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The Prophet	By : Tcharlatan Category: > Kyo/Kaoru Views: 1201 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction. I do not personally know any of the members of Dir en grey, and do not profit from this work.

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February 14^th - 7:30 am
The elevator felt much smaller today, and the ride down to the lower floors seemed to take twice as long as usual. Kyo had dressed for comfort and in layers, feeling horribly exposed every time Kaoru looked at him. But even in baggy jeans and an oversized hooded sweatshirt, the blonde felt absolutely naked every time chocolate eyes flicked over to him, or a hand brushed lightly against his back to prompt him into movement. This was not the first time impulsive sex had caused him some awkwardness the next day, but this was on a whole new level. Die was conspicuously absent.
When the doors opened out into a too-familiar hallway with white tile flooring and heavy metal doors lining the hall, Kyo found he couldn’t make his legs move forward. Kaoru stepped forward calmly, clearly expecting to be followed. Kyo supposed he should have known he’d be taken back to interrogation now that he was conscious again, but part of him had hoped… He tried to pretend he was unaffected by the prospect, but shallow tremors were washing over his body and he was frozen in place, one hand gripping the rail in the elevator with white-knuckled force.
Realizing he was alone, Kaoru looked back, one hand holding the doors. “Come with me.”
Kyo opened his mouth to refuse, but nothing came out. He shook his head vehemently and stepped back, pressing against the elevator wall.
The elevator door chimed softly, impatiently, as Kaoru sighed and cocked his head to the side. “You’re not here for interrogation today.”
Dark gold eyes narrowed suspiciously, finding his voice. “Why the hell else would I be here?!”
“You are a bargaining chip.”
“…What the fuck does that mean?! What did you bargain me for, and to who?!”
Kaoru looked amused. ‘Such a volatile little thing.’ “Information. To meet you was a desperate man’s wish. I suspect he thought we couldn’t procure you, but still he eventually gave us what we wanted when we told him we could. It took some extra… persuasion, but a promise was made in my name, and it will be seen to.”
“To meet me?”
“Yes.”
“…I’m not… here to see Hideki?”
Kaoru’s eyes darkened. “No. He’s here, but you won’t be dealing with him again. Now come on, before we’re late.”
He held out a hand and Kyo stared at it, still pressed against the back wall. That hand was terribly familiar now, from the elegant tattoos dripping from the wrist down the back of deft fingers to the tips of carefully trimmed and tended nails. That hand had, with infinite care, soothed cuts, bruises, burns, and sprains. It caressed his hair fondly in parting, it pressed against his back in guidance, and in his vaguest memories, it brought him pleasure in the throes of passion. It was, as promised, the only kindness he had known in this place. His stomach twisted painfully, but he stepped away from the wall and allowed Kaoru’s hand to guide him once more.
The elevator doors hissed shut behind him. Kaoru’s expensive leather shoes clicked softly on the tile, his own sneakers barely made a sound. The heavy metal door of the interrogation room squeaked open and Kyo took a deep breath to steady himself before stepping inside.
The breath escaped him almost immediately. “Shit…”
Two heads snapped up to look at him. One was Hideki’s, and he found himself moving an instinctive half-step back toward the door. The other, though, gripped him by the heart and forced him to stay inside the horrible room.
Nobuo Aki was by no means an attractive man. Half of his face was a ghastly mess of twisted, melted skin with a sad nub for an ear, a weird sort of webbing over the side of his mouth, and a thick scar running through where shrapnel had taken out an eye. Hair no longer grew on that half of his head, but on the other half it was kept long and dyed dark green, strung through with a myriad of thin braids tipped with bone beads. Kyo knew of the damage to the man’s face, but hadn’t known before just how much it had damaged the rest of his body. Even now, shirtless under bright white lights it was hard to see where the scarring ended through the more recent damage from time spent with Hideki.
Kyo had always held a certain amount of respect for the Nobuo, though he knew him only through his personnel file. The man was in his mid-thirties, and had spent the last two decades in loyal service to the Terachi family, even after the botched job that mangled the left half of his body. To see the proud man now, beaten and bleeding on the cold tile floor, made his heart ache. He met the gaze of the greenhaired man’s one eye, bloodshot with pain and fear, and took an unsteady step forward.
“Nobuo…”
That one eye widened in recognition, and the reverent joy that washed over his face froze Kyo mid-step. “It’s you…the Prophet!”
Nobuo fought to pull himself to his feet, slipping more than once on the thick smear of blood he’d left of the floor, and began a torturous walk toward Kyo. One of his ankles bent at a horrible angle and he hobbled on it with obvious agony, and his skin was sickeningly pale from bloodloss. The blonde swore softly and rushed toward him, just barely managing to catch the heavier man as he fell to his knees. Hands, bloody and shaking, one heavily scarred and missing two fingers, fisted in the front of his shirt and clutched at him with a frightening desperation.
