You Found Me: a Heisei Kumi Fanfic (15/19)
Author: ryosukekoibito
Pairing: Takachii, Chiitaro
Rating: R/NC-17
Warnings: Consensual sex between minors, Violence, Minor Character Death
Genre: Slice of life/Coming of age
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone. The end.
Summary: This is the story of how little Chinen Yuri grew from a young, homeless boy to the leader of a faction of a growing Yakuza group; and learned a lot about life, love, who he was, and what he wanted in the process.
A/N: So this is another instalation in my Heisei Kumi AU! You do not need to have read any of the other fics in that AU to read this one, as this one introduces the world through Chinen's eyes. If you're curious about it however, I have written 7 other fics for this AU, 3 multi-chaps, and 4 oneshots. You can find them at my Lj, their titles are: My new Family, A Kumi-cho's Duty, The Kumi-cho is...me?, Gaining Your Love, The Christmas Acquisition, Sequence of Upsets, and One of Many. Please take a look if you'd like! ALSO, if you have read some of my other Kumi fics, and are wondering where this one fits in the timeline, this one takes place a couple of months after The Christmas Acquisition, starting in the spring of 2006, and going on from there!
Previous Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14
It happened in an instant. One moment everyone was relaxed and calm, and the next they were all tense, panic and fear running through them all like an electric current. There were people bursting into their home, people Chinen didn’t recognize. As soon as the strangers crossed the threshold Takaki shoved Chinen back further into the living room, Chinen knocking into Ryutaro as Takaki grabbed one of their attackers by the front of their shirt, aiming a punch at him with a yell. It only took a few more moments before they all were swept up in the fighting, the downstairs area filling up with the bodies of unfamiliar assailants, and Chinen understood that these people were those Wakaba that the rest of them always talked about.
He braced himself, listening to the curses Ryutaro was murmuring harshly under his breath behind him as a girl barely bigger than him threw herself at him, screeching wildly. Chinen pushed himself back, arching into a handstand and kicking out with a foot, but she grabbed at it and latched on, her nails digging harshly into his ankle, and she yanked on it, pulling him off balance and toppling him to the floor. She kicked at his ribs, still holding his ankle, and he let out a yelp, kicking wildly, trying to get her to let go of him. One of his kicks connected with her ankles, tripping her, and she toppled over on him, her body connecting hard with his own. After that it was easy to flip their positions, and he grabbed her harshly by the hair, bashing her head into the floor a few times before pulling himself to his feet.
Chinen immediately felt a strong pair of arms wrap around his own, keeping him from being able to use them, and he was lifted off of his feet, pinned against someone much larger than himself. He heard a roar from behind him, and suddenly the grip slackened, and he wriggled free, spinning around to see what had happened. It was Daiki, the older boy had his arms around their enemy’s throat, his eyes wild, and the other boy had released Chinen to claw at Daiki’s arms, Chinen’s housemate not showing any sign of letting go. Chinen leaned, kicking the Wakaba guy high in the ribs, doubling him over and slugging him in the face as soon as it was at his level, the teen finally collapsing, Daiki releasing his grip on him. Daiki didn’t even acknowledge Chinen, just turning his back and throwing himself at a new enemy.
Chinen’s eyes immediately scanned the room, searching for Takaki or Ryutaro. It was hard to find anyone really. It was chaos, bodies filling the space, furniture toppled over. The sounds of bone hitting bone, bone hitting walls or the floor joined by shouts and curses, the noises combined a confusing desperate, deafening cage, making him feel rather claustrophobic. Everyone was taller than him to his frustration, and he couldn’t see over any of their heads. He quickly gave up, just diving for the closest enemy’s legs, causing the boy to tumble into the back of their couch. Chinen spun, kicking out and nailing the boy in the face with his foot, falling out of the spin and lunging, punching him in the stomach. The enemy used his closeness and kicked out, slamming his large foot into Chinen’s pelvis, sending him toppling over into someone else, the cursing underneath him a familiar sound-Ryutaro.
He rolled off of his friend, pulling himself to his feet just as their enemy attacked, and he’d expected the bigger teen to go for him, but he didn’t, instead he took advantage of Ryu’s moment of weakness, still on the ground, and he slammed a kick to the younger boy’s skull, Ryu immediately stilling. Chinen felt fear and bile mixing unpleasantly in the back of his throat, and he screamed, grabbing the guy and pulling fiercely, using his body as a means to reach his neck, and he wrapped his legs around the bastard’s throat, squeezing with his thighs, his arms wrapped around the enemy’s stomach, keeping himself in place. It wasn’t long before the man crumpled to the floor, but Chinen crumpled with him, pinned under the much larger body, now dead weight.
