broken : Chapter 6 : Punishment
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: Longest chapter of the fic so far! This is kind of a rough chapter, I apologise.
Koki had to admit that Yuya could be pretty efficient when he wanted to. He hadn’t expected to get any more information on that drug dealer until the next night at the earliest. Yet here he was, standing outside the office with his back against the wall, having excused himself to take a sudden phone call.
‘Ryo...I don’t get why you’re calling me...’
‘I told you already’, Ryo hissed down the phone, ‘I got a reply from Tegoshi’
‘No, I don’t mean that, I don’t get why you’re calling me now. Like, really, this couldn’t have waited?’
‘Well, I thought this was urgent since you-’
‘I’m at work!’ Koki snapped.
Ryo clearly didn’t appreciate Koki’s sudden hostility and returned the harsh tone, ‘Look, shut the fuck up and listen. If you’d just quit being a twat and pay attention then, maybe, we could get this done with and you could get straight to the case after work’
‘I can’t just-’ Koki gasped, ‘I need a plan’
‘I’ll tell you about the guy and you can come up with a plant, seeing as you’ve got the rest of the day’, Ryo replied, not-so-helpfully, ‘Anyway, when do you ever plan things? You don’t think’
‘Ugh, I said already’, Koki retorted, ‘I’m at work’
‘What? It’s not like you actually do anything worthwhile in the office’, the other man snorted.
‘Oi, you git’, Koki huffed, ‘Fine, whatever, say what you need to say’
‘All right then’, he started, ‘Name’s Fujimoto Takeshi. It seems this guy is quite infamous in the streets already, despite this theory we’ve got here only just coming to light. He has quite a market in the troubled and depressed. He’s done business with plenty of whores - take that how you like-’
‘Ryo, I don’t think you should just call them whores like that’
‘-shut up. Anyway, it seems like there’s a specific bar he frequents, in which he does most of his work. We’ve been told that’s it’s called ‘The Danger’ - that’s reassuring - and we’ve got directions, too - but, really, that’s a dumb name, I’m sorry, it’s kinda cheesy. Anyway, I’ll email those instructions to your phone now. Apparently, he’s a little tricky to sport. Lessee...distinctive features...he’s got a scar across his jaw. Best to get him at sometime around 10’
‘Uh...just forward Tegoshi’s full email to me’, Koki said, with a frown, ‘I might forget all that by 10’
‘Understood’, Ryo said and Koki heard a few harsh clicks down the other end of the phone. Ryo was going to destroy that computer one of these days.
Kazuya stared hopelessly at the small collection of money he had piled onto his front room floor over which he was crouched. Well, there goes his rent. Kazuya shuddered at the thought of being evicted. He’d already sold off and spent away everything he owned that was of any real value. Kazuya dug his fingers into the roots of his hair, pressing his nails into his scalp. He was screwed. All he could really do now was give the guy what he had and beg for some kind of alternative payment to clear up the rest. Kazuya grabbed the coat that had been lying in a pathetic heap on his couch and shoved it on before scooping up in his hands the meagre, little pile of cash and stuffing it into his pocket. He slid into his bedroom and took a quick glance at the clock, as he double-checked all the drawers in his desk in the vain hope there were a few notes or coins he had somehow managed to missed somewhere along the lines. It was quarter to ten and there was nothing in the desk aside from Meth, injection utensils, a carton of cigarettes and a couple of spare bangles. He forced himself to resist the overwhelming urge to drive one of these needles into his bare flesh, as it would just erase everything, and prepared himself for the worst, though not without making sure to take that pack of cigarettes with him.
Koki looked up at the pub’s sign and, sure enough, the fluorescent, red writing spelt out ‘The Danger’. Even outside, where Koki was lingering, there was an unpleasantly musky scent of smoke and drink, and the hubbub of intoxicated conversation could be heard loud and clear. If Koki was ever forced to sum up the place, for whatever peculiar reason, he would describe it, quite simply, as a well-kept dump. That isn’t to say it was run down or anything and, to be fair, the building itself was in good enough condition but, still, it was an undoubtedly foul establishment. Eyes still fixed on the sign-board, Koki couldn’t help but feel that the words up there were going to end up being distressingly appropriate. Eventually, after screaming mental reminders of his being a policeman and, therefore, obviously being able to handle this, Koki tore his eyes away and, after taking a fairly deep breath, barged on into the pub.
