地獄の暗殺者 - Chapter 2 - ReitaxRuki KaixUruha
Title: Jigoku No Ansatsusha (Assassin of Hell)
Author: shurikenwielder
Disclaimer: don't own 'em
Rating: PG-15
Chapters: Chapter 2
Pairings: ReitaxRuki KaixUruha
Warnings: language, violence, smut (later on)
Description: Reita was only a college student before it on. Before all of the mysterious murders in Kyoto. Before that assassin threw him into this mess. Before he was targeted by a secret part of the government and assisting a gang he wanted absolutely nothing to do with. Yes, he was only a college student.
Chapter 1
- -
"Where have you been?!" Kouyou screamed at him as soon as he walked though the door.
Reita simply sniffled in a poor attempt to hide his previous breakdown, wincing as a searing pain coursed through his arm. "Dammit," he cursed to himself, but the swear came out feeble as his throat was nearly closed. The doctor hadn't said how long it would talk for this to heal, just not to move it too much.
"I swear to god Reita if you ever scare me like that again-!"
"Kouyou..."
The other abruptly stopped in his rant at the sound of his friend's voice. It was so weak. Fragile. As if the man before him would shatter into a million pieces at the slightest sentence.
"Reita?" he took tentative steps toward him. "What happened?"
The blond simply shook his head, leaning into the other's shoulder. He propped his chin up as to not soil the other's shirt. "I don't want to talk about it," he whispered. He briefly tightened his grip on the other's waist before letting go and heading to his room, shoulders slumped and leaving his friend severely concerned.
- -
Reita couldn't sleep that night. He hadn't been able to for a week and could tell Kouyou was getting worried about him. But how could he now that he had finally met him? Jigoku No Ansatsusha.
He reached his hand up and lightly traced the outline of the bullet wound, the ridges still rising slightly through the bandages. Confusion clouded his brain with endless questions while his heart was misted over with a feeling of enchantment. It only thought of earlier in the hospital, when the other had had his face so close to his, lips only millimeters away. He wondered, or at least some unknown part of his heart wondered at least, how they would have felt. Would they have been as soft as feathers inside of a pillow? Chapped? Firm?
He mentally slapped himself for such thoughts. This person could have very well been the one that had shot him and here he was imagining what it would feel like to kiss him. Reita felt as if a dark cloud had settled itself over him, the rain bringing shame and disgust into his mind for those ideas.
I'm not even attracted to him. I never could be, not to a murderer...
He paused. But if the other had such perfect shooting trajectory then he had obviously killed before, and for a long time. He stared sadly at the ceiling.
How long has he been alone? He didn't seem that close to Kai, and even he wasn't scared of an assassin like Ruki-
He stopped and whispered the other's name to himself, finding the taste strange and foreign on his tongue having gotten so used to referring to him as the media given name.
He jolted up in bed as there was an explosion-like sound coming from the living room before his bedroom door bust open to reveal three large men that almost resembled a gang.
Wait, g-gang...?
He looked past them and into the hallway only to have his fear increase at the sight of his friend's unconscious body slumped unceremoniously on the carpet, shattered glass surrounding him.
"Kouyou!"
"Well," one spoke up bringing his attention back to him. The man looked at him with a greedy look as if undressing him. "Hello sweetie."
- -
Ruki sighed as he walked up to the blond's apartment. He had been checking up on the man every night since the other had gotten shot accidently by Kai.
But why did he care? He had seen plenty of people over the years, learned of their lives and killed them. What was it that made this man's tears any different from the others? Was it that he was completely innocent and he had made him cry? Or was it something else?
He shook his head. He knew it was something else. But the blond had left him all those years ago when they were kids, Akira had abandoned him. Ruki was a believer in signs and that night was a large one to him. Yes, the other had left him, but if they weren't meant to be with each other then why would fate make him meet someone that looked so much like him? They almost looked like twins and it honestly scared Ruki to death. He never wanted to feel that pain again. Never lose anyone again and the only way to do that was to stay alone, to push everyone away.
"Akira...I-I..." he tightened his grip on his wrist. No, he thought to himself. I can't think about him. Not now.
