Soul's Requiem (Chapter 25 Part1)
A/N: -Blink- This is the last chapter. I can’t believe it! I know there’s a legion of you out there that think I’m ending it way too soon, and that things haven’t had time to properly develop. But I’m sorry. SR needs to end now, I can already feel myself slipping into this thing of updating less frequently and having less ideas. If I stretch it out any longer, it’s just going to get worse and worse and then the updates will stop coming so quickly and then they won’t come at all. I can guarantee you that I will eventually lost inspiration for this story and just waltz off while I try to think of some way to finish it. Believe me when I tell you that this is the point where it needs to end. All the twists and turns have been thrown into the open and I’m at the end of the road.
Do enjoy the last chapter of Soul’s Requiem.
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Life is a fragile thing. An unstable, ever-changing thing. It can be so easily taken away, deprived and destroyed. He knew that better than anyone. He’d watched the world through eyes that were unclouded by the stupidity of compassion and love. What had he seen? Idiots. Morons. The blind leading the blind.
They would never open their eyes to see the reality of the world around them, never realize the filth they wallowed in.
He was above them. Smarter, faster, greater. He would conquer the world and the idiots that called it their home. He would be a god.
He looked down at the brilliant diamond in his hand, watching the way the light reflected through the blood-red rubies.
He’d always been the smartest one in this adventure. No one had been able to see the forest through the trees. Naïve, bumbling idiots.
Stashing the Kwon Crest back in his pocket, Henney turned and pushed his way through the door, smile spread easily across his face. He’d won. He’d watched a little piece of the world crumble at his command and now he was moving on.
He made his way down the narrow alley, the tap of his shoes against the cobble stone sending an echo reverberating along the walls.
He pulled his keys from his pocket and held them aloft--ready to unlock his car--when I voice sounded from behind him.
“Running away?”
Henney scowled slightly as he dropped his hand and turned to look at Miyavi, who was leaning against a large, green dumpsters, his head cocked to the left slightly.
“My work here is done.”
“You’re a bad guy. The bad guys always die in the end.” Miyavi retorted as he pushed himself off the dumpster and strolled closer to Henney, his eyes narrowed slightly as he contemplated the other male.
“The bad guy always dies because a good guy was writing the story. That’s not how the real game works.” Henney responded with a slight sneer, annoyance bubbling in the pit of his stomach.
“But this is my story, and I’m not a good guy.” Miyavi tilted his head to the right slightly, a small smile twitching his mouth upwards.
“But you’re not going to kill me.” Henney stated confidently, taking a few steps back towards Miyavi.
A silence fell, gazes locked as they gauged the strength and intelligence of the other. It was a tense moment, one man flung far from the reaches of sanity and the other a man who couldn’t have cared less for human life, in fact, he lived to see it destroyed. Insanity and evil incarnate.
“No.” Miyavi broke the silence, a dark glint settling over his eyes. “Sometimes the bad guy gets away.” He added as he stepped back and shrugged his shoulders. “But when it’s your time to die, I’ll be waiting in the shadows to take you down to hell. I’ll laugh while the tortured souls of Hades eat you alive.” He smirked softly, seeming perfectly unconcerned by his own words.
Henney scoffed slightly, eyes narrowing as he looked down at the male before him. “Hades would be wise to quake before me and shut the gates tight to keep me out. Just like the rest of the world.” He matched Miyavi’s smirk for a moment before he turned and made his way towards the silver Volvo.
“All of this chaos for the crest?” Miyavi suddenly asked, looking at Henney’s left pocket with slightly raised brow.
“No. This chaos is to prove that I’m better and smarter. The crest is my payment for opening their eyes.” He called over his shoulder as he unlocked the car and opened his door.
“I’ll see you in hell, Miyavi.” He chuckled lightly when turned back and found the alley empty. Perhaps Miyavi really was a ghost.
Whatever the case was, Daniel Henney never cared to see the other man again. He was done with Korean gangs and their petty leaders. His next stop was to bigger and better things.
He had always wanted to cause a world war.
Thus a man of pure evil drove down the roads of Italy, unconcerned with the damage and heartache he was leaving behind. He cared not for the losses of others, so long as he got his reward in the end. So long as he was god.
Miyavi was right. Sometimes the bad guys get away. That’s just how life works..
