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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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Kaoru sat quietly, chin resting on interlaced fingers as he watched over the small figure on the bed before him. After the night he’d had, he was savoring the peaceful moment. Finding Kyo’s preparation room at the club trashed had been jarring enough, but the drops of blood on the floor had shaken him to the core. He had tasted Hakuei’s rage on the air – fresh and thick as if it had been festering there for some time – as well as the acrid tang of Kyo’s fear. Toshiya’s frantic calls had gone completely unheeded as he stormed back out into the alley.
In a fit of uncharacteristically poor judgment, he’d slipped into his natural form and scaled the building, crossing the city over rain-slicked rooftops on powerful, inhuman legs. It was faster than driving, but he was phenomenally lucky that heavy rain had the humans below huddled under umbrellas, allowing him to pass unnoticed overhead. As it was, some would probably wonder about the deep gouges his claws had left in more than a couple rooftops on some of the harder landings. And then, reaching his destination and finding that braided son of a bitch crushing Kyo to the floor, strangling the smaller blonde with a belt like a damned leash… Kaoru had never known such rage in any of his lifetimes.
Now, dark chocolate eyes began to drift ever-so-slowly shut as the hypnotic rise and fall of a thin, bandaged chest lulled him dangerously close to sleep. The object of his focus stirred just a little and issued a soft sigh, and Kaoru’s eyes snapped back open attentively. Scooting forward in his chair, he reached out one hand to twine his fingers with Kyo’s, careful not to disturb his precious mortal treasure. He didn’t have even the infinitesimal amount of energy required to keep the blonde asleep.
A familiar wave of soft warmth slid past him to settle over Kyo, keeping him locked in that deep, healing coma as Toshiya came to stand at Kaoru’s side. “…Well?”
“He… he thinks that Hakuei was waiting for him in his room after the show… drunk off his ass, and they got into an argument. That the bastard got him by the throat and threw him into the mirror… came after him with the knife. That Hakuei was… was punching him when we came looking for him and that… that he passed out after we pulled them apart. It covers the neck bruise, the cut in his side, and… and his face…” Kaoru swallowed thickly, and the tears he’d thought he was out of threatened again.
He had been toiling for hours, using every lost drop of energy he had to reshape Kyo’s memories of the evening. Using Kyo’s own prior experiences with Hakuei, he’d let the blonde’s own unconscious imagination create the story the way the blonde would expect such a confrontation to go, lending authenticity to the false images. In rewriting the memories, he’d had to watch the real ones over and over again to make sure the pieces fit properly. Seeing Hakuei’s large form straddling Kyo’s thin hips, hitting him again and again, feeling Kyo’s helpless desperation and pain…
Toshiya wrapped long arms around his friend’s shoulders, steadying the tremors that ran through the older man. “I didn’t think Hakuei was drunk.”
Kaoru snarled, “He wasn’t, but Kyo believes that the son of a bitch will only hit him if he is. Hakuei always drinks the same cheap beer, and the smell of it is attached to every single goddamn memory of him abusing Kyo, so I had to use it to make it real enough for him to accept.”
The younger man cocked his head to one side thoughtfully, looking down at his friend curiously. “So… Hakuei is waiting for him in the dressing room, they argue, they fight, we rush in and save the day? Is that right?”
Kaoru exhaled tiredly. “Yeah.”
“I can’t help but notice you, ah… you left out a little detail in there, Kao.”
“…”
Toshiya sighed, his voice gentle but firm. “Kaoru, Hakuei tried to rape him. He deserves to know that he fought back. The man’s been beating him down for months and last night, he had the strength to push back. It’s important; he deserves that closure. …And how were you even able erase something like that? The trauma should have left too deep an impression for you to remove.”
Kaoru shook his head desperately, his voice strained and cracking. “I… I stripped some of the sensory data… smells, tastes, background images… it took everything I had, but it’s a dream, now. A vivid one, but I couldn’t… I couldn’t let it be real, Totchi. Don’t you understand? I could feel that filthy bastard’s hands, grabbing and pulling, I could feel Kyo’s fear and… I couldn’t let it happen. Not to him.”
Toshiya bit his lip and held his roommate closer.
