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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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It was a slow, faltering rise towards consciousness. The black began to fade gradually, almost imperceptibly at first, until it became a static-ridden grey. The air was stale, smelling of thick dust and something metallic; something like copper. Something like blood. Flesh registered a cold, hard surface underneath before a pervasive, throbbing pain started to creep in, building steadily towards agony. A faint ringing in the ears flared once, then receded into silence, allowing in the disjointed sounds of two voices arguing.
At length, the first voice resolved itself into comprehensible words. “-re you thinking, bringing that trash here? You’re going to ruin everything we’ve worked for, everything we’ve managed to set into motion, all for the sake of indulging your perversions!”
Another voice – this one vaguely familiar, and inspiring an instinctual shiver of fear – followed shortly. “Relax, Shige, nothing will be ruined. I’m just going to play with him until he breaks, then we can kill him and deliver him to Niikura, and we’ll be right back on track. It won’t take more than a couple of days.”
“I’ve waited long enough!”
“It’s hardly my fault that your assassins can’t manage a single competent hit.”
“Is it not enough that you get Niikura himself when all this is through? What is it about this one goddamn whore that you would put everything at risk?”
“That’s what I want to find out.” The second voice was excited now. “This one is special to the bastard, and I want to know why. Come on, you’ve trusted me this long. Just give me a couple more days to have my fun.”
“…” An exasperated sigh. “How long?”
“A week, at the very most.”
“And the moment he’s broken…?”
“I’ll slit his throat myself and have him delivered to Niikura.”
“…Hn. Do as you will, Takashi, but if you botch this-”
“We’re both sunk. Yes, I’m well aware the consequences. Just remember; you chose me because I know him better than anyone else, and no one else can hold him off long enough for you to make your move. You need me just as much as I need you.”
“Right…”
“I’m a busy man. Was there something else you wanted, or can I get back to my work?”
“…By all means.”
There was a long pause, wherein the click of expensive shoes against concrete receded into the distance. The pain was still ramping itself higher and higher, centered on his left arm and right leg and spreading like electric fire to flood his entire system. He shifted laboriously, hoping to alleviate the ache, but it only incited another flare, and the grey in his mind began to darken again.
“You, there,” the first voice came again.
“Yes, Mr. Tanaka?” A new voice; entirely unfamiliar.
“When he comes back for this one, I want you to take a photograph and send it to Niikura. Make sure you’re not seen.”
“…Sir?”
“It’s alright. The plan was always for Soejima to pluck at the spider’s web and hold his attention while I work at snapping the threads holding it together. I’m just moving things along a little faster.”
“As you will, sir.”
“Good man.”
It was the last thing Kyo heard before he sank back into blissful, pain-free oblivion. He had no way of knowing how much time passed while he was mentally shut down; it could have been a handful of moments, or several hours. By the time he’d surfaced, his system had flooded itself with enough endorphins that he could stand to remain awake, though just barely. His eyes opened this time, dazedly taking in the tiny concrete room whose floor he was sprawled across. Four solid walls, tiny barred windows on either side, a heavy door to the front, a toilet with a sink built into the top. Dried blood streaking across the floor, from the doorway to where he currently lay.
‘…fuck.’
“Otche nash, sushhij na nebesah!!”
Kyo took a deep breath and took careful stock of his body. Head; aching, but apparently unharmed.
“Da svjatitsja imja Tvojo…”
Right arm; intact. Left arm;-
“Nh!”
-severely damaged, but still functional. The bullet hadn’t hit bone, then – thank the gods for small mercies.
“Da pridjot Carstvo Tvojo…”
Torso; intact. Left leg; fatigued, but intact. Right leg;-
“ANH!”
-useless, and the attempt to move it very nearly knocked him out again.
“Da budet volja Tvoja, I na zemle, kak na nebe…”
Rolling over slowly, with great care and a litany of hissed curses, Kyo sat up and looked down at the unresponsive, agonized limb. The leg of his pants had been cut away, and the wound had been wrapped to keep him from bleeding out, but it was otherwise left untreated. There was dirt and so much blood caked, thick and black, all over his skin and clothing. The hole through his arm had been similarly bound.
“Hleb na nasushhnyj, Daj nam na sej den'…”
This was bad. He was severely crippled, in the custody of Takashi Soejima, a man who deeply hated his master, and was evidently planning some unimaginable cruelty for Kyo himself; and Shige Tanaka, who Kaoru had once counted among his more tenuous allies as not necessarily trustworthy, but not suspect either. Kaoru didn’t know where he was and even if he did, hadn’t Shinya already told him that they couldn’t save him if Soejima stole him? That he wasn’t worth starting a war over? No one would be coming for him… he would not be saved from this place
‘I… I’m going to die here… aren’t I?’
