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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 5: Tōshi (Fighting Spirit)

Ryuichi fell into a nearby seat, everyone had either died or run away and he was alone. His shoulder ached and he pulled off his mask with a sigh of relief, it was hot in his clothes and he was always glad to get rid of the stench of blood. Not that it ever really disappeared. The smell clung to him. He would never be entirely rid of it, but he could live with it as long as Tohma was safe because of his actions. He quickly tore open his long sleeved top and inspected the bullet wound in his shoulder; he winced as he tested the flesh around it. It was painful but it could wait, he'd get someone to dig the bullet out and bind it properly when he returned with the prize.

"So...you're the dragon?" Ryuichi jumped to his feet and gripped his sword as he turned to the sound of the voice. It was Ch'en. He had come around and was watching him from the floor where he sat cradling his wounds. "Ah, so it is. I have seen your face boy, it's everywhere. You are Sakuma Ryuichi, famous lead singer of Nittle Grasper, am I correct?"

Ryuichi smiled. "Well, since you won't be around for much longer, old man, I guess it can't hurt for you to see my face. Normally, if you had, I would have to kill you...but seeing as the boss wants you alive, I can't. Shame really, I bet you'd put up a good fight, even in that condition." He bent and tore one of his daggers from a corpse, he wiped the blood off on the man's shirt and began re-arming himself. He went around each corpse retrieving his daggers while humming softly to himself.

"What are you going to do about this mess?" The mafia boss asked.

Ryuichi straightened up. "We'll get the cleaners in." He said softly while he inspected one of his knives. He lifted it to the light so the colour of the blood shone. "Crimson is such...a beautiful colour." He mused softly. "I've always been in love with bright colours and there's nothing like the colour of fresh blood...what do think, Ch'en-san?" he cocked his head toward the gangster and smiled.

"I agree, boy." The man said. "It is such a lovely colour. It makes me curious as to what colour your blood is?"

Ryuichi chuckled. "I suspect many would say it was blue." He wiped the knife off on another corpse before fitting it snugly back in his straps. He walked over toward the China man and sat opposite, his legs crossed and he leaned casually back in the chair. He smirked. "I wouldn't." He said when he observed the man's eyes darting to the gun by Ryuichi's feet. "I'm faster than you give me credit for, I could have severed every finger on your hand before you even reached that weapon. Give it up, Ch'en-san, you're fucked."

"I like you." The man said with a smile of his own. "I really like you, kid. I could offer you a good deal...join us and I can give you triple whatever your own boss is giving you. I can also give you women and anything else you desire, a man of your skills is worth anything."

"Ah, I apologise Ch'en-san but I'm already taken. My life, soul and body all belong to one man and he's not interested in parting with me just yet."

"Shame. I could use a man like you...and not just for your assassin's skills." His eyes ran hungrily over Ryuichi's half exposed body and he licked his lips. "Yes, very pretty...I wonder what your expression is when you're in the midst of pleasure..." His eyes glazed slightly as he stared at Ryuichi.

"I don't sleep with old men." Ryuichi said, he smiled at Ch'en's twitch. "Also, my boss wouldn't be too impressed if he discovers you had your filthy hands over his pet. I belong to him, as I have already said. So just give it up."

The man smiled, he looked pale but showed no other sign he was in pain. Ryuichi admired him, he was strong. He almost reminded him of the old Oyabun, a man who seemed to be made of steel and hid the constant agony he was in better than most. Suddenly he heard the sound of cars pull up outside the shop, he stood and felt a wave of dizziness hit him unexpectedly. He reached out and grabbed a nearby chair with a small gasp, his arm pained him and he gritted his teeth, his knuckles white as he gripped the chair. He heard a small chuckle from his prisoner but ignored him, instead he bit down on his tongue until he could taste blood. When he opened his eyes next the colour had returned to the world and his dizziness faded. He took a shaky breath and turned to the door as men entered, guns out as they searched the shop. Ryuichi spotted a head full of long blond hair and smiled. "K!" he said as the large American walked toward him.

"Hi, nice to see your skills haven't faded." He grinned and looked down at the Chinese man. "Is this Seguchi's guest?"

"Yup." Ryuichi grinned in a very childish way, Ch'en's face showed his surprise as Ryuichi reverted into his usual weird persona. "I got him! Did it all on my own! Now I'm thirsty...K I want a drink."

