Child Zombies - cute petite blond [ONE SHOT] - part 3 of 4

[luna_no_koibito]

Title: Child Zombies - cute petite blond - (part 3 of 4)

Chapter: One-Shot
Author: luna_no_koibito
Genre: Angst, Romance, Gore, Action, AU.
Warnings: abuse, violence, language, sexual situation
Rating: NC-17

Main Characters: Hiroto (Alice Nine); Ruki (the GazettE); Jin (Screw).

Secondary Characters: Ryosuke (Lolita23q); Saga (Alice Nine); Rui (Screw); Uruha (the GazettE); Hyde (l'arc en ciel).

Pairings: Hiroto/Saga; Ruki/ Aoi; Ruki/Uruha; Jin/Rui.

Disclaimer: I don't own them, and don't wish I did because I'd be sorry for what could befall them （・＿・；）！

Beta: pooobaihr THANK YOU SO MUCH m(_ _ )m.
Summary: When life gives you lemons, lemonade is one thing you could do. When it gives you smarts, there isn't a limit to the things you can do. So what happens when it gives you "shit"? Ruki, Hiroto, and Jin decided to find a use for "that" as well. (Hiroto main POV).

Comment: HAPPY YAOI DAY TO EVERYONE! This is my gift to all of you, whom are not scared of a little boy on boy action (^_−)☆. This is not a light read, in many ways, but I hope you'll enjoy it nonetheless. Much Love.

Child Zombies

-cute petite blonde-

 SECOND PART


As he reached the eighth floor, his heart lightly fluttered at the sight of Saga waiting for him at the threshold, all smiles and clumsiness. So cute, he thought, as he was let into the apartment. Saga locked the door behind them, gesture which always got under Hiroto's skin, but he knew, or rather hoped, that he had nothing to worry about with Saga.

“Sorry it is a little messy, I started living by myself this year, my parents finally allowed me too ...” he quickly explained, as he ushered the blond inside the small cozy apartment “... and don't mind all the food around the house please … my mom seems to never know when to stop, she, actually the both of them, are so overbearing!” he shyly complained, trying to stack away the food, better than what he had probably been trying the whole time, in which he was getting ready for Hiroto to come over.

“It is alright, they care about you … I think it's sweet” serenely expressed Hiroto, as he calmly looked around, his stupid grin not seeming to leave his face. For no reason at all, he was so happy at the moment.

“Yes, I suppose …” stated Saga, while he brought forth two plates with strawberry shortcake in it, and handed one to Hiroto, as they sat on the floor, by the sizable table, which he imagined to become a kotatsu during winter. The image of the two of them snuggling their feet beneath it, was floating in his head. How he wished that could somehow come true “... is just sometimes I feel like they keep seeing me as a child you know? Like they'll never see me as adult, even when I'll become one ...” he resignedly smiled, as Hiroto silently smiled in reply.

“But you are a baby!” suddenly exclaimed Hiroto in playful stupor, after which he stupidly grinned, as he picked up a strawberry from the top part of the cake with his fork. There was no point in lecturing him about how he should have treasured his parents. The fact that he could freely complain about them, in the harmless way he did, was normal, of a normal family. One day perhaps, he'd have his children "normally complain" about himself. But that, the way things were standing at the moment, was very much only wishful thinking “... one big baby” he then added.

“Oh am I?” playfully challenged Saga, as Hiroto extended the crème covered strawberry over the bassist nose, lightly grazing the berry against it, leaving some crème at the tip of the younger's nose.

“Oops ...” teasingly exclaimed Hiroto, as he leaned his torso towards the brunette, getting their faces to almost touch. The blond then cutely licked away the crème from Saga's nose, like a cat would lick milk, making the younger chuckle, as Hiroto then fed him the berry “...there, all clean” satisfyingly proclaimed the elder.

“Your are so sexy ...” suddenly blurted out Saga, after a good second of staring at the blond, whom merely laughed, at seeing the younger's face instantly turn red as soon as he'd uttered the four words “... I don't even know why I embarrass myself like this, I swear ...” resignedly smirked Saga “... but, I just, you really do, so I guess I needed to tell you ...” he then said more softly, this time being the one to lean closer to Hiroto, making their lips tenderly kiss each other. After a chivalrous and tranquil duel between tongues, which lasted for many blissful minutes, Saga affectionately grazed his nose against Hiroto's own, whom thinking of a cute puppy lightly chuckled at the action.

“You are so cute ...” amusingly stated Hiroto, at which Saga performed a feign scowl.

“Cute? ...” he then inquired, leaning back on his side, folding his arms in pretense offense, with his pretense pout, just like a big baby would, thought the blond “... puppies are cute, your friends little brother is cute, flowers are cute, all things you wouldn't-” he then stopped himself, nervously scratching the back of his head, while idiotically laughing.

