Saga Posted February 8, 2014 Share Posted February 8, 2014 | Information [TABLE=class: grid, width: 200, align: right] [TR] [TD]Title: 敵でもいい [/TD] [/TR] [TR] [TD]Genre: Action, Yakuza, Yaoi[/TD] [/TR] [TR] [TD]Demographic: Original plot[/TD] [/TR] [TR] [TD]Warning: Violence, BDSM[/TD] [/TR] [TR] [TD]Players: Gin feat. Saga[/TD] [/TR] [/TABLE] | Plot [TABLE=class: grid, width: 200, align: left] [TR] [TD]A story about a pretty tough gangster and his unfortunate meeting with the Yakuza's boss. A relationship that knows the bittersweet taste of love and hatred.[/TD] [/TR] [/TABLE] | Character information [TABLE=class: grid, width: 200, align: center] [TR] [TD] [/TD] [/TR] [TR] [TD]Name: Ryuu Hanagawa. [/TD] [/TR] [TR] [TD]Alias: Kei-dono. [/TD] [/TR] [TR] [TD]Age: 32. [/TD] [/TR] [TR] [TD]Blood type: AB. [/TD] [/TR] [TR] [TD]Occupation: Yakuza's leader. [/TD] [/TR] [TR] [TD]Love interest: None. [/TD] [/TR] [TR] [TD]Likes: Dark-colored flowers; red wine; books; classical music. [/TD] [/TR] [TR] [TD]Dislikes: Rudeness; arrogance; betrayals. [/TD] [/TR] [TR] [TD]Prehistory: Used to be the second heir of Yakuza, yet for unknown reasons he took over the business; rumors say he had to kill his own brother in order to take over. [/TD] [/TR] [TR] [TD]Personality: Paradoxical; kind - merciless/ gentle - cold/ well mannered - arrogant/ honest - dishonest/ calm - mad / ordinary - eccentric. [/TD] [/TR] [TR] [TD]Favorite piece: . [/TD] [/TR] [/TABLE] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gin Posted February 10, 2014 Share Posted February 10, 2014 [table] [tr] [td] F U J I W A R A ✩ 1 8 [/td] [td]SHURA [/td] [td] Albeit to the ruckus of Hōtoku Gakuen's learning system, Shura Fujiwara, a senior student was about to take the glorious steps before he could rest on laurels. Rumors has it that Shura was the indestructible Banchou of the school. With an overly slanted eyes, a sharp gaze and a face only his mother could love (he so thought) one can simply conclude that he's no ordinay yankee in town. He loves the art of fighting as much as he loves eating three times a day. Shura had the usual foul mouth and had this usual hot-tempered tantrums. He's also miraculously good at math. The male's usually attached to strange things. Shura has a marimo named Marietah, as his weird pet, which he extremely dotes. [/td] [/tr] [/table] "FUJIWARA!!! " A shout that almost broke his eardrums as it was repeatedly chanted closer to his ears. "What is it, baldie!?" A short yawn was performed as his eyes slowly opened, immediately focusing at the goddamn person who was disturbing his usual afternoon nap. "You insolent child!! How dare you call your teacher like that!?" The male was seething with anger as he tried to drag Shura upwards. He had a short stature and had severe hair loss despite the age of thirty. His neck was sweating as his protruding lips was smeared with sweat from his nose. It was completely hideous to look at. The blonde flinched at the sudden close-up of such sweaty face. "Sheesh---" his head tilted as he mocked his teacher. Without a delay of seconds, he immediately dashed away from the teacher, leaving the Sensei at the rooftop. The male knew he couldn't keep at with Shura's speed. The teacher was a complete fatass, running a few meters would definitely be deadly for him. The male immediately went downstairs, prancing around, walking aimlessly. Seeing his friends Natsuki and Ogura secretly puffing some smoke behind the school gym, Shura immediately approached them. "Give me some of that--" as he snatched the smoke away from Natsuki. "Let me guess--you had a lover's spat with the History Teacher, hah Shura!?"Ogura jeered at Shura who was calmly resting at the cold ground. "tsk* shut up dipshit...that's not even funny" his brows knitted evident disgust was obvious at his face. "Chill maan, wanna come with us tonight--we're gonna have some warming up to do." Natsuki raising his brows, suggested as he formed his fist and punched the air. "Ah, not bad." He grinned at his two companion as he ruffled both of their hair. It was Shura's usual delight of having his own way of fun. As long as the third party don't even know their identity when they brawl and pick fight on the streets; it would turn out to be fun. Gambling, extortion, and stealing; all of it was pure normalcy to all the black sheeps of Hōtoku Gakuen. Just for the night, Shura wanted to quench his thirst for fighting. Even the thought of it made his heart race . Putting the butt on the ground, he immediately stood. "Call the rest then let's go--" Skipping his classes were just an ordinary thing. Him attending or not doesn't even make that much of a difference. His presence inside the classroom always created a lot of tension since he's always feared by his classmates. A negative feedback wouldn't even bother him any longer since he's always used to it. Stretching his long arms, he'd grabbed a roll of bandage from his side pocket and wrapped it at his hands. "Hope they won't be boring as hell--" tongue tracing his thin lips, his eyes with noticeable excitement. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Saga Posted February 10, 2014 Author Share Posted February 10, 2014 Nostalgia was supposed to bring to one's eyes the painful, warm glitter of abandonment, even if it was self-abandonment. But yet that distanced gaze seemed way too disheartened. Ryuu was sitting on the back of such a luxury found design in his car. And the car was filled with tunes of , especially played for the fearsome man who seemed so calm; calmer than the unwavering surface of water. But mind you, water was a dangerous thing just like fire. The speed of the car blurred the view from outside the windows; all that crowd, buildings, street lights, trees and other details got spun just like a masterpiece of some insane, mad mind of a genius. Slowly he tilt head to side, closing eyes for the flow of musical notes. He seemed in peace despite what he has headed to do. His bodyguards didn't even dare to raise their heads and steal a glance. Each motion could trigger a rather nasty side in that man. Especially today... The breaks of the car got hit manually just to give even more grace to that pitch black Mercedes. First to rush out the car were his servants. - Kei-dono. - strict and humble, the bodyguard's voice had to be such; but of course, no one rose head even then. The shoulders that were covered by the long, black coat shifted as Ryuu rocked his back off the seat. His gloved with black fabric of leather hand reached up to hold the coat in place as he got out the car; the black hair of his gathered neatly behind with elastic band as the front strands of his long bangs brushed gently and freely against his cheeks. With ease he fully opened eyes to glance over the old building before him, while his bodyguards made sure no one would get into that dead-end street. The big part of the day has already passed, as to be expected the night was when Yakuza reigned. The boss of the mafia averted eyes to one of his servants, which on its hand gave a jolt to the male. To get a stare from the boss had two reasons - an order or death. The rather young servant of his rushed to light a cigarette for Ryuu, handing him only the stick of cancer but making sure to ignite it in place; of course without harming even a strand of hair with the flame. All knew the most ultimate rule of Yakuza - "Never leave the boss speak to the low class". Which included his own servants and bodyguards in that number. Whatever was below his level, IT shouldn't have any hopes up to get the boss' attention for too long, what left to even hear the boss' voice. As soon as the boss started walking they followed. Ryuu had a rather weird understanding, although he had to get body shields before him, he preferred to be before his people. They had to be loyal to stand behind him and be his eyes on back, but the leader wanted to be the one who guarded his boys from the front. Many would think it was foolish, but actually he didn't need bodyguards. The bodyguards were there to not let Ryuu lose himself in madness. The man was too cruel and wouldn't even blink if he had to kill whether a child or a woman. That was when bodyguards could take things into hands and not let the boss show his merciless side; if they could avoid it and had the boss' accord, they would rather take care of the dirty job. Second rule, "Never ever leave the boss' side, else he shall become a beast." Finally, they reached the third floor of that worn out building. The room where Ryuu walked in had only one chair with a worn out body tied to it, a beaten and rather tortured male. When he rose his chin to glance up at Ryuu, one of the bodyguards slapped with the back of hand the male, - You piece of a trash! How dare you look at Kei-dono! - ..Hah...said the brain washed puppy.. - the male's lip was cracked and hot blood rolling off his chin. He seemed the daring type. The bodyguard rose hand once again to swing for another harsh slap, but suddenly his wrist was abruptly stopped by a powerful grip of gloved hand. The male's eyes widened as relaxed his hand, not making drastic movements; the boss was clear. The room got awfully silent, no one dared to speak. But as daring the exhausted male was, he glanced up again to stare at Ryuu. - I thought you wouldn't bother to come and see such a piece of trash like me, Ryuu. - as soon as he spoke the boss' name, the servants in the room froze. Did that male lost his mind from the beating? Third rule - "Never call the boss by his real name." The tall figure of the boss passed by the chair as walked up to the window which had no glass; so worn out the place was. His cigarette still between lips, eyes showed no emotion - one to wonder what was in his mind. A few seconds passed and he lowered his chin as a faint chuckle escaped his lips. - Heh. Well played, Kazuma. Well played. - Flattered. - the male hissed with arrogance. - And you shouldn't be. - Hanagawa rose chin to avert eyes to side, removing the cigarette to get rid of that annoying smoke before his face. - Aye, in sore mood? My apologies, "Kei-dono" - he seemed to mock on the boss. All servants were literally glaring down the male, - Why are you glaring at me, assholes? You've got no idea what a ruthless man he is! He killed his own flesh, he likes to have his ass wiped and nothing more! He is nothing! Why do you fear such an empty man who thinks he is GOD!? - You son of-..! - the bodyguard closest to him clenched fist, but was cut off by his boss. - Headache.. - Ryuu gently reached hand for his nose bridge, to massage it lightly, - Such a dirty mouth you've got there. Rule fourth - "Never be arrogant before the boss." Ryuu walked back to the chair, standing behind the beaten up male. His cold gaze showered the body, it seemed the other could feel so much the chills down his spine. - My dear friend, - Hanagawa bent his torso down whispering ever so gently, his chin at the level of the male's ear, - .. you never learn. - GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! - the scream of the pain echoed around the building, Kazuma felt the merciless gesture of Ryuu's hand to stab the cigarette straight into his right eye. And right when the body started trashing around, Ryuu got away to depart from the room. The others knew what they had to do. Rule fifth, "Last resort of pleaded loyalty before death can be only when you lose your right eye for the boss' sake." - Owakare da*, Kazuma. - his voice ever so cold, but that painful taste in his mouth after killing a dear friend for a betrayal was there. *'This is where we part' (roughly translated). Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gin Posted February 10, 2014 Share Posted February 10, 2014 As soon as everyone gathered up in front of him, roughly ten of them appeared bringing with them baseball bats and some other weapons, Shura signaled them to leave the school grounds in a quiet manner. Jumping at the highest wall behind the school, all of them succeeded leaving the place smoothly. His eyes surveyed at his men, checking them if they'd successfully climbed the wall without someones help. Four of them never succeeded since they didn't have the strength to climb a wall which was 20 feet high. It was a wall you can only pass if you stepped on a thin branch of a withered tree. Their school had one of the strictest security in the region since some of the students were used to cut classes when they felt bored and pressured. That goes for the bunch of them who wanted to break some bones and enjoy some fighting sessions. After their glorious escape, the five of them immediately dashed to the other street where the other school's juveniles were awaiting for them. Shura was left walking while removing his Gakuran slowly. Only an idiot would wore a Gakuran while walking at the streets in the afternoon. The rest of them also removed their outfits as they tightly gripped at their weapons. " What do we have here, Hōtoku Gakuen's weaklings--" the other greeted them with an insult with his hands thumbing down. "Y-ouuuu " Ogura wanted to immediately punch his hideous mug but to no avail Natsuki immediately grabbed his shoulders. "AHAHA quite the sissy are w------" The last smile was wiped from his face as an unwelcome punch landed atop his face. "All you do is blabbering," He snickered as he punched mercilessly the other's face. It immediately earned the latter a broken nose cartilage and a loose tooth. The unguarded idiot immediately fought back to Shura but his blows couldn't even reach him. It's as if Shura was playing with a child. The latter's face was starting deform as blood gushed out from his nose and then from the wound on his brows. Shura was still creepily smiling continuing on that farce of beating the man to death. The rest wanted to protect their boss but was halted by Shura's comrades. Even at their number they didn't even outclassed the six of them; well, the huge help goes to Shura. "HAHAHAHA you can't win on Shura, he's a one-man army and is daaaaaamn good at martial arts. Nah thanks to Commissioner-General sama, " Natsuki proudly blab as he kicked the leg of his opponent. "So you're really a son of a poli--- " Shura immediately glared at Natsuki by the last words he'd spoken. It brought him the air of annoyance and anger. That was definitely a taboo topic for Shura, a word which was supposedly left not spoken. "Continue with your idle talk when you're dead, Shitstain!!!!" The blond's huge hand enveloped his opponent head as he distanced himself away and performed a strong headbutt at the latter's head which led to the downfall of the other. "So you're just all talk," as he spit at the bloodied body laying in front of him. Disappointed as he may be; Ogura, Natsuki and the rest felt shivered as they saw their ruthless leader stepping the latter's chest, breaking the bones on his ribcage. The latter's unconscious body twitched in pain as he coughed some blood; the broken bones piercing at his lungs. "Oi Shura that's ----enough" The last word almost didn't escape from Natsuki's outh as Shura evily snickered, his left foot still rested atop the wounded man. "A price to pay for fucker like you who sells drugs on my turf. Take his body with you and leave this place..." Shura coldly warned and commanded the wounded opponents to get lost; away from his sight. Afterwards, Shura hastily removed the bloodied bandages and tugged a cigarette at his half-parted lips. His getup was covered with blood so he decided to wash them and cool his head off in some other area; alone. "Uh-oh* this'll be bad" Natsuki whispered to Ogura as they were jabbing at each other away from the leaving Shura. "We should tell Shura. Oi!!!! are you even listening Ogura!?" Natsuki grabbed Ogura's collar, desperately trying to call for his attention. "If you want some death wish, go ahead. I still treasure my life, fool." His reply was in monotone it's as if he didn't even cared for the consequences at all. "It'll be Shura who'll take all the blame, aren't you worried for that!!!?" Natsuki tried to explain the dangerous situation but Ogura seemed not to see the danger the lies in front of their doings. "Nah it's all cool if we won't be found out." Ogura reassured the worried Natsuki. "Dang--tsk, this really is hard to remove." Washing his sullied shirt, Shura was hanging at the riverbank. Achoo* his eyes lazily focused at the sun setting down. The cold didn't even bothered him as he laid at the grass calmly; enjoying his cigarette stick. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Saga Posted February 11, 2014 Author Share Posted February 11, 2014 The night was young and like in any other myth and legend, it was true that monsters wandered during the night. Not far from the busy streets, there was a certain club. That club belonged to Yakuza and its most VIP part of it belonged solely to Ryuu. Whenever the boss visited that place, no one dared to even think of entering the VIP zone - unless they had a good enough of reason to disturb him. Of course the place was lively, rather rhythmic music rocked the floor of the club; after all, drugs had to be sold and the atmosphere had to be specific - loud, chaotic, air filled with cigarette smoke, morals dropped for pleasure beyond imagination. Hanagawa was very composed despite the chaos around, not to mention on each side of his he had whores that knew nothing but complimenting and ass-licking him. Not like he cared, but it was true that a lot of women wanted to sleep with him and get in a relationship with the boss; who would say 'no' to a life filled with pleasure, power, money and luxury? Every woman dreamed of it. Ryuu's back was relaxed against the soft sensation of sofa's support behind, each of his arms were stretched and placed horizontally above the sofa, which gave the whores illusion he was "hugging them" or even "flirting" with his body language. - Kei-samaaaaa~ - with their high pitched voices the women kept pressing their breasts against Ryuu, flirting all open in public with the boss. On other hand, he just enjoyed his cigarette and whiskey despite the kisses and licks against his neck. The male knew the merciless truth of life and even more of the weight of the leader's crown. Somehow, once you learned how merciless things have to be, not that they weren't with or without your accord but better had to be with your accord, you could lose any will to open yourself to blind idiots. And if it wasn't a blind idiot, it was even more dangerous; so much Ryuu knew. His gaze relaxed onto the sparkling from the club's lights whiskey glass, his conscious heard every next giggle of the whores and pleasurable screams of the partying people over the music outside the VIP room - high and drugged. But yet the master of such a chaotic world filled with nothing but drugs and short on lifespan illusions was most sober. Suddenly the door to the VIP room was opened and one of his servants bowed in a very deep manner as a true apology to disturb. Of course Hanagawa knew the other wouldn't dare to enter unless it was urgent. The whores paused their cheeky behavior as soon as the Yakuza's leader's eyes got awfully focused onto the bowing male. He averted eyes to the women as a sign for them to get lost. So did they do. The room got empty and isolated from the outside noise; Ryuu still on the sofa with two bodyguards standing tall in a neat posture on each of his side, while the bowing male kept his head and body lowered when talking, - I am very sorry to disturb you, Kei-dono! We had a small issue with a small gang that stole from your goods, but... - the male did a pause, scared for his life he clenched fist and squeezed eyes shut, - ..our men were sent to the hospital with serious injuries today. Was it some kind of a joke? Ryuu's expression though didn't change. He was...expressionless, until a very deceiving smile spread its spell over his velvet lips. - Please, raise your head. - giving time to the scared male to get in track his will and do as the boss said, Hanagawa reached for the whiskey bottle as got a hold of a glass. He poured it silently but yet with care. That alone made the other male a bit uncomfortable; the boss seemed so scary awhile ago and now he poured a glass of whiskey with smile on? The servant didn't even want to imagine it was for him, that whiskey glass. While the eyes of the boy were filled with fear and confusion, the bodyguards though were like some emotionless dolls, gazing forth and not even the breathing could be heard from them. - Come. Sit here. - with short and clear orders Ryuu invited the servant next to him. But the other was so startled at the invitation that his body couldn't even move. Hanagawa rose his chin to his direction, - Are you going to make me repeat myself? - ..N-no, sir! - and he moved his butt as humbly but yet fast as he could. The Yakuza's leader set the glass of whiskey before the other and leaned his back on the sofa again. - Now. Tell me.. more. - with a pause between the words he gave the chills to one; the servant swallowed hard as hands squeezed the fabric of pants, while eyes firmly fastened at his own shoes. - I-it happened today. - Today? They stole from me today? - Ryuu sipped from his own whiskey, which he got before he leaned back on the sofa. - N-no, sir. Er-..they got from the new product we offer and it was two weeks ago, but the boys didn't show up as we had the deal set. So..we tracked them down and-.. - And you decided to deal with them without my accord? - Ryuu finished the sentence on his own, gently caressing the glass with his bottom lip. - I..I thought that we shouldn't bother you with the situation, sir. We could handle it-.. - Handle it? And how exactly you handled it? - the boss threw his glance to side, eying the other. - Well, we didn't know they had a leader themselves to begin with, Kei-dono. - he muttered each next word ever so quietly until the sentence ended with an awful feel of shame and fear. - ... - Hanagawa averted eyes back to his glass of whiskey, his lips sealed away from any comment. He really hated idiots and incompetents. Seemly some of his gang were such. If that was the case, he was more than glad to hear they got beaten to death, it would be even better if they actually died. He never needed incompetents. However, the thought of his boys being weak ticked him off. - Under which care they are? - by cold voice he asked. - They are Koshikawa's underlings, Kei-dono. The one who takes care of your interests in Chou and Shinjiku perfecture. - Ah..Koshikawa, huh. - the boss tilted head backwards, exposing the fine neck of his. Eyes still relaxed as they gazed up at the beautiful design of the VIP room's ceiling. He really had a bad day; first he learned a dear friend of his got corrupted from the power and money he let him have, which led to the greed birth in his heart; then he had to see what a monster he turned into and kill him; now another disappointing news touched the core of ears, rather of his mind. - What..what should we do, sir? - scared to ask, but he had to. The servant didn't dare to exhale the deep sigh he held back for so long and his legs felt so numb; Ryuu's silence was fearsome. - Hah. - the boss chuckled sarcastically as rocked back off the sofa to get on two feet. He placed the glass down, when one of the bodyguards took Ryuu's long coat to hop it over the boss' shoulders. Seemly the boss lost his mood for partying tonight, not like it felt like partying. Although people saw it as a feast after he killed another betrayer, Ryuu actually was in no mood to party. The Yakuza's leader step forth, letting his long coat follow after him, - Handle it? Wasn't it you who decided to do so? - as he looked over shoulder, his glare really stabbed the servant, - If you fail, I'd be more than glad to receive some part of your body, whichever is most important to you, of course. You know I like meaningful presents. - Ryuu grinned as his eyes closed at the lips motion. The servant gulped down hard; for men most important body part was .., he felt his crotch throb. He nodded, not able to even speak. So things were clear. They had to catch the gang that beat up their people; however, it was a rule to go after the gang's leader. How unfortunate when one was 'the king', he had to bear the weight of own crown and its consequences. The servant was left alone in the VIP room and before he could even let out the sigh in relief, he took out his cell in a hurry. He dialed a certain number and didn't have to wait long for the answer, - Koshikawa, you son of a bitch...! - How did it go? Is he too mad? - Do you know how hard I sweated!? My butt feels like Ikeda lake! - So he was mad.. - Understandable! I told you to tell him when you did that deal! No one would give away a new product to some fishy gang! You said they didn't have a leader! - How was I supposed to know they had such a tough motherfucker of leader!? These boys seemed new to drugs and I decided to give them some time to adjust! - You idiot-..! ... Forget it.., find the leader and bring him over here. I suppose Kei-dono will be at ease once he knows we caught the leader and have him cornered. - So it's clear. Okay, I will catch that motherfucker myself. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gin Posted February 11, 2014 Share Posted February 11, 2014 Tch* Skin with a healthy golden-brown tint was exposed at the open air. The seemingly topless male was then going back to his abode. It was even nerve-wrecking for him, no matter what street he picked, there's still those people who're staring at him with all curiosity. Who wouldn't? A high school male was displaying his topless self in the public, call it crazy but he was left with no choice but to do nude. Being an airhead was part of his personality. Who would've thought he'd slipped at the river while chasing a fish which he fancied a moment ago. It took him quite the guts to prance around without a shirt. Nevertheless, he didn't even budge at the giggles and stares that were thrown to him. He's your random day stripper. Shura was lucky enough that no one from his circle of friends saw him in that manner. Arriving at a modern house that was painted with white, Shura immediately pressed the keypads and enter the usual passcode; 2348502. A thirty meter distance was placed in between the gate and the huge house. Fujiwara's Residence is a four story building with huge white pillars and is mostly composed with thick glass walls. If you'd delve into an other perspective, the house definitely looked like a huge aquarium. It had surveillance camera's neatly arranged in hidden places. A house for the wealthy as most of them say. "Tadaima~" He announced while taming his spiky hair, eyes roaming at the spacious modernized genkan. As usual, no one welcomed him despite the hugeness of the house. Setting his wet garments at the side, he immediately walked faster searching for the person he claims to call, "Mother." "Haha-ue, what's the dinner for today?" As he peeked at the woman chopping some onions. Matsuko Fujiwara, wedded to Takaomi Fujiwara, definitely a normal family whose income was solely from their hard work. For Shura to become quite a juvenile wasn't because of his parents strictness nor even a way to attract his parent's attention. The mere love for fights and his joyous journey to the path towards delinquency was just purely his hearts desire and nothing that relates for gaining ones attention or whatnot. But Shura had admitted that he hated his friends talking about his Dad's job, it's as if he's sponging on his power and authority, so he didn't liked them mentioning his work. To sum it all, he didn't have any complicated relationship with the rest it's just him causing all the fruition to his pal's misunderstanding. Though the fact that his parents had little knowledge regarding his extracurricular activities still remains. He stayed at his room while he wait for the dishes to be prepared. Tweaking at his console, he decided to switch for another game but noticed his cellphone's screen blinking rhythmically. "..." He didn't respond but clicked the answer button. "Don't go to school tomorrow Shura. " It was Natsuki whose voice was obviously nervous. "The hell." He responded with a grunt as his character almost died at the game. "Don't the hell me, you must not step on the school grounds, man!." "I'm hanging up." He immediately ended the call and discarded the battery away from his phone. He didn't want to listen to Natsuki's cryptic messages. The blond then resumed to playing the game that he was so engrossed moments ago. Little did he know, he should have listened to Natsuki's pleas. Morning came, Shura lazily dragged himself away from his bed. Simply clad in the usual Gakuran, the blonde walked towards the school casually. Shura pulled an all-nighter just to finish the last boss quest which made his mood darken first thing in the morning. "Shura Fujiwara" a man in a leather jacket summoned his name. "What!?" He annoyingly turned around. "You're coming with me." "Hah!?" as the blond hoped to piss the man in front of him. "Get in the car--" He felt his adrenaline rush as he saw a pistol immediately pointed at him. He'd saw that object hanging at his father's waist but he never would imagine that object being used to threaten him. Even kids on his age only used Model guns to scare the enemy but the thing right in front of him was the real deal. The metal shined a bit as it reflected the sunlight, still pointed at Shura. "We don't have all the time in the world so get inside!!" He shouted at him. There were people on the surrounding but they're still far from where Shura and that shady man was standing. Slowly grabbing his butterfly knife at his pocket he inched backward. | togsshhh | "Woah, that scared that hell out of me." As a bullet was shot a strand away from his head. With a devils luck he'd immediately dodged the bullet successfully. "I won't miss again so get inside." The crowd then started to panic as they heard a gunshot. The male immediately shoved the puzzled Shura inside the car as he immediately drove away from the civilians. It was even so lame how the supposedly "Strongest Banchou" in the region was taken away without a fight. "Oi! where are you taki----" The last thing he felt was a sting from his back which was caused by a teaser. All his remnants of consciousness then faded away together with his unanswered question; WHY!? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Saga Posted February 12, 2014 Author Share Posted February 12, 2014 By the time he finally got back at his huge but cold on atmosphere apartment, it was already around four o'clock in the morning. Nothing new actually, such was his night life - busy and sometimes darker than black. Ryuu closed the door behind, not even 'Tadaima' left the corner of lips; there was no one to greet him home, so it was pointless to remind to himself how lonely he was. Letting the heels leave first off the shoes, he helped himself inside.The long coat was thrown on his black leather sofa, then his body followed. The motion forced the sofa slightly creak in that raging silence; he rested back against the divan as hand reached up to remove the cord off his hair, letting the slightly wavy strands of silky hair be free of 'duty'. Yeah, even his hair had to be in a certain way whenever he was the Yakuza's boss. - Haaa.... - a tiredly exhaled sigh broke free, he slid eyes close as head tilted backwards to be supported by the sofa's top surface. ** SUBCONSCIOUS THOUGHTS WHILE DREAMING ** // The sound of snow, I never liked it. That mutely but yet paradoxically screaming sound; how the snow looks like being torn off the white clouds, whenever it snows. I came to dislike it. Swoooosh~* The young master's coat spread open as hair abruptly messed from the winter's wind. His small face couldn't be seen, but it felt like he was about to cry. Alas, he couldn't; pride was something he had to keep in order to be recognized. That snowy,white day when everyone wore black clothes, except for him who wore white. The funeral of his older brother seemed like a fleeting moment of a such a temporary universe, but the young Ryuu knew - for him it would last 'forever'. - Hanagawa-sama! It's time to part, please get in the car. - a gentle voice of another young boy echoed in the backwards of the garden where Ryuu wanted to be alone. The young master lifted his chin, eying the other with an empty gaze. - Kazuma. - Hai! Let's go, ne? - his first and probably only friend who was there when Ryuu had such a heavy burden on shoulders to carry. The new Yakuza's heir parted lips at the bright smile of Kazuma, who seemed to do his best to cheer up the master; a sudden chuckle broke Ryuu's lips. He couldn't understand why the other cared so much; in fact, if the master wanted to be alone everyone would leave him alone. But Kazuma didn't care about orders, Ryuu somehow liked that side of his. - Say Kazuma, will you leave me one day? - he averted head, eyes gazing to front. - Iyaaaah, I won't. After all, Hanagawa-sama hates to be alone, right? - the kid stepped forth pulling Ryuu by the arm, leading him out the garden with confidence. Back then Ryuu was left speechless, he just stared at the hand that led him out that pitiful place. -Aye, it's so cold today! - Ne... - Mm? - Kazuma glanced over shoulder. - Stop using 'sama'.. - Eto....then, how about 'Hana-kun*'? - he laughed hard for the kanji standing for 'flower', while Ryuu on its hand blank stared him. - What is this lame combination... - he frowned at the 'kun' going along NOT with 'Hana'. - Then, how should I call you, Young Master? - Kazuma smiled ever so brightly. - ..