Hubris - Chapter 4/? [The Gazette - Reita/Ruki; Reita/Aoi (one-sided); to be revealed]

Sep 05, 2010 08:12


Title: Hubris
Author: pelting_rain 
Rating: NC17
Genre: Violence | AU | Smut | Action | Romance | Slight Fluff | Angst | Slight Humour
Chapter: Chapter 4/?
Warnings: Generally Violence | Violent Reita | MxM sex | Heavy plot
Band[s]: The GazettE
Pairing[s]: Reita/Ruki | Reita/Aoi - onesided (To be revealed)
Synopsis: Reita Suzuki is the boss of Japan’s strongest Mafia organisation, the Hayato. His cruel and cold-blooded personality is challenged when he gets involved in a car accident, and ends up housing a guy who has completely lost his existing memory.
Comments: More of Reituki action (= sorry for taking so long, but here it is. (= enjoy and comment ^^

Previous Chapters:
[Chapter 3]
[Chapter 2]
[Chapter 1]
[Prologue]


                “Are you hurt?” The voice over the receiver reeked of worry, and Reita gave a small chuckle.

“You know I won’t get hurt so easily.”

Aoi scoffed, despite being hugely relieved that Reita wasn’t injured.

“Yeah, right. Remember that time when the bullet grazed your arm? Or when that motherfucker tried to stab you in the heart?”

“Aww come on, Aoi.” Reita almost whined at how bitchy Aoi could get at times, but he turned serious in a blink. “How’re things over at the headquarters?”

“Fine, business’s still business.”

“I guess as much- I can always depend on you at times like this.”

There was silence at the other end.

“Speaking of which, any other findings on that matter?”

“No, not really. I haven’t been getting news ever since I lost the guy.”

Reita wanted to probe more on the matter, but he knew better than to do so. Asking further would only intensify Aoi’s guilt, since the brunette had never really gotten over how he had failed on his task.

“Well, I guess that’s that.”

“So… how’s the guy doing?”

“Who?”

“The kid you knocked into…?”

“Oh, him. He’s doing fine, other than the shock he received last evening, he’s sticking it out pretty strong.”

“Pfft yeah, it’s a wonder someone can even live with a person like you.”

“Hey, it’s not funny!”

“Whatever. Great to know you guys are getting along fine.”

“Fine, my ass.”

Aoi almost rolled his eyes, before realizing they had spent a good five minutes on the phone.

“Yeah, I got to go, Reita. See you around.”

“Sure.”

Reita hung up and left his bedroo. Approaching the living room, he flopped down on the couch, and studied his apartment. He figured he needed to touch up the paint on that corner of the living room, and perhaps replace the cracked coffee table in front of him. His gaze eventually fell onto the sleeping blonde across him. Ruki’s expression once more was contorted with pain and misery, and Reita almost felt sympathetic.

Ruki stirred in his sleep, and his eyelids fluttered open slowly. He squinted when the blaring sunlight reached his eyes, and he tried to rub the sleep away. It took a while for him to get used to the sudden change in light intensity, and he brought his gaze to Akira. The taller blonde’s hair was styled into a Mohawk, and he was wearing that noseband again.

“Morning.”

“Morning.” Ruki muttered the word out awkwardly, finding it hard to adapt to a softer Akira. Just twenty four hours ago, Ruki had woken up in the morning to shove Akira off the bed, and now they were sending each other morning greetings as if they were some old, married couple. Ruki shivered at the thought as he sat up, stretching his sore and rigid limbs.

“Are we touring today again?”

“Nope, we’ll take a rest from it. We’re staying home today.”

Ruki raised his eyebrows at the suggestion. He’d rather spend the day patrolling the busy streets than to stay at home with a walking time bomb.

Ruki felt his head roll off the support of his arm for the eleventh time that hour; they had been watching Journey to the Center of the Earth for six times in a row- Akira’s suggestion of spending time. He could almost predict whatever the characters’ were going to say. He snuck a glance Akira’s way, only to find him dozing off on the comfortable couch as well.

The blonde woke up with a start when the loud ring of the telephone echoed through the apartment, and he stumbled carelessly into his bedroom.

“Reita?”

“Yeah.” Akira didn’t need to ask for the identity of the caller; the only ones who addressed him by his current name were only Aoi and Mafioso’s under his direct command.

“Is it okay if you come down to the headquarters for a moment or so? You’ve got visitors.”

