[multi-chapter] Kimi wo mamoru - Ch.1/???
Title: Kimi wo mamoru (To protect you)
Author: Saana
Pairing: Sho/?? (other pairings reveiled later)
Rating: R and up (for violence and other things probably…)
Genre: yakuza!AU; action, angst, romance
Warning: possible OOCness, violence, minor character death
Disc.: this is a fanfiction, which means I’m a fan and this is fiction
Summary: He never wanted war. He did everything in his power to avoid it but he’ll be dead before he back down from the fight if they threaten him or what’s precious to him…
A/N: I planned and started writing to change the POV of Sho and the other MC (guess who?) which probably be annoying at times but after agonizing over it for some time, I decided I'll stick with it cause I think it gives a certain flavor to the story (or I'm just weird, that's totally possible😁 ) But the story is for your enjoyment too so if along the way a lot of you will complain about it, I'll re-write it, I promise
Chapter 1 - Aiba POV
“That was all for today, Masaki-kun, you can go home”
“Let me just finish putting these away, Take-san” he answered to his employer with a bright smile, indicating to the freshly washed ramen dishes.
“Alright but you don’t have to push yourself too hard, young man! It was a long day already, you need rest” the old chef said affectionately. His young part-timer was like a son to him.
“Hai!” the young man said obediently with a fond smile on his lips. It was nice to have someone concerned for him. Though he still did anything he could not to be a burden to his employer.
A few minutes later he finished straightening up the kitchen and putting away the dishes.
“I’m finished! Otsukare-sama!” he said with a wide smile, bowing his head then headed to the back-door to gather his stuff he left in the wardrobe there. “Then see you next week!” he called back to Take-san then exited the ramen shop.
Just to step into his worst nightmare…
He barely had time to see the situation he walked into mindlessly. On his right, stood four young men with raised guns, pointing at an older man with scarred face on his left. And the next second his bag fell from his hand as the scar-faced man grabbed him, using his as a shield.
‘No, no, no! This can’t be happening!’ he thought panicking. Just when he started to think that this part of his life was over… He walked straight back into it like an air-head!
“I think I refuse your generous offer, kid” Masaki heard the man behind him. “I’ll walk away and unless you want pretty face here to get hurt… Which is, we all know, you don’t want… You and your puppies stay were you are”
A barely audible gasp escaped Masaki’s lips when he felt the gun’s barrel pressed to his face. All blood left his face. He could hardly breathe, let alone move an inch. He was paralyzed by fear. His wide, scared eyes found the young man in front of him.
He had no idea who he was, where he came from or why he was there. But looking into those dark brown eyes made him breathe a little easier. Like… he’d never let anything harm him…
“It’s alright…” the man said calmly, almost gently, like they weren’t strangers standing in the middle of a battlefield. Like it was only the two of them… “I won’t let him hurt you” he promised and Masaki believed him. Then his glance slid to his captor. “Let go of him, Wakana!” he barked the order. The eyes that looked at him so gently just a moment ago were no hard and cold. It was obvious that this man was used to giving orders and having them obeyed immediately.
But Masaki’s captor - ‘Wakana’ - just laughed and all hell broke loose…
Masaki was not sure who shot first but he must have screamed. He felt to be dragged, then he stumbled when he was pushed away forcefully, he tried to re-gain his footing and find his balance but more importantly he wanted to get out of the cross-fire when…
“Ah!”
Sharp cry escaped him as white-hot pain tore his shoulder, he fell into the alley’s wall and the last thing he remembered was hitting his head to the brick wall hard before blissful darkness took him away from this nightmare…
He felt his body floating.
For a second.
Then pain hit him like a truck. It was radiating from his shoulder mostly but his throbbing head, and really, his whole body was a close second.
His pained whimper changed into a weak cry when something cold, wet touched his temple and stinging pain joined in this hateful cacophony that seemed to engulf his whole body. He kept his eyes closed but still tried to pull his head away. Yet a gently but stern hand took his jaw, holding him in place.
“Don’t move. I don’t want to hurt you but I have to take care of your injuries”
That voice… He heard that before….
Masaki forced his eyes open. It requested greater effort than it should’ve. The unknown room was swimming blurrily before his eyes but it slowly came into focus. Just as the man’s face who was hovering above him. Round eyes, plump lips, soft looking dark hair….
“You…” Masaki croaked, a frown ran over his features at the very unattractive sound that came out his throat. So he closed his lips and resolved to stare at the man silently.