-yuu.. Ryuu is fine. - Eh!? I CAN'T CALL YOU THAT! - the boy paused his step abruptly. - Then you won't call 'Hanagawa' either! - just like two boys in a silly argument. - Yare.., - Kazuma wriggled brows as grinned mockingly, - ..could it be the young master is embarrassed by his last name*? *Hanagawa - The river of flowers. - Ah...-you seriously piss me off. - Ryuu frowned up. - Gomen, gomen, ahahahahaha! - Kazuma laughed so warmly, then lips stretched in a smile - Okay,Ryuu*. *Ryuu - Dragon. \\ It was so good..., so good to hear your own name for first time. Not 'Kei-dono', nor Hanagawa-sama, not even 'Master'.... Just the plain call of 'Ryuu'. The sudden ring of phone woke up the boss, he shot eyes open right away. Such an awful way to wake up, that sweet bitterness; seemed the betrayal effected him more than he thought. And his mood was in its worst right now. The not-giving-up ringing annoyed him additionally. Hanagawa shifted a bit, not realizing when and how on earth he fell asleep. Hand reached for the morning 'annoyance' of cell. - I am very sorry to disturb you, Kei-dono! We caught the gang's leader we spoke of last night! - with excitement the servant from last night hoped it would brighten the boss' mood. - .. 'S that so? - Ryuu moved his free hand forth to reach up for his morning hair and brush it away from face, exposing his sleepy but yet not in mood gaze. - Er, yes! What should we do with him? - Dispose him, what else. - the boss rose from the sofa, his tall and firm body headed for the bathroom. - I understand, sir..- But.. Ryuu made a pause, his eyebrows really showing the irritation. - But? - he averted eyes to the cell's side, trying to keep his cool despite the really sore mood. - Well, there is a small problem. He is the heir of the famous Fujiwara family. A few seconds spent in silence until Ryuu had to flip around the information in his mind, recalling who was Fujiwara and how powerful he was as name. - Ah, that Fujiwara. - he let out a sigh, rubbing the patch of skin between brows; another headache. - Yes, sir. I suppose we might have some conflict with that man, if we dispose his son. The Yakuza's leader raised glance, starig at his aquarium, while back leaning on the separating pillar between living room and bathroom. So the Fujiwara's son thought he could do anything when his father had the slightest amount of power, to cover after his shit of doings? That was seriously like oil in the fire. - Hah. Some guts, he's got-... - Ryuu really didn't know which was better; whether to teach the kid some lesson, scaring him to death or actually dispose him; no one would even dare to go against Yakuza besides that it was almost impossible to find proofs or whatever to use against that mafia. But it wasn't the case why Ryuu had the doubt. He had enough of spilled blood for another month ahead. After Kazuma's death, all seemed pointless to him. Even his own title as Yakuza's leader. - Sir? - the servant dared to check on the connection because his boss was awfully silent after the comment he made. - .. - Ryuu didn't even know what time it was, he turned his hand to check the watch on wrist; so it was close to one o'clock past noon, - Where is he right now? - In our south head-out, Kei-dono. Koshikawa's people are on guard. - I see. I will get there tonight, meanwhile ... keep him alive. - so the boss said it was fine to do whatever as long as the boy was alive. - Understood, Kei-dono! The call ended and Hanagawa bumped the back of head lightly against the pillar as leaned head backwards, - Ain't I too soft today, Kazuma? - his cold eyes begged to let out all the gathered pain, but that male forgot how to cry. And he wasn't proud of it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gin Posted February 13, 2014 Share Posted February 13, 2014 :SPLASH: With his consciousness pulled forcibly by the cold water, Shura groaned a bit as he lazily opened his slanted eyes. He wanted to extend the nap, can't they just give him an extension? Emerald orbs roamed around as it seemed to be finding a piece of object that would be considered as the usual piece he'd first cast his eyes when he woke up. No alarm clock, no Ezio's nor Connor's poster or worse, his marimo, Marietah, was nowhere to be seen. It was simply a dim place without a trace of a human's residence. "--hnnn." Finally caught the glimpse of reality, Shura immediately turned his head at almost everywhere. "where the hell I am!?" he muttered to himself, still not known to him the situation that will going to proceed next. He wriggled for a bit as he noticed to cold metals wrapped tightly around both of his wrists that were widely spread. His head hanged for a bit as he tried to find balance and a place to ease his tensed muscle. Annoyed at the light bulb that was dangling atop his head, all Shura could do was curse from his breath. "Fujiwara Shura--" a male in the dark side had spoken his name. The banchou couldn't even figure out how many of them were hiding themselves at the dark; cheating bastards, he so thought. "Tsk* like a broken record--" he boringly stated as his eyes drooped, staring at the dirtied floor underneath him. "Don't test my patience, kid! Now where're the drugs? " " Obviously in the drugstore, psh." He lazily replied with a lame pun as he moved his hands heavenwards. A heavy hit was then slammed at his thighs that made him knelt for a bit. It was a wood 2x2 inches thick that was used mostly in building homes. In a situation like this, Shura's intuition had shouted 'DANGER.' The men in front of him isn't of his kin. Those thick black suits that were seen behind the dark. Those sturdy and gaudy appearances... they're Yakuza. The young male could instantly tell that they're not there for some lame extortion or hustling of a weak high school student. They needed something from him. Don't go to school tomorrow Shura. The words of Natsuki immediately stood out from his short-term memory. The puzzle has been solved as to why he's been abducted. Natsuki and the rest had done something undesirable to the sturdy men standing in front of him. They've stolen their goods. A chill ran down to Shura's spine as his emerald eyes glowered at them. It was the thing he warned his brotherhood but still their curiosity prevailed. Yakuza's aren't to be taken lightly of. How he'd remember rummaging his father's files. That moment when a picture was taped at the book; a body cemented in a huge barrel or even chopped parts that only God knows who it was. For a high school delinquent like him, Yakuza's are definitely RED flag. They're the last thing you'd disturbed in all entirety of the world (and the mafia also). "Don't make a fool out of me, where is it!!?" The question called him back to reality. "I don't know." In all sincerity and honesty he replied. For the second time the wood landed on his flesh, this time it was on the abdomen and harder than the other blow. Crimson liquid slowly dripped at his mouth. Tasting the flavour of metal, Shura tried to shook off the chains. "I told you I don't know and stop hitting me." His face filled with smug as he turned his head at the dim darkness ahead. The thing that he once recalled was when his dad taught him to keep calm when situations beyond control arises. Indeed he took a note of that as he'd just calmly scanned his brain for some solutions despite his situation. Choices appeared after the processing as he'd doubt his head could reproduce a valid solution. a. if he'll die, he's gonna haunt Natsuki and Ogura. b. if he'll be alive, he's gonna kill the hell out of them. c. surrender his faith of being battered and tortured. d. Be a templar assassin The last choice made him laugh despite the public's wonder. It's as if the game that he'd earnestly tried to finish had most likely occupied eighty percent of his head. The young banchou didn't really took his dire situation at heart. He's randomly taking things into a different light. "for a kid who's beaten around, he sure had some time to laugh" "The kid probably got some loose screws--" "Yeah, I think that's the case..." "shut up." As their seemingly leader warn their idle talks. "And damn I hate pain..." he murmured to himself as he protested like a child. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Saga Posted February 13, 2014 Author Share Posted February 13, 2014 He had so much to do ahead before the night called for his darker side. Ryuu was sitting in his office, obviously working. Some ignorant people thought Yakuza had it easy because powerful, not to mention they thought the boss was spoiled with the care of money, power, luxury and pleasure. No, not really. Hanagawa knew no rest; true was that he had many people that served him Japan, some in China, Singapore, even he had people to look over the Russian mafia (these men were truly dangerous all along with the Chinese Triad). But no one actually wondered how on earth that male could manage so many people to serve him with loyalty. Of course there were traitors, but he always managed to figure them out. One of his best qualities was - he knew who lied and who told the truth. The desk was really stylish and all sparkling, which was because Ryuu actually had ablutomania. Not really last stage of the fanatic state for one to be obsessed with cleanliness, but he really hated to see dirt. Probably it was a psychological thing, after all he saw enough of the life's 'dirt'. His slender fingers, that were gloved even when in his office, held some papers, important contracts he had to sign or ..sign not. - Hmm. - he shifted his eyes at a line from a certain contract, then lips parted to reach for the office phone and press a button, - ..Maria, come for a bit.* * used Russian language - Yes, sir.* - a woman replied calmly to the summoning and entered the room with grace. It was his secretary, beautiful as a model, Russian chick. And if one thought about it, yes, they slept together. She was actually one of the few women he liked to do it with. And it wasn't because she did good blowjobs that got her the job, he saved her a few years back in Moscow and now she was in debt. However, she seemed to have something for him despite her beautiful appearance which could grant her any man. Long legs, curved hips, tempting breasts, lips were silky and drawn with the sinful color of red, same like her hair color. Such women were fruit of Hell, but Maria never ever thought of betraying Ryuu. She knew very well how scary that man could be. The boss rose gaze, resting the papers on the desk. - Who did the contract's legalization?* - It was Masaru-san, Kei-dono. The contract was translated two days ago and he took care of it right away.* - Do we have the original?* - Yes, sir. We do.* - Good, bring it to me and make me a cup of coffee, please.* - he gave a small smile, it was natural for him to be a gentleman with beautiful creatures such as women. And he really liked beautiful people; who didn't? - Right away, Kei-dono!* - she left the room to head for her given tasks. The rest of the afternoon quickly ran across the clock, Ryuu didn't realize how fast time fled. The day has been long and tiring, not to mention the night was ahead. Suddenly the boss rose his chin from the documents, recalling about the Fujiwara case. - Ah, I have to get going, it seems. - so said the boss rose from his seat, fingers slid for a catch of his coat brim and pull it up from the chair's back. He really had no idea actually how old was the boy, never cared about the family of the Fujiwara man. It'd be scary if the Yakuza's boss took his time to investigate one's family, it could mean many, many bad things. Aside during meetings due to his legal firm, which was recognized in the world's industry, Hanagawa hasn't really met Fujiwara in private. The city was swallowed once again by the night's darkness and beautiful lights sparkled around, illuminating the streets. However, his car took on a dark road, which led to a dark street and finally to the darkest place - the south head-out. It was used only for torturing, in some cases even getting rid of society trashes. Well, at least Ryuu saw them as society trashes. The car blended fine with the dark, so it was hard to tell where it got parked once the Yakuza's boss got off it. The usual ritual, bodyguards around him and servants guarding the street. With each next step, Ryuu got closer to his meeting with a very daring boy. As soon as he stood before the door, one of the bodyguards reached to open it. Ryuu wouldn't touch dirty things, so it was natural for them to do it instead of the boss. His sharp eyes landed on the beaten up body that seemed to twitch at the pain now and then. Calm and composed, he entered the room. All bodyguards, including Koshikawa bowed at him. It was an honor for people to see Ryuu in person. - Kei-dono! - all spoke with one voice. The leader stood before Koshikawa, glaring down at him for understandable reasons. But right now he had to deal with something even more troublesome; the male in the room seemed to be actually a young boy. Ryuu had his gloved hands in pockets as walked up to Shura, eyes showering the body with coldness. Actually, it wasn't he enjoyed the sight, but rather checking how 'alive' the other was. He reached hand out the pocket, to set index and middle finger under Shura's chin for a lift. - How old are you, boy? - Ryuu finally spoke. