Signature - 1/?
Title: Signature
Chapter: 1/?
Author:reeses6826
Genres: (overall) Suspence, Angst, Smut, etc.
Pairings: (overall) Reita/Uruha, Reita/Aoi, Aoi/??
Rating: (overall) NC-17
Warnings: (overall) Rape, Some violence
Summary: The most infamous and elusive serial rapist the city has ever seen has left his mark on the wrong victim. Suzuki Akira, driven by burning hatred will cross the lines he never toyed with to make the predator his prey before the man he loves is lost inside his grief forever.
Comments: I haven't written a fic in almost two months so I'm easing back in. Comments please!!!!! <3
"Jesus Christ, not another one," Akira sighed, dropping his newspaper to the kitchen counter with disgust. "That's twenty-nine now."
"What's twenty-nine?" Kouyou asked his boyfriend distractedly as he lugged an overstuffed laundry bag out of their bedroom.
"I told you about this guy! The serial rapist! He's attacked men, women, even children from all over the city!" Akira grabbed the newspaper, crumpled it up tight, and then threw it harshly into the garbage can for extra emphasis.
Kouyou laid down his load and pulled the paper out of the trash so he could investigate for himself. "Are you really sure its all being done by one person? That's quite a lot of victims."
"We're sure." Akira took one final gulp of coffee and put on his jacket for work. "He has a signature. Even the press knows that. Of course, we couldn't tell them everything."
Kouyou read from the headline story, "Police were quick to connect the young female victim to the notorious rapist, known in his taunting letters to city hall as 'Yamasha Imiro'. Officials are saying that the criminal who has now been responsible for twenty-nine sexual assaults once again left his signature, a word carved by a knife into the victim's body. As with the previous cases, the police will not be releasing any information about Yamasha Imiro's signature as it could lead to copycat behavior. All they will say is that the word, which they have yet to determine the meaning of, is always carved before the rape actually takes place, indicating a truly dominating pathology."
Akira gritted his teeth angrily. "As if raping these poor people isn't enough, why don't you mutilate them a bit, you fucking psycho! Yup, make sure there is no way they can ever forget what you did to them. Sick freak."
Kouyou placed the paper back in the trash where it belonged. He walked over to Akira and hugged him reassuringly. "You will catch him soon. I have faith in you."
Akira hugged him back, tightening their hold. "I hope you're right. Just be careful, okay?"
"You be careful, too," Kouyou replied as he pecked his boyfriend on the cheek. "I love you."
Unsatisfied, Akira caught Kouyou's lips in a deeper, more sensual kiss, allowing himself to linger just a bit longer. When they finally parted, Akira smiled warmly back. "I love you too."
~~~~ ~~~~
"Dude, if you're that worried about you should get him a guard dog or something," Yuu teased from across the table.
Akira picked listlessly at his lunch. "Its not a joke, you know."
Yuu dropped his smirk and cleared his throat. "No, you're right. I'm sorry. But I really do think your stressing out too much over this thing. I mean, of all the people in Tokyo, what are the odds that Kouyou is gonna be the one this guy goes after. Seriously, it could just as easily be me, or you, or... I don't know, the waiter!"
Akira let out a little half-chuckle at that. "Alright, alright, I get it. No need to endanger the waiter."
"Look, you're a good boyfriend to worry about him. All I'm saying is, you can't let something like fear of some weirdo control either of your lives," Yuu explained as he waved less than discretely at the aforementioned waiter for the check. "And if that's not enough reassurance, no criminal with half a brain is going to go after anyone that matters to the head detective in his investigation."
"I know," Akira resigned, his shoulders slumping even more. "Kouyou just always seems so fragile to me. He's so trusting and naive and... I can't help but think of the sick bastards who would want to take advantage of him."
"Well," Yuu pulled out his wallet, found nothing inside, and shoved it back into his pocket. "Just hold it together until the end of the day and then you can go home and take advantage of him yourself."
They both had to laugh at Yuu's consistently dirty mind. Akira grinned appreciatively at his friend, "What would I do without you around to keep me sane?"
Yuu just snorted. "I don't even want to imagine." He glanced at the check now on the table. "You're paying again, right?"
~~~~ ~~~~
Kouyou swung the grocery bag in his hand back and forth as he strolled down the street towards his apartment. He laughed a little to himself at the foolishness of having the ingredients for not one, not two, but three different dinners in the bag. Indecisive as always, he had impulsively purchased them all and resolved to let Akira decide what they would have.
