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TITLE: In a Different Light

AUTHOR: Tal & Thorn (evilninja1979@yahoo.com)

FANDOM: Heat Guy J

RATING: NC-17

WARNINGS: Yaoi, BDSM, some Non-con in later chapters, Blatant Drug use, violence (both sexual and non-sexual)
SUMMARY: Clair Leonelli is targeted by a sniper & Daisuke is called in to act a bodyguard for him. Main Pairing Clair X Daisuke. Some others implied.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This takes place after Dais and Clair face off on top of the Vita building, but before Episode #16 (Target). Liberties were taken with characters� pasts but with only 26 episodes total we believe there is room for that. Reviews are greatly appreciated.

DISCLAIMER: Don�t own them, not making any money off them.

Chapter 9

          �Daisuke,� J took two steps away from the building to greet his partner. �Mr. Leonelli is still in the operating room. And the other men are here.�

          �Oh, great,� Daisuke walked past J. �Stay ready. I might need you. I may not walk into the warmest of receptions.� But Boma had helped him decide how he was going to handle this and as soon as the doctor gave him the ok, he was going to stay by Clair�s side until he woke. The blonde man put on a neutral grin and made his way into the waiting room. �Glad to see you got here all right.� Daisuke barely had time to see Ian and Mitchal�s friendly grins before Giovanni�s fist connected with his jaw.

�What the fuck is wrong with you? You took him clubbing. You let him take god knows how many drugs and then you�� he cut himself off. �Never mind. I don�t need to know what you did in the basement. I can guess.� He glared viciously at Daisuke. �And after all that, you abandon him to some crack pot underground mad scientist!�

          Unable to stop his head from swimming, Daisuke found himself talking to two Giovannis. Thank god J had been there or he�d be on the floor. It didn�t feel like Giovanni had held back. �This is the best place in the world to get him the medical attention he needs.� He started to defend himself before any of Giovanni�s words trickled off into his own guilt pool. �And he�d have gone to the club alone if I hadn�t gone with him. And unlike you, I don�t have years of experience dealing with his whims and sudden ideas. Your boss can be quite stubborn.�

          �I don�t know. Sounds like he knows Mr. Leonelli better than he realizes,� Mitchell muttered to Ian.

          Ian nodded in agreement as the argument raged on. �I think Giovanni�s just pissed because Master Clair never lets any of us follow him to the clubs. You know how he is about Clair.�

          �Yeah, poor guy. I wish he could find someone else. It�s not good for him to always be around Master Clair and never feel back what he still feels.� Mitchell turned to look at the deep ocean view out the window. �Wow, there really is a mermaid. Just like that girl said last time.�

          �Guess so,� Ian turned in his seat and leaned his chin on the back of Mitchell�s chair. �Man, they sure are getting loud.�

          �Yeah, if I was the doc here I�d be kicking both of them out.�

          �I told you! I didn�t know he had the needle until it was too late!� Daisuke repeated louder as if Giovanni had suddenly gone deaf. J was holding back the smaller man from getting physical.

          �That�s it!� the curtain lifted and the doctor stomped out. He pointed to the door with a bloody finger. �Get out, the whole lot of you. I can�t concentrate if you�re all screaming and yelling out here.� He glared at Daisuke, J and Giovanni. He didn�t seem to notice Ian or Mitchell at all.

          �No, wait! We�ll stop fighting. I have to be here when he wakes up. I can�t leave him.� Daisuke said as J let him go.

          �If you�re going to stay, sit down and shut up.� The doctor snapped. �One peep out of any of you and I�ll remove you all myself.� He stomped back into the operating room, muttering under his breath.

          Daisuke walked past Giovanni and sprawled out on the couch. He was pretty tired having only sort of rested for less then an hour back at the apartment, gone clubbing, been worried about and not to mention assaulted by Clair. Also the only sustenance he�d had all day had been alcohol. Finally, the direct hit to the jaw had made him a little more aware of his own fatigue. He closed his eyes not intending to sleep, just rest.