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The atmosphere on the private jet was tense. Everyone sitting buckled into their seats, eyes pinned onto the empty air in front of them.
Their minds were lost within the jumbled haze of pre-battle jitters. They were heading off to a fight that might kill them. They were marching on the enemy, even as they looked into the eyes of death. One stray bullet, one deadly hit to the head and it would all be over. A life would be ended and the fighting would continue until all the bodies lay bleeding on the floor. Only then, after such carnage, could they declare the winner.
“Are you nervous?” Eunhyuk breathed to Changmin, his face pale and looking slightly drawn. The fear was clear in his eyes and he made no move to hide it.
“I’ve never been more scared in my life.” Changmin breathed without turning his gaze away from the window. It was true, he’d never felt such terror and dread rushing through his veins. He kept a tight grip on the arm of the chair in order to keep his hands from trembling noticeably.
“I don’t think I can really grasp the reality that I could die today. I could get hit by a stray bullet and never get to see Junsu or Jaejoong again. It could all end…just like that.” Changmin pulled in a deep breath through his nose, trying to calm the wild beating of his heart.
“You get used to it.” The other male responded with a smile he probably meant to be comforting. It looked more like a grimace.
“That’s the part that worries me.”
“What are you going to do after you get Jaejoong back?” Eunhyuk questioned slowly, something in his eyes seemed off, as if he were trying not to hope for a certain answer.
“I’m going to take both him and Junsu and get as far away from the gangs as we can. I never want to deal with them again.” Changmin stated firmly, no hesitation lingering in his voice. He’d been contemplating that very thought not long ago. He knew that the rest of the gang had come to view him as a leader, but that kind of life was not the one he wanted. He didn’t want to be near the thing that had hurt Jaejoong and Junsu so badly. He didn’t care if they had to run for the rest of their lives…they would get away from it.
“What about the Kim Organization? What are we going to do?” Eunhyuk sounded slightly wounded, as if Changmin had slapped him across the face.
“The Kim Organization is over. The Kim heritage is no longer in line to inherit the gang lord crown. You can go and live your life like a normal person.” Changmin responded as he turned to meet Eunhyuk’s gaze. “This is a chance for you to be free of the Korean underworld. You have hordes of money, so at least try a different way of life before you jump back into selling drugs and whatever else it is you do.” He suggested softly, lowering his voice to keep the other gang members for listening in.
Eunhyuk mulled over Changmin’s words for a moment, his face looking somewhere between terrified and devastated. “I didn’t ever think the Kim Organization was going to end. I had always assumed that Jaejoong would step in as leader after Mr. Kim died. I can’t believe that it’s over.” He shook his head slightly, as if that simple movement would change the events that had taken place over the month and a half that Jaejoong had been gone.
“Have you ever thought about settling down? You know, finding someone that makes you happy? Falling in love?” Changmin suggested with a slightly raised brow, slightly confused by how attached to the gang life Eunhyuk seemed to be.
“I’m not really a relationship kind of guy. I like being on my own, by myself.” He replied with a sort of sad smile.
Changmin opened his mouth to make a reply, but stopped when he saw a man exit from the cockpit.
“We’ll be landing in an hour.” He stated simply, deep voice reverberating around the cabin. He paused for a split second before turning around and moving back through the cockpit door, leaving everyone in stunned silence.
“I guess it’s almost time” Changmin breathed, nervous jitters edging his voice. He hoped that everything would turn out alright in the end.
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The Lee Organization was in an uproar.
At around six in the morning, Sungmin’s body had been found by a lower ranking member of the gang. Mr. Lee had been devastated when he’d found out, even going so far to shoot all three of his guards in the head. He felt on the brink of madness from the force of his sorrow. How could his son be gone? His one and only heir to the Lee Organization. His anger had burned hotter than any time before in his life, the lust for revenge settling itself over his heart in its all consuming fashion.
Mr. Lee had locked himself in his room, simply wallowing in his sorrow and pain.
But that had been three days ago.
The past was the past and he was moving on. Besides, he had bigger and more important things to worry about.
“Sir?” His subordinate came into the room, voice obviously hesitant as he took a few steps past the threshold of the door. “There was a report faxed to us about an hour ago.” He held up a sheet of paper, hand trembling slightly in an outward show of his fear.