“All things that I wouldn't what? Let's hear it Saga-kun ...” teasingly threatened Hiroto, now being the one to fold his arm on his chest, as Saga pressed his lips tightly and shook his head “... no, I wanna hear it” playfully pushed on Hiroto, whom pounced forward to lightly tickle the younger “... say it … say it ...” he continued, increasing the succession of pokes on the brunette's side, whom after a while had his back to the ground, with Hiroto confidently on top straddling him “So? So? So? ...” persisted Hiroto, as Saga kept writhing beneath him.

“Okayokayokay ...” quickly begged the younger still laughing “okay … I'll say it ...” he accepted, as Hiroto lowered his face over the brunette’s, turning it to the side, so that he could speak into his ear “... all things … you wouldn't have sex with” finally declared the younger, as Hiroto smirked, while lightly lifting his head.

“True ...” nodded the blond in agreement “... yet ...” he then stated, lowering further into Saga's face to passionately kiss him “... I'd totally have sex with you” he then firmly stated.

“Yes? ...” promptly inquired Saga, whom gingerly placed both his hands, on the blond's ass, which was still comfortably sitting over his groin, as Hiroto merely grinned in agreement “... why would anyone so cool as yourself, want to even be with someone like me ...” suddenly sighed the brunette, making Hiroto perplexedly stare down at him.

“What do you mean, cool like me? What did I do? ...” skeptically inquired the bleach blond.

“You have this …. aura ...” admiringly began the younger “... it's like … man, you absolutely do not look like one … but you carry yourself like and adult? I don't know what I am trying to say ..” he then admitted, trying to recollect his thoughts, while Hiroto slightly panicked “... you are so graceful in everything you do, I am so attracted to this aura of yours … even when you played the guitar the first time … I was mesmerized, I might have been in shock” he concluded.

“It is the same with me you know? When I first heard you play the bass ...” reassuringly added Hiroto, tenderly smiling, while cooling down his fear of having been discovered, which however, if this were to have been Saga's reaction, then it wouldn't have been such a bad thing after all.

“Yeah, you were attracted by my "childish aura"? ...” sarcastically stated the younger, lightly grinning.

“Perhaps ...” readily replied Hiroto “... so what if I was? ...” he admitted, and as they both remained silently staring at each other, Hiroto's heart suddenly began to race, his whole self began to feel hot, his groin demanded attention.

“Wanna … wanna see my room? ...” finally inquired Saga, as he kept hazily staring at Hiroto, whom merely replied with his own dazed nod. Once they both got off the ground, Saga shyly held Hiroto's hand and guided him towards his room, which was right next to the living room “... well it is … kinda empty ...” nervously stated the younger.

“A bed, a desk and a dresser ...” amusingly nodded the blond “... oh and your bass!” Hiroto quickly added, pointing at the instrument laying on the wall behind the bed, with his free hand “everything that we need I suppose ..” he then sexily pointed out, gracefully pulling in the brunette , and having them both sit on the bed “... all except for the desk …” he sensually stated, and kissed the bassist “... nor the dresser ...” he added, followed by another sultry kiss “... or the bass” he concluded, as they silently fell on top of each other, slowly kissing, Saga being the one on top.

“Can … we … really?” hesitantly and expectantly inquired Saga, looking down at Hiroto, whom was about to fervently nod in the heat of the moment, when his mind forced him out of the dream-like-life and into the reality of things.

“Would … I be your first? ...” cautiously inquired Hiroto, at which Saga kept his gaze fixed on him as he firmly nodded. As expected. He really hadn't needed to ask him, it was almost a given. But now that he knew a hundred percent that he was probably as well the other first love, he was beginning to have second thoughts. How would he feel, if his first love, the person to whom he'd give his virginity, should vanish the following day?

“And you … would I be your first?” shyly questioned the younger, lightly biting on his lower lip

“Yes ...” almost instantly replied the blond. This wasn't sex, they were about to make love, and if the two things were totally separate entities, in the way he had learned them to be, then yes, this was going to be his first time. Then again, it might have not. As his mind kept pulsing him on the consequences that giving into his desires would cause, Hiroto resignedly sighed, closed his eyes and got ready to perhaps commit the biggest mistake of his entire life “... before … we do anything, I … have to tell you something ...” he hesitantly began, carefully pulling himself up to a sitting position “... it is something you might not like … something I am not even supposed to tell you but … I guess I really like you that much ...” he lightly smiled to himself, as Saga perplexedly sat on the bed silently facing him.

“I'm listening ...” he then announced, making the other slowly and loudly exhale and inhale.

“I cannot exactly get into details, as much as I'd like to tell you the entire truth, but … I'll tell you as much as you need to perhaps understand ...” began the blond, as the other silently nodded “... I am not a student, nor am I eighteen …” painfully began the blond, whom was already beginning to regret his decision “... I am here on a sort of mission, which will be terminated tonight, and by tomorrow, I will have to leave” he then stopped, observing the petrified look on Saga's face, which made it extremely hard for him to continue “... Somewhere along the way we met, and … this is the first time that this has happened to me … I suppose … I guess … I … I fell for you, and now, I'm in this predicament, and-” he kept almost rambling, not knowing what to say anymore, when the other suddenly spoke.

