Bloodsport B-Side: Jack Sawyer & Cian Inokuma parts 5 & 6
I gunned both of these this morning, before my spazztastic epic journey with the Katekyo Hitman Reborn! manga. Ahurhurhur.
Shameless anime/manga/game/book plugs aside, BLOODSPORT and all concepts, ideas, terms, characters & places therein are mine, although the Kilthei Crew and a few others belong to archangel_dream, yukitsu and sindapa. The titles of these pieces, though, are taken from the prompts over at 31_days.
LINKS TO THE PREVIOUS PARTS
I. The Heart Breaks and Breaks and Lives by Breaking
II. 3rd Measurement in C
III. Private Investigations
Bloodsport. A beastly proposal.
Theme date: February 1, 2007.
They fucked for the four-hundred and fifty second time that year because Akiyo had let his mouth shoot off again and Hoshi Inokuma still didn’t know how to deal with the boy doing that other than repaying the slight with rough, oftentimes downright violent sex. In the middle of the act, as usual, it occurred to Hoshi that Akiyo might have provoked him on purpose, but he decided not to think of it that way: it would just piss him off more, acknowledging the fact that he wasn’t in complete control of every aspect of their wholly strange and mostly dysfunctional relationship.
After the act, as usual, Akiyo was the first to get a word in. Even though they had already been together for a while, Hoshi was never quite able to get used to it.
“Right. Now that you’ve raped me in a kimono several ways to Sunday, can you untie me so that I can smoke up and forget all about it?”
Hoshi grudgingly obeyed. Akiyo smirked at him as soon as he was free, and rolled over to night table, where the both of them had deposited their cigarettes and communal stash of Enosh-grown marijuana. “I am right though,” the boy said after he took a hit or two. “You get all hissy and protective whenever Cian’s involved in something or the other. Why can’t you stop interfering with things and just leave him alone?”
“I thought you hated Cian.”
“I do, but I hate control freaks like you more. Even if they’re good in bed.”
Hoshi did not answer and this did not surprise Akiyo in the least; the Chinese boy took another hit before passing the joint on to his boyfriend. “Frankly, I think it’s wonderful that Cian got to be nasty to somebody other than me and the general populace,” he casually remarked. “I can only wonder how that guy took it. What’s his name again? Jack?”
“Kyosuke. Don’t call him that down here.”
“Jack’s easier to pronounce. It sounds sexier too.”
Akiyo rolled unto his stomach, flipped his hair over his shoulder with a careless wave of his hand. He was growing it out again; the locks spilled over his back, black against white, hiding a few of the scars and old bullet wounds that came with working as a whisperer for Zangyaku. The boy made a small, irritated sound when Hoshi brushed the hair away from the back of his neck and kissed him there. He was the type to find simple gestures of affection base and ultimately boring. Hoshi, then, was left with no other option but to explain himself.
“Cian’s weak… he shouldn’t be given assignments that put him at risk. The best way to preserve his health and make use of his skills is to keep him in Enosh. That way, there’s always someone who can keep an eye on him.”
“And why the hell would he need that? Wasn’t he your bodyguard before?” Akiyo countered, cocking an eyebrow at his lover. “I mean, if that was the case then I’d think that you’d need someone to keep an eye on you more than he would. Seia seems to understand that much, at least.”
“This and that are two different things.”
“Uh-huh. Only by your twisted logic.”
Hoshi took a hit of the joint, sucking the smoke in deep and holding it for as long as he could. Akiyo reached over to steal it from him again. “I’m not going to go off about how I think you’re still hung up over Cian,” the Chinese boy softly declared, “or how I think you’re the biggest control freak in the multi-verse… you’ve already had an earful of all of that that in the past. Still, I think it’s about time you let him off on his own to start making his own mistakes. It might get him started on finally forgetting about you.”
And Hoshi, as always, maintained his silence.
Bloodsport. Fool’s reward.
Theme date: February 8, 2007.
Note that the Inokuma may be death worshippers, but their central beliefs are still Shinto… they also have the propensity to be big, fat hypocrites. That said it would make sense (by their logic) that they would view the Blood Mantra and all its practitioners as vile and tainted. That includes Bladians, of course.
