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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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The sound of an unmoving body being dragged across cement was a distinctive one. A massive frame pushed itself up easily from the floor, crossing a tiny room with the dull clank of ankle manacles, and electric blue eyes watched from the shadows through the window as Kyo was returned to his cell. Medved’s little neighbor was looking the worse for wear; his bullet wounds unwrapped and bleeding sluggishly, the flesh around his right eye horribly swollen and red, his face still baring the hallmarks of agonized sobbing and screaming. He was lifeless, but two guards attended him this time. One was dragging his limp form by the lengths of rope crossing artfully over his back, the other holding a small box of plastic bottles. The first dropped his burden in the center of the room unceremoniously, wiping his hands on his pants with a disgusted look on his face before heading back for the exit. The second stopped him with one hand, gesturing to the still form derisively.
“Boss said to make sure this one eats.”
“What?” The first guard grimaced. “How am I supposed to do that? He’s covered in blood and spunk and gods-know-what-else, I don’t want to touch him!”
The second gave him a hard look. “You ditch this just to keep your hands clean and we’re both going to be next on Soejima’s list. You want that?”
The first hesitated, then grumbled and rolled Kyo over with one foot, kneeling to grab him by the chain around his neck with one hand and slap him with the other. “Hey! Wake up!”
“Here, go sit him up against the wall. How much do you suppose he weighs?” the second asked, setting his box down and digging a couple bottles out.
The first grunted, dragging their captive to the far wall and propping him up against it. “The fuck should I know? Forty, maybe forty-five kilos? Two bottles should be fine.” He growled, shaking the blonde impatiently and slapping him again. “WAKE UP!”
Kyo jerked a bit, crying out hoarsely and trying to make sense of his surroundings as his one eye fluttered in dazed bewilderment. In the shadows beyond the tiny window, Medved sighed a bit in relief. The little bird wasn’t entirely lost, then; that was good. Kyo was his diversion. The longer he could hold out, the longer Medved had to seek a way out of this prison before Soejima’s attention turned to him. He was very sure that after the first session with that madman, he’d be too injured to manage much, and after the noises he’d heard earlier, he’d started to worry that he and his tiny neighbor were going to meet their deaths before an opportunity for escape presented itself.
Besides, he kind of liked Kyo. The fragile-looking scrap of a man in the next cell over was the only company he had, and the fact that the blonde spoke even some clumsy approximation of his native tongue was terribly endearing.
The second guard shoved one of the bottles under his nose. “Drink this.”
Kyo reeled back, startled and instantly wary. “Wha-? No!”
“I wasn’t asking. Come on, open up!”
The second guard batted away the weak arms trying to hold him off, pinning one against the wall and leaning in to press the mouth of the first of two bottles against their prisoner’s lips. His remaining free arm – the injured one – continued to push desperately but ineffectually at the men pinning him down until the first guard caught it and held it aside as well.
“I don’t want it!” Kyo cried out as he tried to duck and squirm away from the bottle, shaking his head frantically.
“Just fucking drink it, you little shit,” the first guard snarled, one hand lashing out to punch at the side of the blonde’s face. “I’ll break your damn jaw if I have to; it’s not like Soejima needs you for information!”
“No! Leave me alo-GKH!”
They managed to shove the bottle past his teeth and he gagged immediately as a thick fluid tasting of fake bananas, vitamins, and chalk flooded his throat without warning. His head knocked against the wall and he spasmed, coughing and sputtering around the bottle as he jerked his head side to side in an attempt to escape. The first guard grabbed him by the jaw and held him in place while the second squeezed the bottle, pushing the foul substance down his throat as he kicked and squirmed against them. In this manner, they managed to get most of both bottles into their thrashing captive, and Kyo only managed to spend what little energy he had left on top of aggravating his injuries.
When the bottles were empty, the guards released the blonde and he pitched to one side, gasping for air. His entire body shuddered as he retched, curling up around his stomach when it railed in protest of the fluid forced into it. The guards stood, the first snarling in disgust at the mess on his hands and moving to wash them in the tiny sink as the second recollected his supplies.
“Here,” the second grunted, tossing a couple rolls of gauze to the ground by Kyo’s face. “You puke and we’re staying in here until you’ve licked up every last drop, understand?”
Kyo’s eye widened and he clamped both hands over his mouth, pressing further down against the floor as he nodded. The guards left, slamming the door behind them, and Medved moved away from the window to settle back into his previous position sitting against the back wall of is cell. He already knew the chains around his ankles prevented him from reaching them when they opened his door next, so he made no move to attack them, biding his time. A faint smirk did tug at his lips, however, when he noted that they were much less cocky in his cell than they had been in Kyo’s. Brave when fighting against sheep…
“How… how much do you think he weighs?” the second guard muttered.
