Tempo Si Cattura Chapter 4
Title: Tempo Si Cattura (Time Will Catch You)
Author:himenojigoku
Rating: M or R
Pairing: ?xTakeru (Yaoi)
Genre: Romance,Drama,Mystery
Warnings: Violence, Drug trafficking, Gangs,Un-beta-ed, This chapter has Takeru’s former lover
Chapters: 4/10
Summary:This the multichapter fic inspired by my one-shots Abused Clown and So Tired.Takeru's ghosts finally come back alive to haunt him. Will he be able to keep them at bay or will the rest of PSC find out about his former life? Comments: Don’t Kill Me~! (>_<) I know I’m extremely late! College keeps people busy (T_T) It’s not as long as I wanted it but, I updated though...and now I have a set number of chapters! Which I never do :P HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY EVERYONE<3
{ Chapter1} { Chapter2 } {Chapter3}
[Returning From The Doctor’s Office]
Uruha was driving his sleek black Mustang Convertible. Gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles. “We need a plan Manabu. Because of your fuck up they’ve already frozen the accounts.”
The quiet person in the passenger side groaned. “Okay I screwed up! You beat my ass already, what more do you want?!” Manabu snarled. He was starting to show the fire that made Uruha hire him in the first place.
“I want you to fix this muthafuckin’ problem!” Uruha screamed. He swerved a bit on the highway. “Do you know they are sending someone after us? They didn’t even give me a formal meeting to end our business.”
“Would you have gone anyway?” Manabu looked incredulously.
“Hell no!” Uruha turned his signal light on and switched lanes. “But! Still doesn’t change the fact we might die.”
“Well, we are professional thieves, right?” Manabu huffed. “And they’re sending some professional to kill us, right?”
“Don’t be smartass with me. Just say your idea.” Uruha spat, stilling concentrating on driving.
“Why not hire someone professional to take care of the assassin?” Manabu offered. “It will at least buy us time before the Mafia finds out and come after us themselves.”
“Assassin vs. assassin? Hmm...Have you been watching Ninja Assassin again?” Uruha thought heavily. “It could work though but, it doesn’t solve the long term problem of them coming to kill us personally.”
“Wait until I think of more crazy ideas.” Manabu reached into the pockets of his black jeans and pulled out his phone. “In the mean time, let me find a hitman.”
“Don’t do anything until I approve.” Uruha growled. “That’s what landed us in this mess the first place.”
“Okay, partner.” Manabu said the word with all the hate he could muster. Glaring with all the might he had, Manabu put his phone back up. He eyed some of the bruises on his arm. Yes, Uruha had been in the game longer than him and he could be pretty scary with his unbelievable strength. That was probably the only reason the Screw guitarist hasn’t strangled him yet. That and the fact he would be alone when the mafia would still try to murder him.
[A Luxurious Office]
“You know,” Yokama paused and tapped his ciggarette in the crystal ashtray. “It’s a lot to think about. Why don’t you tell me your answer next week, hm?”
It was late in the afternoon. The evening glow creeping into the coming night sky. It casted a dark shadow over the leather chair Yokama was sitting in. The sunlight brighten, however, on the purplish bruises forming on the person’s face. His lip was cut open and cheeks were swollen. Each of his arms being held by two heavily muscled men. The captive coughed, feeling some blood against his throat. They had hit him in the gut and surely there were black bruises on his abdomen. But, he kept his silence.
Yokama smirked. “I know it’s not easy to betray someone you love. Yet, somehow human beings find a way. I’m sure you will too.” He blew more smoke in the air. “If you don’t, I’ll make sure your friends suffer the most. Including him.” He waved nonchalantly so that the men would take the victim outside. The gang leader was going to make sure Takeru was going to pay.
The victim was roughly pushed out two double doors out into an alley. What was he going to do? He loved him! It's funny how sometimes the people you'd take a bullet for, are the one's behind the trigger.
And he is going to end up being behind the trigger because, if he doesn’t everyone will get hurt.
