Sequence of Upsets: A Heisei Kumi Fanfic (19/23)
Author: ryosukekoibito
Pairing: Keito/Shoon (Shoto?), with some side Ariyama and Chiitaro
Rating: R, for violence and dark themes
Warnings: Character Death
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!
Previous Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18
Once the introductions were complete, Hikaru began explaining their strategy for the evening. In order to try and cover as much ground as possible in the shortest amount of time they were going to split up into five groups of three each, surrounding the building and searching for Ryutaro. He said that their goal was to cover every inch of the Wakaba's base, ensuring that if Ryu was there then he would be found. They were to meet at the edge of their territory afterward, not allowing anyone to be left behind. He cleared up any questions and then assigned their groups.
Keito was put into a group with Hikaru and Juri, and he noted that the two boys holding hands-Yugo and Jessie-were put into the same group. They were paired up with Yamada, and after the meeting was over he caught the three of them all talking, chatting amiably in the kitchen, resting their hips against the counter. Yamada was shorter than both of the boys. Keito himself was approached by Juri after the meeting ended, the younger boy greeting him with toothy smile and offering a tan hand.
"It's an honor to meet you, Prince." Keito shook Juri's hand, saying
"There's no need to call me that." Juri raised his eyebrows skeptically.
"No, I must insist!" He leaned in, lowering his voice so that no one else could hear. "It's fun!" He said, eyes twinkling. Keito smiled in amusement. This kid was a lot like Yuto. It was good. Keito was about to ask Juri a polite question about his life when Yabu came over, putting a hand on Keito's shoulder.
"Keito, let’s move Shoon up into your new room. If he's going to sleep he should sleep on a real bed." Yabu said, and Keito turned away from Juri, and together he and Yabu woke Shoon. At first he was very disoriented, but they pulled him to his feet, and Keito helped him up the stairs, settling him into the large bed that he supposed was now their own. Shoon never did fully wake up during the whole process, and aside from a few grumbles about his headache, and a few questions about where he was, he had no problem falling straight back asleep once his head hit the pillow. Keito gave him a quick kiss, brushing his bangs out of his eyes before returning back downstairs, grateful that Shoon wasn't trying to join in the preparations.
For the next few hours food was served constantly, lunch and dinner stretching into one long meal. Yabu checked over the medical supplies, sending people out to the stores to stock up on anything he felt they didn't have quite enough of. There was a weapons check as well, Yamada sharpening his katana, and showing it off a bit to some of the underling boys. Hikaru provided anyone that wanted one with a knife, and Daiki showed off his legendary tattoo. The underlings all referred to Keito as Prince, and they used Daiki's nickname with him, always calling him Dragon, and always calling Hikaru Kumi-cho. Everyone else was referred to politely by their last name or by 'Aniki'.
Slowly everyone changed into their suits, the outfits, black and white and fitted, sobered up the mood, and once everyone was ready they all stepped out into the world, weapons clutched in hands or tucked away in pockets, and the group automatically broke up into its assigned sections in preparation. Keito went up to the front with Hikaru, Juri falling into step next to him as the sun set. His stomach buzzed with a nervous energy. Juri was practically bouncing with anticipation next to him, and Keito looked to Hikaru to calm him down. His leader had his hands in his pockets as he walked, and he glanced over at Keito, looking him up and down, assessing him. He seemed to understand.
"Keito, calm down. Forget about everything that's bothering you right now. Shoon's fine, don't worry about him. You can trust Juri here to have your back. We've fought together countless times. You're not going to succeed unless you focus on the job. I'm not going to let you fucking get yourself hurt because you're not one-hundred percent committed. Ryutaro, that little bastard, might be counting on us. Don't let him down. Yeah?" Keito nodded. That was exactly what he needed to hear.
"Yeah. Thanks Kumi-cho." Hikaru nodded, and they lapsed back into silence until the Wakaba's base came into view, the huge concrete building shining in the moonlight. Juri's eyes grew wide.
"Shit!" The teenager mumbled, staring at the structure, and Keito looked over at him.
"We're taking the north-east corner." Hikaru whispered, and together they slunk through surrounding buildings, the rest of their group scattering into the night shadows. Hikaru led them around, nearly completely to the back of the building, drawing his knife from his pocket and flicking it open as they went. From off in the distance there was a yell, a ferocious roar that Keito recognized as Daiki's voice, and like ants Wakaba spilled from the compound.
They took that as their cue to attack, Keito rushing the building with Juri and Hikaru. Juri was fast, getting there first, and he kicked his first opponent hard, knocking the person down. He kept running, throwing himself at the next person. Keito stopped, bending down and punching the man Juri had kicked in the face, hearing his skull slam into the ground, satisfied when he didn't move to get back up. They made a dash for the door, Juri getting there first and yanking it open, holding it for Hikaru and Keito to pass through before going in himself.
