broken : Chapter 7 : Retaliation
Title broken
Pairing KoKame, KamePi
Rating: C-17/18 (probably)
Warnings: trong language, violence, sexual references, possible sexual scenes, references to prostitution, torture, character death and some other things as to which I'm not yet sure
Summary Set in an alternate reality, it's 2012 and Tokyo has become a centre for corruption, hidden under a false face of hope and justice. The advancements in technology are used both as reassurance for the people and a dangerous hidden weapon. Tanaka Koki is a police officer who doubles as a vigilante, intent on challenging Japan's ever-increasingly corrupt legal system. By chance, he happens upon a young drug addict named Kamenashi Kazuya whom he finds himself determined to help even despite his just having murdered a man. But, Kazuya possesses a dangerous secret, the discovery of which has Koki finding himself on an extremely difficult mission to protect those last few slivers of hope that Japanese society still possesses, against a powerful enemy that the advantages of money and science at their disposal. Koki will risk his life to protect all that he believes in and keep his promise of helping Kazuya against all odds.
It had taken Koki a good ten or so minutes to finally get up off his arse and follow the mysterious pair, now feeling pretty stupid, having realised that he’d just wasted the perfect opportunity to get some more info on this guy - maybe get a few snapshots of him doing something dodgy as evidence in case any other police officers happened to be nearby and demanded to know why Koki was meddling with unknown criminals. Though, it would probably be far easier to explain that than it would be to explain why was even hanging around in some drug-dealer-infested pub that doubled as a place of business for freelance prostitutes who weren’t comfortable with selling themselves on the streets for whatever reason.
The backyard of the pub was certainly no more pleasant than the rest of the place, though it was far emptier. That is, Koki couldn’t see anyone. Whether or not this was an improvement was unclear, Koki noted, realising that the crowds inside did, at least, succeed in hiding all the manky little nooks and crannies of the room. Suddenly, though, just as he was about to turn away and give up, assuming that Takeshi had already clocked that Koki was working for the police and buggered off, he heard a voice. A pained voice. In that very moment, Koki realised that there was actually a corner around the side of the building which turned out to be where some skips were kept, pushed up against the wall.
Crouching down and backing up against one of the skips, Koki peered round the edge of the huge, stinking hunk-of-metal and saw standing two figure and...wait...were they...fucking? So, Koki had been ditched for this?! But....no, it wasn’t like that, Koki quickly realised. The man Koki had now realised was Takeshi had moved away from the smaller figure, leaving him pressed up against the wall, sobbing to himself and shaking uncontrollably. Koki knew fine well what had just happened. He stood back, immediately writing up in his head various different plans, all of which resulted in Koki smashing that rapist bastard’s cunt in. His endless streams of genius were interrupted by the abrupt sound of flames, along with the stench of burning gas and fabric. Leaning over a little further, Koki stole another look at the pair, who were now, as it turned out, standing by a blazing fire.
Koki was well and truly taken aback by what came next - the smaller man had been stabbed and was now all groaning and passing out and...was Takeshi laughing? Seriously, was he fucking demented? Whatever he was doing, though, it didn’t last long, oh no. The smaller man kind of staggered lightly, in a messy attempt to steady his half-conscious self, before taking Takeshi’s shoulder in a powerful grip. He began to slide his hands up Takeshi’s neck, carefully caressing his rough features, before digging his fingers into Takeshi’s hair.
‘Oh, so now you want it, you worthless little whore?’ Koki heard Takeshi sneer, not entirely sure that the poor guy wanted anything else from him, ‘Too bad, because I’m all ready to slip open that pretty little neck of your’s!’
Takeshi gently drew his finger across the other man’s neck but the reaction for which Takeshi clearly hoped never came. The other guy didn’t even flinch. It was bloody weird change from the trembling silhouette Koki had seen just moments before.
The man dropped his left arm to the side and tightened the grip of his right-hand on Takeshi’s overly-gelled locks. It took him all he had but, even so, Koki managed to suppress any of the exclamations attempting to crawl their desperate way up his throat when the man, without out any hesitation nor warning nor, even, change of expression, yanked Takeshi round, this swapping their positions, and smashed the back of his head off the wall.
