Point Blank, Chapter One, KiyoharuxMultiple Pairings,
Title: Point Blank (2010)
Rating: NC-17
Chapter: 1/??
Pairing: KiyoharuxKyo, KiyoharuxKazuki, and more to come...
Bands: SADS, Phantasmagoria, Dir en Grey, Angelo, Penicillin, Screw...possibly more to come
Words: 2,302
Total: 2,302/50,000
Summary: One Man's misery is another man's burden. The Prime Minister of Japan turning the Yakuza against one another and starting a war between the opposing the Yakuza. One Oyabun after Kiyoharu for revenge for something he didn't do. Kiyoharu will find himself in a new world and leading the war against both the revenging man and the government itself.
Author's Note: This is for the Nano writing challenge of 50,000 words by the end of November. So, wish me the best of luck. I decided to redo Point Blank a completely different way. New Summary. New Pairings. Wishful hoping. Enjoy! Dedicated to papermaskerade
Trust. As a noun: reliance on the integrity, strength, ability, and surety of a person or thing. Confident expectation of something. Hope. As a verb: to have trust or confidence in; rely or depend on.
One too many definitions and not enough people you could pass this word onto and say you trusted in this time for need and protection in this corrupted world. Trust was something that was to be gained over time and not given out so easily. Yet, in this world, in this time, there were people that passed the word around so easily or there were the fools that thought a simple contract and the press of someone’s thumb in their own blood would seal that deal.
That was a mistake that would cost people not just their safety, but their lives. A wise man never lets a paper become their guard against the world and as the older man sat in front of the tall blonde, eying the contract he couldn’t help, but scoff at the irony of this. The Oyabun himself couldn’t show up to sign a damn piece of paper to negotiate and he sent his younger brother.
Was he suppose to suddenly let his guard down because the Sumiyoshi sent his precious sibling in his place instead? Scoffing at those thoughts as the older man bought the cigarette to his lips and cheeks hollowed as lips tightened around the cigarette, eyes half lidded as he slowly inhaled before exhaling the cigarette smoke out past his nostrils.
It was an odd request to have the Oyabun of the Sumiyoshi, Kirito, suddenly wanting to make a pact over their warring territories to join together to bring down the prime minister. It was too sudden in Kiyoharu’s thoughts and reading over the contract he couldn’t help, but smile amusingly around his cigarette as eyes lazily glanced up at the child, Kohta, who was a decade younger than him.
“You don’t expect me to agree to something when he isn’t here to present it himself do you?”
The short hair blonde bowing in apology as soft brown eyes made contact with the darker pair that belonged to the devil himself. “You know if he could be here he would, but something came up and he was needed.”
Kiyoharu smirk still around the cigarette as he pulled the cancer stick away and moved it to rest inside the glass ash tray. They had met at the docks for his meeting and reading over it, the contract was simple. Kill the prime minister.
The Prime Minister Kisaki was getting on all Yakuza’s last nerve with his strong desires to rid the country of wrongness and replace it with righteous. He had targeted the Yakuza exclusively which honestly made no damn sense in the first place. The Yakuza, even though men of the underworld did help their community out when it was in need.
Hell, when the great Kobe earthquake struck in 1995 and no one could reach people, it was the Yakuza that helped people out. Giving them the proper resources to survive until assistance could reach them, but did Kisaki remember that. Of course not. He was just a law student at the time and living off other’s people money.
Though, Kiyoharu remembered that incident clearly, but it wasn’t only that incident that they assisted in. True, they were loan sharks as well, but how the hell else were private small businesses supposed to get off on their feet when a bank wouldn’t approve them for a loan.
True, the Yakuza consequences were more punishable than the bank, but it was a risk people took.
And yet, Kisaki the Prime Minister of three years now, wanted the Yakuza gone. Of course getting rid of basically a large population of men was impossible. They had legal imports of guns and drugs, while the local police had sticks. How the hell a country to uprise against the Yakuza with that weaponry was beyond them, but Kisaki had that fixed.
Creating the special police force unit that were permitted guns and a kid by the name of Kenji or nicknamed Riku which stood for death, was put in charge of it and the rest of police force. He was the Superintendent general the most powerful man and in charge of everything regarding the special police force to the local koban boxes that littered Tokyo.
He was involved in this little contract too, but Kisaki was the main threat. Once the prime minister was taken down, then they could worry about the petty problem of Riku, Kisaki’s lap dog. Which bought them back to where they were now..the Oyabun of the Yamaguchi and the wakagashira, first lieutenant, of the Sumiyoshi trying to find some negotiations over this contract and it wasn’t going like Kohta had planned and Kiyoharu had expected nothing to come out of it, but amusement.
