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仁義	By : Kimmimaru Category: Gravitation > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1234 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 13: Kurūeru taikai (Cruel Games)

Tohma had an idea, it was cruel, and more than a bit sadistic...but if it worked it may make Shindou realise that both Eiri and Ryuichi belonged to him. He smiled slowly and beckoned the boy towards him, he could feel Ryuichi's fingers in his hair as he softly ran fingers through it. Hot breath caressed his skin making him shiver pleasantly; Shuichi looked terrified as he crawled forward. Tohma chuckled and raised an eyebrow, he almost liked seeing the boy on all fours. It was, after all, where he belonged. "So...you liked what you saw did you?" He asked in a soft voice.

Shuichi couldn't answer. What was he supposed to say? That he had an erection? The president was obviously going be angry at him for waking up and interrupting them, even though Tohma was smiling.

"Tohma?" Ryuichi said quietly, his eyes were burning as he looked into Shuichi's. "What are you doing?"

"You'll see." Tohma replied mysteriously. He turned to Ryuichi. Tohma moved and sat on the sofa. "Ryuichi, remember the condition in which I am allowing you to stay here?" He said, forcing the singer's eyes to his again.

"I am yours." Ryuichi replied without hesitation. "Tell me to do something and I will."

Tohma's smile was almost evil and Shuichi got a chill up his spine that had little to do with room temperature. The president turned to Ryuichi and moved to the floor, he pushed the singer down and began kissing him deeply. The brunet's moans filled the room making Shuichi feel, not just uncomfortable, but also extremely hot and flustered. He didn't know where to look or even if he should leave or what. He settled for averting his eyes and clasping his hands in his lap. He heard Tohma muttering into Ryuichi's ear and he glanced at them, Tohma appeared to be handing something to the singer pinned beneath him. Shuichi closed his eyes again after swallowing the tension in his throat, he hadn't been given permission to leave and he didn't dare to do it anyway, in case Tohma got mad. He began berating himself about getting into these weird and bizarrely uncomfortable situations...then he felt breath on his face and opened his eyes.

He found himself face to face with Ryuichi. His dark eyes glittered oddly in the light and he caught a small chuckle from Seguchi. No matter how hard he tried he just could not look away from those eyes, that dark blue sucked him in and he felt dizzy. Ryuichi's smile was small, a tiny curl of his lips as he slipped his hand into Shuichi's hair. He whispered a single word, a word that sent chills down Shuichi's spine and made him gasp. "Mine." Ryuichi's lips met his and he felt a hot tongue slide slowly into his mouth. He couldn't help but respond.

It was the most intense feeling he had ever felt, his body flushed with heat, his mind went haywire and he let himself be pushed to the floor. Ryuichi pulled away after a long, agonising moment and stared down at his new toy. He turned and glanced at Tohma who nodded once to reassure him, Ryuichi's eyes brightened and he looked down at Shuichi who lay still with flushed cheeks and a numb look on his face. He was adorable. Absolutely the cutest thing Ryuichi had seen in a very long time, his smile widened and it became something that was almost evil. Shuichi barely had time to widen his eyes before his mouth was claimed once again. He felt something pushed into his mouth as Ryuichi's tongue tangled with his.

Yuki sat on his sofa. Suddenly chills went through his body, the cigarette he had been smoking fell from his lips and he lifted his head. His apartment was dark and the only light filtered in through the large window from the streets. He had a sudden, awful feeling in his gut and he stood. He walked to the window and stared out across the city, clutched tightly in one hand was a glass of whisky. He pressed his fingers to the glass, his reflection glared back at him. "Shuichi..." He whispered. He remembered something Seguchi had said to him:

"Shindou-san will be alright, Eiri."

Yuki pressed his forehead against the glass and closed his eyes picturing the blond president. He saw every detail as if he was there before him. "What makes you so sure?" He whispered to the empty apartment.

Tohma's smile had sent horrible chills through him, he had ignored it at the time, but now...

"Trust me Eiri, Shindou is in...good hands."

"Good hands? What does that even mean?" Yuki's eyes snapped open and he looked out towards the bright lights, multi colours reflected back at him but one colour in particular stood out. Red. His eyes went wide as an awful idea came to him, his fingers slid down the glass and he stepped away. "Shuichi!" He spun on his heels and grabbed a jacket, fear threatened to strangle him but he forced it aside. Maybe he was wrong, maybe nothing was wrong with his little pink haired singer and he would just be sat on the sofa with Hiro. Yuki pushed the terror aside as he slammed the door of his house behind him and ran to his car.

Hiro yawned widely, who would be hammering on his door at this time in the morning? He rubbed his eyes and unlocked the door. He was forced backwards, a gasp of surprise escaping his lips as he was pushed into the wall by the door. He saw Yuki stood there staring around. "Whoa! What the hell?" Hiro muttered angrily. "What are you doing, barging in on..."

