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JE: Hiroki Uchi and Ryo Nishikido
Author: Hm
Notes: yay! twisted continuation, tho its not the end of it yet.
Title: Of Royal Blood
Hiroki sat at the back of the class, looking out of the window. The sun was just peeking out of the horizon. He let out a huge yawn and looked around. The rest of the class was seated in pairs except him. It could get quite lonely at times, but he couldn’t be more bothered by it.
The bell finally rung and the songs sang.
"Ohayo" greeted ___ sensei as she walked into the class
"OHAYO" chirped the class of eight year olds.
"Minna... we have a new classmate today!"
The class broke out into small cries of varied levels of excitement.
The door clicked softly and a boy walked in shyly. He had jet-black hair and it reminded Hiroki strongly of a mushroom. He was skinny and relatively tall compared to the boys in the class. He stood very straight, right in the middle of the class and stared down at his feet.
"Ohayogozaimasu. Watashi Nishikido Ryo desu." the boy said, "Yoroshiku Onegaishimasu." bowing deeply.
"Ano... can you sit with Hiroki-kun at the back?" sensei asked, pointing at the only available seat in class.
"Hai" Ryo replied, still staring at his feet.
Hiroki didn’t know what to feel at this point. It was still early (this can mean both things. its early in the morning, thus his mind's not working. its early to tell whether they'll get along)
The morning lessons passed in silence. It wasn't awkward or anything. They just didn’t know what to say to each other. Lunch finally came, and the lunch obasan pushed a trolley full of bentos in.
"FOOD!" Ryo spoke for the first time.
There was a sparkle in his eyes when they followed the trolley into the class.
"Smells goooood!" he said grinning widely to show almost his entire set of straight, white teeth. The obasan smiled motherly back at the boy as she passed him his lunch.
Hiroki stared, completely and utterly charmed by Ryo's boyish behaviour. He decided in a split second that he was going to like Ryo, and vice versa.
Throughout the short lunch break, they talked. Ryo was more of an extrovert than and introvert, Hiroki thought. And it was really easy talking to him.
He quickly learnt a few things about his new friend. He was ten. That makes him 2 years older than most of the students in class. He really loved sports, especially those that involved physical fighting. Like karate, or kickboxing. But somehow, that didn't really show - he came across as a rather scrawny boy.
Hiroki offered Ryo a ride home after school. At first, Ryo was rather hesitant, saying he could walk home. But as they approached the porch, he immediately went
"SUGOII" and ran shamelessly straight for the shiny black Royce.
The week passed and the boys grew closer. Ryo lived relatively near Hiroki, which was a good thing because they could go to school and back together, in Hiroki’s car of course.
It was Gym class, and naturally, Ryo paired with Hiroki. They did back flips, somersaults and what not. Ryo was good. In fact, too good, Hiroki thought. He had a natural flair for such physical things whereas Hiroki had to train really, really hard for it.
“Where do you learn all these from?” Hiroki asked Ryo as they walked.
It was after school, and Hiroki suddenly decided he didn’t want to take the car home, and walked instead. Of course, the driver protested violently, but Hiroki insisted, and there was nothing there could be done. Driver-san compromised by tailing the pair closely on the road. The lane was small, so it took skill for the driver to maneuver, taking care not to scratch anything. If he had his way, he would be driving on the main road now where he didn’t have to constantly crane to see if his side mirrors were in the way of anything.
Ryo kicked a pebble as he took his time to reply. “Well… my dad’s president of some karate company, so…” he turned to look at Hiroki and shrugged his shoulders “I guess I picked up a thing or two from there.”
Although Hiroki didn’t show it, he was jealous of Ryo at this point. He watched Ryo from the back as he chased the pebble he kicked too hard and was now rolling all over the place. He thought that Ryo was lucky to have his father teach him stuff like that. He wished he could spend more time with his family, and that his mom and dad were in during mealtimes so that he didn’t have to eat alone in that big house.
“Hey, wait up!” Hiroki yelled from behind, and ran to catch up with Ryo who was a good 10 meters away from him now.