Mr. Lee glanced up from the files he was looking over, a slight smile pulling across his face at a welcome interruption. He was getting tired of going through countless files of business transactions and reports. He would have to hire a secretary.
“What does it say?” He questioned as he removed his glasses and laid that on his oak desk.
The man pursed his lips, shifting his weight from his left foot to his right. He swallowed and averted his eyes to his shoes before he began speaking, “The Kims are on there way here with full forces.” His voice trembled slightly as he spoke, his eyes never straying from his gleaming shoes.
“What?” Mr. Lee snapped, standing from his chair so quickly that it nearly knocked it backwards. “How did you find this out?” He snapped, marching around his desk and stalked forward to snatch the piece of paper from the other man’s hand.
“We have informants--”
“Do we have time to get our men here from America?” Mr. Lee cut him off, crumpling the sheet of paper in his left hand.
“No sir. They should be here within three hours.” The man took a slight step backwards, his eyes straying to the gun attached to Mr. Lee’s right hip.
“Why are we only hearing about this now? If we had informants, why didn’t they get this news to us faster?” He growled, tossing the ball of paper to the ground before he turned and stalked back to his desk, hastily pulling out drawers and ruffling through stacks of paper.
“We had a bit of a communications problem. I’m sorry, Sir.” He bowed deeply, fists clenched at his side in some attempt to hide his anxiety.
“No. What’s done is done. Right now I need to focus on finishing my game.” Mr. Lee stated as he pulled a ring of keys from his desk drawer, taking a moment to pick out the only gold one of the bunch. “In the meantime, have all our forces brought back to base to get ready for the attack.” Mr. Lee instructed before he strode past the man and exited his office.
Even with the impending fight, it was more important that he finish his game.
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Changmin felt tense as the plane’s wheels hit the ground, jolting the aircraft slightly. He could feel the adrenalin beginning to pump through his body, causing his breath to shorten and his mouth to go dry. He was as anxious to get to the Lee Headquarters as he was to get away from it.
“How long will it take us to reach the Lee Headquarters from the airport?” Changmin questioned Eunhyuk, his body shifting in the seat so he could look at the other male directly.
“Thirty or forty minutes. It depends on the traffic,”
Thirty or forty minutes and Changmin would be putting his life on the line in order to save Jaejoong’s life.
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Jaejoong couldn’t explain it. No one should even try. He’d always told himself that he would forever hate Jung Yunho…that the other male was an arrogant pig just like the rest of the Jung Organization. So when had things so suddenly changed? Why did he know feel this swooping sensation in his stomach whenever he saw Yunho? Where had that feeling of sick dread gone to? Why had it left?
He wanted to deny that he was falling in love with Yunho. But what else could it have been? Yunho had proved that he was more than Jaejoong had first thought. He was someone with deep character and a strong belief in his duty. He was passionate in his love as well as his anger. He lived life so controlled because the passion in his body was so great that it couldn’t be left to burn freely. Jaejoong loved it. He loved most everything that he once claimed to hate about the other male. He loved when Yunho would smile and his eyes would scrunch up in a manner that didn’t fit his controlled appearance. He loved how Yunho cared for him so deeply, making promises about their future together and how happy their lives were going to be. He loved those moments when they would just sit in the silence, holding each other close to seek some kind of comfort from the harsh reality around them.
He was the man that was saving Jaejoong from his own insanity. There was no denying that.
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Changmin could feel his legs shaking slightly as he stood and made his way from the plane, the rest of the party taking part in the complete silence that had reigned over the entire trip. There was a feeling that they were marching to their deaths, even with greater manpower.
That silence still blanketed them as they got into cars with windows tinted black and drove off into the beautiful land called Italy.
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“Yunho, when we get out of here…I want to get a dog. My dad never let me have a dog and I’ve always wanted a Golden Retriever.” Jaejoong stated thoughtfully as he rested his head against Yunho’s shoulder, the action becoming a habit of sorts.
“I’ll get you whatever you want when we get out of here, Jaejoong. Just say the word at it’s yours.” Yunho promised softly as his arms wrapped around Jaejoong’s broad shoulders.
Promises uttered in the throes of coming annihilation. Could they be trusted?
The lock on the cell door clicked.
