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Miwaku no Zakuro	By : Tcharlatan Category: > Kyo/Kaoru Views: 2861 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Medved watched on in silence as Kyo was returned to his holding cell, carelessly tossed to the floor with a sickening sound of bare flesh hitting stone. He was conscious this time, if only just, and he writhed where he landed, his every movement stiff and slow with agony as he fought to ease his pain, desperate for relief when every position was equally excruciating. The Russian was reminded of a caterpillar in the throes of death, twisting helplessly against its own suffering. When the guards went to feed him, Kyo hardly had any strength left to fight back; they simply pinned him to the ground on his back and pried his mouth open, jamming the first bottle in. With blood flooding one nostril from where his piercing had been cut out, he struggled to breathe, grabbing weakly at the hand holding the bottle in his mouth, and he choked more than once, but his struggles were entirely ineffective, and the guards paid them little mind.
Once he was sure Kyo was at least still alive, Medved left the window to wait for them to deliver his protein shakes, not wanting to be caught showing any kind of concern or interest for his neighbor. As soon as he received his own “meal” for the day, he went back, intending to talk some more. But when he caught sight of the smaller man this time, he caught himself, frowning. Kyo was lying curled on his side where he’d been left, clutching his stomach and taking deep, shaking breaths, probably trying to keep himself from throwing up. His back was facing their shared wall, and the thick streaks of blood staining the backs of his thighs spoke loudly of a very specific abuse, standing out even among his extensive collection of injuries.
Medved had been living and working with or around various criminal organizations for most of his life, and he was deeply accustomed to violence against even innocent people. But there were certain acts that he believed no human being should ever be subjected to – acts that were unforgivable whether the victim was good or evil – and to know that such a cruelty had been committed to his tragically good-natured little neighbor was a bit sickening, even for him.
“…Soroka?” he called cautiously.
At length, a dark gold eye came around to peer over a hunched shoulder; barely half-open, unfocused and full of desperation and despair, laced with burgeoning madness. Kyo was breaking. He knew he was breaking – they both did, at this point – and he was fighting it as best he could, but with so much pushing him towards the edge of his sanity and so little to hold onto to keep him stable, it was a losing battle. Sniffling, he tipped his face up to offer his neighbor a wavering smile.
“I p-punched him in the face…”
Medved laughed softly. “Is good work, little bird.”
Kyo’s smile faded and he laid his head back down to hide it from view as his voice trembled with bitter hopelessness and exhaustion. “…I think part of me was hoping he would kill me for it…”
“…You are giving up?”
“I… I don’t know… the idea of death still terrifies me, but I… I don’t know how much I can-… it just hurts so much… I’m sorry. I know… I know after I’m gone, that he’s going to go after you…”
“Do not worry for me. I am very big and strong, yes? I do not need protection from cowardly, one-eye rats.”
“Heh, I guess not…” Swallowing nervously, Kyo unfolded his hand to stare at his broken collar. “…If… if you do make it out of here, and I… don’t… will you do something for me?”
“Maybe. What do you want? If is killing Soejima, I am already very ahead of you.”
“No, I… I just need someone to tell my master what he and Tanaka are planning.”
“You are not dead yet, Soroka.”
Kyo cringed at the reproachful tone, his voice cracking in desperation. “I-I know, but it… I think it’s going to happen, and if it does I need to know that my family… My master, and Shinya, Totchi, and Die… I need to know that they’re going to be okay. I don’t want them to get hurt; I don’t want to be the catalyst for the war that ruins them! I couldn’t stand it, I-”
“Alright, alright. Do not get so excited, I will make sure your Niikura knows. But for now, you still are living, so you go to your birdbath for cleaning and we will not speak of such things any further.”
Appeased, a great deal of tension drained out of Kyo. It was a distinct relief, knowing that even if he died here, there was a chance at least the others would be okay. Maybe it would be enough that his spirit would rest peacefully. Deflated now that that worry had been stripped away, he murmured wearily, “I don’t think I can make it… It hurts to move...”
“Do not be baby. Come, your arm already is looking infected, you must clean yourself.”
“But I’m so tired…”
“You can sleep after you are clean. You are being offensive to my… delicate sensibilities,” Medved asserted, overpronouncing the last two words as if they were unfamiliar to him. “I have no other things to look at in here; is your responsibility to stay pretty for your friendly neighbor, yes?”
