[Fanfiction] the GazettE-Reason-Chapter 3A
Title: Reason
Chapters: 3A/?
Author: inuoloz [Oloz-san]
Genre: Action/Serious [if that's a genre]/Angst
Warnings: Gore, Violence, Smut, Death, Language, Sexy men
Rating: NC-14 [for this chapter] R [for series, just to be safe]
Characters: [main] Ruki, Uruha, Reita [sub] Aoi
Pairings: RukiXReita, UruhaXReita, ReitaXUruha
Disclaimer: There's a reason why its called fanfiction...
Summary: Trained to kill, trained to destroy a man at mere command, Reita, engulfed in the world of illegal underground fighting, is incapable of doing anything on free will. Forever will he remain a slave of obedience or can someone break his chains?
Comments: So sorry it took so long...
Word Count: 2,076
Chapter List: Prologue// Chapter 1// Chapter 2
Prologue:: Chapter 1:: Chapter 2:: Chapter 3A
Chapter 3A
It was dark. That’s how I remembered it.
Dark…but still sun-filled. It was an unusual day in early spring; fully bloomed cherry blossoms burned a vivid pink in the setting sun. A hungry night sky coming to devour the illumination. Where was I? By the shores; sitting calmly on one of the many benches that decorated the boardwalk of my favorite bay. I liked to sit here. To think. To reminisce. To wonder. Before a mere pastime it was. But now…I needed it.
“Hey,” I heard him whisper, his soft voice as calm as the breeze that lapped at my shuddering skin.
I looked at him. My eyes heavy-lidded and swollen with tears; trickling streams swerving down reddened cheeks.
“Are you okay?” he knelt down onto one knee, dark eyes that shined through neatly trimmed fringes gazed into mine.
I lifted my knees and stuck them against my ten-year-old frame, shivering body huddled amongst a mass of limbs. I didn’t want him to touch me. I didn’t want to be touched at all. I wanted to be left alone.
“You’re a little young to be out here you know…where are your parents?”
My face hid itself beneath my arms, expression invisible.
“You know… ‘mom’ ‘dad’?” he semi-chuckled. As if I didn’t know what the Hell parents were!
“Please…g-go. I want…alone….” I choked.
My own voice frightened me. I hadn’t uttered a word for what seemed to me all day. The soft, tired, scratchy tone was alien to my ears.
“Hey, come on. Don’t be like that…” his voice trailed off; its essence engulfed in thought. “I can help you,” the voice came back, so firm and sure-sounding.
Eyes lifted to meet his, our gazes truly locking for the first time.
“R-really?”
“Yeah,” he breathed, “really.”
A hand extended out toward my frame, open, willing, acceptant. What I craved. What I needed.
My own palm reached out to meet its own. A subconscious gesture, the limb acting on its own will.
“Come on. It’s starting to get dark out and I don’t want you to catch a cold,” he cooed, lightly lifting my body from the bench. So carefully he moved me…as if I were a porcelain doll.
“Alright,” I muttered, my gaze fallen to the ground. I didn’t care where we were going. I didn’t want to know where we were going. I just wanted this. To be cared for. To be concerned over. To…to be needed.
Down we walked across the concrete boardwalk, the setting sun ending the chapter of my life; or what I considered it to have been.
God…I hated how naive I was…
***
The shattering echo of a clicking doorknob tore the raven-haired man from his thoughts. Reita hadn’t even realized he was reminiscing. The memories washing his brain in such a heavy fog that the thoughts seemed more in the form of a dream. He silently discarded the feeling from his body with a light shake of his head; forefinger and thumb resting on the bridge of his nose. The pressure behind his skull signaled an awaiting headache.
“Back. Sorry it took so long,” Ruki semi-shouted, his gaze not even lifting up to study Reita. “Traffic was a bitch and Uruha was an even bigger bitch. But, he was nice enough to let me steal some clothes from him…”
Reita shifted his head to the side, only to watch he blonde nonchalantly cast a gray T-shirt and a pair of black track pants onto the countertop.
