My new Family: a Heisei Kumi fanfic (2/16)
Author: ryosukekoibito
Pairing: Keito-centric, with some side Ariyama, and more pairings to come
Rating: PG-13, for some scenes of violence ^-^
Genre: A little bit of everything, except smut. No smut, sorry~
Disclaimer: They all own each other. I own nothing~
Summary: Johnny Kitagawa head of the Kitagawa Yakuza Group, dies. Yes, he's dead. Now, Okamoto Kenichi takes over, and forces his son, Okamoto Keito into the Heisei Kumi, a subunit of the group; to learn and make himself a proper yakuza. Poor Keito didn't know what he was getting himself into...
A/N: I haven't updated in months and months. Sorry! I have been working on this multichap...I don't like posting until I'm most of the way finished with a fic. I've never tried anything like this, and I'm not very confident in it, so please tell me what you think! Thank you.
Previous Chapters: 1
He bolted up in bed as the door slammed. Outside the room he could hear yelling, sounds of running, and something breaking. He vaulted out of the bed, and down the hall, the voices growing louder. He went around a corner, and almost fell down the stairs in his haste.
The living room had turned into a battle field. Chinen was fighting two boys that looked twice as big as himself, and it became obvious why he was he kumi-cho. He was amazing, his fighting technique graceful and fast, like a deadly dance. Everyone was fighting, Yuto and Takaki both circling a girl, taking turns leaping at her, but she was quick, agile. There was a yell
"RYOSUKE!" But it wasn't Daiki who had yelled. It was the boy Hikaru had been fighting. Hikaru fell to the ground, bloody cuts decorating his chest and shoulders. The boy dodged through the mess of people, heading for Yamada. Yamada himself was busy having a sword fight with another kid, and hadn't noticed the boy that had yelled approaching. By the time he did notice, it was too late, the kid wrapping an arm around his waist, a knife at Yamada's throat. The boy whispered something in Yamadas ear, and Yamada's opponent took the opportunity to run his sword into Yamada's side, a crazed victory in his eyes.
"NO!" This yell was from Daiki, jumping at the boy whose sword was impaling Yamada's body. The boy withdrew the sword quickly, turning and slashing Daiki's shoulder as he did so. Daiki barely stopped, swinging his fist into the boys head, knocking him down. Yuto had left the girl, and was now sizing up the boy holding Yamada. Yamada himself was bleeding profusely, the blood staining his pajama pants and dripping onto the carpet. Keito drew his eyes away from the scene, instead worrying about Hikaru. He still hadn't gotten up from the carpet, and everyone else was busy. Keito ran for it, weaving his way through the fighting to Hikaru’s side. He picked Hikaru up, pulling him onto his back, and carried him away, slipping past Yuto, who
yelled
"Brat! Get out of here!" As he kicked the boy still holding Yamada. Instead of holding him hostage, it was now more like he was keeping him standing. The frenzied look in Yuto's eyes indicated that he too recognized that Yamada had to be rescued fast, or his wound would become life threatening. Keito dragged Hikaru up the stairs, laying him down in the hallway, and immediately running back down. The boy had dropped Yamada, turning his full attention to fighting Yuto, and Keito took the chance to sweep in, and grab Yamada bridal style, nearly running up the stairs with the short boy. Suddenly, there was an arm around his ankle, and he kicked at it, not looking back until he was up the stairs. When he came back down the attackers were beginning to disperse, only a few left. Daiki's opponent had gotten away, and only the boy Yuto was fighting, as well as the girl and one other were left. Soon, all were gone, and the house was eerily quiet. Only heavy breathing was heard.
"Keito...how's Hika?" Yabu asked, out of breath, hobbling over to Keito. Chinen immediately went into leader mode.
"Brat, you and Ryutaro will bring Hikaru and Yamada back downstairs. We'll put them on the kitchen table, and try to patch them up." He turned to the rest of the group.
"Injury status. Now."
Ryutaro barely had a scratch on him, although his eye was definitely going to be blue by the time the sun came up, Keito noticed, as they carried the two boys back down the stairs, laying them on the table. The other boys too were basically fine. Everyone was bruised, the only one that had a truly worrying injury aside from the two on the table was Daiki; the slash he had received from the sword was deep, and his arm hung limply at his side, blood dripping down his fingers. Inoo appeared with a first aid kit, and a sewing kit, setting them down next to the boys on the table. Chinen looked them over.
