Impossible Renegade - 4/? - Hakuei / Tora
Title:Impossible Renegade - Uragirimono Dekimasen
Author: wane_of_undoing and cookie_duck90
Genre: Drama, Romance, Angst, AU, Suspense, Thriller,
Rating: R - NC-17
Warnings: Gore, Language (cursing, but not every other sentence sort), Blood, Sex, Torture, Heavy Violence
Bands: Penicillin, Alice Nine, the GazettE
Pairing: Hakuei / Tora (main), Tora / Hakuei (main), Ruki / Reita (side), Saga / Tora, Shou / Tora, Shou / Hakuei
Chapter:4/? (in progress)
Disclaimer: Don’t own them or anything affiliated with them..
Summary: Years after the collapse of the world’s infrastructure, one power and one defiant remain in a devastated Japan, dueling for territory and resources. The Haken no Honshu, formerly organized yakuza, rule with an iron fist while the Hankougi, a coalition of resistance groups, survives on the fringes of the newly formed barbaric society. When Tora, the deadly Hankougi assassin, is captured in a failed infiltration of a Honshu camp, the only friend he seems to have left is the Honshu physician, Dr. Hakuei. Through weeks of abuse and torment, Hakuei keeps Tora alive, forming a bond between them that surpasses the boundaries of factions, something deeper than friendship. With their separate causes at their backs, emotion and human connection in this harsh world calling from ahead, Tora and Hakuei face far more than the odds to survive, let alone preserving their relationship.
A/N:A roleplay between Cookie and wane_of_undoing! Please enjoy~ Comments are most awesomely loved, and the best comments may, or may not deserve an illustration ;3 Also, apologies for any typos/crazy grammar issues. We proofread it somewhat...
Effectively, the Hangouki rebel did not see the practitioner for another four days, and lo and behold, said man was stepping through the threshold of the door on the fifth day. Tora, for one, was happy that someone besides the buffoon who did not possess the brains to understand that the ebony could not raise his head very far just to reach a spoonful of food or the water glass would hopefully be feeding him. No welcome back came from the assassin’s lips but his eyes alighted towards the man the moment he heard his voice.
“Ah, yes, Mister Tora,” the doctor said, smirking at the rebel who was in rather the same position he'd left him. Checking a little clipboard with all the status updates on his 'patient' over the last few days, he nodded and walked over to his cart to get a small flashlight. “How are you feeling today, hm? Aches and pains? Fever? Lightheadedness or vertigo?”
Flashing the light in and out of each eye, Hakuei determined that the pupils were properly responsive, a good sign. The vaccinations should have made him feel a bit hot and nauseated at first, but faded by now. The notes indicated as such, but current patient information was always more accurate. Well, when they wanted to help their doctors, that was.
“You'll begin your...let's call them 'lessons', with Oyabun-sama today,” Hakuei said with an almost sad smile. He did feel bad for the man, even if he was the so-called 'enemy'. The Honshu leader was a cruel man, not a believer in mercy, only results. He would be hurting in more ways than one after today.
As glad as Tora was to see the doctor, he wasn’t missing out on the doctor’s snide questions which the man promptly ignored. He was somewhat stiff, that was all, from lying in the same position for nearly days on end with only breaks to do business in the bathroom. Any quick movements had been quickly put to a stop to by the guards. After a routine check of his physicality, Hakuei was informing him of… “lessons with the Oyabun” the Hankougi member had no doubt his interrogation was about to start, and with said head of the Honshu. Just his damn luck, or maybe it wasn’t luck at all. He had himself to blame for that.
Into the room came a grunt with another medical cart, this one laden with a full American breakfast. Hearty pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausage, and even hash browns. Hakuei had gotten his medical degree and done his residency abroad before all hell broke loose and he'd grown fond of the entirely unhealthy fried breakfast that the Americans were so proud of. It made for one helluva meal, even if it clogged arteries.
“Call this my one act of kindness,” He said, taking out a small key and setting it into a lock below the table Tora was splayed out on. Two more men came in and held down the rebel's arms and legs while the locks came out of place and he was moved into a sitting position in a chair that had been dragged in as well. The comfy chair was outfitted with locking mechanisms as well, keeping the man's hands and feet firmly in place. He would still be fed, just not in such an uncomfortable way.
The scent of heavy, oily food struck the gunner olfactory senses-the sort that paved the perfect road to a heart attack. Hakuei unlocked him… along with two orderlies that had come in to keep a tight hold on the assassin’s limbs. Funny thing about the more experienced, the less they struggled, hoarding their energy for the perfect window of opportunity. To most, it probably looked like the prisoner had lost all hope. Nope, not at all.
