AIR: Hopeful Eyes - Chapter 1/33 - part 1 of 2

[luna_no_koibito]

Title: AIR: Hopeful Eyes.
Tagline: Because like air we are there, you just can't see us ...

Chapters: 1.1 / 33
Author: luna_no_koibito
Dedicated to: My beloved sister neechanwrites .

Muse: The amazing writer of "A Dirty Carnival" minka_g .
Genre: Action, romance, human drama, introspection.
Warnings: Cursing, kissing
Rating: PG-15
Pairing: Satoshi/Tooru, Wataru/Tooru
Bands: Girugamesh, 12012, MUCC, Buck-Tick, SiD, Alice Nine., ScReW, D'espairsRay, Nightmare, Lynch.
Disclaimer: The story is mine, for me to share. The bands are not … like they would care.
Comment: This fiction will have a prequel called AIR: Hopeful Eyes, and a sequel called AIR: Vengeful Eyes, thus some things will be dealt in depth, in other occasions. But feel free to ask, there might be something that I might simply not have written clearly, in case there were some misunderstandings.

Summary: Something such as the perfect world, does not exist. Earth will never live in peace, because for it be so, war must exist. Just as countless bad things will continue happening, in order for us to appreciate the few good ones, or unfairness will continue to reign undisputed, in order for us to be willing to fight for righteousness. It is just in the natural balance of things, yet as humans we believe in change, we believe in an eventual final victory of the good over the bad; ideally, as humans we have learned to always hope for the best. In doing so, we should be inspired to actually make the change, and not simply sit, and watch. That being said, the reality of things, is that the majority of us will still find it easier to merely accept whatever injustice or harm, and merely run with the flow, but there do exist, even if only a few, some us, who have decided to make the change, and run their own flow...

AIR.

A/N: The parts of speech written in Blue, are sentences replied by those using sign language, I will of course be indicating, which person is “signing”. Light Magenta will be for conversations that happen through some sort of transmission device (radio, TV, transmitters etc …).

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Chapter 1 part 1


Sunday, 22nd Heisei year (2010), April 4. Kobe.

6:09 PM. Somewhere on the interstate.

It most definitely was a rather enjoyable ride, two lovers carelessly dashing down a relatively empty highway of Kobe's interstate, inside a brand new 2010 Lamborghini Gallardo Spyder Convertible. Moreover, according to the weather channel, they were about to be the lucky witnesses of a rather charming and spectacular sunset; not like, according to the weather channel, there ever were any that weren't. Yet it all did worked out quite “charmingly” to make the ride rather pleasant, thus such a minor detail could have been for once overlooked. As well as the fact that the lovers just so happened to be both males, the son of a parliamentarian currently running for secretary of state, and a now ex-prostitute, to be more precise, added to the fact that they were currently in the process of running away from Japan, all of that, was also very much irrelevant, and it still made it ... one hell of a ride; right?

-You are going to be fine Tooru, I promise ...- confidently stated Satoshi, his firm gaze never abandoning the sight of the road he was literally rushing down, while reassuringly placing his hand on the lap of the younger man seating right next to him, and at the same time constantly juggling his gaze from the street, to his rear view mirror, to his side mirror, and just as thought, they were still being followed. However, he wasn't going to worry about them, or even tell Tooru, his cute lovable companion didn't need to know, for in any case; they weren't the problem.

-Isn't it supposed to be we are going to be fine? ...- kindly corrected the younger, whom Satoshi was quite grateful that he hadn't noticed one single thing, meaning that he surprisingly done a “spectacularly” good job in reassuring, and distracting Tooru from the fact that they truly had been followed since the moment they hurriedly left Tooru's hiding place; he used to suck at that with Yomi. The younger then slowly turned to his left to gaze at his runaway companion, with a slightly awaiting and perplexed expression, while pushing away from his face some of his long black locks, which were being roughly played with by the wind generated from the speeding vehicle -... Satoshi?...- he then worriedly called, seemingly wanting to here the elder confirm his previous statement, as he cautiously placed his hand over the one that Satoshi was still keeping on his lap.

