My new family: a Heisei Kumi fanfic (4/16)
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.
Previous Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3
"Uno, Aniki, why're they all here?"
"We're bored, and this looks entertaining." Ryutaro said bluntly, from where he was sitting cross-legged at the foot of Chinen's chair.
"Well, they can be of help too...what kind of style do you think would be best for the brat?" Yamada asked the room in general from his spot on the couch.
"Well, why not show him his options..." Inoo said, giggling a bit as he did so.
"Good idea. Takaki, if you would..." Chinen decided, gesturing to Keito, and Keito found that his 'training' seemed to have become more of a group affair. Takaki nodded, and stood up, walking toward Keito, adopting an immediate air about him that suggested an intimate interest in the younger boy. He reached Keito and bowed, taking his hand and kissing it gently. The older boy straightened up, and gave Keito a smoldering look.
"Hello."
Keito knew he was red, and he didn't trust himself to speak, knowing he would flounder with the words.
"Why don't you come sit with me, I know I want to learn more about that beautiful face." Takaki said, slipping an arm around Keito’s waist, and giving Keito a smile and a wink. Then, suddenly, Yuto burst out laughing, and Takaki's little spell was broken.
"What the hell?!"
Takaki turned to Yuto, and lunged, almost punching him in the face. Yuto dodged it easily, and said
"Don't pick fights with your senpai～"
"Hold on, hold on!" Yamada said, grabbing Takaki's arm, forcing the older boy to look at him.
"Yuto's not laughing at you, you were marvelous. It was the way you melted the brat into putty that was amusing, ne?" He asked the room in general. They all nodded, Inoo bursting out in giggles. Keito was extremely embarrassed.
"How about the rest of us use me as the girl, so the brat can watch?"
Yamada offered, and they all nodded, Takaki flopping down in his seat, and nodding to Inoo.
"Your turn." Inoo smiled, and ran up to his room, returning with a daisy. He swooped down next to Yamada in one fluid motion, offering the flower delicately.
"For you."
Yamada smiled, and took the flower, batting his eyelashes a bit, and tucking a strand of hair behind his ear in a shy, feminine way.
"You would make my day if you would allow me to take a delicate flower like you out to lunch." Inoo continued. When Yamada gave him a tentative glance, obviously on the verge of disagreeing, he added
"I want to take you to my favorite cafe, and play my favorite piece for you."
Yamada gave an amazingly convincing look of confusion.
"Piece?"
"On the piano. I'm a pianist."
Yamada gave a shy nod, and an eager smile, and Inoo's show ended.
"Who's next?"
One by one they all went, Ryutaro 'accidentally' running into Yamada, and shyly stuttering and blushing, and offering to buy him lunch to apologize. Yuto asked if Yamada would please go out on a date with him, saying that although he doesn't have much money, and was busy working to provide for his four brothers and sisters, he thought Yamada was beautiful, and would be faithful, and treat him well. On Yamada's turn Yamada helped Yuto when the boy tripped and fell, gathering the things he had dropped and helping him up, insisting that he could carry Yuto's things to his destination, a perfect act of chivalry. Even Chinen went, playing the character of the adorable, naive boy that confronts the girl, asking her why she makes him feel this way, it's not fair! Pouting in such a cute way Takaki couldn't help but run over and hug him.
Keito was surprised by their willingness to put on their little performances, and how well the boys pulled them off. All were amazing actors. During Chinen's performance Hikaru came home, standing in the doorway until it was finished.
"Hikaru, we're showing the brat how we reel our targets in. You should show him too." Inoo said, as Chinen sat back in his seat, a scheming smile on his face. Hikaru gave Inoo a stare, and turned toward Keito, walking toward him. Scared, Keito found himself backing away, but he tripped over the couch and fell to the floor. Suddenly, Hikaru's body was on top of his, pinning him to the floor.
