My new family: a Heisei Kumi fanfic (13/16)
Author: ryosukekoibito
Pairing: Keito-centric, with some side Ariyama, Chiitaro, Yamada/Kamiki
Rating: R, for violence and dark themes
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...
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All of a sudden their-his―reality was thrown back in his face, as though woken up from a dream. He had stopped being scared of them. Stopped thinking of them as bad people that did horrible things, and started thinking of them as his family. People to love and hang out with. Good people. Yes, to him that's what they were. But in the eyes of the rest of the world, they were demons, murderers, people that should be imprisoned or killed. They did awful things. Swindling. Extortion. Shootings. They-no, we- he corrected himself. I am one of these people. We are criminals and murderers. Hikaru is going to go and shoot this man, and it is nothing shocking. It is normal, and should be expected...
That's what he told himself. His heart didn't believe it. He grabbed his coat, and ran out of the house. He had heard of the Ikegura Dock. It was small and abandoned, surrounded by old empty buildings. He ran through the snow, through winding streets, past civilians, through the night, slowing as he neared his destination, quietly slipping into a building, climbing up metal stairs, to the roof, from which he could see, from the light of the moon, Hikaru and another figure, someone with blonde hair, wearing a heavy coat. They were ten to fifteen paces away from each other, talking to quietly for Keito to hear. Suddenly, Hikaru pulled out the gun, and the click of the safety being released echoed into the night. The man backed away a bit, and Hikaru barked something, causing him to turn to flee. He never got the chance. A shot was fired, catching him in the leg, sending him to the gravel. Slowly, Hikaru walked over to him, and the man let out a scream of horror, before Hikaru put the gun to his head, and pulled the trigger. The man fell limp. Dead.
Keito turned away, and vomited. Suddenly, a loud splash was heard, and he turned to see that Hikaru was now standing at the end of one of the docks, a trail of blood tracing his path, and large sets of ripples emitting from a spot at the end of the dock. The man was gone. Dealt with. Suddenly a crackle was heard, and color rained from the sky. Fireworks. A festival. Keito checked the time. 00:01. It was a new year.
Silently Keito slipped out of the building and away from the dock, back home without anyone noticing. Yuto tried to talk to him, but he couldn't look at his tall housemate, ignoring him and running up stairs, to a closet, hiding himself in there. He was shaking. Crying. His mind was empty of words or comprehensible feelings, leaving only the sound of the gunーthe man's final screamーresounding over and over. He felt numb.
He felt ill.
He felt betrayed.
Disgusted.
Broken.
He didn't feel anything at all.
There in the closet he became disillusioned once more, as he tortured himself. The torture lasted for hours, until the door to his own personal hell hole was opened, and a light was let in.
Hikaru was standing there, his hand outstretched toward Keito. The same hand that had been used only hours before to take another man's life. Keito shrunk away, unable to look Hikaru in the eye. Hikaru stepped into the closet, and shut the door, sitting down across from Keito in the darkness.
"This is my spot, brat..." Hikaru's voice was a mere breath. Then, in the darkness, Hikaru cried. He was silent, but his heavy, shaking breaths were a requiem for the man he had killed. A plea. He cried for hours, his emotions lain out in the blackness for only Keito to see. Keito found himself crying again, witnessing the repent, and forgiving Hikaru, joining Hikaru in his grief. The choice to forgive was made without his knowledge, as though he didn't have any input in this decision, and had to forgive Hikaru, if he was to keep on living.
"It'll be okay." He leaned forward, and in the darkness he gently wiped a tear from Hikaru's cheek.
There, in the closet, through the tears and the dark, a bond was made. Something without a name. Something strong and binding and lifelong.
Keito would never forget tonight.
"Good morning." Hikaru's tone was different than Keito had ever heard before.
Keito mumbled a barely audible "Good morning." in response, feeling self conscious and quickly shoving more rice in his mouth. Takaki giggled.
