Repaying the Debt

Jan 23, 2009 18:27

Title: Repaying the Debt
Disclaimer: Not mine, not true.
Writer's note: Based in a massive undertaking I started in April for Script Frenzy and attempted to novelize in summerwrite. It didn't happen. However, as I have this world set up, I'm going to play in it. The master list of fics (including the order) is found here.


Ryeowook had never seen this kind of mess.

Even when he'd lived on the streets, he'd never seen this much death. The garage stunk of it, the rest of the men working to clear it out, get those help that needed it, and until they had a lead on where the woman went, he had to help.

The group near the driveway surprised him, to be honest. Reputed to be the best Arashi had to offer, none of them moved, the man in the middle - shocking blonde hair stained blood red on one side of his head - the obvious reason for their complete destruction. How had he taken them out?

As he got closer, he realized that not only had the blonde taken them out, but he'd done it without a gun, and in some cases, without a weapon. At least one soldier had his neck broken.

Ryeowook worked his way through the circle, checking each man to make sure none lived, ready to call over the medics that waited. But he had no reason, and straightened with a scowl when he'd finished.

Or thought he had. A low moan caught his attention, and he looked at the blonde in the center. His eyelids fluttered, and he tried to move.

Ryeowook pulled out his gun and trained it on the man - obviously not one of Arashi's, although he didn't wear the PokPung uniform, either - as he reached up to press a long-fingered hand to his head.

And Ryeowook caught sight of a burn he thought he'd never see again.

His grip on the injured man's arm probably hurt, and he leaned over, not caring. "Where did you get this?" he hissed, gun dangling in his other hand, forgotten.

Hazy brown eyes struggled to focus on him. "Get what?"

"This." He pressed the burn, long healed, on the pulse point of the other man's wrist.

"I wanted to stop him." Accented words, slurred together, made him hard to understand. "But he wouldn't…. Wouldn't…. And burned me on the candle when I wouldn't shut up."

Ryeowook froze. "He wouldn't stop. And then he made you watch," he said softly. "Geng-hyung?"

"Yes. But I don't…."

Still dazed, obviously. Ryeowook pulled the older man's arm over his shoulder and hoisted him to his feet. "Be careful. It's tricky getting out of here."

They made it to the ambulance without anyone asking questions, and the medics, looking as spooked about all the death as Ryeowook felt, loaded Geng in and vanished as quickly as they could.

Ryeowook turned back to the garage and the grisly work, only to spot someone else off to the side.

Dressed in black leather, much like Geng-hyung had been, the redhead lay in a pool of his own blood, probably Matsumoto's work. Ryeowook looked down at him for a moment before checking the pale throat for a pulse. He didn't expect one, and didn’t find one.

It dawned on him, however, as he walked away, that the redhead was the same as Geng, and he stopped. Hadn't Sakurai-san said something about personal bodyguards? So if Geng was, and this redhead was… there would be more. Right? He went back to the redhead and searched through his clothes - and found the pager he thought he would.

He'd send a message. Someone would know to get him out of there before Sakurai-san found out Ryeowook had rescued someone he should have shot, and had Geng killed. He owed Geng far too much to just let him die.

fic: repaying the debt, fandom: super junior, project: triangle!verse

Previous post Next post
Up