“Can't you … just come back?” simply, and almost coldly expressed Saga, emptily staring into nowhere, at which Hiroto silently shook his head “... I would … never get to see you again? ...” lowly inquired Saga, this time fixing his lucid orbs on Hiroto, whom also felt tears pushing behind his eye, as he nodded at the younger

“I'm so sor-” the blond lowly tried to apologize, but his voice choked in his throat, and before he knew it, tears were already streaming on his cheeks “... shit” he quickly condemned as he tried to clean his tears as best as he could.

“Wow ...” tremblingly exclaimed the younger “... this … this actually … really hurts, like … really bad ...” he awkwardly smirked, in the way a person, who was trying to repress anger would have, and he had all the right to feel as much, thought the blond. The expression on Saga's face, as he had expected, had quickly become too hard to handle, thus, quickly bowing at the younger, as if in thanks for all that he was allowed to experience with him, Hiroto got himself off the bed, and was about to dash for the door, when his wrist was suddenly seized “that really hurt … but ...” he then stopped, his head still lowered staring at his laps, as he almost desperately clung to Hiroto's slightly trembling wrist “... but … having you leave now … when you could still stay, no matter how little a time … feels like it could hurt more … so” he unsteadily expressed, as those tears finally pushed through the blond's eyes “... so stay, even if just for an hour, if that is all you can afford to, just sta-” reinforced the younger, but couldn't properly finish the sentence, since the other was now tightly embracing his head on his chest.

“I'm so sorry ...” mumbled the blond once again, in-between tears, as he lightly touched his cheek to the top of Saga's head, whom was still sitting on the bed, and had extended his arms to blindly embrace the blond's back. Silently Saga also began to cry. “b-but … I just … I couldn't … just leave like that … though, I shouldn't have allowed myself to fall for you in the first place” Hiroto sobbingly expressed.

“Don't say that ...” Saga firmly replied, his head still safely harbored on the other's chest “don't say that ...” he forlornly repeated, while tightening his grip around the blond, as they both kept in their silent crying.

“... it's going to be so hard to just let you go” Hiroto whispered into the younger's hair, absently passing his fingers through it “... please forgive my selfishness … please forgive it, I could, should have left without saying anything, I should have given you a reason to hate me, and move on ...” plainly admitted the blond “... but I …” I don't want to be hated without a reason by someone I love anymore was going to be the ending of his sentence, which however didn't come out, and even if it had, he wouldn't have been able to explain without having to go through his past, which he absolutely wasn't going to reveal.

“Forget about you ...” whispered Saga, carefully pulling himself away from Hiroto, gingerly placed his hands on the younger's shoulder, while inquisitively staring at him staring at his stomach “... I was going to tell you at the end of today, me and my band we got a place to perform at ...” he announced, bitterly smiling “... in a week from today, and … I was going to invite you, because … one of the songs we were going to perform was composed by me … thinking of you, Hiroto I ...” he then paused, painfully exhaling, while momentarily closing his eyes “... I love you”.

“Thank you ...” sincerely spoke the blond, cupping Saga's cheeks and gently pulling his face up to him … thank you for loving me ...” professed the elder, lightly pecking him on his forehead “... thank you for the song, thank you for everything” he concluded, while biting on his lower lip to prevent himself from crying all over again.

“Hiroto? ...” Saga suddenly called, a few minutes after they silently stilled, himself still sitting, Hiroto still standing, gazing at each other “... I don't know how to say this without sounding either inappropriate or insensitive or both but ...” he then paused, as he tried to earnestly look at the elder “... would you still be my first?” timidly requested the younger.

“Are you sure? ...” replied the blond, in slight surprise, while cleaning his face with the back of his hands, the best he could, as the younger genuinely smiled and nodded. Gently, Saga guided Hiroto back on his bed, where he then newly laid over him, still holding hands “... just ... be gentle okay?” nervously whispered Hiroto, as the other lightly snickered, while kissing the blond hand.

To know that his self, his body, the person he was, could move someone into wanting to be lovingly intimate with him meant the world. When Saga would talk to him, when he'd touch him, he wanted not to harm him, he felt no revolt, no need to destroy and somehow it gave Hiroto a new meaning, or rather better meaning, to what he'd always thought about himself.

The attentive way he had been undressed, the butterfly kisses over his face, the tender caresses through his body, felt all so soothing to the heart, almost healing, almost as if he had never been touched in the cruel and dirty way his body had been. As promised, Saga had been gentle, loving, everything he thought love making should have felt like and more. As expected, having to leave that room, apartment, had been one of the most painful things he'd ever had to do. Even writing the note he left by Saga's sleeping figure had resulted to be quite the ordeal, but he was glad after all.

