- So? What was so important to come all the way to Japan and meet me?

- Straight to the point. You never waste your time. - Wang slid his eyes close, adopting a pretty serious expression. The Luen Group leader turned around to face Ryuu in close as the Japanese male has paused just behind Zheng - staring with empty eyes.

- Kei, I know you for a long time. - he started inching closer to Hanagawa, but the Yakuza's leader didn't back off although he disliked the tone Wang used. It was a rather endearing tone. The Chinese leader continued,

- I know you are single right now. You are at your best age and your best reign of power over the Asian underground industry. So, I'd like you to marry my daughter.

 

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Now that was just the worst thing Ryuu could hear.

 

- I suppose you are wise enough to give it a thought; am I right? - Zheng stared long and pretty demanding.

Hanagawa got himself circled from Wang's bodyguards, while Zheng got circled from Ryuu's bodyguards. Seemed the both groups were powerful and the interest clashes could be sensed. The Yakuza's leader shifted eyes to side, eying one Chinese bodyguard, ready to reach for his gun any moment soon.

- Do I take that as you're threatening me, Zheng? - Ryuu returned his emotionless gaze to Wang.

- Threaten you? Ahahaha, do I have that luxury, Kei?

- At least you know so much. - Hanagawa threw a glance at his own bodyguard in head who was about to take out his gun, to stop him.

- I thought you'd be delighted to get such an offer? You will be able to rule over Hong Kong and U.S. as well. Why you seem so unhappy about it? - Wang was as sharp as Ryuu, not to mention he was way older than the Yakuza's leader.

 

It wasn't because Ryuu disliked Zheng, nor it was because he felt good as a solo-player. But he had his own view about marriage and as the whole 'lover' thing. He didn't believe in love. He saw 'love' as a delusional moment of one's life. Just a momentum where one is, per say, drugged. Hanagawa preferred to be sober, so the thought of getting himself involved in some love affair or marriage could bring him to insane state. No way, no way to get to live with someone; nor to fall for someone. After all, love was what caused his numbness to emotions. That was right; Ryuu loved before, so dearly and so insanely. But that was the dark side of his past; one of the reasons he blamed himself for his brother's death.

 

A frown drew close to his eyebrows, Hanagawa visibly resufed the offer.

- I thought you were a wise man, Kei. - Wang spoke and at same moment Ryuu felt the cold tip of gun pointed at his head's temple. The Yakuza's leader didn't flinch, but his bodyguards drew their own guns, pointing them at Wang.

- Ah, such loyal dogs you've got. - Zheng chuckled as his eyes showered with hatred Ryuu.

- Same back at you. - seemed the Yakuza's boss lacked a sense of humor right now.

- Could it be...that you are in love with someone, Kei?

 

What was he saying!? Ryuu stared ever so empty at the other. No one would imagine Hanagawa in love, nor Hanagawa himself.

- If you are not, then I am sure you will accept my offer.

- Heh... - Ryuu hated to be ordered around; who the other was to talk so boldly and order around!? Ryuu chuckled out a sarcastic sigh of 'heh', to glance over with continuation of his thought,

- Could it be that your daughter lost her precious 'mizuage'*?

* The known geisha's virginity that could be sold or 'snatched away'.

 

Wang glared (probably it was a bull's eyes) at Ryuu who seemed to release his sarcastic side; the Yakuza's leader calmly parted from the gun pointed a him, passing by Zheng with his last words,

- In Japan, everything is for sale... for the right price, at the right time, in the right location. However, - at the moment when their shoulders slightly brushed, Ryuu stared at the other with his most darkest glare,

- I don't buy cheap things.

 

So the Yakuza's leader drew the line; he had no intention to marry. But that gained him officially a very dangerous enemy.

[gin]

Shura's gaze then surveyed at the door after he ended the call. He heard the boss roaming around his unit while he on the other hand was still laying down the cold ground; trying to find the concentration to stand.

The yakuza leader even forgot that Shura was there as he hurriedly left the unit. Though Shura didn't really felt to have special attention for someone who a yakuza boss just recently knew and brought him home; that fact did never cross his mind. The things that happened to him was really a story worth a tale.

 

Banchou slowly stood using his left arm as his support, legs shaking vehemently, he'd amazingly stood straight. Though there might still be slight wobbles, he could walk slowly just by leaning on the things near him. The first thing that came to Shura's mind was definitely clothes. Casually hovering at the closet of the Yakuza, he then opened it slowly. He chose the gray jogging pants over the denims since the wounds are still so painful; Shura also grabbed a red shirt. The blond was not even bothered about the owner of the wardrobe he was fussing, all that mattered to him is to be fully clothed.

 

Roaming then outside the room, he slowly clung wall-to-wall like it was his lifeline. Slanted gaze then spotted a kitchen with a food above the table. Perfect. The yakuza did prepare a bit for him. Shura pulled the nearest chair and helped himself. He didn't grab a chopstick as he hurriedly shove the food inside his mouth. While he's still chewing, he planned to leave the place. It gave him an uncomfortable feeling when he's staying at a place of a stranger--and yeah it's a dangerous yakuza.

 

"..." As he pulled a dirty finger at the guards outside the door. He really wanted to perform such since he hadn't scored to them since he was chained. The blond then hailed a taxi, still barefooted. His lungs exhaled and inhaled deeply, it's been forever since he saw a light, well a part of that just came from his exaggeration. The blond then got a piece of relief inside him as he closed his eyes.

 

"to roppongi hills--" he said in monotone. The blond didn't want to go home since his 'father' would be most likely there. The old man possesses a strong sense of intuition and can definitely smell lies just like Kei-dono. He didn't like his old man prying to his matter so he decided to rest at the condo unit that was owned by his sister. Yuuko Fujiwara was Shura's older sister. Yuuko's a full-fledged lawyer and usually dotes on his younger brother. Well everyone in the household bullied and pampered Shura since he was the youngest and is easily angered. The banchou's subject to all the tease. Shura usually calls his sister when he has a date. Yuuko forced her younger brother to call her whenever he had a date or an important event so she can play doll-up with Shura. To Shura's dismay, he could never go against the will of his (terror) sister.

 

The cab then stopped at a high-rise building while Shura got off the vehicle; walking like an old man. His upper body bent as he touched his painful torso. A barefooted teenager then entered the luxury building.

 

"Shu-tan!! oh you poor tattered one!" As a woman who wore an eyeglasses ushered the male. She's casually propped in a business attire while idly chatting at the girls in the front desk.