Kyo closed his eye for a moment and just smiled to himself. Even if Medved was even the slightest bit homosexual – which neither of them believed for a second – the blonde was very sure that his own battered frame was nothing worth looking at to anyone but sociopaths like Soejima. He never thought he’d been all that pretty to begin with; he was a hopeless wreck now. But the man’s sarcasm and rather brusque attempt at humor really did help lift some of the weight of the horror of their situation from Kyo’s heart, and he was deeply thankful for the slight reprieve. And so, gritting his teeth, and gripping his broken collar tightly in one hand, he began the arduous task of dragging himself over to the sink to oblige his companion.
It was a long trip. He was dizzy and tired, and it felt like he was sweating despite being freezing cold. His left hand was all-but useless for the grip he held on his collar, blinding sharp pain stabbed at him from a vicious bruise in his side if he reached too far forward, and the pain in his backside made moving even his uninjured leg agonizing. And even after he made it and managed the ungainly, unbearable climb onto the toilet seat to face the sink, he had to brace himself against the wall for several minutes while his vision swam and his ears rang. The guards hadn’t left him new bandages, so he had to wash his old ones as best he could and reuse them.
All told, it took well over an hour before he managed to get himself cleaned up. Being free of all the blood – and Soejima’s cum, which he had scrubbed at until his skin was raw – was a welcome relief, but it left him colder than ever, and exhausted to the bone. Every movement took so much from him, hurt him in so many places no matter what care he took, that more than once, the temptation to just let himself fall off of his perch and pass out wherever he landed was almost overwhelming. He persevered, however; not for his own sake, because he held so little hope for himself anymore, but for Medved’s, because he didn’t want to let the man down.
“There…” he breathed tiredly, wiping as much water off of himself as he could. With some effort, he managed to lever himself off the toilet and over to the floor underneath the shared window where he preferred to rest. “Happy now?”
“Very much,” Medved responded congenially. “Here.”
There was some rustling just before a wad of something soft and warm landed on Kyo’s head. He blinked and fumbled at it for a moment until he managed to unfold it into its proper form; a simple, grey cotton tee-shirt. It was streaked with dirt in several places, smelled very much like a man had been wearing it for a couple days, and probably could have fit four or five of him at once comfortably, but still his eyes watered with gratitude. He squirmed his way into it, tucking his leg up inside as well and clutching the remaining folds to himself as he tried his very best not to cry.
“Th-… thank you, Medved,” Kyo whispered.
“Is not problem. Your people cannot handle the cold like we Russians, I know.”
Kyo hid a smile in the folds of the gifted shirt and closed his eye, finally giving in to the need to sleep. As he drifted off, he thought he heard his neighbor continue to speak, but wasn’t entirely sure if it was real or the beginning whispers of a dream, so he thought little of it.
“You know, Soroka… you are good person, I think. Like tiny version of the man I hoped my son would be.”
~*~
The intruder’s heart was racing, and he took a minute to shiver against a feeling he hadn’t experienced in many years. Apprehension, anticipation, confidence, righteousness, satisfaction; all rolled into one deliciously exhilarating rush. This had always been his place in life, not that well lit office, trapped between a cushy chair and a pile of paperwork. This; scaling the walls of mansions, flitting from shadow to shadow down darkened hallways, dodging security guards in a silent dance whose every step toed the line between life and death. This; one hand clamping over an obstacle’s mouth while the other slipped a hair-thin needle into their straining neck, easing men twice his size to the ground without a sound as they succumbed to his poisonous will, feeling tension drain from powerful bodies as life or consciousness slipped away. This; coming to stand in his target’s bedroom, shutting and locking the door behind himself, trapping his victim inside and sealing their fate. This was the only place he felt truly alive, the only thing that challenged him.
Tonight’s target in particular brought an unusual bloodlust to his heart, and his cheeks flushed with the thrill of the hunt.
Stripping off the mask that had protected his identity on his trip through the compound, Kaoru moved with well-honed grace and silence about the room. With practiced motions, he fixed a little camera to one of the bedposts before setting to carefully draping and winding ropes loosely around the figure on the bed before him. Never touching enough to startle, never constricting enough to rouse, never shifting the man enough to wake him as the web was spun. It was a delicate, time-consuming effort, and one that he very rarely indulged in even when he’d been working as a hitman just because it was so very dangerous. But the only other safe option was a quick, painless death while his victim slept, and this man deserved no such mercies.