“Before you put that on be sure to take a proper bath.”
Ruki shuffled across the room again, resuming the ritual of removing his coat.
“I don’t want those cuts to get infected. One day without antibiotics is enough.”
The sound of sock-covered feet scuffled against the bare floor. The noise faded briefly then returned; a thick towel soon was shoved into Reita’s face.
“Here. You should know where the bathroom is.”
With that statement Ruki abandoned the other to his own devices. It had been a long time since Reita had ever taken a bath. Sure, he’d taken showers in the past but those were normally in 2X2 rooms where the only lighting came from a crack in the concrete foundation; the water lapsing from searing hot to a frigid cold in an unpredictable matter of seconds.
“What? Did you already forget where it is?” Ruki questioned after Reita’s moment of immobility.
“No,” the dark-haired man stated, his frame turning toward the bathroom.
Quietly, he shut the door behind him…and stared dumbfounded at the now empty tub.
How did the blonde fill it again?
***
It was a solid minute before Ruki could hear the sound of any water running. But…the water wasn’t running per se.
“H-hey…is everything alright in there?” Ruki inquired, voice slightly strained with anxiety.
No response.
Ruki waited a few seconds before knocking on the door again, “Hey! Is everything good?”
All of a sudden a deafening crash and the blunt sound of a body hitting the tile floor reverberated from behind the closed door.
“What the Hell?” the shorter panicked.
His hands flew to the doorknob and rotated the device into opening. Ruki nearly slipped on the slick bathroom floor as his feet flew from wood to tile.
“Shit!” he breathed as his hands shot out to the nearby sink basin to support himself.
Once his body was at a comfortable stance, Ruki’s eyes fell on the source of the water. Upturned and contorted with jagged metal, the faucet of the bathtub was spewing out water in a single, violent flow that formed a miniature rainfall that drenched all corners of the bathroom. Slowly the blonde made his way over to the broken fixture in a bewildered haze. How did this happen? As the shorter bent down to further inspect the destruction, he noticed that along the acute edges of the exposed metal was a thin layer of crimson. Blood?
“Sorry.”
Ruki flinched and swerved his body around toward the voice. Behind him stood Reita, black hair covering his face in a dampened waterfall. He hadn’t even noticed the other standing there as he observed the mess.
“Sorry,” he repeated. Eyes cast aside. Frame hunched over. Arms hanging uselessly at his sides. He looked like a five year old boy that had been just scolded by his mother.
“W-what?” Ruki breathed, his own mind still back on the broken tub.
His eyes slowly traveled down the other’s figure…finally coming to rest on a pair of bloodied hands. Immediately, the shorter snapped out of his trance and first turned off the water before turning back to grab Reita’s hands in his own. Ridden with frantic anxiety, he turned on the sink water and washed the clear liquid over the red-stained palms.
“Keep them under the water,” Ruki said as he abandoned the other to get some gauze.
He returned moments later with the white fabric. After gently drying the others hands, he began to wrap the gauze tightly around the wound.
“What happened?” Ruki inquired while wrapping. His tone firm yet not harsh.
“I-I tried to turn it on…” Reita hesitated, eyes still diverted from the shorter.
“By offering it a blood sacrifice?”
“…”
“Seriously, if you don’t know something just ask me. Don’t go punching holes into my house when you’re clueless,” Ruki sighed.
He lifted away from the midnight-haired man and seated the gauze back in its original location. He returned to the bathroom with a rag and a bottle of antibiotics in hand.
“Sit over there,” the blonde motioned toward the ledge of the tub.
Obeying, Reita moved toward the edge and sat with his feet in the dampened tub. Ruki wetted the rag with warm water from the sink and - without regard to its heat - slapped the moisture - ridden cloth onto Reita’s scars.
The water was smoldering. But Reita uttered no complaint. His body not even acknowledging the heat.