Akira frowned at the request- Aoi wasn’t revealing much, but he agreed to anyway. He hung up swiftly, and dressed himself up in proper tuxedos. As Akira smoothened out his attire, he couldn’t help but miss the feeling of luxurious material over his thin top. As much as he disliked it, he liked the job of mafias, and especially the control they exert over others.

Akira grabbed his keys and proceeded out of his bedroom, only to face the gigantic obstacle preventing him from exiting this damned apartment.

“Where are you going?”

“I have some matters to settle… you know, with the mafias.”

Ruk’s lips formed an “o”, before diverting his attention back to the screen.

“And, one more thing. I’m telling you for the last time, don’t leave this apartment.”

Ruki nodded in acknowledgment, his face void of any emotions.

Akira’s eyebrows furrowed together, frustrated with the fact that he couldn’t read minds. He shrugged off that thought swift enough when he realized he had taken too long idling around, and he exited the apartment with a hurried slam to the door.

Ruki was left alone to himself, after Akira had left to settle several matters. Once again, he was pondering about his chances of escaping. He couldn’t forget the treatment he received previously for the mistake he made, and he wasn’t about to repeat history once more.

If he was going to escape this time, it has to be successful. Akira’ll probably be gone after about five minutes, and it’s another way to make sure the taller blonde wouldn’t return so quickly. The chances of him escaping were reasonably greater, and Ruki felt his hopes rise at the thought of the plan. And then something struck him.

Did he really want to leave?

Granted, he wanted to leave this apartment in search of himself, his past memories, or his lover. But the damned guy had provided food, water, settlement after he had lost his memories. Sure, Akira had had his fits, but does that change his personality? He was one of those cold-blooded Mafioso’s, Ruki had learnt, but he had protected him against the previous fight, hadn’t he?

Ruki was in a complete dilemma; he thought he wanted to leave, but something was preventing him from doing that. What was it? Was it his conscience? Or could it really be the heart?

Reita walked down the hallway solemnly. He knew the building by heart, and every step he took made him more homesick. The corridor was decorated with carpets and paintings of sceneries, but it was the lightings he loved most. The dim lights allowed him to relax and collect himself before fights, or any potentially fatal meetings.

“Gangsters, I’d say. They don’t seem like they belong to any of the lower classes, judging from the small number of people.”

“Highly skilled?”

“The bodyguards seemed to be, and they’ll manage even without guns.” Aoi commented, noting how confident the men in black were when they were rid of their weapons.

Reita scoffed- gangsters were a mere bunch of roses, which the thorns could easily rip them apart. Yet the feeling of fear and worry crept up swiftly- gangsters, Yakuza, they never visit. Unless they want something, and they’d stoop so low just to get it.

Reita adjusted his attire properly, while Aoi opened the door. The metal door unlocked to reveal a long table, equipped with beautifully carved designs and roses right in the middle. A guy - seemingly the boss- sat at one end of the long table, and four of his bodyguards crowded behind him. Aoi was right- they were tall and strongly built, and they could take out anyone at anytime.

A chilling smile once more graced Reita’s features. It was work now, make a mistake and you’ll lose your life. The tall blonde strolled into the room, with Aoi following close behind. The door shut behind them, and Reita proceeded to the seat at the end of the table. Flopping himself carelessly down on the chair, he resumed his favorite position- feet on the table. His polished shoe slammed down on the table, and he sat back on two legs of the chair.

The guy across him flinched at the sound, and his defenses were starting to crumble under Reita’s unnerving stare.

“So, whassup?” Reita’s voice was different from usual, deeper and more terrifying. Always inject fear into the victim before hand- the number one rule to gaining the upper hand.

“Reita Suzuki?” The voice was hoarse, and Reita assumed it belonged to a man in his fifties.

“Yeah, and you’d be?”

There was a clearing of a throat, before the guy continued.

“There is no need for you to know my name, in fact-“

“You lead a gang, don’t you?”

“Well, yeah-“

“Then shoot, what do you want?”

There was a chuckle, and it dripped with venom and danger.

“I understand that my men had offended you before, you know, at the park.”

Reita bit his lips when he realized the killers were sent by this guy.

“Uh-huh.” The blonde remained collected- the second rule to gaining the upper hand.

“And I need you to know, that the loss of six men from our side is no small matter.” The boss was starting to get conceited, his stance becoming more relaxed.

“So, what do you want?”

“Since you want to get right to the point, fine. I want repayment, and respect.”

It was Reita’s turn to chuckle, and he laughed hard at how amusing the matter was.

