[One-shot] Bloodied Diamonds
Title: Bloodied Diamonds
Author: crazy_otaku911
Groups/Pairings: Junta/Akito (BAD), partnership!Kitayama/Fujigaya (Kis-My-Ft2), mentions of Subaru and Takizawa.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: As chaos warred with havoc, they were each other’s greatest strength and biggest weakness.
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: Violence, blood, character death.
A/N: Written for ieja88 during 2011 je_otherworlds! Oodles of fun. ^^ Though... uh, it's a long story, but my bit of the exchange was slightly complicated and thus this fic is not quite what I was hoping it would be, but I'm good with it either way. Set in a sort of fantasy historical Japan, though the fic does not make any distinct references to it, nor does one need to know anything about the period to read the fic. Special thanks to tottchupi, uepixie, and keeconk for putting up with a good deal of my "OH MY GOD THIS IS WEIRD TELL ME TO DELETE IT I AM GOING INSANE!!!" because I'm dramatic like that 8D;;
The city was utterly destroyed in moments.
What could they have done but watch the destruction explode around them? It had been sudden. Not unexpected, but too far, too late, and with the flames borne and fed on the wings of the wind, there had been nothing to do but watch as the city dissolved into chaos, their own wards and protections keeping them alive as they felt lives being extinguished, a huge shock of mental agony as the entire city screamed in blood.
“Shibutani-dono was right…” Junta murmured, letting their own winds twist around them, protecting them by buffering the flames and ashes, his hands trembling. Unconsciously he tugged a thin strand of oxygen towards them both, knowing they were here for a reason and dying on a cheap trick would be a shame to their leader.
At his side, Akito fumed, fists clenched. “Those bastards.”
“Calm down, Akito,” Junta whispered, laying a hand on Akito’s shoulder. Junta truly regretted that they’d been unable to protect the people, but once the enemy had punched through the city defenses, they’d been doomed to their infernal coffins. But Akito’s anger left him blind and Junta knew the dangers they were about to face left no room for mistakes.
They had come.
It was easy to trace the fire’s origin, the flames and the wind bore distinctive fingerprints. Junta supposed neither had much to hide when they’d just demolished the city. With the scents of burnt flesh and acrid rubble filling the air around them, there was nothing to do but wait to be found.
They were not kept waiting long.
Mere minutes later, the smog around them cleared, the flames dancing into the ground as gusts of wind drove the smoke away, leaving them in a crater of destruction.
“Tono said you’d be here~,” a voice trilled as two figures walked out of the smoke to face Junta and Akito. “He said we’d get another chance.”
His companion was silent as they moved into the makeshift clearing, but Junta recognized the ember-fire in both of their eyes. Kitayama and Fujigaya from the East with their marks of loyalty clear on their collarbones, marks from their Lord, Takizawa.
“You bastards,” Akito gritted out through clenched teeth, but kept his head, staying at Junta’s side. He wanted to lunge, to strike and gouge out Fujigaya’s eyes, but he knew better. He and Junta still had their own souls completely intact; they were too vulnerable separate.
Fujigaya threw his head back, laughing high and bright, the note carrying on the breezes, not quite light enough to hide the malicious edge. “Don’t try to bullshit us, Kiriyama, you guys hid here to use them as a shield.”
Akito spat like an angry cat, but Junta held up his hand, forestalling any other comments. Fujigaya was smirking, barely held back, wanting to rile Akito up even more, to infect him with his own style of venom.
“You should join us.” It was the first time Kitayama had spoken, his eyes piercing as he locked eyes with Junta, nodding slowly around them. At his side, Fujigaya frowned with displeasure. “What could stop the four of us?”
The offer lay before the two of them and Junta considered it - it was tempting; Fujigaya and Kitayama had dipped into a well that Junta could only barely fathom - but only for a split second. With swords drawn, he felt Akito tense at his side, could feel the energy, the anger, strong as it pulsated through the air.
“Never.”
They broke, leaping to meet Kitayama and Fujigaya, sword and battle-will clashing in an instant. It was almost by fate that Junta was blocked by Kitayama, whom he considered the deadlier of the two. Fujigaya ran hot, just like Akito; he was more likely to be reckless. Kitayama was different. He was calm, possessed, and deceptively stronger than he looked. His eyes smoldered amber but his expression was impassive. Their swords danced, screaming in the wind. More flames erupted around them - Fujigaya’s handiwork from the way he was hurtling through debris with Akito.
“Why stay?” Kitayama asked when they broke away, warily circling each other, swords clenched tight. “There’s nothing left for you here.”
“I may not have sold my heart or soul to Shibutani-dono, but I know where my loyalties lie,” Junta hissed.
Kitayama just regarded him for a moment, shrugging. “I figured it was worth a try.”
They flew at each other again, leap-frogging into Akito and Fujigaya’s path. It wasn’t just a fight between the two of them - Junta couldn’t just focus on Kitayama, but trained himself to keep track of Fujigaya and Akito as well, hypersensitive to Akito’s movements. He knew he could never win on his own, but when it was the two of them…
They might have a chance.
