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Your Sins Into Me	By : Tcharlatan Category: > Kyo/Kaoru Views: 1394 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction. I do not personally know any of the members of Dir en grey or Penicillin, and do not profit from this work.

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Kyo’s chest, bare now and shining with sweat, heaved as he let the microphone slide out of his fingers to land softly on the stage. The crowd’s final farewell cheers faded into the usual club chatter as he walked away, bass-heavy dance music starting up behind him. Once out of sight, Kyo hurried into his preparation room to grab his jacket; he’d seen Kaoru lead a very sick-looking Toshiya out toward the alley, and they still hadn’t come back. He was worried for his lanky friend. As he collected his jacket from the back of his rickety little folding chair and slipped tiredly into it, he felt arms wrap around him from behind, one around his arms just over the elbows, the other draping across his collarbone. For a split second, his heart fluttered, thinking it was Kaoru, but dread struck him cold as he saw thin black braids sliding over his shoulder. He tensed, eyes wide, and the arms clamped down viciously, pinning him against a familiar, hard chest.
“H-… Hakuei?!” Kyo’s voice was almost inaudible, drained to an empty rasp after singing so hard for so long.
“Hey, Sweetness. Have you missed me?” Hakuei whispered against his ear, sober but undeniably malicious.
Kyo’s mind stuttered to a stop, until only one thought remained. ‘No… oh gods, no…’
The blonde flew into a panic, bucking and thrashing against the hold, kicking the chair into mirror and knocking his things off the table. He tried to scream, but nothing came out, and somehow his own silent scream ramped him into a fever pitch of terror. Hakuei grunted at the frantic struggling and the arm around Kyo’s neck disappeared. The younger man distantly registered the familiar flick of a folding knife being opened, and froze with a soundless whimper as he felt the sting of a sharp blade sliding ominously along the soft flesh of his side. A thin trail of blood slid down the steel edge to drip on the floor from under the edge of his jacket.
“Come. We need to talk,” Hakuei crooned.
Kyo was lead out of the club at knifepoint. He still couldn’t find Kaoru or Toshiya, and Hakuei kept him at enough of a distance from the bar that Die and Shinya never noticed them, busy as they were tending the crush of customers. No one they passed seemed to notice the tremors wracking his body, or the stark fear written across his features; mistaking the restrictive, threatening embrace for a loving one. Held tightly against Hakuei’s chest, he was led down the street to the subway station.
“Hakuei… Haku please, don’t do this!” He tried to say, desperately straining to force his voice back to life. “Please, let me go!”
The braided man either didn’t hear him, or didn’t care. Kyo was pulled to sit on the stiff bench, pressed against Hakuei’s side, shaking with terror as the train shuddered into motion. The car was empty but for an elderly man that was steadfastly ignoring them with a look of mild disgust; no doubt sickened by the sight of two pierced, tattooed men wrapped in one another’s arms. He would never look close enough at them to see Kyo’s predicament. Kyo clamped his eyes shut and tried not move for fear of that knife slipping between his ribs, ending him on a dirty aluminum floor.
Hakuei’s low voice murmured in his ear, “Relax, Baby. I was angry with you before for cheating on me, but I know you’re sorry. I forgive you. You can come back home and we can be together again.”
Kyo cringed and tried to keep his breathing level through his growing panic. “I don’t want to be together again! You’ve lost your fucking mind!”
Hakuei nuzzled into spiked blonde hair, letting the knife dig further into his ex-lover’s side. “I know you missed me. I missed you too, Beautiful, but it’s okay now. I’m going to take care of everything, don’t you worry. I’ll make sure no one takes you away from me ever again.”
“Hakuei, please stop this! You’re scaring me!”
Kyo felt the slide of a tongue along the curve of his ear and shuddered. The warm, wet caress along over-sensitive nerves had once been so damned erotic it would steal the breath from his lungs. Now it just felt slimy and sick, making his stomach quiver with disgust.
They reached the end of the line, and he was led up the stairs that had nearly killed him, to the apartment he’d once called home. In the two weeks he’d been gone, Hakuei had clearly reached the end of his rope. The only piece of furniture still intact was the couch, everything else lying in shattered fragments; the television had part of a chair leg embedded in the screen. Shattered beer bottles were everywhere, their remains turning so much of the floor into a minefield of broken glass under faint yellow stains streaking over the once-white walls they’d been thrown against.