“Is it too hot?” Ruki asked while stopping mid-way down his back.
The scars were re-opening at a rather fast rate, providing the reason for his inquiry.
No words passed the taller’s lips.
“Whatever,” the shorter finally grumbled, returning to washing the wounds.
Kneeling down to one knee, Ruki traveled along his lower back; massaging the injured flesh with a caring hand. Silence timidly embraced both men; only the wet scraping of cloth on skin echoing around the room.
“Did you fall?” the blonde questioned; at last remembering the awkward “thud” he had heard.
Reita simply dipped his head.
“Where did you hit yourself?”
“…nowhere.”
“No. You fell. You hit yourself. Where’s the bruise?”
“…I’m fine.”
“No. You’re not fine. Where did you hit yourself?”
“…it’s okay.”
“If you happened to have hit your head and die from blunt force trauma, and if the police just so happen to arrive when you do, I swear I’m going to escape from jail, resurrect you, and kill you again. Now tell me. Where did you hit yourself?”
Ruki felt the other’s frame vibrate lightly under his palm. Was…was that a laugh?
“…I said. I’m fine. You don’t need to worry,” Reita responded, turning his head slightly to the side. There, a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. He was smiling! Ruki gazed in half-wonder as he unconsciously began scrutinizing the other; the hand on his back slowing pace as his attention diverted itself to the taller’s features. Dark hair - though unruly and dirty - clung to his face in a dampened embrace, the black lines emphasizing his previously subtle characteristics. Thin eyes that seemed to constantly analyze anything and everything. Dark pupils that engulfed the soul of all those who looked in them too long. Thin, light lips that went barely noticeable against his equally light skin. Though his expression came off callous at first, when he smiled he looked absolutely beautiful. Wait. Why was he staring at him? What reason did he have to stare at him? Another man, another male? Then, Reita turned away, Ruki’s trance violently broken.
“Eh…forget it…” the blonde muttered after a moment’s falter, brows furrowed delicately in minor perplexity.
Picking up his strokes, he devoted his attention to cleaning his back. But that question; still it remained. Ruki closed his eyes to the persistent thought and began to scrub harder. What was wrong with him? Why was he so nice to him? He doesn’t even know him! His name. His occupation. His home. His friends or family. What the Hell! His hands moved to a ruthless pace. He should be sending him to an actual hospital instead of tending his sores with silly home-made remedies!
Reita noticed the change in the other and turned his head once more. He opened his lips to speak a question of concern, but realized that it was not appropriate to inquire those who have not permitted him to inquire. So, his mouth remained slightly open, soundless words exhaling themselves from his lungs with each troubled breath. The shorter at last opened his eyes. His pupils landing on the fretted face of the other upon first glance. Shit.
“What?” Ruki managed to hiss, his tone unintentionally severe.
Reita felt the insensitivity of his voice and immediately turned his attention away. He waited for his expected punishment.
“Sorry,” he said as he felt no reprimand come.
“For what?” Ruki said as he discarded the rag and began applying the antibiotics.
“Sorry,” the other simply repeated.
Seeing as there was no other response from him, Ruki ended the exchange with a blunt ‘whatever’ and continued his disinfecting. After a minute’s application, the blonde lifted to his feet and examined his handiwork. The wounds were red with irritation but they were at least disinfected.
“Okay, put the clothes on,” Ruki ordered while removing the supplies from the bathroom.
Reita lifted to his feet and did as he was told. The clothes were a bit long on him, but width-wise they were a good fit.
“Good God you look like a hobo,” the blonde muttered upon re-entering the room.
He took the other’s wrist in his hand and led him out the water soaked space and positioned him again in the living room/ kitchen.
“Okay, we’re going out to the mall. First rule, don’t act like an idiot, and second rule, don’t make me look like an idiot.”
Coat on and keys in hand, Ruki led the obedient Reita from the apartment. The term sounded familiar…but….what was a mall?
