Up in Smoke: A Heisei Kumi fanfic (13/36)
Author: ryosukekoibito
Pairing: Hikato, Chiitaro, Ariyama
Rating: R/NC-17
Warnings: Graphic Violence, Minor Character Death, Strong Language
Genre: Slice of life/Angst
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone.
Summary: After months of peace an attack leaves the Heisei Kumi reeling, and when an old enemy returns to the area reclaiming that peace starts to feel impossible.
A/N: The next installment in my Heisei Kumi AU, this one starts in the last days of December 2016 and continues on into 2017. If you'd like to read the other stories in this AU, please check out my masterlist. All Heisei Kumi fics have 平成組 next to their titles, to mark them as part of the AU!
Previous Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12
“Yuto! YUTO!” Keito felt numb. His chest felt tight, barely able to breathe, feet pounding on the snow slick ground, his body moving of its own accord, no true thought given to his actions. This couldn’t be happening. Yuto couldn’t-no. Keito’s eyes were blurry with tears before he’d even reached Yuto’s side, his knees hitting the ground, skidding in the snow, sobs mangling his voice. “YUTO!” Yuto didn’t move, his body lying face down on the cold wet ground, and Keito didn’t know what to do. Couldn’t breathe. Oh god. Not-no. Then after what felt like eternity there was a grunt, and then a small whine, and he wasn’t dead. He wasn’t dead thank god. Thank god. Oh god.
There were more sounds of guns, and yelling, but Keito barely paid the noises any mind, his eyes trained on Yuto, as his friend turned his head, so that he was looking at Keito. He didn’t move to get up, barely moving at all, and Keito knew that-while Yuto wasn’t dead. Not dead, thank god. Oh god-there was still a very big chance he wasn’t going to make it out okay. He opened his mouth to speak, to say something comforting, but all that came out was a sob, and so he reached out one trembling hand, reaching out to run his hand through Yuto’s hair, trying to do something to be comforting, something that would help. Maybe. Somehow.
“Where?” He managed to squeeze the word out, his voice shaky and thick with tears. Yuto closed his eyes, letting out an exhale, tears of his own running down his cheeks, and he grunted out
“Leg.” Keito looked down, hand stilling in Yuto’s hair, and it took him a moment to see it, the snow and the darkness of night making it difficult. And even once he had, he wasn’t sure what it was he was looking at. It was Yuto’s left leg, and it was surrounded by a pool of dark blood, dyeing the snow red. He nodded, trying to say something, anything, but the words just came out sobs, and he gave up on speech, instead shuffling over to Yuto’s injury and shucking his jacket off of his shoulders, balling it up in his hands to place on the wound, leaning in close to find the entry point. He’d just found it, his hands going to the wound at once, when he heard someone yelling his own name, and he looked up to see some of their housemates running toward them, and he had the presence of mind to yell
“Help!” It was half of them, Yabu, Hikaru, Ryutaro, and Yamada. Yabu and Hikaru both had their guns out, and Keito could feel the panic rising inside of him, because what was he supposed to do now? He couldn’t fix this, he couldn’t, and Yuto was still bleeding, and-
“Shit. Fuck. God.” Hikaru lowered his gun as soon as he got close, the curses coming out of his mouth in a rush, and he glanced over at Yabu, some unspoken orders in that look. Yabu rushed to Keito’s side, hands joining Keito’s as he asked questions, asked what exactly had happened, asked Keito to talk to him, and Keito tried to focus, tried to listen, tried to explain as best he could. Yamada crouched down next to Yuto’s head, and Keito heard him asking Yuto the same questions, while Ryutaro took a gun of his own out of his waistband, leveling it back toward the Wakaba base, purpose in his face as he scanned the night. Hikaru put his cell phone up to his ear, talking low and fast. It was so much. So much, and Yuto was still bleeding, and they were in the middle of enemy territory, and he couldn’t die, he couldn’t, but Keito couldn’t save him, and oh god, oh god, no-
“Breathe. Keito, I need you to do that for me.” Yabu’s voice was stern, snapping his focus, and he tried to nod, but it came out as more of a tremble, and he shut his eyes, scrunching them closed tight, and he tried to slow his heart, tried to take deep breaths, and as he did he heard Hikaru say
“There will be an ambulance waiting for us at the edge of our territory. We just have to make it three blocks north.” Three blocks. Yuto wouldn’t make it. He couldn’t walk that far. He probably couldn’t walk at all. That thought had just registered in Keito’s mind when Yamada said
“There’s no way Yuto’s walking that.”