"I could call a doctor, but we can't have anyone else knowing where we live, they might not even accept them with their tattoos, and they shouldn't be moved anymore..." He looked over at Yabu, who was already disinfecting Hikaru's wounds with a damp cloth. "Can we take care of
this one ourselves?"
Yabu nodded, not looking up from his work.
"Yeah...let’s get started." A look of determination took over his face. His next words were a stream of orders.
"Inoo, disinfect Daiki's wounds. No Daiki, don't you move. Yuto, get Yamada new pants, he's bled all over these, they'll just be in the way. Takaki, thread a needle for Inoo, Daiki's gonna need stitches. Ryutaro, start gathering some gauze, we're gonna have to pack Yamada's
wound. You, Okamoto, start cleaning it up, we need to see how bad the damage really is."
Yabu’s orders were followed immediately, and efficiently. Chinen stepped forward, palms open, silently asking for a task.
"Thread another needle. For Hika. Not all of these need it, just these two." Yabu gestured to the cuts. Chinen nodded, and immediately got to work.
The boys worked until sun up, Inoo sewing Daiki's shoulder wound shut, Yabu and Takaki doing Hikaru's. Hikaru himself was conscious, and would occasionally give an order, everyone listening to him. Yuto packed Yamada's wound, he himself wincing almost as much as the half conscious boy on the table. With each wince Daiki would give Yamada's hand (which he had been holding tightly) a squeeze. He himself didn't wince at all as the needle dipped itself in and out of his skin, pulling the chunks of flesh together. Ketio and Ryutaro were put in charge of wrapping all of the injuries in gauze once everything else was completed. Keito was amazed at how well everyone was handling the situation. He was barely holding himself together, questions racing through his mind. Who were those people? Who was that boy, the one sointent on bringing Yamada back with him? Why did they attack? Questions like these continued to flood his mind. He was distracted from them however, by a hand on his own. It was Hikaru, whose torso he had been wrapping.
"You've never seen a fight before, have you?" The older boy asked.
Keito shook his head.
"I bet we've scared you off, and you'll be gone by the morning." Hikaru said, giving Keito what was ether an attempt at a smile, or a grimace, before closing his eyes, and adding
"Make the bandage a little tighter."
Soon, both Yamada and Hikaru were helped up to bed, both had insisted they could walk themselves, but ended up being carried anyway. Daiki refused to get some rest, insisting that he stay downstairs with the other boys, until Chinen ordered him to go up and watch Yamada, to make sure his condition didn't get worse. Once Daiki had gone, Chinen called an emergency meeting in the living room. Everyone piled around the coffee table, all serious.
"I think we all know that they were from the Wakaba Group." Chinen started. Keito nearly gasped. The Wakaba Group; the ones that had killed Yuto’s brother.
"Who all came tonight?" Takaki asked, running a hand through his hair. "I fought with Shidai the whole time; I didn't get to see much else."
Yabu had fought Ryuya and Ryutaro had fought his younger brother, Katsumi. Chinen had been fighting Miura Haruma and Sato Takeru; Inoo said he'd seen Yanagishita Tomo and Seto Koji.
"Who was the boy that yelled for Yamada-san?" Keito asked, and everyone gave him surprised stares.
"Kamiki Ryunosuke, of course." Ryutaro said, as though this was the most obvious thing in the world.
"There was one more." Yuto said, and everyone turned to him, listening.
"Misaki was there. Yama-chan was dueling with him..."
"No way." Inoo said immediately, everyone’s faces showing shock.
"But wasn't Misaki with us?"
"Yes, for years."
"What're we gonna do?" Yabu asked, turning to Chinen. "Please Kumi-cho; let me get revenge for our companions."
Chinen just gave Yabu a look.
"Our companions need time to heal. We'll retaliate, just give it time...they probably thought we were weak, because of the Boss' death. We just proved them wrong...Hikaru, Daiki, and Yamada won't go unavenged."
Soon after that statement was made, everyone went to bed, all ready to sleep for a few hours before starting their day. Keito himself couldn't sleep. He kept going over the attack and the injuries in his mind. A slight paranoia itched in the back of his brain, and he gave up on sleep, instead quietly getting up and crossing the hall to the room opposite his own, where Daiki and Yamada were staying. He slowly opened the door, peeking his head inside. Yamada was lying out on the two person bed, fast asleep in the position they'd left him in. Daiki too was asleep, sitting up in the bed, one hand entwined with Yamadas own, a slight frown on his face.