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gin Posted February 13, 2014 Share Posted February 13, 2014 Its been just a brief moment seeing a clean Shura; the one with a spick and span clothing and a neatly polished shoes. And as if he's been hit and flattened by a bulldozer; his clothes eventually ripped maniacally with deep red smudges within them. Even his face was covered with blood, no one would've concluded that there's still a soul left inside that beaten body. His left eye ended up swollen and shut closed; his teeth, well his teeth were barely fine. The geezers didn't really hold back on whacking Shura's body. It's as if there were freebies after hurting him to such extent. But indeed Shura was tight lipped about it. Honestly, he didn't know but it won't hurt saying Natsuki and Ogura's name right? But no, he didn't. Just the thought of them being beaten to death like that made him shook his head. --they're no good... They'd probably cry with just one swing, those sissies... The young banchou never admitted that he had some fair share of the word 'care' in his vocabulary. How he'd wish he had his consciousness barely hanging, it must be easy pretentiously unconscious. But the people in front of him wouldn't obviously let him slide. Their angry and tensed gazes of desperately seeking for answers drove them to beating him more. Who the hell were they scared at!???? Not so long when his question has been answered as all of them halted and dropped the blood-covered woods or planks from their hands. - Kei-dono! As they spoke in unison like some weird occult praising a long forgotten God. His emerald orbs was the only one left looking ahead at the man while the rest bowed deeply. In all truths, it did freak Shura. Like how they portray their devotion to that person was entirely of a different level; creepy, in many ways. Emotionless eyes greeted him as his proportioned face entered the light that descended from the bulb. Indeed it was dazzling, not him, but the light! Wait. His fearless gaze surveyed the leader from head to foot. Was he from Johnny's Entertainment!? Not being rude but his face was far from those ugly mugs who'd beaten him to death. So being gorgeous among all of the mugs was the key to be a Yakuza leader. Shura then had taken a note for that inside his puny head. 1| Gorgeous men had always their way through the top. Disregarding his state, he then ought to go back to his own intensive thoughts. He didn't really felt the tension or was he that numb that those weaklings glared at him; giving him the bow-down-idiot or are-you-even-pissing-your-pants?. No telepathy worked for him, all Shura did was stare. - How old are you, boy? - "18." It won't hurt to tell the truth so he'd honestly replied. A battle between stares was then initiated between the two; Ryuu's were cold while Shura's--- well---Shura's just staring... "I don't have the goods, 'Sir'." Call it hypocrite but he almost puked upon the usage of 'Sir'. Never did he call his teachers Sir; but since he's a yakuza and a leader to boot, he's definitely a special case. The blonde immediately removed his chin away from Kei-dono or whatever he's called, he didn't like the treatment. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Saga Posted February 13, 2014 Author Share Posted February 13, 2014 Short and clear, the answer came right away. If the boy wasn't so beaten up, would he even flinch and twitch? Ryuu wondered was it the pain that drove him to numb the sense of danger or it was in his nature to go straight on fear. However, fear had many forms. The gaze that supposedly tried its best to stay focused on Ryuu didn't even wavered. The Yakuza's leader stood indifferent about it, but something within was enjoying the guts of the other. Without even asking him, Shura came out clear about the situation, "I don't have the goods, 'Sir'." And then, he averted his chin like a wild feline, showing the dislike to be touched in such a 'superior manner'. Of course Ryuu touched him on purpose. Only then he would know whether it was truth or a lie. Whoever lied, would either tremble and start pleadingswearing it was true or would start making up long and boring stories how the situation was. But Fujiwara stood his ground although robed off power, strength, superiority, senses and even ...friends. The Yakuza's leader lifted lightly his chin, shifting eyes at the boy for a sharp stare. So the other leader was betrayed. Hanagawa would never mistake that attitude and the body language of a betrayed person, after all he went through the very same thing when he was younger. And even now, he went through it just recently. Interesting though how Shura held it for the traitors' sake. Indeed, most would give away names, addresses and whatever they could for damn dear life! However, Shura was shuddering in pain but still hanging on his pride as a leader. Or was it only that? Ryuu tilted his chin to side, observing silently as a predator before the prey. Didn't the boy know that friendship never existed in case he wanted to protect his boys, his friends? It was a matter of time to lose important things in life, to be betrayed, stabbed in the back and even abandoned. The friendship could last just for a day, the promise of tomorrow was just a sentimental part of the delusions one could create. That was Ryuu's philosophy of life - 'Just for a day, everything could last just for a day.' - I see. - Ryuu closed his eyes as he replied to the boy's honest statement, then the bitter thought that passed him left him rather moody. The boy wasn't stupid, he was brave. But bravery could lead to a dangerous path and once you walked down it, you could never go back. Sadly, the boy was too young to realize some things about the cruel world of adults. Hanagawa walked into the dark part of the room, the bulb couldn't grant such light that reached corners, so only the rustling sound of taking of clothes could be heard; he took off his long coat, then the suit coat, loosening his necktie. - Seems the night will be long for you. I am afraid even way too long. - each next spoken word felt colder and colder, until his voice reached the deadly serious note combined with the husky tune of a fearsome man. As soon as the bodyguards saw his boss loosening his necktie, they knew right away. The boss would personally take care of the gangster of a boy. When he would do it, he really disliked to be disturbed. Thus, suddenly all left the room silently with one last bow. Ryuu knew that Shura really had no idea where the drugs are ,however he seemed to know at least about the drugs being taken from his friends. Which meant, he covered up for his boys. What drove the Yakuza's leader to the decision to stay tonight was actually to teach the boy a lesson. That trust was the most dangerous thing that could exist. And most powerful weapon of the so called traitors. Being in the shadows, Ryuu kept staring at the boy while rolling his white shirt sleeves up to his forearms. Fujiwara indeed was young. The body was still developing into manly one. The curves and muscles being tensed spoke of what a good fighter he was. Which actually made Ryuu wonder how that geezer, Koshikawa, captured that wild feline before his eyes. Koshikawa was big, but too much of muscle mass could slow one down. Speaking of muscle mass, Ryuu was just a fine fighter; that he claimed the leader's title didn't mean he could slack off or depend on his bodyguards fully. As said, trust was too dangerous to be kept near. Probably his own silence was too loud, but Ryuu loved it. It could speak better than any other verbal form of speech. Focused on the boy's breathing, he wondered if the shock wasn't too big. Hanagawa turned around to reach hand for the portable table in that very dark corner. - Do you know what it means to be a leader, boy? - the boss finally spoke as fingers gently slid against the glossy surface of an empty injection. His eyes emotionless as averted to a small bottle filled with transparent liquid. He didn't expect the boy to speak, in fact, if he spoke all mighty that he knew what it was to be a real leader; he'd rather finish him off right at this instant. Stupid people ticked him off the most. With lift of chin, Ryuu continued his thought, - Leaders have no friends. I must say that you are really brave to stand up for your gang's interest and their lives, but that can be your downfall. The moment when you see your servants as friends is the moment when you beckon the betrayal. There were other ways to break one. If pain was something they could bear, pleasure always had the monstrous power to take over one's mind. With a flick of gloved fingers, Ryuu opened the small bottle. His calm composure drawn on his board shoulders; he filled the injection with a new type of aphrodisiac. The boy's body was at its limits, true. Probably the rhythm of heart was fastened to make up for the blood loss. The aphrodisiac would completely mess around with such a weak, for the moment, body. With a spin on heel, Ryuu walked back up to the boy; one hand holding the shot as the other reached for Shura's jaw. He firmly captured the chin to tilt harshly the head to side, exposing more of the neck's side. A very important and main carotid artery was located there, which was connected straight to the heart. The most cleanest, due to a lot of oxygen, artery. Quick stab against the skin, the needle broke the flesh smoothly; he inserted calmly the liquid until the very last drop of it. It would take less than a minute or two, to reach the rest of the body and start its effect. Meanwhile..., his pupils averted to Fujiwara's face; he really got curious what face the boy was making. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gin Posted February 13, 2014 Share Posted February 13, 2014 Shura felt forcibly sensitive to noise. Even the loud jerks earlier that were asking him about the drugs had their mouths completely sealed. The blonde didn't even strayed to the place where that 'Kei-dono' was supposedly resting or whatever he's doing. He'd heard him saying 'the night's still long,' and that's the key to know that he wasn't to be set free for now. So they'll add another torture or two to him!? The thought made Shura tsk, even the blood that flow from his wounded head had dried. There's nothing left to beat him, or are they planning to kill him!? His eyes wondered in the flooring with his own blood pooled underneath him, he felt numb. Even the pain from the beatings earlier had grew far away from his senses. None really mattered, he's left with no choice but to surrender to his faith. --so it's choice A huh... He thought as he heard dozens of steps walking away from the room. The torture's done!? That's it? But the banchou did notice someone still lingering on the room, his sharp hearing caught a few rustles behind his back. It's probably the boss. He'd seen this in a drama; it's where the boss is left inside the room together with the questioned. Or was he watching lot's of it? That it is probably the same from reality? - Do you know what it means to be a leader, boy? He flinched at the sudden talk, for such a long time Kei-dono had finally vested his precious words. And yeah it literally did gave Shura a what-the-actual-fuck-look. Of course he knew what's a leader. A leader is the one who guides and leads. That's what he'd mentally answered as he tried to scan his cerebrum. Well his answer was so off that he didn't event placed verbal powers in it. It just gave him the thought of wonder as to why Kei-dono had brought that up. - Leaders have no friends. I must say that you are really brave to stand up for your gang's interest and their lives, but that can be your downfall. The moment when you see your servants as friends is the moment when you beckon the betrayal. And another words came out from his mouth. Wait. Was he referring Natsuki and Ogura servants!? That did ticked his nerve a bit. They were never his servants and never will. Truth that they did betray him for not giving information about the drugs. But does this Kei-dono learn the meaning of "second chance" or "forgiveness?" He might not look like it but as long as they'd give a remarkably valid explanation, he'll probably let it slide. Though there's still this thing of whacking them for the injuries that he'd got. "You're wrong , Sir. Friends shouldn't be treated servants they're treated to be equals." Shura couldn't get the better out of him and tried to speak his thoughts. Though the latter might obviously dislike his answer, nonetheless, he's willing to fight for his ideals and reasons. Natsuki and Ogura were his friends since elementary days, subordinates in the gang but his buddies when they hang out. They were the ones who forced Shura the rank Banchou coz' of his superiority in terms of leadership and fighting skills. It may sound cheesy in many ways, but Shura treasured them without literally shoving it to their faces. Betrayals couldn't even break their bond of strong kinship. The boss then turned away and brought with him a needle. He felt chills as he saw the boss holding the injection; it's even creepier seeing a Yakuza's boss playing doctor with him. Jaws forcibly grabbed, he felt the tip of the needle ran through his very flesh as the solvent slowly poured within his nerves. "What the hell is this!?" Done with playing obedient he yanked again his head away from the man's hands. His words fused with ire. The leader had wanted him to taste drugs since he'd stole some? Ridiculous! --Damn those idiots, I'm really gonna beat them to death. His fists clenched as he felt his heartbeat irregularly beating; louder thumps and faster beats that were off the seconds. His face rose a visible wonder as it lowered , sharp eyes noticeably silent; trying hard to find the changes that were happening within. Shura didn't wait for long as the aftermath of the drug had caused him visible signs. But drugs don't make your manhoods painfully rise. It was different, he felt his breathing labored as his eyes had started to perform unsteady gazes. The painful throbs from his manhood wanted him to loose free from the chains and touch it. Chains rattling, he tried to focus his gaze and tried to stand but restricted by his broken bones. "Fucker. This is----" he isn't mistaken. He caught Ogura bringing it with him whenever he's making out with his sex buddies. Aphrodisiac, his eyes glimmered with anger. He was doomed when he thought it was drugs but it felt even worse when he knew it was a love drug. It's as if the boss knew that he was still hiding something from him. So he'd settled with pleasure and set aside the torment!? But whatever the case may be... till hell freezes over...he won't fess up Natsuki and Ogura's names. ♫♫♪♪♫♫♪♫♫ RING ~ ♫♫ ♫♫♪♪♫♫♪ ♫♫ ♫♫♪♪♫♫ ♪♫ ♫ The struggling from the weird sensation momentarily stopped as he heard the infamous SoftBank's ringtone from his cellphone. That designated ringtone; his eyes surveyed his pocket. SHIT. it's from a caller I.D name Matsuko Fujiwara, damn that's definitely his mother. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Saga Posted February 14, 2014 Author Share Posted February 14, 2014 "You're wrong , Sir. Friends shouldn't be treated servants they're treated to be equals." His lips didn't part for speech, but probably due to being amazed how naive the other was. How pure; in a way it really pissed him off, to see such a naive being walking on the edge of a dangerous blade. Ryuu didn't comment, he had nothing to offer to such a statement. Not to mention, if he was to go in some philosophic argument with each next person, probably he'd be the owner of a stressful white color of hair. As soon the boy started throwing a fuss about the substance injected into his body the Yakuza's leader took a step back to walk back to the portable table and leave the already empty injection there. A mute sigh escaped his lips and hands reached for each side of the table to lean forth; he had no intention to even touch the boy and get him some relief off the burning feeling taking place into his whole body. Probably he'd have him begging in some of the next few hours, until then he could wait. So much he planned. However, the disturbing sound of melody echoed in the room. Since it was (somehow) empty room, the tune seemed really loud to Ryuu's ears. His head averted slightly to side and pupils seemed to shift in irritation; his body rocked off the table to walk up to the dangling male, who seemed to struggle in pain and a tearing you apart desire. His icy eyes stared at Fujiwara briefly before he averted them to the lower part of his body; two things were noticeable - his hard on and the cell's curves inside the pocket. The boss blankly reached hand for the pocket and took out the phone. His eyes spoke of no reaction or emotion when he saw the boy's mother's name blinking on the phone's screen. Another throw of glance, Ryuu lifted up his chin when hand reached up to flip the phone with the front before Shura's eyes, - I will have you answer this call. However, - he made a small pause, - if you give away your current situation, the morning shall be your never granted wish, boy. - with that he made it clear for the other; one wrong word and he'd get himself down to the pit of abyss. The boss slid his gloved finger against the phone's answer button, carefully placing it on Shura's ear. But even darker thought passed Ryuu's mind. His cold and emotionless eyes moved hellwards the body, reaching the core of burning fire - the boy's crotch. Probably it was painful to be beaten up and your body aching for another kind of touch. His free hand moved to that direction, ears carefully aware of each word spoken out; the slow and very clear sound of unzipping was purposely made to make the boy alarmed for something coming his way. For his luck NOT, the boss' hands were naturally cold and the fabric of leather didn't help much for any warmth to be transferred once in contact with them. Hanagawa pulled the pants harshly to the boy's butt's level along with the underwear; he took his time because no boy would make his mother worry if he brushed her off in some manner different that the usual one; after all mothers' had that odd 'instinct' to tell when their child was troubled. His hand holding the phone was ready to cut the connection off in case Shura would screw up, while the other was finding its cold and gentle way between the boy's legs. With a firm slide of palm he brushed a touch against Fujiwara's inner but yet upper part of thigh when suddenly fingers traveled upwards the hardened staff, to have index' tip gently tease the glans' meatus. The normal pink color has turned to raging red by now, the boss wondered how long the other would last if he kept up with the small teases made around the delicate parts of his body. A sudden push made and he had fingertip dig a bit harshly into the penis' orifice to remind Shura that things would be bad if he screw up over the phone, as well it was time for him to end the conversation. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gin Posted February 14, 2014 Share Posted February 14, 2014 - I will have you answer this call. However, if you give away your current situation, the morning shall be your never granted wish, boy. "I know---I kno--w." He weakly stated as he twitched from the cold screen that was then placed at his ear. Just soft touches from objects made him shudder, he really did tried his best not to lose his composure. But that's just his forgotten wish. Who would probably endure an aphrodisiac with a calm face? Even whores that are sexually aggressive couldn't contain their lust from a love drug. Who was he fooling!? Bead-like sweats started to appear from his pores as it continually dripped at his bloodied shirt. The banchou's slanted eyes were wide, it's as if he's trying to battle the inner cry from the euphemism of his genitalia. He tried to shift from left to right but it did just make his situation worse. Someone, anyone, release him from the chains that binded him. Though despite this dilemma, Shura's glare to Kei-dono was at its peak of fury. To such extent he'd done just for the drugs, had they have low morals!? Even torturing a high school kid. Indeed they have none, Shura thought. "Shura Fujiwara~! It's past your curfew, where are you!?" A hint of concern and anger was visible from the person on the other line. "I'--m staying at Natsu--ki's place. Warii for no--t contac--ting you- before---" He sure can lie without batting an eyelash. His uninvited pause made him lose his senses as the Yakuza boss slowly unzipped his zipper, cold hands slowly maneuvering its way for Shura's doom. "hand--" he continued, glaring at the Yakuza boss who seemed impatient as he gave a look to Shura to end his call immediately. "Are you okay, Shuu, you seem---" "Okay, Fine---" Patches of words didn't really register from his brain, his rationality slowly slipping away from him. "Kay. But do return home tomorrow! Your father's gonna arrive after his long trip. I think you should return tomorrow and accompany me to buy clothes and a sumptuous dinner." Her words were hinted with suspicion but none of it mattered, his parents do trust him after all. The excitement from his mother continued, it felt like century for Shura and how'd he wish she'll eventually stop, he couldn't endure anymore. "!!!!" His body lost its balance as the leader suddenly took off his pants on his butt level. His genitals exposed at the Yakuza leader; a strange flush then appeared at his face. It was weird to be seen in such state aside from his girlfriend. From his squatting position, Shura was then kneeling after the said turn of events. He didn't know what to do; as for the question of answering his mother in the phone and by controlling his lust, it's just too much for the blond to handle. "You --hang--up. I'm hold--ing a console, waRII-----~!!!!" His tone raised an octave as his member was slightly teased as Kei-dono's fingertip slowly made its way at the orifice. But despite the situation, lucky for Shura, his mom ended the call. "No--- no, don't tou--ch . " His breathing took a worse after the call. His long endurance moments ago then disappeared. Unfocused emerald eyes staring at the cold floor. This is just too much for Shura to experience, he's used to combats but not to these 'kind' of combats. "Heh, so you're---a homo---" He still had the guts to speak, blank eyes then surveyed the boss' face. He didn't want to beg for a touch, and never will he. Shura didn't care that he'll go crazy from lust, his pride doesn't concede to begging and stooping down to such level. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Saga Posted February 15, 2014 Author Share Posted February 15, 2014 The snapping sound of phone being flicked for end of call as well beckoned the gesture for hand to place the phone in the boss' own pants' pocket registered in the heating up atmosphere of that room. Ryuu's eyes returned to Fujiwara's face, watching the swollen wounds and cuts against that young to touch skin. Young people could recover fast, so he didn't bothered to worry whether it hurt him or not. Whether it felt good or not; he just wanted names and nothing more. The index that worried his glans' orifice retreated to make a flick motion against the glans, sending a jolting sensation up the boy's spine. Slender fingers wrapped against the hard on for a lazy stroke downwards the length. And then slid it upwards to have thumb brushed against the most sensitive part, having the sharp end of finger, to scrape at the skin below the glans. It didn't ask for much experience to please an organ that was similar to own. Not to mention that Hanagawa was skilled in bed although he's done it only with women so far; but the boy before him really showed anticipation to the touches, speaking of it, he really had some nice voice there. "No--- no, don't tou--ch ." When the other lowered head down, avoiding any further embarrassment to be shown on face, Ryuu tilted head to side as fingers slid down to caress the ball sack. Each touches were gentle and butterfly-like, enough to send a certain dose of jolts up to the brain for it to send back jolts down to the lower part of the body. The boss' eyes showered the flinching body with intense stares, he could devour the male with just the cold gaze of his. A colorless fluid was already sliding down the redness of the boy's cock, it functioned just like any other man's attribute whenever excitement took place. Ryuu's leather glove got dirtied with the pre-cum flowing down the length, lubricating it in a natural gesture. "Heh, so you're---a homo---" That actually didn't bother the Yakuza's leader. The boy was free to assume anything he wanted to; after all the last word belonged to Ryuu, so whatever the other spit in his excitement, pain, frustration or wrath - it didn't matter to the boss. His hand paused the gentle strokes and teases as moved his body closer to the other; his lips reached the level of Fujiwara's ear, voice by low and velvet tone spoke, - Heh; aren't you way too optimistic? The best thing you'd like me to be is 'a homo' rather than what I can show you, boy. - pupils averted to the side, eying the male's profile. It was actually the plain truth. It'd be better to be just a homo than an angry Yakuza's leader not really in mood for already two days, having his goods stolen. Not to mention his boys sent to the hospital. Of all things, sex with him was the best out-come which Shura could hope for. But Ryuu had no intention to take him. His hot breath crashed against Fujiwara's skin for just a bit before he took a step back and headed for the portable table once again. Letting the boy struggle in his own miserable situation, the boss took his time to pick a few things he needed. After all he promised the boy a long night, how could he not keep his words? The leader walked back to the dangling body, standing from behind to kneel down; not bothered by the sight of fine butt cheeks before his face, Ryuu silently wrapped around the boy's thigh a certain tool connected with wire to a vibrating ball ending. He made a pause, sunk in his own thoughts. Somehow the Yakuza's leader was there but still his mind elsewhere. It was always like this, whether he tortured, had sex, even when he had to kill - his mind sank in somewhere far from reality and nothing could bring his attention into the 'now'. A brief of moment he was back on feet, reaching hands from behind the boy; one hand held the mini ball that was actually a vibrating sex toy and his other hand had duct tape. He moved body against Shura's, for his hands to stick that small toy against the boy's glans. Chest firmly pressed into the beaten up body's back, while his crotch had a close contact with the bare butt of Shura. Once he had the duct tape holding the ball against the angry part of the cock, Ryuu wrapped some more of the tape down around the hilt as a substitute for a cock ring. Once when the settings for another kind of torture were done, the boss took his distance again, being awfully silent. He just listened to the heavy breathing of the boy and the creaking sound of chains when he jerked. With one flick he had the toy switched on, next moment he was too far from the light in the room. Back to the portable table, he was. There was the neat set of sharp missiles made specially for 'body darts'. Yakuza liked extreme things and in some cases eccentric to one's understanding. Even a known children games could be turned into horrible version once Yakuza had the idea stuck in mind. In Shura's case, the boss felt like playing the throwing game of darts. But more darker version - body darts, where the target was Fujiwara's body. The boss reached hand for the chair near the table, making the scratching noise against floor once he dragged it. His eyes dead to emotion, he settled the chair a few meters away from Shura, having the chair placed backwards of its right position. He sat on it, spreading legs as to set forearms on the chair's back. Back to the torture, huh. The Yakuza's leader played with the sharp objects in hand, watching the body in front of him. - I am very patient, but you really have a bad timing, boy. - so said the boss raised his arm, chest lightly bucked up as he darted and threw the small missile straight at Fujiwara's left thigh. It stuck so perfectly fine; the boss actually was a really good shooter, he never missed be it with the blade or the gun. Speaking of sharp eyes, huh. - Still not feeling like talking? - he stroked the next missile in hand. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gin Posted February 15, 2014 Share Posted February 15, 2014 *huff *huff only the panting that came from the blond was heard between the four walls of the dim room. They say that 'Fear is often greater than the danger itself' but in Shura's case, it's completely the opposite. The young male didn't feared the boss but he'd started to grow one as he saw the things that were on Kei-dono's hands. His worn out body and those loud throbs from his member, he's almost about to cum without even touching himself. No matter how crazy the situation he's gotten himself into, the banchou's still in control of his body. The young banchou gazed at the emotionless leader, he really wanted to direct some questions or curse him loud for doing such things. His body immediately responded with a twitch as the yakuza inched forward towards him. Even a halfwit like him would understand what those things Kei-dono was holding. "..gh.." Cold toy wrapped in a compressed manner at his member as the base of his genital was tightly wrapped by a tape. His eyes slowly surveyed at his member while his feet tried to remove the taped object from his organ. Even his lame acrobatic moves was put to an end as the toy started to move. Shura wanted to sit but couldn't due to the chain's short reach. "kuuuu----" His eyes slowly dripped salt water. The blond slowly shook his head to shove the pleasuring motions away. A strike of pain from his throbbing member registered to his brain together with the lust made from the aphrodisiac injected earlier. Chains, rattling, Shura tried to close his eyes to build his camp of endurance but it did failed miserably. "ng---" His back slightly stretched as small veins started to pop from his restricted member. Shura wanted to come badly as precum started dripping from the tip of his member. His saliva slowly dripped away from his chin. What a face he was making, knitted brows, face like of a tomato and wide eyes that look like he's having a severe diarrhea. Never would his subordinates imagine their Banchou looking so erotic like that. They'd probably faint from seeing him at such embarrassing position. Though Shura thought that it was pure exaggeration having saliva's drip during sex but this time he'd experience one and it's not even sex! He curse his weak-willed body for succumbing to such humiliation. He could count sheeps just to throw the unsatisfied pleasure, as if it would work.... Hopeless pleas and ideas had stricken inside his head. Yet in the end, Shura had come to such idea of biting his lower lip, pool of blood fused with saliva started to appear from his mouth. The struggle for pleasure was slightly replaced by the pain. Fist in a clenched position, he closed his eyes hoping that unconsciousness would take him away. *togshk Pulled back to reality he immediately yanked his body just to see his thigh being impaled by a sharp dart. It hang loosely for a bit after he wriggled and took it off' crimson liquid then slowly followed. Damn him and his eccentricity!!! Shura harshly turned his head at the boss who was relaxing himself while staring at him from the dark corner. Eyes that flickered in pure coldness were visible from his position, Kei-dono's expression did make Shura shudder a bit. How many had he killed, he thought..... - Still not feeling like talking? "Will y--ou-- cut-- out. There's noth--ng to talk. " Even a kid could speak properly than him but the way things are, there's no way Shura can speak smoothly with his usual spunk. There's nothing left to talk. And then again, his thoughts are full of conviction of not telling Natsuki and Ogura's names. Minutes felt like hours, waves of pleasure and pain had started to distort his brain. Until then, rationality was then out of the question. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Saga Posted February 15, 2014 Author Share Posted February 15, 2014 "Will y--ou-- cut-- out. There's noth--ng to talk. " A raise of hand came up, the boss guided his chin against the gloved knuckles, still stroking with fingertips the next missile. Madness. It was just like asking the Yakuza's leader to continue with the torture. Was it a foolish choice or a loyalty? Ryuu couldn't tell these part, to be honest, it actually annoyed him. The simple thought that an eighteen-years-old punk could be more loyal than most of his dogs.., more than his friend. That was laughable! A slight chuckle escaped him at the fucken irony that stabbed his head; he tortured a loyal person more than he tortured a traitor. What was that bitter taste again? He squeezed the line of jaw as abruptly threw the next missile with more force than the first one into the boy's abdomen. He denied the thought of accepting such a half-assed loyalty. Did Fujiwara think that death was the only escape from this situation, so he acted so brave? Ryuu knew that the punk hid something; else he'd have broken by now. There had to be a reason for him to hold onto his torn apart pride with eyes as daring as from the beginning of his hell. It seemed he has never watched Death straight into the eyes; well, if that was the case, Hanagawa could grant him some of the feeling. The boss' gaze turned into ominous one. Two more throws followed; one against the chest and the second into the ribs. It has been only thirty minutes since they were left alone in the room, so Ryuu wondered in what state the boy would be by the morning. Judging by the color of Shura's hands he has been on these chains for a whole day. Most probably he couldn't feel the arms, not to mention the blood wouldn't reach there. Ryuu glanced up to the top, then back at Fujiwara's face. So troublesome; now he had to get himself dirty. A small hop of leg to side, he rose off the chair. The tall figure of his walked Shura's way, and it wasn't really needed to go on tiptoes to get the chains loosened. The male was close to 6'4 (193cm) tall. So the stretch of his arms up granted him enough of height to reach for the chains. He had his arm guide the boy's body from behind while the other quickly flicked the metal of lock around to let Shura be finally free off the restrains. Why he was actually bothering to begin with. He could kill him right away and find the shit of punks in other way. Even if meant to murder all the people in the boy's cell phone list. A nice idea actually passed through his mad mind. As soon the body completely leaned on the Yakuza's boss' one, he had Fujiwara hopped over shoulder. It felt really uncomfortable actually. Ryuu hated to get dirty in whatever sense. God knew how bloody his clothes would get, not to mention the boy's excited and hot meat pressed with its naturally lubricated length into Hanagawa. The other seemed a beat, literally. His body took weak despite the sensation of muscles; the boss could tell the younger was trained solely for fighting. Wondered if he could deal with him as good as now, if Shura was all sound and good. That really embedded the excitement in Ryuu; the wild feline in its best shape. However, the boss wasn't really in a pink mood right now. Slowly he walked to the portable table in the dark corner, having his arm hold the body against shoulder, while the other flipped over the table to have it settled for ''the fun''. He let the body drop harshly onto the table, which luckily could take the weight of Shura. Before Fujiwara could even think to use his legs, to strike or kick - the boss captured them firmly as spread them open so he can find his torso between them. The half pushed down pants of Shura didn't allow close contact between them, but the boss hovered over the boy, setting his hands on each side of the table. - So, if you don't feel like talking. I will force it out of you. How about I start hunting and killing people from your cell phone list? I couldn't care less who is innocent and who is not; when I want something, I get it. - each word sounded scarier than the previous one, not to mention the leader kept lowering his body down, bending over Shura until their lips were a few inches away. - Should I start with your mummy? I wonder if she'd like to be the Yakuza's piss toilet. - the more one angered that male, the nastier he could get. Not to mention, his gentleness was five hundred times scarier when turned into arrogance. If pain and pleasure was out of question, then mind abuse could always get the young punks shit pants. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gin Posted February 15, 2014 Share Posted February 15, 2014 Foolish choice? Nein(no) Loyalty? Barely. It did work like a maze on what's running inside the young male's mind. He then congratulated himself for pissing the ever-calm leader royally. That did pave way for a token of some bloody darts harshly thrown at his body again. Only a light shriek could be heard from his weak and lifeless body. Call it funny, he look like a mouse trapped at a mouse trap. It was inevitable for him to think of such manner. All that appeared inside his head was completely nothingness. Forget the path to be set-free, he really did prefer death than to pursue the things that were happening to him. --just give me my death wish and I can goddamn rest in peace... His eyes flickered as it clashed at the cold stare. It was rather short-lived but he wanted to end the misery that he didn't deserve that badly. If he's gonna spout two random names, the mind reader or something like a lie detector of a boss could easily find out and make matters worse. But what's there to fear at!? Shura's gradually experiencing a tour to hell. His thoughts came to an end as he felt his arms dramatically slammed at the cold floor together with his body, unconsciously leaning at the boss who did carried him afterwards. Though he felt numb moments ago, he could gradually feel his hands as he tried to close it and open afterwards. Eyes straying at the wall as he was carried lightly, none of it mattered. Emerald orbs started to droop another level after he was placed at the cold table. Funny, the coldness didn't even registered at his brain, only the wriggling of the vibrator did. Labored breaths visibly appearing as if he'd been in a snowy day, Shura's body was at his limit. He simply couldn't endure, any torture or pain more than that will end his body in a total shut down. But that's great, really great than suffering he so thought. - So, if you don't feel like talking. I will force it out of you. How about I start hunting and killing people from your cell phone list? I couldn't care less who is innocent and who is not; when I want something, I get it. - "Heh." What's this? Shura's eyebrow behind his blood covered hair raised a bit. Hearing him stating those words felt like listening to a spoiled brat that wants some new toys, ASAP. The threat never wavered Shura. Who was he fooling? He couldn't go to a random killing spree just to get what he wants. That's rather time consuming--- Checkmate, being immune to threats Shura didn't even tensed nor spout pleading words despite his rigid state. Whether his threats were empty or not, none of it scared the banchou. Go on. He could kill them, if he can. What did brought such courage to the stage of danger? That's definitely a thing only the blond knows. - Should I start with your mummy? I wonder if she'd like to be the Yakuza's piss toilet. - "So it---has come to---this. HAH--fine i'll give you a name---you-- w--anted that---ba--dly righ--? " Though he's suffering he could still muster some words. His hands suddenly raised as it did surprise the Yakuza boss a bit. But awfully it didn't fire a punch at him, instead, it slowly landed at his member. He gave a short 'hah' as his touches finally, FINALLY, landed at his member, his momentary touches made him close his eyes as he felt the long sensation of touching his member. Splurt| Without further a do, despite being restricted by a tape, a shot of hot semen were thrown at the Yakuza's boss. Bits of it splattered on his clean clothing. He's totally asking his death wish by doing such daring performance. Even his embarrassing expression moments ago disappeared immediately. Shura's just acting like Shura..... "HAH. Shura Fujiwara----that--s the-- name..." As his breathing started to return back to its normal though his member didn't go limp after he came. Slanted eyes then surveyed the predator near him. What expression will 'Kei-dono' make? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Saga Posted February 16, 2014 Author Share Posted February 16, 2014 Body language could tell you more about the person than he could speak himself. Shura's case was no different. The boy seemed too relaxed when the boss tried with threats. However, he didn't know that the threats of random street gangs were different than the Yakuza's boss' threats. Whatever Ryuu 'promised', he would do it. So ruthless the man was. "So it---has come to---this. HAH--fine i'll give you a name---you-- w--anted that---ba--dly righ--? " Hanagawa listened carefully and calmly because the boy needed quite some time to order the sentence and speak it out; his condition was getting worse with each next minute. If he wasn't young actually he might have been already passing the other side. The body had a limit to how much of a shock it could take. And just when the boss was most wiry, a sudden shift was made; Ryuu actually expected everything - a punch, in case the boy had the full strength to make it a painful punch; spitting in his face and even bumping his head against Ryuu's head. After all, men treasured their mothers. Once you spoke about their 'Queen', you had to find a nice spot on the graveyard. Even so the boss wasn't surprised at the quick shift and movement of arms. He really thought that Shura would punch him. But he beckoned it, so brows slightly frowned when Fujiwara did move. It was because Hanagawa thought how idiotic would be if he would punch him; predictable idiots were most boring. But then... ::Splurt:: His pupils widened at the surprising outcome; the boss could predict everything, that was actually what a leader had to do all his life - predict and then strategy; But how come he was so surprised!? His eyes stared down the other, completely aware and consumed by 'the now'. For first time his attention was drawn back on earth, a thing that no one could manage to do except Kazuma. And the surprise didn't end there. "HAH. Shura Fujiwara----that--s the-- name..." The boss actually just realized how beautiful and erotic the boy was despite the cuts and wounds covering his body. Probably because he wasn't really 'there' before, but Shura got him forced into his wild world - crazy youth, c r a z y. Ryuu's eyes couldn't even disconnect from the boy's eyes; his conscious bathed in Shura's sharp and daring gaze which was hazy from the orgasm he had just now. The boy's chest moved irregularly up and downwards, catching on his heart rhythm. Slight trembles would escape him now and then, while some of the more serious cuts got reopened because of the rush of blood through his whole body due to the climax. Hanagawa was close enough to get dirtied; the pants that were like a 'wall' between them got the boss in such a hovering position that could get his chest wide open for the boy to come on. For a moment Ryuu actually couldn't believe it; his shirt covered with the thick substance. Then again, his eyes sharpened back into their composed gesture. He got his hand off the table to reach for his shirt, eyes not leaving the boy. With a caress against own chest his leather glove wiped off the sperm, raising it up to side for a throw of glance. //"Right. He really came on me. ...Ahahaha. He really came on me despite his life on line?" // Second was needed for Ryuu to register his thoughts, lips parted slightly as eyes returned to the other. //"Are you kidding me, boy?" // Dirtied gloved hand moved away from his face, to get the boy back into his field of vision. //"Amusing."// Without realizing it, Ryuu was already thinking about the boy; not about death, not about despair, not about Kazuma, not even about his filthy life. Just the boy. Come to think of it, he just heard the boy's name for first time. //"..Shura, huh?" // A faint grin spread across lips when his own hand moved down, thumb caressed the bottom lip of Shura, index and middle finger gently scraping the cheek of the other; of course, it was the gloved hand with sperm on. - Aren't you way too comfortable, Shura? - suddenly his cold voice took another tune; it was a voice no one could even imagine. Velvet, calm, but yet burning you with its mysterious and teasing notes deep within. His eyes were relaxed in a very composed manner; his whole attention was swallowed into the beautiful creature beneath him. And like said before, the boss loved beauty. But even more he adored inner beauty; Shura seemed to have intrigued the Yakuza's boss. Despite being dirtied, a thing which could get him out of his mind into the madness, Ryuu was rather interested about the other than about his own cleanness. A slip of his thumb into the boy's mouth, he didn't really care if the wild feline would bite him. His other hand moved away from the table to have the boss' height really visible for one. He moved for a bit backwards, just to pull at the pants and underwear; he just needed one leg freed of the fabrics, letting the other part dangle from Shura's leg. - If you offer yourself so openly, how can I ignore such a determination? - by his low but yet hypnotizing voice, Ryuu settled between these legs. He finally had contact with the bare butt; hand slipped down from Shura's mouth to the neck. His hand wrapped around it, threatening to strangle but just a mid-powerful squeeze came. His body was enough of big and strong to hold down the other. He has been into many fights, battles and even mafia wars, some school gangster couldn't be match to such an experienced body. Hanagawa's free hand found a nice spot against the boy's knee, making sure the leg would stay far enough for him to scare a bit the other with his crotch grinding against the 'unprotected' butt. It wasn't the first time Yakuza would deal with males this way - raping them. Just the boss would leave the sex part to his subordinates. They deserved to have fun, didn't they? However, somehow he wanted that man for himself although he never tasted the flesh of another man. And by the look of it, Shura was a virgin. His reactions to pleasure were too innocent, so the boss could figure at least so much. The firm torso of Hanagawa bent down, having his board shoulders hover over Fujiwara, the hand against the boy's neck didn't move. He kept squeezing the air out the other, just to have the warmth of his tongue roll against the boy's cracked lip corner. Koshikawa seemed to have gone a bit wild with the beating, which one its hand annoyed Ryuu. Somehow, all of a sudden, the Yakuza's boss thought.... //"Ah, what is this irritation? I want to kill Koshikawa for having too much of fun with him.." // Just like a spoiled kid, having his belonging used by someone else, his possessive side was awoken. Ryuu really raged within despite the cool and calm composure. //"I'll annihilate anyone who touches him." // With his insane thoughts, which brought forth his wrath, the boss forced his tongue into Shura's mouth; he finally let the boy breathe however.., breathe from the forceful kiss Ryuu crashed against his will. The boss mouth tasted like alcohol and cigarettes; just like the taste of an adult. His lips locked Fujiwara into dominating tonguing. Hanagawa caught the jaw of the boy, to keep him in place, while his own tongue scraped over the mouth's roof of the other. He devoured any space in that bloody to taste mouth; fighting over and over with Shura's tongue which seemed to unwelcome at first the boss, Ryuu stared firmly at the other. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gin Posted February 16, 2014 Share Posted February 16, 2014 Fact | giving Yakuza's your complete name is certainly having a contract with a devil. They can trace and haunt you as easy as verbally counting 1 2 3. Yakuza's are forces to be reckoned with and like a moth caught in a flame, Shura was then forcibly trapped. Enough with this idioms, his eyes then focused at the man who had a visible reaction. The banchou didn't expect to break that poker face for a bit since he thought that it's just like a fortified castle that's hard to break in. --so he could be surprised? that's new.... Did his actions surprise the boss that much!? The latter's gazes were completely different moments ago. Yes, they were cold but his gazes right now were focused entirely towards Shura; they were before, but this time it wasn't that empty. He flinched for a bit as he saw what the boss was doing in front of him. Observing his every move keenly, Shura watched the boss place his gloved hand atop his dirtied shirt. What the hell was this man in front of him doing!? Shura never felt this defeated, how he'd wish he could read some of the latter's thoughts. But too bad he's just not the type to over analyze and predict--he's mostly on the instincts side. Kei-dono's gaze returned back to him; this is getting creepy. He's still on a blur state and from the looks of it, it'll most probably last for a long period. - Aren't you way too comfortable, Shura? "You be-t I--am," Honest as f*ck, indeed he was. He was really comfortable compared to his chained position. The sudden call of his name did surprise him for a bit. The latter's baritone voice did change for a bit and had stricken him another curiosity. Though Kei-dono did asked him for a different 'comfort.' Shura's just walking fiercely on a field full of landmine, idiotically clueless. And him without knowing that he's just adding oil to fire. The dirtied glove didn't even bothered him, he's used to dirt anyways and isn't really mindful of a couple messes. Kei-dono's gloved thumb slowly entered his mouth. Shura on the other hand welcomed it with a light bite, gnawing it like it's some kind of meat. His gaze was also plastered at Kei-dono; like whoever looks away loses, was on Shura's head most of the time. The scene was becoming more and more sensual. --What the fuck am I doing!? Inner thoughts that weren't conveyed properly were outrun by the lust that intoxicated him. - If you offer yourself so openly, how can I ignore such a determination? - Determination? Shura couldn't answer questions that are vague for his mind to comprehend. He wasn't seducing, that's the fact. He's even lucky enough that the boss did stop from his ever-painful dart game. But at the same time due to his overflowing luck, he reverted back to bad ones for having Kei-dono's interest piqued. Or was it a good thing? "Kuuu---" As Kei-dono started to grind his lower part in front Shura's butt; the situation started to get dirty. He then realized, he's just witty in these times, that he's going to play the part of a woman. Kei-dono's gonna perform this 'rape' towards him. So he's gonna be a virgin no more. And his first time happened to be a man, no way in hell! If he'd known he'll be taken from the back; he should've had sex with Yukie. It just so stupid of him to focus on fighting mongrels, he should've paid attention to sex. He tried to move away from the Yakuza but a firm grip was then initiated by the leader. All his force of struggling for escape concentrated on searching for an oxygen to breathe. Right hand trying to remove Kei-dono's hand from his neck while the other one pulled Kei-dono's shirt from the back. --Goddamit~! His struggle for air was intense due to his weakened state. Some of his wounds did open before and the rest had started to open by now due to his force that want to break away from Kei-dono's strange behavior. "mmfff~!!!" A kiss then successfully invaded his mouth, forcibly throwing in the uninvited tongue inside. Shura started to grow pale. The boy isn't used to long kisses, to his dismay, even breathing while kissing wasn't his forte. His girlfriend doesn't even kiss that hard. Unknown warm tongue pinned his, even the Yakuza's tongue was full of might. --An adult's kiss... His comparing stopped, tasting another brand of tobacco aside from his with a twist of strong liquor with a label that is unknown to him. His tongue battled Kei-dono's, inadvertently pushing it away from his mouth. He should quickly remove it or else---or else-- he'll again succumb to pleasure. The vibrator was still there, another salt water came from his eyes. He's not sad, he's not dramatic---the situation was just confusing his senses. The poor blond's starting to drown with lust. His heightened state, his throbbing cock, his bloodied body, his internal struggles; all of it did stir a mess inside him. A situation wherein a highschool boy couldn't just handle it on his own. Dancing in the palms of a dangerous enemy, Shura was starting to get hypnotized by the dangerous pleasure forcibly casted on him like a wicked spell. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Saga Posted February 16, 2014 Author Share Posted February 16, 2014 There was actually a reason why many women got in row to sleep with Ryuu; it wasn't only for the power and money, that man had his ways even in bed. Whether it was some whore or the daughter of a business' partner, they all moaned same way - loud and hard. With time Hanagawa grew bored with them, so sex was actually a way to relieve stress and nothing more. However, he never had a virgin...,to top it all the virgin was a male. With popping sound he let the other take a breath, feeling the gripping for some privacy hand against his shirt from behind. Was the punk scared or excited? Or maybe both? Ryuu's eyes were sharp for any sign to give away the answer to his question; tongue licked his own bottom lip, grinning faintly at the out-of-breath Shura beneath. - So all needed to make you submit was a kiss? - it wasn't full submission, however the boy's body seemed to respond just fine to Ryuu's tongue. Not wasting time the boss reached down to feel the throbbing hotness of Fujiwara's manhood; his gathered hair behind let the fine lines of his face be visible from close despite the dark corner they were located. Fingers drummed against the cock for a slight tease, while thumb pressed harsher onto the vibrating egg against the glans' orifice. The boss noticed the wounds being reopened one by one, blood seemed like black ink in the dark. But somehow Ryuu wanted to make Fujiwara remember this night. Pleasure or pain, better would be if both all together. His gloved hand slid from Shura's neck in a lazy manner down to the boy's chest, feeling each curve under his palm. Such a beautiful body, he thought. The moment he felt the wetness of blood slip his leather gloved hand just like being oiled, he made a pause. Index' fingertip dag into the wound like bullet through flesh. He reminded the boy it was a torture room here, not the red district in Japan. A faint smirk scrolled over velvet lips, he felt the warmth of blood squish out the more he dag his finger into the boy's torso. There was some wound open, probably the flesh was cracked from either a sharp object or Koshikawa's guys used knives as well. Either way, he could deepen the wound whenever he felt like it. Hanagawa's lips relaxed as he lowered his chin down, letting eyelids close. The hand against Shura's length could feel the tensed vein pulsing. He enjoyed the warmth transferred from that body to his hands. After all, he was naturally coldblooded; in each sense. For some odd reason, Ryuu always found it odd to have cold hands, but it always felt good to ''suck'' the warmth off someone. Not even to take a note of the current state of the body beneath him, Ryuu's door to sadism was cracked open. Eyes slid open, the gaze was more than thrilling, rather more than like of a predator - just a pure beast. The Yakuza's boss leaned forth even more, not bothered by the hand which kept pulling at his shirt; he ground his crotch abusively hard against Shura's butt, teeth finally reached for the boy's chin when scraped against the skin for a butterfly-bite. :: SQUISH :: He forced his finger even further into the wound, making it enough of big so blood started leaking in a free manner while the other hand stroked the youngster's cock. His eyes stared at the boy's open lips; it was exciting him to see the pain and pleasure drawn all over the boy's body and face. Even if he held the voice back, even if he acted tough..., the boss already tasted the rolled off tears that parted from Shura's chin. Tongue followed the teeth, he licked under the chin after the bite; tongue's tip departed from the chin's edge with grace letting the warmth of his tongue be desired once again. Without a notice, he scraped the finger out. Yes, he scraped it out as finger was curled a bit, making the body feel the retreat of his in each corner of Shura's brain. With a shift to side and then downwards, the boss completely lowered onto the boy's torso. His lips caressed the pulsing wound, he bet it hurt as if being torn apart. He smirked into the bleeding opening, his lips dubbed with the crimson liquid; he bared the teeth to bite exactly into the abused newly opening of Shura's body. After just a bit, Ryuu treated the wound as if he was giving oral; tongue slid against the shape of it. He felt the tensed muscles, before tongue completely licked upwards the escaping the body blood. He didn't forget about the other part of Shura; how could he? It was raging in his palm after each change in the stroking- pace. He tortured the boy with slow paced strokes, then would suddenly shift to harsher jerks; but never he reached the pleading for touch cock's glans. Hanagawa's heart rose the rhythm on its own; without knowing it, Ryuu was already getting excited just by listening to the boy's reactions or even feeling them under the cold hands of his. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gin Posted February 16, 2014 Share Posted February 16, 2014 "fwaaaah" The blond's chest expanded upward and downward causing him a couple of spasms for moving in such an extended manner. His wounds are all open again. Shura slowly closed his eyes trying to find comfort even just for a mere seconds. - So all needed to make you submit was a kiss? - True. It did really place a huge stop of his wildness, that kiss that was initiated before. But never he'll admit to Kei-dono that he's addicted to it. If so, it's like announcing his humiliation to the public. From the looks of it, the man's completely holding lots of sex techniques within him, there's no way for an eighteen year old virgin to acquire such prior to his cherry days. The boss again started to tease his member, right hand still gripping hard at the back of the boss, Shura wanted him to stop. The man in front of him had started to act like a cannibal, biting his chin in such a manner. The male immediately yanked his head before his chin becomes another separate part. "!!!!" He let a soundless scream away from his mouth. No voice came, he just couldn't summon one despite all the sounds he'd performed earlier. It was as if his arousal state changed back to pain. PAIN, he hated that feeling. The banchou isn't good at dealing with such sensation. Huge finger tried to invade the small cut from his torso, delving deeper and deeper to the inner skin. Shura arched his back finding leeway to the painful sensation he's experiencing. His mouth still wide open, as his slanted eyes started to widen again. It was even weird seeing him like that, a shout with no voice nor sound at all. An unpleasant feeling occurring in varying degrees of severity made him dug his nails at the latter's back. --stop...no.... He didn't like the words that were formulated within, it's as if he turned to a different person. The male had to take drastic measure to cease all this insanity away. Both pain and pleasure; he can't handle it both to the extremes. "nhhh---" He could even let out such cry after the Yakuza of a boss started to grind dirtily atop his ass. He was literally disgusted with himself, any more than this; he couldn't even forgive himself. If you could give Shura a medal, it's definitely Gold. In terms of strong endurance from physical, sexual and psychological attacks ; the guy deserves a gold medal and a speech, definitely a must have. But he was at his limit already, it's just his braveness and fierceness that left the severely wounded body having a consciousness of its own. Now is the time to force shut down like how he'd always perform to his computer when it hang accidentally. He's getting weaker and paler even recovering the right to breathe wasn't the solution to bring back his color. He lost lots of blood. Imagine him being beaten whole day and even tortured sadistically the whole night. He wasn't superman to neglect and heal those deep wounds immediately; Shura was just a human. He slowly released Kei-dono from the back as both of his hands find spot at Kei-dono's wrists. In this whole farce, he didn't even scored, neither did he hurt the other or kick him like a wild mad dog. Shura then placed both the gloved hands atop his chest. "I'm all in a mess. I think you had enough..." His words were weak, pupils slowly drifting upwards. "When I sleep, you dare not disturb..." In a brief seconds, the weakened hand traveled swiftly grabbing the boss' neck tie, forcibly pulling him nearer to him. "And by the way, please do return my phone." His hands traveled at the boss pocket; as he slowly tapped it from outside. Even he had time remembering his phone; that'll serve as some purpose soon. Smooch| He didn't know what face the boss was making. It's a sign that his consciousness was slipping. He felt the boss' warm lips atop his cold ones. The color of his usual reddish lips slowly turned paler; his irregular heartbeats settled to slower ones; and his throbbing cock, well, he could take care of it some other time. "I'll take this as a rememb----rance----" The shaking hands then removed from its gripping state as the lips that connected recently part ways. Shura did have a different meaning when he spoke the term "sleep." Even when he's napping he didn't use such word mainly because in Shura's vocabulary, sleep means death. It's like him giving authority to the boss to throw his body anywhere the latter wanted to. Chop it and use it as a foundation for a constructed building or dispose it in Tokyo bay; whatever Kei-dono's mind fancy. And him asking for his cellphone, that means he wanted his supposedly 'dead' body to be recognized. At least there's something his parents could cremate and mourn over. He chose death over pleasure and pain....there's still a limit to his eccentricity.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Saga Posted February 17, 2014 Author Share Posted February 17, 2014 Wicked, that night was so damn wicked. In each sense that word could take. Ryuu noticed the boy's body getting weaker and colder each next minute, but he seemed to rely on the thought of 'being young'. Yet, seemingly Hanagawa forgot what it meant to be a human. It probably was due to the harsh and dangerous life he led; death surrounded him so it was just natural for him to be extreme to such a degree. However, he never had someone he wanted to treat gently or with care; all he knew was pain, force and despair. The movement made to gather the boss' hands onto Shura's chest made the older male raise his gaze; he found that beautiful face at its limit. "I'm all in a mess. I think you had enough..." The boss' sharpened eyes moved to capture the trembles of these weak hands holding him. Then back up, when the other spoke again, "When I sleep, you dare not disturb..." //" You must be kid-..."