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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 21: Shōri (shattered)

The room was dark, only the television provided any light and the sound was off. The silence was oppressive, a figure sat on the sofa and as he lifts his arm there is the soft tinkle of ice against a glass. Beside the figure is a brown package filled with bright photographs. One is an image of two famous singers kissing in an alley. Yuki puts down his glass, he stares at the television screen where his little pink haired brat is chatting to a TV host. "Shuichi..." He whispers to the dark. He couldn't get his head around it all, Tohma had promised that Ryuichi and Shuichi weren't seeing each other! Now, he knew differently. But he was no longer with Shuichi, what could he do about it? He sighed heavily and drank some more, finishing what was in his glass. The sole reason he had broken up with Shuichi was because he didn't want to put him in danger, now, he was with Sakuma...he could potentially be in even worse danger. Sakuma was not only famous, but he was also close to Tohma, everyone knew this...it was hardly going to be surprising if their enemies managed to try and kidnap the singer. Not that they would get very far, Sakuma had a knack for escaping. Even then, Tohma would never endanger anything for Ryuichi, it was something well known within the family. Ryuichi's life was worth a lot less that Tohma's. He sighed and shoved fingers into his hair. "If the press gets hold of this...then people will discover Ryuichi's weakness..." he muttered to himself. Suddenly he slammed his glass onto the table, he couldn't allow anything to hurt Shuichi, he had to put a stop to it, no matter what!

Shuichi sat on the roof; he looked down at the street below with one hand shoved into his hair. He didn't know what was happening but K had been acting very strange, shooting him nervous looks as they had been sat in that stifling meeting room. Something big had happened as there were masses of people surrounding the building; he was confused and tired of all the mystery. Suddenly the door opened and he turned to see Ryuichi standing there, he looked pale and he had mark on his face as if he'd been slapped. He walked over and Shuichi saw that his lip was bleeding slightly. "Shuichi..." Ryuichi sighed heavily and leaned on the railings; a breeze picked up and blew hair around his face. "When Tohma calls you into his office...don't go." He said suddenly. He turned and Shuichi saw fear in his eyes. "You can refuse...just get out of here! Take the employees exit and get away...stay away for a while."

"I can't! I'll be fired!" Shuichi exclaimed, he was afraid, something really big had gone down and he still had no idea what it was! "What's happening Sakuma-san? What's really going on?"

Ryuichi bit his lower lip and stepped back. "The other day...when I kissed you...someone took photographs...they're all over the media. Tohma's tried to gag them but no matter what he does it doesn't help! I'm sorry!" he looked away. "It's all my fault, I should have been more careful...I should be able to control myself! Damn it!" He sighed heavily and closed his eyes. "You should go."

"B-But...What will Seguchi-san do?"

"I don't know." Ryuichi finally opened his eyes. "But it's best we don't find out, he's in a really ba..."

"Oi!"

Ryuichi turned slowly and Shuichi followed his gaze, both men saw Yuki standing by the open door. "Yuki!" Shuichi gasped.

"Get away from him!" Yuki hissed, ignoring Shuichi completely and striding over to Ryuichi. He grabbed a handful of the singers t-shirt and dragged him close, Ryuichi lifted his hands and grabbed Yuki's wrists. "You bastard! How dare you touch him!"

"Yuki! Stop!" Shuichi cried desperately.

"Do you like fucking with me?" The writer was fuming, his anger threatening to obliterate all sensible thought. "Huh? Did you like how he tasted?"

"Yuki-san I..."

"No excuses!" Yuki released him and suddenly pulled his fist back.

"Yuki!" Shuichi made to move forward but Ryuichi was faster.

Yuki moved to punch the singer in the face, Ryuichi's eyes narrowed and he grabbed Yuki's fist before he could land the punch. "No." He said firmly. "I'm not going to fight you."

"You...!"**

"Yuki! Stop! Please..." Shuichi grabbed Yuki's arm and tried to pull him away but the author shook him off so he fell to the floor.