[Club Scene]
Bodies were moving against each other. Skin on skin and lights dim as smoke and alcohol filled the air. The bass was vibrating through his blood. His heart thumping along with the beat. The lust was so strong that it chocked everyone in it’s grip until you bended to it’s will. It was night time after a hectic bone weary day. He had woken up early in the morning and headed to work through traffic. After being yelled at by his manager for lack of ‘caring for your appearence’, his band had to get in the studio and record for their new album coming out next month. They did six songs. On top of that, they still had 3-4 hour practice for the tour coming up. He just wanted to forget a bit and relax. Even though everyone equally worked hard, his throat took more damage than the hands and legs of his band mates. Dressed in a black shirt and dark grey pants he waited at the bar. The black glassy surface of the counter reflected his unusual raven hair and dark brown eyes. Unusual because, he always adored a bright blond and green or blue eyes.
There was a small lie he told. Okay, a big lie he told. Aoi wasn’t the only one to know his past.
The person joined sometime after his band. They’re on the indie label of PSC and the band’s name is BORN. They were a fellow dope boy or used to be.
“I hope you didn’t wait long.” A voice deeper than his said.
Takeru looked up from the beer he was sipping. The figure had dirty blond longish hair encasing his neck. Black button down shirt and pants hugging the right places. Remnants of red eyeshadow and smudge black eyeliner said he had a long day too.
“No I didn’t.” Takeru patted the seat beside him. “Tell me about your day.” He gave a small but, happy smile.
The other smirked and sat down. The bar tender came over quickly and got his order. He turned towards Takeru and leaned in close. “Why aren’t you looking dark and lovely?” The deep voice was purring.
Takeru blushed a bit. Still not used to the other’s comments. He really didn’t know why they couldn’t work out. Ryouga was the first one to ever call him beautiful.
The bartender saved him from forming a reply. “Here’s your drink sir!” He shouted over the loud music and pushed Ryouga’s bourbon towards him before scampering off again.
SuG’s vocalist swallowed thickly. He didn’t want to admit that Lust was gripping him by the throat too. “...And so do you. Maybe it’s the visual-kei makeup?” Takeru chuckled.
Ryouga smiled into his glass as he took the first sip. With a satisfied sigh he put the glass down and said, “Maybe but, you look natural.” The other vocalist chuckled. “The day has been the same with PSC slave driving us.”
“Hn, I completely agree.” Takeru said while taking a swig of his half full beer. They caught up on missed events during the 2 weeks they haven’t seen each other. It still kinda hurt to talk normally.
They broke up over 5 years ago.
“So, what’s up?” Ryouga lifted an eyebrow. “You’re not blond today.”
Takeru smirked. “It’s part of the reason why I wanted to meet in this club.” He flirtingly trailed a hand over Ryouga’s rested arm. “We need to talk about some problems.”
A mischievous glint took over Ryouga’s dark brown eyes. “Oh, it doesn’t have to do with who I think, does it?”
“Maybe.” Takeru winked. “I need to know if you still have my back.”
The two sets of brown eyes locked and a silent message was passed. Takeru stood up from his bar seat and took Ryouga’s hand. “Dance with me?”
Ryouga smirked as he finished his drink in one gulp and followed the sexy man to the dance floor. The mass of bodies were still moving to the music and the couple ended up in the middle. Takeru slinked his arms around the taller man’s neck and pressed close. Both made a noise when the short vocalist pressed against a certain area.
“We should talk here so no one will be listening.” Takeru whispered against pale lips. “I need you to help me to get rid of Yokama and grab Uruha.” His hips were grinding into Ryouga’s and the latter had his hands around Takeru’s waist.
“Hn.” Ryouga was listening but, also admiring Takeru’s body. Oh how he missed his little spark. “Why Uruha-sempai?” He leaned down and trailed his lips up Takeru’s neck and bit the vocalist’s ear.
“Ngh.” The raven haired felt his knees buckle as his rhythm paused for a second. Yup, he definitely missed Ryouga as a lover. He knew what to do to him. It took longer for Takeru to think of a reply. “Some bigshots want him delivered. I’m not doing it because of Yokama though. They own part of PSC.”
The bass was even booming louder as the song changed and everyone there was assured to be deaf in the morning. BORN’s vocalist slyly felt up Takeru’s ass while licking trails along the shorty’s neck.
The SuG’s vocalist moaned a bit. “Ryouga~we need to form a plan.” He didn’t protest when Ryouga shut him up with a kiss. Both panted as Takeru deepened the kiss with his tongue, biting Ryouga’s lips and teeth. Ryouga began pulling Takeru out of the crowd without breaking contact.