He caught up with Ryo and kicked the pebble really hard, causing it to fly even further. Hiroki made a dash for it, leaving Ryo behind, and the car was even further away behind in that unfamiliar back lane.
It happened in an instant. Two burly men appeared from the sides of the streets. One of them scooped up Hiroki, who seemed so small in comparison. The other went straight to stop Ryo who was making a run towards Hiroki now.
Ryo met him head on. He was tall, bald, and had a big beer belly and resembled someone from the mafia. He probably was anyway. Ryo delivered a punch to his stomach. The guy only snorted when he saw what happened. He was even tougher than Ryo had expected.
Hiroki was yelping now as he struggled in captive as he was brought further away. That guy looked a lot like the one Ryo was facing, except he wasn’t bald - his hair was long and tied up in a neat ponytail.
Ryo decided that Hiroki was more important, and dodged the bald man’s blow and made a run towards Hiroki. He was really fast, dashing towards Hiroki, his mushroom hair bouncing away madly.
Ryo turned and saw the driver on top of the guy, pinning him down and thought ‘at least Uchi’s men was of some use’. And before he knew it, he was in arm’s length with the guy with the ponytail. He decided in a split second he was going for a kick. His legs can do with some stretching. A dusty footprint formed on the back of his black shirt.
He lost grip of Hiroki, and with Ryo’s kick, Hiroki was sent flying out of his arms, onto the gravel before them. A small crimson pool quickly formed at Hiroki’s head, coating the gravel. Hiroki lied motionless.
He turned and faced Ryo, who was equally upset and angry about what happened to Hiroki. He had a rather big paunch - typical beer belly. Rolling up his sleeve, he advanced towards Ryo, who looked even scrawnier put beside him.
He attacked. Ryo dodged. It was an advantage, being small. Ryo hit back immediately, and delivered another kick. This time, to his most vulnerable part. He bent over in reflex, clutching, cursing.
Ryo looked beyond expecting to see Hiroki. But all he saw was the crimson pool. He looked up and saw another guy in black, carrying Hiroki, heading for a van further up.
‘SHIT’ he thought aloud and gave chase.
“Hmph!” snorted ponytail. “You’ll never catch up, baka!”
And true enough, before he was even halfway, Hiroki and his kidnapper got into the van and drove off.
“ARGH” yelled Ryo in frustration, ruffling his hair. He turned around to see where that useless driver was. He was floored, coughing up blood. Utterly useless, thought Ryo, gritting his teeth.
“You better think of an explanation for Uchi.” Smirked ponytail.
Ryo flopped onto the gravel. It kinda hurt, but he didn’t care. He stared into space, trying hard not to think of the consqeuences.
Ryo slide open the wooden door. He knew what was in store for him. He knew it from the start.
Ever since he took this… this impossible mission up, he knew he was going to lose. How in the world can he protect Hiroki? Hiroki, the weak. Hiroki, the unsuspecting. Hiroki, the Crown Prince to-be that nobody knew. So what’s the difference? He thought, sliding the door close.
“Ryo,” his father called. His voice carried no emotion.
Ryo only replied by staring at his feet.
The wooden door opened again, this time, forcefully. His mother rushed in, with a small brown envelope in her hands. She ran towards his father.
“They sent us this.” She said, holding it out, looking uncertainly at him. There was a small bulge, the shape of a disc, on it read: “For your viewing pleasure.”
He took it, and with a sinking feeling, slots it into the player.
Ryo fell to his knees, thick pearls of tears splashing onto the floor. The image of his little sister appeared on the television. She was tied, hands and legs to a wooden chair, and her head hung limp. There were tears in her clothes, and the little of the face he could see had a nasty gnash. Blood was trickling down from the hind legs of the chair. Blood from her wrists because the ropes were too taught. She resembled an old rag doll. Ryo could have given anything not to watch what happened next, but he didn’t, couldn’t. His eyes were rooted to the screen, and if seeing her in that shape was bad enough, it was more than just heart wrenching to hear her.
