Impossible Renegade - 6/? - Hakuei / Tora

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Title: Impossible Renegade - Uragirimono Dekimasen
Author: wane_of_undoing and cookie_duck90
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, Dir en Grey (minor)
Pairing: Hakuei / Tora (main), Tora / Hakuei (main), Ruki / Reita (side), Saga / Tora, Shou / Tora, Shou / Hakuei
Chapter: 6/? (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: Sorry for the late updates!! Two chapters this week! Tada!!! This one is LONG!! LONG LONG! ;3 A special treat to make up for the update-less weeks!
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 proofread it somewhat...


Much like his first encounter with the assassin, Hakuei had to start his work while the other slept. In some ways, it was a good thing, allowing him to be moved from the chair to the gurney and strapped in without excessive pain. It was the doctor's job to heal, the Oyabun's to hurt.

With three scalpels stuck in Tora, Hakuei had been hesitant to move him, but he'd done so anyways, not sure if the bleeding would be too much once he pulled them out. Even worse than dying of infection would be bleeding out. Shit way to go for a hardass assassin like Tora.

The first to be quickly pulled out was the shoulder, minor bleeding welling up in the socket of the cut, but not much. He applied pressure and slowed the bleeding before moving onto the stomach. Another small pooling of blood, but not real damage. More pressure, more gauze. The cuts were clean, but he'd still apply antiseptic afterward. The scalpel he was worried about was the on lodged in Tora's leg. It was bleeding a lot and he worried that if he moved it, he'd open up a major artery in the man's leg, causing him to bleed out in minutes. He hoped the Oyabun had enough foresight to miss the artery, but with his luck, that wouldn't be the case.

“One...Two...Three!” He whispered under his breath as he pulled out the tool and shoved his fingers into the incision, glad for once he was sober. He never would have been able to do this properly intoxicated. Feeling around, the blood pouring out was obviously a problem, but not as much as it would have been if the artery had been hit. Sighing in relief, he removed his fingers and pressed gauze over the wound. Pressure and gauze. It would be a routine by the time he finished patching the rebel up.

It took a moment for Hakuei's brain to catch up to how disturbing his job really was. Cleaning up prisoners and making sure they were fit for further torture. God, what the hell had this world come to that a doctor was only good for keeping people alive until their next beating? Even his work for the Honshu members who were injured in battle was pretty much the same when it came down to it. Shaking his head, he took off his gloves with a snap and got clean ones with which to start wiping down the fresh wounds on the rebel.

“Another day at the office, I suppose,” He mused to no one, believing Tora was still asleep.

“Fuck your office.”

Tora growled, eyes still clammed shut, not the least bit willing to open them. He could more than just feel what sort of a bodily mess he looked like, his voice even scratchier than it’d been. Anymore, and he’d sound like a werewolf. The immediate sensation upon awakening was an inundation of pain, pain, more pain. Obviously, he was going to be feeling that for quite awhile. On, off, on, off. He wasn’t sure he was glad the Oyabun was better at knowing what human limits were to just reaching them or overstepping them slightly. He’d never seen the minutely few survivors that had escaped the Honshu headquarters, only heard that they had all gone insane, crippled both in body and psyche-escape was only a word that had been fed into their broken minds. The assassin figured Kyo was the one who broke those.

His leg, especially that in his knee was still a mass concentration of pure affliction. Without even looking, though the rebel had finally cracked open his eyes to allow some sight, the man knew that Hakuei, whose voice had finally drawn him out of the darkness, albeit reluctantly, had cleaned and bandaged his puncture wounds from the stab-happy Oyabun. He’d been strapped into a gurney, noting that they were only strong medical cloth ties, not metal this time around. But that didn’t mean he had any intention of ripping through them with the state his physical form was in. A white pillow’s fluffed edges rose around his head where it indented the headrest and he assumed the rest of the sheets were white... and red with his blood.

An attempt to shift brought innumerable protests of distress from his body, almost catching him in another throe. “Just...morphine...and, stop...” Tora groaned, attempting  to relax as best as he could-except that the torment his wounds were giving him definitely did not allow for that. Hands curled into fists, urging himself to shut the hell up with the weak noises.

