[Multi-Chapter] Hell Can Wait - Chapter 1, The Burn
Title: Hell Can Wait - Chapter 1, The Burn
Author:
rainbowdots888
Pairings: Ryo x Ohkura
Rating: PG15
Length: Multi-Chapter
Words: 1646
Genre: AU, Fantasy, Mystery (for now)
Disclaimer: Too bad for me, I don't own these men... just these stories.
Summary: "We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell."
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The night was dark. The darkest he had ever seen in his thirty or so little years spent on this planet. So dark that he didn't even recognize the buildings around him, once the dim lights of the evening had been turned off. It was not him to get scared with nothing, really, and night was basically nothing when you had to work on the worst murder cases the country knew of. But that night, walking along the empty and gloomy streets of the city, Ryo was afraid.
A slithering fear was taking over his senses, climbing from his painfully pulsating feet to his heart. The day had been long, so very long... And now he feared that the night would be too short. A loud bang rang out in a nearby alley and he jumped aside, holding his chest in surprise. In the silence that followed, he snickered, loud enough to reassure himself, to disempower the fear.
“You're such a dumbass... It was just a cat.” He murmured to himself, straightening his working suit. Something howled painfully in the alley where the previous noise had came from, before the terrifying sound died abruptly, leaving its nerve-racking echo travel from a brick facade to another like a morbid ping pong game. “Well, maybe not just a cat...”
His legs felt weak as he hurried towards the avenue, where the lights were still on, blinding but immensely reassuring. Once there, drowned in the crowds, his heartbeat finally slowed down to normal and he could stop for a second to catch his breath.
Must be the last case... this carnage we've seen yesterday. The job starts to get on my nerves...
All of a sudden he felt as if someone was stabbing his back with a white hot poker. It hurt and it burnt recklessly, drilling a fire hole between his shoulder blades and making him fall on his knees under the scornful look of the passers by. Ryo turned his head for a second, helplessly, to identify the threat, to understand if he had been just shot or maybe stabbed... but his eyes met nothing strange, only seeing the immense crowd moving around him like a sickening anthill. The stinging pain grew fainter and he could stand again, brushing his trousers automatically like the good guy his mom had taught him to be. He turned again, just to check one last time and there it was, in the middle of those disembodied beings strolling around, this unmoving and threatening silhouette, perfectly still. And two burning eyes were drilling through his soul this time, orbs that were two red flames spreading the fire into his head, making the world spin around until he fell to the floor for good and lost consciousness.
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“Oy, Nishikido! Where were you this morning when we needed you here? I called you maybe fifty times on that damn thing that's called a telephone. Yes?”
The captain voice was so loud that it made his skull ring, hurting his brain even more. He had just pushed the double door that led to his district's precinct after a night spent unconscious on the sidewalk, a few blocks from there. He had to be looking so dishevelled and dirty that the pretty secretary at the reception desk had deeply frowned in disgust, despite her obvious and usual liking for him.
“Captain... I...” He searched for his phone in his pockets, without any success. Even his wallet had vanished from them, most likely stolen while he was unconscious. “Shit. They ripped everything off me when...”
“When what? And what's that look even? I've never seen you being so... strange. You okay?”
“No, I'm not. I think someone did … something to me. 'tis difficult to explain but I kinda passed out last night. Outside that is.”
His memory chose that exact moment to send him back on that sidewalk, in front of the burning eyes that had stolen his soul. The burn was revived for a second and he wailed in pain, desperately holding his chest. His colleagues that had remained silent until then stood up and ran to support him and help him to the nearest seat.
“What the heck with him? Bring him to the doctor, now!” Ryo heard his captain scream at them. He felt strong hands lift him up from his chair and carry him through the corridors, towards the forensic office. His ragged breath was painfully drawn out of his lungs and every gulp of air burnt more than the previous one. He would have cried of pain if it wasn't for the evident weakness of his body.
The doctor examined him thoroughly and tried to speak to him, only he couldn't respond, lost in the daze that had seized him.
“His vital functions are okay, nothing's wrong. No need to send him to a hospital, he's healthy and strong, maybe just a little tired...” reported the doctor to someone else on the phone with his custom blasé tone. Ryo felt his eyes close and slumber take over him on the examining table, in the comforting atmosphere of the room he knew like his own.
When he woke up there, a few hours later, he felt way better and the whole misfortune was almost forgotten. He went to the showers, refreshed himself with the cold stream all over his body and borrowed a clean suit to his favorite colleague, who was just a tad smaller than him. A coffee to go and he was ready to face the captain, and finally answer all his questions.
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“So... How do you feel?”
“Rested. Thanks.”
“Okay, I've assigned two officers to your case. I want to know what has happened last night. Were you drunk?”
“No. I've not drunk a single drop of alcohol since... Well, since Yumi's death.”
“Even last night, not even a beer?”
“No, Captain, not even a beer. I was just having a walk after the awful murder we've discovered lately. I needed air. And suddenly, it's like everything around became hostile. And I saw that... thing, those flaming eyes piercing through my heart and I passed out. When I woke up, I came directly here... I think.”
