My new Family: a Heisei Kumi fanifc (1/16)
Author: ryosukekoibito
Pairing: Keito-centric, with some side Ariyama, and more pairings to come
Rating: PG-13, for some scenes of violence ^-^
Genre: A little bit of everything, except smut. No smut, sorry~
Disclaimer: They all own each other. I own nothing~
Summary: Johnny Kitagawa head of the Kitagawa Yakuza Group, dies. Yes, he's dead. Now, Okamoto Kenichi takes over, and forces his son, Okamoto Keito into the Heisei Kumi, a subunit of the group; to learn and make himself a proper yakuza. Poor Keito didn't know what he was getting himself into...
A/N: I haven't updated in months and months. Sorry! I have been working on this multichap...I don't like posting until I'm most of the way finished with a fic. I've never tried anything like this, and I'm not very confident in it, so please tell me what you think! Thank you.
It was a day of grief for the Kitagawa Yakuza Group. Their leader, Johnny Kitagawa, had passed away. The funeral was amazing; all of his connections, as well as almost everyone from every kumi was there. The funeral was a long one, and it was extravagant. Rumor indicated that apparently, the next head was Okamoto Kenichi, the current Kanbu. After the service, Okamoto Kenichi sought out one of the leaders of these kumis-Chinen- to ask a favor.
Chinen was a young man so cute newbies often thought he was a girl, with his big eyes and high voice. When he found him, he was gathering his kumi, preparing to go; but they stopped when he approached, and bowed immediately.
"Greetings, Kashira." Chinen said, raising his head.
"Greetings, Chinen-san." Okamoto replied.
"How are things in the Heisei kumi?"
"We get by." The tiny boy replied. Okamoto nodded, a small smile on his face.
"Chinen-san, I have a favor to ask." Of course, a 'favor' from Kashira, was in actuality, an order.
"This is my son, Keito." He turned to the young man standing next to him.
"Introduce yourself."
He bowed, and said in a meek voice
"Okamoto Keito desu."
Chinen looked the kid over. He looked weak, and timid, and was carrying a small bag. What did he have to do with their Yakuza group?
"I want you to take him with you. He is to live with you, and become part of your kumi." Chinen looked at Okamoto Kenichi, shocked.
"No! He would not be able to live our type of life!" The boy standing behind his leader said, incredulous. Chinen silenced him with a shout.
"Oi Bastard! Watch your mouth."
Furious, the kid bowed apologetically.
"Anything for the Kashira." Chinen said, bowing again as Kenichi left, leaving Keito behind. Chinen immediately gained an air about him that suggested he was going to rip someone's head off.
"C'mon, you brat. Let's go." He snarled to Keito, who bowed, and followed behind the rest of the boys, an apology written on his face.
They rode a bus to a large building that looked as though it had been abandoned years ago, where they all got off, one of the boys motioning to Keito that he should follow. From there the many people split up into two groups, a large group, and one smaller one that consisted of the Kumi-cho and eight others. Keito was about to fall into the larger group when a tall young man yelled for him to join them, saying that they didn't need the Kashira's son's blood on their hands. Keito followed behind the group until they reached a large, concrete building hidden in a maze of alleyways and shadows. One by one they entered, Keito last.
It was an amazing place. The rooms were large, and nicely decorated, with furniture that had been well taken care of, and there were even potted plants. This wasn't some dilapidated building they used for drug deals; it was their home. As soon as Keito was inside, and the door was shut, the nine other boys turned to look at him, analyzing him.
"What do we do?" One of them asked. Chinen sighed.
"Keep him." He turned to a tall, skinny boy.
"You're in charge of him. He'll be sharing your room now."
With that decided the boys dispersed, some of them taking off their ties and jackets as they went, presumably to change into more comfortable clothes. The tall boy Chinen had spoken to came up to him, and with a look, indicated that Keito was supposed to follow him.
"I'm Yuto Nakajima." Was all the boy said, leading Keito up a flight of stairs and down a hallway, to a sparsely decorated bedroom.
"The top bunk is yours, no one's used it in four years or so....we should wash the sheets. It's Takaki's turn to do the laundry; I'll just get him to do them before you go to bed, okay?" Keito nodded, and thanked Yuto. Yuto just gave him a small nod back, and asked
"Did you bring any clothes?"
"Yes, here..." Keito showed him the bag he'd been carrying over his shoulder.