“Then we’ll carry him.” Yabu declared.
“Yuto? Hey, can you hear me?” Yamada sounded comforting, and Keito’s eyes snapped open, looking over to where Yamada was crouched by Yuto’s head, and Yuto must have given some sign of confirmation, because after a moment Yamada continued, his voice shaky “Do you think it would be okay if we carried you back into our territory? Hikaru’s called the doctor, they’re going to help you, but we need to get out of Wakaba territory.”
“Okay.” Yuto’s voice was rough with pain and shock, but there was determination laced in his tone, and Keito reached out, grabbing Yuto’s closest hand and giving it a squeeze, feeling some of the panic in his chest quell when Yuto squeezed back. Ryutaro lowered his gun, and together the five of them rolled Yuto over and lifted him up by his armpits and ankles. Yabu and Hikaru were on each end, while Yamada and Ryutaro worked to keep Yuto’s hips above his heart, hoping to slow the bleeding. Keito just kept pressure on the wound as best he could. It was much uglier on the other side, the exit wound an explosive mess of flesh, Yuto’s thigh a mangled bloody mass where the bullet had left his body, gaping and grotesque, the remains of his pants stuck to the flesh, the sharp tang of blood raw in the air.
They moved as fast as they could, everyone shuffling along at a fast clip, curses and muttered directions and grunts and yelps all flung between them. It felt like a lifetime. Like they weren’t going to make it, Yuto’s body mostly still, his lips blue, skin pale. Every second was more blood lost, and it was nauseating, panic so poorly contained that Keito felt he was bursting with it, splitting at the seams, tears running down his cheeks, and he had to tell himself to breathe. Keito kept an eye on Yuto’s chest the whole time they moved, watched him breathe and timed his own breaths to match, and every breath brought him a moment’s relief. And then after eternity they turned a corner and the ambulance was there, waiting for them, doors open and lights flashing.
The paramedics ran to meet them, lifting Yuto onto a stretcher, taking him out of their hands, and Keito wanted to see everything, wanted to make sure Yuto was okay, make sure that they were going to save him. The paramedics were shouting, hooking Yuto up to tubes and getting him up into the vehicle, and Keito made to follow them, to get in, but then there was a hand on his arm, holding him back, and Hikaru said
“Yabu’s going.”
“So am I.”
“No. You’re going home. You can’t do anything else for Yuto right now.” Hikaru’s voice was firm, his face lit up in the flashing red and blue of the ambulance lights, and that tone was one Keito had never argued against, but he couldn’t stay, he had to go with Yuto, had to know that Yuto was going to be okay.
“No, I just-”
“Keito, Yabu will keep us up to speed. They’re ready for him at the hospital. They will help him. They’ve already started a blood transfusion. Now what you need to do is go home, and get cleaned up so that when Yuto’s allowed visitors you can go see him. He’s strong, he’s not dying tonight.” Hikaru’s authoritative tone grew stronger with each word, as if he thought could bend Keito to his will if he just enforced his voice, but Keito’s fear broke through any chain of command, and he could feel that he was rather hysterical, but he didn’t know what else to do. He just knew he needed to do something.
“But-”
“Keito. I need you to take care of yourself. Help me right now. Come home.” Hikaru’s voice had lost all traces of authority, and he sounded like he was barely holding it together, all strength gone, and it was then that Keito finally nodded, the realization that he wasn’t behaving rationally hitting him all at once, and he fell into Hikaru’s chest as the ambulance doors closed, and it sped off into the night, taking Yuto and Yabu with it. Hikaru pulled him in tight, strong arms trembling as they wrapped around Keito’s shoulders, and Keito took a few deep shuddering breaths, willing his body to calm down, trying to pull himself together, before he pulled back, Hikaru taking his hand, and not letting go as Ryutaro and Yamada fell in next to them, and the four of them walked home in silence, the snow swirling around their bloodstained bodies.