“Mori, with all due respect, time is precious to both of us and I would hate to waste anymore of yours. So the question is do we have a deal? We for a year do not fight as we take down the main target?”
Pen being held out to Kiyoharu and he stared at it for a moment before standing from his chair, fingers wrapped around the cigarette once more and he pulled it towards his lips as he picked up the piece of the paper. The cigarette resting between his lips as he pulled out the lighter and with one flick the zippo lighter top opened and the flame emerged.
Slowly putting the contract towards the flame before it was quickly engulfed and the man held it for a moments, dark eyes watching the flame quickly turn the paper black before it started to break in pieces and Kiyoharu dropping it to the table to finish burning.
“You can tell Kirito, the day I trust him enough to make a deal like that is a day hell freezes over. I’m not risking my men’s lives for your brother’s self satisfaction. Make sure you relay those exact words.”
Without another word he moved towards the warehouse entrance, a short black haired man following behind him along with a dozen more men. Unaware of eyes watching above through the glass ceilings.
It wasn’t until they opened the door to the warehouse did they see the bright lights shining on them and the special units force waiting for them with guns pointed at them. Eyes lazily around at it and he smirked to himself at the irony. He had heard the rumors of the Sumiyoshi and the government being close, but it seemed this proved it even more.
Starting to wonder if he went through wit h the deal would they have still been standing in front of a half dozen armored vehicles with guns pointed at them. He could feel the eyes of not only the special units force on him, but his men as well, their fear sinking into his skin, waiting for their Oyabun’s words and guidance to lead them out of this and to safety.
“Split up!” Without another word groups of two went in different directions and he could feel the black haired man, Kyo behind him following behind his Oyabun and covering his back as gun shots were fired.
“You fucking bastard. You just had to take me along didn’t you?”
The smirk on Kiyoharu’s lips only growing bigger as they rounded the corner of the ship yard and he didn’t say a word until he saw Kohta exiting the building so calmly and quietly. Too calm for a man that was supposed to be enemies with the government.
Footsteps stopping and Kyo stopped behind the older man, eyes watching both Kiyoharu and Kohta and he could hear the footsteps of the special units police force getting closer, growing a little impatient.
“Damnit, would you hurry up? I’m not in the mood to protect your ass from being someone’s bitch in jail as well.” Kyo frustrated and irritated as hell with how much time the older man seemed to be taking.
The older man staying quiet until he saw the gun from Kohta’s jacket pulled out and Kyo made a move to grab his gun, but was stopped by the hand in front of him, making him narrow his eyes with a soft growl as he dropped his hands.
“So much for being at piece. It seems you aren’t in much of a rush to get out of here, Kohta. I should have guessed the rumors were true about the Sumiyoshi and the government.”
A faint smile on Kohta’s lips and he kept the barrel of the gun aimed at Kiyoharu as he shook his head. “I know that whatever happens, my brother will get me out of any situation. It has nothing to do with your ideas of us being in ties with the government.” A lie.
“It’s a shame things didn’t work out.”
And without a second thought Kiyoharu pulled the gun from his jacket and with one finger he pulled the trigger, firing a bullet into Kohta’s leg before running past him a smirk on his lips as he saw the police getting closer. Kohta not fast enough as he let out a sharp yell and fell to the ground clutching his leg as Kiyoharu and Kyo moved into the car waiting for them.
Thinking and thought he knowingly knew that the Special Units would release Kohta in no time to Kirito’s arms or so he at least thought.
~~~
A sharp piercing yell filling the blonde hair man’s ears and he followed the special units police force around the corner seeing the man on the ground and soft eyes narrowed at the man withering in pain. Slowly and carefully with the gun in his hand moving to the man, the barrel of the gun pointed at him and he studied the other carefully before letting out a small curse.
“Fuck!” Kicking the man on the ground in the stomach and snatching the gun from him as he tossed it over to one of the officers with eyes narrowed and more than pissed off.
It was the tenth time in the past three months he had barely missed catching the Oyabun of the Yamaguchi and once again the bastard had escaped from him. Eyes narrowed and he growled in frustration as he bit the bottom of his pierced lip harshly before taking a deep breath and calming himself down.
The man on the ground in front of him hadn’t been in any of his of his reports that was deemed worthy or worth importance to the government and without a second thought he raised the gun back to the man’s head.