They were in a hallway, fluorescent lights illuminating the concrete walls. Keito's eyes immediately scanned the place, looking for any people. It was strange, because despite that one man, there were no more. There was just blank hall stretching out in front of them, metal doors on either side.
"Let's go." Hikaru said. "Check them all." They burst through the first door, and it was empty, save for some metal bunk beds, two sets lined up neatly. The next three rooms were the same. Keito was beginning to grow uneasy. Not only had they not found Ryutaro, they hadn't found anyone else. Where the fuck was everyone?
"I think the stupid bastards were all drawn to the front when Daiki yelled." Hikaru offered, but as if in response to that there was a shriek from up ahead, and they turned to corner to see a tall man holding Juri, a knife to the teenagers throat. Keito froze, but Hikaru reacted, throwing his knife at the man, the blade burying itself into his thigh. Hikaru ran forward, as the man began to collapse, punching him as he went down, twisting the man's knife out of his grip and taking his own knife from his flesh, whipping it up his leg as he removed it, slicing a long gash up to the man's hip. The man screamed in pain, and Juri kicked at his head, knocking him out and silencing him.
Unfortunately, his scream alerted anyone in the vicinity to their presence, and Keito heard feet pounding down the hall coming closer. He braced himself, lunging at the first person he saw. He tackled the guy, pinning him to the wall, and he head butted his enemy, the action jarring. His opponent however, got the worse end of the deal, his skull being rammed back into the concrete wall, and Keito raised a knee, slamming it into his ribcage, taking a step back as the man doubled over to punch him, hooking him on the chin and up, knocking him out. Juri had been fighting a girl, and he shoved her, sending her stumbling Keito's direction, and he kicked out as hard as he could, slamming into her spine. Juri swung a well aimed punch at her throat, and she too went down. It seemed she had managed to hit him however, because he had a split lip. Keito turned to see Hikaru finishing off a large, overweight man, another body already at his feet.
They continued down the hall, checking rooms, but to no avail. Occasionally they'd run into an enemy or two, but for the most part they were alone. Finally, they got to the end of their hallway, and found themselves in a large room. This place, it seemed, was where any opponents were coming from. There were tens of bodies in that space, the room dimly lit, and in the mass Keito saw Yamada, his sword glinting in the lamplight as he spun and slashed. Nearby there were Jessie and Yugo, the two teenagers fighting back to back. The way they fought was unlike any Keito had ever seen. The two moved as one body, in a perfect rhythm, ducking and swaying in unison, and as Keito watched they gripped hands, using the force to switch positions, and in moments their attackers were all out of commission, and they locked eyes, nodding to each other-a confirmation that they were fine-and threw themselves seamlessly into the next group.
Keito however, was caught by surprise, Juri yelling
"Prince!" He didn't give enough warning however, a body ramming into Keito, knocking him into the wall. He felt the breath leave his body for a moment, but Hikaru pulled the man off of him, slamming him into the ground. Keito thanked him, and swung his fist, hitting another Wakaba member that had thrown himself at Hikaru, knocking the man back. He kicked out, but he missed, and the man swung at him, the knife he was holding cutting into Keito's forearm. The blade was a little dull, and it tore through his flesh, dragging at the skin and muscle. It stung, the pain sharp and biting, and Keito cursed, slugging the man in the ribs. The guy stumbled backward, into Yamada's path, and within seconds Yamada had him on the floor. Yamada looked over, catching sight of them, and he yelled
"He's here! I heard them talking-" he was cut off by an enemy that got a little too close for comfort, and he paused in his words, slashing the boy down the chest and kicking him to the floor. "Ryutaro's here somewhere!" Hope flared in Keito's chest at Yamada's words, but he was pulled back into the fighting instantaneously, and he lost track of Hikaru and Juri. He had just gotten a kid on the ground, kicking him hard in the ribs when he felt a hand on his shoulder, and he spun about, fist hard, but Hikaru blocked it, anticipating the attack.
"They've got it covered! C'mon!" Hikaru yelled, and together they fought their way to the other end of the room, and Hikaru must have already sent Juri ahead, because there were a few moaning, nearly unconscious Wakaba members already on the floor of the hallway, and Hikaru ran down to the end, turning the corner without checking any of the doors. Keito followed, taking in Hikaru's condition. He had a gash on his forehead, and although it wasn't that long, or that deep, it was bleeding quite a bit, and Hikaru brushed his bangs out of his eyes, smearing the blood down his face, getting it on his fingers. Despite the head injury, he seemed fine, and Keito was relieved.