"Stop this, Yuki-san...It will only end in bloodshed." Ryuichi muttered softly, his eyes were dark.

"I don't care! You touched him! You knew the reason I left him in the first place! You've put him danger...again! I'll never forgive this!" He lashed out again, this time catching Ryuichi off guard.

The singer stumbled back slightly, his eyes widening before he regained his balance. He dodged the next blow and stepped back. He lifted his hand and wiped blood from his lip, he looked at it and licked it off slowly. "You cannot beat me, Yuki-san." He said calmly. "This is futile."

"Just fight back!" Yuki shouted, his hair fell around his face and he looked furious. Shuichi climbed to his feet and tried to move between them but Yuki pushed him away. "Shuichi, stay the hell out of this!" He snapped.

"NO!" Shuichi shouted. "I don't want this! Yuki...stop!"

"Get out of my way!" Yuki pushed the singer away, this time forcing him into the wall.

"This is pointless!" Ryuichi said firmly, he simply stood there, he had no wish to fight Yuki as Tohma would be even more angry with him. "I cannot hurt you!"

"I don't care! Face me like a man!" Yuki raised his fist again, this time Ryuichi dodged and stepped to the side, he grabbed Yuki's arm and let the writers own weight unbalance him before kicking out his legs so he fell to the floor. His movements were swift and fluid, his eyes remained narrowed and he gazed down at the writer without pity. Yuki dragged himself to his feet. "You fucking coward!" He shouted as he stood. "If you don't have the guts to fight me properly..."

Ryuichi hissed air through his teeth. "Coward?" He whispered. His voice was low, but full of cold fury. "How dare you! I am not a coward!"

"Then hit me!"

"No." Ryuichi turned away.

"Don't turn your back on me!"

"This isn't even worth my attention." The singer said as he walked toward the exit. "Shuichi, you'd do well to leave now."

"Sakuma-san...wait!" Shuichi made to move after the brunet but Yuki grabbed his arm tightly. He looked up at the angry author and felt his stomach clench, he suddenly had the urge to throw up.

"Shuichi...we need to talk." Yuki said softly, his golden eyes filled with an emotion Shuichi had a hard time deciphering.

Tohma sat in his office, his phones had been ringing off the hook, mainly with calls from the press asking him about the pictures, but sometimes from his men telling him that the police had discovered yet another boat filled with illegal goods as he tried to smuggle stuff into the country. He had decided to have all calls forwarded to Sakano to deal with, he couldn't handle it any more. He had no idea what had happened, his runners kept being picked up and arrested, his fencers kept disappearing mysteriously and with the photographs on top of it all, it was making him want to tear his hair out. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. "Enter..." He sighed heavily and looked up to see Ryuichi standing in the doorway, his eyes like two hard sapphires in his bruised face. "Ryuichi...?"

"Yuki's here." He said in a monotone.

"He is? Why?" Tohma stood, his hands on the desk.

"He wanted to fight me..."

"You didn't..."

"No." Ryuichi stepped into the room and sighed. "I didn't touch him."

"Good. Do you have any more information?"

"Satou Kazuya does indeed have an illegitimate child. Her name is Narita Rin...her mother is a model and the child is usually in the care of her grandparents in Kanagawa."

Tohma nodded thoughtfully. "So, he seems to think that by giving out information of our activities he can gain some control over us...I cannot allow this to continue." Slowly he looked up. "He must be stopped. Take the girl and bring her here as a hostage."

"As you wish." Ryuichi nodded and made to leave, Tohma stopped him.

"And...thank you, for not retaliating when Yuki..."

"You ordered me not to hurt him, he's special to you...I understand that." Ryuichi replied. "I won't hurt him...But, I think he is ready to kill me." He pushed open the door and walked out, leaving Tohma looking distressed. His kingdom was slowly crumbling around his ears and he was struggling to hold it together, he must end this interference before his world crashed down around his ears and took everything with it.