No matter how short lived, he was glad, he knew he'd probably not love like that again, in fact, he'd probably not love again period, and the mere thought hurt. However, as Dante had written once It is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all thought Hiroto, which also made him slightly smile, as he got into his car wondering just how screwed up had he been during those days in which he still was the model student; what middle school student read heavy-weight foreign literature like Dante's “Inferno”?

As he parked by their driveway, he spotted Ruki already leaning on the front door holding a red purse, wearing a long black coat, his hair cutely flipping out, and perfectly made up make up. He looked like an adult-video actress and Hiroto needed not to look under the coat to know that whatever the dirty blond was wearing under that coat would somehow manage to be skimpier than the one he used on their last "teetering-escaped". Ruki always loved to put up a "good show".

“Don't need to go in and get your toys? ...” asked Ruki as he gracefully approached the car, calculatedly walking on red five-inch stilettos.

“Nope … that room, the one in the basement with all the torturing shit, has more than enough … so I'll give mine a well deserved day-off” expressed Hiroto in pretense concern, dropping a pack of Salem Pianissimo on the elder's laps once he'd entered the car.

“Why aren't you the sweetest thing? ...” teasingly cooed Ruki, as he inserted the packet into the pocket of his long coat.

“Buckle up ...” mechanically ordered Hiroto, while he began to drive off, and even though reluctantly, Ruki complied “... I also got you a shirt and shorts, because I am really tired of having you unnecessarily naked at the end of every job ...” nonchalantly expressed the bleach blond.

“I don't blame you ...” sighed Ruki, checking his makeup and hair in the vanity mirror “... perfection is hard to handle” he concluded, snickering to his own joke, as the other simply rolled his eyes “... I really don't ever recall us ever having things so easy ...” he then seriously expressed, as he absently stared outside the window, into the starless night “... nobody on our heels trying to take us out, no police snooping, and the fucker is such an idiot, so weak, damn I might actually want to go easy on ...” professed the dirty blond “... if I weren't me, but fucker is so shit out of luck, cause we don't get to have it this easy ever … so I plan to have fun ...” he declared in an almost demonic voice “... so lets make it fun. Ne, Hiroto?” he jokingly pleaded, still staring out the window.

“Yessir~!” willingly agreed the younger. After a good thirty minute drive, they finally reached the spot where they were going to park, which was at a fair walking distance from their target, from which they could spot, but not be spotted “... We have reached our destination, please look around to make sure you have no forgotten items. Thanks for riding with us.” nonchalantly stated Hiroto, as he turned off the car, once out of the vehicle they both walked towards the back of the car and opened its trunk.

“Why are you taking those? ...” skeptically inquired Ruki, observing Hiroto taking out three daggers, one with a black handle, the other with a white one, and the last with a red one, all covered in glitter “... you are not going to need any of those”.

“I just like carrying them around …” whined Hiroto, offensively pouting as he placed each dagger in a holder, and with professional attention he tied one holder at his right ankle, clipped one at the rim of his boxers to the left, and the last he tied around his upper arm, facing the back. It was still visible, given to all the glitter, even though it was the black one, but he found out offenders to always take for granted the fact that he might have others, just because one was in plain sight. Though it really depended from mission to mission, and as Ruki had righteously observed, he most likely could have plainly wore all his daggers over the same arm out in the open for today's, and it wouldn't have made things easier for their target in any way, but he felt like "dressing up" too.

“Kid ...” teasingly spat Ruki, as he leaned on the car observing Hiroto getting ready. The bleach blond had dawned his balaclava mask, over his entirely black attire, and was now bringing out a bag, which already had other items in it, and into which he inserted a few tiny containers with powdered chemicals, a rope, one bottle of sulfuric acid, and one of isopropyl alcohol “... ready to rock?” finally inquired Ruki, as Hiroto closed the trunk, and made silent peace sign, after which Ruki handed him a pair of black thin working gloves “... then let's do this.” Smirked Ruki as he walked off towards the house.

Hiroto stayed by the side of the car, watching over Ruki and their surroundings. It was really such a terribly beat down neighborhood. Most of these people turned in really early, he had observed in his days of surveillance, or simply absently stalled in front of their TVs minding their business. They were all unmotivated, tired, and frustrated people, whom pass-time was to complain of their low-income jobs, and whom never knew anything of their kids whereabouts, not to talk of being completely oblivious of their surroundings. He really couldn't help but shake his head at all of this, at the fact that he was calmly leaning by a car dressed in all and all like a ninja, a rather suspicious figure if you will, and nobody in these houses would have even noticed. The saddest part however, was that perhaps, they probably wouldn’t have bothered to even do anything even if they had saw him. Such a sad-sad world they lived in.

After he'd seen Ruki walk in, he calmly walked down the unlit streets of the neighborhood towards the backdoor of the house. Like the first time, he easily entered the house, and stood still in the back room where he could distinctively hear Ruki's and Mr. Ichiki's conversation.