-Of course baby ...- composedly replied the elder, so not to sound completely immersed into trying to protect them from an innumerable amount of things, which were about to occur, while of course still listening to him; multitasking was his specialty. He then momentarily turned towards his passenger to perform a reassuring smile, while intertwining their digits on the younger's lap -... but I'm a “big boy” I can handle myself ...- he then added, replacing his gaze on the road -... I just need to know you'll be fine - he explained, carefully entering the right lane, in order to make an exit from the highway

-I am a big boy too ... mister!- exclaimed Tooru in a tone of mock indignation, releasing his hand, and playfully slapping the elder on the back of his -Just because you are three years older than me, doesn't make you all that older, and I am definitely more mature ...besides - he pointed out, now assuming a more serious tone -You'll be there with me … so I have nothing to worry about- replied Tooru, tilting his head upwards, while stretching his arms to the sky, to which he was serenely smiling-though ...- he then uttered, lowering his head, and fixing his now slightly remorseful gaze on the road in front of him

-Though, what baby? ...- readily replied Satoshi, taking a left, which exited them on a lovely road by the ocean, while as predicted, the car that was following them turned into the extreme left, which he perfectly knew it to be another way to get to their final destination. He then quickly glanced at his watch 6:37, he only had eight minutes before the actual “show time”; he needed to hurry up.

-Nothing … - slowly dismissed the younger, even though Satoshi knew that there obviously was “something”, and that Tooru wouldn't be able to keep it for himself for much longer-... It's just that I feel bad for Yuki and Hiro … they have always been so good to me, always and ...- he precised, turning towards Satoshi, who simply replied with a sympathetic smile -Wataru won't like this, he won't like it at all, what if- he tried to utter, nothing but high concern in his distressed tone, but was politely shushed by the elder, who kindly placed his index finger on the younger's lip, and replaced his hand on Tooru's lap, this time soothingly passing it up, and down its length.

-It's a little bit too late for “what if”s don't you think baby? ...- observed Satoshi in a cautious tone, not wanting to sound in any way like he didn't care, which would have been a big lie to state that he did, considering the nature of the two men in question. However, he had to admit that they had indeed done a great job of protecting Tooru so far, and if they were important to his lover, it would make only much sense for them to have to take a little bit of relevance for him as well -... plus they are trained bodyguards right? So they are “big boys” too ...- reassuringly smirked Satoshi, as he finally parked in the proximity of what looked like an old naval port.

Tooru turned around to playfully pout at him, while Satoshi leaned in to give a him a quick kiss, and pulling back just slightly -you can't keep silencing me with kisses you know ...- teasingly whispered the younger, locking his gaze with Satoshi's, and quickly pecking his lips in return. The elder merely grinned, as Tooru stuck his tongue out, and revolved his gaze to face in front of him -Are any of this boats really still in use? … they all look rather old, and ...rusty? … and there is absolutely not a single person here ...- curiously observed Tooru, while Satoshi turned around to quickly glance at what had been just observed, and then glance at his watch; 6:40, five minutes.

-Baby? ...- suddenly called the elder, bringing out, a burgundy box from his glove compartment, and opening it to bring out a golden chain, with a rather intricate diamond rose, on a white-gold plaque, as a pendant, in front of a rather emotionally speechless Tooru, who swiftly turned to stare at him -... happy anniversary ...- he stated, leaning closer to tie said necklace around his lover's neck, who shakily grabbed the pendant, to closely examine it, and turning it, he tried to read the rather minuscule inscription on the plaque

-... 08.03.15 … the day an angel fell ...- read Tooru in a perplexed manner, looking up at Saotshi, with clearly noticeable lucid orbs, thanks to the radiance of the now setting sun -... but our anniversary is today baby ...- confusedly observed the younger.

-Yes ...- confirmed Satoshi with a comforting smile -... but that is the day we actually met, and baby ...- he quickly explained, newly leaning closer, while quickly eying the hidden microphone he had already noticed earlier in the day as they entered the car. However, there was no time to remove it now, and once again; those who were currently listening were not the problem. Assuming a more serious expression, he gently tucked some of Tooru's black locks behind his ear, and began speaking - You need to listen to me, and listen to me very carefully ok?- he explained, receiving a very slow, and concerned nod by the younger, who was staring right back at him, while absently holding the diamond pendant in-between his fingers - Do you remember that one book I talked to you about, but we never got to read? - he cautiously questioned

-... The … Betrothed ?...- hesitantly inquired Tooru, receiving a positive nod from the other

