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Title: Point Blank
Pairing: Kiyoharu x Riku (Solo x Chariots)
Bands: Buck Tick, Pierrot, Penicillin, Chariots, Phantasmagoria, Luna Sea
Chapter: 4/ 14
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,350
Summary: One Don's revenge starts a cycle of murder, love, and sorrow for one man that ruined the Don's life ten years ago.
Warning: Child abuse, sexual abuse, murder
Authors Note: Sorry for the delay. Finals are over and I'm determined to finish this fic before the end of the year.This is dedicated to teru for a very late birthday present.
Beta: kentan (My beta is currently without a internet so until further notice the chapters are not beta)
Chapters: Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3
Another day and another visitor and this time it wasn’t the same bitchy blonde cop who had a damn denial of having an attraction to the chief of police, but the man standing behind the glass seemed fidget. Kiyoharu’s eyes lazily watching every movement of J’s and how he seemed to be fidgeting which only meant he was nervous about something. Tattooed fingers picking up the phone and holding it up to his ear as he watched J mirror his own actions and Kiyoharu could only chuckle softly into the receiver at how on edge J seemed around him. “I never thought I’d scare the shit out of you, Jun. Especially with a damn bullet proof glass between us.”
Fingers digging into the back pocket of his uniform and setting the carton of cigarettes and lighter on the small counter in front of him and removing a cigarette from the small carton as he placed it between his lips and leaned back into the chair waiting for the other to calm himself and speak up with what the hell has him so nervous. The only thing he could figure was
J was nervous of getting caught and thrown in jail for being affiliated with the Yakuza, but they would have done it already if they wanted too. His hand cupping around his cigarette as he lit the cancer stick and inhaled. Fingers wrapping around the tan filter and pulling the cylinder cigarette away from his lips and exhaling as eyes lazily watched the lucid smoke trail up into the ceiling before he turned his attention back to J with a raised eyebrow. “You know we only have fifteen minutes. As much as I love seeing your beautiful face I’d prefer some damn words coming out through this receiver.” Leaning back in his chair and growing a little frustrated. Hell, Riku would have given him some entertainment by now.
Watching through the glass and he could see lips moving, but no words coming out and leaning out of his seat and narrowing his eyes as if he was trying to read lips, but he watched the lips move again and yet he didn’t hear a damn thing through the receiver. “Damnit, J be a man and speak the hell up.”
The younger man on the other side of the glass who had been fidgeting the whole time in his chair trying to find the words to tell his best friend his parents were killed and yet he couldn’t find the words. He didn’t want to be the barrier of bad news again not to Kiyoharu, not again. He didn’t want to tell him the last of his kin was killed, but he couldn’t keep it from him. Kiyoharu would find out somehow or some way. He always did and it was better he heard it from him then a stranger.
“Kiyoharu…” Trailing off and the sudden bang of Kiyoharu hitting the glass in annoyance to show his time was going to end and he was getting frustrated jolted him out. Standing up from the chair and head bent down as the hair fell into his face and somehow he managed to find what nerve he had left to speak up and almost bracing himself for the man’s reactions. “They’re dead.” For a moment J kept his eyes down to the counter before he heard the clicking noise on the other line looking up to see Kiyoharu getting up and exiting without another word which J seemed thankful for at the moment. He didn’t know how the hell to tell Kiyoharu that his own
Don had agreed to what Kirito had ask of, but Atsushi was willing to give it all away to make a profit and he didn’t give a second thought about his right hand man’s feelings. Taking a small breath and slowly hanging up the receiver on his side hearing the metal door open for Kiyoharu and he didn’t turn his back to watch Kiyoharu exit instead he walked towards his exit without a second glance.
Kiyoharu not having a chance to let the information sink into his mind at what he had been told and to come terms to it instead he was being dragged off to a familiar closed off room. Not realizing he had left his cigarette from earlier in the visitation room, but for some reason he knew a cigarette couldn’t help him now and not even a damn line of coke could help him forget and deny the pain. Not a single damn thing as he felt old wounds opening once more. After all these damn years he had managed to hide the wound in his heart, but after so long of holding it inside he could feel himself slipping off the deep end and he was reaching his breaking point like he did years ago. Narrowing his eyes at that thought, but the slamming of the cell door bought him back to the room he was physically sitting in at the moment and guessing a trip down memory lane would have to wait.