“...stop patching me up, dumbass.”

Hakuei was startled by the outburts from Tora, nearly stabbing himself with one of the scalpels as he put them into a cleansing solution on his cart. Shaking his head, he knew he really shouldn't have even considered it, but he grabbed a few ibuprofen and a glass of water. He knew the Oyabun would be furious if he gave him anything to ease the pain, but Hakuei worried that Tora would go into shock and be useless. Or so he justified giving the man painkillers with.

“No morphine. Too risky,” The doctor said, tilting Tora's head up to drink some water. Popping the pills into his mouth, not even worrying about being bitten, he gave him more water and coaxed him into swallowing. “C'mon, it's as much as I can give you without getting caught. I'll say I took it for a headache. You better act like you're in serious pain if anyone checks in on you.”

With the two men outside the room, door closed, Hakuei felt somewhat safe giving Tora the drugs, but he was still worried. The rebel could easily rat him out and get his ass on the burner real quick. He just hoped that the man realized he was his only chance of survival in this place. “Seriously, not a word to anyone about this. I'll break your other knee if you say shit, you hear me?”

Getting an affirmative something from the other man, Hakuei nodded and finished up his bandaging. With the last bandage in place, he looked down at the knee and shivered. It had to hurt like a motherfucker. The Oyabun had obviously gone a little too far this first time. If it kept up, he'd have to recommend going easier on Tora, something he was a little more than terrified to do.

“So...What'd you say to piss him off so much? He looked fit to be tied when he left here,” Hakuei said, trying to distract Tora from the immense pain he was about to feel. He was going to need to set the leg in place first, then the fragmented knee. Slowly massaging it, he could feel it was only broken into three major chunks and dislocated from the bottom half of his leg. Not horrible, despite how it looked. He'd need to x-ray to get more detail, however, and that required his field kit.

“I'll be back in five. Then I'm setting your knee. It's gonna suck, but you'll have a stupid looking limp for the rest of your life if I don't. Oh, and you'll never get out of here. That too,” Hakuei said as he started for the door, rushing to find his kit before Tora passed out again. He needed to keep him conscious, just in case the Oyabun had concussed him. Not having that, no way, no how.

“Ibuprofen ain’t gonna do shit for bone injuries.” Tora flatly shot back through gritted teeth, tongue stillas sharp as ever after he’d swallowed the few given pills. “All they’re gonna do, old man, is keep down the fever.” He let his eyes roll back, knowing that without the pain management course they had put every Hankougi operative higher than a soldier through, he would be screaming.

“Say shit? Okay. Shit,” the gunner returned, still through gritted teeth. “Gave that fucker a comment on his height. Guess I can tell you don’t do that. Tell the egotis... ungh...” The assassin swallowed heavily, throat feeling much less dry, thankful for the water the doctor had pouted down his throat. He nodded anyway, just to make the physician feel better. There was no reason for him to rat a man like him out-especially that he’d done nothing but mostly harmless and helpful things. “...the egotistical prick he’s handsome as fuck.” Though, with the light in more abundance with the other man around, Tora finally got a good look at Hakuei’s countenance. Not bad, not bad at all, especially if this was the face he was going to be looking forward more to seeing in the next coming weeks, months, who knew?

Oh great, setting the pieces of what was his entire knee would bring another whole plate of pain. Tora nearly gave a scream when Hakuei had brought contact between the doctor’s hands and his badly crushed joint, entire form tensing like a drawn bowstring to fight off the unwanted stimulus. The man was still pushing down his body’s natural reaction to the anguish when the doctor babbled something about setting his knee and a limp if he didn’t do it and then left.

The Hankougi glared up at the ceiling of the room after the fit of pain had passed, counting his breaths as he let his body calm down some. Tora knew he was going to need it.

“You act like I don't know what these drugs do,” Hakuei said, huffing, “It'll bring down the swelling in your knee, too, dipshit. That's where a lot of the pain will be coming from anyways, so be lucky I can do this much...”

