[fic] The Things We Can't Control - Chapter 44 ~When Life Crashes~
Title: The Things We Can't Control
Author:
prettyorianna
Pairing: Akame. Others to be added later.
Rating: NC-17.
Genre: crime drama au
Beta by: my cat Gemma. okay, seriously, nobody
Disclaimer: I don't own KAT-TUN, any of its members, any other JE 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: Two criminals with vastly different styles meet by chance one day. Can they work together or will they end up destroying each other?
Author's Note: Not as long as I wanted it to be, but on the other hand, I have a very impatient sometimes-beta needling me for a certain other scene so I'm trying to get to that and that's a present!scene. Besides, I still have to sort some more stuff out for the past plot (I have the general line but there's a gap between where this ends and the first scene I am sure exists that I have to use to get from Point A to Point B and that'll be a challenge. Best make it a new chapter... which means ending this one here.
BANNER BY DESHISORABA!!
Warning: This gets graphic often occasionally, containing at the very least foul language, character death, nefarious crimes, rape, etc etc.
The Master Posts:
On my journal - The Things We Can't Control Master Post
On the akame_ Community - The Things We Can't Control Master Post
On the akame_fanfics Community - The Things We Can't Control Master Post
On the je_kamenashi Community - The Things We Can't Control Master Post
On the kattun_fanfics Community - The Things We Can't Control Master Post
On the jin_fics Community - The Things We Can't Control Master Post
Chapter 44 ~When Life Crashes~
Kame stood over Komatsu’s body for a long time, his grip on the lamp not slackening one bit. He just kept laughing, staring down at the body. It really was funny, wasn’t it? He never would have thought he’d have it in him to just beat a man to death, no matter what he’d done. And it’s not like he had to do it. He could have left. Right?
But he was just… so, so angry. He was still angry. His whole body was shaking. Only Komatsu was now being uncooperatively dead. Hitting him more… it just wouldn’t be satisfying enough. He wouldn’t feel it, not like Kame did when he just fucked him against that cold, cold wall.
So Kame finally threw the cracked lamp post down hard at the whole bloody mess that used to be a man and snatched up his clothes. He just… he couldn’t stay. He had to get out of there and away. Far, far away.
Though, glancing back down at the lamp, he was sorely tempted to wait and see if his father was going to show up.
Despite the detachment that was starting to creep in, Kame somehow managed to throw his clothes on and snatch up Komatsu’s car keys. He’d never driven before but, well, he was covered in blood and it was such a long way home on foot.
Locking the hotel room behind him, Kame climbed into the driver’s seat of the small car. As soon as he had it out of park, he slammed on the gas and the car went peeling wildly out of the parking lot and down the road. A turn here, a turn there… the screech of the tires… barely missed the stop sign when the side of the car went up on the curb that third turn… everything was rushing by so fast but he couldn’t slow down. He had to get out of there.
He had to get out of there… another turn. Yes. This was the right road. It’d take him almost all the way home. Ten more minutes. Five more.
He would be home soon.
And then the streetlight was suddenly right there, right in front of him, coming so quickly and he couldn’t swerve fast enough and then there was the loud sound of the crash as he hit his head on the steering wheel.
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The door was standing open…
The room tilted…
The walls wouldn’t stop moving…
No, that wasn’t the wall after all…
That was the floor…
The floor… it was an interesting floor…
The floor was nice…
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Waking up on the floor only to find yourself covered in blood without being able to recall how you got home was a very unnerving thing. Even after Kame finally remembered where the blood had come from, what happened at The Club and then at the motel… he still didn’t understand how he got home.
He tried to push himself up to sit but the pain in his head intensified to the point he was suddenly retching.
Strawberry shortcake tasted much better going down than coming up.
But after a few more attempts, he was able to push himself up enough to crawl to the bathroom. He used the sink to pull himself up to stand and for a moment he lost the room but he somehow kept from passing back out.
The eyes looking back at him in the mirror were hard, judging. They screamed accusations at him. It was his fault. It was all his fault. The twins… Yassan… Subaru… who knows how many others… all arrested. He… he beat a man to death! He had been so angry but…
How could he do that?
How could he do that?
Kame sank to his knees, sobbing, repeating over and over again that he was sorry and begging for someone, anyone, to tell him it was okay. That he wasn’t a monster and that it was all a dream and that he hadn’t ruined all those lives or beat a man to death. And the thing that made it worse was, he didn’t feel bad he’d beaten Komatsu to death; he felt bad he could do that, but not that he had done it.
But no comforting voice came to reassure him…
…because he’d gotten them all arrested.
That was it. He had to get that blood off of him! All of it! He… it had to go!
Kame pulled his clothes off so fast they ripped a bit, but he didn’t care. Turning both of the water handles, he scrambled into the tub. He wasn’t sure he could stand without falling so he just sat, letting the water pound down on his back while he scrubbed and scrubbed. And then he couldn’t see any more blood but he knew it was there because he could still feel it and it just did not want to come off.
But he eventually had to admit that he wasn’t going to be able to get any more of it off since he just couldn’t see any.
Taking an experimental step, Kame found he was able to walk - albeit unsteadily - so he went to the bedroom, found some clean clothes, and then went into the kitchen. It wasn’t hard to break into the last cabinet.
At first all he noticed was a bunch of canned goods which was a bit confusing since Kame couldn’t think of a good reason to want to lock up coconut milk and beat sprouts but upon further inspection he found the cabinet had a false back. So he pulled all the cans out and then the back and that’s where he found a folder.
There wasn’t anything written on the folder at all, but inside it was a list, essentially instructing him on how to get as much of his money as he could before any accounts got frozen, what to do with it after, and a number to call from any public pay phone for a man that would be able to help him find a temporary place to rent despite his age. It said the twins could get his number from the man and contact him as soon as possible once he was in his new hidey-hole.
Really, it wasn’t complicated.
Thank goodness, because his head was still killing him. He gathered up his Snoopy and threw all of his clothes in a grocery bag and followed the directions exactly.
The twins’ contact, when Kame was finally face-to-face with him, was really scary-looking. But Kame had given him the twins’ password so he just sort of grunted and told Kame to follow him. Though the man (who refused to give Kame his name and had absolutely no interest in learning Kame’s either) had no clue how long it would be before the twins would call, he did admit it might be a while. The contact had already gotten a call from them since their arrest but before Kame had sought him out and, yes, they were being held overnight at the very least, but he neither knew nor cared past that unless there was money changing hands and would Kame please just shut the fuck up.
So Kame just shut the fuck up.
The place he was renting was a tiny one-room apartment in a very run-down building. Kame was pretty sure they were running drugs out of the building, but it wasn’t like there were a whole lot of places that would rent to a teenage boy at five a.m. The door didn’t even have a lock. Hell, it barely had a knob!
He was so very tired…
Clutching his unextended knife like a lifeline, Kame eventually cried himself to sleep on the filthy couch.
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The story continues:
Chapter 45 ~Hot or Something Like It~
A/N: Seriously, seriously hate doing this to him. Really. I feel like such a bitch, giving him happiness and then dashing it like that.
Next update is back to present!Kame but after that, in chapter 46, we'll find out more about the twins. I just need a bit of time to organize it all and get it written. But I'll worry about that after chapter 45.
I hope Kame's okay, physically I mean, with that car crash. He wasn't wearing his seatbelt and I know he couldn't have been going insanely fast (though it probably felt like it) because he was on city streets, he still hit his head pretty hard. He was unconscious for hours.
Well, another thing to worry about later.