broken : Chapter 4 : Reward
Title: broken
Pairing: KoKame, KamePi
Rating: NC-17/18 (probably)
Warnings: Strong 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.
A/N: Slow update!! My bad~ But, here you go, the first entirely Kame-orientated chapter!
Kazuya crawled across the bed, careful not to slip on the silk sheets. Silk had never been a material he was particularly fond of. Sometimes it was just too smooth and it was kind of chilling sometimes. Having reached the head of the bed, he straightened his back and knelt on the large pillows resting there. He waited for a few moments with his back to the man who was waiting at the foot of the bed. Eventually, he pulled off his shirt and discarded it by way of flinging it carelessly across the floor. He took a deep breath - the next part would involve having to look at the guy’s face and take in all that disgusted pleasure brought about just from setting eyes on Kazuya’s bare back. It was never a situation Kazuya liked and it just reminded him of how worthless he was; how he was just there to be used. Kazuya, keeping his back erect, turned to look over his shoulder and forced his lips into a smirk - mind, he fucking hoped it didn’t look forced. Kazuya couldn’t really read his customer’s expression in dimly lit conditions of the room - he had commented on this one previous appointment with the man only to be reassured that it was for effect. He could never tell whether or not this was a good thing as, though the glee on the customers’ faces normally rubbed him the wrong way, it made it ever so slightly more difficult to determine whether or not he was actually doing the right thing. He’d probably had enough experience at this point to know exactly what he was doing but a slip-up was potentially dangerous and Kazuya preferred to, in this case, stay on the safe side of things. However, trying to work out the man’s expression would waste precious time and Kazuya would just have to get on with things. He licked his lips and, in a low voice, urged the man to come for him.
This guy was one of Kazuya’s richer regulars. If you did everything right and he was completely satisfied, he’d likely end up throwing money at Kazuya. As exaggerated as the notion was, there was no denying that Kazuya was really depending on this guy’s cash tonight. He owed a fuckton of money to some Meth dealer. How he’d ended up with such a ridiculous loan, he didn’t even know; though, he suspected that he’d probably been scammed somewhere along the lines. Somehow, the thought of having been scammed while getting his hands on the Meth was better than that of Kazuya having just bought out far too much of the stuff. His dealer was a somewhat dangerous guy. Kazuya had no real desire to fuck with him and needed to get his money in for the latest date he had been given. Even being that slow wasn’t ideal, to be perfectly honest. He wasn’t the kind of guy who was particularly inclined to fuck men, so Kazuya couldn’t pay with his own body, either. It had to be hard cash and that was exactly why he was so set on giving this weird old bastard, whose arms were now wrapped around Kazuya’s shoulders, anything and everything he desired. He didn’t care what happened, he just needed that money. And, as such, the next while was a particularly unpleasant experience. Though, in retrospect, it was far from having been the worst he’d been forced to go through. Not that you could actually use this as a positive to the situation, but, it was better than nothing, right?
Kazuya hobbled down the street, trying with great desperation to blink away the tears welling up in his stinging eyes. It occurred to Kazuya that there really was no such thing as a positive spin on things in this job and, no matter how you looked at it, the feeling he was left with after every appointment was nothing short of unbearable. The only good that had come from all that had been the huge wad of cash that had been shoved into his hands as he was shoved, hastily, out of the front door upon the return of the man’s wife. Wiping his cheeks with the back of his hand, Kazuya began to curse himself and everything related. How’d he get into this hideous mess? Why was his life so fucked up? Ten years now it had been like this, living in fear and confusion, fighting to survive in such a distressing way and Kazuya was getting to the point where any memories he had of life before were becoming difficult to distinguish from fond dreams and fantasies. He could barely remember the initial reason for him being in this situation. Though, he had never really understood it all in the first place. That whole period of time could only be recalled as a hot mess of fear and confusion. With this sudden surge of unwanted fragments of the past stabbing into him, Kazuya swiftly turned into a corner and promptly threw up. He pressed his forehand against the wall and whimpered quietly, his entire body shivering in the night’s cold air.
The money was snatched, greedily, out of Kazuya’s hand. His boss was a man not actually too much older than him, Akanishi Jin. Boss. That’s all Kazuya saw Jin as. He wasn’t thought of as his pimp seeing as, all things considered, Jin wasn’t technically a pimp anyway. Actually, Jin had been living here the entire decade since Kazuya had been forced to come along. No-one had never really bothered explaining to Kazuya, and he wondered if anyone actually knew, why Jin was even here, but the general assumption had been that he was the real pimp’s adopted son. Though, whether or not this adoption would have even been legal was another thing as to which no-one was really quite sure. Jin hadn’t always been in charge of Kazuya, though. That had been a recent development. The real pimp had been more violent; a trait Kazuya rarely saw in Jin, surprisingly, seeing as he was exactly the kind of guy to get into fights for absolutely no reason. Furthermore, the other guy had liked Kazuya a little too much. At least, he had done, until he’d forced Kazuya on Jin one day. He refused to deal with Kazuya’s affairs after his violent sexual advances on Kazuya had the younger man attempting to strangle him, as well as managing to have broken four ribs or so. It wasn’t like Kazuya could entirely remember it, though. It had been Jin who had explained the whole thing to Kazuya and, according him, he had just snapped and that was about it. He hadn’t even been drunk or high, as far as Jin was aware. What Kazuya did remember clearly, though, was Jin’s having been ordered to ‘tear him to shreds’. Now, Jin hadn’t exactly done that but he hadn’t been gentle with him either. Rather than inflicting physical pain on Kazuya, Jin just did things that were really quite selfish or cruel. In the long run, it wasn’t any better.