"I need you to be with me." He whispered, their faces an inch apart and closed that gap, giving Keito a long, strong kiss. Then, as soon as he was there, he was gone, standing up and after a quick "There." for Inoo he left the room, climbing the stairs. Keito was still on the ground, the ghost of Hikaru's lips still lingering on his own, his head spinning, and he felt his body shaking. He pulled himself up to a sitting position, and felt himself beginning to cry. The room was in a surprised silence. Yamada looked over the edge of the couch, and at the sight of Keito's tears, he sent a harsh glare Inoo's way.
"What the hell, you bastard?!" Yamada said, sounding genuinely upset on Keito's behalf. Keito ran, hiding himself in his closet, where he allowed himself to cry openly. He didn't understand. He didn't understand why he was crying. He didn't understand why Hikaru had kissed him. He didn't understand what he was supposed to do now. He must have been there for a while, because after a good amount of time voices were heard from the other side of the door.
"What would you have done?" Yuto was saying.
"It's not like Hikaru's a bad kisser, or is really ugly or something." Takaki's voice replied.
"I know, but..." Yuto sighed. "...I think that was his first one."
There was a silence.
"Oh." They fell into the silence once more.
"What was Inoo thinking?" Takaki said, and there was the sound of someone sitting down on Yuto's bed.
"He didn't know Hikaru-kun would do that. Hikaru doesn't talk about his swindles, and I've never seen him when he's out doing a job..." Yuto countered.
"Why would Hikaru..?"
"I don't know...he didn't like Keito, but I thought he was warming up to the kid for a bit. He told me Keito was a good doctor. But that is not how Hikaru shows his affection. Do you think he hates the brat?"
"Hates him?" Yuto considered it.
"Maybe. It's been hard to tell what he's thinking, since-" Yuto cut himself short. "then."
"That’s been a couple of years now, you know..."
"Do you think the brat can do it?" Takaki asked, changing the topic.
"I dunno. He's not very...confident in himself."
"Well, he's got the looks for it; I'm surprised no one’s hit on him yet...what about you Yuto?"
"Huh?"
"You attracted to the kid?" Takaki asked, his voice implying something.
"No. He's not my type. I prefer guys with tattoos, and passion, and angelic eyes that pierce your soul..." Yuto’s voice got steadily quieter as the description of his ideal boyfriend got longer, until it faded out completely.
"Uh huh." Takaki sounded skeptical. "Daiki is gonna kill you."
"Fuck you." Yuto snarled, suddenly hostile.
Keito had been practically holding his breath the whole time the two were talking, but this had caught him by surprise, and he gasped. He mentally scolded himself, sure they would discover him, and beat him up for listening to their conversation.
"I'm gonna go find Inoo, we're gonna practice fighting outside. Wanna come? We could grab Ryu probably." Takaki said, and Yuto must have nodded, because there were sounds of two pairs of feet leaving the room, the door shutting behind them, and Keito found himself alone once more. He stayed in the closet for another half an hour or so, until he thought it safe to leave, creeping out of the room, and down the hall, until the sound of people arguing in another room stopped him. After a second he realized it was Yabu, the boy confronting someone, angry. Hikaru's voice responded to Yabu's yelling quietly, and Keito slunk away, not wanting to be caught and accused of eavesdropping.
He avoided everyone to the best of his ability for the next few days; the only one he couldn't hide from was Yuto, who was still insisting on teaching him how to swindle. He would drag Keito to their room almost every day for a lesson, threatening him with half-hearted little threats as he went. Yamada would often join them, he and Yuto doing demos of scenarios and giving tips. Yamada's condition continued to improve, until one day during their swindling lesson he said he was going back to work the next day. Yuto immediately objected to the idea, insisting that Yamada was not well enough yet.
"Yuto, it's all better, see?" Yamada insisted, lifting his shirt, revealing his stab wound. It was no longer open and bloody, but closed over, a brilliant purple scar shining in its place. Yuto frowned.
"Fine, do what you want."
Sure enough the next day Yamada had left by the time Keito woke up, and Yuto left soon after, obviously in a bad mood. Keito had the day to himself. Not wanting to sit around the house in the way, Keito slipped out, wandering around for a while, playing a game of billiards against himself, and at one point entering a pawn shop to look at an acoustic guitar that had caught his attention. He had had one when he was living with his father, and this one looked like it was in pretty good condition, aside from the need for a new set of strings. After checking the price and strumming it experimentally, he left, nearly running into Yamada, walking along the sidewalk next to him, a girl at his side. She said something, and Yamada blushed and laughed, catching Keito's eye quickly before he continued on past, as though he hadn't seen Keito once in his life.