 

"Let me go, bitch. I can handle my self." He eyed his sister with annoyance.

 

"AHAHA Bitch? Did you just call me bitch?" she smiled as her grip slowly traveled at the nearest wound she spotted. Shura nearly yelped at the pain.

 

"tch* damn you.." People would start staring at them because of Shura's wounded appearance and his sister's appearance; yes, his sister looked like a celebrity. She got most of her beauty from the mother unlike Shura who got the ever fearsome slanted gaze from their father.

 

"With Yukie again...hey tell me Shura did you have sex?"The gaze at side, herr words laced with a teasing tone.

 

"HAH. I'm really going to kill you!!" He grabbed Yuuko's collar, blushing. The banchou seemed full of his sister's tease.

 

"woah chill--the people are staring." The both of them stared at the people in the narrowed cubicle; all of their faces are tensed. The siblings then calmed down seeing the sorry state of the strangers boarding the elevator.

 

 

After they arrived at Yuuko's unit, his sister then help him chose from the minimal amount of clothes she bought earlier. She took all of his piercings and casually forced Shura not to do spikes on his hair. The male did end up with a black turtle-neck sleeves and a black denim. From the looks of it, he looked very mature, it didn't even look like the usual rowdy Shura.

 

"At least you could face your lover like this--" staring at his brother's reflection.

 

"I'll be going then." How could looking so simple attract the Yukie? The puzzled Shura then left.

 

"Yeah, whatever. Be sure to 'take' her! Go for it cherry-boy!!!" She shouted while waving her hands. Shura, though hardly walking, immediately flew from the scene out of embarrassment.

 

He shouldn't be attending for dates, he needed to rest instead. But he wanted to stop the worry from his lover. Thus a meeting between both parties had been initiated.

 

The both of them decided to meet at Koishikawa Korakuen. The blond kept staring at his phone, any minute by now, he'll see his lover. The male did sat at a bench since his legs did hurt like hell.

 

 

 

[Saga]

Drastic pull made, he loosened his necktie in the car; visibly annoyed. Who would think that Wang had the guts to threaten Ryuu into a marriage. Was that some kind of a joke, one of these fucken messed up jokes? Hanagawa leaned his back against the leather fabric of the car's seat. The silence calmed him down, yet pissed him off.

 

- Mika. - he spoke to his chauffeur.

- Yes, Kei-dono? - the driver glanced up at the mirror for the backseats.

- I don't feel like making the deal with the Fukouka's Manou Ltd.

- I understand, sir. Do I drive to your place now?

 

The boss averted chin to side, watching the night lights, the streets ever so bright and yet lonely. It was such a paradox, to have crowd of people and ray of street lights, but to feel so lonely in the dark.

- Take me to Yukimura's bar.

- Got it, boss. - the driver took the route to a bar, which wasn't so famous. One of Ryuu's loyal followers managed it, Yukimura Chevalier.

 

Chevalier was half Japanese and half French. He and Ryuu had met long time ago, during Hanagawa's visit in France. Unlike many other followers of Ryuu, Yukimura actually followed him on his own accord; meaning, he didn't owe anything to the Yakuza's boss, nor he knew he was actually Yakuza's leader. He just wanted to be by Hanagawa's side. Some believed that Yukimura was actually gay, but never they dared to mention it before Ryuu. After all, Ryuu could relax around Chevalier the same way but yet just second to Kazuma. If Kazuma was a childhood friend, then Yukimura was just a foolish man who wanted to be by Ryuu's side, for he saw the despair in that man's eyes. Probably, the only left loyal person, he was. And somehow, Ryuu enjoyed that Yukimura didn't care what Hanagawa worked; nor he was curious to find out. He just listened to the boss' with hours, while drinking high quality, red wine with him. Yukimura Chevalier, the one who knew Ryuu's story.

 

 

:: DING ::

 

The small bell on top of the entrance signed up the visit of a guest. Yukimura was ever so busy in the storage room, cursing around. The place was pretty deserted; that bar was visited only by a few people. And if had to be said better, only by people who wanted the comfort of silence, which actually gave the birth of the bar's name - "Shizuka (na)" *

* Quiet(ly)

 

- Damn it! All these fucken glasses dared to fall on me! - Yukimura cursed in French, trying to pull some box off the shelf top. The male wasn't tall, rather the cute and lil' type...,until you got to hear his foul mouth. A sudden reach, Ryuu was standing behind Yukimura, he had no problem with the pull of the box. Chevalier turned around startled.

- Kei! I shall be damned, man! You haven't stopped by for months! - Yukimura laughed brightly, patting Ryuu's arm when the boss finally got the box in arms.

- Where do you want that box? - Hanagawa skipped straight to the point, like always.

- Oh! Sorry! - Chevalier took the box in his own arms and laughed in a silly manner, - Came to have a drink?

- Ah, it's been a while since I had from your Chateau Fongaban.

- Oooooh~, you want to skip straight to the goods, eh? - Yukimura teased all openly as walked out the storage room, fighting the weight of the box with frown on face.

 

Once he flopped the box on the bar's counter he rolled sleeves up to wash hands with back turned at Ryuu, who actually was taking his usual spot on a high chair by the bar.

- Ah, you seem in a bad mood, Kei. I don't like that silence of yours. - Yukimura glanced over shoulder with his serious gaze. A reason he could manage very well such an odd bar was because that male could read one's silence. And Ryuu's silence was one of the most mysterious he's bumped into.

- Glad you don't need verbal speech, Yuki. - Hanagawa shifted a bit, to take off his coat. Completely relaxed and so informal with the other.

- So? What is the tale you want to tell me today? - Chevalier loved to listen to Ryuu. He was an excellent listener and among of all stories he heard in that bar, Hanagawa's ones were his favorite. Although he never knew what Ryuu worked, he only knew what he was allowed to know. Never he went over the line with questions disturbing Hanagawa.

- Heh, a tale, huh? - Ryuu glanced over the other with his eyes fully unguarded, - Is that how you call my life stories? - Ryuu joked.

- Aye! What's that now! - Yukimura pouted, setting arms on waist, - You know I like when you tell me about your days! They are so fun, intense and dramatic!! - the bar's owner seemed to go in a pretty much another world; his own childish world, as if some kid enjoyed the TV shows broadcasted each day.

 

Hanagawa blank stared him with dumb look; the guy really seemed to live in his own world,huh.

- Right.