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Changmin felt as if he were going to simply jump out of his own skin if they didn’t get some sort of action soon. He felt claustrophobic in the small compartment of the car, his body squeezed in between Eunhyuk and Seung-Chun.
He wanted to move; wanted to feel like he was actually getting something done.
“How much longer?” He questioned Eunhyuk for the nth time since they’d gotten in the car.
Eunhyuk pursed his lips slightly but said nothing as he glanced out the window and sighed, “Twenty minutes…maybe.”
Almost there.
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Jaejoong and Yunho quickly separated as the door swung open and Mr. Lee came strolling into the cell.
“Good afternoon, boys.” He greeted in a nonchalant manner, a bright smile lighting up his face. “I thought we’d just have a bit of a conversation.” He added, gesturing in a sort of offhanded manner, as if it were completely normal for him to be talking to prisoners.
Jaejoong felt Yunho tense noticeably next to him. In fact, his sudden change in demeanor had Jaejoong feeling slightly anxious. Did Yunho know something he didn’t?
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“Is that it?” Changmin breathed, eyes wide as he felt the car beginning to slow noticeably.
The black vehicle pulled to a stop in front of a large brick building. It looked almost sinister is how normal it was. It was probably about a mile from the main road, but was set close together with three other brick buildings. All of them reached four stories high and looked to stretch backwards for quite a distance. They were certainly large buildings.
“That’s it.” Eunhyuk confirmed as he pulled two pistols from their hostlers on his hips. “It’s time.”
The doors on twelve cars opened in near tandem and groups of heavily armed men began to pour onto the side of the road.
Indeed it was time.
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“What do you want?” Yunho growled as he stood from the ground and towered of Mr. Lee, his eyes dark with a warning. He couldn’t believe that this would be the time when everything was going to be revealed to Jaejoong. It was too soon. Jaejoong didn’t love him and his month still wasn’t up. Something wasn’t right.
“Now Yunho, don’t play stupid with me.” Mr. Lee fired back, shifting his jacket slightly so that the handle of his fun was displayed clearly for the other male to see.
Jaejoong sucked in a slightly surprised breath before he stood from the ground and reached out an hand to Yunho’s shoulder.
“Don’t to anything rash, Yunho.” He pleaded softly, grip tightening slightly.
Yunho could feel his heart beginning to shatter in his chest. He fought to keep back the tears.
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Jaejoong stood next to Yunho, confused at the sudden hostility that filled Yunho’s entire body. The other male was ridged from the tension running through his entire body. What in the world was going on?
“Look at how much he cares for you.” Mr. Lee chuckled slightly, motioning to Jaejoong’s hand on Yunho shoulder.
Jaejoong felt his stomach churn at the attention he was receiving from the other man. He wanted him to go away and die a horrible death.
“Have you told him, Yunho?” Mr. Lee questioned, tilting his head to the left slightly as his eyebrows pulled in a bit.
Jaejoong felt a new wave of confusion wash over his body, his hand dropping away from Yunho’s shoulder as his face became one of obvious befuddlement. “Told me what?” He asked weakly, not sure he even wanted to know.
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Yunho felt Jaejoong’s hand drop away from his shoulder, his entire body screaming for its return. He wanted nothing more than to have Jaejoong in his arms again. He didn’t care if they starved to death in a cement cell. All he wanted was to stay with Jaejoong and die with the other male in his arms. The pain he felt in his heart was worse than death itself. How much worse would it be for Jaejoong?
“No. No I haven’t told him.” Yunho managed to grind out, his fists clenched at his side as he fought to maintain control of himself. He couldn’t slip now, not when he was so close to setting Jaejoong free.
He could make this one sacrifice for Jaejoong. Even if it meant breaking his heart.
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“Henney’s gone.”
“Holy shit, Miyavi!” Changmin startled badly as Miyavi just seemed to materialize slightly behind him. “What the hell are you doing?” He breathed, trying to control his rapid heartbeat as the group continued to move down the white and black hall.
“I’m watching.” He shrugged slightly, his head tilting to the left as he lifted his hand and pointed to a hallway that branched off to the left. “People are coming down that hallway.” He stated easily.
Changmin felt his heart leap into his throat as his eyes moved to the hallway Miyavi was pointing at. “How do you….where did he go?” Changmin breathed, turning to look at Eunhyuk, who was standing right next to him.