"You can have one when we've cleaned up your mess."

"Aw..." Ryuichi looked disappointed. "We gunna take him back?"

"Yes." K said in English. "Seguchi wants him alive so we'll have to dress his wounds so he doesn't bleed to death."

"Do we have to? I like the colour! It looks pretty...I like pretty things..." Ryuichi's eyes were glued to the spreading pool of crimson on the ground around the Mafia boss. He seemed entranced by it. "It's so red!"

"Yeah, yeah." K muttered as he knelt down and rummaged in a bag he carried. Men secured the perimeter and some stood outside keeping look out, the faint buzz of Walkie Talkies drifted through the room and people began cleaning up. They arranged the bodies neatly in black plastic bags, they cleaned away blood stains and began sorting the furniture out. They were erasing every sign of Ryuichi's presence, except for the single piece of paper he had dropped. As a warning for the other members of Hei Shong, so they knew that their boss was either dead or kidnapped. It served to hopefully put them off ever trying to pick fights with Seguchi's gang.

K dressed the man's wounds quickly and efficiently before snapping a pair of cuffs on his wrists and dragging him roughly to his feet. "K!" Ryuichi said suddenly. "Can I have juice when we get back? And a lolly pop. I want candy...something sweet. All I can taste is salty blood..." he made a disgusted face.

"You can have whatever you want, just help me dump this bastard in the car."

"Ok!"

XXX

Shuichi stepped in through the doors of NG with a big grin. He felt he could do anything! He would write those lyrics and record them! He would then go home and have a romantic night in with the man he loved, then he and Yuki would make love all night long and have a lie in the next day. He sighed as he imagined Yuki cooking him breakfast and they would eat it together, Yuki would feed him and he would feed Yuki then they would go out and have an evening filled with romantic stuff! He pressed the button on the lift doors and waited for them to open, as he waited his mind ran rampant with things he and Yuki could do on their day off.

The lift doors opened with a ping and he made to step inside. He was so involved in his day dream that he walked straight into something solid. He fell back and looked up at the thing he'd walked into.

"Ah..."

"Sakuma-san!" He said and saw the man's face was taught with pain and he was gripping his arm. "I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?"

"No! No, I'm fine." He said and covered the momentary lapse with a smile. "You look happy?"

Shuichi nodded and he noted the singer's clothes. His black top was torn, it hung from him and revealed his chest. His trousers seemed darker in places and there was blood staining his hands and face. He looked tired. But his eyes sparkled with that same childish joy and innocence that they always had. Shuichi decided not to ask, it was very rare to see anyone in the building this early and it looked as if Ryuichi had been doing something...illegal. So, he averted his eyes and stepped into the lift beside his favourite musician. Suddenly he felt a hand in his hair and he looked up to see Ryuichi smiling kindly at him.

"Don't worry yourself over it, I'm fine." His other arm dangled loosely by his side and Shuichi could clearly see bloodstained bandages covering his shoulder.

Shuichi nodded, still feeling a bit nervous around the man. His mind began to run riot with weird scenario's of how Ryuichi could have been injured, he tried to stop it was unable to. Ryuichi seemed to sense his discomfort and he let out a small sigh, he leaned heavily against the back wall as the buttons on the lift lit up. "I'm sorry." Ryuichi muttered, his voice was soft but had a sharp edge to it that made Shuichi look at him. "I scare you don't I?" His eyes were shining as if he was developing a fever and his face white. His breathing had become ragged and he looked uncomfortable.

"No! No...it's just...I didn't know. I...I should be the one apologising because I accidently discovered..." he sighed heavily and closed his eyes.

"You're so adorable, Shuichi." The older man replied with a gentle smile. "Yuki's a lucky guy, if you were single...I would've snatched you up long ago."

Shuichi went pink and looked at his idol. "S-sakuma-san!" He gasped in shock making the man chuckle weakly.

"I'm sorry, that was too forward of me...Forget it." His eyes went to the lift as the doors opened. "This is where I get off." He muttered and stumbled out into the empty corridor, his hand gripped the wall and he lowered his head. Shuichi followed him out, not wanting to leave the injured man alone.

"Sakuma-san...are you alright? Do you need to go to the hospital? Can I do anything for you?"