          Several hours later the doctor stepped out of the operating room, looking worn and covered in blood. He looked around the waiting room at the four men, all of whom had finally succumbed to exhaustion. Giovanni was laying face down on the second couch. Ian had slumped down and over, his head now laying in Mitchell�s lap. Mitchell was leaning his head back, muttering softly in his sleep. Daisuke was a tangle of arms and legs like he�d been trying to make himself as uncomfortable as possible to keep from sleeping.

          The doctor looked up at J who was standing patiently just inside the door. �Tell them I did what I could. He needs to rest now. They should let him be for a while.� The doctor then disappeared back into the operating room, to take the passage that lead up to his small living quarters above the clinic.

          Cold. The air he was breathing was ice cold. And the sheet that was covering him was too thin to block the cold from attacking the rest of his body. His arms felt heavy. His head was cloudy. Clair tried to open his eyes, but there was nothing to see but the absolute darkness of the room. He blinked a few times and tried to pull the sheet closer to his mostly nude body. His left arm didn�t respond to his commands. That side of his body felt numb. So did his feet for that matter. It was far too cold.

          Am I dead? He asked himself as he struggled to sit up with only one arm for support. He reached over and felt his left arm. Yes, still attached. Good. Blinking some more, he saw the thin line of light from the edge of the curtain. He didn�t know where that doorway lead, but it had to be better then here. Maybe there was a warmer place he could hide. Maybe there was someone waiting for him.

          Or maybe this is hell and if I walk through that door I�ll be trapped forever in some cold pit filled with all my fears. Clair slid his feet off the edge of the table. Never know until I go through.

          He let the sheet drop to the floor and wearing only the suede pants and heavy bandages on his shoulder, Clair took the several steps to the doorway slowly. His legs didn�t seem to want to hold him up. They shook with every step. The pain in his shoulder was just a mild ache now but it still drained him. The doorway seemed to slip back a step for every two he took.

          Finally, he reached the sliver of light. Reaching up he took hold of the edge of the curtain and lifted it just enough to see the next room. Once his eyes adjusted to the sudden flood of light, he recognized it. It was the waiting room of the clinic in the Underground where he�d found the Celestial hiding. He saw Ian and Mitchell in a sleepy tangle of a hug that sprawled over two chairs. He looked a little further into the room and saw the two men sleeping on the couches. The doctor had come in at some point and covered them up. All that Clair could see was the tops of their heads, one blonde and one jet black. He leaned on the frame of the doorway and looked at them for a long time.

          The couches were both rather large and the men on them were both average sized. There was room for him to lie down with either one, if he didn�t mind being close. Well, he didn�t. He only hesitated because he didn�t know which to choose.

          Giovanni had always meant safety and warmth. He was a constant in Clair�s otherwise tumultuous life. He had never abandoned him, never betrayed him. And likely never would.

          But then there was Daisuke�

          He was new and exciting. Clair even could admit that he cared for him in a way that was distinctly different from the way he cared for his three bodyguards. He intrigued him. Clair wouldn�t have gone through all this trouble if Daisuke didn�t appeal to him in some way. But after he had nearly raped him twice, Clair wasn�t so sure Daisuke would welcome him with open arms and a smile.

          Giovanni would. Clair knew that without having to think about it. And that was probably the main reason he chose who he did.

          Clair paused, looking down at the sleeping man for a moment before he pulled the blanket back and slid bare feet onto the couch, slipping over him and forcing himself between the man and the back of the couch.

          �Make room for me, Daisuke,� Clair whispered, trying not to wake up everyone in the room.

          �You�re awake,� Daisuke said sleepily. �You came back to me.� Amazing what a person will say when they are at the moment before wakefulness. He lifted his arm to make more room and moved to the very edge of the couch to let Clair get comfortable hoping Clair realized he�d have to roll back and cover him if they were both going to stay on the couch. Boma�s words reemerged, fresh in his thoughts. Who will he be looking at? Then maybe this was real. Clair was coming to him for comfort. No one else.

          Mitchal roused from the noise and watched the movement in the darkness. He smiled and put his hand on Ian�s sleeping head. Then he looked at Giovanni and his smile lessened. Clair had made his choice and Mitchal understood. There was no one in the world for him but Ian. No one. If Daisuke was Clair�s Ian then he was overjoyed for the boy he�d grown to love like a brother� and crying for the man who�d loved that boy for over ten years.

