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BAM! To break my fucking writers block. This is basically a small part or something like that from a multi-fic I was going to write a while back, but I dunno if I like it. LULZ. So yeah, this is like the opening if I did it. If ever do it. If not it's just a one shot. I'll re-read it tomorrow for errors.
Title: Point Blank
Pairing: Kiyoharu x Riku (Solo x Chariots)
Rating: R
Chapter: Prologue/14
Summary: Better summary coming later.
Authors Note: One short or multi? Nobody knows, not even me.
Word Count: 1,571
A Masquerade. That was all the world was. One big ball, people hidden behind decorative masks of one emotion or none at all as they danced to the devil’s music oblivious to the sinful road they were headed down. One step to the left and one step to the right before bodies twirled and amongst the madness of the spinning people was The Devil hiding in the shadows with the cynical smile on his lips and sanity far from his presence.
One step to the left. One step to the right. Bodies beginning to twirl, but he himself didn’t go along, not this time. One step purposefully missed and not as graceful as he found himself standing on a thin line between life and death, but he was not going to follow into the madness with the rest of them. Only a fool would continue to be strung along, but he had pulled away and now here he was.
Eyes lazily lifting and looking past the windshield of the car with the cars surrounding them, but he was oblivious to the sirens that filled the streets and the guns aimed at the two vehicles in the center of the ring. He could hear the heavy breathing of the younger man beside him in the driver’s seat and glancing out of the corner to see the toned man reaching for a cigarette to calm his nerves. J didn’t miss the next step to the repetitive dance, but he had dragged him with him away from it. Why let a childhood friend suffer the madness when he could save him from it? But, now pulled from the madness, both were facing death with countless guns aimed at them and the man in the other car.
The rain pelting against the windshield and it seemed as if the glass would break with how the drops beat against the car. Kiyoharu’s own eyes went straight back to the man that he could see through the distorted rain drops. The one man that had ruined everything for him and taken away the few things he held close. The man who had thrown him in prison to be forgotten about just to gain the trust of a business client he himself had scared the hell out of and taken revenge upon. A smile on his lips at remembering such fond memory, stretching his arm out and reaching for the cigarette J had lit. He took a long drag off before he cracked the window and flicked the cigarette out. Kiyoharu chuckling softly at the police officers that seemed to jump every time there was movement, eager to fire the rounds into the car that would offer little protection for the two men inside.
“This is it.” Voice strained with the nicotine still in his lungs before shoulders relaxed and he exhaled the translucent smoke pass thick lips. Twenty years the pair had dedicated to the Yakuza and to their Don only to have the Don betray one and leave the younger wondering what the hell to do about his childhood friend and yet still remain loyal to the Yakuza. This was finally it. The final chapter in his book and possibly the final act the devil himself had to enjoy of him because he’d be damn to keep continuing with the madness of the masquerade.
Taking a deep breath for the two of them, both men simultaneously opened their doors and felt the rain beating down against their arms before they stepped out, and it wasn’t long before the rain had drenched them both, hair and clothes sticking to skin. Hands on the back of their head as they moved to the front of the car side by side and the two men didn’t pay any attention to the police officers surrounding them, no; they were the least of their worries. Two sets of dark eyes narrowed at the Don sitting in the car and looking nervous, which only made the childhood friends laugh at the sight of the man they once respected.
This was it. It was finally going to be over. Six months he had chased after the Don and this was how it was going to end. He had wished for things to be different. At least to let his hands be the one to put the Don out of his misery, but it seemed the law for once wanted to do their job. Kiyoharu pulling himself away from the man in front of him and scanning the dozens of police officers for the one stubborn law enforcement that gave him hell, but made the six months and before that interesting. Shutting his eyes for a moment to blink away the rain drops before he saw the bleached hair officer standing behind the car door and he finally noticed that Riku had been watching him the whole time. A smirk gracing the older man’s lips and he knew Riku had caught it and was already questioning what the hell the ex-Yakuza was planning to do.
But, the few seconds he had turned his head away and the only thing he caught as he turned his head to face back forward was J jumping in front of him and hearing the gurgling noise as the bullet pierced through the younger man’s body. Shouts ringing out from the police officers, but no shots were fired as Kiyoharu moved to catch J before he hit the ground. The entry of the bullet wound not hard to find with the torn fabric and he could already feel the warm liquid seeping through his own clothes and the body weight pushing the two men down on the ground. The older man ripping off his jacket and applying pressure to the wound, but the two knew J wasn’t going to survive. J struggling to smile and trying talk through a mouthful of blood. “This really was it.” Coughing and turning his head to spit the blood out before he shakily moved his hand into a balled fist and lightly hitting Kiyoharu in the shoulder. “Guess I’ll see you in Hell, but not today.” Smile still on his lips and the drops of blood trickling at the corners of his mouth before his breathing slowed and his body went limp.
