[fic] Silent Collision - Chapter Twelve ~The Secret~
Title: Silent Collision
Author:
prettyorianna
Pairing: Akame. Ryo x Kame. Ueda x Junno.
Rating: NC-17. Eventually.
Genre: crime drama? AU story
Beta by: nobody
Disclaimer: I don't own the people. I write this for fun and for other fans of these fine folks. But don't steal my plots, mmkay? I put a great deal of time into them except for when I'm randomly spastically spitting words onto a page. But I value those too...
Summary: Jin kills in self defense only to find himself a fugitive. Along the way he meets a scared boy...
Warning: Character death(s). Abuse, murder, gangs, kidnapping, etc etc.
Author's Note: Here you go!
The Master Posts:
On my journal - Silent Collision Master Post
On the akame_ Community - Silent Collision Master Post
On the akame_fanfics Community - Silent Collision Master Post
On the kattun_fanfics Community - Silent Collision Master Post
Chapter Twelve ~The Secret~
Completely surprised by the boy’s tears, Jin asked, “What did I say wrong, Kame? Why are you crying? I don’t… I don’t understand why you’re crying?” But Kame just cried harder, hard enough even that his whole back was shaking…
… no, that wasn’t quite it. Yes, he was crying hard. But… no, this was the same sort of trembling Kame got when he was scared.
What had he done that scared Kame so much?
Taking great care to avoid touching any burns, Jin put his hand on Kame’s shoulder. “Please, Kame-chan. At least look at me. We’ll figure this out…” Oh, look, now he was crying, too. So much for his manly image. But something about Kame’s pain just cut Jin to the quick.
Kame slowly turned back around, giving Jin a questioning look through completely terrified, tear-filled eyes.
“Why are you so scared?”
Kame hesitantly pointed at Jin.
Shocked, Jin asked, “You’re afraid of me?”
But Kame only shook his head and pointed at himself.
“I don’t understand…” Maybe he should find Kame a pen and some paper? “Okay, Kame, just wait here for a bit. I’ll find you something to draw with, okay? We’ll get it all sorted out.” Jin did his best to dry his eyes and wandered through the house looking for something. He eventually found a notepad and pen by the phone in the kitchen.
When he got back to the bedroom, Kame wasn’t crying anymore, but he was still trembling and he had one arm across his chest defensively. That coupled with the expression on his face and in his eyes gave Jin the strong impression of a dog expecting to be kicked.
Once again the thought occurred to him that he would definitely make the man that hurt Kame suffer mightily.
Jin handed the pad and pen to Kame.
The boy drew two stick figures next to each other, one of them with what Jin could only assume represented a halo (basically, it looked just like when Kame had drawn his parents’ house). Kame pointed at Jin and then the stick figure with the halo.
“So that one is me, then.”
Kame nodded. He pointed at himself and the other stick figure.
“The other one is you.”
Nodding again, Kame flipped the page. He drew the figure representing Jin once more, only the stick-arm was extended, point across the page, which is where Kame drew a house and two more stick figures - a normal one and one with horns.
Jin stared at it for a moment. It almost seemed like… “Kame, do you think I am going to take you back to the man that did that to you?” and he gestured at Kame’s chest. Kame’s tiny nod and the way he shrank back in on himself told Jin all he needed to know.
“Oh, no, Kame… I’d never do that. I won’t let that bastard anywhere near you, I promise. Why would you ever think that?” Jin said softly.
In response, Kame drew what looked a great deal like a bed and then put a big “X” across it.
Jin really had to think about that one before he finally thought he understood. “Because I… wouldn’t sleep with you?”
Kame nodded nervously.
“You think that if we don’t sex I won’t help you? Kame, you don’t have to whore yourself out to…” but Jin trailed off at the anger that passed through Kame’s eyes at the sentence.
Kame pointed at himself, then Jin, and lastly the bed. He then threw the notebook at Jin hard and fled the room, crying once again. At least Kame didn’t seem afraid any more.
“What did I do now?” Jin wondered aloud to nobody in particular.
Nobody in particular didn’t respond. Go figure.
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When Junno got to the kitchen, he found Kamenashi in there cooking breakfast. He hurried to the boy’s side. “Hey, you shouldn’t be doing that!”
Kamenashi flinched, dropping down to the ground in the lowest bow Junno had ever seen directed his way.
Huh?
“What are you doing?” Junno crouched down in front of the boy. “You don’t have to do that. I just meant, well, you’re hurt. You should be resting, not cooking. Someone else can do the cooking.”
Kame looked up at Junno, slowly rising to a sitting position. He looked confused to Junno.
“Kame, did you come this way?” Akanishi’s voice came from the hall.
“He’s in here!” Junno called. He could hear Akanishi behind him.
The man sounded furious as he said, “What the hell did you do to him?” Akanishi dropped down protectively between Junno and Kamenashi, glaring accusingly at Junno. “I don’t care who you are or how you know Ueda. If you hurt Kame I will put you in the fucking ground, do you hear me?”
Junno saw Kame’s arms go around Jin’s waist.
“Such language, Akanishi-san! Tsk, tsk.” Holding his hand out to the man in greeting, Junno said, “Iriguchi, deguchi, Taguchi desu!” He smiled as widely as he could, which Ueda often assured him was entirely more than should be humanly possible.