“Respect?” Reita spat “And why do you think you deserve it? Your man attacked me first. It’s no big surprise one has to defend himself.”

“Well, the truth is, that park was our territory.”

“That doesn’t explain the attack.”

The old man laughed aloud, and Reita’s hand came up to play with his noseband.

“I understand you mafias have your rules, but we have our regulations as well.” The boss sat straight up, both his hands placed on the table. “You’ve stepped onto our chess board, and you’ll have to play by our rules. So it’s technically our rights to attack as we want.”

Reita glanced at Aoi, and the latter nodded. They knew the old man was right- when in a foreign territory, the leader is justice.

“ Repayment’s no big deal; but respect’s out of the question.”

The old man gave another chuckle.

“That’s why Hayato should never have been handed over to you, my dear boy. Youngsters never change, do they? They do whatever they want, and they lack the responsibility.”

“The age and experience doesn’t matter, old man. I’ve got the brains, I’ve got the skills, I’ve got the cruelty. And that’s what you lack.” Reita was starting to lose patience. This was why he hated dealing with old men- they always tend to think they were superior to the youngsters, and they tend to argue a whole lot more than others.

“I’ll take that as an offense, Suzuki. But you know the drill, we’ll always have what we want.” A devious smirk dangled by the old man’s jaws, “Now, regarding the kid you had with you during that crossfire…”

Reita’s eyes widened at the mention of Ruki. It was another thing he hated with old men-they were always cunning, and a lot faster.

There was a loud bang on the door, and Ruki got up from the couch lazily. The humid weather made him sleepy, and he didn’t feel like getting his ass off the couch at all. Ruki frowned when he remembered Akira had his keys with him. Could it be Kai? The blonde felt his heart flutter at the thought of that pleasant person, but his steps grew unsure as he neared the door. There were three more loud knocks on the other side of the door, and they almost sounded impatient- dangerous.

Ruki felt his stomach churn, but shrugged unneeded thoughts off his mind. I mean, how bad can it be? His hand was on the door knob, and the fire-proof door was the only thing separating him and anything behind that door now. The sound of a click suggested the unlocking of the door, and it didn’t take seconds before the door was kicked open wide and he was flung across the floor.

The blonde grimaced in pain when a hard punch was delivered across his cheek, and his head was getting lighter by the second. There were about four to five attackers, dressed in black- the same ones he and Akira had encountered the day before. Ruki could feel warm liquid sliding down the side of his head, and he was conscious enough to tell it was blood.

Kicks were delivered from the attackers, and Ruki was outnumbered, not to mention how his defenses were useless as compared to the skilled opponents. He was held up by the collar by the attackers, and he felt the air leaving his lungs when the guy closed his fingers around Ruki’s neck. The grip tightened by the second, and he could hear laughter from his surroundings. Ruki was swiftly losing consciousness, and then everything went silent.

He couldn’t see or hear anything- everything was pitch black. In the near distant, he could hear distinct voices, one of which he was familiar with.

There was laughter and everything, and the background was noisy, almost as if it was snowing. The presence of children and couples made the Christmas warm and fuzzy to the heart, especially when he was spending the winter with him.

His thoughts were disrupted when a snowball was sent his way, hitting him on the side of the cheek.

“Tag! You’re it!”

“Aww, come on!!” He chased his lover around the field, and he felt snow sinking in into his shoes. He got tired of chasing and he flopped himself onto the snow-covered ground, staring into the cloudy skies. He felt a presence nearing him, before it landed right next to him.

“I want to spend my life with you.”

He felt a gentle kiss on his lips, before he nodded in sheer happiness.

Ruki felt consciousness returning to him, and a tear rolled down his cheeks. Another punch landed on his abdomen, and he screamed at the pain of the attack. He couldn’t understand why- or how- this was happening. Who are those guys, and who is he? He wanted to turn back time- all the way back to the life when the accident had never occurred, when he had never lost his memories, when he had his lover and the perfect life.

He felt the reality leaving him, and he was starting to lose the feeling in his body. Out of the sudden, a loud bang sounded throughout the living room, as if the door was kicked open once more, and Ruki felt himself drop to the floor as the grip around his neck loosened. His vision was still unclear, but he could feel warmth to the side of him, and he was lifted off the ground delicately.

He followed his instincts for once that day, and his lifeless hand came up to grasp the other’s jacket.

“Please don’t leave me…”

pairing: reita/aoi, fic: hubris, pairing: reita/ruki

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