They turned the corner and met up with Juri, the lanky teen slamming a guy's head into the wall. He'd lost his suit jacket, his white dress shirt unbuttoned and grimy, his slim, lanky form a reminder that he was still a kid that had room to grow. When he looked up and saw them however, a smile grew on his face. He let the guy fall to the floor, stepping over his limp body to greet them.
"Kumi-cho, I think we're on the right track. There've been more and more of these bastards the farther I've been, and they seem to have posts, waiting in specific locations, like they've been given orders." Juri told them, and Hikaru nodded, adjusting the grip he had on his knife. They all passed by the man on the floor, rounding another corner where sure enough a little ways down the hall there was a duo of Wakaba members standing around, waiting. These ones Keito recognized. He'd seen them countless times in battle-Sato Takeru and Miura Haruma.
Takeru spotted them first, and without hesitation he drew a small sword from his belt, and he ran at them. Keito jumped to meet him, ducking under the sweep of his blade and kicking out, catching his opponent in the knee. The kick sent Keito off balance, and he hit the floor, Takeru kicking him hard in the ribs. Pain shot though his chest, but he wrapped himself around the leg, jerking it and pulling Takeru off center. The man would have fallen but he rammed the handle of his sword into the ground to steady himself, glaring down at Keito. It was then that Juri slammed both fists down on the back of Takeru's head, Keito scrambling out of the way as the man fell.
Juri took a step, half over their opponent's body to help Keito up, but he had miscalculated how hurt the man was, and Takeru flailed his sword up, slicing a huge gash all the way up Juri's nearest leg, catching a bit on his lower arm as well. The teen yelped in shock and pain, and Keito felt a jolt of panic run through him. He scrambled to his feet as Juri began to crumple in on himself, catching the underling by his shoulder and holding him upright, slamming a foot down hard into Sato Takeru's ribs a few times, kicking his overgrown knife away.
"Shit-it hurts." Juri cursed, tears of pain leaking from his eyes as blood rushed from his lacerations, and Keito frowned. Juri needed to get out of here.
"Hikaru!" He yelled, and he looked over to see his leader still in hand to hand combat with Miura Haruma. Slowly he set Juri down, so that he was leaning his weight on the wall, instead of Keito holding him up, and he caught Miura Haruma's arms, holding him still for Hikaru to hit until the Wakaba member was bloodied and nearly unconscious. Hikaru took a deep breath, sweat and blood all over him, and he nodded to Keito appreciatively.
"Thanks." Keito disregarded Hikaru's words, instead pointing to Juri.
"We have to get him out of here." A small pool of blood was forming at Juri's feet, running down his arm and dripping from his pant leg. Hikaru nodded. He hesitated for a moment, obviously eager to move forward, not willing to give up the search for Ryutaro, but after a moment he picked up his knife from where he must have dropped it while fighting Miura and shoved it in his pocket, grabbing Juri and slinging the teen's body over his shoulder.
"Let's go." Hikaru said, and they reversed their course, backtracking. They hadn't gone far however, when they ran into Takaki, Yuto, and Shintaro. When they saw Keito's group they called out, running over. The three all seemed to be okay; Takaki's face was bruised, and Shin had a gash running along one of his collar bones, but aside from that the rest of the blood they had on them seemed to be other people's. Yuto sent Keito a questioning glance, eyes lingering on the long cut on his inner arm, but Keito nodded. He was okay. Both Takaki and Shintaro however, were hovering over Hikaru, and more specifically, Juri's form on Hikaru's shoulder.
"We were on the right track, but this little brat got himself hurt. We think Ryutaro's that way-" Hikaru jerked his thumb back the way they'd come. "-but we need to get him out of here. He needs to get back to the house." Takaki reached for Juri immediately, saying
"I'll take him." He met Hikaru's eyes. "You're stronger than me anyway. We need to send our strongest out to get Ryu." Hikaru nodded, and gently Juri was transferred into Takaki's arms. Once that task was completed, Hikaru turned to the rest of them.
"Yuto, Shintaro, come with me. Keito, I need you to go back with Takaki. He's going to be an easy target; you'll have to protect him, so that he can get Juri back home." Keito nodded. He wasn't sure he liked separating from the rest of them, he too wanted to find Ryutaro, but this was important. "Takaki, don't wait at the meeting place, just take Juri straight home." Takaki nodded, gripping the bleeding boy tight. Hikaru turned his attention to Shin and Yuto. "Let's go." Yuto put a quick, comforting hand on Keito's shoulder, and them the three of them ran off down the hallway, leaving Keito standing there with Takaki.
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