But they just look so similar... Yes, as much as he wanted to believe it was Akira by some miraculous chance he knew it wasn't. He had been there when he got injured. He had been there when he flat-lined. He had been there at the funeral. And he had been to his grave every year ever since.
"He's dead," he grit out bitterly and pushed all thoughts of the dead man out of his mind. It was time to focus, not to grieve.
He looked around and paused at the sight of a car, which he more importantly noticed, was empty.
"Reita," he whispered worriedly to himself just before a loud scream pierced his ears.
His legs having taken a mind of their own quickly ran into the building and up the stairs. Hand gripping his pistol tightly, a Beretta 92f 9mm, one of his more favored handguns to use. He turned the corner of the hallway to see the blond's apartment door busted in, the wood scattered across the floor in sharp shards of wood.
"STOP!" he heard the other continuously shriek.
Ruki quickly ran towards the sound and let a shot ring out into the air.
Everyone froze and turned to the redhead standing in the door way, suddenly having two guns in his hands. He snarled as he saw the blond on the floor, pants around his ankles, face tear-stained.
He felt something inside of him snap at the sight. His anger boiled over and he shut himself off from the world. There was no more time for feelings.
"Votre temps est écoulé," he said with his rather fluent french and pulled the triggers.
The shot echoed throughout the small complex as the two fell to the floor like rag dolls. He turned his attention to the one still hovering above Reita, hand on his zipper still too shocked to move.
"Move Kyoya," he said coldly.
The other simply laughed and pulled out a hidden pocket knife from under his sleeve. "Kill me Matsumoto and you kill him," he hissed out and put the knife on the blond's neck.
"R-Ruki..." Reita found himself saying surprised lifting his head to indeed see the redhead standing there. "Ruki..." he repeated again, but this time out of hope. Any previous doubts he had been having whether or not the assassin was good or not were proven wrong in him.
A cold feeling settled in the pit of his stomach with the other's next words.
"I can live with him dead." The redhead lifted his gun again after lying, aiming it at the gang member's head. "He means nothing to me." Ruki waited for the other's grip to loosen on the knife before quickly pulling the trigger. "Or maybe he does," he said teasingly and walked up to the corpse. He nudged the body away from the blond with his foot, a large stain of blood on the man's shoulder along with small pieces of scalp and a gray almost gelatin-like substance that he identified as brains. Reita flinched as the other suddenly pulled the trigger again.
Don't touch him.
And again.
Don't even think about him.
And again.
He's mine.
He growled and was about to shoot again when he felt a hand on his wrist. He turned to see the blond staring at him with sad and scared eyes. Akira's eyes.
"No more," the other said softly and took his hand off of the assassin's wrist.
Ruki stared into the other's brown depth momentarily before finally speaking. "Sorry... you didn't need to see that..." he apologized, letting his tough exterior drop briefly and put the pistol back into the waistband of his jeans. He got down on his knees and pulled the other's pants back up letting the blond zip and button them himself. "Did they do anything?" he asked just as softly as the other man had done taking in the sight of the blond's face.
His nose was crooked, telling Ruki that it was obviously broken, and blood trickled down from his nostrils and hairline. His eyes moved to see a a light purple ring starting to form around the blond's wrists. He reached up and gently grabbed the other's face, fingers carefully tracing over his face trying to access the damage.
Reita winced as fingers ran across his throbbing nose. "No... I'm fine," the blond replied as the other continued to cover his face with ginger touches.
Ruki felt a sigh of relief pass over his lips. So he had gotten here just in time. "I'm glad."
Reita looked up to the other with eyes wide in shock. He wasn't used to this side of the other, he hadn't even known that it existed. This caring and tenderness. But he never would have guessed with the way the redhead had been acting a week ago. It had scared Reita down to the core. He never wanted to see that side of Ruki again.
The other quickly pulled his hands away and stood up as if snapping out of his trance. "You should pack your things. It's not safe for you here anymore."
Reita nodded and pointed at his friend still lying in the hallway. "And Kouyou?"
Ruki turned and eyed the unconscious redhead.
"I'll get him. Just get packed and meet me downstairs."
"But-"
"Quickly," the other cut him off sharply. "Now shut up and move."