Wincing at the very thought of how the Oyabun had reacted to his height being mentioned, Hakuei understood why Tora had a fucked up knee and deep stab wounds on the first day. The Oyabun normally had more restraint, but he didn't like being told he was short. Even Kyo had been slapped around for those comments. “Damn...That was stupid. You some kinda masochist or what? Kyo, sure, he'll hit you for that, maybe leave a nasty bruise, but Oyabun-sama...I'm surprised your only this bad, honestly. Better watch that tongue of yours if you wanna survive any longer in here...”

Kit in hand, Hakuei was back in the room after quick jaunt to gather the proper supplies. Throwing a small bib over Tora's junk, he gave one hard pat to his good leg to keep him awake as he set up the mini-xray. “Stay with me, here Tora. Don't pass out just yet. I'll give you something to put you out until dinner when I'm done.”

The x-ray confirmed what Hakuei had felt, three fractures in the knee, a miracle no small pieces broke off. He could give Tora a local anesthetic to set the bones, something that would wear off...He'd have to say that someone had stolen it to shoot up, though. His inventory was always checked when he left the Honshu's guests. Taking a breath, he dabbed his forehead of sweat with his sleeve. When had he started sweating...? He was just setting a bone, geez...

“Okay....” Hakuei said under his breath as he looked for lidocaine. Finding it, he prepped Tora's knee with a wipe to sterilize and popped off the cap to the little syringe. A quick pinch and the area was numb. He only had about five minutes to set the bone from then...

“This is gonna suck,” Hakuei said, slowly massaging the knee to feel out the bones he needed to set. It wouldn't hurt yet, but once he started moving things around, Tora would still feel it well enough. “Okay...Now...Deep breath...”

Taking his own deep breath, Hakuei quickly moved the two pieces of knee on the side back into place and set a splint under the leg, wrapping it in so it wouldn't move. He really wasn't allowed to cast it, but a splint...He thought he could get away with that. Wrapping a bandage around the knee, he quickly made sure that the splint wasn't going to move before letting out a sigh of relief.

“Damn...That was the worst bone-setting ever. You're an awful patient to work on, Tora.”

Tora watched the man return with his field kit, something like an extra fat metal brief case holding contraptions and apparatus that was out of the gunner’s sight. With a sigh, he trusted his leg to the doctor and the man let his eyes roll back, determined to get some sort of rest, except a hard pat to his good leg woke him right back up.

“They’ll let you do that?” the assassin mumbled, slightly grumpy even through the strong agony his leg and lower body was in, even as the man was operating the field-kit x-ray machine, curious as to why Hakuei would even bother drugging Tora so he could sleep till dinner. Not that he didn’t want the rest. He very much wanted the chance to sleep, knowing that the less he seemed to want to hand over answers, the less rest and the longer the so-called interrogation sessions would be.

He heard the syringe’s needle being uncapped, the vial of whatever anesthetic the doctor was going to use-at least the rebel hoped he was. With his sort of luck, who knew? Tora felt the cold prick and the tell-tale oozing of a sort of numb, coolness of the anesthetic spreading in his flesh, deadening his former screaming nerves to a mediocre ache. Hakuei warned the ebony to take a deep breath-he was about to start setting bone fragments back into place.

The moment Hakuei’s hands were back on his knee, the Hankougi member felt a twinge. And then the setting started; it was like somoene was sliding bricks over his very bones, scraping them and not at all careful. “...F-fuck...jezus...” he panted, biting down a little too hard on the inside of his cheek, tasting the coppery taste of his own blood blood on his tongue. The man had strained against the straps holding him down, just in pure reaction before landing back down against the gurney’s bedding with a muffled thump, breathing hard as the physician bandaged the knee in a splint.

‘Great,’ Tora thought. Now he got to torment himself while they caused further pain later as if he moved his leg too much, the splint could slip and his knee joint collapse into its earlier state. No, fucking way.

