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The Prophet	By : Tcharlatan Category: > Kyo/Kaoru Views: 1201 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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February 15^th - 12:00 am
Kyo stood on the small balcony outside Kaoru’s living quarters, smoking and wishing he’d put on more than just his sweatpants before coming outside. He thought he saw a few flakes of snow fall in the chill February wind. Running an absent hand over his stomach, he could swear he still felt the sticky, heavy evidence of what he’d just done, though he knew he was clean. He’d just spent nearly an hour under a spray of hot water, slick with thick soap foam that smelled faintly of citrus. Admittedly, most of that time had been spent with his back pressed against a tile wall and his legs wrapped around Kaoru’s waist, engaged in thoroughly unclean activities, but he still scrubbed himself almost raw afterwards. His second orgasm had been almost painful, so powerful and so soon after the first. Even now he had to brace his wobbly knees just to stay standing. He yawned and leaned down to cross his arms on the railing and rest his cheek on them.
Something soft and heavy slid over his shoulders, and an all-too familiar figure leaned against the railing next to him, thin lips hiding a faint smirk behind a cigarette. “I seem to remember a week ago you tried to punch me in the face for asking you to undress.”
“I suppose I did.”
“Funny how things turn out sometimes. You were so determined not to be used by me… and now, I’m the one being used, in the exact way you were worried about.”
Dark gold eyes rose, surprised.
Kaoru’s head rolled back lazily as he blew smoke into the air. “You’re not here because you wanted sex with me. You’re here because you need a distraction.”
Kyo hid a yawn in the too-long sleeve of the bathrobe he‘d been covered with. It smelled like Kaoru. “Does my motivation matter? Or does being my chosen method of catharsis hurt your ego?”
A thin hand came out to play with feathery blond hair. “My ego can take it, I assure you. And I can’t say I’m surprised someone in your position would seek to regain some control of your life. It’s just odd that you would come to my bed for it.”
“Control?” A soft chuckle. “I’ve never had control.” The blonde stood, flicking ash irreverently off the balcony. “As for what I do have… I am sober, now. I am rested, fed, no longer suffering withdrawals, and in only enough pain to make me angry. I have the clarity of mind to see your game for what it’s been.”
It was Kaoru’s turn to be surprised, though he hid it well. “Oh?”
“I imagine that among your staff exist men and women whose express purpose is to gain the trust of those for whom Hideki’s interrogation methods don’t work. I spent years being trained to withstand torture, and I’m not unique in that. I’m sure your Daisuke was trained the same way. So you have secondary interrogators who go to the prisoner’s cell and act as sympathetic ears. They tend to wounds, provide food and kindness, bemoan the prisoner‘s cruel fate, until the miserable bastard trusts them enough to give away their secrets. I can’t imagine why you chose to do the work yourself in my case – maybe you’re just a spoiled brat, and you wanted me because I’m Shinya’s – but I’m not so innocent as to miss your motives.”
“I... forget sometimes, the mind it takes to do what you’ve done for the Terachi family.” Kaoru sighed, rubbing blond hair between the pads of his fingers. “You’re right. That was all true, once.”
“Then my family tried to blow you up. And I saved you. But don’t misunderstand me, Kaoru Niikura. I only did it because to allow your organization to collapse that abruptly would throw half the country into an all-out turf war and wide-spread economic ruin. I am a loyal dog. I’ve eaten from your hand, but when Shinya calls, I will always return to him.”
“Even if he intends to put you down?”
“I’ve… had a lot of time in the past couple weeks to consider my own death. I’ve come to the conclusion that I would submit to a blade in his hand, but no one else’s. I'll die for Shinya, not the Terachi family.”
Kyo’s eyes were closed, the burnt-down cigarette hanging loose between his fingers. Kaoru’s fingers on the back of his head were terribly soothing and his fight to stay standing was threatening to be a losing one.
“You’re such a stubborn little thing. Why don’t you come to bed?”
One eye peeked open, irritated. “What am I, your fucking girlfriend?”
“Oh no, not at all. You lack the assets I value in a female partner.”
“But I meet your illustrious standards for a male partner?”
“Mm, I usually go for tall redheads.”