The Captain was seated behind his huge wooden desk, half hidden beneath hundreds of files piled up in precarious towers made of paper. He gave a doubtful look at his subordinate and cleared his throat.
“Ryo... You should have taken some rest after what has happened last year. See where we're at, now. You're clocking in looking awful, you're ripped off your things in the street, you're fainting, screaming in my precinct and then justify all this with I don't know what kind of fishy excuse when you could just confess that you've had a drink or two. Eyes in flames? Monster or something? Please spare me that nonsense...”
“I didn't drink. I know what I've seen. And call it what you want but the officers you named to investigate won't find a damn thing. It came for me. And it will come again.”
“Stop, now. Considering your perfect service until now, I will forget about today and move forward. You should do the same.”
“Thank you, Captain.” Ryo bowed curtly and turned to leave the room.
“Ah. Ryo. If you feel better, before leaving, I'd like you to go to the cells and let that guy out.” He threw a single sheet of paper that he had been holding all the time on the table. A few information and a photo were printed on it.
“Who's that?” He took the paper and looked at the picture. No name, no age, nothing except for a short physical description and the reason for the arrest.
Wandering. Are we throwing people in jail for that, now?
“Someone an officer found walking around here last night. He looked 'shifty' he said. No papers, no money, and he hasn't said a word. We don't have a crumb of a proof that he was doing something wrong, so he's out. And you as well. Take a rest. Two days should be enough.”
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Ryo slowly went down the stairs to the cells and asked the policeman on duty to open the door of the man he had to release. The light was out and it was freezing cold in the cramped room, when it was actually summer hot outside.
“How come it's so cold in here?” He asked the officer next to him.
“'Don't know, Nishikido san, the sun comes through that window all day and usually, it's way too hot in here.”
The prisoner was lying on his side on the concrete floor and didn't move an inch. His eyes were closed and his wrists taken between his knees, giving him the look of a famished child.
“Hey!” Ryo called, “Stand up! You're free.” He took a cautious step towards the lying body and softly poked at it with the tip of his shoe.
“Is he dead?” Asked the officer, the fear showing in his voice.
The lying man opened his eyes slowly and looked at Ryo with a soft smile. He stood up gradually, stretching his limbs one after another, revealing his real stature in the process. The man was way taller than Ryo and looked way stronger too, a striking contrast with the image he had given out when they had opened the door.
“I'm alive” He said with a very deep and steady voice. The stranger nonchalantly walked past Ryo and just before reaching the door turned to look straight at him. His brown eyes were full of light, like a small and warm campfire, reflecting the smile that had formed on his mouth. “And so are you, Ryo.”
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Author:
rainbowdots888
Pairings: Ryo x Ohkura
Rating: PG15
Length: Multi-Chapter
Words: 1646
Genre: AU, Fantasy, Mystery (for now)
Disclaimer: Too bad for me, I don't own these men... just these stories.
Summary: "We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell."
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The night was dark. The darkest he had ever seen in his thirty or so little years spent on this planet. So dark that he didn't even recognize the buildings around him, once the dim lights of the evening had been turned off. It was not him to get scared with nothing, really, and night was basically nothing when you had to work on the worst murder cases the country knew of. But that night, walking along the empty and gloomy streets of the city, Ryo was afraid.
A slithering fear was taking over his senses, climbing from his painfully pulsating feet to his heart. The day had been long, so very long... And now he feared that the night would be too short. A loud bang rang out in a nearby alley and he jumped aside, holding his chest in surprise. In the silence that followed, he snickered, loud enough to reassure himself, to disempower the fear.
“You're such a dumbass... It was just a cat.” He murmured to himself, straightening his working suit. Something howled painfully in the alley where the previous noise had came from, before the terrifying sound died abruptly, leaving its nerve-racking echo travel from a brick facade to another like a morbid ping pong game. “Well, maybe not just a cat...”
His legs felt weak as he hurried towards the avenue, where the lights were still on, blinding but immensely reassuring. Once there, drowned in the crowds, his heartbeat finally slowed down to normal and he could stop for a second to catch his breath.
Must be the last case... this carnage we've seen yesterday. The job starts to get on my nerves...
All of a sudden he felt as if someone was stabbing his back with a white hot poker. It hurt and it burnt recklessly, drilling a fire hole between his shoulder blades and making him fall on his knees under the scornful look of the passers by. Ryo turned his head for a second, helplessly, to identify the threat, to understand if he had been just shot or maybe stabbed... but his eyes met nothing strange, only seeing the immense crowd moving around him like a sickening anthill. The stinging pain grew fainter and he could stand again, brushing his trousers automatically like the good guy his mom had taught him to be. He turned again, just to check one last time and there it was, in the middle of those disembodied beings strolling around, this unmoving and threatening silhouette, perfectly still. And two burning eyes were drilling through his soul this time, orbs that were two red flames spreading the fire into his head, making the world spin around until he fell to the floor for good and lost consciousness.
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“Oy, Nishikido! Where were you this morning when we needed you here? I called you maybe fifty times on that damn thing that's called a telephone. Yes?”