“...thanks, I guess,” the gunner grumbled under his breath, feeling a bead of sweat slide down his temple. The water hadn’t really all been wiped away. Instead his wet boxers had simply drained water into the sheets of the gurney and now he was laying in a cold bed... well, at least it wasn’t the floor where the danger of a hypothermia or a cold were greater.

“Fuck, no, they won't just let me. I have to...slip it to you, somehow,” Hakuei explained. He really would get his ass handed to him by the Oyabun, or worse, Kyo, if they found out he was easing the prisoner's pain. As it turned out, he was crude, maybe a little mean at times, but he wasn't a sadist. He felt bad for the poor souls he had to patch up after a run-in with the Honshu. His allegiance wasn't so much a loyalty to the Honshu as they were the safer option in his mind. With the world quickly going in the toilet, he had no one else to worry about, no family, no lovers, just his job, and he had no qualms about compromising his personal values to survive in this new harsh world.

Hakuei noted how the assassin seemed to be shivering a bit. He was still wet and it was no doubt that the bed was as well. He could at least get him a blanket...No, that wouldn't work...

Taking off his white lab coat, he draped it over the other. He would leave it behind, claim hypothermia as a reason for concern, even if it was falsified. The Oyabun could deal with it if he didn't want to dry off the man he'd no doubt water-boarded. “...You hungry?”

Dangling a bag of cookies from two fingers, the doctor raised an eyebrow at Tora, almost suggestively. Technically, he should have left already, but he didn't have any other duties for the day. Hanging out with a prisoner was better than getting drunk and reading depressing old-timey poetry. “Betcha haven't even seen these in years, huh? They're my private stash. Small comfort from the old days...I found 'em in a warehouse a few weeks into the air-raids on Tokyo. Same day the Honshu found me, actually. They let me keep the cookies and my life, but they took everything else. Made me their physician...Been here ever since...”

Looking to the rebel, his eyes a bit dazed, lost in the past, he ate a cookie and spoke through a full-mouth,

“Whuh 'bout you? Why'dya join da Hankougi?”

“Yah ain’t got a pitying thing going on, no?” Tora raised a brow at the doctor who was fidgeting through his explanation of why he’d give the gunner something to put him out till later. No doubt that it was probably more than forbidden. He promised himself he’d save it somehow if he could. After all he could go around thirty-six hours without rest in a go. The doctor’s actions were more than questionable considering he was a member of the Honshu.

The priveleged white physician’s coat was laid out over him and the Hankougi rebel glanced at Hakuei with a clear tired, questioning look. The pain had dulled somewhat from his body mass producing natural pain killers. Though his knee was still throbbing badly, he could bear it and still manage to think his mind around a semi-coherent conversation.

“...You hungry?” Unfortunately, the last thought on the ebony’s mind was food. He was more concentrated on how he’d get out of this hell hole and how to regain his sleep he was going to lose over his goddamn leg joint. Without a word, he nodded slightly, lips pressed into a thin line. Another bag of sweet bread things...

Tora gave the most doubting look he could give a man from where he lay right up at the doc. What was with this obsession with drink and cookies? Never mind that it was unhealthy and cavaties ought have been more than abundant. “Are you a kid, old man?” the assassin reprimanded, watching the other man stuff himself with cookie.

The question asked through that full mouth of a sweet pastry surprised more than he thought it would. He chewed the inside of his cheek for a moment before giving a sigh.

“Well, I’m the son of the head. So... naturally...”  he murmured, eyes sliding to half-mast, brows still knotted slightly in enduring through the torment his knee and various stab wounds was giving him. Tora could feel the hypothetical hole underneath his feet falling. Better let the Honshu think they’d got a big fish to lure the Hankougi-hence why he’d left out more than just a few details: like that he was adopted. Thus more vulnerable if they reached out from their fortress to bait the rebel forces.

“Pity? No, not really,” Hakuei said with a chuckle. Maybe he did pity Tora in a way, but he normally didn't pity those who ended up here. They were often lower-down grunts, not worth much time, rude, and altogether useless in the end. Hakuei had never spent so much time with a prisoner before, so, in a way, he was getting attached. “More like I'd rather not experience what you're going through and, despite whatcha think, not all of us Honshu are entirely inhuman deep down.”