Laughter breaking through the storm and Kiyoharu turned his head up to see the Don laughing hysterically before aiming the gun at Kiyoharu who was still on the ground holding his childhood friend before he moved his hand over open eye lids to close them before he placed the body gently on the ground and stood up. Feeling the guns aimed at the Don and him as he pulled out his own gun and aimed it at the Don. Raising his voice through the storm and making sure the Don heard every word that came from his lips. “You really are a fucking pathetic Don. You threw one of my friends in jail for some shit he didn’t do and only to do the same thing for me. Yakuza taking fucking pride with being thrown in jail, but now I know it’s a waste. You killed my fucking parents and now my best friend. You are a fucking piece of shit.” Words laced with venom and he didn’t even want to hear the Don’s voice, but it wasn’t even his voice that stopped him, but the damn bleached hair brat that always interfered at the worst moment possible.
“Mori, I know you don’t want to do this!” Stepping out from behind the car with his gun aimed at Kiyoharu before back at the Don and keeping it there as eyes watched both men. “Don’t let him get the best of you. If you kill him you are going to go straight back to jail. You’ll be throwing your life away again, you idiot!”
Kiyoharu keeping his own gun aimed and eyes glancing out of the corner over at Riku and shaking his head. “It’ll be worth the damn time of sitting there to rot to know I killed him with my own hands.”
“Or you can walk away from this and let us do our damn job. You can be a free man, Kiyo. I know you aren’t a fucking heartless bastard. Don’t stoop to his level. He may have taken people away that you were close with, but don’t let him take what morals you have away.”
Shoulders tensing at those words and Kiyoharu still had his gun aimed at the Don and eyes narrowed as he took a deep breath, seeing that this was the grand finale. Walk away a free man, or go to jail with his hands stained once more to avenge his loved ones. Facing directly towards the Don, this was what it really came down to. Some people would not have found the decision so hard, but for a man who dedicated twenty years to the Yakuza prison was nothing, yet his morals was all he had left. No Yakuza pride left in him, only his morals. It was just another point and shoot day, but even he doubted that as he stood there in the rain with the gun aimed at the Don and trying to make his decision.
Just another day in the life of a once respected Yakuza member. Just another day…
Title: Point Blank
Pairing: Kiyoharu x Riku (Solo x Chariots)
Rating: R
Chapter: Prologue/14
Summary: Better summary coming later.
Authors Note: One short or multi? Nobody knows, not even me.
Word Count: 1,571
A Masquerade. That was all the world was. One big ball, people hidden behind decorative masks of one emotion or none at all as they danced to the devil’s music oblivious to the sinful road they were headed down. One step to the left and one step to the right before bodies twirled and amongst the madness of the spinning people was The Devil hiding in the shadows with the cynical smile on his lips and sanity far from his presence.
One step to the left. One step to the right. Bodies beginning to twirl, but he himself didn’t go along, not this time. One step purposefully missed and not as graceful as he found himself standing on a thin line between life and death, but he was not going to follow into the madness with the rest of them. Only a fool would continue to be strung along, but he had pulled away and now here he was.
Eyes lazily lifting and looking past the windshield of the car with the cars surrounding them, but he was oblivious to the sirens that filled the streets and the guns aimed at the two vehicles in the center of the ring. He could hear the heavy breathing of the younger man beside him in the driver’s seat and glancing out of the corner to see the toned man reaching for a cigarette to calm his nerves. J didn’t miss the next step to the repetitive dance, but he had dragged him with him away from it. Why let a childhood friend suffer the madness when he could save him from it? But, now pulled from the madness, both were facing death with countless guns aimed at them and the man in the other car.
The rain pelting against the windshield and it seemed as if the glass would break with how the drops beat against the car. Kiyoharu’s own eyes went straight back to the man that he could see through the distorted rain drops. The one man that had ruined everything for him and taken away the few things he held close. The man who had thrown him in prison to be forgotten about just to gain the trust of a business client he himself had scared the hell out of and taken revenge upon. A smile on his lips at remembering such fond memory, stretching his arm out and reaching for the cigarette J had lit. He took a long drag off before he cracked the window and flicked the cigarette out. Kiyoharu chuckling softly at the police officers that seemed to jump every time there was movement, eager to fire the rounds into the car that would offer little protection for the two men inside.