When all the others left, Hakuei pulled up a small fold-out chair for himself and started parceling out two plates of food, one for himself and one for Tora. Taking one bite of the pancakes himself, closing his eyes to savor the wonderful taste of the food. Smiling at Tora, he shrugged and licked the fork clean of syrup. “See? Not poisoned. It's probably the last meal you'll have for a while, so...savor it, eh?”
Locked into a sitting position, Tora sighed, watching with a raised brow at Hakuei dishing out the greasy Western food. A last meal? He had to wonder why the doctor was displaying such a show of compassion. Oh well, take it while he could. The gunner let himself be fed the over-filling meal. Well, energy and calories were still just that and he was in no position to choose. Watching the other man enjoyed the food was oddly enough for the ebony himself. Wasn’t going to see another pleasant expression in a long time he figured.
Sober and feeling a little more human than usual, Hakuei scooped up a forkful of pancake and offered it kindly to Tora. “It's good. Homemade, yanno?”
“You made it?” he asked conversationally, now knowing his next coming hours would probably be filled with self-imposed silence.
“Made it? No, no, I don't really...cook,” Hakuei said with a laugh, knowing he shouldn't really be engaging in pleasant conversation with the prisoner, but figuring it made no difference at this point. Another forkful of food to Tora's mouth, some syrup dripping down his chin. Hakuei was hesitant to wipe the sticky substance off of the other by hand. He could very well be bitten and that was only fun when the lights were out.
“Um...Can I trust you not to bite me if I get that?” He asked cautiously, wetting a napkin and raising it close the Tora's face, but not close enough just yet.
Tora let the doctor feed him, feeling childish still. He almost laughed at the man’s hesitation to wipe the syrup dribbling past his chin, afraid to come too close to him as if he’d bite him (literally perhaps.) The gunner nodded, concealing his smile and let the other man wipe clean his chin and lips.
The awkward silence thereafter was a little hard to ignore with all the clanking of the forks on plates and small munching noises. Hakuei needed to break it up, already spending too much time in rooms full of people being entirely silent most of the day. After another bite of food, He spoke up, cutting several pieces more to feed to Tora once he'd answered him, “What I asked you before...How you got caught by Kyo...I was asking seriously. Your reputation precedes you, Tora. You're not the sloppy type. Exactly how did someone so careless as Kyo manage to bring you in without more than a few wounds?”
When asked how he got caught by the Honshu bastard Kyo… the assassin only shrugged, not bothering to answer the question with an even longer explanation. How did he get caught? For one, he hadn’t been fighting the man, more intent on getting away. And secondly, Kyo had come in at the last dregs of the battle. No matter what, Tora was human, and humans had an energy level, no matter how high, there always would be a limit, and he had been quite close to his after surviving the rather one-sided battle.
“How interesting that you have nothing to say, Tora-chan...”
The cool voice of the Oyabun cut through the room, his small form at the doorway, “I see you've wooed Hakuei-hakase into bringing you his favorite foods. You two must be good friends, hm?”
The deep cool voice of the Oyabun that Tora had made sure to remember resonated down the hall from just past the entrance even as he strode towards them. The Hankougi assassin narrowed his eyes at the man’s approach slightly, immediately on the defensive. What else was there to do when cornered in enemy territory? Better be on the defensive to wait for a chance to take the offensive. Any stratagem book in war or combat could tell you that.
Hakuei gulped, setting down the fork on Tora's plate and turning to the smaller man. He bowed in his seat, shorter than the other for once it seemed. “His diet prior to this was insufficient for the healing he needed to do. I thought it best that he have one good meal before...you begin, Oyabun-sama.”
The short leader chuckled, his deep voice resonating off of the empty walls in an eerie echo. “Fair enough, Hakuei-hakase. I appreciate your attentive nature towards our guest, however I must ask that you finish your meal alone this morning. Tora-chan and I have business to attend to...Don't we?”
Shooting Tora an apologetic look, Hakuei began to pack up breakfast and his medical tray, pulling them beside him as he started to leave. The Oyabun's hand caught the medical tray, however, and he smiled at the doctor.
“Leave that one.”
With a nod, the doctor was gone, sweet-smelling breakfast and all. He wasn't hungry by the time he got to his room.
The short man, now that the gunner got a good look at him, sent Hakuei away, the ebony caught on to that pitying look of the man as he left. He didn't need his damn pity. Unsurprisingly, the head of the Honshu kept the medical crash cart. What had been originally used to heal was about to turn against him. The operative said nothing, gold-tinged hazel eyes staring straight at the man as he assessed possible strengths and weaknesses, keeping his posture as relaxed and controlled as he could manage in the upright position they had locked him in. Those eyes did not scare the man, not at all. Surprised, yes, scared no. Tora definitely had an advantage in height.
Now was just waiting for the right moment to make his break away…