Ryuichi felt a smile on his lips. "No thank you, I'm ok. I've had worse...trust me. I'll get myself fixed up in no time. You'd better get go..." Suddenly he swayed violently and fell sideways, Shuichi caught him and they slid to the floor together. Ryuichi's head rested on Shuichi's shoulder and his arm wrapped around his neck. The man's breathing was ragged and he was hot, too hot.

"Sakuma-san?" Shuichi muttered.

"Shu...ichi..." He muttered.

"I'll call the ambulance..." Shuichi muttered and dug around in his pocket. He began dialling the ambulance service but a hand grabbed his phone and closed it, Ryuichi was panting as he dragged himself away and let the phone fall to the floor. "Sakuma-san! You're really hurt I..."

"No..." he whispered. "No officials. I can handle this...it's just a gunshot wound...I can...get over it. Shuichi...do you even understand...what it would mean if the authorities got involved? Do you have any idea what I do? What I am?" Shuichi looked afraid and shook his head. "I'm a murderer." Ryuichi whispered. "I killed people last night...I killed them without any regret. All because I was told to do it...that is what I am. I'm an assassin. I work for Tohma...He's my boss I..."

"Ryuichi!"

Shuichi's head snapped round and he found himself staring at Tohma who was looking terrified. K stood behind him, he was dressed in black and had his guns on display. His bullet proof vest was open and his sunglasses perched on top of his head. His eyes met Shuichi's and he looked deadly serious. "Shuichi...go down stairs and wait for me in the studio. Fujisaki and Hiro won't be here for a while, I want to have a word with you."

"K...I..."

"K-san, he can come with us. I have questions for him." Tohma said in a cold voice as he helped Ryuichi to his feet. He glared at Shuichi who felt fear creep up his spine. Tohma turned away and began helping his friend down the corridor toward a room, Shuichi stood and followed. "I wish to pull an annoying thorn from my side." He hissed loudly enough for Shuichi to hear, his heart beat doubled and he felt sick. His day wasn't going to go quite as planned.

Tohma pulled his friend into the room and set him down on a seat, K stood by the door with his arms folded while Ryuichi hung his head and gripped his injured shoulder. Shuichi looked afraid as he stood uncertainly in the centre of the room. Finally Tohma turned to face Ryuichi. "First things first..." He muttered to himself. He lifted his hand and slapped the injured man across the face. Ryuichi gasped and closed his eyes before falling off the chair onto his knees at Tohma's feet, he bowed his head to the floor.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, his voice was rough and his breathing heavy.

"What the hell was that?" Tohma snapped. Although it hurt him to watch Ryuichi suffer, he had no intention of letting his transgression slide. He had to enforce order, or it would result in chaos.

"I don't know..." Ryuichi said to the carpet. "I just...It just came out...I...couldn't stop it..."

"There can be no excuses! Ryuichi, you know what this could mean for us! Now I must do something to make sure he doesn't talk!"

Ryuichi winced. "Please, Boss, please don't hurt him! He hasn't done anything! It's my fault!"

Tohma sighed heavily. "Get up." He said roughly. Ryuichi climbed to his feet slowly but still had his head bowed. "I'll deal with you later." Tohma turned to a terrified Shuichi who stepped back suddenly from those cold blue eyes. "So, you seem to have worked out what is going on here. Do you understand what this means?"

Shuichi swallowed and shook his head. He had no idea what was going to happen.

"You're lucky, you know that?" Tohma said. "Because you have his protection."

"Who?" Shuichi croaked.

"Eiri-kun's." Tohma replied. "He has asked me, personally to leave you alone. However, if this gets out to anyone outside the family then you will forfeit your life, understand?"

Shuichi nodded quickly. "I'm sorry!" He squeaked.

"Boss, it's not his fault...circumstance got in the way, he..."

Tohma turned his cold stare to K who sighed heavily and stopped talking. "I will decide whose fault it was, K-san."

"Yes, sir." K muttered.

"K-san, please help Ryuichi remove the bullet from his wound. I cannot have him die on me."

K did as he was asked, he lifted Ryuichi up and made him lie on a table. Tohma turned his back on Shuichi who blinked at them. He was ignored. He wasn't sure if he could leave or whether he had to stay. K tore off Ryuichi's top and began looking at the wound with a small frown. "Doesn't look too bad, boss...but it looks like he's got a fever...hmm..." He rummaged in a bag and brought out a thin knife, bandages, and a sewing kit. He turned to Shuichi. "Could you go bring me some hot water?" he asked.