“Down that hallway.” He muttered, gesturing back towards a hallway about five feet away. “He doesn’t really make a lot of noise when he leaves.” Eunhyuk breathed absently as he moved forward and pressed his back against the wall, guns head ready to fire.
“On the count of three.” He mouthed to Changmin, receiving a nod from the other male.
One
Two
Three
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Do enjoy the last chapter of Soul’s Requiem.
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Life is a fragile thing. An unstable, ever-changing thing. It can be so easily taken away, deprived and destroyed. He knew that better than anyone. He’d watched the world through eyes that were unclouded by the stupidity of compassion and love. What had he seen? Idiots. Morons. The blind leading the blind.
They would never open their eyes to see the reality of the world around them, never realize the filth they wallowed in.
He was above them. Smarter, faster, greater. He would conquer the world and the idiots that called it their home. He would be a god.
He looked down at the brilliant diamond in his hand, watching the way the light reflected through the blood-red rubies.
He’d always been the smartest one in this adventure. No one had been able to see the forest through the trees. Naïve, bumbling idiots.
Stashing the Kwon Crest back in his pocket, Henney turned and pushed his way through the door, smile spread easily across his face. He’d won. He’d watched a little piece of the world crumble at his command and now he was moving on.
He made his way down the narrow alley, the tap of his shoes against the cobble stone sending an echo reverberating along the walls.
He pulled his keys from his pocket and held them aloft--ready to unlock his car--when I voice sounded from behind him.
“Running away?”
Henney scowled slightly as he dropped his hand and turned to look at Miyavi, who was leaning against a large, green dumpsters, his head cocked to the left slightly.
“My work here is done.”
“You’re a bad guy. The bad guys always die in the end.” Miyavi retorted as he pushed himself off the dumpster and strolled closer to Henney, his eyes narrowed slightly as he contemplated the other male.
“The bad guy always dies because a good guy was writing the story. That’s not how the real game works.” Henney responded with a slight sneer, annoyance bubbling in the pit of his stomach.
“But this is my story, and I’m not a good guy.” Miyavi tilted his head to the right slightly, a small smile twitching his mouth upwards.
“But you’re not going to kill me.” Henney stated confidently, taking a few steps back towards Miyavi.
A silence fell, gazes locked as they gauged the strength and intelligence of the other. It was a tense moment, one man flung far from the reaches of sanity and the other a man who couldn’t have cared less for human life, in fact, he lived to see it destroyed. Insanity and evil incarnate.
“No.” Miyavi broke the silence, a dark glint settling over his eyes. “Sometimes the bad guy gets away.” He added as he stepped back and shrugged his shoulders. “But when it’s your time to die, I’ll be waiting in the shadows to take you down to hell. I’ll laugh while the tortured souls of Hades eat you alive.” He smirked softly, seeming perfectly unconcerned by his own words.
Henney scoffed slightly, eyes narrowing as he looked down at the male before him. “Hades would be wise to quake before me and shut the gates tight to keep me out. Just like the rest of the world.” He matched Miyavi’s smirk for a moment before he turned and made his way towards the silver Volvo.
“All of this chaos for the crest?” Miyavi suddenly asked, looking at Henney’s left pocket with slightly raised brow.
“No. This chaos is to prove that I’m better and smarter. The crest is my payment for opening their eyes.” He called over his shoulder as he unlocked the car and opened his door.
“I’ll see you in hell, Miyavi.” He chuckled lightly when turned back and found the alley empty. Perhaps Miyavi really was a ghost.
Whatever the case was, Daniel Henney never cared to see the other man again. He was done with Korean gangs and their petty leaders. His next stop was to bigger and better things.
He had always wanted to cause a world war.
Thus a man of pure evil drove down the roads of Italy, unconcerned with the damage and heartache he was leaving behind. He cared not for the losses of others, so long as he got his reward in the end. So long as he was god.
Miyavi was right. Sometimes the bad guys get away. That’s just how life works..
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The atmosphere on the private jet was tense. Everyone sitting buckled into their seats, eyes pinned onto the empty air in front of them.
Their minds were lost within the jumbled haze of pre-battle jitters. They were heading off to a fight that might kill them. They were marching on the enemy, even as they looked into the eyes of death. One stray bullet, one deadly hit to the head and it would all be over. A life would be ended and the fighting would continue until all the bodies lay bleeding on the floor. Only then, after such carnage, could they declare the winner.