“We don’t have room for him at the jail. He’s better off dead then back on the streets with the other rats.” And without a second thought he fired the gun, the bullet lodging itself right into the skull of Kohta, body going limp within seconds as Riku stepped over the body, disgusted at that and at himself for losing sight of the Oyabun again.
So focused on his anger he hadn’t seen the black car pull up to the scene and window roll down until he heard his name being called by a voice he knew all too well.
Body position went stiff as he stood up and quickly ran over to the car, saluting the man inside the car with a loud ‘yes sir’.
“What happened here?” Voice quiet, but the sterness of the voice could be sensed and there was no room for question the authority.
“One dead of the Sumiyoshi by my hands. The oyabun of the Yamaguchi escaped again.” Those words being spoken and Kisaki opened the door of the car, Riku quick to grab the door as he opened it the rest of the way and Kisaki walked over to the body.
Eyes catching sight of the face of the body and eyes narrowed for a moment and he turned back around to Riku who stood straight up and didn’t say another word. Walking right past him and leaving a confused Riku behind as he stood there and watching kisaki enter back in the car before it pulled off and body relaxed.
Minutes passing and orders were being yelled to clean up the mess of the few low lives of the Yamaguchi they had in custody, but they never did make it to custody. Simply lined up in front of the docks as Riku stood there with his men, guns pointed and at the command of his yell shots were fired as bodies dropped to the ground.
~~
Kisaki sitting in the car and he stared down at the phone, puzzled how he would go about telling his lap dog the bad news about his sibling, but why in the first place were the Sumiyoshi and Yamaguchi meeting up in the first place? Neatly plucked eyebrows furrowing at those thoughts and he picked up the cell phone. The Prime Minister pulling the cloth from his suit as he wiped the phone over once before stuffing the cloth back into his suit neatly as he stared down at the dial pad.
Neatly cleaned manicured nails pressed the dial pad and within moments Kisaki heard the distinct voice of Kirito’s on the other line, a bored tone mixed with cynical always heard. Kisaki pausing for a moment and he was trying to think things over clearly before a closed mouth smile came to his lips and he relaxed back into the seat. “I’m afraid I have some regretful news.” Pausing for a moment to make himself sound sincere before he continued. “Your brother was killed by the Oyabun of the Yamaguchi, Mori, Kiyoharu…”
Rating: NC-17
Chapter: 1/??
Pairing: KiyoharuxKyo, KiyoharuxKazuki, and more to come...
Bands: SADS, Phantasmagoria, Dir en Grey, Angelo, Penicillin, Screw...possibly more to come
Words: 2,302
Total: 2,302/50,000
Summary: One Man's misery is another man's burden. The Prime Minister of Japan turning the Yakuza against one another and starting a war between the opposing the Yakuza. One Oyabun after Kiyoharu for revenge for something he didn't do. Kiyoharu will find himself in a new world and leading the war against both the revenging man and the government itself.
Author's Note: This is for the Nano writing challenge of 50,000 words by the end of November. So, wish me the best of luck. I decided to redo Point Blank a completely different way. New Summary. New Pairings. Wishful hoping. Enjoy! Dedicated to papermaskerade
Trust. As a noun: reliance on the integrity, strength, ability, and surety of a person or thing. Confident expectation of something. Hope. As a verb: to have trust or confidence in; rely or depend on.
One too many definitions and not enough people you could pass this word onto and say you trusted in this time for need and protection in this corrupted world. Trust was something that was to be gained over time and not given out so easily. Yet, in this world, in this time, there were people that passed the word around so easily or there were the fools that thought a simple contract and the press of someone’s thumb in their own blood would seal that deal.
That was a mistake that would cost people not just their safety, but their lives. A wise man never lets a paper become their guard against the world and as the older man sat in front of the tall blonde, eying the contract he couldn’t help, but scoff at the irony of this. The Oyabun himself couldn’t show up to sign a damn piece of paper to negotiate and he sent his younger brother.
Was he suppose to suddenly let his guard down because the Sumiyoshi sent his precious sibling in his place instead? Scoffing at those thoughts as the older man bought the cigarette to his lips and cheeks hollowed as lips tightened around the cigarette, eyes half lidded as he slowly inhaled before exhaling the cigarette smoke out past his nostrils.
It was an odd request to have the Oyabun of the Sumiyoshi, Kirito, suddenly wanting to make a pact over their warring territories to join together to bring down the prime minister. It was too sudden in Kiyoharu’s thoughts and reading over the contract he couldn’t help, but smile amusingly around his cigarette as eyes lazily glanced up at the child, Kohta, who was a decade younger than him.