          Pulling the blanket closer around his shoulders, Giovanni rolled over. He knew what was in Clair�s heart. He understood Clair better than anyone. It was not easy to watch him growing closer to Daisuke. But Giovanni had watched Clair from the moment this started. His fascination with Daisuke was no different than his dabbling in the commodities exchange or his flavor of the month approach to illegal drugs. It would consume him for a while. Drive him to extremes. Distract him from everything else. But in the end once he�d burned his way through the obsessive need to devour it whole, Clair would get bored and move on to another distraction. Daisuke would be just a phase in Clair�s life. Just a passing fancy, forgotten once the newness wore off.

          Giovanni knew Clair, understood Clair, loved Clair like no one else could. And Clair had to know that too.

          Clair tucked his good arm under his head and used the other to akwardly pull Daisuke back onto the couch. He shifted his weight a little and tangled his legs with Daisuke�s. He let his arm rest over Daisuke�s waist and bent his neck so that his forehead rested on Daisuke�s shoulder. �G�night,� he muttered.

          Daisuke held him as close as possible and kissing his forehead said, �good night, Clair.� Then he just stared at the sleeping young man occasionally petting his blue streaked hair. He couldn�t sleep. He had to make sure the less labored very much alive breathing was really there and was not going to stop.



          �You know, Tony, it doesn�t look too good for you when the target�s personal assistant virtually takes you to him and you still can�t find him,� the imposing man behind the desk put out his stub of a cigar in the obscenely huge crystal ashtray on his equally large desk. �You aren�t going to be able to pay your debt this way, you know.�

          �Yeah well, about that. I knew the guy�s every move and then he varies from the schedule I expect him t�follow.� Tony, a wiry and somewhat jittery man was standing very close to the door, almost having to yell to be heard. �And you should try following that guy. He�s crazy in the head. And my debt should be paid in full. I put three bullets in him already.�

          �Yet he�s still up and walking around. More exactly, he�s still up and dancing from what I hear.� The man rummaged around in the top drawer of his desk. �You might be able to remedy that, however.� He dropped a few photos onto the desk. �He�s running around with this lot. My sources say he�s in bad shape. No one matching the description of the target or any of his entourage has checked into any of the hospitals in Judoh. That means they�re probably at one of the slum doctors or some thing like that.� He shifted thick fingers through the pile of pictures. �If you can�t manage to shoot him, maybe grabbing him and bringing him back here will prove to be easier for you. I have some investors interested in some products featuring him. Might even be able to make a trilogy outta him. And either way, bring in this one.� He pointed to a specific picture. �This hot little blonde number made us a mint last time and there are still hardcore fans clamoring for his sequel.�

          Tony looked puzzled. �I didn�t think your stars got sequels or trilogies. Thought they were all kind of one hit wonders.�

          �There is a market for buildup tapes. You know torture and stuff for the really hot ones. We�ve only had four trilogies since my predecessor started this little business some twenty years ago. That kind of drawn out suffering and depravity draws quite an audience.�

          �So you want I should bring blondie in and try to get blue boy too. That�s gonna cost ya. More then I�ve got so far.�

          �You do this and I�ll forget all about what you owe me,� the man pulled out and lit another cigar. �Might even find yourself the proud owner of the little Vampire�s movie debut. Free of charge.�

          �You�re gonna get rich on these two. I want more.�

          �What you�ll get is my trust, Tony. No matter how much I pay you for this one job, it won�t compare to what I�ll pay you for the other jobs that arise in the future. You really don�t want me to take what could amount to millions of dollars and call say, Brucie or Wong, do you?�

          �Nah,� Tony shrugged and checked for his gun. �I got this one. But I ain�t no fool. Blondie is the city safety management guy who goes around with that hunk of junk. It won�t be easy. Might get Charlie in on it too, if you don�t mind. You�ve worked with him before.�

          �Yeah,� the man made a dismissive gesture as the phone rang. �Charlie�s cool. Do a good job and his fee just might fall under your expenses, which I am so generously covering.�

          �Right then. Warehouse 8 as usual, I�m guessing?� Tony asked already halfway out the door.

          The man nodded as he answered the phone, already onto business that wasn�t Tony and his assignment.
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