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A/N: It took a long time but I'm done with Chapter 3...Part A!
Chapters: 3A/?
Author: inuoloz [Oloz-san]
Genre: Action/Serious [if that's a genre]/Angst
Warnings: Gore, Violence, Smut, Death, Language, Sexy men
Rating: NC-14 [for this chapter] R [for series, just to be safe]
Characters: [main] Ruki, Uruha, Reita [sub] Aoi
Pairings: RukiXReita, UruhaXReita, ReitaXUruha
Disclaimer: There's a reason why its called fanfiction...
Summary: Trained to kill, trained to destroy a man at mere command, Reita, engulfed in the world of illegal underground fighting, is incapable of doing anything on free will. Forever will he remain a slave of obedience or can someone break his chains?
Comments: So sorry it took so long...
Word Count: 2,076
Chapter List: Prologue// Chapter 1// Chapter 2
Prologue:: Chapter 1:: Chapter 2:: Chapter 3A
Chapter 3A
It was dark. That’s how I remembered it.
Dark…but still sun-filled. It was an unusual day in early spring; fully bloomed cherry blossoms burned a vivid pink in the setting sun. A hungry night sky coming to devour the illumination. Where was I? By the shores; sitting calmly on one of the many benches that decorated the boardwalk of my favorite bay. I liked to sit here. To think. To reminisce. To wonder. Before a mere pastime it was. But now…I needed it.
“Hey,” I heard him whisper, his soft voice as calm as the breeze that lapped at my shuddering skin.
I looked at him. My eyes heavy-lidded and swollen with tears; trickling streams swerving down reddened cheeks.
“Are you okay?” he knelt down onto one knee, dark eyes that shined through neatly trimmed fringes gazed into mine.
I lifted my knees and stuck them against my ten-year-old frame, shivering body huddled amongst a mass of limbs. I didn’t want him to touch me. I didn’t want to be touched at all. I wanted to be left alone.
“You’re a little young to be out here you know…where are your parents?”
My face hid itself beneath my arms, expression invisible.
“You know… ‘mom’ ‘dad’?” he semi-chuckled. As if I didn’t know what the Hell parents were!
“Please…g-go. I want…alone….” I choked.
My own voice frightened me. I hadn’t uttered a word for what seemed to me all day. The soft, tired, scratchy tone was alien to my ears.
“Hey, come on. Don’t be like that…” his voice trailed off; its essence engulfed in thought. “I can help you,” the voice came back, so firm and sure-sounding.
Eyes lifted to meet his, our gazes truly locking for the first time.
“R-really?”
“Yeah,” he breathed, “really.”
A hand extended out toward my frame, open, willing, acceptant. What I craved. What I needed.
My own palm reached out to meet its own. A subconscious gesture, the limb acting on its own will.
“Come on. It’s starting to get dark out and I don’t want you to catch a cold,” he cooed, lightly lifting my body from the bench. So carefully he moved me…as if I were a porcelain doll.
“Alright,” I muttered, my gaze fallen to the ground. I didn’t care where we were going. I didn’t want to know where we were going. I just wanted this. To be cared for. To be concerned over. To…to be needed.
Down we walked across the concrete boardwalk, the setting sun ending the chapter of my life; or what I considered it to have been.
God…I hated how naive I was…
***
The shattering echo of a clicking doorknob tore the raven-haired man from his thoughts. Reita hadn’t even realized he was reminiscing. The memories washing his brain in such a heavy fog that the thoughts seemed more in the form of a dream. He silently discarded the feeling from his body with a light shake of his head; forefinger and thumb resting on the bridge of his nose. The pressure behind his skull signaled an awaiting headache.
“Back. Sorry it took so long,” Ruki semi-shouted, his gaze not even lifting up to study Reita. “Traffic was a bitch and Uruha was an even bigger bitch. But, he was nice enough to let me steal some clothes from him…”
Reita shifted his head to the side, only to watch he blonde nonchalantly cast a gray T-shirt and a pair of black track pants onto the countertop.