“I see no cigarettes today Mori. Finally quitting?” A smug smirk on Riku’s lips as he slammed the familiar bulk file down in front of the two taking a seat across from Kiyoharu and frowning in respond when he received no respond from the other. “Cat got your damn tongue or did you finally learn how to respect me!” Nothing. Not a word. The small blonde crossing his arms over his chest in annoyance and the one day he was prepared for the asshole he goes and changes his damn game plan. He wanted to scream at the older man and rip his hair out with how much the other frustrated him to no end and yet he was still working on his case. Taking a deep breath and about to speak before finally the older man cut him off and spoke up instead.
“Just let me go back to my cell. I’m not in the damn mood to deal with your sorry ass or anyone’s for that matter.”
Riku narrowing his eyes and feeling somewhat offended Kiyoharu had the nerve to group him with the rest of everyone else. All the damn time he spent with him too and he was being grouped with the rest of them? The blonde feeling a little angry at that especially when no one else had to deal with such a pompous asshole.
The blonde cop looking up to see Kiyoharu still had his head down and if it was one thing Riku hated more than being teased by the damn asshole it was being ignored. Slamming the fold shut and staying quiet for a moment before he huffed in annoyance and tapped his foot impatiently. The silence between the two was a foreign feeling to Riku especially with such a loud ass like Kiyoharu. Riku’s knuckles curled and turning white from how tightly they were curled into his palm before he shot up from his chair moving to grab Kiyoharu by his wife beater and forcing the older man to look at him and to pay attention to him.
“Stop being a whiney bitch and start explaining why the hell you are so pissy.”
Kiyoharu’s eyes narrowing with how causal Riku had gotten and he was far from being in the mood to deal with the bitchy blonde and pushing him away from him as his shirt was released before he stood up and went towards the door. The older man slamming his curled fist against the door to signal towards the guard to let him out and away from Riku. “It’s none of your damn business. So leave me the hell alone and find someone else to bug the hell out of.”
The door opening and Riku watched in confusion as the cuffs were placed back around Kiyoharu’s tattooed wrist and confused at why Kiyoharu wasn’t in the mood to deal with him even though it was vice versa. Glancing quickly back down at the file before back at Kiyoharu and speaking up before the guards took him away. “Tell me one thing. With whatever is bothering you does it has to do anything with the Yakuza?”
Kiyoharu glancing over his shoulder and his eyes seemed darker than usual not saying a word at first before he nodded his head and was escorted out of the room leaving a confused and yet surprisingly concerned Riku. Without a second thought he grabbed the thick folder and headed back towards the police station making a bee line to Kisaki’s office.
Curiosity mixed with anger is what he blamed himself for being as bold as he entered Kisaki’s office without knocking a foolish move on anyone’s part, but Riku had to get the bottom of what the hell was up with Kiyoharu. “Kisaki, sir. I have a question about Mori.”
The taller police chief surrounded by neatly stacked paper work and glancing up to see the smaller blonde placing what he could only assume was Kiyoharu’s file down on his desk. “Go ahead, Kenji.”
Riku taking a deep breath as his nerves started to kick in and realizing who he was talking to
in such a direct tone. “Mori was acting strange today. The usual cocky arrogant self was gone today and I wanted to know if you happen to know any reason what would cause this.”
Kisaki crossing a leg over his knee and going quiet for a moment before he moved to grab the file off his desk that he received this morning and handed it over towards Riku. “This morning two bodies of an elderly couple were found out of the city in a burnt down house. It wasn’t a normal house fire, but by foul play what we believe was linked back to Kirito and Atsushi’s men. Autopsy reveals entry of several bullets into their bodies and gasoline as the cause of the start of the fire.”
The blonde cop opening the folder and grimacing silently at the burned bodies beyond recognition and he felt sorry for the older couple and wondering just how could someone in such an age group have a connection to the Yakuza. “Sir, I don’t understand how this relates to my job.”
“They were Mori’s parents.”
Riku jerking his head up at what Kisaki had said and staying quiet for a moment before he cleared his throat and tried to find the words to speak. He was disgusted and shock. First Kiyoharu’s Don set him up and now killed his parents? What type of Yakuza was this? The Yakuza he knew was all about family honor and brother ties and no brothers did such a thing to one another. The blonde opening his mouth, but closing his mouth when he realized no words was forming.