He was trapped, stuck under this larger boy, unable to move. He was near Ryu, nearly close enough to touch him, and he noted with much relief that the younger boy was still breathing, his chest rising and falling steadily, and Chinen felt a wave of hope rise in him that-despite the fact that he’d been knocked unconscious-Ryutaro would pull through and be okay. Throughout this Chinen struggled against the body above him, yelling and pushing, and the guy groaned, obviously beginning to come to consciousness, and Chinen panicked a bit, not liking the idea of still being stuck here under this guy when he finally woke up.
Finally, he managed to roll the guy off of him, and he spun around, his heart rising is his throat as he caught sight of Shoon going down, swarmed by Wakaba members, their strong leader’s body stained in red as he collapsed. Chinen made to go over there, wanting to see if Shoon would be okay, wanting to make those boys pay for what they had done, but he had barely taken a step before a new sound rang out, harshly silencing everything else. The sound of a gun going off. Everyone seemed to freeze, friend and foe all looking for the source of the noise. Then, Hikaru was yelling, cursing and crying, and Chinen caught sight of his tattooed housemate standing by the foot of the stairs, a man he’d never seen before standing a meter away, his eyes wild, a gun in his hand. But it wasn’t Hikaru that had been shot; it was only once Hikaru crouched down that Chinen noticed the crumpled form at Hikaru’s feet.
The man with the gun motioned for his people to go, and one by one they all filed out, Hikaru taking a step as if to attack the man, but he raised his gun, aiming it pointedly at Hikaru’s face. Chinen found himself freezing in fear as Hikaru too stilled, his fists clenched, tears already beginning to roll down his cheeks as he stood silently and let the enemy go. The man with the gun was the last to leave, emptying out the house to let Chinen and his housemates to deal with the destruction they’d left in their wake. It seemed to Chinen a complete disaster.
Hikaru was still beside himself, and he crouched over the person crumpled by the stairs, talking to them. As Chinen made to join him he scanned the room, taking into account all of his other housemates, feeling himself become upset as he looked for Takaki. Shoon and Ryutaro were both unconscious on the floor, but they were breathing visibly. Yamada was curled up on the floor, and he looked extremely disturbed, Yuto crouching over him, talking to his friend softly. Yuto had a long gash running across his forehead and down to his left ear, and he had blood running down his face, but he was on his feet, and he didn’t seem to be paying his injury any mind.
Yabu was in a heap by the kitchen, but as Chinen approached he started pulling himself to his feet, one shoulder at an awkward angle, obviously dislocated. He was whimpering, favoring that side of his body, and Takaki came out of the kitchen to help him, pulling him to his feet. Daiki and Inoo meanwhile, were covered in blood right by the front door, their legs tangled in those of the dining chairs, their already bruised and battered forms now sporting new areas swelling. Chinen couldn’t tell if they were conscious or not, his housemates leaned up against one another, their eyes most of the way closed, heads hung in fatigue. All of this was taken in quickly, one sweep of Chinen’s eyes as he made his way over to where Hikaru was visibly panicking, and as soon as Chinen got over to his housemate he understood why.
It was Taiyo. He was on his back at the foot of the stairs, his legs propped up, bent at the knee, and his face was scrunched up in pain, his breathing shallow. Hikaru had one hand on their tall housemate’s torso, right around where the bottom of his ribs were, and blood was seeping out from under Hikaru’s palm, bathing his fingertips in red. Taiyo had his face scrunched up in pain, and he was whimpering slightly, obviously trying not to panic. Chinen froze, his whole body seizing up as he took in what he was seeing. Hikaru was murmuring to Taiyo, trying to be reassuring, but tears were streaming from his eyes, dripping off of the end of his nose, and when he looked up his voice was slightly hysterical as he said
“MAYO?!” Chinen had heard a couple of the older boys call Shoon that on occasion, and he had the presence of mind to say
“He’s not…he’s unconscious.” His words had barely been spoken before Yabu made it to Taiyo’s side, and he crouched down with Hikaru, adding his left hand to Hikaru’s right, putting more pressure on Taiyo’s wound. Chinen felt sick as Hikaru glanced back over at his wounded friend, obviously terrified, even more so now that Shoon couldn’t help him, and Chinen just watched as Yabu caught Yuto’s attention, waving for him to come over and help them. Yuto immediately got to his feet, and as he passed Chinen he caught him by the arm, motioning to Yamada, who was still curled in on himself, his face carrying a haunted, tormented look on it.
“Help Yama-chan.” He muttered, obviously concerned for his friend, and Chinen nodded, grateful that he was given something to do. He made his way over to Yamada, crouching down next to him, and he reached out to touch him, but Yamada flinched away, cowering, and Chinen froze.
