21世紀は癒す ((Ni-ju-ichi Seiki wa Iyasu)) ((21st Century Cure))
Title: 21世紀は癒す ((Ni-ju-ichi Seiki wa Iyasu)) ((21st Century Cure))
Author:risaki_chan
Rating: NC-17
Bands: Phantasmagoria, Kisaki, Chariots, Kiyoharu, Vidoll, Dir En Grey, Utada Hikaru and more knowing me
Pairing: Kisaki x Riku, Loki x Riku, Kiyoharu x Riku, possibly more. Subject to Change
Warning: AU, Male x Male, Blood, Gore
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Jrockers in this fan fiction, nor do I own the story of Repo and that world.
Notes: It was running through my head and I had to get it out. And yes some of this is familiar, mostly cause I took the original idea and elaborated on it.
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Grave Robber
Loki (Real Name is Unknown)
Age: Unknown (Presumed to be in mid-twenties)
Sex: Male
Medical Conditions: None Recorded.
WANTED FOR DISTRIBUTING ZYDRATE ILLEGALLY.
SHOOT UPON SEEING.
Just another one of those nights running through the darkness. Running away from the law that had been set to make a living. Not that his living conditions weren't good enough as they were already. But money was money and it eventually did disappear. At least he would always have those regulars of his that made sure his living could continued.
Loki sped up as he hurriedly existed the graveyard of the city. Zydrate in the pockets of his jacket that was thick enough so that the pale blue light the liquid gave off wouldn't shine through as he quickly headed to his 'place'. There were those who were waiting. He had to be punctual.
The spot lights of the graveyard barely Passover him, missing him by just an inch or two before he had ducked behind one of the gravestones. The man with black and purple hair knew he had to avoid this light, lest he be caught.
"Those distributing Zydrate illegally will be killed without hesitation."
"Shit," he cursed as the sound of the announcer sounded off, probably alerting every security guard that he was there. He peaked his head out far enough to see that at least those guards were heading in the opposite direction of him. At least he was having some luck it seemed. Quickly rising to his feet, by the time the guards had realized that someone had indeed smuggled the Zydrate from the dead, Loki was already long gone.
Already he was near the area where the law didn't mess with. Only because it was more dangerous for them to deal with then leave alone. Grave robbing Zydrate might have been illegal, but it was mostly only if you were caught outside of the Grave Robber's hide outs.
The man in his mask, Loki, sat himself down in his usual corner. His 'drug' in hand as he tossed the small glass container in the air. Taking care to make sure that he didn't drop it. That would have been a waste of his time and life not to mention the money.
"How's business toady Loki?"
Grave Robber
Kiyoharu (Last Name Unknown)
Age: Unknown (Presumed to be early forties
Sex: Male
Medical Conditions: Has breathing issues due to smoking;
WANTED FOR ILLEGALLY DISTRIBUTING ZYDRATE.
SHOOT UPON SEEING
The one with purple and black hair looked up, seeing a familiar man with almost more familiar cigarette standing before him.
"I guess it must be bad for you if you are bothering me Kiyoharu," he was quick to shoot out. A glared marred the one he had called Kiyoharu's face. Translucent smoke escaped from the red head's nostrils before he flung the cancer stick to the ground, stepping on it and putting it out. "GeneCo is a little more then upset that their graveyards keep getting hit," he started taking out another cylinder stick, "They are actually thinking about sending a Repo Man after your ass especially since you are distributing Zydrate illegally to Kisaki's little whore."
"Aren't you guilty of giving some to that slut as well," the masked man fired back getting himself another frown, "He's the ultimate in Scalpel Sluts and likely will be the end of us. But at leas the bastard pays well," Loki stood up, "If a Repo Man comes in my direction I'll make sure to point him in your direction before he kills me, so that I wont be alone in hell."