Shuichi stood by the back doors feeling unsure. He should have left, but he couldn't. Slowly he sighed and turned away, preparing himself to face the cold gaze of the president of NG. Suddenly he looked up and he saw Ryuichi walking towards him, the singer looked serious but he smiled when he reached Shuichi's side. "Shuichi, are you alright?"

"Yeah...I guess." He sighed and leaned against the wall. "Yuki...explained to me...the reason h-he...broke up..." he covered his face with his hands and fought desperately with the tears. "...He...he said that...I-it was because...he wanted to protect me!"

Ryuichi watched the singer break down into tears, he lifted a hand to put it on his shoulder before withdrawing it suddenly as if he'd been burnt. He bit his bottom lip and backed off. "I'm sorry." He whispered. "Your place is by his side, Shuichi. You should go back to him...he loves you."

Shuichi looked up through his hands at the singer but Ryuichi was looking into the distance. "Sakuma-san?"

"It's...nice..." He muttered as if speaking to himself. "To be able to be beside the one you love, ne?" He looked back and smiled.

"Uh...Yeah..." Shuichi frowned, the man was acting strangely...as if he was hiding something from him. "Are...you alright?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah, I'm fine. I have some things I need to do for Tohma...I'll see you around." He waved and walked out the doors.

Shuichi watched him walk away, he had idolized the man for a long time but he had never thought of being with him in the same way he was with Yuki. But now, as he watched the singer disappear into the street he had a strong feeling of loss...as if he had missed his chance.

It was dark out and yet Tohma sat inside his office, he was staring blankly at the desk top with both hands in his hair. Suddenly the door opened and he jerked his head up, he found himself face to face with Ryuichi who was wearing his black uniform. In his arms was an unconscious girl. "You did it!" Tohma exclaimed and he stood quickly.

Ryuichi said nothing as he lay the child on the sofa and removed his face covering. "She was easy to find, her grandparents were asleep...they won't know she's gone until they wake up."

Tohma moved around the desk and looked down at the sleeping girl, she was about ten years old with dark hair and pink pyjama's. "Excellent. Move her to the basement and keep her there until we can let him know we have her."

Ryuichi nodded and picked her up again. He left silently.

A little while later the assassin returned, he looked tired as he slumped into the sofa. He tipped hsi head back and closed his eyes with a deep sigh.

"So, you have given up on Shindou?"

He opened an eye and looked at his boss who was watching him intently. "Yes. Like you asked, I will leave him alone."

"Good. Things will get better...I promise." Tohma moved to the sofa and leaned over the brunet, he planted one hand firmly on the back of the sofa and kissed Ryuichi softly on the lips.

"Tohma..." Ryuichi sighed and closed his eyes as Tohma deepened the kiss, inserting his tongue and moaning quietly into his open mouth. He pulled away and moved so he ran his tongue up Ryuichi's neck, slowly.

"Ryuichi...give me your body." He whispered.

"I'm yours." Ryuichi replied as Tohma's fingers lifted up his top. "Forever...Nnn..." He moaned as heat encased his nipple, Tohma's tongue teasing it gently.

Their collective gasps filled the office, the lights from the massive picture window highlighted their sweating bodies. Ryuichi was half on the desk, half off as Tohma moved deep within him. Pleasure filled him to the core and he gasped the blonds name desperately, his body shuddered as fire swept through him making him shudder. Tohma groaned softly as he moved his hips, completely swamping himself within Ryuichi's heat, he closed his eyes and tipped his head back, his hands grasping the singers hips. "Ah...so good..." He muttered, lost in his own world. "S-So...close..."

"T-Tohma..." Ryuichi's fingers clenched tightly on the desk as he rested his forehead against the wood. "More...P-Please..."

"I'm..." Tohma gasped as heat coiled tightly in his stomach. "...E-Eiri..." he gasped as he released inside his partner.

