My new family: a Heisei Kumi fanfic (16/16)
Author: ryosukekoibito
Pairing: Keito/Shoon, with some side Ariyama, Chiitaro, onesidedYamada/Kamiki, onesided Hikato
Rating: R, for violence and dark themes
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...
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Suddenly, the front door opened, and everyone tensed up, Ryutaro turning on the person and throwing the knife he kept on his person at all times. The knife was caught by the handle deftly; and Shoon peeked out from behind the door.
"Bad time?" He asked; closing the knife and tossing it back to Ryutaro. Everyone visibly relaxed. Keito felt a wave of happiness upon seeing ShoonーHIS Shoonー he couldn't help but smile when he thought of that.
"I heard the Wakaba talk about a raid tonight; thought I'd help. If that's okay." He turned and looked at Chinen, asking permission. Chii nodded, and Shoon gave him a small bow of thanks, and everyone dismissed themselves. Shoon immediately went over to Keito, giving him a hug.
"How're you? You look...something happened, didn't it?" The young lawyer said, pulling back and examining Keito's face. Keito nodded, going over to the couch and flopping down. Shoon put an arm over Keito's shoulders, and when no one was looking, he kissed him on the cheek.
"What? Something with Yamada, right? He looked awful."
"He...told us about what...happened...with Kamiki." Keito said, glancing at Shoon. He looked shocked.
"He told you?!"
"You already know?!" Keito asked, back, just as shocked. Shoon nodded.
"I was the one that found him all tied up, when we raided them. I pretended to think that he was one of them, so that taking him out of there would be justified...It was obvious what had happened to him; if you had seen him then... But I promised him I'd keep it a secret. I never thought he'd tell anyone."
Suddenly, Shoon shifted, laying steadied out on the couch, and placing his head in Keito's lap. Keito blushed.
"Ne, are you nervous about the raid tonight?" Shoon asked suddenly. Keito looked down at him, and nodded slightly. It was true. As soon as Chinen had mentioned the possibility of a raid, the inside of his stomach twisted inside of him, and dread took hold. Someone was going to get dreadfully hurt in a couple of hours. It was inescapable.
"Come here, let me tell you something..." Shoon said, and Keito leaned in, ready for Shoon's message. Instead, Shoon suddenly propped himself up on his elbows, pushing his lips to Keito's in their second kiss. He stayed there for a long time. When he finally pulled away, affection glowed warmly in his eyes.
"It's going to be okay, Keito. I'll protect you." He paused. "I'll protect everyone."
He shut his eyes, and pulled one of Keito's hands toward his hair, inviting him to play with it. Keito did; entwining his fingers delicately, running them through the silky locks. Eventually, Shoon's breathing shallowed, and a peace fell across his face that Keito recognized as sleep. Keito sat there silently, watching him. He was so beautiful. All 170cm of him spoke of a traditional beauty, an inner strength and peace. Keito felt a little breathless. No longer than forty-five minutes later, Shoon was awake once more, and he apologized for dozing off on Keito like that. Shortly afterwards they all ate dinner, which was much more tense than usual, not only due to the impending attack, but also due to the fact that everyone had an extra knife-or in Yamada's case, a full out katana-at their place at the table that they weren't going to use for eating. Conversation was kept to a minimum, and Yamada still looked awful; and be stared at his plate dully, barely nibbling at his meal. Afterwards they all scattered back alone, Hikaru joining Keito and Shoon on the couch, an arm slung over Keito's shoulders. Shoon didn't say anything, or give Hikaru any looks, but he did slip his hand into Keito's own, entwining their fingers, and causing Hikaru to give him a look. Daiki walked by, and when he noticed their situation, he couldn't help but smile knowingly and send a wink Keito's way. Suddenly, Hikaru asked
"Dai-chan...does that mean you two have never had sex?" He was serious, his face just slightly curious, not playful or teasing.
"Huh?" Daiki wasn't expecting the question.
"You and Yama-chan. You've been together for years. Everyone was sure you'd done it by now...but..."
"Ryosuke and I haven't ever had sex." Daiki said as though Hikaru was asking a stupid question.