“I never would think of you being a boy ...” admiringly observed the man, as Ruki cutely snickered “... such a pretty body ...” he hissed, as the blond kept excitedly replying to the attentions he was being given. Getting out of the room, and into the kitchen, he lowered down one side of the threshold of the further entrance, and spotted Ruki in the middle of the living room, his coat on the ground, with his red purse. As expected, the dirty blond wore a black and red lacy-corset, with a red lace thong, over them a laced-black garter belt, holding up clear black elastic stockings “... ooh, what's this? A whip? ...” curiously inquired the man, his hand avidly roaming every inch of Ruki's body.

“Yes ...” charmingly giggled Ruki “... I like it rough …” as he pulled out the whip from inside the garter, and handed it to the man “... but … isn't there a more … hidden place we can go to? I am a bit shy ...” he mischievously expressed slowly liking his lips “... and I wonder if you have more "toys" to play with” lowly stating as he teasingly grinned, languidly pressing his fingers around his inner thighs.

“I actually do ...” eagerly smirked the man, as Hiroto found himself blinking to such blatant stupidity. Who admitted to such things so easily? The blond was sure that even Ruki was exasperatedly shouting in his head to the dumbness of the being they were dealing with. It really did make things plainly easy, no doubt, now that the man was guiding them downstairs, straight into the room where he'd find his end. Yet, there was this macabre sense of adrenalin-damping that made having to sneak into this particular household and commit murder somewhat out of place. The man though was perfectly aware of himself when his hands found themselves on supposedly weaker beings, and that alone, was all they needed. All that was needed to be a valid candidate for their black hall of fame.

Now freely, walking around the house, he stealthy closed all the curtains, even though nobody was watching, he locked all the doors, and placed out his chemicals and bottles on the kitchen counter. Spotting the window in the house from which the sun was most likely to set in its first rays in the house, he walked back to the kitchen and took a few of the powdered chemicals, and carefully spread the powder over the room. Then, placing a great amount right under the area he expected the sun would have hit first, he grabbed his bag from which he took out a rather broad magnifying glass, two folded stands, which he unfolded so as to be able to hold the glass over the spot. Successively, he placed a bunch of paper all over the chemical and under the glass. Lastly, he grabbed the isopropyl alcohol, poured quite some around the incendiary spot he had created, and kept pouring it as he backtracked out of the room. Satisfyingly observing his usual signature, he then went back to the kitchen, and waited.

“Such a dumb-wit fucker … I swear … I am shocked ...” complained Ruki as he reappeared into the kitchen “... who the fuck admits to a torturing room so easily?! And you know what happened once we got down? Do you know?!” he distressingly inquired, readily placing a hand on his waist, and the other on the kitchen counter staring at Hiroto, whom merely shock his head in amusement “... I decided to test just how stupid this man really is, so I said "we have a new kind of aphrodisiac, which is in form of a perfume, so you have to inhale it, they say it works like a Viagra" and what do you think the fucker did?!” he paused allowing Hiroto to divertingly shrug “he nodded his head like a fucking horndog! So I poured some of the soporific liquid I had in my purse on a napkin, placed it over his nose, and just like that, he is now lying down there ” expressed Ruki in an irritated manner, as Hiroto simply laughed.

“I am sorry ...” teasingly mumbled Hiroto from behind his balaclava mask “... lets go get the main act started ne?” he then incited, as Ruki still shook his head in amazement to whole situation while they walked downstairs.

The man was still slumbering on the floor, when they got in and Hiroto went straight for the torturing wall, which he had to give it to the man, was quite impressive. Grabbing four handcuffs he gave them to Ruki and instructed him to cuff one end to the man's wrists and ankles. As Ruki brought out some duck tape form his bag, and placed quite some over the man's mouth, Hiroto looked at the room's ceiling, and happily spotted what he had noticed on their first night in the place; a hook.

Twisting the man's arms to the back, he also brought back his legs, and passed and end of his rope through the free parts of the cuffs. Then, grabbing the other side of the rope, he got on Ruki's shoulders, and passed it through the hole, and prayed it held. Once off the shoulders, he held the rope, and with Ruki they walked far off, and began to pull, observing the man raise up in the air, like a piñata. Momentarily tying the end to the doorknob behind themselves, Hiroto then walked towards the "torture-wall" again, and grabbed a clamp. Remembering Ruki's whip he tied its end to one end of the clamp and looked around for a place where to place the hard end of the whip.

“I think I see where you are going with this ...” admiringly stated Ruki, as he grabbed a chair, walked under the man-piñata, opened his pants, and pulled out his already quite erected member “... so hard for me already uh?” he observed, while Hiroto hit his hand on his forehead, as he walked to grab Ruki's duck tape. Laying the hard end to the ground, he abundantly duck taped it to it, and raised the clamped end towards the man's exposed end, and clamped its base.

The pain had been enough to wake up the man with a start, his eyes instantly widened as he mistakenly shook himself, and must have felt a painful pull on his manhood. Fear now completely covering his widely opened eyes, he tried to move his head around, as he stared at Hiroto and Ruki apathetically staring up at him.