"Did you two have sex or something last night?" The brunette asked, looking between Keito and Hikaru.
Hikaru choked on his rice at the statement.
"NO!"
Takaki wasn't buying it.
"Something's different."
Inoo walked in, yawning and rubbing his eyes.
"Kei, let's get your opinion." Takaki said, catching the pouty lipped boy’s attention.
"Did they sleep together last night?" Takaki gestured to Hikaru and Keito. Inoo looked at them scrutinizingly, head slightly more foreword than usual.
"Something happened. I dunno about sex though...didn't hear anything." Inoo assessed, wandering over to the rice cooker. Both of Hikaru and Keito stayed silent, sharing their secret in the silence, almost telepathic.
Takaki took a consensus, and at the end of the day it was declared that Hikaru and Keito had slept together, much to Hikaru's apparent amusement. Keito however, was mortified. Sex?! He'd only ever been kissed once, and that barely even counted! He told Hikaru this, after dinner, once Takaki and Yabu had stopped their teasing, and left them alone.
"You've never done it? You've only ever even been kissed once?" Hikaru said, surprised. Now Keito felt like an idiot. Hikaru leaned back on the couch, thinking about this, before sitting up suddenly.
"Oi! That was my kiss! Whadaya mean it barely even counts?!"
Keito shrank back.
"I-I mean...well..."
"Do you want me to give you a kiss that counts?" Hikaru threatened, leaning in so closely that their noses bumped. Keito jerked himself off of the couch, standing up.
"G-goodnight..." He blurted out, before turning to go up the stairs, before tripping over something, and landing a couple of stairs up, on top of Yuto. The boy had obviously been eavesdropping. Both embarrassed, they wordlessly scrambled to their feet, tromping up the stairs to their room. Once they had reached it, Yuto giggled.
"Told ya he likes you, Mr. Oblivious."
"You're wrong." Keito said, quickly changing into his pajamas.
"I am soooo not wrong! He just nearly kissed you!"
"He was just trying to scare me, that's all..." Keito insisted. Yuto rolled his eyes.
"You're impossible."
The days continued in this fashion, and weeks went by without much excitement. Everyone was getting a little restless. They all expected the Wakaba to have retaliated for their raid before now, and the anticipation was building. One of these nights when it was particularly bad, Keito offered to cook dinner to keep himself busy. Deciding he would make miso soup, pork, rice, and steamed vegetables, he got to work, and was in the process of calling everyone to eat when the door slammed open, and a figure carrying two smaller bodies burst in. Keito let out a small yelp of surprise, his eyes immediately recognizing one of the limp, bloody boys draped over the man's shoulders; Ryutaro. He ran over, eyes traveling to the man that was carrying his housemate. The familiar face of Yamashita Shoon looked back at him. A shiver went down his spine.
Takaki and Chinen forced Shoon into a kitchen chair, and bound him there tightly with rope. All the while asking him what the hell he was doing there. Shoon didn't resist, or say a word, just sitting quietly, eyes focused on the small boys on the table.
"Keito, clean Shintaro's wounds, let's see how bad they are. Yuto, do the same for Ryu. Daiki, gauze and two threaded needles please. Inoo, ice packs. Yabu, peroxide." Hikaru’s voice rang out efficiently. Keito grabbed a damp washcloth and, assuming Shintaro was the smaller boy, went over to him, gently wiping off his face, before pulling off his bloodied shirt and beginning on his chest wounds. He looked over the boys face. He was so young, barely a teenager. Was he one of the underlings? Was it common for them to be this young? This tiny and innocent looking? Yuto glanced over, catching Keito's eye.
"He's Ryu's little brother, by blood. He's fourteen. His name is Shintaro. They were going to go out to dinner tonight. It had been a while...Shin-chan used to come over all of the time. He was gonna move in with us soon, but then you came." As Yuto said this, Ryutaro began showing signs of consciousness, his eyes cracking open, and a hand reaching out, searching.
