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Miwaku no Zakuro	By : Tcharlatan Category: > Kyo/Kaoru Views: 2861 -:- 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, X Japan, or KISAKI, and do not profit from this work.

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Toshiya hesitated halfway into the limousine, one foot in and one out, to watch as Kyo was loaded into the back of the glossy black van that their security guards traveled in. He couldn’t help but feel just a little sorry for the boy; he was clearly terrified, kicking and screaming hysterically at the three much-larger men shoving him into the vehicle with absolutely no success. With a shrug, he slid the rest of the way into the limo, settling onto the seat next to Shinya as the chauffer shut the door behind him. Shinya smiled just a bit and made room for the taller man, crossing his ankles neatly beneath his seat to take up as little space as possible. Die, sitting across from them, took up the extra room as he reclined with his long legs kicked out in front of himself.
“So, Kaoru. What do you think?” Toshiya asked as the car set into motion.
“Hm?” Kaoru mumbled absently from the back seat, hands folded loosely in his lap, head tipped back in thought.
“About the kid.”
Die’s sharp eyes flicked over to examine their boss as well. “I wasn’t expecting Matsuura to actually come back. I figured I was going to have to hunt him down.”
“No,” Kaoru sighed. “He has a hell of a gambling problem, but he’s not completely stupid. He knows better than to run from me. I haven’t quite decided what to do with ‘the kid’ yet, Toshiya, what are your thoughts?”
Toshiya was in charge of the entertainment sector of their little ‘family business,’ from gambling parlors to drug distribution to brothels; Kyo would undoubtedly be his responsibility. Die dealt only with matters of security, and their newest acquisition was too small and slight of frame for any kind of guard work, his hearing disability precluding any possibilities of training him in more nuanced arts like spying or assassination. Shinya handled the administrative aspects of the organization and had no use for a high-school dropout; the few men and women he had working directly beneath him were incredibly well-educated, and absolutely had to be to do their jobs.
Toshiya pursed his lips thoughtfully. “He’s attractive enough, and he can certainly dance. If he always moves the way he did in that video, I’m sure I could find a place for him entertaining in one of the tamer clubs.”
“If you can get him to do it,” Die observed wryly.
Toshiya sighed, tugging at one of his dreads. “That’s the kicker, isn’t it? He seems a little unruly; I get the feeling it would take kind of a while to convince him to perform willingly for us. We’d need to have him tested, but so long as he’s clean, I guess I could always just put him to work in a brothel if he won’t cooperate. Seems like such a waste, though.”
“It does…” Die aggreed, reaching one leg out to nudge at Shinya’s foot. “It might take more time, but it seems like in the long run, if you can get him to dance, he’d be worth more on the stage.”
Shinya frowned and tried to move his feet further under his seat. “You could always take the best of both worlds. Have him dance, then auction him off at the end of the night for a ‘solo performance’ for the highest bidder. People are always willing to pay more if they think they’re getting something special.”
“That would probably work. Shoot, I’d pay for him, after seeing that thing he did with his hips!” Toshiya chuckled, trying to mimic the writhing, twisting motion he’d seen on the video.
“Or you could just sell him,” the auburn-haired man continued, leaning to one side to avoid his taller friend’s flailing limbs. “He’s not really worth what you paid for him, though – Die! You have more than enough room, quit kicking me.”
“Don’t be a baby, Shin-Baby.”
Kaoru stared at the ceiling of the limousine for a long time, tuning out the playful banter starting up between his three subordinates. He trusted his friends and their expertise implicitly, but they were young yet, and prone to fits of immaturity. He considered the merits of their various proposals, as well as some of the other options that were open to him. He thought about the small amount of information Kisaki had given them, and what little he’d seen so far of the blonde’s personality. But mostly, he found himself thinking about the video of the smaller man.
The image of that lean, compact body wrapped in a lace-and-vinyl kimono – such a delicious blend of masculine and feminine, of traditional and modern, of modest and sinful – moving with such inherent sensuality, was pervasive in his mind. And somehow the fact that the blonde had been so completely dressed for the entirety of the performance made it all the more enticing. He wasn’t a stripper; his flesh wasn’t meant for common men to see or touch. Kaoru appreciated that, as he was not a common man.
“Well, I guess this evening wasn’t a total loss,” he eventually sighed as they pulled into a familiar, winding driveway. He looked out the window – over manicured lawns and flourishing gardens – at the sprawling mansion they called home, and smiled a bit. “I’ll admit, though… I’m halfway tempted to keep him for myself.”
All three of the other man in the limo looked taken aback, but it was Die who spoke first. “What, seriously?”
“Mmhmm.”
“That's a bit… unusual, Kaoru.” Shinya frowned worriedly. “You’d probably have to drug him, or spend months training him.”
“Kao, if you’re getting tired of Nozomi, we have plenty of other courtesans to choose from. Most of them would jump at the chance, too. Why take one that’s unwilling and untrained?” Toshiya demanded.
Kaoru shrugged as the vehicle slowed to a stop in front of their home. “That’s just it. All of the courtesans we keep here are too well trained; they cater to too many people’s different needs to meet my own quite as perfectly as I would like. I think I want someone less… experienced, someone I can mold to my own design from scratch. Our newest acquisition may prove suitable.”
“I don’t know… it seems like a hell of a project, even for you. I’m sure we can find something safer and less time-consuming to entertain you with.”
“Mm. Well, as I said, I’m tempted to do it, but he is potentially valuable elsewhere. I’ll have to think on it.”