Only when every last coil was in place did he wind the trailing end around his wrist and haul on it with all of his weight, pulling the entire series of knots and loops taut and pinning his prey down against the mattress before securing the end around a heavy bedpost. The reaction was immediate; the body on the bed wrenched and strained against the binding, a single black eye snapping open to roll about wildly as an incomprehensible, shocked curse escaped snarling lips. When that eye settled on the ominous shadow at the foot of the bed, Kaoru smirked, and Takashi Soejima went very still, hatred hanging thick in the air between them. The camera clicked and whirred-
~FLASH~
“Niikura, you spineless son of a bitch!” Soejima hissed, jerking at the ropes holding him in place. “What the fuck is this?! You sneak into my house and tie me down rather than confront me face to face?! Are you too much of a coward to take me in a fight like a man?!”
Kaoru smiled sweetly. “A fight between men requires more than one man, Soejima, and you are no man. You’re nothing but a pest, and I’ve come to see to it that you’ll die like one.” Stepping up onto the bed, he moved in a low crouch, coming up to kneel over the bound man, his eyes bright with predatory thrill as he continued, “Besides, you’re the one sneaking about, hiring thugs to go after my brothers, and kidnapping my pet when that failed. And it looks like even he managed to knock you around a bit. Bit off a little more than you could chew, hmm?”
~FLASH~
Soejima snarled and jerked at the ropes, furious that Kaoru had guessed where the bruises and abrasions on his face had come from. “I will kil-”
Kaoru punched him once, knocking the reviled face to one side with the force of the blow. “Shut up. Now, the way I see it, my family has suffered grievances from three parts of you. The rest of you is not worth my consideration, so you might survive this, assuming any of your people give enough of a damn about you to keep you from bleeding out after I leave.” Snapping on a pair of latex gloves from his pocket, he pulled a single gleaming needle from the brace around his wrist. “Personally, I have my doubts.”
“FUCK YOU, NIIKURA! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME! YOU’RE TRASH! THAT’S ALL YOU’VE EVER BEEN AND ALL YOU’LL EVER BE! If you were HALF the man Osamu wa- GK!”
~FLASH~
“First this,” Kaoru murmured, grabbing Soejima by the throat and slipping the needle between the man’s lips when he went to gasp for air. He pierced the tongue that planted Soejima's corruption into his brother, driving him to madness and leading him to hurt others in his search for solace.
Soejima’s eye went wide, bucking wildly as a vicious blackness began to spread over his tongue from the puncture point, carrying with it a burning, inescapable agony. His curses became incoherent, garbled as the muscle began to slowly melt and rot away inside his mouth. Soejima realized, all at once, that there was no way out of this; his guards were likely dead, and Kaoru had come as an assassin, alone and unseen, when no one was expecting him. For the first time in his life, Soejima knew fear and helplessness.
“And then there’s this,” Kaoru continued, disgust evident as he yanked the front of the older man’s pajama pants down-
~FLASH~
-tuning out a gurgling shriek as he rammed his needle into more sensitive flesh. Poison spread through the organ that caused Die’s nightmares following the night Soejima tried to defile him, and to this day made Shinya flinch from unexpected touches.
Kaoru was no sadist. He didn’t derive pleasure from harming or killing others, even if he was unusually gifted at it. But this wasn’t for him; not anymore. This was for his family, and the final delicate threads of innocence they clung to, so nearly destroyed by this man’s malice. For Shinya’s tempered determination and for Toshiya’s persevering optimism. For Die’s unwavering devotion, and Kyo’s enduring faith. For the faded memory of a scrawny kid from the slums, who would do anything to find a safe, secure home for himself and his little brother. For them, he savored Soejima’s every horrified wail and agonized shudder as he took his retribution.
“And finally, these.” The needle pressed between the fingers of clenched fists, piercing through thin webbing into the thicker flesh of both hands one by one. Ruining what had exchanged money for Toshiya lying broken on the floor of a filthy nightclub, choking on his own blood, and broke the promise Kaoru had made to Kyo that he would never be hurt so long as he behaved himself.
~FLASH~
Kaoru’s eyelids lowered almost meditatively as he watched Soejima writhe. Blood and black, putrid ooze were bubbling out of the man’s mouth now, and his crotch was a hideous mess of gradually-dissolving flesh. It was sort of fascinating. Kaoru hadn’t used this particular poison since he first realized its effects so many years ago; it was too slow, too destructive, too cruel for even his tastes. He’d refined a fresh batch of it after Toshiya had been stabbed, and he was deeply satisfied to see that at least one of the men responsible for the assault was paying for the offense.
“I don’t know if you’ll die tonight, Soejima. If you do, I hope you go knowing that you won’t be mourned. No one will cry at your funeral. No one will drink to your name. No one will sigh wistfully, wondering if you’re in a better place. All who knew you will rejoice, knowing that you’re rotting in hell. If you’re lucky, I’ll get exceptionally drunk one night and stop by to piss on your grave. It’ll be the only visit you get.”
