Impossible Renegade - 2/? - Hakuei / Tora
Title:Impossible Renegade - Uragirimono Dekimasen
Author: wane_of_undoingand cookieduck90
Genre: Drama, Romance, Angst, AU, Suspense, Thriller,
Rating: R - NC-17
Warnings: Gore, Language (cursing, but not every other sentence sort), Blood, Sex, Torture, Heavy Violence
Bands: Penicillin, Alice Nine, the GazettE
Pairing: Hakuei / Tora (main), Tora / Hakuei (main), Ruki / Reita (side), Saga / Tora, Shou / Tora, Shou / Hakuei
Chapter: 2/? (in progress)
Disclaimer: Don’t own them or anything affiliated with them..
Summary: Years after the collapse of the world’s infrastructure, one power and one defiant remain in a devastated Japan, dueling for territory and resources. The Haken no Honshu, formerly organized yakuza, rule with an iron fist while the Hankougi, a coalition of resistance groups, survives on the fringes of the newly formed barbaric society. When Tora, the deadly Hankougi assassin, is captured in a failed infiltration of a Honshu camp, the only friend he seems to have left is the Honshu physician, Dr. Hakuei. Through weeks of abuse and torment, Hakuei keeps Tora alive, forming a bond between them that surpasses the boundaries of factions, something deeper than friendship. With their separate causes at their backs, emotion and human connection in this harsh world calling from ahead, Tora and Hakuei face far more than the odds to survive, let alone preserving their relationship.
A/N:A roleplay between Cookie and wane_of_undoing! Please enjoy~ Comments are most awesomely loved, and the best comments may, or may not deserve an illustration ;3 Also, apologies for any typos/crazy grammar issues. We haven’t sat down to proofread it.. only a little~
Shortly after capture, Tora had been securely bound and hauled off into a transport vehicle headed towards the headquarters of the Honshu no Kuma. While Kyo spoke with the Oyabun about what exactly to do with their newly acquired rebel, Tora was held in the lowest levels of the underground facility. The Honshu's doctor was called down a short while later to assess the damage to the potentially valuable prisoner. If he was worth information, he took precedence over the injured men upstairs.
“What have we got here?” The doctor asked, walking in a bit sloppily. He wasn't exactly fit for duty, but he hadn't been expecting an influx of injuries that day either. The Hankougi attack had been unexpected.
“Rebel. One a their better men, too. Just need ta’ know if he'll survive the night or if we gotta wait to torture 'im,” A blue-coated grunt said with a sick grin. The doctor rolled his eyes and sighed, his happy buzz now wearing off. Kneeling down, he began his assessment of the 'patient' before him.
The doctor was halfway through unbuttoning the rebel's shirt to better asses the injuries on his torso. He appeared to have a through-and-through in his shoulder and a fragmented mess in his side, but the armor and clothing had hindered his judgment. Not to mention the booze.
“You're awake. Great,” Hakuei said, not at all enthusiastically. He just wanted to get back to his bottle and finish off the night right, not deal with some snotty little rebel. “You've probably determined that you're not home-sweet-home by now, so there's no use hiding anything. You're a prisoner. You're somewhere in Honshu territory. Idiots like them -” He pointed to the blue jacketed men outside of the room smoking, “ - Just wanna watch you squirm. And I'm you're new best friend, buddy o' pal.”
Pulling the man's shirt open and enjoying the reaction he got from the congealed blood and skin tugging up from the fabric, he smiled, almost warmly, and extended his hand to Tora, “I'm Doctor Hakuei. Welcome to my ward, Tora.”
He pulled back his hand, which couldn't have been shaken because of Tora being bound, and he chuckled as he threw his hair up into a quick pony. “Let's see what we have here...Ah, yes. Multiple frags in patient's left side, clear shot through the shoulder, minor abrasions and contusions... You'll live, but infection will come soon if the wounds aren't treated quickly. That'd be ironic, eh? A big bad Hankougi assassin dying of infection in the hands of the Honshu?”
Laughing far too hard at that notion, Hakuei looked back to the guards at the door, yelling his prognosis once again, “You buffons hear that?! He'll die if I don't treat him before you go chopping off fingers! Tell Kyo that he can eat my shit if he don't like it.”