Reita stared sadly as the other picked up his friend and exited the now trashed apartment. Where had the sweet and gentle Ruki gone? Was it possible? For him to just switch personalities so quickly?
Ruki marched into the hallway, heaving the surprisingly light body up onto his shoulder. He seethed the entire way down the stairs, seeing nothing but red. His mind filled with images of Reita on the floor, defenseless. How dare they? How dare they try to rape him? How dare they touch his-
Ruki paused. ... His what? He didn't have a 'his' anything. At least not anymore. This man wasn't Akira. This man was Reita and he needed to remember that. The other didn't belong to him. He never should.
His footsteps slowed to a stop at the jealously pounding through his heart. He turned and looked back up the stairs to where the blond man was.
Do I care for him?
- -
"This will be your new living quarters for the time being until we can guarantee your apartment safe again. Will this do?"
Reita nodded hesitantly at the what the man referred to as an apartment but he found it was practically a fortress. With its six master bedrooms, 4 guest bedrooms, and 5 bathrooms Reita was sure he could fit his entire family, including extended, in it.
"And Kouyou... where is he?" he asked, having not seen his friend since Ruki had dropped him off at the headquarter's medical unit.
The other, who had called himself Aoi, looked up from his clipboard. "Oh! He'll be in the hall right across from you. He's just resting in the infirmary now. Just gotta make sure he doesn't have any head trauma you know?"
"That doesn't make me feel any better..."
"Look," Aoi sighed and leaned against the kitchen counter. "I know this is all new and Ruki is a dick sometimes but deep down he's a nice guy-"
"He killed three people!"
Aoi paused an nodded. "Yes, but he only did it because they were from the enemy corporation."
"That's sill no reason to kill them-"
"Shut up!" Aoi suddenly exploded, eyes blazing in fury. "He did it to stop you from being raped you ungrateful bastard!"
Reita felt his eyes widen at the statement and stumbled backwards. "Un... grateful...?" he stuttered out. No, that was the exact opposite of how he felt. He felt immense amounts of graciousness towards the redhead for saving him. He just didn't understand why those men couldn't have been locked up instead of murdered though. He never did deal good with witnessing death, as if anyone did, but of course the assassin could, it was his job. But...
"Hey-" Aoi stepped in as tears began to stream from the other's eyes. "Hey," he put his hand on the other's shoulder. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way, you're just not seeing it from his point of view."
"That's not it..." Reita spoke quietly as his throat. "I just hate things like this. Gangs. I told myself I'd never get involved with any of it after..."
"After?" Aoi pressed, curious. "What happened?"
"My sister, Coullette, s-she got taken away by some man when she was three. She would be five now..."
Reita's words drifted to the back of Aoi's mind as the other suddenly mentioned his sister's name. Coullette... Surely he had heard that name before.
"Coullette?"
"Uh?" Reita paused in his story and looked up. "Yeah, Coullette... why?"
"I'll be back," Aoi quickly rushed out of the room leaving Reita on the floor severely confused.
- -
"Ruki!" Aoi yelled sprinting into the training facility. Many of the agents gave him strange looks but he paid them no mind. "Ruki!" he yanked the sliding door aside and tackled the redhead to the ground, just narrowly causing them both to get hit a small blast of fire.
"What the hell Shiroyama?!" the assassin screamed at him as he through his crossbow to the ground. "What the fuck was that for? I could have almost-..." Ruki paused at the shocked slash scared expression on his friends face. "What is it Aoi?"
"Do..." he paused to pant. "do you remember that girl who got kidnapped from that family almost two years ago by the Gyanora clan?"
"What about Coullette?" Ruki asked suddenly concerned. The assassin ironically had always had a soft spot for children. He had searched for her for almost as long as she had been missing. Had Aoi finally found her? He grabbed his friend's shoulders tightly. "What about her Aoi? Did you find her? What about Coullette?"
Ruki immediately dropped his hands in shock at the next sentence.
"She's Reita's sister."
- -
AN: I finally did it! As a present to myself I told myself I would finish this chapter. Nice, ne? Anywayz Feel free to tell me what you think! (^^")