-Yes, exactly - added Satoshi -now, that book is originally an Italian book named I Promessi Sposi, which is the copy I once pointed at in the library, do remember that?- he explained, as the other silently nodded -Good - he firmly answered, with a nod of his own head, and getting even closer, to the point where his could almost whisper he then resumed -Baby, I left something very important in that book, and I need you to find it as soon as you- he tried to explained but as he had expected, he was quickly interrupted by the other, who was staring at him with an expression of mix confusion, and disbelief

-In the near future? Because we are leaving now, right?- slowly questioned the younger, in his voice a audible touch of nervousness, his features already showing the signs of what was to turn into a pleading scowl, which Satoshi wished he'd never had to see, he wished he'd never had to do this to him; but for now, this was his only way out

-You will meet a man named Miya, and you'll have to listen to him- reattempted the elder, whom was newly interrupted by the younger, but this time with more intensity, as he swiftly sat up straight in his seat, almost glaring at Satoshi

-Can we talk about this later? Whatever it is it can wait right? You are making me nerv- tried to protest Tooru, who was as well newly silenced by the elder, who gently placed both his hands on the younger cheeks, and resumed his message; he was running out of time

-Baby do you trust me?- he quickly asked, trying to pierce through the already overly lucid orbs of the other, who lowered his head and began to frantically shake his head in protest

-Please don't, tell me we are leaving, tell me you are com- began rambling the younger, his eyes tightly closed, seemingly wanting to block out whatever message Satoshi wanted to deliver, but force to look up by the latter, who gently raised his head with the now tear wet hands that were still on his cheeks

-Do you trust me Tooru, I need to know that you trust me baby ...- swiftly enforced Satoshi, newly trying to connect their gazes, and this time successfully going through, as the other merely nodded once

-I-I do ...- lowly cried the younger -... I trust you, I love you, and- he sobbingly professed, but was cut short by the other, who brought him closer into an embrace and resumed talking

-Then please do this for me baby okay ...- he kindly requested -You won't be harmed, I swear, nothing will happen to you - reinforced the elder, soothingly stroking the younger's back -... just listen to whatever Miya tell you and you will be fine, and thanks to you ...- he then paused carefully lifting the tear-shaking body from his, and newly placing both his hand one profusely wet cheeks, while fixing his orbs on still crying others -... very very bad things will be prevented- he stated with a cheerful smile -Now … -he then resumed, in a lighter, yet serious tone- … promise me that no matter what happens to me, you'll do your best to keep yourself alive- he then added, helplessly staring at the younger's increased amount of tears

-Satoshi no ple- sobbingly tried to plead Tooru, who was though quickly interjected by the elder, whom brought their faces even closer

-Promise Tooru … please - he almost demanded, as the other swiftly closed his eyes, harshly biting his lower lip, and slowly nodded his head once -... say it, say that you promise- he requested

-I … I p-promise- professed the younger, allowing Saotshi to satisfyingly smile, as he leaned in to share what he knew might have been his last kiss with his beloved.

-Why can't we do it together, where are you going?- painfully whispered the younger, at which question the elder merely smiled newly wrapping the other in a powerful embrace, making the younger's head land on his chest, allowing the elder to lovingly stroke it, as he glimpsed at his watch; 6:44 minutes and 33 seconds.

-... I love you Tooru, thank you so much for everything - began Satoshi, expectantly looking straight ahead down the road they had arrived, as the head he was holding in his chest, began to sob louder, and stronger, while screaming muffled “No”s -if you hadn't had pity on my that day, I might have not be here today, I truly believe that - he confessed in a tender tone, as if remembering the precious moment while doing so.

-Please please, d-don't leave me, please ...- lowly sobbed the younger, his head still buried in the other's chest -... p-please don't go anywhere w-without me please- he continued, as if reciting some sort of tantra

-Shh...- softly hushed Satoshi still lovingly stroking Tooru's back, as his eyes finally took in the image of what he had been awaiting to see; a car. Not the one that had been following them, which was some bit up maroon 1988 Mercedes Benz. No, this was a classy Rolls-Royce; this, was the problem.

The car stopped just some a good distance away, but was still quite visible, such as the four people that one by one made their exit out of the vehicle. They didn't seem in a hurry, and were collectedly taking their time to look around, all four wearing expensive looking suits of different kinds, all for of them wearing sunglasses at 6:45PM; couldn't mean anything good, could it?