The sound of a whip breaking through the air broke the initial silence. It landed on her left thigh and she shrieked. The whip was raised again, and landed on about the same spot. She cried in pain, biting her lip, begging him, whoever that man was, to stop. But he seemed to have drawn energy from her cries, and instead of stopping, he whipped her even harder, even faster. When he saw that her jeans finally torn, and blood oozed, he stopped. But not because he felt that it was enough, but because he was laughing too hard at the sight.
The sounds from the speakers filled the entire room, together with a sickening atmosphere. The screams were unbearable, and it was worse since he knew he was at fault and couldn’t do anything about it.
His father winced at ever whip he heard, as though he was the one being beaten.
Then there was silence as the man walked out of the frame. But he came back after a moment, still back faced to the camera. In his hand was a red, hot, glowing poker than had the letters NR. He examined it, holding it up against the light. He laughed again, and this time, Ryo gasped. He knew what was going to happen next.
His sister, whose eyes never left the poker seemed to sense her fate and begun, fruitlessly to shift herself away by making jumping motions, which seemed to do nothing but make loud noises against the floor.
The man’s laughter turned into a sneer as he advanced towards her. Without much of a warning, he extended the poker and aimed at her thigh. The same thigh he was so mercilessly whipping moments ago. The sound of her shriek was unbearable as Ryo decided to pull his eyes away from the telly, face buried in his hands. Her screaming stopped, and Ryo looked up only to see his sister on the ground, and this burn across her thigh: NR
Ryo buried his face with his hands, too ashamed to face his parents, too traumatised to find his voice.
“Screamy little sister you got there, don’t cha?” the man turned to face the camera. He sniggered before letting out a hearty laugh. It was Uchi, and Ryo suddenly felt like throwing up.
“Well, you have to bear the consequences, you little fucker. Hiroki is in their hands and its all your fault,” the recording continued.
“You only have 48 hours to get my boys back, otherwise…” he paused, looked over to his lifeless sister and sneered. It sent chills down Ryo’s back.
Ryo ran out of the house. He didn’t want to hear what his parents had to say about him, about this. Without realising, he reached the fork of the road, and came to a halt. Which way to go?
He debated. I’ve got to solve this no matter what, Ryo thought. And solving it meant he had some serious rescuing work to do.
Author: Hm
Notes: yay! twisted continuation, tho its not the end of it yet.
Title: Of Royal Blood
Hiroki sat at the back of the class, looking out of the window. The sun was just peeking out of the horizon. He let out a huge yawn and looked around. The rest of the class was seated in pairs except him. It could get quite lonely at times, but he couldn’t be more bothered by it.
The bell finally rung and the songs sang.
"Ohayo" greeted ___ sensei as she walked into the class
"OHAYO" chirped the class of eight year olds.
"Minna... we have a new classmate today!"
The class broke out into small cries of varied levels of excitement.
The door clicked softly and a boy walked in shyly. He had jet-black hair and it reminded Hiroki strongly of a mushroom. He was skinny and relatively tall compared to the boys in the class. He stood very straight, right in the middle of the class and stared down at his feet.
"Ohayogozaimasu. Watashi Nishikido Ryo desu." the boy said, "Yoroshiku Onegaishimasu." bowing deeply.
"Ano... can you sit with Hiroki-kun at the back?" sensei asked, pointing at the only available seat in class.
"Hai" Ryo replied, still staring at his feet.
Hiroki didn’t know what to feel at this point. It was still early (this can mean both things. its early in the morning, thus his mind's not working. its early to tell whether they'll get along)
The morning lessons passed in silence. It wasn't awkward or anything. They just didn’t know what to say to each other. Lunch finally came, and the lunch obasan pushed a trolley full of bentos in.
"FOOD!" Ryo spoke for the first time.
There was a sparkle in his eyes when they followed the trolley into the class.
"Smells goooood!" he said grinning widely to show almost his entire set of straight, white teeth. The obasan smiled motherly back at the boy as she passed him his lunch.
Hiroki stared, completely and utterly charmed by Ryo's boyish behaviour. He decided in a split second that he was going to like Ryo, and vice versa.
Throughout the short lunch break, they talked. Ryo was more of an extrovert than and introvert, Hiroki thought. And it was really easy talking to him.