Rolling his eyes while fingers lit the new cancer stick, Kiyoharu had decided that he had had enough of the younger Grave Robber. He grumbled to himself as he left. Remembering back to a time when a certain slut would come to him for the drug, and detesting the fact that he was getting replaced by this new bastard. It was more then enough to make him sick. Loki had been ruining his business, stealing all of his patrons. Only because the man with the mask was a little nuts in the head, and willing to risk his life during times when others wouldn't.
Which is why Loki knew the other man hated him and knew that the day GeneCo actually sent a Repo Man after him would be the day the red head would be cackling out of glee. Never the less, to Loki business was business. You had no customers if you didn't have stock, and since the item he sold was of great interest, he had to make sure he had enough for the regulars as well as those who would randomly come about. It was better to have extra then not enough. It wasn't his fault if Kiyoharu was to much of a fucker to figure that out.
"Grave Robber," another one of those familiar voices sounded out. Smirking from underneath of his mask as he could have spotted that voice anywhere. Even in a large crowd.
Scalpel Slut
Riku (Real Name is Kenji but Never Uses It)
Age: 22
Sex: Male
Medical Conditions: Suffers from severe pain constantly from constant surgery.
KNOWN FOR BUYING ILLEGAL ZYDRATE.
IF SEEN APREHEND
Rounding the corner was the one and only Riku. The little whore that Kiyoharu had missed oh so much since Loki entered into the business.
Kisaki's little whore had made his appearance, "Loki," he started once he was standing right in front of the man, "Give me a hit, now hurry."
"Bitch, pay me."
"Later…I can't keep my surgeons waiting," the man named Riku protested, moving a piece of red hair out of his face.
Sighing Loki turned around, "Ok then I'll see you later."
"Where you going!" the slut had screamed out, grabbing Loki's arm and forcing him to look him dead in the eyes, "There are more ways for me to pay then cash," the man with pierced lips smirked as he made himself close to Loki, who could only wear a similar malicious grin.
"Be here at midnight then, if you don’t show up-"
"Then it will never happen again…I know babe," Riku grinned as he let his fingers trace down Loki's sternum, "Midnight then, I guess I can leave Kisaki alone by then…He might wonder where I am though."
"He wont have to think to hard," the Grave Robber fired, un-pocketing the glowing blue vial and watching as Riku's eyes fell shut when the needle was pressed into his thigh and the liquid pouring into his body.
"Midnight…Remember that."
~*~
Founder and CEO of GeneCo.
Tadashi Kisaki Matsuura.
Age :33.
Sex: Male
Medical Conditions: Ulcers and a rare and fatal stomach disease called hemorrhagic fever, in which his stomach bleeds inside.
"GeneCo, your God is dying," Kisaki muttered more to himself then anyone in particular. His two henchwomen never the less hung their heard low, but their rifles remained alert.
"Who will inherit GeneCo?" one had finally asked after the silence had become a little more then unbearable for her.
"I'll keep those vultures guessing."
More silence had passed in the white office.
"What of your adoptive children?"
"HA! Those incompetent fools shall get nothing."
"And Riku?"
"HE! That slut would be an insult to everything I have worked for," he said rounding his desk and heading down a straight path, and hallway, leading him to an elevator.
"Sir where are we going?" the other henchwoman asked after she realized that they were going to the bottom floor. The man with red hair clutched at his stomach.
"Sir you are not well you should not-"
"Fuck off, I am seeing Kyo. He has some work that he needs to do for me," he stepped out of the elevator once it had reached the bottom floor. His chauffer already waiting by the expensive looking car that he rod in.
"Where to Kisaki-San?"
"Kyo's place."
"Yes sir."
With that he was off, heading out into the darkness. The trip wasn't to terribly long, but it was going to be a little while at the very least. "If you don’t mind me saying sir, but you don’t look to well."
"Even the man who cured the globe cannot cure his own extinction," was the CEO's response to the question. "Kyo had potential until he stole her away from me," he grumbled. "He blamed himself for her death," an almost maniacal laugh came from his throat, "But never suspected the man who she left, and the man who wrote his check might have played a part in this."
The driving man nodded, "I remember that day well sir."
"The day he finds that out, will be the day I die."