He turned the corner into the alley behind their apartment complex and was silently debating the merits of chicken versus pasta when two strong hands gripped either side of his head and, with calculated force, sent him wheeling into the brick wall beside him. Kouyou's forehead slammed into the side of the building with a crunch and he fell onto his hands and knees on the cold pavement.
Moaning in pain and disorientation, Kouyou squinted his eyes against the slight bit of light in the alleyway which hadn't bothered him a few seconds ago but now made his entire skull throb. He could feel something warm rolling down the side of his face, but before he could reach up to touch it, the hands were back on him. They pulled both of his arms off the ground and yanked them painfully behind his back. Kouyou wanted to fight back, to lunge out of his attacker's grip and run like all hell, but his mind grew cloudier and little gray swirls danced across his vision. He felt ropes scratching his wrists, cutting into them as he exerted even the slightest bit of pressure. As his eyes continued to droop closed, he vaguely sensed that he was being turned and pressed down to lay on his back.
The dreadful hands without a face continued their work. Kouyou fell in and out of consciousness despite the distinct feeling of his pants being undone and moving lower and lower off of his waist and down his legs.
He tried with all his might to shout, to scream for help, but when he opened his mouth all he heard was a whimper, quiet and undetectable. Something cold and hard ran across his upper thigh ever so briefly before stabbing into his flesh. Kouyou gasped soundlessly and tried to jerk away from the horrible feeling, but it kept piercing him over and over again. One line, then another, then a shorter one... a curve... no a circle... then...
Kouyou managed to lift his head ever so slightly and looked through foggy eyes at the dark red blood oozing from his thigh and the strange message now engraved on his body. It was only a second before his head went crashing back down to the cement and everything went black. Except for that one bloody word that was stamped in his mind:
Aoi
A/N: I just realized that was the second time that I have sliced into the wondrous Uru-thighs (EDIT: Not to mention the time I had Koron bite into them). *slaps self* Ok, so I am in the middle of like three crack fics but its the middle of the night and I've been watching Criminal Minds so I went to the dark place. Let me know what you think - worth continuing???
Chapter: 1/?
Author:reeses6826
Genres: (overall) Suspence, Angst, Smut, etc.
Pairings: (overall) Reita/Uruha, Reita/Aoi, Aoi/??
Rating: (overall) NC-17
Warnings: (overall) Rape, Some violence
Summary: The most infamous and elusive serial rapist the city has ever seen has left his mark on the wrong victim. Suzuki Akira, driven by burning hatred will cross the lines he never toyed with to make the predator his prey before the man he loves is lost inside his grief forever.
Comments: I haven't written a fic in almost two months so I'm easing back in. Comments please!!!!! <3
"Jesus Christ, not another one," Akira sighed, dropping his newspaper to the kitchen counter with disgust. "That's twenty-nine now."
"What's twenty-nine?" Kouyou asked his boyfriend distractedly as he lugged an overstuffed laundry bag out of their bedroom.
"I told you about this guy! The serial rapist! He's attacked men, women, even children from all over the city!" Akira grabbed the newspaper, crumpled it up tight, and then threw it harshly into the garbage can for extra emphasis.
Kouyou laid down his load and pulled the paper out of the trash so he could investigate for himself. "Are you really sure its all being done by one person? That's quite a lot of victims."
"We're sure." Akira took one final gulp of coffee and put on his jacket for work. "He has a signature. Even the press knows that. Of course, we couldn't tell them everything."
Kouyou read from the headline story, "Police were quick to connect the young female victim to the notorious rapist, known in his taunting letters to city hall as 'Yamasha Imiro'. Officials are saying that the criminal who has now been responsible for twenty-nine sexual assaults once again left his signature, a word carved by a knife into the victim's body. As with the previous cases, the police will not be releasing any information about Yamasha Imiro's signature as it could lead to copycat behavior. All they will say is that the word, which they have yet to determine the meaning of, is always carved before the rape actually takes place, indicating a truly dominating pathology."
Akira gritted his teeth angrily. "As if raping these poor people isn't enough, why don't you mutilate them a bit, you fucking psycho! Yup, make sure there is no way they can ever forget what you did to them. Sick freak."