Both gold eyes snapped open, startled, and caught Kaoru’s playful wink. The blonde bared his teeth in a faint snarl and flicked his cigarette butt disdainfully at the older man’s feet. He went back inside with every intention of going back to his own room to sleep, but he only made it so far as the den area before exhaustion overwhelmed him. After a moment of hesitation, he curled up on one of the couches.
He was asleep when careful hands slid thin, wire glasses off his nose and draped a light blanket over him. And, thankfully, he slept without dreams.
February 15^th - 9:00 am
Kaoru and Die were gone long before Kyo woke up, and he was grateful for it. Though he had made the decision to sleep with Kaoru with a clear and lucid mind this time, and had no real regrets for having done it, the thought of a morning-after encounter with the man and his bodyguard was a deeply uncomfortable one. A tray of small bowls was placed on the table nearest him and he uncovered them to find steamed rice, pickled vegetables, and grilled fish. He found tea sealed in a carafe to keep it hot, but it had obviously been left a while ago.
His ribs ached fiercely, his ass was sore, and his legs were still weak and wobbly with exhaustion, but he forced himself eat quickly and take the long walk back to his room. The trip felt much more shameful in daylight, but luckily he passed only the guard stationed at his room door, who afforded him little more than a brief glance. Every minute that passed as he showered made his stomach tighten a little more. Right now Kaoru’s people were supposed to be moving in on the Terachi family headquarters. Maybe they were using what Kyo had told them to try to take the place with less loss of life, but maybe they’d decided it wasn’t worth the extra effort and were going to just blow the top off the building.
When he came to his wardrobe to get dressed, he hesitated. The suits he wore for work hung next to his street clothes and he found himself torn. He wanted to wear a suit, to wrap himself in what had been his identity for so long now. But he knew he couldn’t be that person anymore; the Prophet of the Terachi family was no more, even if the family somehow survived the Niikura’s assault. He wound up in black jeans and a sleeveless shirt under a lightweight jacket. He had to pull his belt a notch tighter than usual to keep his pants from sliding off his hips.
The guard outside his room rose to his feet when the door flew back open and a slight blonde figure in black stormed past him. “You don’t have-”
“Permission, I know. Not going downstairs.” Kyo waved a dismissive hand and continued down the hall to the double doors of Kaoru’s office. They were unlocked today and he pushed through without hesitation, shutting them behind himself before his guard could start to follow.
Die, pacing the office restlessly with his head bent over his phone, made an abortive movement towards his gun before he recognized Kyo. Kaoru was seated at his desk, flipping through a stack of folders calmly. He spoke without looking up from his work. “You should be nicer to Kenji. He’s already rather unsettled after you bit Mr. Yuji’s ear off.”
That explained why the man seemed familiar. Kyo took a deep breath and forced himself to ask, “It’s happening right now, isn’t it? You’ve moved against Shinya?”
“…Yes. We just issued the final go-ahead. If the information you gave us proves accurate, we expect to have established control by eleven o’clock.”
The blonde looked again at Die and saw the headpiece he wore on one ear, plugged into his phone which was displaying a low-quality video feed. “He’s connected to the group leader?”
“Mm. I usually prefer a little more surveillance on an operation like this, but on such short notice this was the most we could manage.” Kaoru gestured to the couch. “There’s nothing more to be done now but wait. You’re welcome to stay here if you don’t want to go to your room.”
Kyo eyed the couch, wiping his hands anxiously on his jeans.
“There’s an ashtray on the table to the right. Please use it.”
“They’re not… going to hurt him, right?” The younger man couldn’t keep his voice from wavering, just a little, and he hated himself for it.
Kaoru’s sharp eyes finally rose from his work. He set down the file he was holding and stood, walking around the desk to stand in front of Kyo. Thin hands rose to cup the blonde’s round face and guide it to look up at the older man. “I entrusted the lives of dozens of my men to the information that you gave me. Now you need to trust me.”
“The last time you told me to trust you, I got blown up.”
“But you’re alive, aren’t you?”
Kyo could hardly breathe with Kaoru looming over him so close, he felt so absolutely surrounded. “…They’re not going to hurt him?”
“They’ll answer to me if they do.”
“If you two start rutting in here, I swear I’ll shoot you both. You already kept me up all damn night.”