Needless to say, it was hardly any better on the inside. The air was polluted with god-know-s what and Koki found himself taking care not to breathe too deeply. The crowded pub was clattered with small chairs and tables, and couches around the walls. It was a pretty cramped little place, mind, so, Koki assumed that the place’s being full was in no way an indication of its actual popularity as a social joint. Most people appeared be conducting some sort of business, all acting very secretive. Koki didn’t doubt at all that what they were doing was illegal. It was a shady place. However, police officer or not, he didn’t come to find out what they were doing, no, did he? After all, he didn’t want to make his occupation obvious before he even got round to what he was here for. He was here to find a guy with a scar.
A scar! That’s right!
Koki began looking for the scarred man, as planned, before spotting his potential target sitting down at a table, looking surprisingly, and almost unnervingly, unsuspicious.
Kazuya climbed over the mesh fencing built around the pub’s perimeter, and jumped down, before approaching the building’s backdoor. He always entered through the back, and had convinced the guy in charge to let him to do so, seeing as too many run-ins with drunken perverts wanting their share of him had put him off the more traditional front-door option entirely. In this place, it seemed to be basic knowledge that he was a prostitute, and, as it seemed many an ignorant little prick believed, that meant they could do with him as they pleased. Often, though, all they ended up with was a burst lip or a bloodied nose. Kazuya felt the backdoor allowed him a far more subtle entrance, since people didn’t really pay it any attention and it was rarely used for anything but discussing some kind of business too serious or important for the indoors. He slid into the building, looking around for his dealer. The guy didn’t have a hugely distinctive face, other than a nasty-looking scar across his jaw and it didn’t help that he had this really annoying habit of just fading into the background. Luckily, he seemed to have this one very specific table he always sat at. Noting that the guy for whom he was searching had just started up a conversation with some guy, he made his way over to spare table close to the dealer. It wasn’t at all ideal, but Kazuya figured that he’d just have to wait until that other guy left or he was noticed before their conversation reached its naturally end. It wasn’t like Kazuya wanted to do this, oh no, but waiting was nonetheless unbearable. He’d really just wanted to get this over and done with but it didn’t look like he’d be getting his way tonight.
‘Hello!’ Koki beamed, as he approached the man he had decided, taking a wild guess, was the one for whom he had looking. Well, how many guys could there really be with a huge scar across their jaw? Though, this part of this city was pretty rough...
‘Hello?’ the guy frowned at Koki. It looked like had been counting money or something.
‘Are you...’, Koki started - shit, what was his name again? Deep breath, oh, got it, ‘Fujimoto Takeshi?’
The guy raised an eyebrow, warily. Most people working in illegal vending could sniff a cop out a mile away. Koki laughed, nervously and scratched the back of his head. Act innocent, act guillable. Less to suspect and more to try and spam, that kind of feeling. Act like an easy target. It seemed like he’d saved himself well, Koki noted with an overwhelming sense of relief, as the guy’s featyres softened and he began to smile a little. It wasn’t exactly a pleasant smile but it wasn’t also an overly cruel one, either. He was just a guy...with a crooked smile.
‘Yes, that would be me’, Takeshi admitted, ‘Take a seat. Now, what can I do you for, pal?’
Koki sat down, as instructed, making sure to keep smiling like an idiot, ‘Well, I’ve been told your stock’s good’
‘Well’, Takeshi laughed, with a slight shrug of the shoulders, ‘It’s what I’m known for’
Koki laughed, not because he found that funny - which he didn’t, just arrogant - but in order to keep up the act, before placing his hands on the table. Staring straight at Takeshi, he said, ‘I’d like to do business with you’
Takeshi simply smiled, before looking somewhere over Koki’s shoulder, ‘Hm, to tell true, I’m waiting on someone right now’
‘Before they come, then?’ Koki asked, feigning hurt, ‘Just quickly?’
