Sequence of Upsets: A Heisei Kumi Fanfic (10/23)
Author: ryosukekoibito
Pairing: Keito/Shoon (Shoto?), with some side Ariyama and Chiitaro
Rating: R, for violence and dark themes
Genre: Slice of life/Angst
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Summary: Keito has been in the Heisei Kumi for nearly 2 years now. He has a wonderful boyfriend, and he's become a strong fighter and an important member of the Kumi. Life has been good, but life as a Yakuza can never stay peaceful for long. This is a direct sequel to my first Heisei Kumi fic My New Family. This fic may be confusing if you haven't read that one, which you can find here. This fic takes place 8ish months after My New Family ends, so...yeah. I hope you like it!
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The next few days were spent very quietly. Daiki and Yamada remained unconscious. Keito never saw the Kumi-cho; Ryutaro was glued to Chinen's bedside, and he didn't leave his room except for meals. Yuto, Keito, and Inoo all took turns spending time in Daiki and Yamada's bedroom, just in case they woke. Shoon called often, but he did not come to visit, and Hikaru fell into the position of their acting leader, taking over Chinen's responsibilities, and generally looking out for everyone as best he could. He was actually doing a very good job, considering everything that had happened, Keito thought. Hikaru never spoke of the night Keito spent in his bed, or of how when Keito woke the next morning he had managed to have curled up until he was pressed flush along Keito's side. Keito figured he was embarrassed for showing such weakness, and he decided to pretend that it hadn't happened.
With all of them black and blue they mostly stayed inside, hiding their visages from the katagi, unable to swindle or do work. Yabu would occasionally go out to restock the medical kit and the pantry, and as he mostly did shark loaning and rarely swindled anyway, he still managed to pull in some cash. Keito spent most of his time with Yuto, his roommate trying to teach him how to play mahjong, roping the first two other people he could find into playing with them. Keito found that he was tremendously horrible at the game, often not grabbing tiles he needed, or forgetting important rules. Yuto thought it was funny, and he would laugh whenever Keito got flustered.
One night Keito and Yuto were sitting in the front room, putting away the game-Keito wasn't quite sure, but he thought he had managed to lose spectacularly-when all of a sudden there were loud yells coming from Chinen's office, two voices raised, heated, indistinguishable sounds making their way through the wall. Keito glanced over at Yuto, surprised, and Yuto shrugged, standing up and silently creeping around the back edge of the couch to press his ear against the door. Keito stared at his friend in disbelief. You didn't just listen in on what happened in the Kumi-cho's office; not if you didn't want a broken rib or two. After a moment he recognized the two voices doing the arguing-Takaki and Ryutaro were fighting, but what about?
His thought process was interrupted when the door to Chinen's office suddenly burst open, Yuto panicking and hiding behind the open door, his back flat against the wall. Takaki exited the Kumi-cho's office, a slight downward tilt at the corners of his mouth, his eyebrows scrunched together. He glanced back into Chinen's quarters before shutting the door behind himself and stalking off, not even noticing Yuto pressed up against the wall by the hinges.
"Hey." Keito put the last of the game away, and Yuto rounded the couch once more to join him, still looking out of sorts from the dramatic proceedings.
"What's up with Takaki?" Yuto's eyes widened, and he gasped. "That's right you don't know!" Keito just stared at him for a moment, waiting, before Yuto launched into an explanation. He leaned in, whispering loudly "Way back a long time ago, before Shoon left or....or Taiyo...ya know. Takaki and Chinen were...they were kind of a thing. Takaki is the reason Chinen joined the Kumi; he asked Shoon specially to let Chinen come stay here with us in this place. They always said they were just friends, but...." His voice dropped even lower, and Keito had to scoot closer to hear "...they had a lot of sex. Once Chinen started living with us Takaki didn't go out picking up chicks like he does now, instead he stayed here and went to bed with Chinen every night. And they were always with each other, snuggling and playing games and shit like that...kinda like Yama-chan and Daiki-not at their level or anything I guess, but you get what I'm saying. That is, until Ryutaro came." He leaned back and sighed.
"This is just my own projection, but...I think Takaki's in love with the Kumi-cho. I think he always was, it just took him a damn long time to figure out." Keito's thoughts raced, going way back to a fight, almost two years ago that Ryu and Takaki were having right here in the living room when Keito had jumped between them and gotten punched, the things they had been saying suddenly making sense. He remembered the pictures in the photo album of Chinen, smiling and laughing in Takaki's arms, then jumping forward to how Takaki had reacted to Chinen's broken body once they had found him; the way he had looked as he stood frozen in the doorway, staring down at Chinen's little form. It seemed so obvious now that Yuto had pointed it out. There were so many clues, just subtle enough that if you weren't paying attention you would miss them. Yuto sighed.
"Unfortunately for him, judging on the way Chinen is with Ryu, I don't think it's anywhere near mutual." There was a ring of finality in the statement that Keito felt just couldn't bode well for any of them.
It was Monday that time remembered them. It was a few hours after breakfast, and Keito and Inoo were together in Daiki and Yamada's bedroom, about to begin unravel the bandages from Daiki's wounds and recheck them when Yamada's eyelids fluttered just barely, the little movement causing them to freeze.
"Yamada?" Inoo's voice was tentative, and they both stared as he furrowed his eyebrows, his eyes slowly cracking open. Keito felt a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth, and relief washed over him. They all had said that it would be fine, that Yamada and Daiki would wake up. He had to remind himself that he had been knocked unconscious for longer periods of time than this but still...it was really amazingly good to have Yamada back, looking up at him.