Kaoru’s voice wavered dangerously. “He was thinking of me, Totchi… he fought back so that… so that I wouldn’t be hurt by him cheating. He would have let it happen, otherwise, he almost let the bastard rape him because he was afraid to fight back!”
“Shhh,” Toshiya murmured, running his fingers through the older man’s hair. “It’s okay now. He’s safe and home with us, and Hakuei won’t be bothering him ever again.”
Dark eyes looked up at his taller friend. “It went okay, then?”
“Better than I expected. It was a hell of a think you asked for, but I got it done. Called in some acquaintances to help wipe Hakuei’s memory of the last year, and we staged a convincing enough car accident to account for the amnesia. He’s in the hospital now with a head injury, a couple of cracked ribs, and a broken arm.” He frowned a little. “It… was weird, being in his head. He really did love Kyo, at least in the beginning, but something about it got twisted somewhere along the line. After a while he started to get obsessive and jealous, he was so afraid of losing him, and things just sort of spiraled out of control from there. It’s kind of sad, really… Still, I wish you would have let me just kill him. I had to call in an awful lot of favors to get this done.”
Kaoru shook his head resolutely, though he’d have loved nothing more than to have murdered Kyo’s ex-lover himself. “You’re still too young to know what killing them does to us. I can’t let you ruin yourself like that. Besides, if he went missing or showed up dead, it would almost certainly come back to Kyo, and he doesn’t need that.”
“Mm… I suppose. My friends are working on the apartment now, cleaning up all the blood and the window you broke. Hakuei will be in the hospital for at least a week, so you have some time to take Kyo over for his things.”
“Thank you, Toshiya. I owe you.”
“You sure do. That’ll go a long way to replacing some of those favors I called in.” Toshiya mussed Kaoru’s hair fondly and turned to leave. “I’m going to get some sleep. Try to do the same, alright? He’s not going anywhere.”
“Aa…” was Kaoru’s noncommittal reply.
“Oh!” Toshiya dug in one pocket and pulled something out, pressing it into Kaoru’s free hand. “And I grabbed these before I left. They felt very sentimental.”
Toshiya left with one last pat on his friend’s shoulder, leaving the blanket of compulsory sleep over Kyo behind him. Kaoru looked down at the items in his hand. One was a folding knife, its polished ebony handle elegantly engraved with the character for Kyo’s name. Kaoru couldn’t imagine its significance, and that the blonde would be emotionally attached to the little blade was curious, but Kaoru didn’t doubt it. It was obviously well-loved; the blade kept clean and deadly sharp, the hinge mechanism oiled to flip open and shut smoothly, the handle worn smooth with frequent use. The other item…
The other item Kaoru held was the little scorpion necklace he’d given Kyo what seemed like so long ago. He’d all but forgotten about it in the wake of everything that had happened, the charm having been such an impulsive gift. It was a pretty enough trinket, and Kyo had seemed fond of it at the time, but Kaoru had never really thought it was anything spectacular or even particularly noteworthy. Apparently, he had been quite wrong.
Kaoru, like all incubi, had some inherent empathic ability, but it was Toshiya who was particularly gifted in that regard. Between the two of them, only the younger man could sense residual emotions on inanimate objects, so Kaoru had long-since learned to take his roommate at his word in such matters. If Toshiya said the necklace was sentimental to Kyo, it was. With careful hands, he lifted the blonde’s head just enough to slip the chain around his bruised neck and fasten it, letting the silver charm come back to rest in the dip of his collarbone. Under Toshiya’s lingering influence, Kyo slept right through the motions, and Kaoru reclaimed the younger man’s hand when he was settled again.
It was a painful struggle to stay awake, but he resisted sleep with every fiber of his being. He had failed to protect Kyo. When the man needed him most, he wasn’t there, and as a result the blonde had very nearly been defiled and killed. It was a chilling realization; humans were just so damned fragile and Kyo, in spite of himself, seemed to be even more so than most. The fear that he would wake up to find that this was a dream and he hadn’t actually made it in time – that the vibrant little creature holding his heart in a vice grip had been raped and murdered – was crippling.
“I’m sorry, Kyo…“ he whispered shakily, pressing his forehead against the smaller, tattooed hand he clung to. “I’m so sorry…”
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