"Shin..."
Chinen crawled up onto the table, pulling Ryu's head into his lap, brushing his bangs out of the taller boys eyes, and gently saying
"It's okay, he's here. You're home now...It's going to be okay."
Keito felt awkward and self conscious; he was the only one that knew about Ryutaro and the Kumi-cho's relationship. Seeing Ryu like this and not being able to at least give him a comforting kiss must be awful for Chinen. Yet, the younger boy managed to hold himself together, asking in a businesslike way
"What happened?"
Ryutaro watched Hikaru tend to Shintaro silently for a bit, mulling over his answer. Keito swept the room for something aside from the two battered boys on the table to focus on, and his eyes caught on something white and twisting. Shoon's scarf had a teacup on it, the steam from the hit tea rising out of the cup and twisting up the scarf, before scattering into snowflakes. HisーKeito's Christmas present. But, howー?! His train of thought was interrupted by Ryutaro's story.
"We were on our way to the restaurant when some of the Wakaba bastards surrounded us. Five of them; the two brothers, Koji, Mirai, and Haruma. They taunted, and asked for a fight, but I told them to leave us the hell alone...I didn't want to ruin our dinner plans. But then...then they threatened Shintaro, so I lunged at them. Eventually that foolish brat got dragged into the fight too, 'cuz he didn't run when I told him to...I don't remember much after that..." Ryu looked into Chinen's face, and whispered weakly
"I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough to beat them..."
A soft moan alerted them to Shintaro, who was coming to consciousness. Slowly, the small boy opened his eyes. He immediately asked
"Nii-chan...?"
Ryutaro turned to look at his little brother's face.
"I'm sorry I couldn't protect you, Shin."
Shintaro broke out into a smile.
"Nii-chan, you're okay! Thank god～"
This kid is so pure. Keito thought, amazed. Inoo slammed his fist down on the counter in anger.
"Koji and Mirai eh?!" He sent a glance Hikaru's way, and his tattooed housemate nodded, an agreement going between them. Suddenly, a loud noise turned everyone's attention to Yuto, who had been moved to tears, and was now sobbing, tears streaming down his cheeks and splashing onto the table in large drops.
"Are you crying?!" Takaki said in amazement, and Yuto shook his head furiously, denying the existence of the tears cascading down his cheeks.
"Yuto, don't cry～!" Yabu singsonged, chuckling, and lightening the mood. Within a few minutes the Morimoto brothers were taken upstairs, and put to rest in Yamada and Daiki's large bed, both boys falling asleep almost immediately. Once Ryu and Shin were out do the room, Chinen suddenly became serious, a dangerous aura surrounding him. He ordered everyone but Yabu and Hikaru out of the kitchen, his focus on Shoon. Gravely, they all filed out, Yuto, Daiki, Yamada, and Keito staying at the top of the stairs, trying to eavesdrop. Although they couldn't make out any of what was said, they could tell by the voices that everyone's emotions were running high. The interrogation lasted a long time, Yamada eventually falling asleep in Daiki's lap. At one point a thud was heard, followed by an even louder crash, and some indistinct yelling by Yabu. Daiki sighed.
"They hit him."
The knot in Keito's stomach added an extra loop to it's complicated sequence, making him feel nauseous. He prayed for Shoon's safety, begging with fate, hoping that somehow everything would be okay; finally letting himself acknowledge just how much the older man meant to him. Finally, late in the night, Yabu ran up the stairs, calling an emergency meeting. Everyone was in the kitchen within a matter of seconds. Shoon was still there, untied and sitting at the table, sipping a bowl of the miso soup that was supposed to have been for dinner. He was now sporting a purplish bruise on his left cheekbone. Hikaru was standing behind him, a hand on his shoulder, and a stern look in his eye; protecting the short man.
A bubble of hope rose in Keito's chest when he saw this.
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