‘I’m going to be tortured… I’m going to break… and I’m going to die…’
‘I’ll have been nothing more than a pawn…’
Closing his eyes against the aching sting of tears, Kyo opened his mouth and spoke along with the gravelly voice that had been murmuring nearby.
“I p-prosti nam do-dolgi nashi, k-kak i my proshhaem… d-dolzhnikam nashim…”
Gods, but his Russian was terrible. Better than his English, by a long shot, but still… He hoped his neighbor forgave his clumsy intrusion. Faith – any faith – was something he grasped onto desperately; the only thing that could stave off the panic already building in his chest. The voice paused for a moment, and Kyo heard the faintest rattle of heavy chains. He felt the weight of curious ears, and continued the prayer.
“I n-ne vvedi nas v i-iskushenie, No iz-izbav' nas… ot l-lukavogo.”
Another shuffle, and as Kyo held his breath, the deep voice started up again, much closer this time, “Ibo Tvojo est' Carstvo, I sila i slava vo veki.”
Kyo released the breath he’d been holding, eyes sliding shut in relief. "Amin'."
"Amin'... Your Russian is terrible.”
Forcing a watery smile at the echo of his own thoughts, Kyo cast about for the source of the heavily accented voice now, thankfully, speaking his own language. He found a pair of electric-blue eyes staring at him through the tiny window on one of his side walls. He couldn’t see much, but his neighbor was apparently fairly tall, with heavy cheekbones, and either had very short hair or was bald. He had the vaguest memories of Takashi’s words back in the alleyway, and guessed that this was the man that he’d been standing over when Kyo had arrived. The body that Kyo’s had been tossed on top of when he was loaded so callously into the van; that he was now desperately relieved to learn had not been dead at the time.
“Sorry,” Kyo murmured softly, wiping the tears off his cheeks with a rough swipe.
“Do not be. Is always nicer to pray with another than to pray alone, yes?”
Kyo smiled a little and nodded. “It is. …My name is Kyo… what’s yours?”
His neighbor grinned widely, baring slightly jagged-looking teeth. “Ah-ah-ah! Is nice try, little Soroka! I will not give my name to man about to die. You can call me Medved.
This way, when you go to God, you will not be confused and tell Him I am responsible for your death with my real name, and He will not think I am killing innocents.”
“Me… Medved?” Not an easy name to pronounce, but Kyo did the best he could. “It means ‘bear,’ right?” Something powerful, but somewhat lacking in elegance and diplomacy. Fair enough. And Medved had called him Soroka; …magpie?
Medved chuckled and disappeared from view. If the clinking of chains and shuffling of cloth was any indication, he was settling in to sit under their shared window. “Very good! Your pronunciation is shit, but is okay; I cannot expect miracles too big from one so small. Is always nice to hear my mother tongue at all in this country.”
Kyo laughed weakly. “I’ll take that as a compliment, I guess...” He hitched up his unbroken leg and hugged it to his chest, trying to keep warm. “So… what are you in for?”
Medved snorted derisively. “I refused job from Soejima. He is not pleased, so he hunts me down and shoots me with… how do you call them… sleeping darts.” There was a snarl, and the sound of spitting as the voice continued in a disgusted tone, “Molodec protiv ovec, a protiv molodca – i sam ovca!”
Kyo puzzled over the exclamation before sorting it out as a proverb; something like ‘Brave while fighting against sheep, but against brave men, a sheep himself.’ It seemed like a reasonable appraisal of Soejima. “What kind of job?”
“To kill innocent man. I happily kill man who deserves death, of course. I know that killing is sin, but hope that God will forgive me some if I only take money to kill evil people. Soejima wants man killed only to start war, not because death is deserved. Is waste of life.”
Kyo swallowed a little. “…Do you… do you know who the man was?”
“I am to choose one from list of three! Is bullshit, yes?”
“I see…”
“And you?”
Kyo smiled bitterly. “I… was the fourth option, I guess. But the guy sent to kill me fucked it up, so now Soejima is going to… play with me first.”
“Ah, my apologies, then. If I had accepted this job, you would have died quickly.”
“I’m glad you didn’t. The other three… they’re my brothers. Everyone else Soejima and Tanaka sent failed, but I somehow get the feeling… you wouldn’t have.”
Medved’s voice was certain; not smug, but leaving no room for doubt. “No, I would not have.”