“You don’t expect me to agree to something when he isn’t here to present it himself do you?”
The short hair blonde bowing in apology as soft brown eyes made contact with the darker pair that belonged to the devil himself. “You know if he could be here he would, but something came up and he was needed.”
Kiyoharu smirk still around the cigarette as he pulled the cancer stick away and moved it to rest inside the glass ash tray. They had met at the docks for his meeting and reading over it, the contract was simple. Kill the prime minister.
The Prime Minister Kisaki was getting on all Yakuza’s last nerve with his strong desires to rid the country of wrongness and replace it with righteous. He had targeted the Yakuza exclusively which honestly made no damn sense in the first place. The Yakuza, even though men of the underworld did help their community out when it was in need.
Hell, when the great Kobe earthquake struck in 1995 and no one could reach people, it was the Yakuza that helped people out. Giving them the proper resources to survive until assistance could reach them, but did Kisaki remember that. Of course not. He was just a law student at the time and living off other’s people money.
Though, Kiyoharu remembered that incident clearly, but it wasn’t only that incident that they assisted in. True, they were loan sharks as well, but how the hell else were private small businesses supposed to get off on their feet when a bank wouldn’t approve them for a loan.
True, the Yakuza consequences were more punishable than the bank, but it was a risk people took.
And yet, Kisaki the Prime Minister of three years now, wanted the Yakuza gone. Of course getting rid of basically a large population of men was impossible. They had legal imports of guns and drugs, while the local police had sticks. How the hell a country to uprise against the Yakuza with that weaponry was beyond them, but Kisaki had that fixed.
Creating the special police force unit that were permitted guns and a kid by the name of Kenji or nicknamed Riku which stood for death, was put in charge of it and the rest of police force. He was the Superintendent general the most powerful man and in charge of everything regarding the special police force to the local koban boxes that littered Tokyo.
He was involved in this little contract too, but Kisaki was the main threat. Once the prime minister was taken down, then they could worry about the petty problem of Riku, Kisaki’s lap dog. Which bought them back to where they were now..the Oyabun of the Yamaguchi and the wakagashira, first lieutenant, of the Sumiyoshi trying to find some negotiations over this contract and it wasn’t going like Kohta had planned and Kiyoharu had expected nothing to come out of it, but amusement.
“Mori, with all due respect, time is precious to both of us and I would hate to waste anymore of yours. So the question is do we have a deal? We for a year do not fight as we take down the main target?”
Pen being held out to Kiyoharu and he stared at it for a moment before standing from his chair, fingers wrapped around the cigarette once more and he pulled it towards his lips as he picked up the piece of the paper. The cigarette resting between his lips as he pulled out the lighter and with one flick the zippo lighter top opened and the flame emerged.
Slowly putting the contract towards the flame before it was quickly engulfed and the man held it for a moments, dark eyes watching the flame quickly turn the paper black before it started to break in pieces and Kiyoharu dropping it to the table to finish burning.
“You can tell Kirito, the day I trust him enough to make a deal like that is a day hell freezes over. I’m not risking my men’s lives for your brother’s self satisfaction. Make sure you relay those exact words.”
Without another word he moved towards the warehouse entrance, a short black haired man following behind him along with a dozen more men. Unaware of eyes watching above through the glass ceilings.
It wasn’t until they opened the door to the warehouse did they see the bright lights shining on them and the special units force waiting for them with guns pointed at them. Eyes lazily around at it and he smirked to himself at the irony. He had heard the rumors of the Sumiyoshi and the government being close, but it seemed this proved it even more.
Starting to wonder if he went through wit h the deal would they have still been standing in front of a half dozen armored vehicles with guns pointed at them. He could feel the eyes of not only the special units force on him, but his men as well, their fear sinking into his skin, waiting for their Oyabun’s words and guidance to lead them out of this and to safety.
“Split up!” Without another word groups of two went in different directions and he could feel the black haired man, Kyo behind him following behind his Oyabun and covering his back as gun shots were fired.
“You fucking bastard. You just had to take me along didn’t you?”
The smirk on Kiyoharu’s lips only growing bigger as they rounded the corner of the ship yard and he didn’t say a word until he saw Kohta exiting the building so calmly and quietly. Too calm for a man that was supposed to be enemies with the government.
Footsteps stopping and Kyo stopped behind the older man, eyes watching both Kiyoharu and Kohta and he could hear the footsteps of the special units police force getting closer, growing a little impatient.