Die’s voice was startling and Kyo jerked away from Kaoru quickly, a faint blush spreading over his ears. The older man sighed and guided Kyo to the couch, shooting Die a scathing look while the blonde wasn’t looking. One of Die’s large hands left the grip it had on his phone to flip off his boss. Kyo settled into the corner of the couch, hands clumsy with worry and embarrassment pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket.
For over an hour, the office was silent but for Kaoru’s shuffling papers and Die’s occasional murmuring into his headset directing the movements of his men. Though Kaoru seemed perfectly calm, Die and Kyo were both restless – the redhead pacing the room, the blonde chain smoking and flipping absently through some obscure old book he’d picked up off the shelves. Every time Die spoke, though he kept his voice low and unobtrusive, Kyo’s head snapped up to listen intently, and even Kaoru’s steady hands would pause.
Finally, Die let out a long breath and pulled his headset off, throwing it carelessly onto Kaoru’s desk before flopping onto the couch, large hands rubbing over his face, “All clear. We lost Tomino, everyone else is intact and inbound.”
“Terachi’s people?” Kaoru asked.
“Lost two, both security. They came in too close and too fast for the darts to stop them in time. All the rest have been loaded onto the vans.”
“Alright.” Kaoru collected his papers into a stack and set them aside. “Let’s go downstairs to await our guests, shall we?”
February 15^th - 9:00 pm
Shinya sat patiently at the metal table, facing the mirror that was undoubtedly a window from the other side. He had awoken several hours ago in a stone cell on a plastic cot with a splitting headache, and the long wait for his captor to show himself did little to improve his mood. Although he’d had plenty to think about in that time. Toshiya had been in the cell next to him, but from the cell just past his bodyguard had come a deep voice that was more than willing to tell Shinya all about the goings-on in the Niikura headquarters over the past two weeks.
He’d had an idea of what had happened to his advisor and childhood friend when a Niikura messenger had approached him with a request for parley. But to hear a detailed synopsis, in that sickeningly self-indulgent voice, was a maddening experience. Years of very strict training were all that kept him for the most part outwardly calm. Those that knew him would find the fists clenched furiously at his sides to be a shocking deviation of character.
Large brown eyes moved to watch as a heavy lock clicked and the metal door swung open. Shinya caught a glimpse of a man Toshiya’s height with bloody red hair, and a man his own height who he recognized as Kaoru Niikura. But his attention was focused on the shorter man that the Niikura prodded into the room with a gentle hand. His oldest friend watched Kaoru leave the room, the door shutting decisively behind him, before facing forward.
Shinya watched as dark gold eyes flicked nervously from the floor, to the table, to the mirror, to Shinya, and back to the floor. Kyo was thinner than when they last spoke, and he could see the partially-healed evidence of deep bruises around his neck and on his face. But Shinya had seen the blonde bruised and bloodied countless times growing up. His friend’s refusal to look at him, and the slight defensive hunch of his shoulders spoke of damage that lied much deeper.
“Oh, Warumono. What have you gotten yourself into this time?” he asked with a sigh. “You look like hell.”
Kyo’s head rose cautiously at the use of the nickname. It was one that his younger friend had given him many years ago when they were both small, and that the man never used at work. Shinya stood and opened long arms with a tired smile and the blonde lurched forward, crashing into him with little regard for his own injuries. The embrace was not a tender one, but rather that of brothers long-separated by strife, fierce with crushing pressure as if to release the other would mean never seeing him again.
“I wouldn’t think someone like him would be your type,” Shinya murmured into soft blonde hair.
Kyo stepped back, wiping his eyes (he hoped) discretely. “W-what do you mean?”
“Kaoru Niikura. If the look he gave you just now is any indication, he’s quite infatuated with you. And I think I’ve known you long enough by now to recognize the look you gave him. Stockholm Syndrome is hardly the foundation of a healthy relationship, Kyo.”
The blonde considered lying, briefly, but he knew his friend would see right through it, as always. He had known Kyo more than long enough. Kyo looked away, frowning petulantly. “Since when do I have healthy relationships?”