A door scraped open in the distance, and footsteps began to approach.
Kyo shivered, whispering, “I think… I think we’re going to die here, Medved…”
“Is very likely, yes. At least we will not die alone. Na miry i smert' krasna.”
‘…‘With company, even death loses its sting.’ ’
“I’m glad you’re here, too,” Kyo murmured. “…Though I’m sorry you got dragged into this.”
The door to Kyo’s cell creaked open, and he stared up at the unfamiliar man standing in the opening. The man didn’t speak a single word to him, just crossed the room and lifted Kyo by a fistful of the back of his shirt. Kyo grunted and pushed at the man with his good arm, trying to dig his foot into the ground to halt his half-carried march out into the hall, but there was very little he could do to stall his fate in his current condition.
Medved’s stoic voice drifted after him, “Esli Vy umiraete segodnja... umirajut s gordost'ju, Soroka.”
~*~
-“If you die today… die with pride, magpie.”-
Kyo wasn’t sure he was going to be able to follow Medved’s advice. He had never in his life experienced such perfect agony, and Takashi seemed to revel in his every horrified scream, his every shattered wail. Crooning constantly – like a madman, in the sweetest tones – that he wanted to know what was inside Kyo that Kaoru so coveted, the man had peeled away Kyo’s bandages and set to exploring his bullet wounds. A sadistic grin belying inquisitive words, he shoved long fingers into the holes, tearing them further and feeling the blonde’s flesh from the inside. Blood pooled up from the barely-healing wounds as the blonde thrashed wildly against his restraints, sobbing and trying to escape the invasion. Every time the pain got to be too much, and Kyo’s voice broke into silent screams under the strain, the man seemed to shiver with pleasure.
Without knowing if this had gone on for mere moments or countless hours, Kyo had found himself begging his captor to stop, crying and pleading for any kind of mercy. When a shattered bone fragment in Kyo’s knee had been pushed around – jiggled – by the probing digit, turning his stomach and sending jolts of electric anguish through his spine, he had vomited and passed out. His body and mind were simply no longer able to hold up under the assault. It was a short-lived respite, however; cold water was now being dumped over him, washing away most of his mess and bringing him coughing and sputtering back to consciousness.
Takashi chuckled a bit and leaned on the table next to where Kyo’s left arm was strapped down. “Ah, little banshee… your screams are even more addictive than I’d imagined. I only wish I had more time to spend with you. But alas, work is so demanding these days, so we’ll have to make good use of the time we have.”
“N-… no more… please… p-please no more…”
The taller man ran one bloodied thumb – the thumb that had just been inside Kyo’s knee – over the blonde’s lower lip, and Kyo jerked his head away, choking on a hysterical sob. Takashi only laughed, smearing the blood down the younger man’s chin and neck to his chest, playing curiously over the rope that had previously been hidden under a now-discarded shirt. One length over his quivering stomach was grabbed and slowly, steadily pulled and Kyo whimpered, trying to follow the pull as the loops around his genitals squeezed horribly.
“AGH! STOP! OH GODS, PLEASE STOP, PLEASE?!”
“Mmm… credit where it’s due, Niikura always did have such a way with his rope games…”
Takashi’s other hand slid down to undo the fly of his captive’s pants so he could watch the rope’s slow, constricting slide. Kyo arched as high as the restraints would allow, a shrill wail escaping him as the rope was pulled and pulled and pulled, until he began to truly fear his flesh was going to be cut off. The abuse on such sensitive flesh was sending vicious, burning lightning through his system until his every nerve sang with jarring agony, sending him into helpless spasms in a purely instinctive attempt to escape the pain. Humming pleasurably at the scream, Takashi released the rope and Kyo dropped back onto the table, panting and crying.
“You bleed beautifully as well… a nice, steady flow over such smooth, pretty skin… quite the treat,” Takashi murmured. “You know… I would like to take something away from you.”
“No!” Kyo sobbed, trying to squirm away from the man in spite of the torment his every movement incited. The words were particularly foreboding after the assault on his privates and pure horror gripped him at the core. “No, no, no, please, no, please stop, please?!”
“It’s okay,” Takashi assured him with a sickeningly sweet voice, one hand holding his cheek in a mockery of affection while his other fished a tiny vial out of his shirt pocket. “It’ll be a nice bonding experience for you and me. Something we can have in common.”
Takashi climbed up on the table, straddling Kyo’s torso as he unscrewed the cap on the tiny vial. It had a little dropper over the mouth. Kyo panicked, screaming and thrashing with everything he had as the older man grabbed a fistful of his hair to keep his head in place as the bottle was positioned over his right eye.