The expensive car pulled up to a nice manor of sorts, "Then what is it you plan on doing here sir?"
"I have some people who weren't punctual with their payments."
Author:risaki_chan
Rating: NC-17
Bands: Phantasmagoria, Kisaki, Chariots, Kiyoharu, Vidoll, Dir En Grey, Utada Hikaru and more knowing me
Pairing: Kisaki x Riku, Loki x Riku, Kiyoharu x Riku, possibly more. Subject to Change
Warning: AU, Male x Male, Blood, Gore
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Jrockers in this fan fiction, nor do I own the story of Repo and that world.
Notes: It was running through my head and I had to get it out. And yes some of this is familiar, mostly cause I took the original idea and elaborated on it.
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Grave Robber
Loki (Real Name is Unknown)
Age: Unknown (Presumed to be in mid-twenties)
Sex: Male
Medical Conditions: None Recorded.
WANTED FOR DISTRIBUTING ZYDRATE ILLEGALLY.
SHOOT UPON SEEING.
Just another one of those nights running through the darkness. Running away from the law that had been set to make a living. Not that his living conditions weren't good enough as they were already. But money was money and it eventually did disappear. At least he would always have those regulars of his that made sure his living could continued.
Loki sped up as he hurriedly existed the graveyard of the city. Zydrate in the pockets of his jacket that was thick enough so that the pale blue light the liquid gave off wouldn't shine through as he quickly headed to his 'place'. There were those who were waiting. He had to be punctual.
The spot lights of the graveyard barely Passover him, missing him by just an inch or two before he had ducked behind one of the gravestones. The man with black and purple hair knew he had to avoid this light, lest he be caught.
"Those distributing Zydrate illegally will be killed without hesitation."
"Shit," he cursed as the sound of the announcer sounded off, probably alerting every security guard that he was there. He peaked his head out far enough to see that at least those guards were heading in the opposite direction of him. At least he was having some luck it seemed. Quickly rising to his feet, by the time the guards had realized that someone had indeed smuggled the Zydrate from the dead, Loki was already long gone.
Already he was near the area where the law didn't mess with. Only because it was more dangerous for them to deal with then leave alone. Grave robbing Zydrate might have been illegal, but it was mostly only if you were caught outside of the Grave Robber's hide outs.
The man in his mask, Loki, sat himself down in his usual corner. His 'drug' in hand as he tossed the small glass container in the air. Taking care to make sure that he didn't drop it. That would have been a waste of his time and life not to mention the money.
"How's business toady Loki?"
Grave Robber
Kiyoharu (Last Name Unknown)
Age: Unknown (Presumed to be early forties
Sex: Male
Medical Conditions: Has breathing issues due to smoking;
WANTED FOR ILLEGALLY DISTRIBUTING ZYDRATE.
SHOOT UPON SEEING
The one with purple and black hair looked up, seeing a familiar man with almost more familiar cigarette standing before him.
"I guess it must be bad for you if you are bothering me Kiyoharu," he was quick to shoot out. A glared marred the one he had called Kiyoharu's face. Translucent smoke escaped from the red head's nostrils before he flung the cancer stick to the ground, stepping on it and putting it out. "GeneCo is a little more then upset that their graveyards keep getting hit," he started taking out another cylinder stick, "They are actually thinking about sending a Repo Man after your ass especially since you are distributing Zydrate illegally to Kisaki's little whore."
"Aren't you guilty of giving some to that slut as well," the masked man fired back getting himself another frown, "He's the ultimate in Scalpel Sluts and likely will be the end of us. But at leas the bastard pays well," Loki stood up, "If a Repo Man comes in my direction I'll make sure to point him in your direction before he kills me, so that I wont be alone in hell."
Rolling his eyes while fingers lit the new cancer stick, Kiyoharu had decided that he had had enough of the younger Grave Robber. He grumbled to himself as he left. Remembering back to a time when a certain slut would come to him for the drug, and detesting the fact that he was getting replaced by this new bastard. It was more then enough to make him sick. Loki had been ruining his business, stealing all of his patrons. Only because the man with the mask was a little nuts in the head, and willing to risk his life during times when others wouldn't.