“From what we have gathered so far Atsushi is getting desperate to keep his business going and some sort of deal was made to please Kirito which involved the death of his parents. At this point time we’re not sure what business is being started, but Kirito so far seems to be taking out everything on Mori.” Hands crossing in his lap and leaning back in his chair for a moment before he straightened his posture to see the blonde was still shocked by the news. “It is a good thing for us because we can talk Mori into siding with us to bring the Yakuza down since they killed his parents and his daughter.”
“Daughter?” Riku’s eyes widening at hearing that and he was wondering just what he had missed skimming through Kiyoharu’s file, but he knew he didn’t see anything about a daughter. Was he slacking that much? No, there is no way an asshole like that could attempt to have the slightest bit off affection to have a child.
“Kenji, you have to prepare for the unexpected and not be so shocked by those things or anything with convicts. All men lead a normal life until they make one wrong decision.” Kisaki clearing his throat and knowing Riku was far from the mood from a lecture he would take any other day and instead continuing. “ Mori’s daughter three years ago was reported murdered. The mother left after birth of Aiko and from what we gather Kiyoharu took care of her since day one. Still a toddler, but the toddler didn’t have a quick death. What was concluded from the autopsy was asphyxiation to an unconscious state before being defiled in a sickening manor. We assumed the child woke up during the act and started to struggle before the men finished with a bullet to head.” Kisaki turning in his chair to grab the recent fold he had pulled earlier that day and turning back in his chair to face Riku. “Mori’s statement claimed he came home around 1:30 that night and found her body and called the police within minutes. The babysitter who was watching her is still missing and we could only assume she was thrown into a sex trade, but we do know that Kirito was affiliated in setting this up. We’re not sure the reason for such a cruel act, but we think it had to do something with a deal going wrong and Kiyoharu taking the profit as well as the client from Cuba that would be importing over six hundred billion yen of cocaine every year to Japan.”
Riku swallowing the lump in his throat and his stomach twisting into knots as he slowly digested the information. Now he knew why Kiyoharu was such a bastard. He went through all that and his daughter, Aiko…shaking his thoughts and he simply bowed grabbing the folder before exiting the room quietly still trying to digest all the information, but more than determined to bring the Yakuza down and get Kiyoharu to start talking to help him do so. He would get the older man to help him even if took every last breath in his body to get Kiyoharu to start speaking up.
~~~
Cigarette resting between his lips and legs parted as he sat on the thin futon in his cell not even inhaling around the cigarette as the filter burned the tobacco inside. His mind slowly tried to accept the fact of what had been told to him and if he could accept really accept it or not. The older man closing his eyes as he let his body fall back onto the thin mattress and keeping his eyes closed as he moved his hand to pull the cigarette from his lips and exhaled the cigarette. Eyebrows furrowed as he started thinking back to the past and struggling to open his eyes, but it was too late and he felt himself being pulled back to a night he wanted to forget.
~~~Three years ago~~~
Kiyoharu looking down at his watch realizing how damn late it was and how fast time had passed by. Cursing to himself as he ran up the steps in the apartment building knowing Aiko would still be up. He had promised her he’d be home before midnight, but he was an hour late from the damn rain that had screwed up the scheduling of a business transaction, but he made sure he didn’t go home empty handed. The bag in his hand of a small stuff animal from some show Aiko watched in the mornings and he wasn’t sure what the hell the name of the stuff animal was, but he knew for a damn fact it was the same thing he was on tv and heard every damn morning greeting him with a loud obnoxious voice.
Sure, the men made fun of him when he ran into the store before it closed, but he didn’t care. He would go to the ends of the earth and lose his pride in his job for her. His hair damp from the rain and sticking to the back of his neck as well as the bag, but the small gift was dry inside. Hell, he should have been paid for making sure not a damn drop of rain got on the damn thing. Making it to his level and when he made it to his door he saw the door broken off the latch and he immediately dropped the bag in his hands grabbing for his gun.
His heart racing a mile a minute as he kicked the door open with the barrel of the gun pointed in the apartment and his eyes frantically searching for a sign of life in the ransacked apartment. “Aiko?” Quickly and carefully walking through each room looking for the small girl and the babysitter the last thing on his mind as he saw the toddler’s bedroom and his stomach turning in knots and hoping Aiko was far from this and somewhere safe.