“I never thought they would bring you… never thought you were real… even when I saw the card… you know my name!”
Kyo swallowed thickly, deeply shaken by the way Nobuo was looking at him, “Of course I do. You’ve been with the family even longer than I have.”
One black eye filled with tears, looking up at Kyo pleadingly. “I’m sorry, Prophet… I told them… I told them where the boss is… I told them everything! I’m sorry! I just wanted it to end… I just… I’m sorry I almost killed you…”
The blonde shuddered and raised one hand to tuck green hair gently behind an ear, scrambling for words. In the end, all he had was what he would want to hear in the same position. “It’s okay, Nobuo. You’ve always served so well, I… I know you did your best.”
Large hands gripped the thick black fabric of Kyo‘s sweatshirt, straining the seams. Every word from the half-formed mouth seemed painful. “Toshiya told me once… he said you come to our funerals. He said you pray for… everyone that dies under your watch… will you come to my funeral? Will you pray for me?”
Dark gold eyes went soft with understanding. Nobuo believed he was dying, and Kyo wasn’t entirely sure he was wrong. It was true that Kyo attended the funerals of all Terachi family employees, and he was always one of very few mourners, if not the only one. Every month, he prayed for all those that had fallen in his three years of service, hoping their spirits rested peacefully. “I will. You won’t be alone, I swear it.”
“The boss wanted… I was supposed to blow the whole building… I couldn’t do it, there were… there were so many people, some of our people… our people… I thought if I just took the alcove… I failed… Niikura survived… Prophet… please tell the boss… I’m sorr-...”
Kyo watched, horrified, as the man slumped to the ground with a sickening thud, completely still. He didn’t know if he was unconscious or dead but with the sheer amount of blood in the room, there was really only one possible outcome in the end. Either way, the whole situation proved to be just this side of too much and he lurched out of the room quickly, gracelessly, to brace himself against the wall in the hallway, nearly ramming into Kaoru on the way.
“Are you alright?” the older man murmured, one hand resting lightly on the blonde’s back.
“I think I’m going to be sick,” Kyo whispered.
“This way.” Kaoru guided the blonde into a nearby bathroom, turning his back politely when the blonde fell to his knees in the nearest stall and promptly began to vomit.
“Boss?”
Kaoru waved Die into the room and leaned against the counter casually. “I had no idea they saw you as some kind of… religious icon.”
“They don’t!” Kyo snapped, his horrified voice echoing oddly off the porcelain, followed by a confused mumble, “At least, I didn’t think they did…”
“Most of the people we’ve spoken to from the Terachi family do. Well, not really a religious icon, but a lot of them seem to think you’re not real,” Die said. “We thought the same until we caught a couple of Terachi spies a year or so back, and they told us they act under your specific direction. You know we had to hunt down one of Kunio’s former housecleaners to get half of a description of you?”
“Is he… is Nobuo…”
Die looked to Kaoru for approval before answering, “He’s gone. They’re cleaning the room now.”
There was a long silence before the toilet flushed and Kyo shuffled out of the bathroom stall quietly, bending over the sink to rinse his face and mouth. Die looked away politely when Kaoru reached out a hand to tuck down a flyaway piece of blond hair.
“Come,” the older man beckoned. “We need to talk.”
Die held the door for Kaoru, and had to look at Kyo expectantly for a moment before the blonde realized the gesture was for him as well. He walked out quickly, but the taller man nearly ran over him when he stopped short as he saw Hideki exiting the interrogation room. Before the door could swing shut, he could see two men in sanitary suits hosing the walls and floor down, blood running thickly into a drain in the floor. Hideki’s eyes caught his and his stomach twisted nervously at the seething hatred he saw there. Die’s hands came to rest on his shoulders, and he pressed back into them instinctively.
Kaoru, barely two meters down the hall, looked back over one shoulder to check on his followers. “Ah, Hideki! Come here, I’d like to speak with you before you go back to your cell. Privately, if you please.”
The platinum blonde stiffened and glanced at Die for a moment before joining his boss in the second interrogation room. Kyo watched the metal door shut with a soft, deliberate click and slowly released the breath he’d been holding.
“His… cell?”
“Yes.” Die’s voice was startlingly close to his ear and Kyo realized the taller man’s hands were still on his shoulders. He stepped away quickly. Harsh white light glinted off the redhead’s black glasses. “Kaoru is pretty pissed at him. He’s living in a solitary cell whenever he’s not working and he’s being chemically castrated until we decide to restore his rank.”