“You’re home now, Sugar, right where you belong. I’m going to make you forget all about those other bastards. You’re all mine.”
Kyo was released inside the bedroom, and spun around quickly when he heard the knife hit the floor with a dull thud. Hakuei never skipped a beat, hands moving to pull impatiently at the multitude of belts wrapped around his ex-lover’s narrow hips and for a second, Kyo was too terrified by the older man’s wild, frenzied stare to move. He didn’t want this. He didn’t want Hakuei, couldn’t stand the thought of those vicious hands on him, but the braided man had dragged him here by knifepoint, and he had no way of knowing how far the man would go to get what he wanted. He was afraid to find out, and fear froze him in place.
Then Kaoru’s face flashed into his mind. They’d never spoken of devotion or love in the short week that they’d been together, but the thought of allowing their fragile, new relationship to be spoiled this way was more than he could bear. Somehow the thought of hurting Kaoru, betraying him by allowing this travesty of what had once been love, was worse than any retribution Hakuei could offer. A new fear overrode the first, but this one instilled in him the will – the need – to fight back. He couldn’t let this happen. His arms came up of their own volition and pushed against the older man with all of his strength, refusing him for the first time since they’d met.
“No, goddamn it! I’m not yours; I won’t be yours ever again!”
The rejection snapped the older man’s final tenuous thread of calm, and he roared as he sent a large fist crashing against Kyo’s mouth, knocking him to the ground. Kyo cried out and threw his arms up in defense as long legs straddled his hips, but Hakuei was too strong for him. Those fists beat into his head and torso again and again, until he could hardly see or think straight, until he couldn’t even try to shield himself anymore and all he could do was struggle to remain conscious.
“YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH! YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE WHORE! HOW GODDAMN DARE YOU TELL ME NO?! YOU’RE A WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT; YOU SHOULD BE BEGGING ME TO FUCK YOU! YOU’RE MINE, DO YOU HEAR ME?! MINE! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME!”
His jacket was torn away from him while he was still stunned, and he could feel his belts being pulled off, hear them clattering to the floor. When he felt hands pulling at the button of his pants, he snapped back to himself in panic, bucking wildly, his mouth open in a soundless scream. Clawing at the floor, his hand hit the hilt of the knife and he grabbed onto it, lashing out and slicing Hakuei’s chest deeply. The older man jerked back with a startled yell, and Kyo flipped desperately onto his belly, trying to drag himself out from under his ex-lover.
“BITCH!”
Hakuei was panting and snarling, his once-handsome face twisted into a mask of unadulterated rage. He grabbed a fistful of Kyo’s hair in one hand to grind his face into the ground, pulling himself up to press one knee into Kyo’s bare back. Blood from his chest wound dripped onto the pale flesh beneath him, staining it beautifully and inciting him further into his frenzy. His free hand grabbed one of the leather belts and looped it around the smaller man’s slender neck, hauling on the tail end viciously.
Kyo struggled with everything he had, hands pulling at the leather choking the air out of him, but his movements were quickly becoming sluggish and weak. The shallow wound in his side seeped a steady trail of red, making the floor beneath him slick and sticky. His face, contorted with terror and pain, was already beginning to show signs of swelling and bruising from the barrage of punches, blood bubbling from a split lip in a gasping mouth. He sobbed brokenly, sure he was going to die here, broken and bleeding under a man he’d once loved.
As his vision began to grey around the edges, he heard the sound of glass shattering, and the weight on his back disappeared just before something heavy went crashing into the wall behind him. Hands slicked with rain pulled at the binding around his throat, freeing him to gasp and cough, filling his aching lungs. He was rolled onto his back, and had to choke back another silent scream, eyes wide with terror and confusion. It looked like Kaoru’s face hovering over him, but so many parts of it were entirely wrong.
He realized he must have died, and this creature wearing a Kaoru mask was here to take him to hell. Purple eyes caught his gaze, and he slipped gratefully into unconsciousness.
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