Groaning, one of the two grunts stalked off to do as he was told and deliver the message, making Hakuei laugh further. Booze made everything funnier; it totally did. “So, Tora...How'd you let yourself get caught by that hack of a shot Kyo, hm? Little pussy thinks he's the shit, but boy's gotta a lotta learning to do.”
Tora wanted to block out the man's voice. He smelled drunk, even over the cigarette smoke of the cronies just outside of the room and the stench of dirt, clotted blood and old gunpowder that was on the assassin himself. And he talked drunk. Oh lucky for the gunner, the so-called doctor still had enough wits to do a sloppy prognosis right after ripping out a number of clots that had formed at his side and shoulder wounds. Fuck it stung and a small groan of pain escaped his lips. The assassin bit down harder on his lip, teeth nibbling at the stud of a piercing through just below lower lip. The less noise now he made, the less demeaning they'd be...hopefully. Apparently the bullet had fallen out somewhere along the way to the Hongshu base.
Who could ascertain this disgusting alcoholic was actually a physician? Exactly, no one. They could've brought in his interrogator and dolled them up in a doctor's white coat just to mess with Tora's head. Damn fuckers. He turned away, willing himself to ignore the man's introduction and proffered hand. 'What an ass...' was his first thought. The doctor was babbling about something of Tora's death from infection when the gunner tuned back in to look at the tall drunken physician with a deadpan, unaffected look.
One of the men at the room's door left to deliver the doctor's message to whom he assumed would be his interrogator. It brought on a small tinge of solace that at least said alcoholic doctor was maybe really a doc. He tested the metal bonds binding him to the metal surgical table. Nope, it wasn't going to give at all. He sighed heavily through his nose.
"Will you shut the fuck up?"
From the clues the rather tipsy doctor had provided him with, Tora put the two and two together. Kyo was the man who shot him as well as his interrogator? Hell, that man, when the gunner had met his eyes, had a serious sadistic streak.... Just by that near manic glint when he had raised the rifle to knock Tora out.... He shut his eyes, preventing himself from over-imagining anything more, cursing his fate and luck, hands clenching into fists past the metal straps.
Scissors in hand for cutting Tora's shirt off to clean his wounds, Hakuei licked his lips in agitation when he was told to shut up. Reaching over, he opened the rebel's mouth, pulled out his tongue and held the scissors, open and ready to cut, next the the pink muscle. “Watch your mouth, boy. If I kill you instead of them, I can say it was only doctor assisted suicide. Euthanasia was legal in this country, dollface.”Pulling back the scissors, Hakuei used them properly on Tora's clothing, effectively putting him in his underwear on the cold metal table. The pants were probably unnecessary, but the assassin was fit and rather attractive, Hakuei figured he might as well appreciate the body on the table before it was to be autopsied. As it turned out, Kyo wasn't much good at keeping prisoners alive for very long.
“This'll hurt like a bitch,” Hakuei said, smiling down at Tora as he snapped on gloves and clicked a pair of tweezers together. Digging into the torn flesh, Hakuei picked around inside the other man until he felt the hard click of metal against metal. Pulling out the shrapnel, he watched Tora's face, unsure as to why he wasn't enjoying it as much as he usually did. Normally, the screams, moans, and incessant cussing was a wonderful little brightener to his day. Shaking it off, he shoved a sterile cloth in the rebel's mouth for him to bite down on and continued with the next few pieces.Slowly but surely, Hakuei worked out the pieces of metal from Tora's body, none having gone too deep or hit anything vital. He was lucky, really and truly, to have come away from a confrontation with Kyo with so little damage. “Now to get you cleaned up!” He announced, taking the rag out of Tora's mouth and waiting for the words he knew were coming. Rebel assassin was a talker, though not the kind that the Oyabun wanted.
Squirting some alcohol on another sterile towel, the doctor began to clean the small slices and cuts on the other's torso. Patching them up with a simple bandage, he moved onto the bullet hole in the man's shoulder, dousing it with the cleansing liquid before patting it clean of dirt and blood. “Stings, eh? Get used to it, sweet pea. This will feel like heaven compared to what Kyo does to you.”Once the other was patched up, Dr. Hakuei took out a little white pad and wrote down instructions for a prescription. While it would have been awfully funny to give to Tora, it was really for the guards to know what to give him when. Those blockheads needed a checklist to wipe their asses.