“Yamada, are you hurt?” He asked, trying to be patient, bewildered by the older boy’s actions. Yamada didn’t look really hurt. He had some bruises forming, his jawline swelling in one area, but he looked good compared to the majority of them. Yamada looked over at him with big, scared eyes, not really saying anything, and Chinen crossed his legs, sitting down next to him on the floor properly, and as he did so a wail of pain came from Taiyo’s direction. He looked over there on instinct.
Yuto, Takaki, Yabu, and Hikaru were all around their injured housemate, and one of them must have fetched a medical kit because they had one propped open next to him, and as Chinen watched Yuto flinched, pulling his hands away from Taiyo’s torso, and he could see that they were completely covered in blood. The boys crowded around Taiyo were all talking lowly, Chinen unable to make out the words, but their tones were all serious. Yamada too was looking that way, and Chinen figured that the stress of Taiyo’s injury couldn’t be helping the emotional state Yamada was in, so he diverted his attention, asking this time
“Yamada, what happened?” That drew his housemate’s focus, and Chinen flinched as another yell came from Taiyo’s lips, muttered curses quick to follow, but he refused to look, trying to focus on Yamada. Trying to help.
“He-he came for me. He’ll come again.” Yamada murmured. “He’s after me, he-” Yamada was visibly shaking now, and Chinen decided to drop the questioning. Yamada wasn’t making any sense, and the older boy was obviously becoming more upset.
“You’re okay now.” Chinen said, trying to remember the way Shoon had spoken to him when the Kumi-cho had comforted him after their first sparring session. Trying to recall the things their leader had said to make him feel at ease. “No one’s going to hurt you here. You’re safe.” He repeated those things, and the calmer Yamada got, the harder it became to drown out the noises coming from the group surrounding Taiyo. As Yamada grew calmer, they grew more and more frantic, their voices full of tension and grief and panic, and it filled him with a nauseating sense of dread, a choking fear clawing up his own throat that he fought to keep off of his face and out of his voice until Yamada unfurled himself and pulled himself to his feet, and they both walked over to where Taiyo was still lying by the stairs, surrounded by their housemates.
There was blood everywhere. They all had it up their arms to their elbows, smeared on their faces and their shirts, and it was pooling on the floor around their tallest housemate, saturated in what remained of his clothes-they had cut most of his shirt away, revealing his wound, a small seemingly infinitely deep hole in his chest. Chinen found himself gawking in morbid shock. Taiyo looked pale, his eyes shut, his lips blue as if from the cold, consciousness obviously gone. Yuto had his fingers buried in Taiyo’s wound, his face screwed up in concentration, and as Chinen watched he pulled them away with a triumphant squeak, a small slightly deformed piece of blood soaked metal clutched between his fingers.
“Chinen, can you grab me the gauze?” Yabu asked, and Chinen tore his eyes away and went to the medical supplies kit, digging around for a few moments before pulling away with the item he’d been asked to retrieve in his hands. But when he turned back to his housemates he could tell that something had changed in those moments. Something wasn’t right; Takaki, who had been squatting by Taiyo’s neck-one hand monitoring their companion’s pulse-was shaking his head, tears running down his cheeks, and a choked sob fell from his lips. The rest of them were completely still, before Hikaru said in a small voice
“No…no.” He had a hand on Taiyo’s chest, and he put the other one next to Takaki’s, searching desperately for a sign of life. Yuto let out a choked wail, his fingers closing into a fist around the bullet he’d just dug out from his friend’s body, and his sobs were quickly joined by those of Yabu and Takaki. Hikaru meanwhile, wasn’t giving up. He checked Taiyo’s eyes to see if they dilated in the light, and he leaned in, hoping to feel breath on his cheek. But he too was already crying, and after a minute of increasingly frantic searching for signs of life he wrapped his arms around Taiyo’s shoulders, pulling his body to his chest as he cried, his tears accompanied by the harsh wails of grief already spilling from his companions lips.
Chinen’s vision was distorted by tears, and he knew he was contributing to the awful sounds of distress filling the air, but the horrible noise came from deep inside of him, and it seemed the only way he could express his pain. He’d never in his life felt any emotion as strongly as he felt right now, and it was a truly horrid thing; this suffocating mix of shock, pain, and sadness. He sought Takaki out, clinging to the older boy, and Takaki wrapped him fiercely in his arms, as if he could shield Chinen from the pain that was hitting them all. As if there was some escape from the harsh reality that had overwhelmed them. As if he clung to Chinen strongly enough, Taiyo would open his eyes again. But no amount of clinging, or crying, or wailing changed the harsh fact that Taiyo was dead.
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