Ryuichi tensed and opened his eyes, he bit down on his lip as tears sprung to his eyes. His nails dug into the wood beneath him and he lowered his head again as Tohma pulled out. He could feel it. That awful agony of his heart tearing its self to pieces inside him, his legs gave way and he slipped to the floor. He curled up on himself, his shirt hanging from his body which was covered in little marks from Tohma's teeth. He had no idea what came over him but it was uncontrollable, he lost it and began sobbing desperately into his arms as he cradled his head. It was all too much. He couldn't take it anymore. All the pain, all the torture...he broke. He shattered like a porcelain doll. His body shook with the intensity of his grief and he couldn't stop the sobs that tore themselves free of him. He shoved fingers into his hair and curled tighter into a small ball, he could hear footsteps as Tohma went into the bathroom to tidy himself up.

Tohma leaned on the sink, both hands planted firmly on either side of it. He stared at his reflection; his blond hair was a mess around his face, his blue eyes wide and uncomprehending. He had finally done it, he had finally broken Ryuichi. His hands tightened on the sink and he felt a sudden, awful surge of grief. Tears sprung to his eyes and he lowered his head, allowing the salty water to fall into the basin. He shook as he tried to suppress his sobs and he lifted his hand to cover his eyes. Everything collapsed in on him; the cold way Eiri treated him, the pressure of running such a hugely successful company alongside the demands of his family, the freezing glares from his wife, the struggles of his life...everything fell onto him as if it was a fall of rocks and he fell to the floor.

Ryuichi let out a choked sigh. He closed his eyes and tightened his grip on his hair, he felt as if he was going to explode, his body trembled violently and he couldn't stop the tears as they slipped silently down his cheeks. He had no intention of breaking down like that in front of Tohma, but he couldn't stop it. He felt cold inside. His heart felt like stone. "Why do I love you?" He whispered to himself. "Tohma...Why do I still..." He stopped and sighed bitterly. Slowly he managed to regain control and he pushed himself onto all fours, he crawled over to his trousers and began putting them back on. He would go home and wash, he didn't think he could look at Tohma anymore, he would take a few days off and try and get his head sorted, damn the consequences. As he stood he suddenly heard a smashing noise coming from the bathroom, he jumped and turned to the door. Slowly it opened and revealed Tohma, he wore nothing more than his open shirt so it exposed his chest. Tears poured from his blue eyes and blood stained his hands, he stumbled forward and Ryuichi automatically caught him before he fell.

"Ryu...ichi..." He whispered hoarsely, he buried his face in that soft brown hair and sobbed. "I'm sorry."

"Tohma?" Ryuichi pulled him over to the sofa and helped him sit down. He looked down at Tohma's hands and saw that his knuckles were bloody and bits of glass were embedded in the flesh. He sighed and lowered his head. "No, it's my fault." He muttered. "Forgive me, I shouldn't have been so weak..."

"I..." Tohma bit down on his response. He looked away, so hair covered his eyes. "No...It doesn't matter. I-I'm...going to send you back to America...When all this over and we have stabilized the family...I want you to return."

Ryuichi felt his chest constrict painfully. He uttered a small, strangled sound that made Tohma look at him. His eyes widened and he went white. His hands began to shake violently and he lifted one to his throat, he began shaking his head. "No!" he managed to gasp out suddenly. "No! Y-You can't..."

"I can." Tohma said firmly, he was regaining control over his emotions again and he spoke in a cold, no nonsense tone. "I order you to return to America, once this is over."

"T-Tohma...No..." Ryuichi gasped, he moved backwards suddenly as Tohma tried to reach for him. "Y-You...You don't...need me? W-Why...doesn't...T-Tohma...need me?" He stuttered, his pupils were large with fear, he felt empty as if his heart had been ripped from his chest. "You...don't need me. I-I'm useless...to you..." he stood and swayed violently, his hand covering his mouth as he fought the sickness that clenched his stomach. "Oh...Oh...I-I think...I'm going...to..." He doubled over, hands gripping his stomach.

"Ryuichi...!" Tohma stood and tried to help his friend but was pushed roughly aside as he fell into the desk.