After what felt like forever, the for men began their walk towards them, one in front, the one he knew to be the leader in the middle, and the other two in the back, walking side by side. Satoshi had no clue whether it was the fact that they were indeed walking really slowly, or the fact that he had been waiting for them to appear, but it all seemed like the scene of them walking was happen all very slowly; too slowly.

-Why? … this is not fair- suddenly professed Tooru, slightly raising his head to stare up at a newly smiling brunette, who raised his hand to clean away some of the younger's tears -... no … no no no you can't, you can't leave me ...- sobbed the younger, who was still backing the entire scene, which the elder was making sure he'd keep backing for as long as possible

-Well, it isn't like I am going to any fun place baby ...- he then stated pouting in an expression of feign sadness, bending down to steal one last quick kiss - … but I will be a big boy, and just suck it up - he playfully stated, accompanying his statement with his distinctive teasing wide grin

-Suck what up? ...- questioned the other in slight annoyance, yet again stopping to stare up at the elder, who had repositioned his eyes on their four unwanted but awaited guest, who were at a few steps from them; … Show time -Satoshi I- suddenly resumed the younger in a more collected tone, but quickly stopped as the sound of another voice suddenly echoed.

-Tooru baby I have been looking everywhere for you ...- loudly spoke the leader in the quartet, with a voice that could have almost sounded concerned if he had tried a little harder, as Satoshi felt Tooru's body suddenly stiff in his embrace, and his eyes swiftly widening, as he slowly nodded his head in disbelief, while staring at Satoshi with a vacant expression

-Remember I told you I won't let anything happen to you right?- quickly whispered Satoshi, gently disentangling himself from the younger, and standing up straight in the car, leaning on the exposed part of the front window, offering said man a wide mocking smile

-Came to enjoy the “charming” sunset… Wataru?- calmly inquired Satoshi, as the for men stopped just a few steps from his Lamborghini.

-Charming indeed, one that Tooru is certain to adore I believe ...- nonchalantly replied the blond, as Satoshi glimpsed down at the younger brunette's still backing away figure, who suddenly shivered at the sound of Wataru's voice -... right baby?- he then rhetorically inquired, obviously revolving his question to Tooru, who didn't make any sign to want to either turn, or make a reply, he was in fact looking positively petrified.

-Well it won't last long ...- mockingly replied Satoshi, as he quickly eyed the other three. All three of them wearing the trained expressions of those, whom had only but one goal in life, that had something to do with “aiming and shooting”, and as he amusingly analyzed such “expressionless” faces, he began to wondered how much would it have hurt -... this is the best spot, better hurry up and watch- he finally suggested in feign concern, as the blond merely smirked, taking one step closer to the point he could, and grazed his digits on the vehicle.

-Is it?...- questioned the blond in mock curiosity- … for my understanding one of the best places, is actually at the bottom of the ocean - he then professed, his voice suddenly turning quite serious, as he annoyingly looked up at a still widely grinning standing brunette.

-Well then, care to join? ...- soon after inquired Satoshi, challengingly looking at Wataru, and glimpsing at one of the three man, who was now pointing a gun at him

-No thanks ...- replied Wataru, with a quick fake grin -... don't really care too much for sunsets- he then concluded, as the sound of the gun's cylinder echoed in the air

-Oh well ..- nonchalantly shrugged Satoshi - … your loss - he then concluded with a diverted grin. This really wasn't the classy way he had envisioned himself leaving this world, though it did kind of fit his life style, so he really shouldn't be complaining too much. He did like the cloths he was wearing though, meaning “pretty” and bloody picture at the obituary; fun fun fun.

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Sunday, 22nd Heisei year (2010), April 4. Kobe.

5:30 PM. Not wealthy side of town.

Shuryou da. C'e' fini. La fine. The end.

Today, it was finally all going to be over.

All his involuntary sleepless nights away from home, or from any sort of “livable” environment, all his having to sneak in and out of places from where he'd once long ago sworn he'd never come back to, and all of Naoyuki's so called “I could have died” experiences, all of that bullshit was going to end today; had to end today. That was ... if Naoyuki would hurry the fuck up. How hard could it have been to place an incredibly tiny black microchip, on a black car? Seriously.