“I think we need to pull him up … just a tad bit more ...” observed Hiroto, gesturing a-tiny-bit with his fingers, as the man was vehemently shaking his head, and loudly grumbling something behind his taped mouth. As they reached the door, they grabbed the rope once more, and pulled, until it seemed like the man's erection was stretched to its limit; his muffled screaming was also a good indication.

“So, Ichiki-san ...” began Ruki as he walked back to the man, and stood at a distance in which the man could properly see him “... me and my brother would like to welcome you to your eternal-slumber party, we are two exceptionally skilled hosts as you had the honor to "tactfully" observe so far ...” jovially expressed the dirty blond, acting like a proper performer on a stage “... it is not going to be a much more eventful night unfortunately, given to your … inability to be a bit more self-aware, but … it is now right about that time, it is story time! And a good slumber party always has one” Ruki haughtily explained, as Hiroto joined his side, still quite fascinatingly staring at the torture-wall, while the man still tried to mumble screams “... it is the same exact story I have repeated for the past thirteen years, and I can assure you it always gains me a standing-ovation, so I hope you will enjoy it as well, and ...” he then paused, walking to his purse, quite nonchalantly pulling out Reita, on which he fixed a suppressor and pointed it up at the instantly silent man “... shut the fuck up, while I tell my story, you hear?” he rhetorically questioned, as the man simply nodded.

“Good ...” satisfyingly professed Ruki, after which his face turned incredibly serious. The whole acting persona, the fake hilarity, all the forced cheerfulness had left his body, as he resumed speaking “Once upon a time, there was a twelve year old boy, whom lived with his rich-rich mommy and daddy, in a very respectable neighborhood, of a small but very nice town. His parents gave him everything he needed, they clothed him, they fed him, they sent him to school, so the boy truly did not have anything to complain about. Yet, there he had a want, which soon turned into a need, and he didn't quite know how to express it to his parents, but it was silently eating him inside.

He wanted to talk to them.

Talk to his parents like a normal family would have. Discuss the weather, create hobbies, perhaps even go play in the park, go out for not-formal dinners. Simple little things like that. Yet ...” sighed Ruki, sternly looking up at the man “... the one time he attempted to voice it out, his father looked at him as if he were a Martian, he told him that he was too, and told him to go study. Eventually it became pretty clear that his father simply didn't care. It was all part of the perfect picture plan, having a wife, a kid. To look good in society. Thus it really didn't matter if the child was happy, as long as they had one. Moreover, no harm was being done, so the child simply did as told, silently walked away and never brought up the subject again, as he kept lonely studying in his overly-sumptuous room.

Then, one day, the child was kidnapped. His father’s wealth had suddenly become quite conspicuous, and it didn’t go unnoticed to the eyes of some yakuza group that had been lurking around their "respectable neighborhood". Fact, which blatantly indicating that perhaps, his father hadn't exactly got the money in the most conventional of ways. But, they were indeed rich, so you might think that there should have been no problem, right? ...” questioned Ruki, looking up at the man, as if expecting an answer from him, whom simply stared down at him in terrified immobility.

“Wrong. It took them a while to even only get in contact with them. During that while, which the kid wasn't sure, could amounted to months, he was kept in a dark room, somewhere in their basement, both his ankles had heavy chains, connected to a wall, and there he stayed naked, on the cold floor …” firmly explained Ruki pausing for a second, as Hiroto lightly cringed. The bleach blond had heard the story, Ruki's story, countless times by now, it was part of their routine. Yet, it was so hard to listen to, every single time “... he was naked because, as "kindly" explained from one of the five guys that kept him down there, it had become a daily bother to always have to unclothe him when they needed to stick their dick up his ass, or whatever other toy they felt the urge to try his asshole with. The kid's mouth was fair game, it daily ate more semen than food, and in many occasion the kid hoped he'd truly choke to death from all the deep-throating, but … he needed to be kept alive, for the ransom, so, kept alive he was.

“Thus, when the family finally showed up, the child was brought into the same room where his parents where, in his nakedness and dirt. His mother didn't look his way, but his father merely glimpsed at him with almost a pitiful expression, which wasn't exactly what the kid had expected after all the time he had been gone, but he didn't care, because on his behalf, he felt really happy that his parents at least cared. Perhaps all the time he had mistakenly accused them of not loving him, and they simply had their way of showing their affection; he was relieved, he'd soon gone home. They could resume with their silent lives, or whatever else way in which his parents wanted to conduct their lives. As long as he could be out of there.

“"What you are asking for, is too much?" however suddenly spoke is father, in such a collected manner, and the yakuza men silently stared at him, then at the kid, and once they had stared at each other, they burst into a loud laughter. They laughed ...” viciously hissed Ruki, bitterly smiling “I suppose though that it was quite funny indeed.” he added glimpsing up at the man.