“Derpy Number Two,” Hakuei called to the man outside, getting him to turn around. It was sad that he answered to that. “I'm giving him antibiotics and a pro-vitamins for a week. He needs the antibiotics, the blue pills, twice a day with food. Vitamins, pink pills, once a day with food. I've written it down, don't lose it, and tell Derpy Number One when he gets back. If Kyo tries to come in and fuck him up before all the pills are gone, tell him to come see me. I'll straighten out the little prick.”
Tora tensed even as the man's fingers neared his mouth. His eyes had been on doctor's face, taken aback by the odd show of agitation... licking one's lips? Well, to each one's own he supposed. The gunner let his mouth be wrested open and his tongue grabbed a hold of, not the least bit frightened that the doctor would do him harm. Actually, the faster the better, at least it'd be a hopefully quick death. His bright hazel eyes did not dim in their color. Instead if looked into those deep-set eyes for long enough, it was almost as if he were urging the doctor on. The faster he died, the less danger he was to the Hankougi right now.
It was a bad mindset, if he'd given up complete hope of escaping. And judging from the total lack of light, sound of wind, anything of the outside in nature, he figured he was in pretty deep in the Honshu headquarters. A hell-hole rumored by the occasional paid civilian-workers the Honshu Hegemony sometimes hired when they needed a few more "public" hands.
When the doctor, no, Hakuei-hakase had finally let go of his tongue, Tora smirked-- not quite meaning to. "Wouldn't be too bad to die in your hands, doctor." he replied quietly, closing his eyes. "It'd actually be quite the favor." The ebony felt the scissors at the waistband of his pants. The cold edge against the smooth skin of his lower abdomen. He tried hard not to squirm as his pants were peeled from his pale skin, leaving him bare to all eyes with only his flimsy boxers to protect him from the cold, sterile-smelling air of the room. He had no wounds there, why the hell did the doctor feel the need to strip him that far anyway? Maybe to keep the area less bacteria/infection prone? Maybe... but that expression. Tora regretted his decision to have opened his eyes from the point of the scissors snipping away at the cloth of his uniform pants.
"This'll hurt like a bitch," was accompanied with the threatening clack of tweezers being exercised a tad. The assassin bit down on his lip again, trying hard to avoid his side lip piercing, in case he tore the hole there, it'd be a load of needless hassle in the already ugly predicament he was in. The surgical tool plunged into his side wound and involuntary, he let out a sharp groan of agony at the unwelcome puncture, shutting his eyes tight, hands balled into fists. 'Gods, why did he have to search for the metal in such a way...' Metal made contact with metal and Tora let out another sharp gasp at the pain of the jagged piece being extracted, fingernails digging into his palms as he tried to keep a lid on the noise. A sterile cloth was offered to his lips and the gunner took it gladly, having already tasted blood in his mouth from his bitten lip. With only mild groans, a few occasional embarrassed yelps when entire pieces were pulled from his body, the physician finished cleaning his wound of shrapnel.
After the sound of an alcohol bottle being used, Hakuei was wiping at his various cuts and scrapes on his upper body. Stung, but wasn't nothing even a civilian middle schooler couldn't stand. That is till the doctor dumped said alcohol solution right over his bullet wound. Tora let out a yell of both pain and surprise. Tora's eyes narrowed like a cat's, well, a very, very large feline's eyes at the doctor at those words.
"Well, why don't you kill me now then? It'd save you a lot of wasted work," the assassin asked casually as the other man bandaged his various cuts and scrapes-- stitches to the side and shoulder injuries. He watched the man call for one of the two guards and dictate instructions for medication for the prisoner Hankougi operative. He tested the bonds again, only slightly flexing the muscles in his limbs. 'Why bother to let him heal fully? He was cleaned up at least...' Tora definitely was confused... was this man...helping him? Better yet, he knew worst-case scenarios were always best to be considered seriously. Or was Hakuei saving the worst for last, for some gruesome, twisted finale?