Takeshi frowned but not at Koki. His eyes were still fixated on that something in the distance.
‘No’, he said, finally, his voice low and his brow furrowed, ‘I’m afraid they’re already here’
He smiled at Koki once more, before standing up and giving a sharp, loud clap, ‘Wait here, I shouldn’t be long’
With that, he turned on his heels and headed for the backdoor. Moments later, as second, smaller figured followed. Glaring unsurely at that backdoor, Koki decided to wait for a bit before spying on the pair.
Carefully, Kazuya closed the door behind him before turning to face Takeshi. Kazuya was shaking and his evident fear seemed to be a source of great amusement to Takeshi, who was smirking cruelly.
‘So, darling, you’ve got the money?’ Takeshi asked, his voice smooth, as he stroked Kazuya’s cheek, gently, with the back of his hand.
Kazuya bit his lower lip and shoved his hands into his pockets. He pulled out the money and stared at it, hopelessly. Without looking up, Kazuya admitted,
‘This is all I’ve got’
Takeshi’s hand froze, before swiftly moving to make a violent grab at the money, which was subsequently, and violently, snatched from Kazuya’s own hands. Instinctively, Kazuya jumped back in shock, as Takeshi went on to count the money. He tutted loudly and began to tap his foot impatiently.
‘Now, now, darling, this ain’t enough’
‘I know’, Kazuya said, shakily, ‘I said it was all I’ve got’
‘You’ve gotta be kidding me!’ Takeshi growled, ‘Couldn’t you have, I dunno, given away a few extra fucks for a higher price?! Like the manky little slut you are?!’
It hurt. When people said things like that, it hurt. Like it was that simple. Like he could...
‘That’s now how it works...’
‘You useless little bitch’, Takeshi hissed, taking a painful grip on Kazuya’s shoulder, ‘C’mere’
The younger man let out an exasperated gasp as he was yanked forward.
‘I suppose I’ll just have to make you suffer’, Takeshi chirped, a terrifyingly sadistic excitement evident in his voice, ‘And, really, there’s only one thing you’re good for. Innat right, slut?’
It was taking every drop of energy in Kazuya’s body to try and calm the trembling, yet Kazuya was clearly losing in the struggle against his fears. Takeshi slid his hand away from Kazuya’s shoulder and dragged it across his collarbone resting at the bottom of his neck. Kazuya looked down at his feet, knowing fully what was to come next. He had worked it out. It wasn’t that Takeshi was unwilling to screw him but, rather, that he had wanted, from the get-go, to use is against Kazuya later on. As a punishment. But Kazuya just wanted to run, to go back home, to get so high he could just forget about all this for a little while. He licked his lips, nervously, and looked up at the older man with pleading eyes, ‘There has to be another way out...I’m begging you, please’
To Kazuya’s horror, Takeshi’s immediate response was to laugh, and really quite loudly, too, ‘Don’t play up! I know you’re used to this by now, whore’
No, a decade of selling yourself was not enough to get used it this. Kazuya doubted a whole lifetime was enough. Who could get used to this? With every passing year, he just felt more and more numb. He barely felt like he living anymore, he was merely existing without purpose nor meaning.
Takeshi used his free hand to slip Kazuya’s jacket from his body, having to use violent force when he refused to co-operate. With that out of the way, tossed carelessly aside even, Takeshi used both hands to tear Kazuya’s shirt from the hem, smirking at his victim who stood, staring lifelessly ahead as his shirt hung loosely across his torso. However, when he felt rough hands pull at him and the sharp pain of the winter night piercing his bare skin, Kazuya began to struggle with everything he had. He was quickly stopped when Takeshi shoved him, harshly, against the wall of the building. Kazuya tried once more to break free, but, upon turning around, was, immediately, winded by the taller man. Once again, Kazuya’s front was pressed against the wall, while Takeshi used one hand to hold him down and the other to get all the fabric obstructing his lower half out of the way. Kazuya pressed his forehead against the wall, teeth gritted. He could feel Takeshi’s hand, getting to comfortable Kazuya’s body for anybody’s tastes. Suddenly, he heard the sound of Takeshi’s own trousers dropping to his ankles and let out an unintentional grunt in anticipation of what was to come. And almost immediately, Takeshi took Kazuya, who screamed out in agony. He knew it. There was no escaping it now.