“Damnit, would you hurry up? I’m not in the mood to protect your ass from being someone’s bitch in jail as well.” Kyo frustrated and irritated as hell with how much time the older man seemed to be taking.
The older man staying quiet until he saw the gun from Kohta’s jacket pulled out and Kyo made a move to grab his gun, but was stopped by the hand in front of him, making him narrow his eyes with a soft growl as he dropped his hands.
“So much for being at piece. It seems you aren’t in much of a rush to get out of here, Kohta. I should have guessed the rumors were true about the Sumiyoshi and the government.”
A faint smile on Kohta’s lips and he kept the barrel of the gun aimed at Kiyoharu as he shook his head. “I know that whatever happens, my brother will get me out of any situation. It has nothing to do with your ideas of us being in ties with the government.” A lie.
“It’s a shame things didn’t work out.”
And without a second thought Kiyoharu pulled the gun from his jacket and with one finger he pulled the trigger, firing a bullet into Kohta’s leg before running past him a smirk on his lips as he saw the police getting closer. Kohta not fast enough as he let out a sharp yell and fell to the ground clutching his leg as Kiyoharu and Kyo moved into the car waiting for them.
Thinking and thought he knowingly knew that the Special Units would release Kohta in no time to Kirito’s arms or so he at least thought.
~~~
A sharp piercing yell filling the blonde hair man’s ears and he followed the special units police force around the corner seeing the man on the ground and soft eyes narrowed at the man withering in pain. Slowly and carefully with the gun in his hand moving to the man, the barrel of the gun pointed at him and he studied the other carefully before letting out a small curse.
“Fuck!” Kicking the man on the ground in the stomach and snatching the gun from him as he tossed it over to one of the officers with eyes narrowed and more than pissed off.
It was the tenth time in the past three months he had barely missed catching the Oyabun of the Yamaguchi and once again the bastard had escaped from him. Eyes narrowed and he growled in frustration as he bit the bottom of his pierced lip harshly before taking a deep breath and calming himself down.
The man on the ground in front of him hadn’t been in any of his of his reports that was deemed worthy or worth importance to the government and without a second thought he raised the gun back to the man’s head.
“We don’t have room for him at the jail. He’s better off dead then back on the streets with the other rats.” And without a second thought he fired the gun, the bullet lodging itself right into the skull of Kohta, body going limp within seconds as Riku stepped over the body, disgusted at that and at himself for losing sight of the Oyabun again.
So focused on his anger he hadn’t seen the black car pull up to the scene and window roll down until he heard his name being called by a voice he knew all too well.
Body position went stiff as he stood up and quickly ran over to the car, saluting the man inside the car with a loud ‘yes sir’.
“What happened here?” Voice quiet, but the sterness of the voice could be sensed and there was no room for question the authority.
“One dead of the Sumiyoshi by my hands. The oyabun of the Yamaguchi escaped again.” Those words being spoken and Kisaki opened the door of the car, Riku quick to grab the door as he opened it the rest of the way and Kisaki walked over to the body.
Eyes catching sight of the face of the body and eyes narrowed for a moment and he turned back around to Riku who stood straight up and didn’t say another word. Walking right past him and leaving a confused Riku behind as he stood there and watching kisaki enter back in the car before it pulled off and body relaxed.
Minutes passing and orders were being yelled to clean up the mess of the few low lives of the Yamaguchi they had in custody, but they never did make it to custody. Simply lined up in front of the docks as Riku stood there with his men, guns pointed and at the command of his yell shots were fired as bodies dropped to the ground.
~~
Kisaki sitting in the car and he stared down at the phone, puzzled how he would go about telling his lap dog the bad news about his sibling, but why in the first place were the Sumiyoshi and Yamaguchi meeting up in the first place? Neatly plucked eyebrows furrowing at those thoughts and he picked up the cell phone. The Prime Minister pulling the cloth from his suit as he wiped the phone over once before stuffing the cloth back into his suit neatly as he stared down at the dial pad.
Neatly cleaned manicured nails pressed the dial pad and within moments Kisaki heard the distinct voice of Kirito’s on the other line, a bored tone mixed with cynical always heard. Kisaki pausing for a moment and he was trying to think things over clearly before a closed mouth smile came to his lips and he relaxed back into the seat. “I’m afraid I have some regretful news.” Pausing for a moment to make himself sound sincere before he continued. “Your brother was killed by the Oyabun of the Yamaguchi, Mori, Kiyoharu…”