When they walked in the front door they were greeted with the sight of Daiki and Inoo attempting to carry an unconscious Takaki up the stairs, the sight rather ridiculous. All three of them had already been patched up, Takaki had a thick bandage around his head, with matching ones around one of his legs and across his chest. Daiki was wrapped in bandages all up his chest and over his right shoulder, while Inoo had two black eyes, his face so swollen Keito couldn’t tell if he could see at all. Chinen was sitting in a kitchen chair, he himself nursing what looked like two black eyes of his own, as well as an ankle that was swollen up, already turning a sickly green color.
Yamada moved to help Daiki and Inoo with Takaki, while Ryutaro went to Chinen. Chinen had immediately looked over at them as soon as the door had opened, and he was frowning, questions on his lips, and as soon as Ryutaro was close enough Keito heard Chinen asking where Yabu and Yuto were. He sighed, bringing one hand up to rub at his face, but he stopped when he caught sight of his hand. It was red. Completely covered in blood, his arms both coated all the way to his elbows in Yuto’s blood, and he felt rather nauseous at the realization. He was exhausted, and he knew that once he sat down he wouldn’t get back up, so he walked himself over to the sink and began scrubbing at his arms, trying not to think about Yuto’s mangled thigh.
“Keito.” Hikaru’s voice caught his attention, and he turned to see their leader standing behind him wearing nothing but his button down white shirt and his underwear, a first aid kit in his hand. “Everyone else has already checked in with me. I want to take a look at you. And...I need you to fix me up.” Hikaru twisted his leg so Keito could get a look at a long nasty looking cut that ran down his left calf. Keito nodded, and Hikaru nodded back, waving for Keito to follow him. They walked past where Ryutaro and Chinen were both sitting at the kitchen table, Ryutaro icing his wrist while Chinen was icing his ankle, into Hikaru’s office.
Hikaru led Keito over to the Kumi-cho’s chair, before pushing Keito down into it. Keito blinked up at him in surprise, but he hadn’t even managed to start to ask if it was really okay for him to sit there before Hikaru’s lips were on his. The kiss was gentle, light and tender, and when it ended Hikaru crouched down, so that he was sitting on his heels and looking up at Keito, and he said
“Yuto is going to be okay. I promise.” Keito hadn’t realized just how much he’d needed to hear those words until they’d left Hikaru’s lips, his whole body sagging with relief. Hikaru reached up, grabbing his hand, and he gave it a squeeze, Keito squeezing back, his fingers twisting in Hikaru’s. He could feel the tears coming again, and he said
“I’m sorry I’m such a little bitch.” Hikaru shook his head, and Keito noticed that he too was tearing up. But then Hikaru stood, reaching for the first aid kit, and he pulled out some disinfectant wipes, saying
“Let me get a good look at your cheek.” Keito had almost completely forgotten about the cut he had running down the side of his face, but he turned his head obediently, pulling his hair back from his face and up into a ponytail as Hikaru started scrubbing. It stung, and Keito scrunched his face up, squeezing his eyes shut until Hikaru scolded him. He held as still as possible while his boyfriend dug some butterfly bandages out of the first aid kit, placing them all along Keito’s cut, before he said “Where else are you hurt?” Keito pointed to his shoulder. It had been throbbing for over an hour, and he knew it was going to be ugly, so he gritted his teeth, waiting for the exclamations as his shirt was peeled off. He wasn’t disappointed.
“Fuck! And you let me treat your face first?! C’mon Keito.”
“Sorry.”
“No, don’t apologize, just-” Hikaru sighed, and then he leaned in, pressing another kiss to Keito’s lips. Keito kissed him back, trying to ignore the way his face sparked with pain as he tried to deepen the kiss, but Hikaru pulled away, treating Keito to a look that let him know that Hikaru understood just exactly how much that hurt, before he got to work on Keito’s shoulder. Keito hunched forward, unable to see just what it was that Hikaru was doing to him, trying to ignore the pain and focus on something else. He wondered when they’d be allowed to go see Yuto, when Yabu would call to update them on his condition, and he voiced those thoughts to Hikaru, who promised that Yabu would get in touch as soon as there was any news. He seemed confident, and that confidence was comforting.
“Now you fix me.” Hikaru declared, after wrapping Keito’s right shoulder up in gauze, and Keito nodded, leaning in to kiss Hikaru again as he got to his feet, offering up the Kumi-cho’s chair. Hikaru didn’t take it, instead sitting down on the floor by Keito’s feet, his leg thrust out away from the rest of his body, and Keito grabbed the first aid kit from the desk, depositing it on the carpet with Hikaru before sitting down next to him, and leaning over Hikaru’s cut leg, examining it in the lamp light. It was a straight cut, and it wasn’t as deep as he’d first thought, but it was a good thirteen or so centimeters long, and Keito dug a fresh needle and a lighter out of the kit, cauterizing the needle and getting to work.