Chuckling, the doctor shrugged and opened the cookies. He supposed he was a bit of a kid on the inside still. When everything started to fall apart in the world, all he wanted was stability, something normal, safe, and, to be honest, something that reminded him of the way things were before. Cookies, in some way, gave him hope that they might rebuild somehow. They were also a reminder that it would be a long time before this crazy world sorted itself out and all that was left of the way things were before were cookies and the broken people eating them.

“Maybe I am a kid...But I doubt a kid could chug a forty in five minutes,” He said, smirking to Tora. Rationing out the cookies into two small piles on a clear spot of his cart, he ate one and raised his eyebrow at Tora, offering the sweet treat with a half-smile.

The doctor's eyes went wide when he heard Tora mention his lineage. Holy shit. Now he did pity the idiot. He shouldn't have said that to him...Someone was bound to have heard...

“You're absolutely retarded,” He remarked, giving Tora a cookie, almost like a consolation for having screwed himself over with that sensitive bit of information, “You better hope that they decide to kill you before they start sending body parts to the Hankougi.”

Rubbing his face, he felt all kinds of stressed out now that he knew just who Tora was to the Hankougi. Fuck, how did he let himself start this little attachment? He was valuable before, but now he was like gold. They'd torture him for weeks on end, but always make sure Hakuei kept him alive to secure what they wanted from the Hankougi. Motherfucker...

“Right, and all of that said forty is up in your brain and growing that pot belly already, gramps,” Tora groaned softly, one eye closing. He knew he was pale as hell, if he wasn’t already since he felt like a drenched newspaper someone had left out in the rain. Damp jet black hair still clung to his forehead and cheeks and there was a growing wet patch on the pillow beneath him.

Even with only one eye open, the gunner saw the doctor’s reaction like a jackrabbit in the middle of the road facing an oncoming car. Hunh. Interesting. Said tidbit of an observation was tucked away. Such a reaction could only tell that the doctor was growing to know him, if not attached. The Hankougi rebel was a human, just as Hakuei was. Most humans could only take seeing so much cruelty. Of course, there were those trained and there were those simply insane.

He chuckled, taking the cookie offered along with the retarded comment. Chewing the sweet pastry for a moment and swallowing heavily, Tora smiled-the sort of expression one could only have when there was nothing to lose-the berserker’s smile. “I don’t have to wait for ya’ll to kill me. I can do that myself.” With that, the assassin slid his tongue out, curling it towards the physician more than suggestively.

A ripping sound could be heard, and Tora’s left arm and hand was free: free of the thick medical restraints. But he didn’t do anything violent or sudden with said limb, simply pushed back his dripping bangs and take another cookie from Hakuei’s hand and feed it to himself lazily, rubbing his eyes in attempt to rid the feeling of being completely burnt out from at least his sight. Maybe he shouldn’t have done it, since he was supposed to be conserving energy for his possible imminent escape but with what said goddamn Oyabun had been putting him through, the ebony had no doubt he would be point blank tired. Even that aside, being constrained to a single position without any movements to keep his muscles active, the gunner knew he would turn exactly into sitting duck. Stiff muscles would tear on first move especially with adrenaline driving the action.

“Don’t get ideas. I’m not here to punch your porcelain face in,” the trained operative grumbled, languidly licking his fingers clean of crumbs. The remaining eye closed and Tora tried reaching some sleep-resembling state. Hard to though, considering where he was, but well, what could Hakuei do him?

Not much, not much at all...

Rolling his eyes, Hakuei patted his slim belly with his free hand. Oh, maybe it was a little more squishy than it used to be...Frowning, he popped another cookie and stuck out his tongue at Tora. He had been about to feed the other a cookie when he laid back and seemed to be trying to relax.

“You wouldn't...” Hakuei said, raising an eyebrow as if to say 'Really?'. He shrugged and sighed once, knowing that if Tora tried, he'd just have to bandage his tongue, then have two of the bigger grunts help him insert a gag. Can't bite your tongue if you can't close your mouth. Swallowing another cookie, he spoke up again, winking and making a kissy-pout as he finished, “It's extremely painful. Tongues are sensitive. Why do you think people like to kiss with them so much?”

