[FIC] Trust - Chapter 1
Title: Trust
Author: Nika
Rating: R (might go up to NC-17 if I actually have the guts to write explicite pr0n)
Genre: AU, angst, dark smutty romance, angst, some twisted stuff in between, angst. Oh, and did I say angst?
Warning: AU, very explicite content, adult situations, malexmale interaction (later on)
Pairing: Akame, possible hinted PiKame
Disclaimer: Kamenashi Kazuya and Akanishi Jin unfortunately belong to Johnny themselves, not me. I DO NOT want to imply that they are homosexual or bisexual (and even if they are, it's their business, not mine). Their names are only used to please my dirty fangirl mind.
Summary: Seven people who seemingly have nothing in common find themselves entangled in a web of lies, sin and betrayal as Tokyo gets plagued by a series of gruesome murders.
Author's Note: Plot bunnies were popping up everywhere the last few days, so I finally scribbled something down in the hope it'll satisfy my urges for a smutty Akame fanfic filled with smoldering hot angst.
It's my very first fanfic, so please don't expect anything spectacular or epic like
tia_junan , indigoskai45or blue_orbs' AMAZING fic(s). xD I tried my best, so I hope at least some of you will enjoy reading this. ^_^ Constructive criticism is more than welcome since I didn't take any writing or advanced English classes *waves her I-am-a-non-native-English-speaker-please-do-not-kill-me flag* but please keep flames to yourself as I'm already feeling warm enough due to some fever.
Also, this fanfic ISN'T BETA-ED. *sees multiple readers shudder* Therefore I apologize in advance for all grammatical and/or spelling errors. >_<"
If anyone's willing to bèta this story, please don't hesitate to let me know. ^_^
This story is dedicated to
zle12.
I hope you'll like it, dear. <3
TRUST - CHAPTER ONE
A cloud of smoke escaped his lips, only to fade away into the darkness of the night. He took one last drag, inhaled deeply and then threw the cigarette onto the wet floor, putting it out with the tip of his shoe.
He glanced at his watch and scanned his surroundings once more before heading towards his destination. He avoided most of the blinding Tokyo street lights, making sure no one would be able to identify his face if they would accidentally become a witness to the scene that was about to start.
He heard his victim, a middle-aged man wearing a brown Armani suit, loudly swear while trying to pick up the sapphire lighter that had fallen onto the concrete pavement a few moments ago. It was clear the grey-haired man had drunk far too much, seeing him sway back and forth, trying to keep his balance by gripping the brick wall beside him.
A smirk appeared on his face. It would be an easy one tonight.
Like a trained predator he slowly approached the crouched man, scraping the brick wall with the silver machete he was holding in his right hand.
Said man's head shot up when he heard the irritating sound and mumbled in a slurred voice something about fucking youngsters at night.
Leaning his weight onto a few wooden crates sprawled across the abandoned alley, he tried to get up to take a better look at the intruder. His vision was blurred at first, but soon his eyes widened in absolute terror as he noticed the shiny object the dark figure in front of him was holding.
Panicking, the grey-haired man backed off, stumbled over a cardboard box and fell onto the hard concrete, grazing his hand in the process. His eyes anxiously skimmed his surroundings in the hope to find an escape route, but all he saw were two brick walls and a bunch of soaked deserted cardboard boxes.
Even though this area was known as the place no one ever appeared to sleep, tonight everything seemed strangely abandoned, or so it seemed to the man.
His face paled when he realized no one was around to hear his screams or call the cops, and his drunken state instantly disappeared, having been replaced with the urge to vomit.
The dark figure's eyes turned into slits as he saw the fear stricken face of his victim. He took a stronger grip on the knife while slowly closing the distance between himself and the fallen man.
"P-Please don't kill me! I-I have money! Lots of money! I- Here, you can have it all! Just please don't kill me! I- My wife will- and the company-"
With shaky hands the Armani dressed man took a black leather wallet out of his expensive brown jacket and held it it out high in front of him, squeezing his eyes shut and bowing his head as low as possible.
Completely unaffected by the man's desperate pleas, the man standing at the end of the alley coldly replied,
"Katsumi Sanosuke, prepare to die."