- Oh, the wine! - with spin on heels, he grabbed two glasses and placed them gently down on the bar. The red liquid spilled between the glossy walls, his grace was fully laid in his bartender qualities. Ryuu took out his cigarette pack and ignited one cancer stick. The boss' expression adopted a very painful form, he seemed to let go of the despair kept within. Yukimura glanced over, but he pretended he never saw that perfect shape of lips take a teeth grit of inner pain. He had to keep silent. After all, that was all about the odd bar; the silence...

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- .. Annoying.. - Ryuu finally hissed out his thoughts, while Yukimura leaned his hip on the bar, staring forth in silence. The Yakuza's boss slid his eyes close and leaned head on his hand which was guided up against the bar by his elbow. The troubled male continued his thoughts,

- So sick of this life. I have everything, but why it feels like I have nothing? - one would be surprised to see the boss so open, but not Yukimura. That male sipped calmly from his wine glass and settled it down to comment, and he rarely commented.

- Because you forgot how to love, Kei. A human being can't live without warmth, we die if it's too cold.

- My kind of love kills, Yuki. - after his brother and Kazuma loss, Ryuu really convinced himself for it was truth, - Whenever I get attached to someone, it ends up badly for them.

- ... - Yukimura stared long at the male with his serious eyes, for a sudden switch; he sank again in his dramatic world, - AWWWWWW!! KEEI~, this is like some romantic and dark plotted drama~ - Chevalier really enjoyed himself, it seemed.

- You are really lame.. - the boss stared blankly at the other to reach for his wine glass.

- Say, Kei.. - the half French male leaned forth, staring straight into Ryuu's eyes - ..isn't it time for you to move on?

 

The question came out so blunt. Yukimura knew about the death of Ryuu's brother. And the reason why Hanagawa blamed himself. Actually, Hanagawa was the born kid from a mistress that was mercilessly killed, for she refused to give up on the thought of abort. On its hand, the one who saved Hanagawa Ryuu from death was his second mother, Hanagawa Michiko. The mother of Hanagawa Miyousuke, the legal heir of Yakuza who died.

 

- Seriously. You amaze me. - the bar's owner rocked off backwards and took his wine glass again, looking aside,

- All you did was to love, Kei. Why do you punish yourself so hard?

- Heh... - a sarcastic chuckle escaped him in a mute manner, - Love? Who would accept the love between siblings?

- Well, you weren't blood-related anyway. Besides, isn't she the one who led you wrongly?

- Nah.. Michiko just acted like natural. She had a strong gaze, strong sense of justice. So unsuited to be in the Yakuza's family, but yet so damn fitting.

- So you were attracted by her strong will and personality?

- You can put this way. - the boss leaned soft lips against the glass' brim, suddenly a thought struck him after he heard Yukimura's comment,

- Eeeeeh, so Kei likes tough characters?

 

What was that feeling now. He recalled about Shura out of nowhere. A sudden grin got turned into a laughter. Hanagawa truly laughed.

- Ah, damn me. Indeed, I love tough characters. Especially stubborn ones.

- Aye! I feel like you've met someone. Never saw you laugh so brightly. Share,share! - Yukimura got curious.

- Just a stray kitten.

- ... Stray kitten? Oh,god! Kei, don't tell me you...into zoophilia!?

- ..You're seriously lame. - Ryuu came off too blunt.

- Come on! Tell me! Is she beautiful? - Yukimura got close again, teasing the boss.

Ryuu drank a mouthful one, tasting the bitterness of the alcohol,

- Yeah, very beautiful.

- Hooooooh~! Say, did you do her? - Chevalier was hungry for details.

- Nah.. - the boss settled down his glass of wine as a sign of 'no'.

- WHAT?! She actually could refuse you? Or you got too shy? Ahahahahaha!

- Shut up, lame-head. I can't handle virgins to begin with.

- ........................ - Yukimura got utterly quiet, - ...A virgin? You went after a virgin!? God, is the end of the world coming? I thought you liked skilled chicks?

- So did I.

- Why not bring her here, eh?

- You must be kidding me?

- Eh!? Could it be you are scared I will snatch her away~? No need to worry~ You know I am into guys! - Yukimura tried to assure the boss, but it had the opposite effect. Hanagawa stared long at the other, silent all over heels.

- ............. EH!? IT'S A MALE!? - Yukimura jumped backwards, in utter shock.

- Well.. - Hanagawa spoke nothing else.

- You must be kidding me! Such a fine man like you finally joined us!? Damn! - Yukimura laughed hard, truly curious what kind of a boy was the one who 'tempted' the boss on the homo side.

 

The night passed so quickly. Hanagawa fully relaxed at that bar. He felt like about to lose himself in madness, but gladly Yukimura and his fine wine could always calm the boss. But still, it felt empty and lonely. What was the boss missing?

 

 

 

 

[gin]

Shura didn't wait for long as his beloved lover appeared as it rushed to his embrace behind the bench, surprising the banchou. He grew flustered as he was surprised; when Yukie tends to be involved he ended up becoming mushy.

 

"Shuu" As the girl in a short brown hair hugged him from behind. The moment lasted without both of them speaking. The thing that his older sister forced him to wear was most probably for his sake. It's for not letting Yukie know those bandages wrapped around his arms and neck like he was kind of a mummy; gladly, it did help.

 

Internal call for yelp made Shura flinch as Yukie squished him tightly. Wounds started to shoot pain but he tried to endure with a poker face.

 

"mmhp" As Yukie then grabbed Shura's chin and initiated a kiss. Normally, it was Shura who starts one but because of her extreme longing for the other, she performed quite aggressively. Tongue's entwined, they didn't cared if there were people watching. Shura's orbs passionately gazes Yukie's while she responded too.

 

Not until Shura saw the vision of the Yakuza boss overlapped inside his mind; kissing him torridly. He then slightly pushed Yukie as he tried to search for oxygen. The long kiss was over but despite that how come he's remembering some stranger even though his lover was there? Preposterous~!!

 

"Have you eaten Yukie?" He then grabbed the girl and let him sit beside him.

"Yeah, I'm still full. Awww Shuuu you look so handsome today, where's the usual spike?" Yukie teased as she inspected Shura's attire. He really looked so docile, in many ways.

"Hey, what's this band-aid at your chin!? Got a fight again!?" She worriedly yanked the other's chin.

"I just fell on the stairs, is all---" He then remembered how those teeth landed at his chin savagely.