Masaru, Kyo’s first boyfriend in high school, had been sweet but entirely too innocent for the life he planned to lead with the Terachi family. Toshiya had been high for the vast majority of the time they were together, and when Shinya demanded sobriety from his newly-appointed bodyguard he lost interest in Kyo. Yusuke had been abusive to the point that Shinya had to intervene, Hajime turned into an obsessive stalker, Ken started cheating on him almost immediately and Hajime nearly killed the man for it…
“Mmm, fair enough. Still, I think this one might be a step too far, even for you.” Long, slender fingers ran lightly over Kyo’s cheek. “What is he like?”
“Huh?”
“Niikura. You’ve spent quite a bit of time with him, haven’t you?" Shinya’s eyes were too knowing.
Kyo blushed faintly. “Well… yeah, a bit I suppose.”
“Then tell me about him. I have always valued your judgment and it would be nice to be at least a little prepared for our meeting.”
Kyo‘s heart fluttered a little at the praise. Shinya still trusted him, at least in this? “…He has terrible eyes. If you look into them, it’s like they flay you open inside, strip away all your defenses until nothing is left. I haven’t known him to be cruel but… he is decisive, and he gets what he wants. Always. And he’s a manipulative son of a bitch, he doesn’t just rely on brute force.”
“I see. That’s very good to know. Do you plan to stay here? With him?”
“I… don’t know,” Kyo admitted. “I don’t think I can go home, now.”
“No, I imagine not. I’m sorry, my Prophet, I had little choice in the matter. Although I suppose at this point even if there weren’t a price on your head, there’s likely not going to be a home for you to return to.”
The blonde bowed his head guiltily, though there was no reproach in his friend’s voice. “I know.”
Shinya’s head tilted and he smiled. “At least I still got to wish you a happy birthday, hmm?”
Kyo blinked, briefly stunned, then laughed and slumped into the metal chair, running his fingers through his hair. “Hell… I completely forgot about it...”
“So.” Shinya leaned back against the table casually. “When do I get to meet the infamous Kaoru Niikura?”
“Soon, I think. He said I could come see you while he spoke with Toshiya. He’s… already seen your advisors.”
“Hmph. Stodgy old bastards. They were the ones that insisted on the hit, of course. Their arguments were sound enough, but I’m sure they took far more pleasure in the whole thing than was appropriate. I had hoped to be rid of them after Father passed, but they are terrifically stubborn. Ah, speak of the devil.” Shinya straightened as the door clicked open, smoothing his suit jacket out of habit.
Kaoru stepped into the room, Die a silent shadow at his back. “So sorry to have kept you waiting, Mr. Terachi.”
Two men moved past Kaoru silently to deposit three more chairs in the room, one next to Kyo and the other two on the opposite side of the table. Shinya hid a smile behind one hand, eyes narrowed ever so slightly. ‘As usual, it seems my Prophet has spoken the truth. He does have terrible eyes.’ “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Mr. Niikura.”
“Please, have a seat.” Kaoru gestured to the seat next to Kyo, taking his own on the other side of the table. “You see, I’ve found myself in a somewhat undesirable position, and although Mr. Nishimura’s intervention has provided me a more favorable option in dealing with this, it depends heavily on your willingness to negotiate.”
“You are aware, I’m sure, of my family’s long-standing policy regarding negotiation with rival organizations?” Shinya’s voice was carefully neutral, deliberately taking the potential antagonism out of his words.
“Of course. However, under the circumstances, I’m sure you can make an exception just this once.”
“I suppose I have little choice.”
“Wonderful.” Kaoru pulled a large folded paper out of the file he carried and spread it out with care on the table. The map was one with which Kyo and Shinya were both familiar – one that detailed as accurately as possible the boundary lines of the various families. In several areas, such as the border between the Niikura and Terachi territories, multiple dotted lines were used to denote contested zones. “I have run this family for just over eight years now. My uncle ran it for thirty-seven years before me, and his father for fifty-three years before him. In the fifty-three years that my grandfather controlled the family, he worked tirelessly to expand it from the small province he inherited to the multi-city behemoth it is now.”
Kyo never liked looking at these maps; they turned his homeland into a horrible jigsaw puzzle colored with blood, drugs, dirty money, and other sundry things. One large piece in the center represented Kaoru’s land, another slightly smaller chunk south of it was Shinya’s. Just over a dozen smaller shapes surrounded the large two, the biggest of them barely half the size of the Terachi territories.