Yue Rukia, to his credit, had the grace to at least look totally unsurprised by the fact that a party from Enosh had turned up without warning at Utsusemi’s doorstep, requesting for an audience with the Wolf of Zangyaku. The Japanese Quincy was the very picture of Calm and Composed as he sat with them in the common room, listening politely to their spiel. He waited an extra moment longer than usual afterward, and then nodded his head. “You are in luck,” the young man declared as he rose to his feet. “My leader happens to be in at the moment. Come: I will escort you.”
“They’re about as stiff as the old biddies back home, aren’t they?” Jack remarked in a low whisper. Cian kept his eyes in front of him and pointedly ignored the man. He didn’t know whether to be relieved or annoyed at the fact that his blond companion sent him a puzzled look, shrugged, and ambled right along just at his shoulder.
In a move that Cian was still wrapping his head around trying to understand, the Elders finally agreed to answer Enosh’s pressing security needs and - acting, of course, through Rinsetsu, who consequently acted, of course, through Seia - mobilized Kyosuke Inokuma to spearhead the negotiations with Zangyaku’s oni-tsukai, since he was apparently in charge of handling internal security since Seia had only too many other duties and pressing matters of the city-state to attend to (although if anyone were to ask Jack about it, the man would assure them that he had no idea that he was that important). Cian had unwittingly entered the picture by reporting to work just as Seia was bitching to Yasu about who the hell she could possibly send to escort Jack topside, since Reine was Hoshi’s brat and the rest of the main branch’s kids had better things to do. Of course, he had not been aware that he was setting himself up for a fall when he had acted the part of the Concerned Assistant and asked if there was something amiss. The look on Seia’s face at that moment would remain ingrained in Cian’s memory for a good long time.
Yue’s polite cough drew Cian out of his brooding, and the blue-haired man suddenly found himself standing in some sort of training field. Oni-tsukai of all ages milled about: most of them sparring with each other or practicing their moves in the brilliance of the Arcis sun at the height of summer, but a few of them were refuge from the heat by rocks or trees. Hikaru Shinta was in the middle of it all, surrounded by the shape-shifting and semi-transparent forms of low-level mushi, cooling himself off with a garden hose by the water pump.
“Sir… there is a party from Enosh here to see you.”
“Huh? Well. How interesting.”
Hikaru turned to them with a hand on one hip and his trademark crooked smile. “Your family’s timing is impeccable as always, Cian,” he remarked, appraising the older man with a look. “They’re in the business of interrupting me whenever I’m enjoying myself.”
“It is one of their finer talents, I’m afraid.” Cian bowed his head, and stretched a hand out towards Jack, as rehearsed. “I bring you Kyosuke Inokuma, Weaponsmaster of Enosh. He is here to represent the Elders, who have a favor to ask of you.”
“…Er. I’d prefer it if you called me Jack instead, since we’re out here.” Jack winced at Cian’s sidelong stare, and coughed. “Well met, Shinta-san. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“And I haven’t heard anything about you… funny, given the fact that you have a formal title.” Hikaru hoisted the hose up again, and drank a bit of the water. “So. What could a tainted son of an oni like me possibly do for the esteemed Elders this time?”
“We’ve been sent to ask for reinforcements. Our judicial arm is busy with the court cases, and if we ask the army to step in, we’ll be stretching their resources out too thin.”
Hikaru tossed the hose towards one of the elite oni-tsukai waiting around. “And what’s in it for me?” the Bladian asked as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“They have promised to repay Zangyaku at a later date.”
“Then they might as well have asked this of me for free. Your Elders have never been good with paying things back, or forward.”
Cian decided to step in at that moment. “I will personally oversee all the negotiations involving you and our militant arms, Hikaru,” the blue-haired man declared. “That way, they will be forced to live up to their end of the deal at any date of your choosing.” Hikaru chuckled.
“That’s what I like best about you~ you’re so reliable!” The Bladian snatched one of the mushi that had floated too close to him and bit into it. The remaining mushi took the hint and scattered to all four corners of the training field. “Very well. I’ll let them fuck me over this time, for posterity’s sake.” He paused in his chewing, and cocked an eyebrow at the still squirming creature in his hand. “Hm. Too sweet.” Chomp. “Yue, take care of them for me, will you?”
“Please give me all the details that you can regarding your combat capabilities,” said Yue as soon as his leader was gone. “We can assemble a division for you by the end of the day, with luck.”
