The Paladin | By : Tcharlatan Category: > Toshiya/Die Views: 957 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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June 15th - 10:00 am
“No… please, no…” Kyo’s voice was a weak, trembling thing, hands coming up to clutch at his own hair, pulling several golden strands free.
Die had recognized the voice and the body of Kaoru’s captor as well, and looked sick for the knowledge they’d been fighting to obtain for the past nearly two weeks. “Hideki Yuji.”
“Shit…” Toshiya swore softly, eyes watering as one hand came up to press against his quivering lips.
Shinya couldn’t bring himself to speak, horrified, as they all were, at the video playing on the large projection screen in the conference room.
The sight of their boss and friend, bent over a rough wooden table, mouth open in a voiceless scream, was a painful one. Kaoru struggled weakly, broken fingers fighting to claw into the wood for leverage as his good hand was restrained by a much larger one. The thin needle of a syringe was pressed into the muscle of his upper arm and the plunger slowly depressed. The effects were almost immediate as Kaoru’s thin, battered body went into hysterical convulsions. He was held in place by the man in the hannya mask, large hands pinning his hips against the wood as his legs were kicked apart and-
“NO!” Kyo screamed, picking up a chair and flinging it at the image. The screen was knocked off its mounting and crumpled to the floor in a soft heap, but the projector continued to play unhindered, shining merrily on the wall instead. “NONONONONO! It’s him, it’s HIM, why did it have to be him of all people?! FUCK! This can’t be happening, it can’t… I can’t…”
Shinya wrapped his arms around his best friend gently, turning his back on the horrible film and blocking Kyo’s view of it. He knew of Hideki, of course. He’d even spoken to the man once, while awaiting his first meeting with Kaoru in the Niikura tower holding cells; had heard every sordid detail of what the Niikura family’s interrogator had done to Kyo. Hideki had spent nearly a year in those holding cells – punishment for breeching protocol by sneaking into Kyo's cell and raping him while the blonde was in captivity – only let out to conduct carefully monitored interrogations, and was kept chemically castrated for that time. Eventually, Kaoru decided his presence in the tower was too hard on Kyo, and had ordered him cut loose. As part of the Niikura family security forces, he fell under Die’s direct command, and the redhead had been the one to implement all of the man’s punishments.
In retrospect, it should have been obvious. Plenty of people knew both Kyo and Die at this point, but few had ever found reason to hate either of them, fewer still who would have blamed them for a slight without blaming Kaoru as well. But it had been so long ago, had happened so quietly in the midst of the turmoil that was the early stages of Kaoru and Kyo’s relationship and the acquisition of the Terachi family as tributary. Hideki’s departure had been bitter, to be certain, but there had been no threats, no arguments, no indication that he would hold onto it so hard and come back this way, and so he’d gone all-but forgotten, relegated to the shadowy figure that haunted Kyo’s nightmares.
“That son of a bitch!” Die hissed. “I should have killed him when I had the chance!”
Shinya shot Die a worried look. The redhead was pacing furiously, one hand periodically flicking back to hover restlessly over where his gun was tucked against one side. Toshiya watched his superior helplessly; though Shinya and Kyo both knew of his “relationship” with Die, it wasn’t something that had been brought up openly. He wanted to hold his lover, to give him comfort, but he couldn’t break the invisible wall of propriety between them without the older man’s permission.
Kyo tore away from Shinya, glaring at Die with panicked betrayal. “He’s gone, he’s supposed to be gone, you fired him two years ago!Why come back now, after all this time?!”
“Don’t worry about why.” Shinya scolded gently. “If we know who he is, do we know where he is? We have new information now; this is what we’ve been looking for. We need to useit and end this.”
Die’s answering chuckle held just a hint of madness, hysteria bubbling quietly under his skin, as he pulled out his phone and shook it at Shinya. “I still have his cell phone number! Should I give him a call?! ‘Hey Yuji, what’s up, long time no see! Say, you wouldn’t happen to be TORTURING MY BOSS RIGHT NOW, WOULD YOU?!’”
“Why not?” Toshiya asked gently.
Die’s mouth opened to retort, but nothing came out and his glare faded to confusion as he looked at his phone. Why not, indeed? Besides the mask, Hideki had done nothing to disguise his identity; he had to have known Die and Kyo would recognize his voice. Die had worked with the man for years; he knew Hideki was mad, but not stupid. He had specifically chosen now to reveal his identity, signaling a change in his twisted game. It was a taunt, an invitation. The bastard wanted to parley.
“I… I guess it’s the next logical step, isn‘t it?” the redhead murmured, frowning.
“He’s already told us his goal is to hurt you and Kyo,” Shinya warned, one hand resting lightly on Die’s forearm. “Maybe I should-”
“No.” Die shook his head, flicking his thumb over the phone’s screen until he found the number he sought, pressing the call button decisively. “No, I need to do this. I know how to deal with him.”
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