It’s their strong chemistry that made it almost un-bearable to walk away. This time however, Ryouga didn’t intend too.
“You...me...bed...now.” Ryouga growled as he pushed Takeru against the elevator wall. The somehow managed to leave the club.
Takeru mewled in approval as Ryouga reached down and cupped him in his pants. He needed this release.
[Gunshot]
Blood splattered on the side of the graffitied wall.
Click, clack.
Someone’s boots clicked along the concrete as the walked towards the body. “Dammit, now I have to clean this up.” He was still gripping the murder weapon. Steel still hot from releasing the bullet, the person tucked it away in the holster under his trench coat.
He bent down and inspected the decapitated corpse looking for something. “Now where is it...?” The blond whispered. He searched through the victims clothing until he felt something small and round. “Ah, here you go.” Black gloved hands brought up a small circular diamond to the moonlight.
The man stood up. He wasn’t very tall and his hair was short also. He was dressed in all black, almost blending in with the shadows underneath the bridge where the crime was. Well, more like job. He was a assassin after all.
The person winced as his “Fantasy” ringtone filled the silence. He quickly got to his iphone and answered. “Yes, what do you want Manabu-chan?”
“I need you for a job actually.” The Screw’s guitarist smirking into the phone. “It’s in two parts.”
“Okay, spill.” The assassin also wondering how he was going to make it to the studio in 5 hours.
“There’s someone after us.” Us, meaning him and Uruha, he knew. It wasn’t the first time Manabu’s gotten in trouble. “I need you to find information on this guy. He works for PSC also. He was Yokama’s former gang member....And after that, I want you to take out Uruha.”
“Whoa, wait a minute.” He blinked. Maybe he heard wrong. “Uruha?” He couldn’t believe it. “You want me to take out your partner after I find the guy?” He must be tired from work. The dude he took down was no lightweight.
“I’m not kidding. I’m tired of him and I admit I can’t do it myself.” Manabu huffed into the receiver. He didn’t like admitting weaknesses. “Will you do it?”
“Uh...” The GazettE were very close to his band. He honestly didn’t know. “I can’t tell you yes on Uruha at the moment but, I can look for the guy.”
“Tch.” Manabu should of expected that answer. “Tell me if you make progress. See you later, Hiroto.”
Author:himenojigoku
Rating: M or R
Pairing: ?xTakeru (Yaoi)
Genre: Romance,Drama,Mystery
Warnings: Violence, Drug trafficking, Gangs,Un-beta-ed, This chapter has Takeru’s former lover
Chapters: 4/10
Summary:This the multichapter fic inspired by my one-shots Abused Clown and So Tired.Takeru's ghosts finally come back alive to haunt him. Will he be able to keep them at bay or will the rest of PSC find out about his former life? Comments: Don’t Kill Me~! (>_<) I know I’m extremely late! College keeps people busy (T_T) It’s not as long as I wanted it but, I updated though...and now I have a set number of chapters! Which I never do :P HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY EVERYONE<3
{ Chapter1} { Chapter2 } {Chapter3}
[Returning From The Doctor’s Office]
Uruha was driving his sleek black Mustang Convertible. Gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles. “We need a plan Manabu. Because of your fuck up they’ve already frozen the accounts.”
The quiet person in the passenger side groaned. “Okay I screwed up! You beat my ass already, what more do you want?!” Manabu snarled. He was starting to show the fire that made Uruha hire him in the first place.
“I want you to fix this muthafuckin’ problem!” Uruha screamed. He swerved a bit on the highway. “Do you know they are sending someone after us? They didn’t even give me a formal meeting to end our business.”
“Would you have gone anyway?” Manabu looked incredulously.
“Hell no!” Uruha turned his signal light on and switched lanes. “But! Still doesn’t change the fact we might die.”
“Well, we are professional thieves, right?” Manabu huffed. “And they’re sending some professional to kill us, right?”
“Don’t be smartass with me. Just say your idea.” Uruha spat, stilling concentrating on driving.
“Why not hire someone professional to take care of the assassin?” Manabu offered. “It will at least buy us time before the Mafia finds out and come after us themselves.”
“Assassin vs. assassin? Hmm...Have you been watching Ninja Assassin again?” Uruha thought heavily. “It could work though but, it doesn’t solve the long term problem of them coming to kill us personally.”