One of the security guards they’d taken to the club was on hand to open the door for them, and they filed out of the vehicle one by one. As the limo drove off towards the garage, Die looked to the black van that had beaten them home, parked several meters away on the other end of the driveway. One of the other guards was just sliding the side door open, the third waiting to assist him with their captive if necessary, but it was suspiciously quiet. After the ruckus he’d put up earlier, Die had fully expected Kyo to come flying out of the van screaming like a damned wildcat the second the door was cracked. The still silence that issued forth instead was perturbing. Die’s curious gaze caught Kaoru’s attention, and he followed it as Toshiya and Shinya disappeared into the mansion without them.
“Did you guys have to knock him out again?” the redhead wondered.
The guard that had come to meet them looked back to the van. “No, sir. He went quiet on his own shortly after we left the club.”
There was a moment of tense silence as one of the guards by the van leaned in through the door, and then hell broke loose. A loud crash sounded from the back of the vehicle and the guard half inside jerked before going limp, his unconscious body sliding to the gravel below. The second guard moved quickly towards the door, but he was knocked down when Kyo came barreling out, both hands swinging what looked like a metallic grey briefcase into the man’s head. Another heavy crash, and both guards were down for the count. The blonde paused only long enough to catch sight of Kaoru, Die, and the third guard on the other end of the wide driveway before dropping the heavy case and bolting into the darkness of the gardens.
Die’s eyes narrowed. “After him. Now!”
“Yes, sir!”
The remaining guard took off, and Kaoru was entirely amused as he watched the man’s long legs eat up distance at a phenomenal speed, disappearing into the shadows as well. He walked over to the van casually, crouching next to the two unconscious guards and picking up their captive’s impromptu weapon. The silver case was a densely-packed first aid kit; usually kept tucked away in the back of the security vehicle for small emergencies. Behind him, he could hear Die speaking quietly into his cell phone, presumably summoning the mansion’s on-site doctor.
“Was this case out when they loaded him, do you think?” Kaoru wondered.
Die slid his thumb over the screen of his phone, ending the call, and shook his head emphatically. “Not a chance. It’s always kept under the sidewall panel when it’s not in use.”
“Hmm…"
The blonde was perhaps a bit cleverer than Kaoru had expected, then. Most would have been too spooked to do anything but pull on the door handle and bang on the windows. There was a scream in the distance that sounded like that of a wounded animal and Kaoru smirked to himself, standing. The guard had caught up with his quarry. He waited patiently for the man to return, for the most part ignoring the bustling movement spilling out onto his driveway as the doctor – gripping a black case and wearing his lab coat over pajama pants – rushed over to take care of the two fallen guards. Four more security enforcers and a nurse followed him, prompt and professional despite the ungodly hour. As they worked, they all looked just a touch unsettled by the wailing, almost inhuman shrieks drawing rapidly closer.
“Oh, Doctor?” Kaoru called abruptly, turning to look at the middle-aged man kneeling over one of the unresponsive guards.
“Yes, Mister Niikura?”
“Do you happen to have a tranquilizer in your bag?”
The doctor looked baffled. “Yes, sir, I believe I do.”
“Excellent. Please prepare it.”
“Right away, sir.”
The physician hurried to obey as the security enforcer reappeared, dragging a hysterically-thrashing Kyo, holding both of the smaller man’s arms clamped tightly behind his back. The guard had a bloody nose and what would probably be a black eye in the morning, but the blonde looked reasonably unharmed, and Kaoru was pleased. The guard knew better than to damage his property. Die moved forward to help the enforcer hold the younger man in place, wincing as a litany of incomprehensible profanity poured from the blonde at a startling volume. Kaoru looked to the doctor and gestured to the screaming, flailing captive. The older man obediently went over to Kyo, waiting for Die and the guard to get him safely restrained before sliding a thin syringe into the blonde’s forearm. Kyo shrieked, the horrible sound shaking the air as every muscle in his body jerked and strained in a frantic bid for freedom.
Then the doctor moved away, and it was a matter of moments before the small blonde’s struggles began to slow, and his voice began to fall into a desperate, fading slur. Die and the guard released their captive’s arms and Kyo managed to get barely two steps away from them before collapsing into the gravel, dead asleep. The doctor carefully lifted one thin wrist, digging two fingers in gently while staring at the watch on his other arm.
“Doctor, I need you to perform a physical and run blood work on him, if you would. The usual battery for new employees,” Kaoru ordered curtly.
“Yes, sir.”
Die made a face at his friend, tucking his hands into his pockets as they headed off towards the mansion. “Who knew something so small could be so loud? I’m pretty sure I’m deaf in one ear now. You really want to keep that in your quarters?”
“More so now than I did before. He’s a spirited little thing, isn’t he?”
The redhead rolled his eyes. He should have known; Kaoru always did enjoy a good challenge. “'Spirited'… right. Should I have him sent up after the doctor’s done with him?”
Kaoru frowned thoughtfully. “…Yes. Also grab Toshiya before he goes to bed; have him call Nozomi sent back to the courtesan quarters and arrange for the necessary supplies for a new pet set up in my room, if you could.”
Die sighed, “Of course.”
“Oh, and Daisuke? What was that guard’s name?”
“The one with the busted face? That’s Tatsuaki.”
“Have a gift sent to him tomorrow. He did well.”
“Sure thing, Kao.”
Kaoru headed up a winding staircase towards his sleeping quarters, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
‘This should prove to be very entertaining.’
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