Kicking the door open and he dropped his gun when he saw the body on the floor and rushing over towards the girl as he picked up the limp body and cradled her towards his body. “Come on Ai, wake up, baby.” Starting to shake the body and putting his ear to her mouth looking for any damn sign of life and the small girl who was so full of life lay lifeless in his arms. His arms wrapped around her body as his own body hit the floor and back against the wall as he cradled the small girls towards his arm slowly rocking back and forth sobbing loudly into the girl’s hair. “Just wake up. Come on. Just wake up.”
The older man didn’t want to accept it. Miracles happened even with a damn bullet to someone’s head, they could survive. She couldn’t be dead. She was just a damn child. Sobs growing louder as the minutes passed and letting out a loud yell before he finally broke down sobbing into the Aiko’s lifeless body begging for some sign.
~~
The older man’s eyes opening when he felt his eyes stinging and sitting up and fingers wiping them away before anyone could see the man’s weakness. Kiyoharu taking a long drag from his cigarette only to let his eyes wonder to see Hakuei standing in the corner with his hand on his hip and not saying a word as he moved to sit down beside Kiyoharu moving to take the cigarette away from him.
Long slender tattooed sleeved arms wrapping around Kiyoharu and pulling the older man into his body for a hug, not saying a word at first and moments passing and Kiyoharu already knew Hakuei knew. A few minutes passing and pulling away from the taller knowing the rare moments like that would go unspoken between those two. A silent pact that had been like that since day one, but no words was never spoken because they both knew when words were needed and when they weren’t.
Kiyoharu taking the cigarette back and taking a deep breath as he composed himself forcing that cocky smile back on his lips as he turned his back away from Hakuei. “I’m getting the hell out of the Yakuza and I’m going to get back at every last damn one of them.” Kiyoharu turning his head over his shoulder and looking at Hakuei with a smile that masked a thousand unspoken words that no one would probably ever know. “Enter by blood and I’m going to exit the Yakuza with blood. The only way an honorable Yakuza member leaves and this time Atsushi won’t stop me from getting revenge.” Exiting the cell and leaving Hakuei there who hadn’t said a word.
The taller man knew there was no changing Kiyoharu’s mind and he wouldn’t stop him if anything he would do anything and everything to help Kiyoharu in any way he can because even the devil himself has his weak moments because no man not even the devil is born without emotions and they all break down at one point and show the other side of them. Even a Yakuza member.
Pairing: Kiyoharu x Riku (Solo x Chariots)
Bands: Buck Tick, Pierrot, Penicillin, Chariots, Phantasmagoria, Luna Sea
Chapter: 4/ 14
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,350
Summary: One Don's revenge starts a cycle of murder, love, and sorrow for one man that ruined the Don's life ten years ago.
Warning: Child abuse, sexual abuse, murder
Authors Note: Sorry for the delay. Finals are over and I'm determined to finish this fic before the end of the year.This is dedicated to teru for a very late birthday present.
Beta: kentan (My beta is currently without a internet so until further notice the chapters are not beta)
Chapters: Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3
Another day and another visitor and this time it wasn’t the same bitchy blonde cop who had a damn denial of having an attraction to the chief of police, but the man standing behind the glass seemed fidget. Kiyoharu’s eyes lazily watching every movement of J’s and how he seemed to be fidgeting which only meant he was nervous about something. Tattooed fingers picking up the phone and holding it up to his ear as he watched J mirror his own actions and Kiyoharu could only chuckle softly into the receiver at how on edge J seemed around him. “I never thought I’d scare the shit out of you, Jun. Especially with a damn bullet proof glass between us.”
Fingers digging into the back pocket of his uniform and setting the carton of cigarettes and lighter on the small counter in front of him and removing a cigarette from the small carton as he placed it between his lips and leaned back into the chair waiting for the other to calm himself and speak up with what the hell has him so nervous. The only thing he could figure was
J was nervous of getting caught and thrown in jail for being affiliated with the Yakuza, but they would have done it already if they wanted too. His hand cupping around his cigarette as he lit the cancer stick and inhaled. Fingers wrapping around the tan filter and pulling the cylinder cigarette away from his lips and exhaling as eyes lazily watched the lucid smoke trail up into the ceiling before he turned his attention back to J with a raised eyebrow. “You know we only have fifteen minutes. As much as I love seeing your beautiful face I’d prefer some damn words coming out through this receiver.” Leaning back in his chair and growing a little frustrated. Hell, Riku would have given him some entertainment by now.