Kouyou placed the paper back in the trash where it belonged. He walked over to Akira and hugged him reassuringly. "You will catch him soon. I have faith in you."
Akira hugged him back, tightening their hold. "I hope you're right. Just be careful, okay?"
"You be careful, too," Kouyou replied as he pecked his boyfriend on the cheek. "I love you."
Unsatisfied, Akira caught Kouyou's lips in a deeper, more sensual kiss, allowing himself to linger just a bit longer. When they finally parted, Akira smiled warmly back. "I love you too."
~~~~ ~~~~
"Dude, if you're that worried about you should get him a guard dog or something," Yuu teased from across the table.
Akira picked listlessly at his lunch. "Its not a joke, you know."
Yuu dropped his smirk and cleared his throat. "No, you're right. I'm sorry. But I really do think your stressing out too much over this thing. I mean, of all the people in Tokyo, what are the odds that Kouyou is gonna be the one this guy goes after. Seriously, it could just as easily be me, or you, or... I don't know, the waiter!"
Akira let out a little half-chuckle at that. "Alright, alright, I get it. No need to endanger the waiter."
"Look, you're a good boyfriend to worry about him. All I'm saying is, you can't let something like fear of some weirdo control either of your lives," Yuu explained as he waved less than discretely at the aforementioned waiter for the check. "And if that's not enough reassurance, no criminal with half a brain is going to go after anyone that matters to the head detective in his investigation."
"I know," Akira resigned, his shoulders slumping even more. "Kouyou just always seems so fragile to me. He's so trusting and naive and... I can't help but think of the sick bastards who would want to take advantage of him."
"Well," Yuu pulled out his wallet, found nothing inside, and shoved it back into his pocket. "Just hold it together until the end of the day and then you can go home and take advantage of him yourself."
They both had to laugh at Yuu's consistently dirty mind. Akira grinned appreciatively at his friend, "What would I do without you around to keep me sane?"
Yuu just snorted. "I don't even want to imagine." He glanced at the check now on the table. "You're paying again, right?"
~~~~ ~~~~
Kouyou swung the grocery bag in his hand back and forth as he strolled down the street towards his apartment. He laughed a little to himself at the foolishness of having the ingredients for not one, not two, but three different dinners in the bag. Indecisive as always, he had impulsively purchased them all and resolved to let Akira decide what they would have.
He turned the corner into the alley behind their apartment complex and was silently debating the merits of chicken versus pasta when two strong hands gripped either side of his head and, with calculated force, sent him wheeling into the brick wall beside him. Kouyou's forehead slammed into the side of the building with a crunch and he fell onto his hands and knees on the cold pavement.
Moaning in pain and disorientation, Kouyou squinted his eyes against the slight bit of light in the alleyway which hadn't bothered him a few seconds ago but now made his entire skull throb. He could feel something warm rolling down the side of his face, but before he could reach up to touch it, the hands were back on him. They pulled both of his arms off the ground and yanked them painfully behind his back. Kouyou wanted to fight back, to lunge out of his attacker's grip and run like all hell, but his mind grew cloudier and little gray swirls danced across his vision. He felt ropes scratching his wrists, cutting into them as he exerted even the slightest bit of pressure. As his eyes continued to droop closed, he vaguely sensed that he was being turned and pressed down to lay on his back.
The dreadful hands without a face continued their work. Kouyou fell in and out of consciousness despite the distinct feeling of his pants being undone and moving lower and lower off of his waist and down his legs.
He tried with all his might to shout, to scream for help, but when he opened his mouth all he heard was a whimper, quiet and undetectable. Something cold and hard ran across his upper thigh ever so briefly before stabbing into his flesh. Kouyou gasped soundlessly and tried to jerk away from the horrible feeling, but it kept piercing him over and over again. One line, then another, then a shorter one... a curve... no a circle... then...
Kouyou managed to lift his head ever so slightly and looked through foggy eyes at the dark red blood oozing from his thigh and the strange message now engraved on his body. It was only a second before his head went crashing back down to the cement and everything went black. Except for that one bloody word that was stamped in his mind:
Aoi
A/N: I just realized that was the second time that I have sliced into the wondrous Uru-thighs (EDIT: Not to mention the time I had Koron bite into them). *slaps self* Ok, so I am in the middle of like three crack fics but its the middle of the night and I've been watching Criminal Minds so I went to the dark place. Let me know what you think - worth continuing???