“I don’t know!” the first growled back, irritated, then turned his attention back to Medved. “…Hey, Russian! How much do you weigh?”
Medved just stared at them. The less these idiots knew about him, the better, and the less intelligent they thought he was, the less careful they would be around him. Happily, most people in this country seemed to automatically assume he was nothing more than a big, dumb ox.
“Stupid fucker. Come on, you have to speak some Japanese!” The guard tried again, speaking very loudly, “How. Much. Do. You. Weigh? Weight? Your weight?! Kilos! You!”
Too easy. Medved spoke then, letting his accent drop to an almost incomprehensible slur. “Kilo? Hundred-three-ten kilo.”
“…Did he just say he’s a hundred and thirty fucking kilos?!” The second guard whispered.
“Just… just fucking give him the bottles and let’s get out of here,” the first responded, one hand resting anxiously over where his gun was hidden.
The second counted out seven bottles and tossed them towards Medved, keeping well out of the larger man’s reach. The Russian just stared at them, keeping his face impassive as they backed out of his room in a poorly-concealed hurry that had him struggling to contain his laughter. When he heard the hallway door shut, he grabbed one of the bottles and went back to the window, peering through at his little neighbor.
Kyo had managed to drag himself onto the toilet, straddling it backwards as he used the sink mounted on the tank to clean up as much as possible. He seemed to be switching between flushing his right eye – grimacing painfully at the water’s sting – and rinsing the mess of blood, sweat, cum, vomit, and the thick liquid he’d been force-fed off of his face and torso. Medved was reminded of a gory little bird in a birdbath.
“Oi, Soroka,” he called, holding the bottle up to the bars, “What does this say? I cannot read your ridiculous alphabet.”
Kyo glanced up at him, blinking against the water dripping over his face and squinting a bit to see the item in question. He didn’t actually need to read the text, though; he’d lived on the damned things for a while when he’d been homeless and a sale made them the cheapest “food” he could find. “…It’s a… it’s like a cheap meal-replacement drink. A protein shake. Banana flavored.”
Medved grunted and opened the bottle, taking a drink and immediately pulling a face. “Is disgusting!”
Kyo gave a weak little laugh that almost broke into a sob at the end. “Yeah… yeah, I know it is.”
Medved left to collect the rest of his bottles, settling back down to systematically force them down one at a time. They were foul, but he needed to keep himself strong if he were ever to escape. And besides, he’d eaten worse in his life. For a while, the white noise of water splashing around in the next room was the only sound between them.
“…Medved?” Kyo’s voice came at length, sounding a little unsure.
“Yes?”
“Can… will you… talk to me? I… I don’t want to fall asleep again…” He was desperately tired, but he hurt so much, he was a little afraid that if he went to sleep now, he’d never wake up again. And he had the feeling that if he did wake up, it would be because he was being taken for another session with Soejima. So he was trying to stay awake as long as possible.
“Of course. What would you like to talk about?”
“Umm… hmm… What’s your home like?”
Medved cocked his head. “My home in Russia, or the place I am living at now?”
“…I don’t know. Both, I guess? What… what were you taken away from?”
“Ahh.” Medved leaned back against the wall. “Is too long of story, I think.”
“Will you tell me the short version?”
“Hmm… Few years ago, I was hitman in Russia. Is all I have ever done, and I am very big and strong, so I am very good at this. But, I came here to escape some people who are… not so fond of me, because I took job to kill some of their friends. They already killed my wife and son, and I am from orphanage, so there is anything for me to go back for. Is not so bad here, anyways. I share building with others from my homeland who help me get settled, and we take jobs as bodyguards or hitmen for your country’s mafias. Soejima calls on us often to do his dirty work for him. Getting caught like this is always risk we take in our type of work, but is embarrassing, yes?”
“I guess… You had a wife? What was she like?”
“Oh yes. My Yeva…” Medved chuckled, closing his eyes in remembrance. “She was beautiful woman. Gold hair, fine skin… and the most amazing breasts! She was little, only tiny bit taller than you, but stubborn and wild as hellcat; she killed three of the men sent after me before they got her. And she gave me good, strong son, though he almost killed her, he was so big.”
“Like his father, I take it?” Kyo guessed wryly, having caught part of the conversation before about his neighbor’s weight.
“Of course!”
“How tall are you?”
Medved grinned. “About two meters. I am tall even for my people; in your country, I am giant.”