Watching through the glass and he could see lips moving, but no words coming out and leaning out of his seat and narrowing his eyes as if he was trying to read lips, but he watched the lips move again and yet he didn’t hear a damn thing through the receiver. “Damnit, J be a man and speak the hell up.”
The younger man on the other side of the glass who had been fidgeting the whole time in his chair trying to find the words to tell his best friend his parents were killed and yet he couldn’t find the words. He didn’t want to be the barrier of bad news again not to Kiyoharu, not again. He didn’t want to tell him the last of his kin was killed, but he couldn’t keep it from him. Kiyoharu would find out somehow or some way. He always did and it was better he heard it from him then a stranger.
“Kiyoharu…” Trailing off and the sudden bang of Kiyoharu hitting the glass in annoyance to show his time was going to end and he was getting frustrated jolted him out. Standing up from the chair and head bent down as the hair fell into his face and somehow he managed to find what nerve he had left to speak up and almost bracing himself for the man’s reactions. “They’re dead.” For a moment J kept his eyes down to the counter before he heard the clicking noise on the other line looking up to see Kiyoharu getting up and exiting without another word which J seemed thankful for at the moment. He didn’t know how the hell to tell Kiyoharu that his own
Don had agreed to what Kirito had ask of, but Atsushi was willing to give it all away to make a profit and he didn’t give a second thought about his right hand man’s feelings. Taking a small breath and slowly hanging up the receiver on his side hearing the metal door open for Kiyoharu and he didn’t turn his back to watch Kiyoharu exit instead he walked towards his exit without a second glance.
Kiyoharu not having a chance to let the information sink into his mind at what he had been told and to come terms to it instead he was being dragged off to a familiar closed off room. Not realizing he had left his cigarette from earlier in the visitation room, but for some reason he knew a cigarette couldn’t help him now and not even a damn line of coke could help him forget and deny the pain. Not a single damn thing as he felt old wounds opening once more. After all these damn years he had managed to hide the wound in his heart, but after so long of holding it inside he could feel himself slipping off the deep end and he was reaching his breaking point like he did years ago. Narrowing his eyes at that thought, but the slamming of the cell door bought him back to the room he was physically sitting in at the moment and guessing a trip down memory lane would have to wait.
“I see no cigarettes today Mori. Finally quitting?” A smug smirk on Riku’s lips as he slammed the familiar bulk file down in front of the two taking a seat across from Kiyoharu and frowning in respond when he received no respond from the other. “Cat got your damn tongue or did you finally learn how to respect me!” Nothing. Not a word. The small blonde crossing his arms over his chest in annoyance and the one day he was prepared for the asshole he goes and changes his damn game plan. He wanted to scream at the older man and rip his hair out with how much the other frustrated him to no end and yet he was still working on his case. Taking a deep breath and about to speak before finally the older man cut him off and spoke up instead.
“Just let me go back to my cell. I’m not in the damn mood to deal with your sorry ass or anyone’s for that matter.”
Riku narrowing his eyes and feeling somewhat offended Kiyoharu had the nerve to group him with the rest of everyone else. All the damn time he spent with him too and he was being grouped with the rest of them? The blonde feeling a little angry at that especially when no one else had to deal with such a pompous asshole.
The blonde cop looking up to see Kiyoharu still had his head down and if it was one thing Riku hated more than being teased by the damn asshole it was being ignored. Slamming the fold shut and staying quiet for a moment before he huffed in annoyance and tapped his foot impatiently. The silence between the two was a foreign feeling to Riku especially with such a loud ass like Kiyoharu. Riku’s knuckles curled and turning white from how tightly they were curled into his palm before he shot up from his chair moving to grab Kiyoharu by his wife beater and forcing the older man to look at him and to pay attention to him.
“Stop being a whiney bitch and start explaining why the hell you are so pissy.”
Kiyoharu’s eyes narrowing with how causal Riku had gotten and he was far from being in the mood to deal with the bitchy blonde and pushing him away from him as his shirt was released before he stood up and went towards the door. The older man slamming his curled fist against the door to signal towards the guard to let him out and away from Riku. “It’s none of your damn business. So leave me the hell alone and find someone else to bug the hell out of.”
The door opening and Riku watched in confusion as the cuffs were placed back around Kiyoharu’s tattooed wrist and confused at why Kiyoharu wasn’t in the mood to deal with him even though it was vice versa. Glancing quickly back down at the file before back at Kiyoharu and speaking up before the guards took him away. “Tell me one thing. With whatever is bothering you does it has to do anything with the Yakuza?”