 

The blond then ruffled his hair aggressively, he wasn't supposed to remember those bad memories. Yet all that kept appearing was that ugly of a mug. Bare hands landed atop the head, massaging it; indeed it was stress.

 

"You better not be lying Shuu, I don't want you to be in danger."

"Yukie, there will be none. You probably forget that your boyfriend's though!!" He then posed in front of the girl, as she giggled in reply.

"Here it's yours,"he handed a box of cake and a huge box wrapped like a gift.

"Ei, what's this?" The girl inspected casually, surprised.

"Remember last month? I forgot our 2nd anniversary, you even sulked so yeah--belated gifts..."

"You didn't have to buy. You're wasting your parent's money..." as she found a branded bag inside the huge box.

"But I wanted you to be happ---"

"Shuu, as long as you're safe, I'll be happy---" she sounded sincere.

 

The both of them pushed and pulled the bag; Shura wanted his lover to take it but Yukie wanted to return it. In the end, Shura won the agreement as he pulled the whimper act towards Yukie. The both of them spend quite some time casually talking and laughing. Somehow, it did lighten Shura's mood a bit.

 

But how come, with the company of his lover in front of him; he felt something was lacking.

 

 

 

[Saga]

Slow steps, rather tired. His gloved hand came forth, then to side to feel the coldness of the genkan entrance's wall. Ryuu finally got back, but the exhaustion and the stress spoke their word - he was visibly half-drunk. Well, he could see what was front and probably speak without stuttering; just his head was a bit dizzy. His other hand reached for behind own neck, massaging lightly at a spot. His eyes slid open slowly, he eyed the dried bloody traces on the floor. Ah, he forgot to call someone to clean. But somehow.., that mess didn't annoy him. Was it because he could ''feel'' this way as if the boy was still here? That was some fucked up way of thinking, he thought with a slight chuckle. What was gotten into him recently?

 

The hand on his nape traveled up to pull at the elastic cord, letting his silky hair free. The boss had his eyes relax once again with a vivid image of past reaching for his mind.

 

// - Ryuu! Why aren't you eating!? You will get sick! Come on, open the door! //

The voice of Michiko echoed inside his head; Hanagawa frowned as the hand against the wall pushed him away, to walk into the living room. Such voice existed only in his memory. A gaze that knew the taste of bitterness glanced over the sofa before him, another dose of Michiko hit him,

 

// - Please, don't trouble me anymore. You might be the oyabun* now, but I am still your mother. Even so, I shouldn't have let Miyousuke second to my love. Learn to understand when you are pitied, Hanagawa Ryuu. My love was out of sympathy, I never loved you as a man. //

 

*Head of a Yakuza family.

 

- Pity, huh... - he flopped onto the sofa, fully unguarded with his forearm hovering over his face. Somehow he wished some of these assassins that tried many times to kill him to be around; for once may them do the job properly not half-assed. Yeah, he felt like giving up on everything. But then, if he was to do so another mafia would come to reign over Japan. And god knew only what would happen to the country. Even if Hanagawa was Yakuza, he always was proud of being Japanese and wouldn't let his country suffer the greed of some foreign mafia. So he had no choice but to stick to his current position as the head of Yakuza.

 

// - You're wrong , Sir. Friends shouldn't be treated servants they're treated to be equals. //

 

His lips parted, another memory hit him. But somehow that one hurt more than the pitiful memories of Michiko. Ryuu stretched his lips in a squeezing-the-jawline gesture. The old Ryuu would totally agree with Shura, for sure. He also thought people dear to your heart had to be equal, no matter what. No matter your position in life, be it rich or poor. You had to protect them, rely on them and even love them. However, the Ryuu now was the complete paradox of his past. Somehow he felt that power and money could bring anything but 'friends' and 'love'. Shura had it easy, it seemed.

 

And so his breathing calmed down, his conscious drifting away. Ryuu somehow regretted to let go of Michiko back then; but even more he regretted to let go of Shura. For a second time he had to tame the wrecking you inside feeling. The people he would take interest in, they all ran away from him. So, what was the use of money and power when you felt so damn miserable?

 

[gin]

One deep long kiss was then initiated by Shura before they part ways. Hands grasping slightly Yukie's soft cheeks, tongue slowly probing inside the other's mouth. The reckless youth they were, not minding where they are as of the moment. Even their public display of affection wouldn't put to an ease. Quenching each other's longing by a deep kiss. But no matter how many times Shura claimed Yukie's lips; the girl just wouldn't allow him to make love with her. The blond's hands slowly traveled forward, crawling at the girl's chest, cupping the huge boobs; he fondled it highly.

 

"Shuu-- ngh stop--" Obsidian orbs stared at him, pushing Shura with her fragile arms.

 

--.... As if he established another world, he didn't dared to stop. Enduring his lust for his beloved was somewhat a punishment he couldn't take. He needed to feel her at least, just her; everything of her.

 

"I TOLD YOU TO STOP!! Shura! Why can't you listen to me!? I told you don't do things like th---" Yukie pushed Shura as the male ended falling towards the ground with his butt first. People started gathering, trying to pry with the matters that started to heat-up in front of them. The seemingly sweet couple earlier turned out to be completely in a war zone.

 

"I can't wait for that fuckin' marriage, Yukie. We're not in the old times! For fuck's sake! Don't start giving me that demure shit yo---" He didn't continued his phrase as a heavy slap was directed at him. Ears ringing, slanted eyes open-wide, Shura just got slapped by Yukie. Reality had hit him as soon as he saw Yukie marching away from him. Damn. Another fight.

 

"Cool yourself, lusty dog." She murmured behind her breath as she marched away from the scene.

 

"Yukie, why can't you understand---" Love isn't just only the important thing; is most likely what he wanted to continue but kept it inside his head.

 

For a person like Shura, mere love nothings isn't sufficient. He wanted the other's warmth and connection with the latter to affirm that she's there, belonging to him. The thought that Yukie could be taken by another man before him made his ire rose. He didn't want that! then he remembered Yukie's male classmates swarming at her like crazy. Shura had to admit that he got a hot chick with him but that's just completely bad for his heart. He's been ages protecting Yukie from the rest. Secretly threatening some prospective suitors and whatnot behind the shadows. It's completely driving him insane! Plus the fact that the girl he cherishes the most was so thick headed about the sex thing and completely clueless regarding his dilemmas. He craved for her as much as he craved for her love!

 

--It's not that I couldn't trust you---I just--SHIT. He glared at the people and left the park. It's by far the shittiest day next to the one he experienced yesterday. The plan on initiating sex with Yukie turned out to be a disaster.