“Wait until I think of more crazy ideas.” Manabu reached into the pockets of his black jeans and pulled out his phone. “In the mean time, let me find a hitman.”
“Don’t do anything until I approve.” Uruha growled. “That’s what landed us in this mess the first place.”
“Okay, partner.” Manabu said the word with all the hate he could muster. Glaring with all the might he had, Manabu put his phone back up. He eyed some of the bruises on his arm. Yes, Uruha had been in the game longer than him and he could be pretty scary with his unbelievable strength. That was probably the only reason the Screw guitarist hasn’t strangled him yet. That and the fact he would be alone when the mafia would still try to murder him.
[A Luxurious Office]
“You know,” Yokama paused and tapped his ciggarette in the crystal ashtray. “It’s a lot to think about. Why don’t you tell me your answer next week, hm?”
It was late in the afternoon. The evening glow creeping into the coming night sky. It casted a dark shadow over the leather chair Yokama was sitting in. The sunlight brighten, however, on the purplish bruises forming on the person’s face. His lip was cut open and cheeks were swollen. Each of his arms being held by two heavily muscled men. The captive coughed, feeling some blood against his throat. They had hit him in the gut and surely there were black bruises on his abdomen. But, he kept his silence.
Yokama smirked. “I know it’s not easy to betray someone you love. Yet, somehow human beings find a way. I’m sure you will too.” He blew more smoke in the air. “If you don’t, I’ll make sure your friends suffer the most. Including him.” He waved nonchalantly so that the men would take the victim outside. The gang leader was going to make sure Takeru was going to pay.
The victim was roughly pushed out two double doors out into an alley. What was he going to do? He loved him! It's funny how sometimes the people you'd take a bullet for, are the one's behind the trigger.
And he is going to end up being behind the trigger because, if he doesn’t everyone will get hurt.
[Club Scene]
Bodies were moving against each other. Skin on skin and lights dim as smoke and alcohol filled the air. The bass was vibrating through his blood. His heart thumping along with the beat. The lust was so strong that it chocked everyone in it’s grip until you bended to it’s will. It was night time after a hectic bone weary day. He had woken up early in the morning and headed to work through traffic. After being yelled at by his manager for lack of ‘caring for your appearence’, his band had to get in the studio and record for their new album coming out next month. They did six songs. On top of that, they still had 3-4 hour practice for the tour coming up. He just wanted to forget a bit and relax. Even though everyone equally worked hard, his throat took more damage than the hands and legs of his band mates. Dressed in a black shirt and dark grey pants he waited at the bar. The black glassy surface of the counter reflected his unusual raven hair and dark brown eyes. Unusual because, he always adored a bright blond and green or blue eyes.
There was a small lie he told. Okay, a big lie he told. Aoi wasn’t the only one to know his past.
The person joined sometime after his band. They’re on the indie label of PSC and the band’s name is BORN. They were a fellow dope boy or used to be.
“I hope you didn’t wait long.” A voice deeper than his said.
Takeru looked up from the beer he was sipping. The figure had dirty blond longish hair encasing his neck. Black button down shirt and pants hugging the right places. Remnants of red eyeshadow and smudge black eyeliner said he had a long day too.
“No I didn’t.” Takeru patted the seat beside him. “Tell me about your day.” He gave a small but, happy smile.
The other smirked and sat down. The bar tender came over quickly and got his order. He turned towards Takeru and leaned in close. “Why aren’t you looking dark and lovely?” The deep voice was purring.
Takeru blushed a bit. Still not used to the other’s comments. He really didn’t know why they couldn’t work out. Ryouga was the first one to ever call him beautiful.
The bartender saved him from forming a reply. “Here’s your drink sir!” He shouted over the loud music and pushed Ryouga’s bourbon towards him before scampering off again.
SuG’s vocalist swallowed thickly. He didn’t want to admit that Lust was gripping him by the throat too. “...And so do you. Maybe it’s the visual-kei makeup?” Takeru chuckled.
Ryouga smiled into his glass as he took the first sip. With a satisfied sigh he put the glass down and said, “Maybe but, you look natural.” The other vocalist chuckled. “The day has been the same with PSC slave driving us.”
“Hn, I completely agree.” Takeru said while taking a swig of his half full beer. They caught up on missed events during the 2 weeks they haven’t seen each other. It still kinda hurt to talk normally.
They broke up over 5 years ago.