Leaving Kazuya alone to sob into the wall, Takeshi dug into the pocket of his victim’s discarded coat and pulled out the carton of cigarettes and a lighter. Kazuya turned to watch the older man as he lit one of the cigarettes. So, he was having his cigarettes stolen from him, nothing unexpected there. However, all of a sudden, Takeshi the lighter onto Kazuya’s now piled-up clothes and crushed it under his shoe. With a cruel grin, he dropped the cigarette onto the pile which immediately set fire.
‘B-but’, Kazuya stammered, watching the flickering flames in terror, ‘I can’t go home like this-’
But Kazuya wasn’t an idiot. He could see it in Takeshi’s eyes, in his demented smile, clear as daylight. He had no intention of letting Kazuya go home. The knife he has just whipped out could only confirm this, too. Kazuya barely had time to register its presence, though, before he felt something cold splitting his skin, followed by an abrupt and overwhelming pain in his side. With no clothes on to soften the blow, the knife cut straight into his flesh. Kazuya could feel himself growing dizzy, his blood rushing to his head as he fell. That headache, that fucking headache...it was back and he was blacking out.
He couldn’t open his eyes, it was so dark, he begged for light.
He couldn’t close his eyes, it was so bright, he begged for darkness.
Voices, he could hear voices, they were talking about him again, weren’t they?
He wanted to get up, to run away. He couldn’t. He was tied down. No control. Just pain.
But,
Why?
Finally, Kazuya came to, finding himself, on the cold ground, lying in something close enough to the foetal position. He was shaking worse than ever now, too. Bit-by-bit, he began to register his surroundings. He looked down at his hands and was met with a somewhat horrific surprise. They were stained red and he could feel something warm and wet, clinging to various parts of his body.
Blood! He was covered in blood!
Ah, right. The knife at his side explained enough, Kazuya decided, scolding himself for jumping to strange conclusions. He tried to get up but quickly realised that he was in far too much pain to get much further than sitting up. It was then that he noticed the body. Takeshi’s body.
Takeshi was lying, lifelessly, by Kazuya’s side. His face was burnt and the back of his looked smashed, with blood oozing out from it, forming a puddle beneath his skull. On top of that, there were deep gashes and cuts across his neck. Kazuya clasped his hands to his mouth - he had been so sure that he was going to die tonight, but, no, instead, he killed. He fucking killed. He did this. He killed. The bastard fucking deserved it but...he killed, didn’t he?
Kazuya needed to get away. Fast. He stood up and tried to make a run for it, only to tumble back down to the ground, cutting his bare knees and elbows on the rough ground below. Losing all hope, he brought his knees to his chest, buried his face between them and wrapped his arms around his shins, beginning to sob softly to himself.
‘Ey!’ came a voice from behind, a strangely familiar voice, ‘You okay?’
Kazuya turned to identify the stranger.
It was the police officer from that shop. The one who intervened.
Fuck.
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Author's Note
I took FOREVER to update, I know. But, I have excuses, lots of them!
First, on Friday, we had a Hallowe'en part, because my town celebrate Hallowe'en on the last Friday of October xD And, then, on the weekend, my sister was using my PC to Skype friends since her Skype wasn't working. Monday and Tuesday, I had to finish an English essay. And, yesterday...well, I was really tired, so I couldn't bring myself to do it.
If it makes a difference, it's a much longer chapter~
This is kind of a rough chapter, I think. I'm sorry about that. Trigger warnings and that. However...the rape scene. It's really nothing-y. But, I have little experience with writing about sex. And, I really didn't feel comfortable about writing it. Why did I put it in the plot, then? I don't know. But it slotted itself in and I couldn't do anything about it.
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