What happened next made Hakuei freeze in place. Adrenaline pumped through his veins as Tora took the cookie from him and said he wouldn't hurt him. Well, to be fair, he had said 'punch', the other sorts of violence may well have been fair game. In an instant, he found himself tripping over himself to scurry back away from the assassin, eyes wide and scared.

“Sh-shit....”

He whispered mostly to himself, his cookies long having fallen to the floor. He was in deep shit now... “Don't fucking move. Just because you have one hand free doesn't mean I can still knock you out with a syringe full of some bad shit, ya hear me?”

Hakuei didn't sound very convincing, but he was doing his best. It had been a while since he'd been in the direct line of danger. He wasn't very good under pressure like this....

Tora couldn’t help but smile wrily; the berserkers smile replaced with a cynical half-grin. The doctor really wasn’t a front-line fighter-that he could see plain and clear as day. Actually, it was humorous to see a grown man scared out of his wits like that. Probably a result from the amount of callousness the Hankougi liquidator had gained from the years of killing, sniping, maiming. Tora did not terrorize. That sort of work was left to his adopted brother. He finished laving his fingers with his tongue before he carefully laid back down, free hand over his stomach. The announcement of the cookies having been spilled to the floor by the physician was already past. “What a waste,” he mumbled, eyes closing.

The assassin chuckled for real this time; Hakuei’s threat was about as empty as the two mindless guards outside this room right here, right now. He opened one eye again, hazel iris glinting like a cat’s. From where Tora had sunk into the semi-wet pillow, anyone could still see the murderous leer the man had on his face to accompany said one-eyed stare.  One corner of the gunner’s plush, pierced lips curled slightly up, crookedly like he was disparaging the very being of the doctor in his sight, brows furrowed still. There was no dimple because the “smile” part of the expression never reached the man’s bronze colored eyes. They stayed cold, dead-the eyes of a well-trained killer.

“You think I can’t kill you with one hand?” Tora purred, rubbing over his aching sternum and upper ribs; the soreness from the number of times he’d been fake-drowned. “Sit down and quit shaking, Hakuei.” Tora licked his lips drily, letting his eyes close again. So far, what had he done? Nothing but be a bad mouthful and trouble a fairly good doctor-albeit drunk for the worse when he’d first seen him. He should trouble the poor man a little less. After all, he did feed him, care for him, bandage him. Nothing malicious at all, though patching him up after such a interrogation session probably was just so he could take more. The Hankougi partisan wasn’t sure if he could call that helpful or not. At least he was still alive, so that was all that mattered in the very basic of terms.

For the love of whatever god still remained, he wanted sleep, damnit! Tora tucked his hand beneath the practitioner’s white coat, as thin as it was, it was still some cover.

“Tie me back up if you want.”

Gathering himself, Hakuei slowly made his way back to the stool by the bed. He knew the other could kill him with ease and that was what terrified him. He was a doctor, not a fighter, and he stood no chance against someone like Tora, trained and honed into a killing machine. Even if he didn't torture his marks, he still took them out when it came down to it. Worst Hakuei had done was euthanize three people who were already dying because they had asked him to. Real killer right there.

“...Don't move...” Hakuei said, standing and moving to the bedside to tie Tora's arm back up. Eight tight knots later and the assassin was tightly bound and unable to move much once again. Though there were three other holds that hadn't been broken yet, having Tora partially secured made him feel just that much better. Doing as he mentioned he would earlier, the doctor filled a syringe with a sedative and injected it into the other's arm. He would be out cold in minutes and stay out for hours.

With the other knocked out, he let out a heavy sigh, his hands still shaking from the close encounter. Tora could have easily taken his life right then. Snuffed him out. But he hadn't. Hakuei didn't know if he should be worried or relieved. For the moment, he was on his way to report to Ruki to see about tougher restraints. They couldn't risk Tora getting loose again.