 

 

To : Sis

Subj : ...

 

Let me stay at your place. I don't want to go back to the main house.

 

As soon as he flipped his cellphone, Shura left the scene. His lips holding an unlit cigarette, he then hailed a cab back to the unit. It was a bad day indeed.

[Saga]

>> TIME SKIP: 96 HOURS .. 4 DAYS ..

>> TIME CHECK: 05:00 PM

 

-..ir..? Sir? - Maria leaned forth, waving hand before Ryuu's eyes; the male seemed so out of it. The whole week seemed to escape him in a daze. It would happen rarely to have his guard down, gladly it was just Maria.

- Ah, sorry. You can continue. - the boss had to hear out the changes in a few contracts he left for Maria to handle.

- So I was saying that Roshtok Ltd. had to... - and then again he lost track of her words; the male just wanted to sink in his subconscious and shut all the noise out.

- .. Sir! - Maria slammed her small and delicate hands onto the desk, frowning up at the boss - Why not take a rest for today? I will take care of the things and handle the today's appointments.

 

The suggestion seemed so tempting to Hanagawa, his eyes eased a bit with a small chuckle he rose from the seat,

- Very well, then. Call me if something comes up.

- Ah, sir.. What about the Luen Group? I kept them on hold for two days already..

Ryuu turned around, facing the huge window in his office, the view was amazing - the last floor granted him 'Tokyo' in a frame, just like a taken digital picture, his hands calmly started buttoning his top coat from downwards.

- What an annoying man. Even though I clearly rejected the offer.. - he sounded rather dejected and there the last button was flipped chained to the coat fabric.

- You will meet him today or I should delay the appointment?

- I'll handle it. He seemingly doesn't understand the meaning of 'rejected'. - he span on his heels and reached for his cell phone which was angled perfectly near his books on the desk.

- I understand, sir. Then, I will take care of the rest. - Maria bowed respectfully and left the room.

 

With all being settled, Ryuu headed out his office for the meeting with Zheng. It was actually a place the old man always would pick whenever Hanagawa was doubtful over some suggestion; the place where they first met, like enemies. It was so long ago, in fact, Zheng had a scar from that time. The gunshot war that took place over there proved to Luen Group that Yakuza was no joke. And it was exactly Ryuu who left that scar; perfect aim, eh.

 

Today the boss felt like walking, somehow the thought of being in the car felt like being in a cage. So fresh air and a bit of noise was kinda welcomed, for distraction. Hanagawa sneaked his gloved hands in his long coat pockets and walked into the crowd of people. Of course, his bodyguards weren't with him, he kinda wanted to be alone. Without noticing it, many people actually stole a glance or two, even turned around to stare at this firm and handsome figure that walked aimlessly around.

 

He had around fifteen minutes to walk on foot to reach the place, but how he disliked the idea to meet that man; so Hanagawa took on the longer route. Even if it meant to walk on and pass by quiet streets, so it be. Not like something big would happen around the late afternoon, right?

 

[gin]

"tsk---annoying--" He sighed desperately as he stood and left the room. Another day and it will be the usual cultural festival. There's nothing left for Shura to do. His classmates feared him as much as they feared Satan. He waited for them to order him around or ask for his help but who was he kidding; none of his classmates dared to approach him.

 

Two days ago he'd already taught his two idiotic friends their lessons; instilling an injury at them severely. But it didn't really helped Shura's mood to brighten a bit. And to worsen it all, the two seemed to be flirting at the school girls instead of repenting at their wrongdoings. --They never change, he so thought. His wounds did heal a bit but it wasn't really that passable moving much with such wounds. To top it off, even his girlfriend had stopped communications with him. It wasn't the first time that they'd fight severely but it's the first time Yukie slap him casually. In all reality, his mood is worse, definitely worse.

 

Dark aura shrouding behind him as he slowly walked at the corridor. Students immediately recognized the demon king in a form of Shura Fujiwara and cleared the path immediately. Lips with a stuck cigarette, his droopy eyes stared emptily ahead. Though smoking inside the school was completely prohibited, none of it mattered to him.

 

The male then spotted his usual escape route and flee from the boring institution. Leaping through the tall tree as he landed coolly at the warm ground. Shura then took a shortcut to Akihabara. In search for some new games, he'd hope his mood will lighten a bit.

 

"Shura Fujiwara!!!" A man shouted his name as he was walking at the nearby park in the outskirts of the town.

"You son of a! We're not done with you!!!" They were men he didn't recognize but he was sure that they wanted to beat the daylights out of him. Wearing navy blue gakuran's, they were students of the all boys school from the neighboring town which he by any chance had beaten their banchou months ago.

 

"Perfect timing--" His eyes then glowered as he spit the cigarette butt away from his lips. Flexing his muscles as he glared at the delinquents right in front of him. It was a perfect time for his usual exercise. In a matter of time, they'll become his personalize punching bags.

 

Let the fight begin. The young banchou then dashed towards his enemies, advancing without fear.

[Saga]

The rustle of his coat couldn't be noticed enough due to the slightly windy weather. The male reached for his pocket, fingers pulled the black pattern of cigarette box. His thumb gently patted the bottom, forcing a stick out half way but then he paused his step. Was it his imagination? His pupils averted to side, catching the scenery played in the depth of an abandoned place. That blond hair could be noticed even from kilometers.

 

A flick of brow, again that frozen heart beat with excitement. The Yakuza's boss stretched the silky curves of his lips in a smirk; how beautiful the punk fought. A caress of shoulder made against the dirty wall, he leaned on the edge of the building.

 

Although Shura wasn't in his perfect shape, probably due to the wounds that still had to heal, he really was what Hanagawa imagined him like.

- Heh... So he is the banchou. - he chuckled as his eyes adopted an excited glitter when the boy punched one of the other punks with force sending the other down in the dirt. More or less, he actually enjoyed the expression of Shura - he seem so free, bathing in his own world even if it was the life of a foolish punk.

 

Suddenly Ryuu lowered his gaze,

//"The life of a foolish punk, huh... Ain't it that some irony."//

 

It was actually pretty close to Hanagawa's foolish life. It was bloody, well his was more bloody than the current fight but even so it was foolish. One thing lacked in his life though, the freedom he saw in Shura's eyes. Now, that kind of ticked him off. He thought of the most selfish thing; how damned he wanted to cage that boy. All for himself.., that freedom in his eyes - he wanted to crash it.