Making a split second decision Keito followed behind Yamada and the girl, curious, wanting to see Yamada in action for himself. The two entered a bookstore, and Keito watched from a cafe across the street as Yamada paid for her book, and graciously held the door open for her as they left, a smile on his face, his hair cutely falling into his eyes. Keito stayed behind as the two continued on; he had seen enough. A couple of minutes later an employee from the bookstore exited the shop and approached him, handing him a slip of paper before going to the register to get himself a cup of tea. Confused, Keito looked down at the paper. It read
Brat, tell the guys I'm gonna be late for dinner please. Thanks. I'll
pay you back tomorrow. Don't ask how, it's a surprise～ (^-^)/
-Ryosuke
Surprised, Keito tucked the note into his pocket, and did as Yamada requested, Daiki looking annoyed and worried when Keito informed him that his boyfriend wouldn't be back for the dinner of octopus tempura Ryutaro was preparing. The tempura was delicious, Keito eating it alone in his corner as per usual, pondering Yamada. He had seemed so honest and sweet with that girl, it was awful, and upsetting to think he was going to use her for money, and disappear. Keito found himself getting angry with the other boys in the house. How could they do that to people?! Just use them and cast them aside like that! Didn't they have any pride? Any chivalry at all? He got himself worked up, and went to bed feeling sick.
He was woken in the night to the sound of the front door opening, and hushed voices. He got out of bed, and went to the landing to see who it was. Yamada was there, and Daiki must have waited up for him, because the two were sharing a kiss. Two boxes stood just inside the doorway, and it must have been raining because both Yamada and the boxes were soaked, dripping onto the floor.
"How was it?" Daiki said, pulling Yamada into a strong hug.
"Fine. I don't want to talk about her right now though." Yamada said, leaning in for another kiss.
"You taste like lip gloss." Daiki said, his tone annoyed, but his hands, which were slipping themselves under Yamada's shirt, lightly brushing the skin on his lower back contradicting that.
"Yamada buried his face in Daiki's shoulder, letting himself rest in Daiki's arms for a minute, before Daiki picked him up, and whispered
"You look exhausted, let's go to bed...we can take care of the chair in the morning."
Keito hurried back to his own room, and listened as Daiki climbed the stairs, and entered his own bedroom, shutting the door behind him.
Keito overslept that morning, not waking up until almost noon. He had not been able to fall asleep for a long time after Yamada had come home; instead he had lain awake in bed, waiting, wishing he could simply forget today and dream. When he finally did wake, he found himself unable to move. Ryutaro was there, sitting in his bed, watching him.
"Um...." He tried to sit up, but found that his wrists were tied to the bed.
"Why?" He asked, and Ryutaro gave him a small smirk.
"Yama-chan. He doesn't want you coming down and spoiling the surprise. I told him I'd make sure you didn't leave your room until he was ready."
Keito lifted his head, craning his neck to see the rest of his body. His ankles, knees, and torso had ropes binding him to the frame of his bunk.
"If I promise not to leave will you cut me loose?"
Ryutaro shook his head, leaning against the wall. They sat in silence for a couple of minutes, and Keito started trying to slip a wrist free, twisting it. Suddenly, Ryutaro was pinning him down, his fist pulled back, aiming at Keito’s face.
"No. Bad dog." He said, the threat obvious. Keito nodded, scared. He didn't know Ryu had such good reflexes. They went back to the silence, and that lasted for almost an hour, until Keito couldn't stand lying there any longer, struggling with his bonds once again. Sure enough, as Ryutaro had threatened, his fist connected with Keito’s face almost as soon as he began struggling. Ryutaro could pack a punch, Keito found, tears of pain coming to his eyes; the eye Ryu had hit beginning to swell almost immediately.
"I told you. No. Just wait, they'll come and get you."