When he made no other attempt to get away, the man resumed taking care of his wounds.
“Luckily, your head injury is not serious but you bumped it hard so it’ll bruise most likely and you’ll have a headache for a while. But it’s your shoulder that worries me. It will need stiches” he informed Masaki as he finished bandaging his temple.
“Sh’der?... St’ches…?” Masaki croaked again unable not to voice his confusion. He realized just then that his shirt was mostly cut off from his right side, and he was laid in a futon, covered almost up to his chest. He made another feeble attempt to get away, to cover himself with the remnants of his clothes.
“Don’t move! You’re still bleeding!” the man ordered him and Masaki immediately froze at his tone, looking sideways at him from under his bangs that fell into his eyes.
“Let me help you” he added on a much softer tone, even a faint smile appeared on those plump lips of his. “I’m trained in medicine, f that’s what worries you” he offered then waited silently, keeping his intent gaze at him.
Masaki hesitated for a moment but in the end nodded and relaxed back into the futon yet his uninjured left arm kept hugging his body as if holding up a barrier or trying to protect himself… Still, he let the other man do what he can to patch him up. After all, his head felt too fuzzy to think about ‘whys’ or ‘hows’…
“I’m really sorry you got caught up in all that…” the man murmured barely audible as he prepared his tools.
Masaki just looked at him curiously at this but remained silent. Aside from an occasional whimper of hissing from him, the room was eerily silent while his shoulder was stitched up.
“There! It’s done” the man announced with what might’ve meant to be a reassuring smile then he started to wipe away the traces of blood from his hand.
Masaki’s eyes widened when the movements caused the sleeve of the other’s yukata to slid back, uncovering the intricate tattoo decorating the man’s strong forearm. His unblinking eyes stared at the dragon surrounded with the storm of falling sakura petals.
“You’re…. Sakurai….” Masaki whispered and for the first time since he regained consciousness, he felt terror engulf him…
A/N: so here's chap.1. what do you think? I think I might be pretty typical with my pairings... sorry? well, I'm not actually, Sakuraiba IS my OTP after all 😅 anyway, I hope you like it. I'm still not sure if I'm any good with writing action and suspense, so please let me know what you think. thank you~! 😘 also, I promise the chapters will be longer later 😁
Author: Saana
Pairing: Sho/?? (other pairings reveiled later)
Rating: R and up (for violence and other things probably…)
Genre: yakuza!AU; action, angst, romance
Warning: possible OOCness, violence, minor character death
Disc.: this is a fanfiction, which means I’m a fan and this is fiction
Summary: He never wanted war. He did everything in his power to avoid it but he’ll be dead before he back down from the fight if they threaten him or what’s precious to him…
A/N: I planned and started writing to change the POV of Sho and the other MC (guess who?) which probably be annoying at times but after agonizing over it for some time, I decided I'll stick with it cause I think it gives a certain flavor to the story (or I'm just weird, that's totally possible😁 ) But the story is for your enjoyment too so if along the way a lot of you will complain about it, I'll re-write it, I promise
Chapter 1 - Aiba POV
“That was all for today, Masaki-kun, you can go home”
“Let me just finish putting these away, Take-san” he answered to his employer with a bright smile, indicating to the freshly washed ramen dishes.
“Alright but you don’t have to push yourself too hard, young man! It was a long day already, you need rest” the old chef said affectionately. His young part-timer was like a son to him.
“Hai!” the young man said obediently with a fond smile on his lips. It was nice to have someone concerned for him. Though he still did anything he could not to be a burden to his employer.
A few minutes later he finished straightening up the kitchen and putting away the dishes.
“I’m finished! Otsukare-sama!” he said with a wide smile, bowing his head then headed to the back-door to gather his stuff he left in the wardrobe there. “Then see you next week!” he called back to Take-san then exited the ramen shop.
Just to step into his worst nightmare…
He barely had time to see the situation he walked into mindlessly. On his right, stood four young men with raised guns, pointing at an older man with scarred face on his left. And the next second his bag fell from his hand as the scar-faced man grabbed him, using his as a shield.
‘No, no, no! This can’t be happening!’ he thought panicking. Just when he started to think that this part of his life was over… He walked straight back into it like an air-head!