Though Kazuki had to admit that they weren't exactly in the friendliest of Kobe's districts, the fact still remained that all his endearingly slightly chubby cameraman had to do was slap the shit wherever on the black part of the car, which was anywhere on the damn vehicle, and get back into their own, or more precisely Naoyuki's so called “precious” maroon 1988 Mercedes Benz, which mechanically wise, was such a piece of shit, not junk, no, downright shit; but at least it didn't smell ...yet. And it wasn't even like he had to particularly be careful to where he exactly put the damn thing, because they weren't dealing with spies from the nation's secret service, or “Americans”.

All they were doing was following a rich governmental brat, and some sort of prostitute; they wouldn't have noticed, or even bothered to remove it if they ever had noticed, probably believing that they would have soon be part of a Japanese version of Punk'ed. Moreover, why on earth was Naoyuki sporting such a culpable expression? if Kazuki were to have been a police officer, who happened to even only glimpse at the cameraman, he would have felt compelled to, take him in, under the charge of suspicious “face morphing”. In the end, it all probably boiled down to the fact that he should have done it himself; but he figured Naoyuki needed the exercise anyways.

-Holy fuck that took you forever …- observed Kazuki in a completely emotionless tone, as soon as the partially brunette, and partially blond, made his way back into his vehicle. The elder however, didn't bother even glimpsing at the cameraman's most likely to be irate expression, and religiously kept his gaze fixed on one particular door, belonging to one of the many rundown houses that were surrounding them, and where the black convertible, from which Naoyuki had just returned, was parked -would you close your door … you are making us looking suspicious- hurriedly requested the auburn-head -Well? ...- soon after bemusedly inquired the elder, not hearing the sound of said door closing, and quickly turning to his side, he sent a pointed look at Naoyuki, who seemed about to bang the door closed, but merely silently snorted, and glared at the other, while gently closing said door, and making the other raise an eyebrow in sudden irritation and wonder, while he swiftly repositioned his gaze on the complex's door

-Could you please close the door ...- stressed the Naoyuki in a tone that Kazuki could only define as pure mock politeness, being that he knew the younger to be positively aggravated -... is it so hard to say?- he concluded shifting his enraged gaze from his steering-wheel right on to Kazuki, who merely smirked, while still facing forward.

-If they happened to have left during the seconds I wasted setting my eyes on you, I'll make you run the entire block at night ...- calmly added the journalist in mock annoyance, as the other quickly opened his mouth ready to retort something that from the tail of Kazuki's eyes seemed rather nasty, but which however didn't make it as the younger quickly closed his mouth. The same silently mouth opening, angrily nose snorting, and frustratingly mouth closing process, repeated for a good three quick consecutive times, until Kazuki decided to newly turn towards the cameraman, and stare at him in utter bemusement.

-Fuck you Kazuki!- finally exclaimed the cameraman visibly frustrated- Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!- he concluded in renewed vigor, then dropping himself on his seat, and facing forward, while folding his arms on his chest -and I am never doing that again, you hear me? never again!- he quickly angrily added, glimpsing at Kazuki, who hadn't once removed his gaze from his inanimate target, while dismissively weaving a hand at the younger, whom he well knew wasn't over yet with his wailing -I could have died, they could have kidnapped me, did you see those thugs, did you see them?! They looked at me, they looked at me!!- he loudly resumed his lament, frenziedly pointing his index finger at his chest, apparently trying to make a vivid point with the auburn-head, who merely settle for doing what he usually did when Naoyuki went on his exaggerated verbal rampage; hum in agreement -they raped me! Raped me with their eyes!- he finally concluded newly dropping on the seat

-... did it feel good?- distractedly questioned Kazuki still keeping his stare fixed in front of himself, as he blindly reached inside his bag, quickly, and randomly feeling everywhere in search of a machine, which he soon found, and brought out, once again totally ignoring Naoyuki's indignant expression at the accusations of having enjoyed being “visually” raped -Alright ...- he then uttered, lowering his gaze to said machine-... let's see how good of a job you did - he concluded, pressing down a button on the black mechanic box, which suddenly began to produce sounds, of occasionally passing cars, and randomly passing and talking people -... sounds good to me- he then observed, raising his gaze towards the younger with a satisfied smile

-What? ...- he then bemusedly inquired, watching Naoyuki's eyes suddenly widened, as he began to repeatedly hit him on the shoulder, while pointing in front of himself where his eyes seemed to be glued like in a daze.