Koki watched on in mute shock, feeling at the same time guiltily impressed, as Takeshi’s head was repeatedly smacked against the wall. He wondered if the stranger was taking things a little too far now and considered intervening but was forced, by the realisation that he probably wouldn’t have the willpower to prevent himself from reacting similarly, to hesitate and keep himself at the sidelines just a little longer. Though, he quickly came to regret his decision as the smaller man pulled Takeshi, who was grunting loudly in agony, down with him as he fell into a kneeling position by the fire. There was absolutely no pause between this and the next thing, which happened to involving Takeshi’s face being shoved, really quite forcefully, into the hungry flames.
Koki was sure that was a bit too much. He couldn’t lock the shithead up if he was dead and, honestly, he really did prefer to lock them up - he wasn’t really that big on killing people. He took a few weary steps forward but, watching the stranger grab the already bloodied knife, Koki stopped short once more. The stranger, without what have seemed like anything akin to a second though, turned, making sure his half-dead abuser was at arm’s length from him, before attempting to hack at his neck. Quite suddenly, after a few messy collisions between the knife and Takeshi’s throat, the knife dropped from the stranger’s blood-stained hand as he fainted yet again, curling up into an unconscious ball, leaving Takeshi to fall to ground after him, gagging and choking on broken cries, his face contorting in pain and thick, red blood oozed out from the thick, deep gashes in his neck, before completely freezing up and lying, still, with glazed over eyes. Koki simply stared on in total shock. What the fuck did he just see?
In the few moments following, Koki had freaked out, trying to work out how we was actually supposed to deal with the situation - so much for police officers being fast-thinking and quick on their feet, eh? Eventually, he decided that the only sensible thing to do was check up on Takeshi’s victim, who was still lying in the faetal position. Koki guessed the boy was one of the whores Takeshi was reported to scam and murder. A few shaky steps in, Koki noticed the still-living body stir, the terrible trembling from before had returned. The stranger began to panic before making a clear attempt to hide himself away from it all. Koki couldn’t help but feel a painful pang of sorrow for the poor thing, he looked so utterly terrified.
‘Ey!’ Koki called out, trying to sound as calm and as unthreatening as was manageable, ‘You all right?’
Immediately, Koki saw the other man tense up and begin to turn his head, treating every last movement with utmost care and consideration. And, in that moment, Koki realised who the frightened figure was. That sharp and, endearingly, strange face was certainly distinctive enough to earn its places in Koki’s memories after all. As soon as the pair made eye contact, the thief, as Koki knew him, suddenly looked more afraid that he ever had yet in the short time Koki had known him.
‘Whoah, whoah’, Koki walked forward, slowly and carefully, ‘I’m not gonna-’
‘GET BACK!!’ the thief screeched, pushing his arms out in front of him, the moment Koki got anywhere close. Koki took a quick strife backwards. Koki liked to thin he was being considerate in doing this, but part of him knew that a lot of it was just fear of getting his throat hacked open.
‘I’m not gonna’, Koki repeated, with an unsure pause, to make sure that the thief was actually taking it in, ‘hurt you, kay? I just wanna help you’
‘Leave’, the thief growling, leaning forward and then wincing in pain at the pressure he had put on his own injured waist.
Sighing, Koki approached the shaking man and crouched down beside him. Somehow, the thief hadn’t immediately registered Koki’s presence, but the moment he did, a weak swing was made at the officer. He was like a fucking cat or something, trying to deal with his fear and pain by attacking anyone else insight. The thief lost his balance and toppled over into Koki’s arms, which had been outstretched the moment Koki noticed he was due to fall. However, in great contrast to the grateful response and realisation that he could be trusted that Koki had hoped for, the startled thief bit into his hand and pulled away. Like a fucking cat.
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Author's Note
Sorry about the huge delay in getting this chapter up!
I do have reasons - my grandpa died, and then I got TONS of French homework, and then my sister's PC broke but she needed to Skype people and then she needed to use the internet to study for exams and then I got an English essay and eurgh...
Basically, this chapter was meant to be much longer but I was sick to death of this thing not getting updated. I didn't want it to die.
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