“I think I refuse your generous offer, kid” Masaki heard the man behind him. “I’ll walk away and unless you want pretty face here to get hurt… Which is, we all know, you don’t want… You and your puppies stay were you are”
A barely audible gasp escaped Masaki’s lips when he felt the gun’s barrel pressed to his face. All blood left his face. He could hardly breathe, let alone move an inch. He was paralyzed by fear. His wide, scared eyes found the young man in front of him.
He had no idea who he was, where he came from or why he was there. But looking into those dark brown eyes made him breathe a little easier. Like… he’d never let anything harm him…
“It’s alright…” the man said calmly, almost gently, like they weren’t strangers standing in the middle of a battlefield. Like it was only the two of them… “I won’t let him hurt you” he promised and Masaki believed him. Then his glance slid to his captor. “Let go of him, Wakana!” he barked the order. The eyes that looked at him so gently just a moment ago were no hard and cold. It was obvious that this man was used to giving orders and having them obeyed immediately.
But Masaki’s captor - ‘Wakana’ - just laughed and all hell broke loose…
Masaki was not sure who shot first but he must have screamed. He felt to be dragged, then he stumbled when he was pushed away forcefully, he tried to re-gain his footing and find his balance but more importantly he wanted to get out of the cross-fire when…
“Ah!”
Sharp cry escaped him as white-hot pain tore his shoulder, he fell into the alley’s wall and the last thing he remembered was hitting his head to the brick wall hard before blissful darkness took him away from this nightmare…
He felt his body floating.
For a second.
Then pain hit him like a truck. It was radiating from his shoulder mostly but his throbbing head, and really, his whole body was a close second.
His pained whimper changed into a weak cry when something cold, wet touched his temple and stinging pain joined in this hateful cacophony that seemed to engulf his whole body. He kept his eyes closed but still tried to pull his head away. Yet a gently but stern hand took his jaw, holding him in place.
“Don’t move. I don’t want to hurt you but I have to take care of your injuries”
That voice… He heard that before….
Masaki forced his eyes open. It requested greater effort than it should’ve. The unknown room was swimming blurrily before his eyes but it slowly came into focus. Just as the man’s face who was hovering above him. Round eyes, plump lips, soft looking dark hair….
“You…” Masaki croaked, a frown ran over his features at the very unattractive sound that came out his throat. So he closed his lips and resolved to stare at the man silently.
When he made no other attempt to get away, the man resumed taking care of his wounds.
“Luckily, your head injury is not serious but you bumped it hard so it’ll bruise most likely and you’ll have a headache for a while. But it’s your shoulder that worries me. It will need stiches” he informed Masaki as he finished bandaging his temple.
“Sh’der?... St’ches…?” Masaki croaked again unable not to voice his confusion. He realized just then that his shirt was mostly cut off from his right side, and he was laid in a futon, covered almost up to his chest. He made another feeble attempt to get away, to cover himself with the remnants of his clothes.
“Don’t move! You’re still bleeding!” the man ordered him and Masaki immediately froze at his tone, looking sideways at him from under his bangs that fell into his eyes.
“Let me help you” he added on a much softer tone, even a faint smile appeared on those plump lips of his. “I’m trained in medicine, f that’s what worries you” he offered then waited silently, keeping his intent gaze at him.
Masaki hesitated for a moment but in the end nodded and relaxed back into the futon yet his uninjured left arm kept hugging his body as if holding up a barrier or trying to protect himself… Still, he let the other man do what he can to patch him up. After all, his head felt too fuzzy to think about ‘whys’ or ‘hows’…
“I’m really sorry you got caught up in all that…” the man murmured barely audible as he prepared his tools.
Masaki just looked at him curiously at this but remained silent. Aside from an occasional whimper of hissing from him, the room was eerily silent while his shoulder was stitched up.
“There! It’s done” the man announced with what might’ve meant to be a reassuring smile then he started to wipe away the traces of blood from his hand.
Masaki’s eyes widened when the movements caused the sleeve of the other’s yukata to slid back, uncovering the intricate tattoo decorating the man’s strong forearm. His unblinking eyes stared at the dragon surrounded with the storm of falling sakura petals.
“You’re…. Sakurai….” Masaki whispered and for the first time since he regained consciousness, he felt terror engulf him…
A/N: so here's chap.1. what do you think? I think I might be pretty typical with my pairings... sorry? well, I'm not actually, Sakuraiba IS my OTP after all 😅 anyway, I hope you like it. I'm still not sure if I'm any good with writing action and suspense, so please let me know what you think. thank you~! 😘 also, I promise the chapters will be longer later 😁