Kiyoharu glancing over his shoulder and his eyes seemed darker than usual not saying a word at first before he nodded his head and was escorted out of the room leaving a confused and yet surprisingly concerned Riku. Without a second thought he grabbed the thick folder and headed back towards the police station making a bee line to Kisaki’s office.
Curiosity mixed with anger is what he blamed himself for being as bold as he entered Kisaki’s office without knocking a foolish move on anyone’s part, but Riku had to get the bottom of what the hell was up with Kiyoharu. “Kisaki, sir. I have a question about Mori.”
The taller police chief surrounded by neatly stacked paper work and glancing up to see the smaller blonde placing what he could only assume was Kiyoharu’s file down on his desk. “Go ahead, Kenji.”
Riku taking a deep breath as his nerves started to kick in and realizing who he was talking to
in such a direct tone. “Mori was acting strange today. The usual cocky arrogant self was gone today and I wanted to know if you happen to know any reason what would cause this.”
Kisaki crossing a leg over his knee and going quiet for a moment before he moved to grab the file off his desk that he received this morning and handed it over towards Riku. “This morning two bodies of an elderly couple were found out of the city in a burnt down house. It wasn’t a normal house fire, but by foul play what we believe was linked back to Kirito and Atsushi’s men. Autopsy reveals entry of several bullets into their bodies and gasoline as the cause of the start of the fire.”
The blonde cop opening the folder and grimacing silently at the burned bodies beyond recognition and he felt sorry for the older couple and wondering just how could someone in such an age group have a connection to the Yakuza. “Sir, I don’t understand how this relates to my job.”
“They were Mori’s parents.”
Riku jerking his head up at what Kisaki had said and staying quiet for a moment before he cleared his throat and tried to find the words to speak. He was disgusted and shock. First Kiyoharu’s Don set him up and now killed his parents? What type of Yakuza was this? The Yakuza he knew was all about family honor and brother ties and no brothers did such a thing to one another. The blonde opening his mouth, but closing his mouth when he realized no words was forming.
“From what we have gathered so far Atsushi is getting desperate to keep his business going and some sort of deal was made to please Kirito which involved the death of his parents. At this point time we’re not sure what business is being started, but Kirito so far seems to be taking out everything on Mori.” Hands crossing in his lap and leaning back in his chair for a moment before he straightened his posture to see the blonde was still shocked by the news. “It is a good thing for us because we can talk Mori into siding with us to bring the Yakuza down since they killed his parents and his daughter.”
“Daughter?” Riku’s eyes widening at hearing that and he was wondering just what he had missed skimming through Kiyoharu’s file, but he knew he didn’t see anything about a daughter. Was he slacking that much? No, there is no way an asshole like that could attempt to have the slightest bit off affection to have a child.
“Kenji, you have to prepare for the unexpected and not be so shocked by those things or anything with convicts. All men lead a normal life until they make one wrong decision.” Kisaki clearing his throat and knowing Riku was far from the mood from a lecture he would take any other day and instead continuing. “ Mori’s daughter three years ago was reported murdered. The mother left after birth of Aiko and from what we gather Kiyoharu took care of her since day one. Still a toddler, but the toddler didn’t have a quick death. What was concluded from the autopsy was asphyxiation to an unconscious state before being defiled in a sickening manor. We assumed the child woke up during the act and started to struggle before the men finished with a bullet to head.” Kisaki turning in his chair to grab the recent fold he had pulled earlier that day and turning back in his chair to face Riku. “Mori’s statement claimed he came home around 1:30 that night and found her body and called the police within minutes. The babysitter who was watching her is still missing and we could only assume she was thrown into a sex trade, but we do know that Kirito was affiliated in setting this up. We’re not sure the reason for such a cruel act, but we think it had to do something with a deal going wrong and Kiyoharu taking the profit as well as the client from Cuba that would be importing over six hundred billion yen of cocaine every year to Japan.”
Riku swallowing the lump in his throat and his stomach twisting into knots as he slowly digested the information. Now he knew why Kiyoharu was such a bastard. He went through all that and his daughter, Aiko…shaking his thoughts and he simply bowed grabbing the folder before exiting the room quietly still trying to digest all the information, but more than determined to bring the Yakuza down and get Kiyoharu to start talking to help him do so. He would get the older man to help him even if took every last breath in his body to get Kiyoharu to start speaking up.