"We've gone to first base. That's all. He likes to cuddle...and he'll sometimes let me slip my hands up his shirt. That's all though." Their short comrade informed them, shaking his head, before making his way up the stairs. They watched him go, Hikaru adjusting his arm around Keito's shoulders. They sat like that, quiet, listening to each other breathing, each with their own thoughts. It grew dark, and eventually, Keito fell asleep.
He woke to Inoo tapping him on the shoulder.
"I've drawn up a bit of a strategy. Kumi-cho said that everyone has to abide by it. C'mon, come see, so that you'll be prepared."
Keito followed him to the kitchen, where Inoo explained that he had split them up into four groups of two or three, and had them all cover a main area. Shoon, Takaki, Yabu, and the Kumi-cho were at the entrance, the first that the intruders would encounter. Then Daiki and Yamada were at the bottom of the stairs, covering that and the kitchen. Hikaru and Keito himself were at the top of the stairs, taking up the landing, and Inoo, Yuto, and Ryutaro were to be actually in or guarding the room containing the hostages. They were to stay at their posts, until there were either no more enemies, or they collapsed. It was simple, but it made sense. Keito thanked Inoo, and made his way up the stairs, flopping down at the top, waiting. Hikaru joined him, and they waited, nerves on end. The waiting might be worse than the actual fighting, Keito thought. The sitting around, knowing it was going to happen, and being able to do nothing was sickening. It stretched on, seemingly endless, and Keito lost track of time, until suddenly, a yell shattered the wait; and the struggle finally began.
Both he and Hikaru were on their feet in moments, unable to see the front door from their placement; unable to tell what was going on. Yamada and Daiki, at the bottom of the stairs were quickly dragged into the fight, Daiki obviously trying to fight all of the enemies at once, continuously pushing Yamada behind him, not letting his boyfriend participate. Yamada managed to escape from his shield however, and he quickly got into a sword fight with Takeru, the taller one using a shorter blade, only about a foot long. Daiki meanwhile was fighting Tomo and Katsumi, and was desperately trying to keep Kamiki away from Yamada. Keito hated having to stand there and watch, as Daiki failed at his goal. Kamiki lashed out as Yamada swung his katana at Takeru, His fist connecting with Yamada's face, sending him crashing into the stairs. Kamiki smiled a small, evil smile.
"Ryosuke; it's been a while. Have you missed me? I've missed you."
Yamada got up, swinging the katana at his tormentor, but even Keito could tell that Kamiki's words had affected him greatly. Yamada attempted to ignore him, Kamiki wasn't even attempting to get by, he was just standing there, out of reach, whispering things Keito couldn't hear. But slowly, he broke Yamada down, killing his concentration and confidence, until Takeru managed to slice a cut up the length of Yamada's arm, sending his katana crashing to the floor.
"NO! RYOSUKE!" Daiki yelled, still throwing punches, his opponents keeping him from going to his lover's side. Yamada fell to his knees, his arm limp at his side, unusable. Kamiki smiled, and he stepped forward, sending a swift kick to Yamada's ribs, knocking him properly to the ground, before crouching down himself, pinning Yamada to the floor; a crazed smirk on his face. In a desperate attempt, Daiki slammed into Katsumi, sending him sprawling into Kamiki, knocking him off of Yamada's weak form. However, in that process Katsumi's full weight managed to land on Yamada's head. When the Wakaba boy got up, he slugged Keito's brown haired housemate a few times, and Yamada didn't move, his form limp, blood coming from a split lip and a cut by his eye, that made it look almost as though the poor boy was crying fat, scarring tears of blood. When Kamiki made to get up, Daiki turned himself away from Tomo, and jumped on the other boy. Tomo, Katsumi, and Takeru all raced up the stairs, yelling for Koji and Mirai. Keito braced himself. It was his turn now.
With a small yell he launched a kick at Katsumi, sending the other boy halfway down the stairs. Takeru rushed at him, his overgrown knife ready, and Keito dodged, aiming a jab to his enemy's back. Takeru responded with a flurry of blows and jabs that Keito had to fight hard to block. He missed occasionally, and he felt the hands, and occasionally the blade, make their mark. Hikaru meanwhile had his hands full, Tomo and Miura Shohei, who had managed to slip past the four in the front room, keeping him busy. Katsumi made his way back up the stairs, and launched himself at Keito, literally jumping, and knocking him down. Stunned, Keito lay there for a second, and Katsumi took the chance to land some punches on Keito's face, before Keito managed to shove him offーallowing Takeru a clear shot at his chest. Takeru sliced, the blade whipping through Keito's flesh as though it were water. Keito couldn't help but scream. Katsumi wrestled with his arms, holding him down, and Takeru made two more crisscrossing slices down Keito's chest, before Keito managed to thrust his leg out, wrapping it around Takeru's own, sending him crashing to the floor; knocking into Hikaru as he went down. In reflex, Hikaru turned and hit, slugging Takeru in the face before he slid to the ground. Finally, Hikaru noticed Keito.