When Akanishi wouldn’t accept his greeting, Junno pouted. “So rude… Surely you don’t want my readers to hear all about how rude you are?”
“Readers?” The man looked confused now.
“I’m a journalist. I’m writing an article on the kidnapping and the murder in the alley.”
Eyes flashing, Akanishi said, “First of all, that was self defense, not murder. Second of all, I didn’t kidnap Kame-chan. I found him in the warehouse.”
Still smiling, Junno said, “You know, you’re right. We need to clear this horrible misunderstanding up. You know the best way to do that?”
Eying him warily, Akanishi said, “What’s that?”
“A double-interview exclusive.”
“What?”
“Let me interview you and Kamenashi. For my article. I mean, I’ll have to rewrite it anyway and I have to turn it in by the end of today. This may be your last chance to set the record straight. Pretty please? Please, please, please…”
But before he could get the fourth and last ‘please’ out, he heard Ueda behind him. “Begging doesn’t suit you, Junno.”
“That’s not what you said la-” but the smack to the back of his head interrupted him. He could almost hear Ueda’s piercing glare.
Smiling at Akanishi again, Junno said, “Excuse us for a minute, please? And… don’t go anywhere. I want that interview!” Standing, he grabbed Ueda’s wrists and dragged him out of the kitchen to the living room.
“What is your problem, Uebo? You say you’re not ashamed of me but you treat me like some dark secret whenever anyone else is around. You don’t take me out anywhere, either. I never even got to see your house before it got burned down because you didn’t want me anywhere near the place. “
Ueda looked defensive. “You know I love you. I just do-”
“Don’t see why everyone else needs to? I’m tired of hearing that! Do you really even mean it, when you say that? Do you love me?”
For a moment, Ueda stood there with mouth hanging open in surprise. “How can you even ask that?”
“BECAUSE YOU HIDE ME AWAY LIKE SOME SHAMEFUL SECRET! What are you so afraid of? Do you have other boyfriends you don’t want to know about me or something?”
“Of course not!”
“Look,” and Junno was well and truly pissed off by this point, “I’m not going to kick you out. Your house burned down and you have no other place to go. But you need to decide what’s more important to you - me or the reason you keep me secret. Because I can’t do this any more. I just can’t.”
And he went back to the kitchen where it seemed Kamenashi was trying to show Akanishi how to make an omelette. The boy was laughing, if it could still be called that when there was no sound, and Akanishi was pouting. “Why does mine look so ugly-shaped? I flipped it just like you did!”
“You know,” Junno started, amused to see Akanishi jump in surprise, “if I didn’t know better, I’d think you two were together.”
Kamenashi started nodding happily while Akanishi said, “It’s not like that.”
Was it his imagination or did Kamenashi, upon hearing Akanishi’s answer, look scared for a moment before fading to a blank expression?
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Koki had managed something no other detective had been able to do; he’d tracked down the Manatsu gang’s headquarters. It hadn’t taken all that much dancing to get a warrant to search the place for evidence relating to Tegoshi Yuya’s killing and the torching of Ueda-san’s house.
Things didn’t proceed smoothly after that, however.
He showed up with a handful of officers to execute the search warrant. A man who introduced himself as Uchi Hiroki let him in and then excused himself, saying he’d get Yamashita. Koki was about to give up on waiting for the gang leader when the man finally showed up.
“Can I help you, Detective…”
“Tanaka. I’m here with a search warrant to look for evide-” but Koki’s cell phone started ringing.
Calmly, Yamapi said, “You should probably answer that. I imagine it is important.”
And it was. It was Koki’s boss, nixing the search. Apparently it was being challenged by Yamashita’s lawyer and they couldn’t do anything until the courts sorted the mess out.
Which, in Koki’s experience, meant they might be able to finally search next decade.
Great. Now the gang would move headquarters and all the evidence would be destroyed.
…he’d just have to sneak back later and look around, after every left for the night.
No, he couldn’t.
It wasn’t legal.
But…
Damn it, what should he do? He knew he’d find his evidence here but he was just as sure it wouldn’t survive much longer.
Ah, well. He’d figure it out on the drive back to the station. Excusing himself politely, he couldn’t keep his disappointment from showing on his face. Yamashita’s calm smile wasn’t helping.
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Yamapi watched as the cops left. Breathing a sigh of utter relief, he locked the front door.
That stupid detective had no clue what he almost stumbled in on. In Yamapi’s office, just down the hall, Nishikido-san was meeting with Nakamaru Yuichi about his missing… what was the word he used? Toy?
Though Yamapi was pretty sure the cops only found the place because they’d been tailing Nishikido. It couldn’t be a coincidence, not that close of timing. He’d normally have ripped the man a new one, but the fact the man was more than willing to work with Nakamaru just made it an overall bad idea to piss him off. Yamapi would be glad when the two men left his headquarters.
He was insanely curious as to what the two men were actually saying but he didn’t have enough of a death wish that he would try eavesdropping.
Better make plans to move headquarters. Such a headache. "Uchi!"
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The story continues:
Chapter Thirteen ~The Article~
A/N: So... stuff.
Maru-Ryo meeting, Junno's article, and much more, next chapter.
LOL Look at Jin, can't even flip an omelette right. That man is kitchen handicapped.
It's probably good Koki's search got called off. I don't think it would have ended well for him had he stumbled on that meeting.