“My uncle retired earlier than most because he found – as I find – the task of maintaining such a large territory to be an entirely consuming effort. Where most people in my position can sit back and enjoy the wealth and privilege of such an empire, I am stuck in an office all day trying to manage a constant barrage of contracts, shipments, bribes, favors, unscrupulous employees, and other such nonsense. The thought of taking on yet more responsibility, particularly from an area so vast as what you control, exhausts me quite frankly.”
“My heart weeps for you, Mr. Niikura.”
Kyo’s head snapped around, shocked at Shinya’s uncharacteristic rudeness. Neither his boss nor their mutual captor seemed at all fazed. Die, sitting back in his chair, casually shifted one hand in front of his mouth to hide an amused smirk.
“Your sympathy warms me. I will propose to you what I have proposed to all those who have attempted to move against me and failed. You may remain in control of your current assets, but only as a figurehead. While everything you do will be done under the name of the Terachi family, you will pay one full third of your annual profits to the Niikura family in tribute, and you will conduct no major transactions without my express consent.”
Kyo’s eyes were wide, flicking back and forth between Shinya and Kaoru’s cold façades. “Tribute…?”
“Yes. Your holdings will be an extension of my own, but you will remain the primary overseer.”
“Death, or life in servitude. Is this an accurate summary?”
“I suppose, but please don’t mistake my intentions. To be left in place, even as a figurehead, requires a certain amount of trust and respect on my part. You will be treated with as much consideration as I afford Daisuke, my Second. As much as I imagine you afford Mr. Nishimura.”
Shinya laced his fingers together thoughtfully, his mouth hidden behind them. After a moment, his large eyes shifted to his side. “Well, my Prophet?”
Kyo started. After all this, Shinya still wanted his advice? For a long moment, he considered the man’s options carefully. He put one hand on his friend’s thin shoulder and moved close to whisper into his ear, “If you were to die now, you would leave the family in shambles. You have no heir. The old men that advised your father would tear everyone and everything apart trying to get the biggest pieces for themselves even as the other families on your borders pushed in.”
Shinya’s head turned, one hand shielding his mouth from view as he whispered back, “You know, Father would demand an honorable death at this point. He never would have entertained such a bargain.”
“He died for his stubborn ideals, and the family almost fell apart for it even with you to hold it together. You have to decide now what’s more honorable - dying and letting the family crumble, or keeping everyone together and safe at the cost of your pride.”
Shinya lowered his hand and thought for a moment, one long finger tapping the table slowly. Eventually, he smiled at Kaoru. “I suppose that to allow my organization to dissolve only to spare my own ego would be decidedly selfish, wouldn’t it? While I would like to discuss with you, at length, the particulars if this arrangement, I feel at this point that your proposal as I understand it is… acceptable.”
“Perfect.” Kaoru carefully folded up the map into the stack of papers and stood. “The basics are described in this folder. I will have you and Mr. Hara moved into more comfortable quarters for the night, though I’m afraid the rest of your men will have to remain where they are until things are finalized. We can continue this conversation in the morning when we are all rested.”
Shinya stood as well and bowed with just the precise amount of respect Kaoru’s new position over him demanded. “Very well.”
Kaoru moved to the door, Die at his side, before turning and holding out one hand. “Come now, Mr. Nishimura. It is time to retire for the evening.”
Kyo, only halfway out of his seat, froze in place. Should he follow Kaoru, or stay with Shinya? Part of him cried out for the company of his oldest friend, wanting to be with him after so long separated, to comfort him in the midst of this ordeal. But another part of him yearned for the shelter Kaoru provided him, overwhelming aura of confidence and control that allowed Kyo to simply let go of all the strife and worry that was eating away at him.
Shinya saw his friend’s turmoil and slid long arms around him with the ease of familiarity, his voice soft enough to reach only Kyo’s ears, “Go on with him, Warumono. The last thing I need is you and Toshiya keeping me up all night with your bickering, hmm?”
“But… Shinya…”
“Happy birthday, my Prophet."
With that he was released to Kaoru’s waiting hand, pressed ever so gently between his shoulder blades to guide him out of the room.
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