Okais. Expect fanfiction floods soon. *GETTING READY TO WRITE PORN AS IF SHE WERE TO DIE*
Shameless anime/manga/game/book plugs aside, BLOODSPORT and all concepts, ideas, terms, characters & places therein are mine, although the Kilthei Crew and a few others belong to archangel_dream, yukitsu and sindapa. The titles of these pieces, though, are taken from the prompts over at 31_days.
LINKS TO THE PREVIOUS PARTS
I. The Heart Breaks and Breaks and Lives by Breaking
II. 3rd Measurement in C
III. Private Investigations
Bloodsport. A beastly proposal.
Theme date: February 1, 2007.
They fucked for the four-hundred and fifty second time that year because Akiyo had let his mouth shoot off again and Hoshi Inokuma still didn’t know how to deal with the boy doing that other than repaying the slight with rough, oftentimes downright violent sex. In the middle of the act, as usual, it occurred to Hoshi that Akiyo might have provoked him on purpose, but he decided not to think of it that way: it would just piss him off more, acknowledging the fact that he wasn’t in complete control of every aspect of their wholly strange and mostly dysfunctional relationship.
After the act, as usual, Akiyo was the first to get a word in. Even though they had already been together for a while, Hoshi was never quite able to get used to it.
“Right. Now that you’ve raped me in a kimono several ways to Sunday, can you untie me so that I can smoke up and forget all about it?”
Hoshi grudgingly obeyed. Akiyo smirked at him as soon as he was free, and rolled over to night table, where the both of them had deposited their cigarettes and communal stash of Enosh-grown marijuana. “I am right though,” the boy said after he took a hit or two. “You get all hissy and protective whenever Cian’s involved in something or the other. Why can’t you stop interfering with things and just leave him alone?”
“I thought you hated Cian.”
“I do, but I hate control freaks like you more. Even if they’re good in bed.”
Hoshi did not answer and this did not surprise Akiyo in the least; the Chinese boy took another hit before passing the joint on to his boyfriend. “Frankly, I think it’s wonderful that Cian got to be nasty to somebody other than me and the general populace,” he casually remarked. “I can only wonder how that guy took it. What’s his name again? Jack?”
“Kyosuke. Don’t call him that down here.”
“Jack’s easier to pronounce. It sounds sexier too.”
Akiyo rolled unto his stomach, flipped his hair over his shoulder with a careless wave of his hand. He was growing it out again; the locks spilled over his back, black against white, hiding a few of the scars and old bullet wounds that came with working as a whisperer for Zangyaku. The boy made a small, irritated sound when Hoshi brushed the hair away from the back of his neck and kissed him there. He was the type to find simple gestures of affection base and ultimately boring. Hoshi, then, was left with no other option but to explain himself.
“Cian’s weak… he shouldn’t be given assignments that put him at risk. The best way to preserve his health and make use of his skills is to keep him in Enosh. That way, there’s always someone who can keep an eye on him.”
“And why the hell would he need that? Wasn’t he your bodyguard before?” Akiyo countered, cocking an eyebrow at his lover. “I mean, if that was the case then I’d think that you’d need someone to keep an eye on you more than he would. Seia seems to understand that much, at least.”
“This and that are two different things.”
“Uh-huh. Only by your twisted logic.”
Hoshi took a hit of the joint, sucking the smoke in deep and holding it for as long as he could. Akiyo reached over to steal it from him again. “I’m not going to go off about how I think you’re still hung up over Cian,” the Chinese boy softly declared, “or how I think you’re the biggest control freak in the multi-verse… you’ve already had an earful of all of that that in the past. Still, I think it’s about time you let him off on his own to start making his own mistakes. It might get him started on finally forgetting about you.”
And Hoshi, as always, maintained his silence.
Bloodsport. Fool’s reward.
Theme date: February 8, 2007.
Note that the Inokuma may be death worshippers, but their central beliefs are still Shinto… they also have the propensity to be big, fat hypocrites. That said it would make sense (by their logic) that they would view the Blood Mantra and all its practitioners as vile and tainted. That includes Bladians, of course.