“This is it.” Voice strained with the nicotine still in his lungs before shoulders relaxed and he exhaled the translucent smoke pass thick lips. Twenty years the pair had dedicated to the Yakuza and to their Don only to have the Don betray one and leave the younger wondering what the hell to do about his childhood friend and yet still remain loyal to the Yakuza. This was finally it. The final chapter in his book and possibly the final act the devil himself had to enjoy of him because he’d be damn to keep continuing with the madness of the masquerade.
Taking a deep breath for the two of them, both men simultaneously opened their doors and felt the rain beating down against their arms before they stepped out, and it wasn’t long before the rain had drenched them both, hair and clothes sticking to skin. Hands on the back of their head as they moved to the front of the car side by side and the two men didn’t pay any attention to the police officers surrounding them, no; they were the least of their worries. Two sets of dark eyes narrowed at the Don sitting in the car and looking nervous, which only made the childhood friends laugh at the sight of the man they once respected.
This was it. It was finally going to be over. Six months he had chased after the Don and this was how it was going to end. He had wished for things to be different. At least to let his hands be the one to put the Don out of his misery, but it seemed the law for once wanted to do their job. Kiyoharu pulling himself away from the man in front of him and scanning the dozens of police officers for the one stubborn law enforcement that gave him hell, but made the six months and before that interesting. Shutting his eyes for a moment to blink away the rain drops before he saw the bleached hair officer standing behind the car door and he finally noticed that Riku had been watching him the whole time. A smirk gracing the older man’s lips and he knew Riku had caught it and was already questioning what the hell the ex-Yakuza was planning to do.
But, the few seconds he had turned his head away and the only thing he caught as he turned his head to face back forward was J jumping in front of him and hearing the gurgling noise as the bullet pierced through the younger man’s body. Shouts ringing out from the police officers, but no shots were fired as Kiyoharu moved to catch J before he hit the ground. The entry of the bullet wound not hard to find with the torn fabric and he could already feel the warm liquid seeping through his own clothes and the body weight pushing the two men down on the ground. The older man ripping off his jacket and applying pressure to the wound, but the two knew J wasn’t going to survive. J struggling to smile and trying talk through a mouthful of blood. “This really was it.” Coughing and turning his head to spit the blood out before he shakily moved his hand into a balled fist and lightly hitting Kiyoharu in the shoulder. “Guess I’ll see you in Hell, but not today.” Smile still on his lips and the drops of blood trickling at the corners of his mouth before his breathing slowed and his body went limp.
Laughter breaking through the storm and Kiyoharu turned his head up to see the Don laughing hysterically before aiming the gun at Kiyoharu who was still on the ground holding his childhood friend before he moved his hand over open eye lids to close them before he placed the body gently on the ground and stood up. Feeling the guns aimed at the Don and him as he pulled out his own gun and aimed it at the Don. Raising his voice through the storm and making sure the Don heard every word that came from his lips. “You really are a fucking pathetic Don. You threw one of my friends in jail for some shit he didn’t do and only to do the same thing for me. Yakuza taking fucking pride with being thrown in jail, but now I know it’s a waste. You killed my fucking parents and now my best friend. You are a fucking piece of shit.” Words laced with venom and he didn’t even want to hear the Don’s voice, but it wasn’t even his voice that stopped him, but the damn bleached hair brat that always interfered at the worst moment possible.
“Mori, I know you don’t want to do this!” Stepping out from behind the car with his gun aimed at Kiyoharu before back at the Don and keeping it there as eyes watched both men. “Don’t let him get the best of you. If you kill him you are going to go straight back to jail. You’ll be throwing your life away again, you idiot!”
Kiyoharu keeping his own gun aimed and eyes glancing out of the corner over at Riku and shaking his head. “It’ll be worth the damn time of sitting there to rot to know I killed him with my own hands.”
“Or you can walk away from this and let us do our damn job. You can be a free man, Kiyo. I know you aren’t a fucking heartless bastard. Don’t stoop to his level. He may have taken people away that you were close with, but don’t let him take what morals you have away.”
Shoulders tensing at those words and Kiyoharu still had his gun aimed at the Don and eyes narrowed as he took a deep breath, seeing that this was the grand finale. Walk away a free man, or go to jail with his hands stained once more to avenge his loved ones. Facing directly towards the Don, this was what it really came down to. Some people would not have found the decision so hard, but for a man who dedicated twenty years to the Yakuza prison was nothing, yet his morals was all he had left. No Yakuza pride left in him, only his morals. It was just another point and shoot day, but even he doubted that as he stood there in the rain with the gun aimed at the Don and trying to make his decision.
Just another day in the life of a once respected Yakuza member. Just another day…