He quickly learnt a few things about his new friend. He was ten. That makes him 2 years older than most of the students in class. He really loved sports, especially those that involved physical fighting. Like karate, or kickboxing. But somehow, that didn't really show - he came across as a rather scrawny boy.
Hiroki offered Ryo a ride home after school. At first, Ryo was rather hesitant, saying he could walk home. But as they approached the porch, he immediately went
"SUGOII" and ran shamelessly straight for the shiny black Royce.
The week passed and the boys grew closer. Ryo lived relatively near Hiroki, which was a good thing because they could go to school and back together, in Hiroki’s car of course.
It was Gym class, and naturally, Ryo paired with Hiroki. They did back flips, somersaults and what not. Ryo was good. In fact, too good, Hiroki thought. He had a natural flair for such physical things whereas Hiroki had to train really, really hard for it.
“Where do you learn all these from?” Hiroki asked Ryo as they walked.
It was after school, and Hiroki suddenly decided he didn’t want to take the car home, and walked instead. Of course, the driver protested violently, but Hiroki insisted, and there was nothing there could be done. Driver-san compromised by tailing the pair closely on the road. The lane was small, so it took skill for the driver to maneuver, taking care not to scratch anything. If he had his way, he would be driving on the main road now where he didn’t have to constantly crane to see if his side mirrors were in the way of anything.
Ryo kicked a pebble as he took his time to reply. “Well… my dad’s president of some karate company, so…” he turned to look at Hiroki and shrugged his shoulders “I guess I picked up a thing or two from there.”
Although Hiroki didn’t show it, he was jealous of Ryo at this point. He watched Ryo from the back as he chased the pebble he kicked too hard and was now rolling all over the place. He thought that Ryo was lucky to have his father teach him stuff like that. He wished he could spend more time with his family, and that his mom and dad were in during mealtimes so that he didn’t have to eat alone in that big house.
“Hey, wait up!” Hiroki yelled from behind, and ran to catch up with Ryo who was a good 10 meters away from him now.
He caught up with Ryo and kicked the pebble really hard, causing it to fly even further. Hiroki made a dash for it, leaving Ryo behind, and the car was even further away behind in that unfamiliar back lane.
It happened in an instant. Two burly men appeared from the sides of the streets. One of them scooped up Hiroki, who seemed so small in comparison. The other went straight to stop Ryo who was making a run towards Hiroki now.
Ryo met him head on. He was tall, bald, and had a big beer belly and resembled someone from the mafia. He probably was anyway. Ryo delivered a punch to his stomach. The guy only snorted when he saw what happened. He was even tougher than Ryo had expected.
Hiroki was yelping now as he struggled in captive as he was brought further away. That guy looked a lot like the one Ryo was facing, except he wasn’t bald - his hair was long and tied up in a neat ponytail.
Ryo decided that Hiroki was more important, and dodged the bald man’s blow and made a run towards Hiroki. He was really fast, dashing towards Hiroki, his mushroom hair bouncing away madly.
Ryo turned and saw the driver on top of the guy, pinning him down and thought ‘at least Uchi’s men was of some use’. And before he knew it, he was in arm’s length with the guy with the ponytail. He decided in a split second he was going for a kick. His legs can do with some stretching. A dusty footprint formed on the back of his black shirt.
He lost grip of Hiroki, and with Ryo’s kick, Hiroki was sent flying out of his arms, onto the gravel before them. A small crimson pool quickly formed at Hiroki’s head, coating the gravel. Hiroki lied motionless.
He turned and faced Ryo, who was equally upset and angry about what happened to Hiroki. He had a rather big paunch - typical beer belly. Rolling up his sleeve, he advanced towards Ryo, who looked even scrawnier put beside him.
He attacked. Ryo dodged. It was an advantage, being small. Ryo hit back immediately, and delivered another kick. This time, to his most vulnerable part. He bent over in reflex, clutching, cursing.
Ryo looked beyond expecting to see Hiroki. But all he saw was the crimson pool. He looked up and saw another guy in black, carrying Hiroki, heading for a van further up.
‘SHIT’ he thought aloud and gave chase.