// As soon as he thought was about to be shot in his head, Shura grabbed him by the loosened necktie for a pull. Ryuu's eyes took on another taken-by-surprise look; not as wide as the first time, but still. Demanding and daring, what a boy. "And by the way, please do return my phone." Gladly the boss was pulled closer, so he could hear Fujiwara's weak voice; if he was in some more distance, he'd surely have trouble to catch on all words spoken - was the boy always so fragile? Ryuu just started to see what was beneath the tough gangster; after all he was just an eighteen-years-old boy. Even so, for a youngster he really had the guts and his way of dealing with things; such credits the boss could give so far. Lips connected again, it felt just as if taking a goodbye. Was the kiddo planning to die on the boss? "I'll take this as a rememb----rance----" . . . . The silence was loud. The boy seemed so lifeless and pale. The flame which got the boss burned seemed to have grown cold. A squeeze of jaw was the only reaction the boss could offer right now. He hissed in his brain; damn that fucken youth. A second later he relaxed his jawline, lips parted as brows locked in a frown. - I shall be damned... - he muttered under nose ever so quietly; he was partly annoyed, but yet why he didn't feel like taking rid of the body? He kept staring down at the unconscious boy for some seconds. What was it? That damn annoying feeling, what was it? He could deal with Fujiwara's family with no worry. He could find the names in any way he wanted, even if it meant to waste a day or two. He could even shoot the boy right after he refused to speak after each method was tried. But even so...,even so the boss kept avoiding it. Indeed, he would be damned. An inhaled dose of air, he rose from the lifeless body. Without fixing his messed and dirty clothes he headed for the door, with a sharp pull he opened it. Outside his boys were ordered in a perfect line, bowing. - Bring me the blood banks; all types we've got. - the boss was ever so composed although the guys outside were in utter shock. How could the boss be so dirty and bloody!? He never touched anyone. Not to mention they didn't even hear any sound from the room coming. Was the boy dead? The boss never took rid of someone, dirtying himself. That was something new. - ..Are you all deaf!? - he rose a pitch of voice. - Yes, sir! - a few servants hurried to some direction in the basement. That place was equipped with all what was needed to torture; if someone wasn't allowed to die, they could always use blood banks to restore the balance in body. - Koshikawa. - the boss kept his gaze into the dark corridor, while speaking. - Y-yes, sir! - true was that the male was a bit scared right now. - Didn't I tell you to keep him alive? - ..But, boss... He was alive when you got he-... - a sudden kick came into his stomach, which sent him into the wall behind. The boss was visibly mad at Koshikawa. Everyone thought it was due to screwing up with the boss' goods, but one to wonder what was actually the real reason for the boss' kick. - You, pig head, talk back once again I will cut off your worthless tongue. Silence took place again when Ryuu slammed the door close behind after he walked inside the room, again. He could see the lake of blood; a sudden shift to side, the room was indeed cold. A quick raise of hand, he checked the watch on wrist; it's been only three minutes so far. Call it luck, but Hanagawa's real dream was to be a doctor one day. Who would imagine the boss was actually a very educated man? - 'Che.. - a discontent click of tongue, he reached for the long coat of his which was by his side from when he got first here. With a pace on walk, he made way back to the boy. He pulled Shura's pants completely off, then lifted carefully the boy's upper body to take off the shirt. It was wise to do so while the blood was fresh, else it'd stick to the wounds once they dry. Letting Shura be completely nude before him, Ryuu's lips drew a rather guilty feeling on corners while wrapping the body with his long coat. He pulled the boy to his chest, embracing him while lifting the body up, gloved fingers of his free hand reached to check on the pulse against neck. It was rather weak, but still felt. Suddenly the door was opened, - Sir! We got the blood b..an..ks.. - struck by the sight, his guys blinked as if seeing the boss in some new light. Why the heck he was holding the boy like some princess!? - You've got something to say? - the boss sounded like a mad beast. - NO! NO, SIR! - they straightened their backs, almost like being in the army. - Good. Check his clothes for the ID. We need his blood type. The servants got it, so the boss wanted to keep the boy alive. Was it for another series of torture, or there was something more? Especially after seeing him not caring about getting dirtied, using his own clothes on someone else..to top it all, they noticed the boss' hard on. But fear knew no admiration, it was the admiration itself; as the saying went. No one would dare to even ask or tease the boss; the last thing on earth was the pry nose in his privacy. - Found it, sir! - Good. Get the needed bank. - he turned around,spinning on heel. - Where are we taking him, sir? - the bodyguard in head asked, so they could prepare the car ready to depart. - My place. - !!! - all dark clothed men got speechless. The boss was serious!? He seemed deadly serious; especially with that bothered look on his face. //"Stop messing around, kid. As if I will allow you to die." // His thoughts were the pure truth. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gin Posted February 17, 2014 Share Posted February 17, 2014 "Ogura!!!" "What the hell are you calling in the middle of the night!? Get a life!" As another forceful response was thrown back to the first caller. "You get a life!!! Shura's been missing the whole day! THE WHOLE DAY! I can't contact his phone!" "Natsuki you're not his mom. Banchou-sama's been a closet game otaku since preschool days remember?--he's just strolling at Akihibara by now." "Strolling your ass! He isn't, his mom called me earlier to wake him up early. And guess what, huh!?" "what---" he replied lazily. A conversation of the idiots, almost sprinkling their saliva all over the cellphone. "He's not even here! What the hell is he up to!? Yukie's starting to nag me, you share the burden too!!!" "She's not my girlfriend asshole!! God! you're really annoying, let's just search for him..." "Was he by any chance---dead." "HAH. That Shura!? Dead!? Pull that joke to someone else." "Whatever man. We really need to find him--I've got a bad feeling about this, hope he's alive and kickin'," "AHAHAH he is. There's no broken mug or frames here so he's fine, no premonitions..." "so that's the reason why you're so calm about this, you superstitious shit." :beep: :beep: :beep: Natsuki and Ogura then immediately left their places. Though they have to admit that they felt nervous for Shura's long absence. The guy's not usually prancing somewhere else without visiting their hideout first. Shura never informed him where he's going but he usually leaves the words, "off." or "back." Cryptic bastard, giving his friends a rough time ahead. They'd hope he isn't involved in something serious. Well if he is, from the looks of their faces; they're going to shoulder the burden of doing such illegal trade. "I heard my classmates fussing early the morning about a gunshot fired..." Ogura stated out of the blue, both of them running towards the hideout. "You should've told me that in the first place!!!" The both running male immediately disappeared behind the dark park as they ran as fast as they could towards the ruined building. Meanwhile in Shura's unconscious state. His frows furrowed extremely, dreaming of something... Shura Fujiwara must leave his life behind in search of answers, in search of the truth. In revelations, master assassin Fujiwara walks in the footsteps of the legendary mentor Altair, on a journey of discovery and revelation. It is a perilous path — one that will take Shura to Constantinople, the heart of the Ottoman Empire, where a growing army of Templars threatens to destabilize the region. "What the hell--" he muttered in utmost disbelief seeing himself dressed up with the usual robe from the main character of the game he usually played. To think that it was all part of his bizarre dreams, it's completely old-fashioned. Nevertheless, the fact that he was wearing the same coat and same weapon made him ponder a bit that fiction is better than truth. Aimlessly falling at the long structure, Shura tried to chase the opponent in strange clothing. He's undeniably fast. Wearing a visibly red cloak. The enemy then stopped running. Grin only visible from the latter's face, Shura tried to apprehend the man. But a revelation then immediately put a cease to his movements. A flawless face appeared behind the cloth, visible snicker spelled its lips. If you offer yourself so openly, how can I ignore such a determination? As no other than the ogre of a brute, Kei-dono appeared teasingly behind the mysterious clothing. "!!!!!" Even the fearless Yakuza still haunt him from his dreams or was it rather a fruition of his delirious state. "Yo---ugl-yy mug--- sta--y awa--y" As he murmured in the arms of the leader. Sleep-talking wasn't even of a petty excuse. The unconscious boy still murmured with inaudible words. It's as if he's chanting a curse or a black magic spell. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Saga Posted February 18, 2014 Author Share Posted February 18, 2014 As soon as the car hit the breaks, the boss got off with Shura in arms and the blood banks on top of the boy. The bodyguards followed Ryuu up to the front of the building, to take their usual spot on guard. The body was pretty heavy; with a slight push upwards Hanagawa shifted one arm to open the door. The place was ever so clean and quiet, however as soon as the boss walked in with the bleeding Fujiwara in arms he left traces behind. He knew pretty well that each next second was really important, it's been around fifteen minutes since Fujiwara lost conscious; if he waited another ten minutes, it might be too late. So Ryuu had no time to worry about shoes or keys or whatever, he headed straight for the bedroom. With a lean to forth he set the body on the clean sheets on top of the bed, hands reached quickly for the blood banks on top of Shura's stomach. He spread open the long coat to take it off and in the hurry he was, he threw it to unknown direction. Teeth felt the paper fabric of the package he took, to tear it open for the additional tool he needed to import the blood bank to Shura's arm. The body seemed to start with the flinches - to be expected, it was the shock. A deep frown was cast upon Ryuu's face; he reached his other hand to hold the boy by the shoulders. The blood was about to be transferred, so all was cool as long as he could survive the next two minutes. With a shift of eyes, he glanced over Fujiwara's chest. One of his arms came down, pressing with slight pushes up and down, the cardio massage helping the heart to pump better the new blood. The boss was covered with blood all over, not to mention even part of his cheek was painted in red. But it seemed to bother him not, as long as the other would stop shaking. And so it started to calm down, the body began to relax with the flood of fresh, new blood transferred. God, he swore that the night was too long for him, not for the boy. With a mute sigh, he relaxed his arm as it was over Fujiwara's chest, being in close contact with the other, "Yo---ugl-yy mug--- sta--y awa--y" - ... - the boss really blank stared the other; was it some kind of a joke? He felt like resuming his fun from a bit ago, but the body wouldn't last. So he could take it easy, or at least he would try to. A rustle disturbed the silence when Hanagawa sat next to the boy; he had a rather tired look. With a smooth movement Ryuu turned on the air con in the room, so it could warm up a bit the air. The body needed warmth. After that he rose from the bed, unbuttoning his shirt. The slip of clothe landed on the floor, leaving the firm top of the boss shirtless and his dragon tattoo on back visible. The imperial mark of the Yakuza's leader. It actually suited him and his name. The dragon reached down to his lower part of back, as for his shoulder-blades, they drew a perfect line against the dark shades of the mythological creature. As soon as he headed out the bedroom, he found himself pouring warm water in a big utensil, slipping a small amount of herbs to calm down the burning wounds on body. With a tired reach, he grabbed a random cloth from the kitchen. It was out of question to wash the body in the bathroom, so he had to take care of the mess. - .. - once again speechless when he entered the room; he didn't even know why he took the boy in, not to mention to treat him. He could pay to some close doctors he knew around the city, no one would even say Yakuza dropped the body in the hospital. But yet, he didn't want to let the boy off the hook. Once he set his eyes on something, it would be impossible for him to let it run away. With slow paced steps he reached the bed, one knee gestured up to get him hover over the boy once again. The room was already heated enough, so he could feel the body temperature of the other return. Even the lips weren't so pale anymore. Ah, the lips. He stared for a while at the shape of them; he felt like mocked on even by the ever so calm Shura. - Heh.. - a faint chuckle he looked away as reached for the utensil and dubbed the cloth in the herbal water. With gently movements he scrolled over the body, not pushing too much around the wounds. It took another twenty minutes to wipe the body clean and off the dried blood, then bandage it. Once the blood bank was out of the crimson liquid, he changed it with another one - the last bank. The boy didn't lose too much blood, but yet it was enough to cause a small shock. After all, it was biologically normal for they took a while to reach the boss' place. With all settled, Ryuu had to pull off the first layer of the bed sheets, which was bloody as hell. And all was done. He covered Shura under the warmth of the sheets, feeling rather like some nurse. - .....-ding me.. - He finally finished his thought ("You must be kidding me") from back when in the basement; he really felt the relief triumph over mind. His firm body pushed itself up from the bed to have arm reach up and bloody fingers find the elastic cord around hair; he pulled it off, letting his hair free. There was the sight of that tall and firm body, decorated with the leader mark of dragon which went perfectly fine with his jet black, slightly long hair. And for addition, the blood on his body gave the shivers of a tired beast that has gotten out of some madness or something. Ryuu felt so in need of shower; not to mention it was already around five in the morning. What a long night. He didn't even notice how time flew. Just a quick shower would do right now, he was a beat. And that body..., he glanced over shoulder - he was pretty heavy to carry around. Unlike a woman. - A boy, huh.. - with a quiet mumble he headed for the shower. The whips of running water rained over Hanagawa's body as he sank in his own world, again. It was a moment ago when he was consumed fully with thoughts of Shura, yet he really shook himself up once the water cleared his mind. He had his own life and his own scars. What could a young boy understand; he hasn't lost anything dear for him, so the brave attitude was too naive. But probably that attracted Ryuu, who knew. With towel warped around waist, the boss entered back the bedroom with a bottle of water in hand. He bet Fujiwara was in a need of liquids. But the boy seemed to be so soundly asleep. With a twist of fingers he opened the bottle and reached hand for the boy's chin but then paused. Ah, he had no gloves on. Well, it wasn't big deal to share the sip through mouth; so he lifted the bottle to take a mouthful sip, lowering himself down, to give a 'water kiss' to the boy. Of course, the chin had to be lifted so he didn't choke the other; so he used the bottle as a supporting tool. He never touched another human being's skin without his gloves on. And he never had to urge to, actually. Some women found it for kinky to have sex with him being gloved, others begged him to feel the touch of his ungloved hands - either way, touching someone without gloves was a no. Shura seemed to accept the water as well the gesture similar to a kiss, it felt rather different than a while ago; the exhausted body seemed to seek tenderness or it didn't have the strength, either way the tongue of Ryuu caressed against Fujiwara's lips as soon as he departed from the mouth contact. Even if he wanted to devour the other, it was out of question; his own body was at its limit, so tired he felt. Without any second delayed in time, Hanagawa took his sleeping spot next to Shura. He didn't really bother about the wet hair, or being only with towel on. As soon as his head felt the softness of the pillow, the boss fell asleep. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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