Yue Rukia, to his credit, had the grace to at least look totally unsurprised by the fact that a party from Enosh had turned up without warning at Utsusemi’s doorstep, requesting for an audience with the Wolf of Zangyaku. The Japanese Quincy was the very picture of Calm and Composed as he sat with them in the common room, listening politely to their spiel. He waited an extra moment longer than usual afterward, and then nodded his head. “You are in luck,” the young man declared as he rose to his feet. “My leader happens to be in at the moment. Come: I will escort you.”
“They’re about as stiff as the old biddies back home, aren’t they?” Jack remarked in a low whisper. Cian kept his eyes in front of him and pointedly ignored the man. He didn’t know whether to be relieved or annoyed at the fact that his blond companion sent him a puzzled look, shrugged, and ambled right along just at his shoulder.
In a move that Cian was still wrapping his head around trying to understand, the Elders finally agreed to answer Enosh’s pressing security needs and - acting, of course, through Rinsetsu, who consequently acted, of course, through Seia - mobilized Kyosuke Inokuma to spearhead the negotiations with Zangyaku’s oni-tsukai, since he was apparently in charge of handling internal security since Seia had only too many other duties and pressing matters of the city-state to attend to (although if anyone were to ask Jack about it, the man would assure them that he had no idea that he was that important). Cian had unwittingly entered the picture by reporting to work just as Seia was bitching to Yasu about who the hell she could possibly send to escort Jack topside, since Reine was Hoshi’s brat and the rest of the main branch’s kids had better things to do. Of course, he had not been aware that he was setting himself up for a fall when he had acted the part of the Concerned Assistant and asked if there was something amiss. The look on Seia’s face at that moment would remain ingrained in Cian’s memory for a good long time.
Yue’s polite cough drew Cian out of his brooding, and the blue-haired man suddenly found himself standing in some sort of training field. Oni-tsukai of all ages milled about: most of them sparring with each other or practicing their moves in the brilliance of the Arcis sun at the height of summer, but a few of them were refuge from the heat by rocks or trees. Hikaru Shinta was in the middle of it all, surrounded by the shape-shifting and semi-transparent forms of low-level mushi, cooling himself off with a garden hose by the water pump.
“Sir… there is a party from Enosh here to see you.”
“Huh? Well. How interesting.”
Hikaru turned to them with a hand on one hip and his trademark crooked smile. “Your family’s timing is impeccable as always, Cian,” he remarked, appraising the older man with a look. “They’re in the business of interrupting me whenever I’m enjoying myself.”
“It is one of their finer talents, I’m afraid.” Cian bowed his head, and stretched a hand out towards Jack, as rehearsed. “I bring you Kyosuke Inokuma, Weaponsmaster of Enosh. He is here to represent the Elders, who have a favor to ask of you.”
“…Er. I’d prefer it if you called me Jack instead, since we’re out here.” Jack winced at Cian’s sidelong stare, and coughed. “Well met, Shinta-san. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“And I haven’t heard anything about you… funny, given the fact that you have a formal title.” Hikaru hoisted the hose up again, and drank a bit of the water. “So. What could a tainted son of an oni like me possibly do for the esteemed Elders this time?”
“We’ve been sent to ask for reinforcements. Our judicial arm is busy with the court cases, and if we ask the army to step in, we’ll be stretching their resources out too thin.”
Hikaru tossed the hose towards one of the elite oni-tsukai waiting around. “And what’s in it for me?” the Bladian asked as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“They have promised to repay Zangyaku at a later date.”
“Then they might as well have asked this of me for free. Your Elders have never been good with paying things back, or forward.”
Cian decided to step in at that moment. “I will personally oversee all the negotiations involving you and our militant arms, Hikaru,” the blue-haired man declared. “That way, they will be forced to live up to their end of the deal at any date of your choosing.” Hikaru chuckled.
“That’s what I like best about you~ you’re so reliable!” The Bladian snatched one of the mushi that had floated too close to him and bit into it. The remaining mushi took the hint and scattered to all four corners of the training field. “Very well. I’ll let them fuck me over this time, for posterity’s sake.” He paused in his chewing, and cocked an eyebrow at the still squirming creature in his hand. “Hm. Too sweet.” Chomp. “Yue, take care of them for me, will you?”
“Please give me all the details that you can regarding your combat capabilities,” said Yue as soon as his leader was gone. “We can assemble a division for you by the end of the day, with luck.”
Okais. Expect fanfiction floods soon. *GETTING READY TO WRITE PORN AS IF SHE WERE TO DIE*