 

Another throw of glance, he jabbed the cigarette pack in his pocket. The things over there seemed to escalate. Some more people joined, seemed they really 'owed' Shura. As Ryuu rocked his shoulder off the wall, to make a step forth his phone rang. The male took it out, eying with a frown the name - it was Zheng. A time for a choice, it was. The Yakuza's leader slender fingers squeezed the phone, wondering if to head for his meeting or to help that punk (who was actually having it a bit hard due to the wounds which the Yakuza left all over his body). An avert to side, he muted the ringing and slid the phone back in his coat; his body language spoke for such a denial. It wasn't because he wanted his grip around the boy; it was just...for fun.

 

Slow paced, calm as ever. His inferior aura oozing, it was the right attitude of the oyabun. Composure was part of having power over the situation, but the lack of insight could bring you down - however, Ryuu never missed even the slightest detail. In fact, the reason why the Yakuza's boss was so respected although young was just because Ryuu had all required. Mind, quickness, the ability to distinguish guts and bravery from the right thing to do as for the moment. As Shura was so into the fight and trying to dodge whatever hit came his way (it was really unfair such a big gang against one single punk), some sneaky brat tried to get him from behind. The punch darted for Fujiwara's spine to break him mercilessly was caught by the pitch black gloved hand.

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Silence. It was like everything froze. The grip tightened, which actually made that 'squeeze' sound due to the friction between the gloved hand and the wrist.

- Oi,geezer! Whad'ya want!? Let go! - The captured youngster had really bad manners; it was a 'no-no', especially when Ryuu was serious.

 

The punk rose his leg, trying to get Hanagawa from the side, straight into the ribs. It was a pretty stupid decision to do so; the Yakuza's boss shifted his free hand to block the kick, but that wasn't where things ended. He slid smoothly the forearm to twist the wrist and capture the ankle. He had the other completely 'CAUGHT'. With ease and the Aikido's grace, Hanagawa lifted the body a bit up to slam it into the ground. And once one could steal a glance from the male's expression - it was static. Not even a frown. The terrible chill that could get you was because this is how Yakuza dealt. No words, just actions. Promises in that dark world were something delusional. Words were precious, especially if the oyabun spoke them. Mostly seen were his actions, for he stood above all.

- ..I suggest you to get lost before I lose my patience. - ever so calmly and in a way distant, his voice shook the atmosphere with inferiority. However, his sharp eyes glanced over Shura; no way to let the boy escape him right now. Now, when his heart was racing despite the static face. He was really excited, in whatever way one could get it.

 

[gin]

Annoying punks. He swore they have to be undead or something close to zombies. No matter how Shura thrash them and kicked them to the wall, they continued to attack him again. He knew his quench for fights was insatiable, but that's it, he's wounded and he had no plans of continuing it further with them not going down. Or was his kicks slow? and weak? His eyes show a flash of fury. The word 'weak' was inappropriate and isn't to be taken lightly of; he didn't like it---he hated it.

 

"Fuck off--" As his right hand gripped tightly to the punk's hair and smacked his cranium to the thick wall. The poor body slid unconsciously. If he had this kind of strength to maintain, he could immediately wipe them out easily. Since he didn't like dodging his opponents, Shura wanted them fractured immediately. But he had no choice, he wanted to survive the horde of punks without hurting himself again. Orbs slightly focusing, he was totally on guard, his hand then smashed the brat who was wearing a cap that luckily collided the other. Bead-like sweats slowly poured down his chin as he was still on defense position. No matter how unfair the fight look like to other people, he needed them down; it was his wishful pride that didn't adhere to asking support.

 

His attacks was then halted as a guy sneakily grabbed his back, holding him down. It was a given, his senses had decreased drastically. He tried to kick them but they were holding him down like some kind of a vine. In a split of second, he then saw someone trying to hit him but it didn't faze Shura. The male knew it was coming, and he'll be damned since he knew it'll definitely hurt.

 

 

 

As if all world turned into slow-motion as he saw a male stopped the punk's blow easily. He didn't calculated a help for his gang but the guy definitely standing in front of him was definitely Hanagawa, the sadistic Yakuza. Shura's countenance showed no signs of surprise. A little part of his thoughts knew that someone should appear and stop the disarray members just like the game he played earlier--a backup he daresay. Yet he didn't like the thought that it has to be 'that' Yakuza.

 

Still on a hold, he saw Kei-dono fighting them effortlessly. As expected to him, he's of a different level and was such a force to be reckoned with. He even looked like a villain that was playing at his opponents flimsy life; well he is in fact. Shura observed, his emerald orbs were fused with excitement, envy and awe. Awe!? The Yakuza did really know what he was doing.

 

- ..I suggest you to get lost before I lose my patience.

 

Serves you right bastards. He mused to himself as all of them scurried away like a poor animal. Shura immediately froze at the glint of Kei-dono's eyes but successfully covered his emotions well.

 

"Sankyuu ---er" He said rudely as he tap all the dirt from his clothes .

 

"Ah, Kei-dono, right?" As he finally gotten hold of the name from his short-term memory. Luckily he'd remembered it as he tried to evade eye-contact at all cost.

 

The banchou did had a fearful apprehension that if he doesn't leave ASAP, he'll suffer something dark---again. Or worse, never leave the man's clasp again.

[Saga]

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The sharpness of his squeezed from the adrenaline pupils followed the rough pats made against the boy's clothes. Seemingly both of them weren't in quite the mood, but not it mattered much to Ryuu. If he always heeded the mood of people, he wouldn't be suited for his current position, the Oyabun ^{(as already said)}. From experience the Yakuza's leader knew they had to get away from that street, it wasn't wise to stay long at place where such fights could occur. The older male captured Shura's tensed from punching arm and dragged him along. And since it was getting pretty close to evening, nothing could be done about the meeting he had to go to. Right now he wasn't up to chit-chat with the boy for a reason.

 

Without any certain destination set in mind the tall figure of Hanagawa just made his way forth, through the crowd and his grip not letting go for even a second.

 

Irritation.

Suffocation.

Cursed, damned beating.

Composure convoluted.

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He felt so annoyed that the boy threw his reasons on the street when he had all one would wish for. Family, friends, love, home to return to, and money also weren't a main domestic problem in his life. Probably the other wouldn't even know what it meant to lose any of these, but how about if one lost all of them and the bitter coldness of money as companion during nights was the only thing you had? Ryuu felt the urge to either stuff some sense into the boy or ravish all within this body - even if he had to destroy what Shura had and what he was. The sadistic side of him was hard to be tickled, but once it hit the core - it was hard for Hanagawa to calm down. And all because he saw the boy half-assing the life..., that Ryuu really wished to have even if for one day - just for one single day.