"Hi." Keito murmured, and Yamada blinked, gathering himself, and then immediately he frowned, glaring up at them.
"Dai-chan?!" His eyes zipped around in their sockets, examining his peripherals for his boyfriend, but Keito realized Daiki was just out of his range of sight.
"He's right here. He's next to you." Yamada turned his head, wincing at the slight movement, but when he caught sight of Daiki he shifted even more, leaning forward and propping himself up on one elbow, his face screwing up in pain as he did so, but he let his eyes wash over Daiki's face, taking in the bruised cheekbones and healing cuts.
"How is he?" Yamada asked, looking up at Inoo. Inoo's fingers tugged at the wad of gauze in his hands, and it took him a moment to answer.
"He's a seven. He's got a lot of stitches, and we were really worried about infection, but he's managed to avoid any of that. Lots of internal bleeding. He hasn't woken up yet, but he...he'll be fine. He always is." Yamada frowned.
"How long have I been...?"
"A few days. It's Monday." Yamada cursed, slowly lying back down on the bed, shifting so that he and Daiki were closer together, their fingers brushing.
"What's happened? I don't...I don't really remember." Yamada asked, and Inoo frowned.
"We'll explain everything once Daiki's awake. No point in going over it with you only to do it again as soon as he's kicking." Yamada glared at Inoo from his position on the bed, visibly annoyed but too tired and weak to protest. Luckily for him he didn't have to wait long; it was right around lunch time when there was a whoop from upstairs, Yuto announcing
"He's awake!" Immediately Inoo jumped from his seat, zipping up the stairs, and Keito couldn't help but grin at his enthusiasm, and he too stood, following Inoo at a much slower pace.
When Keito entered the room Daiki's eyes were open, and he was squeezing Yamada's hand in his own. Inoo had taken a spot next to Daiki, and Daiki's other hand was wrapped around Inoo's, his bandaged forearm resting on top of the sheets.
"Dai-chan, thank god." Inoo said, and Daiki looked up at his best friend, a hint of a smile on his lips, comforting and warm.
"What happened?" He asked, growing serious, unpleasant lines across his face. The question was followed up by a glance Yamada's way. "What happened to Ryosuke? How is he?"
"I'm fine." Yamada's eyes were closed, and Keito had thought him to be asleep, but he murmured the phrase, everyone's attention shifting over to him in surprise. Yamada scrunched his face up, and his eyes fluttered open, meeting Daiki's. As soon as they locked onto each other a sense of calm washed over their two small, built figures, the muscles in their bodies relaxing, breathing almost instantly slowing down, and they adjusted the grip of their hands, so that their fingers fit perfectly. Keito felt like he was intruding on something private. Something special and pure, and he was on the verge of leaving when Yamada glanced up, catching sight of Inoo over Daiki's shoulder, and suddenly they were no longer in their little bubble anymore.
"So, are you gonna catch us up on what's happened since we've been out of it, or are we supposed to piece it together on our own?" Yamada asked, and they began filling the couple in. Neither Yamada or Daiki had much memory of the raid, and when they were told of the whole fiasco with Chinen nearly dying they both were very upset, asking a lot of questions about their young leader's health and safety. It was the revelation of Ryutaro's relationship with him however, that got the biggest response. Apparently neither Yamada or Daiki had had the slightest suspicion about any sort of romantically inclined behavior when it came to the two of them. Once the shock of the news had worn off, Daiki was frowning.
"They shouldn't have...I mean..." He paused, obviously trying to gather his thoughts. "It's not that I don't want Kumi-cho to be happy, and if Ryutaro-the snarky bastard-is what makes him happy I'm fine with that, but..." Inoo finished the sentence.
"But it wasn't handled well." Daiki nodded. To Keito's surprise Yamada and Yuto both nodded as well, hard looks on their faces. They all seemed to be on the same page, but Keito was confused.
"Um...what's the problem?" Yeah, it had been a secret, but they all had secrets. Yamada explained for all of them.
"As our leader Chinen is supposed to remain unbiased in who he assigns tasks, or who goes on a raid, and if he's..." Yamada paused, looking a little awkward. "...sleeping...with one of us I kinda think that's going to impair his judgment. I mean," he sent a mushy love filled look Daiki's direction. "it'd impair mine. And that's a fucking problem."
"Especially if no one knows to check him on it." Yuto chimed in. Keito was surprised by this turn of events. He hadn't considered that everyone else could have a problem with Chinen and Ryutaro's relationship. He'd never asked why they chose to keep it under wraps, but he figured it wasn't his place to ask. The points they were bringing up were valid concerns, he had never considered them simply because at the time he had discovered the relationship he had still been a bit of an outsider, not completely accepted and trusted by his housemates, and by the time he had reached that acceptance level he had grown comfortable with the knowledge of their romantic attachment. His housemates concerns brought up a new perspective, and he listened as they for once unified in their opinions, discussed them.
Keito spent most of the day in Daiki and Yamada's room. Nearly everyone came in some point to welcome the two of them back to the realm of consciousness, some sitting in there for hours, others simply popping their heads around the door. Yamada and Daiki both had a bit of a hard time keeping their heads up and eyes open after a while, and for short periods they would doze off, the sleep bringing calm to their bruised and swollen faces.
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