“Are you nervous?” Eunhyuk breathed to Changmin, his face pale and looking slightly drawn. The fear was clear in his eyes and he made no move to hide it.
“I’ve never been more scared in my life.” Changmin breathed without turning his gaze away from the window. It was true, he’d never felt such terror and dread rushing through his veins. He kept a tight grip on the arm of the chair in order to keep his hands from trembling noticeably.
“I don’t think I can really grasp the reality that I could die today. I could get hit by a stray bullet and never get to see Junsu or Jaejoong again. It could all end…just like that.” Changmin pulled in a deep breath through his nose, trying to calm the wild beating of his heart.
“You get used to it.” The other male responded with a smile he probably meant to be comforting. It looked more like a grimace.
“That’s the part that worries me.”
“What are you going to do after you get Jaejoong back?” Eunhyuk questioned slowly, something in his eyes seemed off, as if he were trying not to hope for a certain answer.
“I’m going to take both him and Junsu and get as far away from the gangs as we can. I never want to deal with them again.” Changmin stated firmly, no hesitation lingering in his voice. He’d been contemplating that very thought not long ago. He knew that the rest of the gang had come to view him as a leader, but that kind of life was not the one he wanted. He didn’t want to be near the thing that had hurt Jaejoong and Junsu so badly. He didn’t care if they had to run for the rest of their lives…they would get away from it.
“What about the Kim Organization? What are we going to do?” Eunhyuk sounded slightly wounded, as if Changmin had slapped him across the face.
“The Kim Organization is over. The Kim heritage is no longer in line to inherit the gang lord crown. You can go and live your life like a normal person.” Changmin responded as he turned to meet Eunhyuk’s gaze. “This is a chance for you to be free of the Korean underworld. You have hordes of money, so at least try a different way of life before you jump back into selling drugs and whatever else it is you do.” He suggested softly, lowering his voice to keep the other gang members for listening in.
Eunhyuk mulled over Changmin’s words for a moment, his face looking somewhere between terrified and devastated. “I didn’t ever think the Kim Organization was going to end. I had always assumed that Jaejoong would step in as leader after Mr. Kim died. I can’t believe that it’s over.” He shook his head slightly, as if that simple movement would change the events that had taken place over the month and a half that Jaejoong had been gone.
“Have you ever thought about settling down? You know, finding someone that makes you happy? Falling in love?” Changmin suggested with a slightly raised brow, slightly confused by how attached to the gang life Eunhyuk seemed to be.
“I’m not really a relationship kind of guy. I like being on my own, by myself.” He replied with a sort of sad smile.
Changmin opened his mouth to make a reply, but stopped when he saw a man exit from the cockpit.
“We’ll be landing in an hour.” He stated simply, deep voice reverberating around the cabin. He paused for a split second before turning around and moving back through the cockpit door, leaving everyone in stunned silence.
“I guess it’s almost time” Changmin breathed, nervous jitters edging his voice. He hoped that everything would turn out alright in the end.
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The Lee Organization was in an uproar.
At around six in the morning, Sungmin’s body had been found by a lower ranking member of the gang. Mr. Lee had been devastated when he’d found out, even going so far to shoot all three of his guards in the head. He felt on the brink of madness from the force of his sorrow. How could his son be gone? His one and only heir to the Lee Organization. His anger had burned hotter than any time before in his life, the lust for revenge settling itself over his heart in its all consuming fashion.
Mr. Lee had locked himself in his room, simply wallowing in his sorrow and pain.
But that had been three days ago.
The past was the past and he was moving on. Besides, he had bigger and more important things to worry about.
“Sir?” His subordinate came into the room, voice obviously hesitant as he took a few steps past the threshold of the door. “There was a report faxed to us about an hour ago.” He held up a sheet of paper, hand trembling slightly in an outward show of his fear.
Mr. Lee glanced up from the files he was looking over, a slight smile pulling across his face at a welcome interruption. He was getting tired of going through countless files of business transactions and reports. He would have to hire a secretary.
“What does it say?” He questioned as he removed his glasses and laid that on his oak desk.