“So, what’s up?” Ryouga lifted an eyebrow. “You’re not blond today.”
Takeru smirked. “It’s part of the reason why I wanted to meet in this club.” He flirtingly trailed a hand over Ryouga’s rested arm. “We need to talk about some problems.”
A mischievous glint took over Ryouga’s dark brown eyes. “Oh, it doesn’t have to do with who I think, does it?”
“Maybe.” Takeru winked. “I need to know if you still have my back.”
The two sets of brown eyes locked and a silent message was passed. Takeru stood up from his bar seat and took Ryouga’s hand. “Dance with me?”
Ryouga smirked as he finished his drink in one gulp and followed the sexy man to the dance floor. The mass of bodies were still moving to the music and the couple ended up in the middle. Takeru slinked his arms around the taller man’s neck and pressed close. Both made a noise when the short vocalist pressed against a certain area.
“We should talk here so no one will be listening.” Takeru whispered against pale lips. “I need you to help me to get rid of Yokama and grab Uruha.” His hips were grinding into Ryouga’s and the latter had his hands around Takeru’s waist.
“Hn.” Ryouga was listening but, also admiring Takeru’s body. Oh how he missed his little spark. “Why Uruha-sempai?” He leaned down and trailed his lips up Takeru’s neck and bit the vocalist’s ear.
“Ngh.” The raven haired felt his knees buckle as his rhythm paused for a second. Yup, he definitely missed Ryouga as a lover. He knew what to do to him. It took longer for Takeru to think of a reply. “Some bigshots want him delivered. I’m not doing it because of Yokama though. They own part of PSC.”
The bass was even booming louder as the song changed and everyone there was assured to be deaf in the morning. BORN’s vocalist slyly felt up Takeru’s ass while licking trails along the shorty’s neck.
The SuG’s vocalist moaned a bit. “Ryouga~we need to form a plan.” He didn’t protest when Ryouga shut him up with a kiss. Both panted as Takeru deepened the kiss with his tongue, biting Ryouga’s lips and teeth. Ryouga began pulling Takeru out of the crowd without breaking contact.
It’s their strong chemistry that made it almost un-bearable to walk away. This time however, Ryouga didn’t intend too.
“You...me...bed...now.” Ryouga growled as he pushed Takeru against the elevator wall. The somehow managed to leave the club.
Takeru mewled in approval as Ryouga reached down and cupped him in his pants. He needed this release.
[Gunshot]
Blood splattered on the side of the graffitied wall.
Click, clack.
Someone’s boots clicked along the concrete as the walked towards the body. “Dammit, now I have to clean this up.” He was still gripping the murder weapon. Steel still hot from releasing the bullet, the person tucked it away in the holster under his trench coat.
He bent down and inspected the decapitated corpse looking for something. “Now where is it...?” The blond whispered. He searched through the victims clothing until he felt something small and round. “Ah, here you go.” Black gloved hands brought up a small circular diamond to the moonlight.
The man stood up. He wasn’t very tall and his hair was short also. He was dressed in all black, almost blending in with the shadows underneath the bridge where the crime was. Well, more like job. He was a assassin after all.
The person winced as his “Fantasy” ringtone filled the silence. He quickly got to his iphone and answered. “Yes, what do you want Manabu-chan?”
“I need you for a job actually.” The Screw’s guitarist smirking into the phone. “It’s in two parts.”
“Okay, spill.” The assassin also wondering how he was going to make it to the studio in 5 hours.
“There’s someone after us.” Us, meaning him and Uruha, he knew. It wasn’t the first time Manabu’s gotten in trouble. “I need you to find information on this guy. He works for PSC also. He was Yokama’s former gang member....And after that, I want you to take out Uruha.”
“Whoa, wait a minute.” He blinked. Maybe he heard wrong. “Uruha?” He couldn’t believe it. “You want me to take out your partner after I find the guy?” He must be tired from work. The dude he took down was no lightweight.
“I’m not kidding. I’m tired of him and I admit I can’t do it myself.” Manabu huffed into the receiver. He didn’t like admitting weaknesses. “Will you do it?”
“Uh...” The GazettE were very close to his band. He honestly didn’t know. “I can’t tell you yes on Uruha at the moment but, I can look for the guy.”
“Tch.” Manabu should of expected that answer. “Tell me if you make progress. See you later, Hiroto.”