“"You mean to tell me … that you actually have a price set, for your own child?” amusingly smirked the leader of the five men that have been part of the child's daily hell. And the kid … well … the kid was as shocked as his aggressors, but differently from them, he couldn’t find the hilarity in the situation. He began to cry, and his mother did as well, keeping to herself, not looking at anyone, but she was crying. The anguish that that child felt on that day, in that very moment … there are no words that can describe it” quickly explained Ruki sternly gazing into the man's eyes.

“So ... how do you think that day ended?” suddenly inquired Ruki, curiously keeping his stare on the still incredibly terrified man tied up to the ceiling “No guess? ...” tentatively inquired Ruki, as he obviously received no reply “Well, the father kept trying to bargain for a lower price, but the yakuza leader wouldn't have it so … he got up, ordered his wife to get up as well … and left saying "you can keep him then"” concluded Ruki with a light smirk “... they left, and when they did, the kid internally died in that very moment. It was like there had been a switch inside him, and it had been crushed, turning off all hope, feelings, fear, all his emotions, everything had disappeared.

“So, let me try asking you one more thing … I like to have my audience active … what do you think five yakuza grown men will do, with a twelve year old, very feminine and fragile looking boy, whom nobody wants?” paused Ruki, as the man's head made a sign of tremblingly shaking, while Hiroto's eyes went shut “They had fun ... oh … they had fun. So much fun. They had not to worry about leaving any marks on the boy's body anymore, he belonged to nobody, he was like an object, with which they could do as they fucking pleased … and they did … for so fucking long, to the point in which the boy begged them to kill him … he did, so many times … but instead, they took turns to make sure he wouldn't attempt to kill himself.

“Losing the concept of time, or even of what it meant to be a "human being" he stayed in that room, being checked and abused by himself, until one day, another kid was brought in. He was older, perhaps two or three years more, and just as the other kid, he was chained to the wall, but wasn't touched and was still clothed. The original-kid, shall we call him, wouldn't have wanted any of the things that he had to go through, that he was still going through, on anyone, but the fact that he wasn't going to be alone anymore, in that cold dark room, made him stare at the boy in interest, but also shame. He didn't like to be naked and dirty the way he was in front of the new guest, so he stupidly tried to cover himself with his own dirty body the best he could.

“Aoi. That was the name of the new boy. He serenely introduced himself to the original-kid, and quickly become his friend, most likely pitying him, after having speechlessly witnessed a good dose of his daily abuses, given as how the five men didn't care that someone was watching; they seemed to enjoy having an audience.

“He was really kind ...” paused Ruki, lifting his gaze away from the man “... he managed to find something hilarious in the situation in which we were in, even though there was nothing to laugh about, he did his best to make the original-kid smile, even if just a little. He also tried to protect the kid countless times, but as a result, they chained him far enough so that the two kids were still in sight, but if they tried to reach for each other, they almost could reach, but could never touch. The five men had noticed that the original-kid had grown affectionate to the boy, and since they couldn't harm Aoi, he was a very big-fish, they decided to find other ways to torture the other kid instead.

“Aoi's parents weren't like the original-kid's parents, they came every time they could with new sum of money that the kidnappers would request, take, and ask for more. Both kids could hear his father bellow in general directions in the house, hoping perhaps that Aoi could hear him "I'll get you out Aoi! I promise" and Aoi would smile, and he'd smile at the kid as well, telling him that he would soon be out, and that when he would, he would come back for him ...” paused Ruki, biting down on his lip in hard rage, as Hiroto bemusedly re-opened his eyes, for he had never heard anything about Aoi. All he knew was that there was another kid with Ruki during his captivity, and that he somehow died “So the original-kid began to believe again, and went through all the raping, the beating, the torturing, strongly trying to hold on to his new hope.

“However, those five yakuza men, were apparently the lowest scum around, and had angered more prominent yakuza, whom on a "bright" December day, decided they needed them out. Thus, they raided the place where the kids and the five men were, managing to easily kill off three of them. A s for the remaining two, one escaped, but another somehow remembered the kids, and had rushed to the basement.

“"I am not dying alone, you are coming with me ...” spouted the man, rage in his eyes making him look like the mad man he was, as he pointed a gun towards the original-kid, whom right then instantly began to wonder why he had allowed himself to even conceive the idea that he would have gotten out of that house alive. So, with the best teary-eyed smile he could muster, he looked at Aoi, mouthed a thank you, and waited for the bullet to finally finish him up … but it never came” paused Ruki, as Hiroto attentively listened to those details he thought he'd never hear.

“Instead, there was a loud cursing scream, followed by a shot, but it hadn't been directed at the original-kid. The bullet had gone right through Aoi's head. On impulse, Aoi, next to whom the yakuza man was standing, had aggressively bit the man's thigh, just before he could pull the trigger towards the kid, and as a result he'd been the one to be shot dead instead. The original-kid screamed, so loud, he thought he would have fainted from the exertion and the pain which was showering him, and, as the yakuza man newly turned towards him, he was going to finally be next, when the door blasted open ushering a short blond man, whom without any hesitation or any words, instantly shot the man's brains out.