“You know, it wasn’t actually Kaoru who cut my face and ruined my eye. No… I had the fucker pinned and I was ready to stab him through the heart, I was so tired of him always trying to ruin Osamu. Nnnh, I hate to admit it, but he looked so fucking good under me… the thought of killing him made me so goddamn hard.”
A single drop escaped the bottle and landed on Kyo’s eye and he shrieked, his voice hitting an inhuman pitch of sheer, unadulterated agony as it felt like the organ was melting inside the socket. More drops followed, and every single one was a fresh, fiery shock to his system. As he flailed, wildly trying to escape this latest torment, Takashi’s hips ground against his heaving abdomen, a telltale heat and stiffness rubbing insistently against him.
“But Osamu… if Osamu had one weakness, it was that worthless brother of his. Kaoru turned him against me, my best friend! Can you imagine? He fought me to save the little shit, and wound up catching me across the face with my own fucking blade. But it wasn’t enough for Kaoru, oh no! He had to kill him, had to take him away from me! And I will never… never forgive him for it.”
Kyo sobbed hysterically as wet heat pooled around his right eye, trying to determine if it was tears or blood. He could still feel the orb moving, intact and mobile beneath his eyelids, but even if he forced himself to open the eye, his vision on that side had gone all black. Pain was driving like a spike directly into his brain on that side, mingling with the agony in his limbs and tearing him apart. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take, and worse, he couldn’t think of anything to convince him to hold out through this torture. No one was coming to save him, he had nothing to offer that might convince Takashi to end his suffering, and he certainly wasn’t in any shape to fight or run; there was no escape from this place until he died.
Takashi was still rocking against him, his sweat- and blood-slicked frame sliding against the table and dragging at his restrains under the larger man’s movements. Kyo heard the rasp of a zipper, felt the sickening drag of overheated flesh grinding directly into his belly, before the rope around him constricted again, brutally. As his head threw back into a scream his throat couldn’t fully support, he heard a low moan and a growled expletive before another bodily fluid was added to the mess covering him.
“Aaahhhh… beautiful,” Takashi purred. “Such a shame I can’t fuck you… but I simply couldn’t stand to sully myself with Niikura’s leftovers.” He slid off of his victim then, languidly undoing the restraints binding him to the table and walking towards the door. “I think I’m spent for the evening. I have to save something for tomorrow, right? Can’t use you up all at once.”
“No…” Kyo sobbed weakly, his voice dropping to a shaky whimper. “No more… please… no more… no more… please… no more…”
“Ah, such a sweet little banshee… you know, I’m not without sympathy. How about this: if you can make it past this door in the next,” Takashi checked his watch, “let’s say five minutes, I will release you back into Niikura’s custody. How’s that?”
Kyo just stared at him, horrified and trying to catch his breath, his one functioning eye rolling wildly back and forth between his tormentor and the door.
Takashi smiled sweetly and glanced down at his watch again. “Four minutes, thirty seconds…”
Kyo gasped and forced himself to move, rolling off of the table to hit the floor with a sickening thud. It hurt – gods did it hurt – but at this point, all the suffering was flowing together into one static haze, chewing once more at the edge of his consciousness. His hearing was cutting in and out, and the world around him was beginning to blur and fade. He clung to the pain desperately, struggling to stay awake this time. With one working leg and arms that moved slowly, clumsily through thick misery, the blonde began to drag himself towards the door, desperate for freedom he’d been promised. He couldn’t stop to think of his pride, couldn’t stop to think that his captor was almost certainly lying to him; he just had to get out of this place.
“Three minutes.”
‘Kaoru…’
‘If I can just make it that far…’
‘Kaoru will help me… He’ll make everything better…’
‘He’ll make the pain stop…’
“Two minutes… come on, little banshee, you’re so close!”
Kyo sobbed as he felt his mind drifting further and further away from his body, even as he strained for the exit. Every part of him just hurt so much, and his every movement made it all so much worse. He was less than half a meter away from the door, one shaking hand stretching out for the portal that could make all of his aches go away, when the blackness swept up over him. As his body shut itself down once more, the last thing he registered was Takashi’s voice overhead, laughing indulgently.

A/N - I don't know any Russian, so all of the above was pulled from the internet; please forgive any mistakes (and I'm sure there are many). And apparently AFF.net doesn't like Cyrillic, so I had to go back and run everything through a converter to get it put into Latin characters, which is a terrible disappointment. The original version can be found in my alternate archives, if you want that one.
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