Kyo sputtered, taken aback. The logistics of a woman his own size being with a man that big absolutely boggled his mind. Swallowing, he asked, “Do you miss them? Your wife and son, I mean?”
“Of course. But, they are waiting for me now in Heaven, so I do not mourn their passing. I can be patient until is my time to die and see them again.”
The blonde shook his head, setting to wrapping his wounds with the gauze he’d been given now that he had himself as clean as he could get. It was a bit dizzying with only his left eye, but he was terrified to open his right. The sting of whatever Soejima had put into it was gone since he’d rinsed the chemicals away, but he had no way of knowing if it was working anymore, and he was too afraid of the possibility that he’d been blinded to test it. The dizziness might also have been due to his exhaustion, but he continued to fight against that with everything he had. It was getting hard to think of other things to ask his neighbor, though.
Medved took care of that problem for him. “…Well, Soroka?”
“Huh?”
“I told you about my home. Now you are supposed to be polite and tell me about yours.”
“Oh…” Kyo shifted a bit, uncomfortable. “I… don’t know if there’s a short version for how I got to be where I am now.”
“Is fine. We have plenty of time, yes?”
Kyo frowned, trying to think of an appropriate starting point. “…Well… I had this friend named Kisaki… and he liked to gamble…”
~*~
Toshiya chewed on his thumbnail nervously, curled up in a cushioned chair with his free arm looped loosely around his legs, watching his boss with worried eyes. Shinya occupied the chair next to him, staring resolutely at the floor in front of his feet, hands wrapped gently around Miyu, who was curled up in his lap. Before them, Kaoru paced restlessly, arms crossed over his chest, visibly fuming with pent up rage and frustration. He didn’t look like he’d slept much that night. The silence had been stretching on between them for over an hour now as they waited on their fourth.
At length, the office door opened with a soft whisper of a breeze from the hallway, and all three heads swiveled to watch as Die stepped inside, shutting the door again behind him. He had clearly not slept at all, having been out all night organizing the search teams. The clothes he’d worn to the club were streaked with sweat and street grime, and dark circles weighed heavily under his eyes. Crossing the room silently, his every movement carrying the obvious strain of exhaustion, he sank into the chair on the other side of Toshiya’s and ran one hand through his hair.
“…Well?” Kaoru demanded.
Die shook his head, not meeting his boss’s eyes. “The dogs followed the trail to an alleyway, and we found the body of the guy that shot him in a dumpster, but… no Kyo.”
“Fuck!” Kaoru hissed, resuming his pacing.
“He… he may have been… shot again,” Die continued reluctantly. “There was a second blood puddle with some drag marks, and… more spent casings than bullets in the attacker.”
Kaoru seethed, teeth bared but saying nothing. He moved like a caged beast; blood boiling, yearning to lash out and sink his claws into those who dared oppose his will, but unable to see or reach his tormentors. If there was one thing he hated – completely and unequivocally – it was being helpless in the face of anything that threatened to take away the things he had strived for so long to obtain in his life. He had worked so hard and lost so much to earn his family, his home, his stability and his power, and now someone was plucking at the threads of the web he’d fought so damn hard to spin. It drove him mad in a way that few things could.
“What are you going to do if we find him, Kao?” Toshiya wondered gently.
“I’m going to fucking murder whoever took him!” Kaoru hissed, his temper flaring wildly. “What do you think I’m going to do?!”
Toshiya flinched a little and ducked his head.
“Kaoru… come on, now,” Shinya scolded, gently. “We’re all upset, but you have to be rational; you know we can’t start a full-on war over one person, especially not a courtesan. Not even our closest allies will support us.”
Kaoru’s fist shot out once, and a hole appeared in the plaster wall of his office.
“He was a companion, Kao,” Die sighed tiredly. “I liked him – we all did – but I feel like someone’s trying to piss you off enough to make some really bad decisions… and it’s working.”
“You’re goddamn right it’s working! He’s mine, do you understand me?! Mine! My property! And somebody fucking stole him!” Kaoru took a deep breath to stabilize himself, then waved a dismissive hand angrily. “What does it fucking matter what I would do anyway; we’re no closer to finding the bastard that’s screwing with me. Totchi’s been stabbed, there have been two attempts on Shinya, and one on you, and now Kyo’s been shot and kidnapped, and we have nothing.”
Shinya held Miyu closer, closing his eyes, and Toshiya tried to muffle a dejected sniffle in the sleeve of his sweater. Die just hung his head, unable to watch Kaoru’s frenzied pacing when he felt like he’d let his best friend down so badly. Again. Another stretch of unbearable silence thickened the air in the room as everyone tried to come to terms with their latest loss, and what the attack might mean for the rest of the family.
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