“Hmph!” snorted ponytail. “You’ll never catch up, baka!”
And true enough, before he was even halfway, Hiroki and his kidnapper got into the van and drove off.
“ARGH” yelled Ryo in frustration, ruffling his hair. He turned around to see where that useless driver was. He was floored, coughing up blood. Utterly useless, thought Ryo, gritting his teeth.
“You better think of an explanation for Uchi.” Smirked ponytail.
Ryo flopped onto the gravel. It kinda hurt, but he didn’t care. He stared into space, trying hard not to think of the consqeuences.
Ryo slide open the wooden door. He knew what was in store for him. He knew it from the start.
Ever since he took this… this impossible mission up, he knew he was going to lose. How in the world can he protect Hiroki? Hiroki, the weak. Hiroki, the unsuspecting. Hiroki, the Crown Prince to-be that nobody knew. So what’s the difference? He thought, sliding the door close.
“Ryo,” his father called. His voice carried no emotion.
Ryo only replied by staring at his feet.
The wooden door opened again, this time, forcefully. His mother rushed in, with a small brown envelope in her hands. She ran towards his father.
“They sent us this.” She said, holding it out, looking uncertainly at him. There was a small bulge, the shape of a disc, on it read: “For your viewing pleasure.”
He took it, and with a sinking feeling, slots it into the player.
Ryo fell to his knees, thick pearls of tears splashing onto the floor. The image of his little sister appeared on the television. She was tied, hands and legs to a wooden chair, and her head hung limp. There were tears in her clothes, and the little of the face he could see had a nasty gnash. Blood was trickling down from the hind legs of the chair. Blood from her wrists because the ropes were too taught. She resembled an old rag doll. Ryo could have given anything not to watch what happened next, but he didn’t, couldn’t. His eyes were rooted to the screen, and if seeing her in that shape was bad enough, it was more than just heart wrenching to hear her.
The sound of a whip breaking through the air broke the initial silence. It landed on her left thigh and she shrieked. The whip was raised again, and landed on about the same spot. She cried in pain, biting her lip, begging him, whoever that man was, to stop. But he seemed to have drawn energy from her cries, and instead of stopping, he whipped her even harder, even faster. When he saw that her jeans finally torn, and blood oozed, he stopped. But not because he felt that it was enough, but because he was laughing too hard at the sight.
The sounds from the speakers filled the entire room, together with a sickening atmosphere. The screams were unbearable, and it was worse since he knew he was at fault and couldn’t do anything about it.
His father winced at ever whip he heard, as though he was the one being beaten.
Then there was silence as the man walked out of the frame. But he came back after a moment, still back faced to the camera. In his hand was a red, hot, glowing poker than had the letters NR. He examined it, holding it up against the light. He laughed again, and this time, Ryo gasped. He knew what was going to happen next.
His sister, whose eyes never left the poker seemed to sense her fate and begun, fruitlessly to shift herself away by making jumping motions, which seemed to do nothing but make loud noises against the floor.
The man’s laughter turned into a sneer as he advanced towards her. Without much of a warning, he extended the poker and aimed at her thigh. The same thigh he was so mercilessly whipping moments ago. The sound of her shriek was unbearable as Ryo decided to pull his eyes away from the telly, face buried in his hands. Her screaming stopped, and Ryo looked up only to see his sister on the ground, and this burn across her thigh: NR
Ryo buried his face with his hands, too ashamed to face his parents, too traumatised to find his voice.
“Screamy little sister you got there, don’t cha?” the man turned to face the camera. He sniggered before letting out a hearty laugh. It was Uchi, and Ryo suddenly felt like throwing up.
“Well, you have to bear the consequences, you little fucker. Hiroki is in their hands and its all your fault,” the recording continued.
“You only have 48 hours to get my boys back, otherwise…” he paused, looked over to his lifeless sister and sneered. It sent chills down Ryo’s back.
Ryo ran out of the house. He didn’t want to hear what his parents had to say about him, about this. Without realising, he reached the fork of the road, and came to a halt. Which way to go?
He debated. I’ve got to solve this no matter what, Ryo thought. And solving it meant he had some serious rescuing work to do.