He slipped out, and went next door to Hikaru's room. Once it was confirmed that he too was fine, Keito went downstairs, and sat around for a while, wondering what to do with himself, when he heard someone beginning to come down the stairs. He got up, immediately going to see
who it was. To his surprise, Hikaru was hobbling down the stairs, his face screwed up in determination and pain.
"You're awake!" Keito exclaimed, surprised. Hikaru just nodded, continuing his way down the steps.
"No! Wait...what do you need?" Keito asked frantically, startled as blood began seeping through the bandages on Hikaru's otherwise bare chest.
"I can...food. I need food."
Keito nodded.
"I'll make you something, so...let's get you back in bed. "
Silently Hikaru gave in, and Keito helped him back to his room, Hikaru obviously not liking the assistance, giving Keito a look that made Keito feel like he was being blamed for something awful. Keito apologized when Hikaru was back in his room, and promised to be back with food quickly, running down the stairs and into the kitchen as soon as he left, a sense of urgency in his movements. The scary boy had wanted food, and he'd told him he would make him some. He made a large pot of steamed rice, and scrambled some eggs, and was in the process of finding bowls when a voice behind him made him freeze.
"What the hell are you doing, you bastard?!" Chinen had crept into the kitchen without Keito noticing, and was now standing less than a foot away. Keito’s heart caught in his throat. He was surely dead now.
"I-I...Hikaru was hungry. So I made him food...and," Chinen stood there, his face blank.
"And...so I made some for Daiki-san and Yamada-san too..."
Chinen walked over to the pan of eggs, grabbing some chopsticks off of the counter, and took a large bite.
"The bowls are in the cabinet on your left."
Keito let out a relieved breath, and retrieved the bowls, Chinen watching as he filled the bowls with rice and put the eggs on top, and grabbed a pair of chopsticks. He was just about to go upstairs, when Chinen said
"Oi, Bastard. You're in charge of taking care of them, got it?"
Keito looked at the short boy in shock.
"Y-yes. Thank you for the honor, Kumi-cho." He said, bowing, hands on his knees as he had seen the others do. Chinen just rolled his eyes a bit and huffed, walking off. Keito took the rice and eggs up to Hikaru, who to Keito’s surprise said a quick "Itadakimasu." Before digging in. He had seconds, and thirds, before leaning back in his bed, full.
Somewhere in that time everyone else had woken up, and eaten, all but Yamada. Daiki ate shortly after Hikaru, and had insisted that Keito bring Yamada's portions up so that when Yamada woke the food would already be there. Keito was just bringing the third bowl of rice and eggs when Yamada's eyes opened, and he moved to sit up, hissing in pain as he did so. Daiki stopped him, and turned to Keito.
"What're you doing?! Make yourself useful and help me get Yama-chan up!" Keito hastily set the bowl he'd been holding down, and went over, putting his arms under Yamadas own, lifting upwards, and slowly scooting the boy until he was sitting. Daiki had kept his good hand on the stab wound, applying pressure. They packed pillows behind the boy, and soon Yamada was eying the bowls of rice hungrily.
"Dai-chan, have you eaten?"
"This is for you. Here," Daiki turned to Keito "Brat, help Ryosuke. I can't." he said, indicating his bandaged shoulder. Keito held the bowl in one hand, chopsticks in the other, and slowly Yamada ate his breakfast, until all three bowls were empty.
"Thanks, brat." Yamada said, shutting his eyes, and laying back against the pillows. Somehow the nickname didn't sound harsh or mean coming out of his mouth.
Keito took the bowls downstairs, and washed them, returning them to their shelf before returning himself to Yamada and Daiki's bedroom. Daiki had an arm around Yamada, his body lying next to the other boy in the bed, and Yamada had obviously fallen asleep, his head resting on Daiki's shoulder. Keito sat in a chair next to the bed, and noticed a small necklace around Daiki's neck, decorated with a tiny skull identical to the one Yamada wore. After a few moments of silence, Daiki spoke, his voice quiet, as to not wake up Yamada.
"You don't know anything about Kamiki Ryunosuke and Yama-chan, do you?"