~~~
Cigarette resting between his lips and legs parted as he sat on the thin futon in his cell not even inhaling around the cigarette as the filter burned the tobacco inside. His mind slowly tried to accept the fact of what had been told to him and if he could accept really accept it or not. The older man closing his eyes as he let his body fall back onto the thin mattress and keeping his eyes closed as he moved his hand to pull the cigarette from his lips and exhaled the cigarette. Eyebrows furrowed as he started thinking back to the past and struggling to open his eyes, but it was too late and he felt himself being pulled back to a night he wanted to forget.
~~~Three years ago~~~
Kiyoharu looking down at his watch realizing how damn late it was and how fast time had passed by. Cursing to himself as he ran up the steps in the apartment building knowing Aiko would still be up. He had promised her he’d be home before midnight, but he was an hour late from the damn rain that had screwed up the scheduling of a business transaction, but he made sure he didn’t go home empty handed. The bag in his hand of a small stuff animal from some show Aiko watched in the mornings and he wasn’t sure what the hell the name of the stuff animal was, but he knew for a damn fact it was the same thing he was on tv and heard every damn morning greeting him with a loud obnoxious voice.
Sure, the men made fun of him when he ran into the store before it closed, but he didn’t care. He would go to the ends of the earth and lose his pride in his job for her. His hair damp from the rain and sticking to the back of his neck as well as the bag, but the small gift was dry inside. Hell, he should have been paid for making sure not a damn drop of rain got on the damn thing. Making it to his level and when he made it to his door he saw the door broken off the latch and he immediately dropped the bag in his hands grabbing for his gun.
His heart racing a mile a minute as he kicked the door open with the barrel of the gun pointed in the apartment and his eyes frantically searching for a sign of life in the ransacked apartment. “Aiko?” Quickly and carefully walking through each room looking for the small girl and the babysitter the last thing on his mind as he saw the toddler’s bedroom and his stomach turning in knots and hoping Aiko was far from this and somewhere safe.
Kicking the door open and he dropped his gun when he saw the body on the floor and rushing over towards the girl as he picked up the limp body and cradled her towards his body. “Come on Ai, wake up, baby.” Starting to shake the body and putting his ear to her mouth looking for any damn sign of life and the small girl who was so full of life lay lifeless in his arms. His arms wrapped around her body as his own body hit the floor and back against the wall as he cradled the small girls towards his arm slowly rocking back and forth sobbing loudly into the girl’s hair. “Just wake up. Come on. Just wake up.”
The older man didn’t want to accept it. Miracles happened even with a damn bullet to someone’s head, they could survive. She couldn’t be dead. She was just a damn child. Sobs growing louder as the minutes passed and letting out a loud yell before he finally broke down sobbing into the Aiko’s lifeless body begging for some sign.
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The older man’s eyes opening when he felt his eyes stinging and sitting up and fingers wiping them away before anyone could see the man’s weakness. Kiyoharu taking a long drag from his cigarette only to let his eyes wonder to see Hakuei standing in the corner with his hand on his hip and not saying a word as he moved to sit down beside Kiyoharu moving to take the cigarette away from him.
Long slender tattooed sleeved arms wrapping around Kiyoharu and pulling the older man into his body for a hug, not saying a word at first and moments passing and Kiyoharu already knew Hakuei knew. A few minutes passing and pulling away from the taller knowing the rare moments like that would go unspoken between those two. A silent pact that had been like that since day one, but no words was never spoken because they both knew when words were needed and when they weren’t.
Kiyoharu taking the cigarette back and taking a deep breath as he composed himself forcing that cocky smile back on his lips as he turned his back away from Hakuei. “I’m getting the hell out of the Yakuza and I’m going to get back at every last damn one of them.” Kiyoharu turning his head over his shoulder and looking at Hakuei with a smile that masked a thousand unspoken words that no one would probably ever know. “Enter by blood and I’m going to exit the Yakuza with blood. The only way an honorable Yakuza member leaves and this time Atsushi won’t stop me from getting revenge.” Exiting the cell and leaving Hakuei there who hadn’t said a word.
The taller man knew there was no changing Kiyoharu’s mind and he wouldn’t stop him if anything he would do anything and everything to help Kiyoharu in any way he can because even the devil himself has his weak moments because no man not even the devil is born without emotions and they all break down at one point and show the other side of them. Even a Yakuza member.