The man pursed his lips, shifting his weight from his left foot to his right. He swallowed and averted his eyes to his shoes before he began speaking, “The Kims are on there way here with full forces.” His voice trembled slightly as he spoke, his eyes never straying from his gleaming shoes.
“What?” Mr. Lee snapped, standing from his chair so quickly that it nearly knocked it backwards. “How did you find this out?” He snapped, marching around his desk and stalked forward to snatch the piece of paper from the other man’s hand.
“We have informants--”
“Do we have time to get our men here from America?” Mr. Lee cut him off, crumpling the sheet of paper in his left hand.
“No sir. They should be here within three hours.” The man took a slight step backwards, his eyes straying to the gun attached to Mr. Lee’s right hip.
“Why are we only hearing about this now? If we had informants, why didn’t they get this news to us faster?” He growled, tossing the ball of paper to the ground before he turned and stalked back to his desk, hastily pulling out drawers and ruffling through stacks of paper.
“We had a bit of a communications problem. I’m sorry, Sir.” He bowed deeply, fists clenched at his side in some attempt to hide his anxiety.
“No. What’s done is done. Right now I need to focus on finishing my game.” Mr. Lee stated as he pulled a ring of keys from his desk drawer, taking a moment to pick out the only gold one of the bunch. “In the meantime, have all our forces brought back to base to get ready for the attack.” Mr. Lee instructed before he strode past the man and exited his office.
Even with the impending fight, it was more important that he finish his game.
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Changmin felt tense as the plane’s wheels hit the ground, jolting the aircraft slightly. He could feel the adrenalin beginning to pump through his body, causing his breath to shorten and his mouth to go dry. He was as anxious to get to the Lee Headquarters as he was to get away from it.
“How long will it take us to reach the Lee Headquarters from the airport?” Changmin questioned Eunhyuk, his body shifting in the seat so he could look at the other male directly.
“Thirty or forty minutes. It depends on the traffic,”
Thirty or forty minutes and Changmin would be putting his life on the line in order to save Jaejoong’s life.
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Jaejoong couldn’t explain it. No one should even try. He’d always told himself that he would forever hate Jung Yunho…that the other male was an arrogant pig just like the rest of the Jung Organization. So when had things so suddenly changed? Why did he know feel this swooping sensation in his stomach whenever he saw Yunho? Where had that feeling of sick dread gone to? Why had it left?
He wanted to deny that he was falling in love with Yunho. But what else could it have been? Yunho had proved that he was more than Jaejoong had first thought. He was someone with deep character and a strong belief in his duty. He was passionate in his love as well as his anger. He lived life so controlled because the passion in his body was so great that it couldn’t be left to burn freely. Jaejoong loved it. He loved most everything that he once claimed to hate about the other male. He loved when Yunho would smile and his eyes would scrunch up in a manner that didn’t fit his controlled appearance. He loved how Yunho cared for him so deeply, making promises about their future together and how happy their lives were going to be. He loved those moments when they would just sit in the silence, holding each other close to seek some kind of comfort from the harsh reality around them.
He was the man that was saving Jaejoong from his own insanity. There was no denying that.
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Changmin could feel his legs shaking slightly as he stood and made his way from the plane, the rest of the party taking part in the complete silence that had reigned over the entire trip. There was a feeling that they were marching to their deaths, even with greater manpower.
That silence still blanketed them as they got into cars with windows tinted black and drove off into the beautiful land called Italy.
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“Yunho, when we get out of here…I want to get a dog. My dad never let me have a dog and I’ve always wanted a Golden Retriever.” Jaejoong stated thoughtfully as he rested his head against Yunho’s shoulder, the action becoming a habit of sorts.
“I’ll get you whatever you want when we get out of here, Jaejoong. Just say the word at it’s yours.” Yunho promised softly as his arms wrapped around Jaejoong’s broad shoulders.
Promises uttered in the throes of coming annihilation. Could they be trusted?
The lock on the cell door clicked.
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Changmin felt as if he were going to simply jump out of his own skin if they didn’t get some sort of action soon. He felt claustrophobic in the small compartment of the car, his body squeezed in between Eunhyuk and Seung-Chun.
He wanted to move; wanted to feel like he was actually getting something done.
“How much longer?” He questioned Eunhyuk for the nth time since they’d gotten in the car.