Keito shook his head. Daiki nodded, thinking to himself.
"It's not a nice story, brat. Not one of your little fairytales with 'happily ever after' at the end." Daiki paused, gaining an air about him that Keito could tell meant he was about to hear the story of Yamada and Kamiki.
"Yama-chan and Kamiki were childhood friends. They went to school together, had sleepovers at each other’s houses, shared toys, and played all the time. Halfway through their first year in middle school Kamiki moved away, and Yamada didn't see him for a couple of months. They ran into each other at a mall one day, and Yama-chan found that his friend had changed drastically in the months they were apart. Yet, for old times’ sake, they went and got lunch, and Kamiki told Yamada about his new life, and new friends, and implored him to join, to come with him, and have a new life with him in his new family; with his yakuza group. Yamada refused, scared, but Kamiki started visiting him at home, texting and emailing him, and Yamada eventually in his frustration asked why it was so important that he join."
Yamada shifted in his sleep, and Daiki paused in his story, watching him. Once they were sure he wasn't waking up, Daiki continued.
"Kamiki told Yamada that he loved him, more than anything in the world, and that he needed him. Scared, Yamada rejected his confession, and ran. Kamiki chased him, and caught him, threatening Yama-chan with a knife if he didn't come with him." Daiki's eyes had a look of fury on his face similar to the one he had when he had beaten the boy to smithereens in the fight the night before.
"Yama-chan was kept in a room in the Wakaba's main house, not allowed to leave the room for anything, and soon he lost track of time...until we came. We attacked, and Yamada took the chance to escape. There was a bit of a mix up; we thought he was a member of their kumi, and took him hostage. We didn't realize our mistake until we arrived home. He was underweight, and scared looking. Kumi-cho decided to keep him, after hearing his story, knowing that Kamiki would want him back. We used Yama-chan as bait, and for almost half a year we used him as our hostage.
"During that time he got stronger, and less scared of us, and as long as he didn't try to leave he could do what he pleased. He was announced presumed dead one day by the media. He went missing the day after, and everyone assumed we would never see him again. But, we were mistaken. He walked in the next day, asking to officially join our kumi. Within a few weeks he had made himself an equal member here, he found his sword in the weapons closet under the stairs, and claimed it. When Ryutaro tried fighting him for it, he won admirably, and taught himself how to properly use a katana. Now, Kamiki still obsesses over him, but he is strong, and fights against him. His family moved away after he 'died', and he has no way to contact them...he's given up."
Suddenly, a quiet voice said
"No, I haven't. I've accepted my fate, and found a new family...you." Yamada told them, opening his eyes as he did so.
"Now, I want to beat you at chess." Yamada said, sitting up and giving Keito a smirk.
"I'll get the board." Daiki said, getting out of the bed, and giving Yamada a quick kiss on the lips before he left. When he returned, he brought not only the chess board; Yuto, Ryutaro, Takaki, Yabu, and Inoo trailed in behind him, making bets and joking around as they did so.
"We want to see Yamada play you; he's never lost." Yuto explained to Keito, flopping down on the bed by Yamada's feet. They set up the board, Daiki acting as Yamada's arms and moving his pieces for him.
Everyone watched in anticipation, all paying great attention. Keito focused. He was a decent chess player; he could beat his father at least. Yamada was obviously enjoying himself, a small grin on his face that never left. The game lasted for almost a full hour, both boys strategizing, determined to win. Finally, Yamada made a final move, and Keito flicked over his king in defeat. Multiple exchanges of money were made, and Yamada sat there, looking to all the world as though he had just been told he was a gold medal winner in the Olympics.
"You're pretty good. We'll have to play again sometime." Yamada said, and Keito nodded. The game was fun; he liked hanging out with Yamada, he boy didn't seem to be very judging of him, unlike the others. He made lunch quickly, Yuto helping him prepare the food, rambling about what foods Yamada does and doesn't like, and how Keito could get in good with some of the other boys.
"What about Hikaru-san?" Keito found himself asking hopefully. Yuto shook his head.
"Good luck with that one, Hikaru's not going to change his mind about you unless he wants to...and he is not a fan of yours, brat. And neither am I...technically." Yuto added on the last bit thoughtfully, and left, taking Yamada and Daiki their lunch, Keito opening the door to Hikaru's room, the older boy’s lunch in hand, a knot in his stomach.
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