Kyo’s eyes widened with each word. “He… would do that to one of his own?”
Die nodded. “Well, he fucked up pretty bad. Don’t get me wrong, sex is a perfectly viable interrogation method. I’ve used it myself in the past with plenty of success. But not the way he… well, what he did wasn’t in keeping with the Niikura family standards, and Kaoru’s not one to let that sort of thing slide.”
Kyo ran a hand over his mouth, stomach still turning. A fine sheen of sweat had gathered on his forehead, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could stay standing; days spent drugged and unconscious followed by the trauma of the interrogation room had sapped his energy reserves. When the metal door swung open once more and Hideki came out, the man was paler than he had been before and moved stiffly to stand in front of Kyo. The blonde tensed, eyes wide, as the interrogator dropped to one knee and bowed his head, one hand flat pressed to his chest.
“Alright, Mr. Nishimura, come on in,” Kaoru called.
Kyo didn’t move until Die put an arm around his shoulders and guided him around Hideki’s still figure. “What… what the hell was that?”
“I wouldn’t worry about it.”
“No, what was that?” Kyo looked to Kaoru as Die shut the metal door behind them. “What just happened?”
“We just had a conversation about etiquette. Please, have a seat.” Kaoru gestured to the plain steel chair resting next to the table. There was only one in the room, and there was a thin file folder in the center of the table.
Kyo was unsettled by a lot of what had happened today, and being sealed in this room with Kaoru Niikura and his Head of Security was nerve-wracking, but his knees were beginning to tremble with exhaustion. He settled into the seat carefully. “I thought I wasn’t here for interrogation today.”
“You’re not. Not really.” Kaoru reached out a hand to slide the folder over to Kyo. “But, if only for the debt I owe to you, I felt you should know what’s going on.”
Kyo opened the folder carefully and felt a chill. On top of the papers inside, there was a large, glossy photo of Shinya passing through the underground entry doors that lead into the headquarters building, Toshiya holding the door open over his head. Under that, a stack of architectural drawings of the buildings, from top and side views. The top three floors were circled on the side view, and Shinya’s office was marked on the top view of the top floor. Under those, detailed duty rosters for the building’s security, both civilian and Terachi.
“We suspected for a long time that the Terachi base of operations was somewhere in this area, just because we’ve seen Shinya Terachi in the area so many times, but the entrance he uses is nearly a block away from the Nakazato Sun Insurance building. And since Nakazato Sun is a legitimate business that legitimately operates out of the same building, we disregarded it every time we tried to find the Terachi base.” Kaoru tapped the photo of Shinya lightly. “Unfortunately, according to Mr. Aki, it’s impossible to get to the top floors without access to a secondary elevator system, which requires a series of codes he did not have.”
Kyo picked up the photo with shaking hands, his face gone sheet-white.
“Without those codes, we have no way to quietly remove Terachi from the building. We haven’t been able to find where he lives, and he’s been particularly cautious with where he goes, and with whom, since the attack at the Bloody Lotus. Under those circumstances, we’ve little choice but to return the favor he granted me.”
Kyo looked up at Kaoru, horrified. “You mean…?”
“Tonight, my demolitions specialists will be placing charges along the roof of the Nakazato Sun building. The charges will be set to explode downward, enough to take out at least the top two floors, maybe the top three. They will be detonated tomorrow morning at 9 AM, when Mr. Aki assures me Terachi will be meeting with several of his closest associates.”
Kyo had to grip the table to keep from fainting, his chest twisting painfully with fear. ‘He’s going to kill Shinya, he’s going to kill Shinya, he’s going to kill him, he’s going to kill Shinya!’ “You… you can’t…”
“I assure you that I can. And given his attempt on my life, I have no time to explore other options.”
Kyo looked back to the picture. To Shinya’s face, always so calm. To Toshiya’s protective gaze. His brothers, his family, the only family he’d had for the last nearly seventeen years. “And if… if you had the access codes?”
“He would be quietly removed from the building. Alive, if possible. I only have so many favors I can call in to cover up all these bombings.”
Kyo’s mind went into a flurry of panicked, half-formed thoughts. He knew the access codes; he had set them and reset them every month for the past three years. He had set the new one the day before he’d been captured, and no one else knew how to change the damn thing. But to give Kaoru the access codes would be giving him Shinya, and everyone with high enough clearance to work in the headquarters. Granted, the Terachi headquarters handled maybe an eighth of the day-to-day business that seemed to be dealt with in the Niikura building, but it was still a significant blow. Really it all boiled down to choosing between Shinya alive and captured, or Shinya dead.
Kyo began to hyperventilate.
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