Before the man on the floor could even fully register his words, the dark figure launched himself at his victim with a nearly un-human-like speed, covering the man's mouth with his left gloved hand while he quickly slid the knife across the older man's neck with his right, feeling warm crimson blood drip onto his black gloves.
He grabbed him by the collar, pulling him up before mercilessly plunging the machete into the left side of his chest.
The mouth opened in a silent scream while wide dark brown eyes looked at the attacker for an instant before rolling back into its sockets, head falling backwards.
After having pulled the blade out, he let go of the man's by now blood stained collar and the lifeless body smacked onto the cold pavement with a loud thud.
The mysterious figure fished a white handkerchief out of his pants' pocket, unfolded it, cleaned his machete with great care, tucked it back and turned around.
He took one last glance over his shoulder before disappearing into the cold night, leaving the corpse face-down behind in the dark alley.
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"Goddamn it, this is the sixth one in two weeks time!", the frustrated detective cursed as he angrily threw his jar of pens against the plain white wall before him, cringing at the earsplitting sound as the metal cup and several ballpoint pens crashed onto the floor.
He grabbed his jacket from the coat hook in his office, flipped his cell phone open and speed dialled his co-worker's number. He snatched the car keys from the desk, nearly threw his phone at the same wall his jar of pens had made contact with a moment ago when no one didn't immediately pick up but halted in mid-air when he heard a raspy voice mumble something about 4 a.m. at the other side of the phone line.
Holding the white phone back to his ear, he irritably snapped, "Taguchi, get your ass out of bed right now and be ready in five minutes." He pressed the 'end call' button before giving the other a chance to reply, smashed the office door shut and headed towards the elevator.
Taguchi Junnosuke groaned after he had hung up his phone. He so didn't want to deal with a pissed off Toma at four o'clock in the morning today.
He silently got out of bed, careful not to wake the woman lying beside him and quickly put on his pants and a ruffled shirt. Combing his left hand through his dark blonde hair and stiffling a yawn with his right one, he looked outside the window and sighed. Still pitch black, just as I thought.
Hearing a car coming to a halt in front of his driveway, he took his blue raincoat off the rack, stole a green apple from the fruit bowl on the table and rushed outside.
Toma Ikuta, a brilliant 27-year-old detective working at Tokyo's police station, parked his beige Corvette in front of his partner's house and impatiently tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. Less than a minute later, Taguchi Junnosuke, newbie at the office and Toma's co-worker for the 'Night Stabber Case', ran towards his car, holding an apple in his right hand while struggling with the left sleeve of his coat.
Rolling his eyes, Toma opened the passenger door from the inside, waited until the clumsy man got in and then sped off to the crime scene.
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"Last night the police found the lifeless body of Katsumi Sanosuke, head of the Katsumi Insurance Group in-"
"Hey, could you turn that up a notch?", a man in his mid-thirties, sitting at the counter, asked the bartender.
Said bartender placed the wet glass he was holding back into the sink and dried his hands on the black towel half tucked inside his pants before grabbing the remote control and pointing it towards the television above the right corner of the bar.
"- to the police report, the man had been attacked with a knife, similar to the previous six murders in the last two weeks. According to reliable sources, the wounds inflicted were the same as well, which means that Tokyo is dealing with a serial killer, although the police has not confirmed this yet. No further details have been given so far, but-"
"That has got to be some sick psycho, don't you think?", the man at the counter asked Kame.
The black haired bartender distractedly nodded, too busy pouring some liquor into his shaker to care what the man was talking about.
The customer noticed Kame wasn't in a very talkative mood today, so he sipped his drink, turned around on the bar stool and let his eyes wander around the café, looking for some interesting - hopefully female - company instead.
Kamenashi looked at his watch and frowned. He's late.
He took a small notebook out of his pants' back pocket and headed over to a young couple sitting at one of the round tables. After scribbling down their orders and flashing his famous grin, he spun on his heels and was about to go back to his usual working spot when he suddenly noticed a familiar man sitting on the last chair at the far left of the counter.
Putting his notebook down the counter, he smiled at the man before him.
"You're late."
TBC~
Chapter one end note: *wipes sweat off forehead* Okay, so this was chapter one! Please share your opinions so I know what I need to improve or change. *bites nails*
You don't have to comment on the future chapters if you don't want to, but could you please give a quick comment if you liked reading this chapter, so I know whether to continue this story or not. Thank you! ^_^