Eunhyuk pursed his lips slightly but said nothing as he glanced out the window and sighed, “Twenty minutes…maybe.”
Almost there.
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Jaejoong and Yunho quickly separated as the door swung open and Mr. Lee came strolling into the cell.
“Good afternoon, boys.” He greeted in a nonchalant manner, a bright smile lighting up his face. “I thought we’d just have a bit of a conversation.” He added, gesturing in a sort of offhanded manner, as if it were completely normal for him to be talking to prisoners.
Jaejoong felt Yunho tense noticeably next to him. In fact, his sudden change in demeanor had Jaejoong feeling slightly anxious. Did Yunho know something he didn’t?
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“Is that it?” Changmin breathed, eyes wide as he felt the car beginning to slow noticeably.
The black vehicle pulled to a stop in front of a large brick building. It looked almost sinister is how normal it was. It was probably about a mile from the main road, but was set close together with three other brick buildings. All of them reached four stories high and looked to stretch backwards for quite a distance. They were certainly large buildings.
“That’s it.” Eunhyuk confirmed as he pulled two pistols from their hostlers on his hips. “It’s time.”
The doors on twelve cars opened in near tandem and groups of heavily armed men began to pour onto the side of the road.
Indeed it was time.
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“What do you want?” Yunho growled as he stood from the ground and towered of Mr. Lee, his eyes dark with a warning. He couldn’t believe that this would be the time when everything was going to be revealed to Jaejoong. It was too soon. Jaejoong didn’t love him and his month still wasn’t up. Something wasn’t right.
“Now Yunho, don’t play stupid with me.” Mr. Lee fired back, shifting his jacket slightly so that the handle of his fun was displayed clearly for the other male to see.
Jaejoong sucked in a slightly surprised breath before he stood from the ground and reached out an hand to Yunho’s shoulder.
“Don’t to anything rash, Yunho.” He pleaded softly, grip tightening slightly.
Yunho could feel his heart beginning to shatter in his chest. He fought to keep back the tears.
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Jaejoong stood next to Yunho, confused at the sudden hostility that filled Yunho’s entire body. The other male was ridged from the tension running through his entire body. What in the world was going on?
“Look at how much he cares for you.” Mr. Lee chuckled slightly, motioning to Jaejoong’s hand on Yunho shoulder.
Jaejoong felt his stomach churn at the attention he was receiving from the other man. He wanted him to go away and die a horrible death.
“Have you told him, Yunho?” Mr. Lee questioned, tilting his head to the left slightly as his eyebrows pulled in a bit.
Jaejoong felt a new wave of confusion wash over his body, his hand dropping away from Yunho’s shoulder as his face became one of obvious befuddlement. “Told me what?” He asked weakly, not sure he even wanted to know.
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Yunho felt Jaejoong’s hand drop away from his shoulder, his entire body screaming for its return. He wanted nothing more than to have Jaejoong in his arms again. He didn’t care if they starved to death in a cement cell. All he wanted was to stay with Jaejoong and die with the other male in his arms. The pain he felt in his heart was worse than death itself. How much worse would it be for Jaejoong?
“No. No I haven’t told him.” Yunho managed to grind out, his fists clenched at his side as he fought to maintain control of himself. He couldn’t slip now, not when he was so close to setting Jaejoong free.
He could make this one sacrifice for Jaejoong. Even if it meant breaking his heart.
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“Henney’s gone.”
“Holy shit, Miyavi!” Changmin startled badly as Miyavi just seemed to materialize slightly behind him. “What the hell are you doing?” He breathed, trying to control his rapid heartbeat as the group continued to move down the white and black hall.
“I’m watching.” He shrugged slightly, his head tilting to the left as he lifted his hand and pointed to a hallway that branched off to the left. “People are coming down that hallway.” He stated easily.
Changmin felt his heart leap into his throat as his eyes moved to the hallway Miyavi was pointing at. “How do you….where did he go?” Changmin breathed, turning to look at Eunhyuk, who was standing right next to him.
“Down that hallway.” He muttered, gesturing back towards a hallway about five feet away. “He doesn’t really make a lot of noise when he leaves.” Eunhyuk breathed absently as he moved forward and pressed his back against the wall, guns head ready to fire.
“On the count of three.” He mouthed to Changmin, receiving a nod from the other male.
One
Two
Three
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