~FLASH~
Peeling off his gloves and tucking them back into his pocket – more out of habit than any real concern for leaving behind evidence – Kaoru recollected his camera and threw open the window, climbing onto the sill. Voices had collected on the other side of the bedroom door, and those outside were beginning to shake at the handle. Any second now, they would set to trying to break the thing down in response to Soejima’s screams, and Kaoru couldn’t be caught here. Sparing one last pitiless glance at the ruined man who dared cross him so many times, he pulled his mask back on and set out to meet up with his partner in crime.
~*~
Pain. Cold skin. Pain. Hot core. Pain. Sickness. Pain.
‘Sleep… just want to sleep…’
Pain. Bones weighed down by exhaustion. Pain. Muscles made weak by exertion. Pain.
‘It doesn’t hurt so much when I sleep…’
Pain. Hands grabbing at him; shaking, pulling, dragging him back towards consciousness. Pain.
‘What?’
One eye fluttered open, taking in a black-clad figure looming over him.
‘No… no more… can’t take any more…!’
Dazed and terrified, Kyo cried out hoarsely, pushing at the hands on his arms. He didn’t want to go back! He didn’t want Soejima to touch him again! He didn’t want to hurt anymore! He just wanted to sleep, until the end of days came and the world came crashing down around his ears. But he was too weak; the hands grabbing him didn’t so much as budge from his struggles, and desperation caught him by the throat.
Slowly, the static in his ears resolved into a heart-wrenchingly familiar voice. “-tle brother! Wake up! It’s me, come on, you have to wake up! Shit, you’re burning up…”
The figure over him removed one hand, lifting it to peel away its mask, letting loose a wild fall of blood-red hair over worried eyes. Kyo stared up at the man, unmoving, uncomprehending, unsure of what he was seeing. So dear to him, an answer to his prayers, and yet… it was so hard to believe – hurt so badly to believe. Surely this was just another cruel dream. Surely he had succumbed to madness. Surely nothing this good could ever happen to him, and to take solace in this vision would only end in more pain and suffering because that was all he was allowed anymore. But the image didn’t fade or shift, and the beloved redhead grinned at him as recognition slowly began to settle in.
“D-… Die?”
“Yeah, little brother, it’s me. Sorry I took so long.”
Kyo’s vision blurred as his eye watered and he flung his battered arms around the older man’s neck, weeping desperately, “Die! Die, Die, Die, Die, Die…!!!”
“Shhh, I’ve got you, you’re alright,” Die murmured gently, tugging his mask back on one-handed before wrapping his arms around Kyo’s hips and hoisting him up. “I’m going to get you out of here, but I need you to hang on and stay very quiet, okay?”
Kyo didn’t need any further incentive to cling to Die with everything he had. He couldn’t support his own weight, and only one of his hands was capable of gripping onto the man, but all that he could do, he did. His head swam horribly as Die stood and spun, heading out into the hall, but when they turned to one side to move away from the holding area, panic gripped him.
“Wait, no, stop!” he cried, tugging frantically at the redhead’s shirt. “Stop, you have to stop!”
“Shhhhh!” Die hissed anxiously. “What’s wrong?”
Kyo pointed anxiously to the door next to his own. “Medved! W-we can’t leave him here!”
“Kyo, we don’t have time for-”
“Please?! Die, please, I can’t leave him!” It was so hard to think, his head was so foggy, but this much he could manage. He had to. “He’s… he’s my friend and… he’s here because he wouldn’t kill you and Shinya and Totchi and Soejima is… he’s going to hurt him if I’m not here! Please… please don’t leave him, please?!”
“Alright, shhh, okay, okay, I’ll let him out, just be quiet, okay?”
Kyo bit his lip and nodded, relaxing again. He was tired… so tired, but he had to be sure his neighbor was going to be safe too. Die set him down propped against the wall and set to picking the locks on the heavy door with tools pulled from a pouch at his belt. The simple mechanism gave way quickly under his skilled hands, and he disappeared into the darkness of the cell. He backpedaled almost immediately, however, reeling and staring into the room with wide, horrified eyes.
“Holy shit! Are you kidding me, Kyo?! That’s no man, that’s a goddamn oni!”
“Soroka?” Medved’s voice came, a bit rougher than usual with sleep and irritation, but sounding more curious than anything.