“Before you put that on be sure to take a proper bath.”
Ruki shuffled across the room again, resuming the ritual of removing his coat.
“I don’t want those cuts to get infected. One day without antibiotics is enough.”
The sound of sock-covered feet scuffled against the bare floor. The noise faded briefly then returned; a thick towel soon was shoved into Reita’s face.
“Here. You should know where the bathroom is.”
With that statement Ruki abandoned the other to his own devices. It had been a long time since Reita had ever taken a bath. Sure, he’d taken showers in the past but those were normally in 2X2 rooms where the only lighting came from a crack in the concrete foundation; the water lapsing from searing hot to a frigid cold in an unpredictable matter of seconds.
“What? Did you already forget where it is?” Ruki questioned after Reita’s moment of immobility.
“No,” the dark-haired man stated, his frame turning toward the bathroom.
Quietly, he shut the door behind him…and stared dumbfounded at the now empty tub.
How did the blonde fill it again?
***
It was a solid minute before Ruki could hear the sound of any water running. But…the water wasn’t running per se.
“H-hey…is everything alright in there?” Ruki inquired, voice slightly strained with anxiety.
No response.
Ruki waited a few seconds before knocking on the door again, “Hey! Is everything good?”
All of a sudden a deafening crash and the blunt sound of a body hitting the tile floor reverberated from behind the closed door.
“What the Hell?” the shorter panicked.
His hands flew to the doorknob and rotated the device into opening. Ruki nearly slipped on the slick bathroom floor as his feet flew from wood to tile.
“Shit!” he breathed as his hands shot out to the nearby sink basin to support himself.
Once his body was at a comfortable stance, Ruki’s eyes fell on the source of the water. Upturned and contorted with jagged metal, the faucet of the bathtub was spewing out water in a single, violent flow that formed a miniature rainfall that drenched all corners of the bathroom. Slowly the blonde made his way over to the broken fixture in a bewildered haze. How did this happen? As the shorter bent down to further inspect the destruction, he noticed that along the acute edges of the exposed metal was a thin layer of crimson. Blood?
“Sorry.”
Ruki flinched and swerved his body around toward the voice. Behind him stood Reita, black hair covering his face in a dampened waterfall. He hadn’t even noticed the other standing there as he observed the mess.
“Sorry,” he repeated. Eyes cast aside. Frame hunched over. Arms hanging uselessly at his sides. He looked like a five year old boy that had been just scolded by his mother.
“W-what?” Ruki breathed, his own mind still back on the broken tub.
His eyes slowly traveled down the other’s figure…finally coming to rest on a pair of bloodied hands. Immediately, the shorter snapped out of his trance and first turned off the water before turning back to grab Reita’s hands in his own. Ridden with frantic anxiety, he turned on the sink water and washed the clear liquid over the red-stained palms.
“Keep them under the water,” Ruki said as he abandoned the other to get some gauze.
He returned moments later with the white fabric. After gently drying the others hands, he began to wrap the gauze tightly around the wound.
“What happened?” Ruki inquired while wrapping. His tone firm yet not harsh.
“I-I tried to turn it on…” Reita hesitated, eyes still diverted from the shorter.
“By offering it a blood sacrifice?”
“…”
“Seriously, if you don’t know something just ask me. Don’t go punching holes into my house when you’re clueless,” Ruki sighed.
He lifted away from the midnight-haired man and seated the gauze back in its original location. He returned to the bathroom with a rag and a bottle of antibiotics in hand.
“Sit over there,” the blonde motioned toward the ledge of the tub.
Obeying, Reita moved toward the edge and sat with his feet in the dampened tub. Ruki wetted the rag with warm water from the sink and - without regard to its heat - slapped the moisture - ridden cloth onto Reita’s scars.
The water was smoldering. But Reita uttered no complaint. His body not even acknowledging the heat.
“Is it too hot?” Ruki asked while stopping mid-way down his back.