"I'm gonna change out of this tux, you should too, no need to get it dirty, that'll just cost money." Yuto said, unbuttoning his shirt, and slipping it off, rummaging through a dresser for a tank top. While he was doing this, Keito noticed a tattoo on his new roommate’s chest. It consisted of four small red blood droplets running down his chest that each had a kanji symbol in them. Put together they read '中島来弥'. Keito almost asked who Nakajima Raiya was....almost. But Yuto's expression when he caught Keito staring stopped him.
"Change." Was all Yuto said, before exiting the room, shutting the door behind him. Keito stood there for a long time...what the hell had he been thrown into? Eventually, he did change, putting his own suit on a hanger in the closet, slipping on a tank top and jeans, before exiting the room. He returned to the living room, where Yuto and another boy were now playing chess. Yuto’s opponent was short, with hair dyed brown, intense eyes, and chubby cheeks. Next to him was a long samurai katana, lying nonchalantly on the couch. The boy was only wearing a pair of jeans and a small silver necklace with a minuscule skull hanging from the chain around his neck, his chest and arms impressively muscled, a tattoo in the form of a delicate looking band of sakura around his right bicep. The boy was beautiful, like a doll, and Keito found himself staring.
"YOU BASTARD!" Suddenly, there was a knife at Keito's throat, another boy in Keito's face. The boy was about a head shorter than Keito himself, with dyed hair, and bangs that were clipped up, an apron tied around his torso, and a look of fury on his face. The chess game had stopped, Yuto and his opponent turning to watch.
"What're ya looking at, eh? Ryosuke is mine, I claimed him! If you lay one finger on him, I'll cut your innards out!"
The boy Keito had been staring at, Ryosuke, stood up, laying a hand on the angry boys shoulder, using the other to take the knife out of his grip.
"Dai-chan, it's okay, calm down. Besides, if he tried anything, I could handle it. He's nothing much more than a katagi really."
With a sigh, and a protective look, Dai-chan went to the kitchen, and the sound of a refrigerator being opened was heard.
"Yama-chan, should we continue, or do you forfeit, and owe me 5,000￥?" Yuto said, gesturing to their chess game. A look of determination crossed the boys face.
"Yuto, you have never once beaten me at chess. I'm not letting that change today." He glanced over at Keito.
"Wanna let your shatei play? I betcha he's better than you are～" Ryosuke was obviously joking, a warm affectionate air about him as he teased his friend. Yuto however, glared at Keito.
"He's not my shatei." At this Yamada became serious.
"What is he then...a pet?" Yuto nodded.
"Sure. That'll work."
Chinen and another boy walked into the room, he looked very young, although taller than Yamada and Daiki, and was dressed very nicely.
"Ah, Ryutaro～ Where ya goin', all dressed up like that?"
"Date." The boy said shortly.
"Ah...Who?" Yuto asked curiously.
"None of your business Yuto." Ryu said, before smirking slightly, and adding
"Politicians niece."
"Wow..." Both Yamada and Yuto said in unison, obviously impressed.
"When're you executing?" Yamada asked.
"Already did. 5,000,000¥ today. She's a one timer I think..."
There was a yell from the kitchen.
"You'd better be back by dinner! I'm cooking today; I'll make your favorites in celebration of your success!"
"Lousy celebration!" Ryutaro said jokingly, and was walking out the door when he called "1,000¥ on Yama-chan!" and left. Keito tried to process the conversation he had just heard, not quite understanding. Yuto caught his confused look, and sighed.
"Oi, brat." Chinen said, flopping down on a chair, catching Keito’s attention. "We're akasagi. We play with people’s emotions to get their money, and Ryu-chan's finishing up a job today. It's how we manage to live...we're swindlers. Some of the boys loan money on the side though..." he sighed. "Got a problem with that?" He added on to the end of his sentence, as though Keito had objected in some way. Keito shook his head violently, denying any false accusations.
"Good."
They all fell silent, watching the chess game until, sure enough, Yuto mumbled "Damn it." and slapped 5,000¥ into Yamadas outstretched hand. Just as the game ended, Daiki called
"Dinner's ready!"
Boys from every corner of the house came running, all sitting around a large table in the kitchen. Keito watched, realizing immediately that there wasn't a seat for him. Chinen too noticed this.
"You can't have Ryutaros seat." He told Keito bluntly, motioning to the seat immediately on his left.