‘Ah, my little slut’, Jin chirped, with a hint of tuneful patronisation in his voice, ‘You did good this time, didn’t you?’
He ruffled Kazuya’s hair before bringing the cash to his nose and taking the whole scent in, accompanying this with a deep exhalation of relaxed satisfaction, while Kazuya began to busily fix his fringe.
‘As a reward’, he continued, now fanning himself with Kazuya’s earnings, ‘You can have this’
Jin shoved a small plastic packet into Kazuya’s hand - a packet of Meth crystals. Kazuya accepted the reward gratefully despite being somehow concerned by the openness of Jin’s awareness of his addiction. After all, he could use it to control Kazuya - it was worrying. Pushing the thought aside, Kazuya continued to wait, expectantly, for his share of the cash. The older man continued to fan himself, raising an eyebrow at his now blankly staring employee.
‘What is it? Why ain’t you gone?’
Kazuya tightened the grip on his ‘reward’ and swallowed his nerves, ‘What about my pay?’
Jin gave an idle point in the direction of Kazuya’s hands, ‘Bitch, that’s yer pay right there’
Kazuya opened his palm and stared, hopelessly, at its contents. He didn’t get it.
‘But you said this was a reward’, he said, slowly, treating each word with utmost care.
‘Yes, well done, I did say that’, Jin said, clearly intending to make Kazuya feel like a mindless shit - and fuck him for succeeding, too, ‘It’s a special pay. Y’know, as a treat or whatever’
Kazuya stood, motionless, his eyes wide. No. Just no.
‘Y-you mean to say...’ Kazuya started, his voice shaky, ‘No money tonight?’
Jin laughed, in a loud and cruelly mocking way.
‘Oh, my little slut’, he scoffed, ‘You really thought I’d give you both? That’s cute!’
Shit.
‘Ah, no’, Kazuya said, quickly taking a slight bow, ‘Please excuse me’
Jin simply smirked in response. Kazuya bit his lower lip, eyes fixated on the floor with an almost demented intensity, ‘However, if it’s not a problem...’
Jin’s hand froze as he paused to scowl at Kazuya, making the latter feel like it would be appropriate to just break down at any moment.
‘I’d rather have the money than the drugs...’
Jin guffawed, so suddenly that Kazuya felt somehow dizzy. This wasn’t looking good. At all. No, this was terrible. Fucking terrible. Kazuya needed that money. He felt sick all over again. However, needless to say, throwing up right in front of Jin was not the way to solve anything.
‘But I really need the money!’ Kazuya managed to protest, his whole body trembling.
Jin was quick to reply, ‘And so do I. My dear little slut, please try to remember that you’re not the only person in the world’ - this was followed by a second ruffling of Kazuya’s hair, much to the younger man’s distress.
‘You...need it?’
‘Yes, for a new car’, Jin explained, regarding Kazuya with could only be described as a deadpan stare.
Kazuya gulped, honestly confused by this comment, ‘But, you got a brand new car not that long ago’
‘Yeah, and it got totally fucked up, so I need a new one’, Jin said, flatly.
Kazuya honestly couldn’t think of any decent response to this. Well, at least, not one that didn’t have obvious consequences. As such, he gave in and bade Jin farewell before continuing, dejectedly, on his way home.
Kazuya threw open his front door, immediately making his way to his cramped bedroom, throwing his coat into the hall and flinging himself down onto the futon lying in the middle of the floor. He buried his face into the pillow and began to sob softly. Gingerly, he lifted his head, directing his attention to his hips. He pulled the Meth out of the pocket of his jeans, looking back and forth from his hand to the small collection of needles lying on his desk. Well, if he was feeling this shit, there really wasn’t any choice was there. Kazuya pulled himself up from the futon and approached the desk, looking down at the needles with a sigh.
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Author's Note
Oh, look, it's Jin! Sorry for making him a bad guy! >< But, we'll see where things go with Jin, hm?
I know I said I'd be quicker with this one, but, I guess not. In fact, I took longer!! I was away for most of the weekend, so I couldn't finish writing for when I had planned. On top of that, with me hardly being an expert on drugs, I actually had to do a fair bit of research in order to write this chapter.
And, yeah, this is, by no stretch of the imagination, a pleasant chapter, nor was it pleasant to write.
Sorry, Kame ;A;
As for the obvious omitting of certain scenes...
The sex scene...I didn't want to write that. I just wasn't prepared to write about such an unpleasant experience, especially since I have very little experience in writing sex scenes. As for the end...well, it's implied that Kame started injecting, right? Well, in all honesty, I wanted to get this up to night and, as it was, I wasn't going to have enough time to look into the exact details of injecting Meth and the effect it has - I know it has euphoric qualities, but, I'm sure these things vary from drug to drug and stuff. So, sorry about that. You get a nasty cliffhanger :'D
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