 

Not up to make scene on streets, Ryuu caught the sight of a cheap love hotel in the district they were currently at. With a step forth he entered the place, making sure the boy would follow even if he had to use force. And a reason to be not worried how others would see them was, after all, in such places everyone knew Kei. Be it night clubs, red district, expensive or cheap love hotels - it was like being in his comfortable zone. The male entered the place, having the administration nod respectfully heads.

- Kei-dono, it's pleasure to have you as our guest.

- Get me the usual floor freed.

- Understood.

 

In fact, the situation seemed really confusing. Why he had a certain floor he could reserve any time he wished to? The place was deserted anyway, so one to wonder was it a place where he pleased pro's or tortured foes?

 

He was completely ignoring Shura so far; even when tick-tacking on the reserved floor, the silence never left his lips. However, he felt something rally disturbing within - was it envy...or was it lust? Either way, he felt something sinful taking place, but that wouldn't be his first sinful thought or action nor the last. So much he knew.

[gin]

As Shura turned his body away from the fearsome Yakuza boss, Kei-dono, he was then left with an intrigued action. The boy was usually lag, it took him quite a minute to realize that the boss was dragging him forcibly. In that matter, he tried to flail but then he was grossed out by the action.

 

He really did look like a child compared to the man walking in front of him. Now that he had a closer look in the city's brightness, Kei-dono was really something. The banchou hated to admit that the Yakuza would look good on a ramp of models or even a one-page spread of an entrepreneur magazine. He looks insanely decent to be called a Yakuza.

 

Snapped back to reality, Shura glanced at the people who stared at the both of them; exchanging them with glares. He did try his very best not to look like a brat who wanted to make some scene with an older male. His pride wouldn't allow him to do so, to be exact. The male shockingly followed the boss' lead.

 

But it did took a different turn when they turned to a street where Shura could immediately recognize. Instant flush slowly welcomed his cheeks as he took the scene of a love hotel rushing inside his head. Jinx or whatever, Kei-dono leaded him to a certain establishment that he'd last enter together with a man.

 

"放せ!*" He chanted rudely as he tried to tug his arm away. Forget the pride, the love hotel was definitely bad for his heart. The yakuza boss should stop the joke now! Shura didn't like the way the situation has been leading him. It really was a wrong idea to accompany Kei just for a bit.

 

"What the actual fuck are you doing!!!" He started to rant even when they enter the elevator. The people should at least stop them or call the police! The situation was definitely kidnapping! But who was Shura kidding anyways? All of the people that he had glanced upon entering the familiar street showed fear or animosity towards Kei.

 

Goddammit!! He wanted to kick Kei-dono but was immediately halted by the other's smooth movements. Even his punk martial arts did no good when it comes to the Yakuza boss. Great! Shura sarcastically thought.

 

Kei didn't gave him the opportunity to escape as his grip remained tight and deadly. The blond could feel his arms slowly turning white from the lack of blood, it also did felt itchy as of the moment.

 

Caught a glance of the Yakuza's orbs, Shura immediately shuddered. The fact that he saw a certain light from the boss' eyes made him flinch in disgust--it was an unknown emotion shrouded with lust!?

 

"Oi... cut it out." His tone was extremely deadly as he tried to step back, away from Kei.

 

The facts the were immediately straightened inside his head.

1. Him kissing the boss before was completely an act caused by drugs.

2. This is creepy.

3. Kei's definitely on drugs.

 

Shura could swear he wanted to beat the hell out of Kei.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

*hanase - let me go!

[Saga]

^{Song Used for Muse Set ||}

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Great. The boy seemed to catch on fast, in fact, too fast. Ryuu averted eyes to side when Shura snapped. The other raised voice, obviously the fear crawling up his spine, for a shout. Aside the rudeness and the harsh tugs in desperate tries to get away from Hanagawa's tight grip, Shura's embarrassment was drawn over his cheeks. In other occasion Ryuu would probably tease him in a very soothing manner, as if flirting with a woman. But the other was not a woman.

 

"Oi... cut it out."

 

Arrogance knew no border in that boy. And Ryuu really hated to deal with arrogant people; not he couldn't manage it, just he saw it like a waste of time. The older man paused his steps and turned to Fujiwara. A step and half, he got closer to the boy that knew nothing besides walking backwards. In a wait for Shura to hit the wall behind, Ryuu shifted body to out-stretch his arm and slammed it right next to the boy's head. Playing the gentleman right now was out of question. After all, the other was a man as well..technically.

 

- You've got the guts and I give you that... - Hanagawa closed in, his bitter of cigarette's breath caressing the lips of the other,

-　然し、自身に満ちてはいけない、ガキ。*

^{*Shikashi, jishin ni michite wa ikenai, gaki.}

^{* However, don't get too full of yourself, brat.}

 

The boss' gaze froze any emotion one could reflect through words, in fact, all that could be sensed was a carnivore danger. Ryuu slid his hand, tangling fingers into Shura's hair for a rough and sharp tug. The forced tilt of head exposed Fujiwara's throat fully to Hanagawa.

 

So the other didn't like the idea of being in a room. It was alright, so Ryuu thought. If he didn't want to get in the room by himself when Hanagawa was kind enough, so it be. The boss leaned forth, resting the side of his face next to Fujiwara's cheek. The lingering odor of expensive perfume brand could be felt from Ryuu's skin and clothes, but what the boss could feel from the boy was the odor of blood. And it was way too early for that brat to stink and soak in blood. A frown came on Hanagawa's face as lips moved to speak into Shura's ear.

 

- If you want to throw your life so desperately on streets where I rule, be my guest. But don't you dare talk to me as if I am one of your dumb followers. Now, do me a favor and walk into the room like a grown-up man and don't whine like some woman.

 

It sounded just like a final warning.

[gin]

Shit, That was weird. Shura heard the latter's words laced with threats as they were centimeters apart. Being confused was utterly an understatement, he was totally lost; lost in the sea of his thoughts. He could even hear his chest reverberating from his low chuckles. If this was a game, Shura would knew who was the prey. That is so unlikely to be him but given the situation, he was slowly becoming one. He didn't like that, he hated that. Being a certain someone who's completely at a mercy with a certain bi-polar Yakuza was tad awful.