"Where should we put him then? We're gonna need to buy another chair..." Someone said. Chinen gave Keito a disdainful look.
"You're not a part of my kumi. You're only here because the Kashira said you were supposed to be. You'll eat in the living room. Now, get your food and go." Keito did as he was told, getting his food and retreating to the living room, sitting on the floor with his bowl on the coffee table, next to the completed chess game. He was halfway through eating his meal when Ryutaro returned, everyone immediately welcoming him back.
"So, how'd it go?" Keito heard Yuto ask as Ryutaro got himself some food.
"Fine."
"Why's Okamoto in the living room?" Ryutaro asked.
"The Kumi-cho put him in there."
"Oh."
After dinner, the boys all congregated in the living room, chatting nonchalantly. Daiki kept an eye on Keito, and pulled Yamada protectively into his lap. Yamada blushed at this display of affection. Suddenly, one of the boys got up. He was one of the older ones, with a pretty face, and brown hair.
"I'm going out. Anyone wanna come? Inoo? Yabu?" A skinny boy stood up, agreeing to go with him, and within a few minutes they were changed into nice suits and out the door, money in their pockets. Keito found his way to Yuto, and before he got a chance to ask, Yuto said
"Ne, can we just all introduce ourselves to the brat? He keeps asking who everyone is, and what they're doing. Just give him the run down. He'll be here for a while after all." Yuto glanced at Chinen, and he nodded. With that, the introductions began.
"I'm Inoo Kei." A boy began. He had black hair that was permed in loose curls, and long eyelashes, his lips formed in a natural pout.
"I'm Hikaru Yaotome." Another said, not looking up from his card game with Daiki and Yamada. This boy was tan, with dyed hair and a high voice. He had crooked teeth, and startling tattoo's tracing in zigzag patterns up his arm to his neck.
"The ones that just left were Yabu Kota and Takaki Yuya. They go clubbing often, don't be expecting to hang out with them too much." Hikaru added, his expression showing his dislike of this activity.
"I'm Ryutaro Morimoto." Ryutaro said, shortly.
"I'm Daiki Arioka." The boy that had nearly attacked Keito earlier that day said. The he added
"And I'll still kill you."
"Oi chibi, cool it." Ryutaro said, smirking. Daiki jumped up, taking off his shirt as he did so, and aimed a punch at Ryutaro’s face. Keito gasped. There, on Daiki's back was a huge tattoo of a dragon, its form twisting from his torso to the back of his neck. If Keito wasn't afraid of Daiki before, he was now. Ryu dodged the punch, and with a glare from Chinen the two sat back down.
"I'm Yamada Ryosuke...and could you pass me my katana?" Yamada said, gesturing to the sword propped up by the kitchen table. Keito hurried over, picking it up and returning it to its master.
"Thanks."
"Now, we all evenly pay the bills, and for food. Starting next week that includes you. The rest of the money you earn will be yours to keep. I don't care how you earn the money. No drugs, and no prostitution, other than that there're no rules." Chinen said, and with a glance at Daiki he added "And no murder of housemates."
"Any questions?" Yuto asked. Keito shook his head, and with that, they all went back to what they had been doing before. Hikaru won the card game he had been playing with Yamada and Daiki, and stood up, going to bed with a
"Good night."
One by one the boys went to bed, Daiki and Yamada retiring at the same time, Yuto soon to follow. When Keito looked around, and found Yuto nowhere near, he too went to bed. He found his roommate lying on his bed, lost in thought. Keito quietly changed into his pajamas, and crawled into bed, and was about to fall asleep when Yuto asked
"Brat...why'd you join? You don't seem like the type." Keito rolled over, opening his eyes.
"My father. I didn't really have a choice."
Yuto grew silent.
"I joined for revenge." He said quietly. "I was young. My little brother Raiya...was murdered by a couple of boys from the Wakaba Group. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time...I...I've gotten my revenge, and now I have a new family, here. But, I'll never forgive them for what they've done."
This explained the tattoo down Yuto's chest. His story was awful. Were the other boys stories as awful as this? Keito wondered. If they were, their violent ways and lack of acceptance of him was much more understandable. Yuto’s story put a new perspective upon their life here. He wondered if all of their tattoos had deep meanings. At some point during his wondering, he fell asleep. He was woken suddenly in the early hours of the morning by someone yelling,
"Brat! Wake up, we're being attacked!"
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