The captain voice was so loud that it made his skull ring, hurting his brain even more. He had just pushed the double door that led to his district's precinct after a night spent unconscious on the sidewalk, a few blocks from there. He had to be looking so dishevelled and dirty that the pretty secretary at the reception desk had deeply frowned in disgust, despite her obvious and usual liking for him.
“Captain... I...” He searched for his phone in his pockets, without any success. Even his wallet had vanished from them, most likely stolen while he was unconscious. “Shit. They ripped everything off me when...”
“When what? And what's that look even? I've never seen you being so... strange. You okay?”
“No, I'm not. I think someone did … something to me. 'tis difficult to explain but I kinda passed out last night. Outside that is.”
His memory chose that exact moment to send him back on that sidewalk, in front of the burning eyes that had stolen his soul. The burn was revived for a second and he wailed in pain, desperately holding his chest. His colleagues that had remained silent until then stood up and ran to support him and help him to the nearest seat.
“What the heck with him? Bring him to the doctor, now!” Ryo heard his captain scream at them. He felt strong hands lift him up from his chair and carry him through the corridors, towards the forensic office. His ragged breath was painfully drawn out of his lungs and every gulp of air burnt more than the previous one. He would have cried of pain if it wasn't for the evident weakness of his body.
The doctor examined him thoroughly and tried to speak to him, only he couldn't respond, lost in the daze that had seized him.
“His vital functions are okay, nothing's wrong. No need to send him to a hospital, he's healthy and strong, maybe just a little tired...” reported the doctor to someone else on the phone with his custom blasé tone. Ryo felt his eyes close and slumber take over him on the examining table, in the comforting atmosphere of the room he knew like his own.
When he woke up there, a few hours later, he felt way better and the whole misfortune was almost forgotten. He went to the showers, refreshed himself with the cold stream all over his body and borrowed a clean suit to his favorite colleague, who was just a tad smaller than him. A coffee to go and he was ready to face the captain, and finally answer all his questions.
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“So... How do you feel?”
“Rested. Thanks.”
“Okay, I've assigned two officers to your case. I want to know what has happened last night. Were you drunk?”
“No. I've not drunk a single drop of alcohol since... Well, since Yumi's death.”
“Even last night, not even a beer?”
“No, Captain, not even a beer. I was just having a walk after the awful murder we've discovered lately. I needed air. And suddenly, it's like everything around became hostile. And I saw that... thing, those flaming eyes piercing through my heart and I passed out. When I woke up, I came directly here... I think.”
The Captain was seated behind his huge wooden desk, half hidden beneath hundreds of files piled up in precarious towers made of paper. He gave a doubtful look at his subordinate and cleared his throat.
“Ryo... You should have taken some rest after what has happened last year. See where we're at, now. You're clocking in looking awful, you're ripped off your things in the street, you're fainting, screaming in my precinct and then justify all this with I don't know what kind of fishy excuse when you could just confess that you've had a drink or two. Eyes in flames? Monster or something? Please spare me that nonsense...”
“I didn't drink. I know what I've seen. And call it what you want but the officers you named to investigate won't find a damn thing. It came for me. And it will come again.”
“Stop, now. Considering your perfect service until now, I will forget about today and move forward. You should do the same.”
“Thank you, Captain.” Ryo bowed curtly and turned to leave the room.
“Ah. Ryo. If you feel better, before leaving, I'd like you to go to the cells and let that guy out.” He threw a single sheet of paper that he had been holding all the time on the table. A few information and a photo were printed on it.
“Who's that?” He took the paper and looked at the picture. No name, no age, nothing except for a short physical description and the reason for the arrest.
Wandering. Are we throwing people in jail for that, now?
“Someone an officer found walking around here last night. He looked 'shifty' he said. No papers, no money, and he hasn't said a word. We don't have a crumb of a proof that he was doing something wrong, so he's out. And you as well. Take a rest. Two days should be enough.”
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Ryo slowly went down the stairs to the cells and asked the policeman on duty to open the door of the man he had to release. The light was out and it was freezing cold in the cramped room, when it was actually summer hot outside.
“How come it's so cold in here?” He asked the officer next to him.
“'Don't know, Nishikido san, the sun comes through that window all day and usually, it's way too hot in here.”
The prisoner was lying on his side on the concrete floor and didn't move an inch. His eyes were closed and his wrists taken between his knees, giving him the look of a famished child.
“Hey!” Ryo called, “Stand up! You're free.” He took a cautious step towards the lying body and softly poked at it with the tip of his shoe.
“Is he dead?” Asked the officer, the fear showing in his voice.
The lying man opened his eyes slowly and looked at Ryo with a soft smile. He stood up gradually, stretching his limbs one after another, revealing his real stature in the process. The man was way taller than Ryo and looked way stronger too, a striking contrast with the image he had given out when they had opened the door.
“I'm alive” He said with a very deep and steady voice. The stranger nonchalantly walked past Ryo and just before reaching the door turned to look straight at him. His brown eyes were full of light, like a small and warm campfire, reflecting the smile that had formed on his mouth. “And so are you, Ryo.”
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