"Where's Shuichi?" the writer asked, something in his voice made Hiro go cold.

"He's not here...why? What happened?"

"Shit!" Yuki hissed, ignoring the guitarist. "Where is he?"

"He said he was staying with Sakuma tonight..."

This seemed to have a profound effect on the panicking author. He froze, his eyes going wide. "No." He breathed. "I'm...too late..."

"Hang on!" Hiro said and he grabbed the blonds' jacket and dragged him back into the house. "What the hell is going on? Is Shuichi ok?"

"I..." Yuki's eyes met Hiro's and the guitarist felt a stir of panic. "I don't know." He whispered and Hiro nodded.

"Wait for me...I'll get dressed."

Shuichi wasn't entirely sure what was happening anymore. His brain felt foggy, as if he was half dreaming. His vision was blurry and he could hardly concentrate on anything, he lay in a pile of cushions and he listened to harsh whispers, it sounded as if two people were arguing. He tried to concentrate on what they were saying but it all sounded like nonsense.

"...Tohma...You can't!"

"I can and I have. There is no changing my mind now."

"He's...he's a kid! Please..."

"No. He was always in my way, and now I can get rid of him without hurting anyone..."

"Except me!" Ryuichi's voice was raised, he was shouting at Tohma. "Don't you even care?"

"Quiet!" Tohma snapped, he glared at Ryuichi. The assassin had been acting oddly since he had returned from America and Tohma couldn't understand what had got into him.

"You know...While I was in America, someone said something to me that really made me think." Ryuichi said slowly, he looked his boss in the eye. Tohma said nothing, he could see the very obvious pain in the singer's eyes but he didn't acknowledge it. He never did. "They said; are you willing to throw your life away for the person you love? And I said yes. They answered; But, are they willing to throw their life away for you?" Ryuichi looked into Tohma's eyes and the blond saw something very odd in his eyes as he cocked his head to the side. "You wouldn't...would you? N-Not anymore..."

"Ryuichi..." Tohma said slowly, he took the singer by the arms and slid one hand into his hair. "I would, of course I would. You're my family. I would willingly throw my life away for you, Noriko and Eiri, no question!"

Ryuichi looked into his eyes for a long moment before sighing and a small smile lifted the corner of his lips. "Then...please, reconsider this."

Tohma's eyes darkened and his hand tightened on Ryuichi's hair. "I..." There was knocking at the door and both men looked over. "They're here." Tohma released his friend and Ryuichi fell to his knees. He closed his eyes for a minute before crawling over towards Shuichi's half conscious form. He looked down into those clouded purple eyes and swept hair from his cheek. He leaned down, gently placing his lips to Shuichi's. Guilt plagued him. He had only been following orders, he only wanted to please Tohma...but now...now he knew what Tohma had had in mind he hated himself. Could he allow this to continue? Could he allow Shuichi to just...disappear? "Shu-chan!" He muttered and pressed his forehead against that barely moving chest. "F-forgive me!" Tears threatened and he pushed them away roughly, he didn't need that kind of weakness. A soft moan escaped the drugged singer and Ryuichi looked down, he stroked hair from his face again before pressing his lips to those of the boy. He had slipped the boy the drug when Tohma had asked him to, kissing Shuichi had been like having one of his deepest fantasy's coming true, minus the fact that he was using his tongue to slide the tiny red pill into his mouth. He sighed and lay down next to the younger singer, he watched the boy from heavily lidded eyes, hiding everything behind that mask. Locking all his emotions away, because Tohma didn't need his emotions, Tohma needed his skills in murder and murderers do not need emotion. "Shuichi..." He sighed softly, his deep blue eyes glittered in the dark as he watched the boy lie in his half comatose state.

Tohma opened the door to find two men standing there, he nodded once and let them step inside. He led them through to the living room and was shocked to see Ryuichi lying at Shuichi's side, with his hand tangled in that pink hair. Both of them seemed to be fast asleep. Tohma moved closer, jealousy darkening his eyes. Yes, it was time he got rid of the brat before he ruined everything. He nudged Ryuichi with his foot, the singer didn't move. Panic shot through him like lightening and he dropped to his knees, he rolled Ryuichi onto his back and saw his eyes flicker, he moaned and slowly opened his eyes. His pupils were huge, devouring the deep blue iris's and making his eyes look black. "Ryuichi?" Tohma gasped. Then he realised it was probably the drugs he had got the brunet to feed Shuichi, he bit his lip for a second before sighing and recomposing himself.

"Which one do we take, boss?"

Tohma glared at them and they paled. "The pink haired one, you fools!"