 

The male slowly slid himself away from Kei, withdrawing his body from the latter. Shura willingly entered the huge room in where a huge king size bed was displayed neatly. It had a dark interior and dim lights, a decent looking room far from its scrawny appearance outside. And add the fact that it's a love hotel room, strange. VIP treatments huh. As he traced his fingers at the huge bad, idly walking to the opposite side from Kei.

 

As if he had a choice. The man was definitely standing at the doorway, Shura did wait for his cue to escape whilst not showing his intentions. There's no way in hell, he'll do some sex-craze stuffs with the Yakuza boss, again.

 

"This is crazy---" he sighed as he eased the creases in-between his brows while leaning at the wall casually. Two men could definitely make a strange combination inside a love hotel.

 

"So what now, Kei-dono?" he didn't know if giving a 'dono' at the end would cover his rudeness but that didn't matter anymore. It was unfair for him, his friends seek for his help but he himself couldn't seek one from the rest. The perks of a strong person, definitely it is. The male tugged his hands calmly at his pockets, tapping the butterfly knife that was placed inside it.

 

Get a grip, Fujiwara Shura! he sighed as he intensely gaze at the Yakuza boss.

[Saga]

How sweet. The boy finally submitted,to some degree. At least he didn't act foolishly and in some aspects like a spoiled brat. Kei chilled out and slammed the door behind them. He wondered how the brat before his eyes managed to fight so well even after what Yakuza did to him.

 

With his eyes eased at Shura, details were his specialty. If the other thought that tricks or anything would work against that man, he was terribly mistaken - Ryuu wasn't the oyabun from just yesterday. He's been in many schemes, traps and what not. So a young boy could only dream on tricking him.

 

A dry and cold order-like word came out from these velvet lips,

- Undress.

[gin]

"Fine, Sir. Yakuza whatnot." He rolled his eyes as he pulled his hands away from his pockets--away from the knife.

 

Shura didn't know if he had the intelligence not to fight back. Had he not remember the murder series he'd watch before, Shura would immediately lunge at the man without second thoughts and well if luck's with him; kill Kei on the process. Who was he fooling with that? He knew criminals would take delight as how much they saw their victim scream and struggle. So why not reverse psychology? Shura thought. God knows, on the process, Kei-dono would get tired of him--sooner or later.

 

He slowly, well pretended to clumsily pop the buttons from his Gakuran, hoping to buy some time. Luckily he'd button the first three. The Banchou tried not to look faze while on the process. The male slowly slid his body to the bottom of the huge bed as he continued his actions--well popping the buttons.

[Saga]

Kei chuckled inwardly. The boy seemed to try buy some time, but then what he thought? For now the Yakuza oyabun leaned with back at the door, crossing arms before chest to stare nonchalantly. If he had some whiskey, he'd surely enjoy the show the youth put nowadays.

 

- When you are done - he interrupted the so focused boy - do sit on floor. The bed is not for trashes, kid.

 

Rude, arrogant and ever so sadistic even in his words. But it was a good tactic, he picked.

[gin]

He almost do a face palm as he felt his vein popped in his temples. Trash, he said. I'm really going to kill this guy. The banchou gritted between clench teeth as he tried not to look pissed as possible. He didn't want to show the Yakuza that he'd already got Shura under his skin.

 

The male threw his Gakuran to the ground followed by his white shirt and pants. Shura didn't even sat at the ground, he leaned at the wall completely looking calm.

 

"What now, bastard..." in an undertone he stated as he glared at Kei. The Yakuza should stay away from the door. Him in briefs, couldn't care less, as long as he'd escape he didn't care. He's a formidable stripper anyways...

[Saga]

Ryuu followed each movement, it wasn't the first time someone undressed before him. Be it a pro, be it a traitor, or some asshole who had to learn a lesson - seemed all the same to Kei. The Yakuza's boss stood stoic, despite the fact Shura acted so bossy and 'in control' over the current situation. So naive to the point of being adorable, Hanagawa thought.

 

The male parted lips, his voice unwavering and calm,

- Remove your briefs as well.

 

As odd it sounded, Ryuu looked serious. And nothing really did he enjoy but humiliating or teasing cocky boys such as Shura. The other seemed to have guts, but how far he thought he could keep up with his acting?

[gin]

.--The accursed command, he hissed as he glared back at Ryuu who seemed so impassive at the strange string of events. Though having little knowledge to the sex of the same gender, Shura was still wondering how in the world would Ryuu turn him on. Clearly the fact that the banchou was a male hit him immediately. It's not like Kei had a curvy body and a maniacally huge boob like his girlfriend. Now mentioning his girlfriend, he snort, even the both of them hadn't reach to the point of sex.

 

And here he was giving his virginity to crazy Yakuza.

 

In a speed of light, to his surprise, he removed his briefs. Immediately displaying his unaffected brother down their while he gave Kei a let's-get-over-with-this smug look.

[Saga]

A chuckle tore from Kei's throat.

- Oblivious.

 

It wasn't even close to what Ryuu had in mind. The male rocked off the door to walk lazily to the other,

- You think I'm going to fuck you? - a tilt of head, bull's eye. Once he stood before the nude boy, Kei settled his gloved palm next to Shura's head. His sharp and cold eyes digging into the youngster's ones.

 

Actually if it was only the sex itself, Shura would have it easy. Get it done, then probably abandoned in this room - big deal. However, Hanagawa had to leave some impression, didn't he?

 

A faint stretch of lips, he grinned with knee finding its place between the boy's legs to spread them neatly.

- Masturbate.

 

A new clear 'order'.

[gin]

.Shura wasn't definitely Kei's boy toy but the Yakuza radiated dominance within him as the blond administered a dirty finger before looking back at his naked glory. Yet it sucks to be arrogant as Shura, he shrugged, looking to the boss then back to his member. You think I'm gonna get a raging hard-on with you in this room!? He kept his thoughts to himself, being wiser in dealing the Yakuza who hates cocky people. Well he was acting as one, too bad, he couldn't help it.

 

The drugs did the magic when his member rose the day he first saw the boss. But that's it, end of the story, no lame trick could interest his D anymore.

 

The blonde did heed for the order, not that he couldn't object. He wrapped his left hand on his unproductive member; making vertical movements--vehemently then slowly. Surprise! Surprise! His member didn't even had a hard-on as it stayed lifeless as he pump motions into it.

 

"... " He pouted his lips and gave the Yakuza the displeased look that even his dick wasn't following the Boss--definitely hard headed like the owner...