-T-they came out, they are out!- he then stated in a loud whisper, making the older rapidly turn to stare at the door he had been staring at, just to watch his now long time targets hurriedly loading two luggage inside the black convertible, and swiftly getting into the car.

-Quick, quick start the engine!- order Kazuki, fixing his gaze on the red lights that had appeared on the back of the sports car; it all came down to this, finally their one last chase.

-Seat belt ...- sternly requested the cameraman, once he had finished buckling his

-Forget that! they are about to leave Naoyuki!- rushed the elder, frantically pointing at the moving car, yet not hearing any sound from the car's motor, he quickly turned towards the younger with a angrily flabbergasted expression, just to meet the rather heedless, and pretentious looking one of Naoyuki, who merely pointed at the elder's seat-belt -Holy fuck, I can't believe you are being serious about this ...- he annoyingly grumbled, as the younger rested his arm on the side of his car silently shrugging, and looking uninterested

-Okay, okay!- annoyingly hissed the elder quickly buckling up -you better be able to catch up with them in this piece of- he then attempted to threatened the younger, who while then turning the keys, abruptly cut off the elder

-Stop offending my car, or I swear I'll seriously kick you out Kazuki!- admonished the younger, was now trying to turn the keys for the second time; no movement

-Don't ...- hissed Kazuki quickly closing his eyes, and about to hit the car's glove compartment really hard -... don't tell me - he repeated trying the best he could not to raise his voice

-Now see what you've done! - loudly complained the cameraman - you offended her, and looks like we ain't going anywhere - concluded the cameraman, now trying the same process for the third time, and this time successfully turning on the engine -... never mind ...- he then whispered rolling his eyes, as he they began their chase, with the elder resolving to simply not comment on what just happened.

They followed the black convertible into the interstate, trying to keep a distance of at least one car in-between them, trying their best not to give too much in the eye. Absolutely no sound was made in their vehicle, as they religiously listened to the transmitter hoping to hear them talk, but at the moment they only seemed to be listening to the radio

-Looks like they are silently enjoying their ride ...- suddenly observed Naoyuki, at which Kazuki replied with a hum. The elder wasn't expecting them to start talking about the secrets of the world, and truthfully he wasn't expecting anything in particular. The pictures that they had been taking of the couple in the past month where rather sufficient; he was just literally, going the extra mile.

-You know ...- Uttered the elder, now relaxing himself on his seat -... I don't know why but … I have the feeling like I have met him before … - he vaguely stated, absently fixing his gaze on their target, which was now two cars ahead

-Who? the prostitute? ...- nonchalantly replied Naoyuki, who was tapping his left foot at the rhythm of whatever song was coming out the transmitter, as the elder simply hummed in agreement -... isn't he your last week “rendezvous” - he then teasingly smirked

-I thought that was you ...- then replied the elder with a wide grin, while amusingly observing Naoyuki's face suddenly turning into a rather offended silent scowl - … but seriously … this has been bugging me ever since … and I tell you ...- he then resumed assuming a serious tone -... I have met him before, perhaps long time ago, but I have- he then concluded, both remaining silent for a while, only the sound of the other car's radio keeping them company

-... Maybe he- suddenly spoke Naoyuki, but was harshly silenced by Kazuki, whose eyes slightly widened as he brought up the transmitter

-...I promise- spoke a deep voice

-Isn't it supposed to be we are going to be fine? ... Satoshi?... - spoke a lighter one

-Of course baby, but I'm a “big boy” I can handle myself, I just need to know you'll be fine -

-They are going to ... the old port? … - perplexedly uttered Kazuki, as they now unfortunately happened to be the only car behind the convertible; way to not give in the eye -... that port is not even in use anymore ...what the? ...- he then lowly exclaimed

-Though, what baby? ...-

-Take the extreme left, there is another way to get to the same destination … - the elder quickly ordered Naoyuki, who silently obeyed entering said lane

-Wataru won't like this, he won't like it at all, what if-

-It's a little bit too late for “what if”s don't you think baby?...-

-Okay … park there … they are most likely on the other side, this used to be the second parking - explained Kazuki, as they stopped in a vast, and completely empty lot, just besides the ocean, and quite the number of old ships of different sizes

-you can't keep silencing me with kisses you know ...-

Kazuki had no idea why in the world the two were stopped in a port where they absolutely had no chance of leaving, unless, they had set with someone to come pick them up, which meant that all they need was some few minutes on camera of the act, and then they would have been truly done. Newly searching pulling up his bag, as Naoyuki kept listening to the conversation, he brought out his mini video-camera, and turning it on, he made sure that all the settings were ready for their task.