"Yes sir." They said in unison and lifted the comatose boy in their arms.

"You know what to do with him?" Tohma asked.

"You want him taken underground, to the whore houses."

"Excellent. Now go, but be careful...make sure you're not seen. I want him shipped out of Japan as soon as the sun rises!" They left, taking the pink haired problem with them and Tohma sighed happily. He looked down at Ryuichi who lay in his arms, his eyes half closed and his breathing deep and heavy. "I'm sorry..." Tohma whispered as he gently stroked hair from the singers face. "I never wanted you to get hurt by this..." Ryuichi's eyes flickered open and he made a visible effort to try and focus on the face floating above him.

"Tohma..." Ryuichi breathed, his voice slurred and hardly even understandable. "I-Idiot...You...You did send him...a-away..." Talking was too hard, he could feel his mind shattering into thousands of tiny, fluffy fragments...he smiled slowly and giggled before letting his head fall back in Tohma's arms so he stared up at the ceiling. "I-I...won't...forgive..." He sighed and let his mind drift away on those wonderfully fluffy clouds, that smile stayed on his lips as he let go of everything.

Yuki drove like a maniac. He knew where Ryuichi lived, he had been told by Tohma a while ago. Hiro sat in the passenger seat worrying about his friend. They came to a screaming halt, Yuki turned off the engine and leapt from the car, Hiro was hot on his heels.

Ryuichi lay still, surrounded by cushions, he knew he was in trouble. The drugs floating through his blood were highly addictive, and yet he could hardly find it within himself to care. His hands twitched as he drifted through his mind, surrounded by feathers and soft light.

Tohma watched Ryuichi feeling guilt sitting heavily in his stomach, he only hoped the brunet wouldn't become addicted to the drugs. That would not only ruin his career but also destroy his use as an assassin. And Tohma still needed him. He had decided to send Shuichi away, to sell the boy into prostitution. It was something that he had been planning for a while but hadn't because Yuki would be upset by it, now he could pass the singers disappearance off by saying he had gone to America or something. He watched his friend's chest rise and fall slowly and suddenly there was a hammering on the door, he jumped slightly and frowned. He climbed to his feet and walked to the door, before he could so much as touch the handle it was booted inward. He jumped back, eyes wide as Yuki was revealed looking angry. "Eiri!" Tohma gasped.

"Where is he?" Yuki hissed as he grabbed the president by the lapels of his jacket and slammed him into the wall. "Tell me where he is!" He demanded.

"Eiri I..." Tohma was shaken, he could see the fury and fear in his brother in laws eyes and he realised his mistake. He closed his own eyes and sighed heavily. "It's done." He whispered.

"What is?"

"He's gone..."

"G-Gone?" Yuki released Tohma and let him slip down the wall. "Where?" he asked slowly.

"Overseas." Tohma muttered.

There was silence and Yuki felt the fear he had been fighting off overwhelm him. "No!" he cried. "Y-You didn't...? You couldn't have...?"

"What's going on?" Hiro asked, his eyes moving from one to the other.

"Shuichi's...been sold into prostitution."

All eyes snapped to the new voice. Ryuichi stood, leaning heavily against the door with his head resting on the frame and his eyes staring off into the distance. It looked as if he was having great difficulty speaking and his body shook with the effort of standing up. "What?" Hiro said slowly. This couldn't be happening? It was just...too much.

Tohma turned his eyes to Ryuichi's. The two men stared at each other for a long while and Ryuichi's legs gave way beneath him, he fell to his knees and kept himself upright by gripping the wall. He bowed his head. "I'm sorry." He whispered. "I...I never wanted this...It was supposed to be...a game. I-I like games...I thought it'd be funny...t-to...see what he would do if I...I slept with him. It's all my fault." He kept his head bowed, lifting it was too much effort and he needed all his strength to keep talking coherently.

Yuki felt his world crash around him. He stumbled into the wall, his heart beating too quickly. He stared at nothing as he his imagination ran riot with what had happened to his little Shuichi. His beautiful, happy little brat, the boy who had become his only light. He gasped and slipped down the wall.

Hiro stood still. His hands clenched into fists at his sides. "Shuichi..." he whispered softly. He felt a cold, evil hatred rise within him and he bared his teeth. Suddenly, nothing mattered. Suddenly all he cared about was beating the crap out of anyone who had anything to with hurting his precious friend.

Tohma lowered his head. He couldn't look at Eiri's face. It was filled with grief, a pain so deep nothing could heal him. He lifted his hands and covered his face. "Forgive me." He whispered. "He's...he's been taken to the docks. Y-You might be able t-to reach him...before sunrise."

Eiri looked up. Hope flared in his chest and he pulled himself to his feet. "Let's go." He said and dragged Hiro into the cold, dark street.
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