broken : Chapter 9 : Doctor
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.
Author Note A certain someone returns - he has a job this time!
It had been a pretty quiet car trip, though, that could only really be attributed to Kazuya having passed out in the passenger seat. Now, he was lying, restlessly, on Koki’s bed, but Koki suspected that he was actually just asleep rather than just been unconscious anymore. Koki waited impatiently by the front door of his apartment, feet tapping impatiently and arms crossed. He’d just gotten off the phone with the doctor he’d told Kazuya he knew, that doctor actually being Yuichi. Yuichi had been reluctant to offer his services, claiming that picking up strangers off the street was already a terrible idea in itself. However, Yuichi was awfully soft, especially when it came to people in need. He didn’t have it in him to let the poor thing Koki spoke of bleed to death. That was why he had ended up as a surgeon in the first place, even despite his being horribly squeamish at the best of times. It was also his reason for agreeing to join Koki’s vigilance team. Initially he’d been against it, telling Koki that it was a ridiculous idea but, in the end, he couldn’t just sit back when he knew how harmful the truth really was.
After a good ten minutes or so, thought it felt closer to an hour in worried mish-mash of Koki’s mind, Yuichi arrived, a small surgery kit in tow.
'Where is he?’ Yuichi asked, almost demanding, before Koki even had the chance to welcome him inside.
‘In the bedroom’, Koki said, watching Yuichi as he threw off his shoes and dash around the corner and into the bedroom. Had he ever seen Yuichi move that fast before?
Much unlike his friend, Koki strolled into the bedroom, his hands tucked snugly into the pockets of his jeans.
‘Owch, that looks nasty’, Yuichi muttered, pulling the now-blood-soaked blanket away from the wounded body, ‘…s’deep’
Koki sat down at the edge of the bed and glanced over at the glistening red hole, as it pulsed busily. The deep red stuff oozing out him looked so sinister against the man’s pale skin.
‘It’s a deep cut, too’, Yuichi added, fingering carefully at the damaged flesh through rubber gloves, ‘What kind of knife was it?’
‘Can’t say I really looked’, Koki said, flatly.
‘You didn’t keep the weapon?!’ Yuichi asked, sounding more shocked than Koki deemed sensible.
‘Nope, threw it away somewhere on the way here’
‘But, Koki, you can’t just-’
‘I didn’t need it. I knew who the culprit was but’s he dead now, ain’t he? Anyway, this guy’s fingerprints were all over it, we couldn’t keep it’
‘I suppose’, Yuichi hummed, silently admitting defeat and dismissing the discussion.
After a moment’s silence, though, Yuichi said, quite suddenly, ‘My god, his pulse is erratic…’
Koki looked at the pained face of the bleeding man, ‘I told you, didn’t I? He’s a jun…I mean, meth-dependent?’
‘You said drugs’, Yuichi said, accusingly, ‘You didn’t say anything about Meth!’
‘Look, the issue here ain’t what he’s pumpin’ into himself, it’s what’s rushin’ out. He’ll bleed to death if you don’t get yer arse into gear!’ Koki barked, pulling a pack of heavy-duty painkillers out of Yuichi’s pack and shoving them in Yuichi’s face.
Yuichi sighed and shook his head, ‘Wake him up then. Don’t look at me like that, how can he swallow if he’s sleeping?’
‘Why didn’t you just bring a needle or something?’
‘I was going to but the moment you mentioned drugs, I changed my mind’, Yuichi groaned, ‘I mean, look at these little marks on his arms. He injects. I don’t want to screw with his blood any more than he’s already doing himself’
Koki nodded and shook Kazuya lightly until he started awake. He looked highly unsure of his surroundings and even a little frightened of Yuichi. Imagine that, scared of a coward like Yuichi! But Koki decided now was not a good time to laugh. Koki rested a gentle hand on Kazuya’s shoulder, only to realise that he’d broken out in a cold sweat. He was breathing quite heavily too.
‘Calm down’, Koki said, softly, as Kazuya managed to sit up, with Yuichi’s assistance, ‘Take this, okay?’