"Keito?! KEITO! NO! KEITO!" Was the last thing he heard, before he fell out of consciousness, and into the warm, quiet black void that was waiting.
He woke up to huge eyes looking down at him, tears splashing onto his face. One landed on his lips, and he licked it, tasting the salt. The sadness. Why was Shoon so sad?
"Sh-Shoon..."
Shoon quickly wiped away the tears.
"Keito. Hi. They're gone. You're on the coffee table...there's not enough room on the kitchen table. They're working on Yamada right now. He almost died...I'm keeping an eye on you right now...to make sure that you don't die."
He turned away from Keito, calling out a hurried "He's awake!!" Before giving Keito a weak smile.
"Who else...?" Keito asked, through gritted teeth and fading vision. Even breathing hurt.
"Yabu, Yuto, Daiki, Takaki, and Yamada are all half conscious. Hikaru needs stiches, but he'll be okay."
Shoon looked at him for a bit, before whispering
"It's all my fault. I told you I'd protect you...I failed...I'm sorry Keito! I'm sorry!"
No. Shoon shouldn't cry. Keito didn't want him to cry...
"Come here, let me tell you something..." Keito said softly. Shoon leaned forward, his face close to Keito's own, and with the last of his strength, Keito raised himself up, and kissed him. I love you. he tried to say it, but his body wasn't responding, and slowly he felt himself draining away, like sand slipping through fingertips, until he disappeared into the nothingness once more.
Slowly he opened his eyes, and saw...nothing. It was pitch black. He hurt like hell. His whole body binding him in painfully, cursing him...yet, he was alive. That realization was an astounding one. He lay there, in the darkness for an immeasurable amount of time, already beginning to feel exhausted, when suddenly, a light cut through his comfortable blackness. The light was accompanied by a yell, and suddenly the whole room was flooded with light, blinding him. He shut his eyes, willing the darkness to return. When he finally decided to open them again, there were ten people crowded around him, all watching him intently. He blinked; and they all broke out in relieved grins.
"Keito..."
He looked over at the person. Hikaru.
"Why didn't you tell me you had a boyfriend?" He asked, looking embarrassed, staring at his hands. Huh? What did that have to do with anything? Keito was confused.
"What?"
"Keito, I love you～" Yuto squealed, bouncing up and down, wincing with each little hop.
"How...how long? Me...I..."
Shoon sat there next to him on the bed, his own personal angel.
"You've been in a coma for almost a month. We thought...we thought you were gonna die."
"You're a... 9-point-something-ridiculously-close-to-death." Inoo informed him. Oh great.
They chattered on, reminding him of how much they meant to him. He didn't know what he'd do without any one of them. At one point, Yuto turned to him, and smiled, with the air of someone that suddenly remembered something.
"Oh yeah! Happy anniversary!"
Everyone stared at him. Seven confused "What?!"'s echoed around the room.
"Today is the one year anniversary of Keito's arrival." Yuto explained.
Wow. One year.
He smiled. One amazing year.
The first year of the rest of his life; here, with the people he loved. And he thought, as Shoon gently cupped the back of his neck, kissing him tenderly, that here was the only place in the world that he would want to be. Forever.
A/N: So....this is the last chapter! Crazy that it's over. It's strange to think about. Thank you to everyone that took time to read my fic, and thank you even more to all who commented. It means a whole lot. If you enjoyed the Heisei Kumi, please be on the look out for a couple of Oneshots that I'll be posting, they'll be kind of side stories, I guess? Side events that Keito wasn't necesarilly a part of; and I am currently working on an Ariyama spinoff that takes place before this story, with Daiki as the main character, that I'll be posting as soon as I am finished writing. Thank you once again for finding my fic worth your time; it was a joy to write; I hope it was a joy to read!