“It’s my big brother,” Kyo called back quietly, crying in relief. “He came for us… he… he’s going to save us…”
“Fuck…” Die breathed, bracing himself before going back into the cell. “I hope you can walk, guy, cause I sure as hell can’t carry you, let alone you and Kyo.”
Medved’s throaty chuckle came from the darkness and Die swore nervously. After a moment, the redhead reappeared, followed closely by the man who’d kept Kyo more or less sane through the past few days. As the Russian passed through the doorway – having to turn sideways and hunch down a bit to do so – Kyo suddenly understood why the guards and Die were so afraid of him.
Medved was a hulking wall of sheer muscle. In his late thirties – silver shooting through his close-cropped black hair and deep lines wearing at his sharp features – and if the scars decorating his bare torso were any indication, those years had been hard won. Besides his sheer bulk, it was his face that truly unsettled; with cold electric-blue eyes set under heavy brows and thin lips spread in a grin that bared teeth that had been filed to sharp points. He might have been an attractive man in his youth, but life had tempered him harshly, and the image he presented now was nothing short of frightening. And yet, when he crossed the hall and scooped Kyo up one-handed, cradling the blonde against his side like a child, he was incredibly gentle, taking great care not to jostle him around overmuch.
“Alright… ‘Medved,’” Die ventured, obviously not liking this turn of events, “This is a covert operation. I can’t be seen here, so you need to keep up and keep quiet. And Kyo is coming with me once we’re out of here. Understood?”
“Of course. I will carry Soroka, and you will open the locks, yes? I have need to speak with your master anyway. Lead on, Обезяна.”
“What did you just call me?” the redhead demanded even as he set off for the exit.
“Not Obezjana…” Kyo contradicted murkily, eye slipping in and out of focus, as his flagging energy reserves were quickly spent. “Petuh, maybe…”
Medved chuckled appreciatively, murmuring something in response that was lost to the ringing in Kyo’s ears. He was swimming in and out of consciousness as Die and Medved set to securing their freedom. Things flashed around him; a startled guard shouting at them, automatic security doors slamming behind them, flashlights and guns coming in and out of sight as they dodged through unfamiliar territory. Once, he saw Medved’s free hand shoot out over Die’s shoulder to grab a guard by the skull and slam him into a wall. Later, he saw another guard approaching them at gunpoint, only to come up short when Die’s blade slipped between his ribs from behind, dead before he even hit the floor. At one point, they were crouched in a tight corner and a hand was clamped over his mouth as the other two held their breath, watching a wandering patrol pass them. What felt like seconds later, they were darting across a wide lawn with only faint moonlight guiding their path.
His own voice screaming out of him brought him back fully at one point, as searing pain flared from his injured leg and slammed through his entire body. He bucked, fighting against what felt like acid being poured over his wounded flesh, only to find that thin arms were holding him tight against a hard chest. Panting raggedly, he registered Medved kneeling over him, holding a bottle of antiseptic in one hand and pinning his leg down with the other. The van they were in hit a bump and Kyo’s head rolled uncontrollably on his neck, lacking the strength to even hold that much up.
“Petuh! Watch how you are driving!” Medved growled.
“Oi! If you think I won’t turn this fucking van around and dump your steroid-addled ass back in the dungeon where I found you, you’re dead wrong. Or I could just shoot you. So just be a good oni and shut the fuck up,” Die shot back irritably. “…And my name is DIE!”
“Whatever. Just watch how you are driving. Petuh.”
When Kyo’s vision steadied, it settled on the face above his, attached to the arms holding him down, and his heart fluttered with desperate hope as he whimpered, “M-… Mas-… Kaoru?”
Kaoru smiled down at him tiredly. “Hello, my bothersome pet.”
“H-hurts…”
“I know it does. Don’t worry, we’re going to get you all fixed up as soon as we get home.”
‘Home…?’
Never before had any word sounded so sweet.
With some effort, Kyo managed to uncurl the fingers of his left hand from where they’d maintained a death grip on his collar, offering it to Kaoru shakily. “He… he broke it… I’m sorry…”
Kaoru kissed his forehead. “It’s okay. We’ll get you a new one.”
Medved shifted.
“Hang on, Soroka.”
‘It’s okay…’
Kaoru’s arms tightened around him preparation.
“I’ve got you, pet.”
‘Everything is going to be okay…’
The bandages around Kyo’s upper arm were unraveled carefully.
‘Kaoru will make everything better… He-’
Antiseptic was poured over his gunshot wound abruptly. Agony flared, and Kyo dropped back into unconsciousness, swallowed by the sound of his own screams and cradled in his master’s warmth.
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