Hikaru watched, not reacting as Keito stitched him up, although he did smile a little when Keito hissed and grimaced every time he started a new stitch. Keito had apologized once before about his noises, but Hikaru had waved him off, telling him that he found them cute, and Keito had stopped trying to repress them ever since. The cut didn’t take long to get cleaned up, and it was Hikaru’s only major injury, the rest of it just bruises. Keito too was bruised, his torso a mottled mix of purples and reds, nasty looking, his ribs rather tender. They curled up together in Hikaru’s bed, sitting up waiting for Yabu to call, exhausted but too worried about Yuto to sleep.
They talked, starting with Hikaru filling Keito in on the physical conditions of the rest of their housemates, his face scrunched up, concern in the furrow of his brow and the frown on his lips before Keito managed to steal a few more kisses from him. The physical affection seemed to relieve him of some of his stress, and Keito was glad, pressing as close as he could. Wanting more. Wanting to forget. Hikaru sighed into the kisses, noticeably holding back, and when they stopped he whined, and he was nuzzling Keito’s neck when the shrill sound of his phone going off made them both freeze.
“Shit. shit!” Hikaru exclaimed, scooping the little device off of his bed and pressing it to his ear, asking “Yabu?” Keito fell silent, eyes on Hikaru’s face, searching for any sign of Yuto’s condition, his heart pounding in his chest. “Yeah?” Pause. “Surgery?” Another pause. “How many? Okay. Okay.” Hikaru nodded, running one hand over his face. “When?” Silence. “Have they said anything about visitors? No, no don’t. Just...can you stay? They did? That’s good. Okay. Thank you. Yeah. Bye.” Hikaru hung up, the phone just barely closed before Keito asked
“Yuto? How is he?”
“Out of surgery. They have him in the ICU, and he’s not allowed visitors, but he should make it through the night just fine. They have two more surgeries scheduled for tomorrow. Yabu said that maybe tomorrow evening we can go see him. He’s going to stay there at the hospital. They’ve already patched him up and offered him a room for the night.” Keito nodded, latching onto the news that Yuto was going to make it through the night, relief hitting him like a bus. They looked at each other for a long moment, the two of them processing everything, Keito feeling much lighter now that Yuto was going to be okay, at least for now. Hikaru had a look in his eyes, one Keito couldn’t quite place, as his eyes raked over Keito’s face, and then Hikaru declared, heat and desperation in his voice
“Keito, as soon as you are physically able I want you to pin me down and fuck me so hard I forget everything that’s happened tonight.” The admission took Keito completely by surprise. He was usually the one that proposed sex out of the two of them, as while Hikaru was more creative when it came to sex, his sex drive was lower than Keito’s own. A thrill of arousal ran through him at the words, and Keito nodded, leaning in and pressing a searing kiss to Hikaru’s lips, shifting and pushing in close, stealing Hikaru’s breath from his lungs, wanting to give Hikaru something to look forward to. Hikaru clung to him, pulling Keito closer, need in his hands and his hips as Keito broke their kiss to mouth at Hikaru’s throat.
A low moan rose from Hikaru’s throat, his chest heaving, and Keito knew if this teasing was going to remain just that he needed to slow down, the aches and pains his body was feeling not eliminated by the arousal stirring in his stomach. He sighed, shutting his eyes and breathing Hikaru in for a long moment before sitting back, pushing a loose strand of hair away from his face, and Hikaru looked up at him, his arousal stark in his dark eyes, and he said
“God, you’re hot.” The comment made Keito smile, a blush rising in his cheeks, and Hikaru just ran his hands up Keito’s thighs, pulling Keito back in, Keito curling into him as Hikaru murmured, almost reverent “So fucking sexy. Every bit of you. Shit.” They touched each other for a little while longer, hands exploring bodies under the sheets, touching and teasing until some release was found. They fell asleep almost immediately after, their exhaustion taking over, Hikaru murmuring something about going to visit Yuto the following evening as Keito finally, finally fell asleep.
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