Sure enough, another forty minutes later, Inoo peaked his head in.
"They're done, Ryutaro...how'd he do?" Inoo hopped on the ladder to get a look at Keito, and tutted.
"You tied him up?"
Ryu nodded.
"And...what happened to his face?!"
"He resisted."
Inoo got out a knife from his pocket, beginning to cut Keito loose.
"You're one scary teenager."
Ryutaro smirked.
"Good." The youngest boy said, jumping down from the bunk, and exiting the room.
"Let's see here..." Inoo said, helping Keito down, and examining his face.
"Ryu didn't get you too bad. You'll be fine, aside from the black eye."
Keito rushed to the bathroom, checking his face in the mirror. A dark purple bruise was developing around his eye, the skin swollen. Whatever Yamada's surprise was...it probably wasn't worth this; Keito thought to himself, as he trudged down the stairs. He reached the landing, and ran into Yamada, who had obviously been waiting for him.
"Brat, this is for you." He said, handing him, to Keito's surprise, the guitar from the pawn shop yesterday. It had been fixed up, painted a matte black and new strings had been attached.
"Wha-But...I mean...thanks."
Yamada smiled, and ruffled Keito's hair, saying
"Put some ice on that eye, and then you should try it out, okay?"
Keito nodded, and went to get himself some ice. Daiki however, beat him to it.
"Here, you bastard." The older boy said, putting it on Keito's eye a bit more forcefully than he needed to. Keito flinched as it hit his swollen flesh.
"Don't think Ryosuke being nice to you means anything. Start getting ideas, and you'll get more than a black eye, got it?!" Daiki whispered, giving Keito a glare. Keito paled and nodded, picturing what Daiki could do to him with those hands.
After Daiki's warning Keito spent the rest of the day first tuning, and then playing his new guitar. He was in the middle of a song of his own creation, called Babylon, when Chinen entered the room, plopping down on the couch, listening to him play. He immediately became self conscious, and ended the song early.
"How many do you know?" Chinen asked when the strumming stopped.
"I don't know, Kumi-cho. Lots." Keito said meekly, uncomfortable with the attention.
"Do you know Arashi?" Chinen asked, an expectant look on his face.
"U-um, yes sir. Oya-bun had lots of their sheet music at home..."
Chinen smiled.
"Good. Play some."
So Keito did. He did for over an hour, Chinen just sitting and listening, occasionally singing along or inserting a song request. At some point Ryutaro walked in, and Chinen grabbed him, forcing him to join them, and when he tried to slip away, Chinen pulled him back onto the couch, sitting in his lap with a smirk that said "I win, ha." This continued until shortly before dinner, Chinen falling asleep there on the couch in Ryutaro's arms. He and Keito sat in an awkward silence after that, neither knowing what to say, until Inoo's yell announcing that dinner was ready woke the little Kumi-cho with a start.
Keito waited for the others to get their food before getting himself some, and was heading over to his spot on the living room floor, when Hikaru leaned back and grabbed him, jerking on his arm and making him lose his balance, and fall into an empty dining chair. Keito just sat there for a minute, stunned, and disoriented, before turning to look at Hikaru, giving him a questioning glance, before standing back up again to go to eat his meal.
"Oi, brat, don't act so ungrateful, it took us forever to build that chair!" Hikaru said, forcing Keito back into it with another well placed tug.
"Yeah, it really did take you guys forever." Ryutaro said, from where he was sitting, between Chinen-who was at one head of the table-and Inoo.
"Well, it might not have taken so long if this idiot could just read Japanese correctly the first time." Takaki said, nodding toward Inoo.
"Oi!" Inoo yelled, sticking his tongue out childishly as a retort. Sarcastic, well humored banter ensued, and Keito turned to Yuto, who was seated on his left, and said
"WhatーI mean....um...?"
Yuto finished chewing, and whispered "You earned a spot at the table, brat." Before taking another bite, ignoring Keito's stuttered thanks. He looked around. They had accepted him as one of them. He was finally a part of their dysfunctional family. From across the table, the Kumi-cho caught his eye, and gave him a small nod; Keito nodded back, a grin taking over his face.
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