The scars were re-opening at a rather fast rate, providing the reason for his inquiry.
No words passed the taller’s lips.
“Whatever,” the shorter finally grumbled, returning to washing the wounds.
Kneeling down to one knee, Ruki traveled along his lower back; massaging the injured flesh with a caring hand. Silence timidly embraced both men; only the wet scraping of cloth on skin echoing around the room.
“Did you fall?” the blonde questioned; at last remembering the awkward “thud” he had heard.
Reita simply dipped his head.
“Where did you hit yourself?”
“…nowhere.”
“No. You fell. You hit yourself. Where’s the bruise?”
“…I’m fine.”
“No. You’re not fine. Where did you hit yourself?”
“…it’s okay.”
“If you happened to have hit your head and die from blunt force trauma, and if the police just so happen to arrive when you do, I swear I’m going to escape from jail, resurrect you, and kill you again. Now tell me. Where did you hit yourself?”
Ruki felt the other’s frame vibrate lightly under his palm. Was…was that a laugh?
“…I said. I’m fine. You don’t need to worry,” Reita responded, turning his head slightly to the side. There, a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. He was smiling! Ruki gazed in half-wonder as he unconsciously began scrutinizing the other; the hand on his back slowing pace as his attention diverted itself to the taller’s features. Dark hair - though unruly and dirty - clung to his face in a dampened embrace, the black lines emphasizing his previously subtle characteristics. Thin eyes that seemed to constantly analyze anything and everything. Dark pupils that engulfed the soul of all those who looked in them too long. Thin, light lips that went barely noticeable against his equally light skin. Though his expression came off callous at first, when he smiled he looked absolutely beautiful. Wait. Why was he staring at him? What reason did he have to stare at him? Another man, another male? Then, Reita turned away, Ruki’s trance violently broken.
“Eh…forget it…” the blonde muttered after a moment’s falter, brows furrowed delicately in minor perplexity.
Picking up his strokes, he devoted his attention to cleaning his back. But that question; still it remained. Ruki closed his eyes to the persistent thought and began to scrub harder. What was wrong with him? Why was he so nice to him? He doesn’t even know him! His name. His occupation. His home. His friends or family. What the Hell! His hands moved to a ruthless pace. He should be sending him to an actual hospital instead of tending his sores with silly home-made remedies!
Reita noticed the change in the other and turned his head once more. He opened his lips to speak a question of concern, but realized that it was not appropriate to inquire those who have not permitted him to inquire. So, his mouth remained slightly open, soundless words exhaling themselves from his lungs with each troubled breath. The shorter at last opened his eyes. His pupils landing on the fretted face of the other upon first glance. Shit.
“What?” Ruki managed to hiss, his tone unintentionally severe.
Reita felt the insensitivity of his voice and immediately turned his attention away. He waited for his expected punishment.
“Sorry,” he said as he felt no reprimand come.
“For what?” Ruki said as he discarded the rag and began applying the antibiotics.
“Sorry,” the other simply repeated.
Seeing as there was no other response from him, Ruki ended the exchange with a blunt ‘whatever’ and continued his disinfecting. After a minute’s application, the blonde lifted to his feet and examined his handiwork. The wounds were red with irritation but they were at least disinfected.
“Okay, put the clothes on,” Ruki ordered while removing the supplies from the bathroom.
Reita lifted to his feet and did as he was told. The clothes were a bit long on him, but width-wise they were a good fit.
“Good God you look like a hobo,” the blonde muttered upon re-entering the room.
He took the other’s wrist in his hand and led him out the water soaked space and positioned him again in the living room/ kitchen.
“Okay, we’re going out to the mall. First rule, don’t act like an idiot, and second rule, don’t make me look like an idiot.”
Coat on and keys in hand, Ruki led the obedient Reita from the apartment. The term sounded familiar…but….what was a mall?
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A/N: It took a long time but I'm done with Chapter 3...Part A!