Koki took Kazuya’s and hand and slipped a pill into it, leaving Kazuya to sit for a few moments, his gaze switching between Koki’s face and the palm of his own hand, before finally popping it into his mouth, swallowing it before Koki could even offer him a glass of water. As a result, he did gag a little. It wasn’t very long before Kazuya was trapped in some kind of semi-conscious stupor and, as such, Yuichi began to work away. Not exactly keen on watching Yuichi at work, Koki left the room, favouring the cup ramen in his cupboard to gory medical procedures.
A couple of hours had passed and Kazuya was still sound asleep on Koki’s bed, only, now, his wound was carefully stitched up and bandaged. Yuichi had left a while ago so Koki really wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do. All he could really do was clean up and head to sleep on the couch in the front room. However, the moment he stepped out of the en-suite bathroom, Koki realised that the noise of it all had woken Kazuya, who was now blinking drowsily at him.
‘You can’t sleep like that, y’know’, Koki said, much to Kazuya’s bewilderment. What was confusing about that?
Koki folded his arms, ‘You’re naked’
‘I can’t do much about that. Besides, so are you’
‘I just got out of the shower! Anyway, I can lend you some clothes’
Before Kazuya could say anything, Koki threw him an old t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. Kazuya sat up and looked blankly up at Koki who, in turn, could only think that he had never before seen a person looked so bewildered by such a simple offer. Koki could only assume that even such basic acts of kindness were foreign to Kazuya and sat down beside him, leaning back, using his arms as support, until a sudden realisation hit him, and hard. He hadn’t offered Kazuya a shower yet, had he?
It was a much better shower than his own, sure, but Kazuya had stayed the night in five-star hotels and, rare though it was, pricey Japanese mansions as a result of his work - not that he felt it was anything at all worth bragging about. Yet, somehow, this room, though paling somewhat in comparison to whatever else Kazuya had within his frame of reference, it seemed to be a nice room. It was more relaxing anyway. Those other rooms, decorated with their deep-brown and black wall-work and cruel metallic railings, almost mirror-like, were immediately associated with unpleasant situations in Kazuya’s mind, so, this shower room, thriving on a palette of gleaming whites, soft blues and deep turquoises, was a distressingly nice change. The water also felt more pleasant, though, eventually, Kazuya assumed himself disillusioned, due to being jacked-up on painkillers. Regardless, Kazuya was just glad to be taking a proper, decent shower without being rushed to get out almost immediately, especially on a day like today.
Kazuya found the clothes to be very comfortable, the way they felt against his skin. He was used to washing his clothes in the flat’s shared laundry room and waiting for them dry on the radiator. He’d seen Koki’s small kitchen on the way in - he had a washing machine and a tumble dryer. Kazuya hadn’t used a dryer on his own clothes in years but concluded that they clearly made all the difference. However, despite his newfound comfort, being stuck in a stranger’s room all alone had never been to his taste, so he called out to Koki. Normally, he’d have put up with it, on the basis that he didn’t want to piss of whoever he was with (and also that he wanted to avoid them), but he couldn’t shake the idea that Koki was a little more understanding.
Koki practically threw himself into the room upon hearing Kazuya’s voice, only to find him standing in the middle of the room, tying his towel-dried hair into a short ponytail.
‘Did...you...need something?’ Koki frowned.
With a playful smirk on his lips, Kazuya folded his arms and slumped down onto the edge of the bed, ‘You left’
‘I know, I was gunna go to bed’, Koki said.
‘Oh? But your bed’s right here’, Kazuya mused, his head cocked to one side.
‘Yeah, but since you’re here, I figured the couch would be fine’
‘I disagree’
‘So?’
‘You helped me; I want to say thanks, so just sit down’
Koki did as ordered and sat down beside Kazuya. Wait, why did Kazuya look so nervous? But, before Koki had time to work it out for himself, the answer revealed itself in Kazuya, who had suddenly pushed Koki down onto the bed. Kazuya was shaking but upon his visage was painted an expression of unwavering confidence, ‘Go on, do what you want, free of charge’
A/N
OH MY GOD, CLIFFHANGER!!
And, yeah, Maru's a surgeon. He didn't have a job until now so I decided that he could help Kame out~
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