Shuichi couldn't refuse so he nodded and ran off. K returned his gaze to the older singer, his face was bathed in sweat and his eyes overly bright as he looked up at them. Tohma took Ryuichi's hand in his and squeezed tightly. "You idiot!" He snapped. "How could you let yourself get into this state? How could you scare me like this?"

"Tohma...don't be stupid." Ryuichi smiled weakly. "The only reason I live is because of you, my life is yours. If you ordered me to die I would...and gladly. This is nothing. I'm fine."

Tohma said nothing but ran his fingers through his friend's hair. Shuichi returned with a bowl of hot water and placed it on the table, K nodded his thanks and turned to Ryuichi. He handed the singer a leather strap which had been folded. "Bite down on this...its gunna hurt like a son of a bitch but hold still and I'll try and make it as quick as possible."

Ryuichi nodded and turned his face away from the wound, he closed his eyes and took a breath. Shuichi watched in horrified silence as K took the knife and began opening the wound. Ryuichi tensed but made no sound. Blood welled up from the cut, K wiped it off and began searching for the bullet.

Time passed and Ryuichi had begun to shake. Pain tore through him and he clamped his teeth down onto the leather, he kept his eyes closed and tried to distract himself with other thoughts. He tightened his grip on Tohma's hand and felt the pressure returned. K swore softly before removing his fingers. "Looks like the damn things buried in the bone..." He said. "He needs to go to hospital...or at least we need a surgeon..."

"No." Ryuichi hissed. "If I go to the hospital, it'd be all over the news in seconds! I can't...put you at risk like that..."

"If he doesn't get professional help soon then he'll get septicaemia and die." K insisted.

Tohma took a breath and closed his eyes. "Call an ambulance." He said. "I'll do whatever it takes to gag the media, I will keep this out of the public eye and away from the police."

K nodded and wiped his bloody hands on a cloth before picking up his mobile and dialling. Ryuichi suddenly yanked his hand free of Tohma's and turned his head away. "Fucking idiot." He said.

Tohma let a small, tired smile light his face. "Yeah, I guess blonds are just stupid that way."

Ryuichi smiled weakly but didn't turn back to face his boss. Shuichi watched all this with wide eyes, they really were like a family, but almost closer than any real ones he knew of. The atmosphere, although tense with worry, was still filled with respect and even love. Ryuichi's smile was soft and Tohma grabbed his hand again, running his thumb across the fleshy palm while he watched K speak to the emergency services.

XXX

Yuki made his way to NG headquarters, he was supposed to attend the meeting but he also secretly wanted to see Shuichi. Of course, he'd never say that to the kid, it may give him ideas. When he reached the building he saw an ambulance sitting outside, a news crew were gathering around like wolves and Yuki quickly faded into the shadows of a nearby alleyway, he'd have to take the other entrance. Before he could move he saw a stretcher carrying Sakuma Ryuichi, Yuki frowned. What on Earth could have taken him down? He finally slid around back and found the employees entrance. Quickly he ran to the elevator and went straight up to Seguchi's office. He hardly knocked and pushed open the door. Tohma was sat at his desk looking pale and tired, beside him stood K and Sakano, along with several other employees and a woman on the sofa who was smoking and checking her mail on her phone. But what caught his eye was the small pink haired boy sitting in the corner, he had his knees drawn up to his chest and was looking terrified. Yuki ignored Seguchi and went straight to his lover, he knelt before him and Shuichi looked up. Relief washed through his eyes and he smiled.

"Yuki! You came for me!" he said and fell into the author's arms.

"What are you doing here?" He asked in a panicked whisper.

"He is here on my orders."

Yuki turned to see Tohma standing behind his desk, Sakano stood at his shoulder and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. All eyes were on the couple, and Tohma looked angry. Yuki released Shuichi and stood, he bowed low. "I apologise, I didn't mean to offend you by ignoring you, boss."

"Very well, I will explain later. For now we have a very important guest to attend to, come." He strode around his desk and Yuki followed. Shuichi, with no idea what else to do, followed his lover.
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