"If you didn't need me...then why...why didn't you...just say so?" He said suddenly, his eyes clenched firmly closed, he couldn't look Tohma in the eyes. If he did he knew he would lose it.

"But I..."

"Stop it!" He screamed, his hands flying to his hair as he fell to his knees. "Stop...playing these sick games! P-Please..." His heart hammered in his chest as he gasped for breath, he couldn't take it anymore. "I...I don't want to go back to America." He whispered from his position on the floor.

Tohma stood over him, he had no idea what to do. He hadn't expected this reaction! "Ryuichi...please, stop this..."

Finally Ryuichi let his arms fall to his sides and he stared blindly at the floor. "Do you really not need me? Am I...Useless to you?"

"No!"

"Then...why?" Slowly he raised his head, his hair fell into his eyes that shone with tears. His cheeks were pink from all his crying and his body shook.

Tohma knelt at the singers side and drew into an embrace, slowly he ran fingers through Ryuichi's hair. "Because I need to protect you...I need to protect you from...this...from me."

Ryuichi looked up at him. "Break me into a thousand and one tiny pieces and I'll still stay by your side." He whispered. "I don't care." He lifted his hand and tangled his fingers into those blond locks. He lifted himself up and pressed his forehead to Tohma's. "Please...Please...I'm begging you...don't leave me! Don't send me from your side! Everything I am is yours! My heart, my soul, my life..." he kissed his gently on the corner of the mouth. He was shivering as if he were cold, but he couldn't stop it. "I-If I'm that useless...If you don't need me...then...kill me. I can't live without you, Tohma..."

"Ryuichi...The last thing I want is for you to..."

"Sh..." Ryuichi kissed him and cut him off. "I love you Tohma. I love you more than life...more than anything in this universe! If you send me away...it'd be easier if you just ordered my death here and now...Let me die...looking into your eyes."

"But...don't you love Shuichi as well?" Tohma muttered absently, his fingers kept up their gentle movement through the singer's hair and Ryuichi smiled gently. The expression was beautiful, the most stunning and heartbreaking thing Tohma had ever seen.

"I do...but he has Yuki. I have...nothing. I have nothing but my devotion to you...Please Tohma..." Ryuichi sighed softly and rested his head against the presidents chest, he closed his eyes and relaxed into that familiar embrace. "If I can die like this, I know I'd die happy." That smile never left his lips as he snuggled deeper into Tohma's embrace. "I love you..."

"I-I...I know." Tohma replied, whispering into Ryuichi's hair. "But I...I can't let you die. You're...the closest thing to a real family I have..."

"Selfish." Ryuichi murmured. "The greatest gift you can give me is to let me die in your arms...and you're not even letting me do that. What do you want? What do you want me to do? I can't live this life without being by your side! Don't...please...don't send me away! I promise, I'll leave Shuichi alone...I-I'll never even speak to him again, if that's what you want! Just..." He suddenly looked up into Tohma's eyes. "Just tell me what you want!"

Tohma closed his eyes and lowered his head. "I want you in America." He said firmly. "I want you as far away from me as possible...I want you somewhere I can no longer hurt you."

Ryuichi released Tohma and fell onto his back. A tear slipped down his face and his smile became crooked. "I apologise, Boss." He whispered hoarsely. "I-It seems I've displeased you...I-I'll fix it." He closed his eyes and covered them with his hands. "I understand. Your orders are a-absolute..."

Tohma couldn't move. He couldn't even find it within himself to speak, he simply sat there and watched Ryuichi break down and cry like a child.

** ‘You’ in this context is used to represent the word ‘Kisama’ as it is a terribly rude way of referring to someone, I really don’t think that there is an English equivalent except ‘Bastard’ but really I personally don’t see it as all that offensive, lol. So, I’m using ‘You’ as it IS pretty rude (in England anyways) to refer to someone like that, as its much politer to use their name...as my mother always says; ‘Who’s ‘you’ (or ‘she’) the cat’s mother?’ :p
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