-Ready to go in? ...- he then questioned Naoyuki, who looked at him with a familiar sense of determination, which was the main reason why Kazuki had been sticking with the man for a good six years -... we can leave this running, all we have to- he was about to explain, when the sudden sound of what felt like a horrifyingly familiar loud pop and following quickly exhausting air, had him silenced, and the both of them look at each other in perplexing; … this just couldn't be, not there, not them.

-What ... was- tried to question Naoyuki, when another of the same type of sound suddenly appeared, this time making the vehicle swiftly lower in height, and making Kazuki slowly widen his eyes in terror and extreme confusion; there was no doubt … it was exactly that -... my tires- suddenly exclaimed the younger, instinctively dashing out of the car, as the elder suddenly snapped from his momentary shock

-No you idiot wait!- quickly screamed Kazuki, lowering himself, and extending to reach for the younger, who was already out, and staring at his front tire in aghast. Shit! Why was he so shitting thoughtless? How on earth would the tires of a car that had been parked for a good five minutes suddenly burst, out of no where? -... Nao come back inside you fucking retard- he angrily yelled keeping himself as low as he could in the car, because he didn't think it rocket science, but then again, him and Naoyuki had two completely different types of pasts, and backgrounds, and obviously enough the younger, had never been shot at before; so much for being raised out of the ghetto.

Carefully keeping himself low, he managed to crawl in the driver's seat, and get out the car keeping himself crouched, and well hidden behind the open door. They had indeed just been shot twice, where from he had no idea, but given how in the middle of nowhere they currently where, and the precision with which it hit, it might have been safe to say that their attacker didn't want them dead; … yet -my tires my fucking tires! Their blasted, how? How! - kept frantically screaming Naoyuki restlessly moving back, and forth from one front tire to the other

-We are being shot Nao!- loudly screamed Kazuki, at which words, the cameraman slowly turned towards his opened door, where the elder was still well hidden, and stupidly blinked at it

-We … are ... wha ...- slowly spoke Naoyuki, as if trying to asses the incredulity of the situation

-Bang bang Nao! You know bullets? Those little thing that could, and will kill you? They are coming right at us now, so get the fuck back her- tried to angrily explain the elder, but suddenly stopped when all of a sudden all he heard, was a groan, and a familiar sounding thud -... Nao? ...- attempted to call Kazuki, his heart hurriedly rushing in his chest as he received no answer, hoping that what he thought had just happened, truly didn't -... N-nao? ...- newly called Kazuki, and yet again no answer.

Cautiously lowering his body flat with the ground, his eyes welcomed the image of what he had dreaded; Naoyuki was flat unconscious on the ground -... fuck, fuck, shit! - angrily hissed Kazuki, this was truly not supposed to happen, they were just following a rich boy, and a prostitute weren't they? What the fuck was all this for?

There was nothing not even remotely funny regarding situation such as this, and when you were shot at, your sense suddenly hyphened trying the best they could to hear suspicious sounds, and getting the body ready to try and defend itself the best it could. However, when there is sudden silence, and one's heart is still in turmoil, when such person were to suddenly hear the trunk of one's car pop open, and a set of what sounded like feet touch the ground, and walk towards oneself, who is lying on the ground, and backing it all; what was one supposed to do, besides maybe shit themselves in their pants?

-This might heart a little ...- said the voice of the person now standing behind him, soon after which his head felt like it had just being crack, and the world went black; this wasn't how he had envisioned the end.

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A/N: Fiuuuuuu. Dang on it though … I really wanted to also post part 2 tonight, but couldn't make it, too tired, hopefully it will be up by the end of tomorrow m(_ _! )m. Thank you for reading. Much Love (^_^! )/ And I'll try and reply to the comments on the prologue tomorrow morning!!!