Which is why Loki knew the other man hated him and knew that the day GeneCo actually sent a Repo Man after him would be the day the red head would be cackling out of glee. Never the less, to Loki business was business. You had no customers if you didn't have stock, and since the item he sold was of great interest, he had to make sure he had enough for the regulars as well as those who would randomly come about. It was better to have extra then not enough. It wasn't his fault if Kiyoharu was to much of a fucker to figure that out.
"Grave Robber," another one of those familiar voices sounded out. Smirking from underneath of his mask as he could have spotted that voice anywhere. Even in a large crowd.
Scalpel Slut
Riku (Real Name is Kenji but Never Uses It)
Age: 22
Sex: Male
Medical Conditions: Suffers from severe pain constantly from constant surgery.
KNOWN FOR BUYING ILLEGAL ZYDRATE.
IF SEEN APREHEND
Rounding the corner was the one and only Riku. The little whore that Kiyoharu had missed oh so much since Loki entered into the business.
Kisaki's little whore had made his appearance, "Loki," he started once he was standing right in front of the man, "Give me a hit, now hurry."
"Bitch, pay me."
"Later…I can't keep my surgeons waiting," the man named Riku protested, moving a piece of red hair out of his face.
Sighing Loki turned around, "Ok then I'll see you later."
"Where you going!" the slut had screamed out, grabbing Loki's arm and forcing him to look him dead in the eyes, "There are more ways for me to pay then cash," the man with pierced lips smirked as he made himself close to Loki, who could only wear a similar malicious grin.
"Be here at midnight then, if you don’t show up-"
"Then it will never happen again…I know babe," Riku grinned as he let his fingers trace down Loki's sternum, "Midnight then, I guess I can leave Kisaki alone by then…He might wonder where I am though."
"He wont have to think to hard," the Grave Robber fired, un-pocketing the glowing blue vial and watching as Riku's eyes fell shut when the needle was pressed into his thigh and the liquid pouring into his body.
"Midnight…Remember that."
~*~
Founder and CEO of GeneCo.
Tadashi Kisaki Matsuura.
Age :33.
Sex: Male
Medical Conditions: Ulcers and a rare and fatal stomach disease called hemorrhagic fever, in which his stomach bleeds inside.
"GeneCo, your God is dying," Kisaki muttered more to himself then anyone in particular. His two henchwomen never the less hung their heard low, but their rifles remained alert.
"Who will inherit GeneCo?" one had finally asked after the silence had become a little more then unbearable for her.
"I'll keep those vultures guessing."
More silence had passed in the white office.
"What of your adoptive children?"
"HA! Those incompetent fools shall get nothing."
"And Riku?"
"HE! That slut would be an insult to everything I have worked for," he said rounding his desk and heading down a straight path, and hallway, leading him to an elevator.
"Sir where are we going?" the other henchwoman asked after she realized that they were going to the bottom floor. The man with red hair clutched at his stomach.
"Sir you are not well you should not-"
"Fuck off, I am seeing Kyo. He has some work that he needs to do for me," he stepped out of the elevator once it had reached the bottom floor. His chauffer already waiting by the expensive looking car that he rod in.
"Where to Kisaki-San?"
"Kyo's place."
"Yes sir."
With that he was off, heading out into the darkness. The trip wasn't to terribly long, but it was going to be a little while at the very least. "If you don’t mind me saying sir, but you don’t look to well."
"Even the man who cured the globe cannot cure his own extinction," was the CEO's response to the question. "Kyo had potential until he stole her away from me," he grumbled. "He blamed himself for her death," an almost maniacal laugh came from his throat, "But never suspected the man who she left, and the man who wrote his check might have played a part in this."
The driving man nodded, "I remember that day well sir."
"The day he finds that out, will be the day I die."
The expensive car pulled up to a nice manor of sorts, "Then what is it you plan on doing here sir?"
"I have some people who weren't punctual with their payments."