“With the same coldness the blond man walked towards the still spasmodically crying kid, and shot at the base of his chains, freeing him. It took the kid a few seconds to realize that he was indeed free, but when he had, he quickly crawled his way to Aoi's dead body, tightly held it to himself, and kept crying” Ruki kept narrating with visible increasing anger “"… want to stay here and rot with him?" simply inquired the man, and the kid silently nodded, but the blond, for some reason, didn't seem to want to leave the kid there "don't you want revenge? … there is still one that escaped today … don't you want to avenge the both of you?" he inquired, and at those words something began to ragingly burn throughout the kid's body, as he realized that yes; he wanted revenge.

“So ...” loudly announced Ruki “the brat tremblingly stared at Aoi for a while longer, not really wanting to part from him, even though he was just a corpse by then, but hey. So then the kid took the chain that Aoi wore around his neck, as his only memory, then he left with the blond yakuza man … and he is now standing below you, ready to wish you an eternal good-night and continue his chase for the sneaky motherfucker that escaped that night, and whom is still hiding somewhere in the fucking nation” angrily hissed Ruki, looking up at the man, newly pointing Reita at him, whom resumed to loudly mumble a scream “Oh that must hurt uh? let me take care of that for you ...” calmly announced Ruki, as he shot at the base of the man's cock. The man frantically twist under the ceiling, while the clamp ungracefully fell to the floor with his detached member.

“Yeah … that must hurt ...” simply observed Hiroto, as he walked by Ruki's side, fascinatingly observing all the blood gushing down from between the man's legs, whom was still mumble-screaming.

“Oh shit ...” coolly grumbled Ruki “... this is a fucking piñata, Hiroto ...” sighed Ruki, shaking his head in feign hopelessness “... you are not supposed to shoot piñatas Hiroto, you are supposed to hit them, you should have stopped me ...” observed the dirty blond in feign disappointment.

“Oh my bad ...” expressed the younger with a feign apologetic tone, walking back to the torture-wall where he found a rather thick metal bar, took it, and walked back to Ruki with it “... here, it is not wood, but it should do ...” observed Hiroto, at whom Ruki cheerfully smiled, while grabbing the metal bar, and an instant later he was already savagely hitting the man everywhere on his body except for his face.

“This is a fucking empty piñata Hiroto! Nothing is coming out of it! ...” whined Ruki, as he kept viciously hitting the man, whom seemed on the verge of passing out “oh well … want to try?” calmly inquired Ruki, handing the bar to the younger, whom seriously thought about it for a second, but then passed on it, as he instead went to get the bottle of sulfuric acid “... oh yeah … my little brother here is like a little chemist, or something, he is smart as shit, and likes to experiment with "stuff" all the time … this time though, you seem to not spark interest in him, so I guess he figured sulfuric acid should do it? Just thought you should know, cause other … ooh … others have been through real hell because of him … but … are lucky my fucker-friend” he concluded taking a few steps back, as the younger began to splash acid from the bottles straight to the man's face, dejectedly observing the melting skin, as he thought that perhaps he should have indeed brought his kit. Nonchalantly shrugging to the thought, he then stopped only when the face seemed disfigure enough. By then, the man had already passed out “... is he dead?” nonchalantly inquired Ruki as he got rid of all he was wearing, once naked, he threw the garments under the man-piñata, and walked towards the second door in the room, since the other still had the rope tide on it.

“Maybe … not too sure ...” shrugged Hiroto, while picking up his bag, Ruki's purse, and then followed the elder “... there is a chance that the pain was too much to handle and he entered into a state of shock, then again he might have lost too much blood from his missing cock … many are the diagnosis Matsumoto-san” he concluded in a teasing professional tone, as they got upstairs, and walked into the kitchen “here, wear them” firmly ordered Hiroto, bringing out the shirt and shorts he had previously talked about from his bag, and handing them to Ruki.

“So when will the pyrotechnic show begin? ...” inquired Ruki after he had finished putting on his clothes, while they calmly walked out the backdoor.

“According to the weather channel, the sun will rise around five fifty-seven tomorrow, so I'd say some time around … six o' five ...” readily replied Hiroto, as he made a few calculations in his mind, while removing his balaclava.

“I see ...” mused Ruki, while they then silently walked down the deserted road, towards their car “... want a burger? I feel like eating a burger, my treat” he then swiftly offered, as Hiroto gingerly placed his head on the elder's shoulder, while firmly holding his hand.

“Ha~i! Arigatou aniki* ...” he tenderly replied, tightening his grip around Ruki's hand.

Without fail, at the end of every job, Ruki's right hand would always tremble, so Hiroto would always hold it.

This time however, given as how Ruki had, for the first time, brought up Aoi, Hiroto decided it wise to place his head on the elder's shoulder in addition, as to not have to look at his face.

A few second later, Hiroto felt a few drops on his nose.

FINAL PART

* aniki = big-brother (in a more informal way than Oniisan)