Fujigaya was laughing as the flames rose higher, the blazing reflecting rosy in his eyes. Akito was forced back, a desperate wind deflecting the worst, but leaving him on the verges of being roasted.
Kitayama’s blade cut through the air and Junta jack-knifed to evade, his boot neatly planting in Kitayama’s middle, forcing them apart. Junta’s next move twisted him up behind Fujigaya while Akito narrowly avoided a knife through the ribs from Kitayama and then they separated, Fujigaya and Akito immediately lunging for each other again with feral snarls.
“Tono would be disappointed in you,” Kitayama told his partner, frowning. “Get a hold of yourself.”
“Fuck off,” Fujigaya spat between strikes. “I don’t see you with any blood on your sword.”
As it was, Kitayama was the one to score the first blood, sword-tip nicking Junta’s shoulder.
A small fissure of pain threaded through Junta, and he cursed, stumbling. Kitayama’s sword was laced with the Nothingness of the void and it would slowly begin to corrupt Junta’s body like a slow, painful poison.
“Junta!” Akito called out, distractedly dodging Fujigaya, crying out as Fujigaya’s sword sliced over his thigh.
They were on a timer now, Akito realized, whirling to block Fujigaya’s next lunge. Fujigaya’s sword was nothing more than tempered steel, but still deadly. They danced, swords flickering in the flamelight, Akito still attuned to Junta’s own battle with Kitayama, feeling the Nothingness seep into Junta’s system. There were rites and healing, but they needed the time to perform them.
“You are so annoying,” he snarled at Fujigaya, twisting to jam his elbow in the man’s gut, feeling him grunt in pain at impact.
“Ye-ah,” Fujigaya managed a smirk all the same. “But at least I’m not dead meat.”
Akito knew Fujigaya was just trying to get him to slip up, to get shoddy. He knew that Fujigaya could still feel every life perishing within the hellfire, just as Akito could, agonizing and overwhelming.
The problem was that it was working.
He slammed forward, knife in his free hand, trying to throw Fujigaya’s feet out from under him. If he kept the man distracted, pushed too close and too fast, there was no way Fujigaya could summon more fire. Fujigaya was snarling and fast, agile and much more vicious than Kitayama ever had been, the flames rising in rage every time Akito landed a hit.
Junta and Kitayama were locked in combat nearby, focused, but always with that small part of their minds with their partners. Junta’s reserves were depleting quickly, the cloying panic trying to overtake his mind. They needed to end this fight.
“Funny thing, this war, isn’t it?” Kitayama asked, blade crossed with Junta’s. “We’re just killing and killing and killing and when the one side gets too smart to be killed easily, the other side gets nasty and dirty… why do you think they need people like us?”
“We’re not like you.” Junta held himself firm, throwing their blades apart, sword dipping to cut over Kitayama’s arm, but careful, ever so careful. He couldn’t take another hit, not with Kitayama’s sword.
“Of course you’re not,” Fujigaya hissed in reply, grappling with Akito. “Of course you’re not… you’re too soft. It’s not what we did. It’s about what you won’t do.”
“Shut up!” Akito jerked, throwing Fujigaya’s hold, knife jerking up. But he hadn’t quite expected was to feel the give of flesh as the small blade sank deep into Fujigaya’s gut.
Kitayama’s jaw clenching was the only sign he gave of his partner’s injury, but the fire in his eyes had brightened. He bore down on Junta, forcing him back, driving him farther from Akito and Fujigaya, precise but powerful.
Fujigaya’s breaths came out in slow, painful gasps, but somehow there was still a smile on his lips. “Hiromitsu was… right…” he coughed. “This is such a waste…” But he was still moving, twisting a leg around one of Akito’s, slamming it into place as he started choking Akito out. He spasmed for a moment when the knife moved within the wound as Akito trying to drive it deeper, but the adrenaline sang through his veins and he knew he could do it.
With eyes amber and red, Kitayama finally smiled, already looking like victory. “It’s not about what we did… it’s about what you won’t do.” He repeated Fujigaya’s words, almost in a whisper, and suddenly Junta found himself thrown back, Kitayama spinning on his heel, lunging-
Straight for Akito’s unprotected back.
“Akito!” It was a split second of horror, and Junta realized that Fujigaya was holding Akito in place, taking the injuries to keep Akito a clear target.
Kitayama’s sword screamed through the air and Akito only had a moment to realize what had happened before it felt like his world exploded, something slamming into him, throwing him out of Fujigaya’s hold. He flew, feeling rocks and broken wood cut into him as he landed heavily.
Fujigaya crumpled to the ground, curling up - Akito had managed to stab him several more times - and Kitayama stared at where his sword was firmly lodged in Junta’s chest.
Blinded by the pain, Junta choked, coughing up blood. “A-akito?”
“Oh my god, Junta,” Akito dragged himself across the ground, watching as Kitayama lowered his sword and Junta slid off it, sickeningly slick. “Junta!”
Kitayama stepped back, sheathing his sword and completely forgotten as Akito reached Junta, hands scrabbling, pulling apart layers to reveal the wound, blood seeping all over his hands and staining the ground.
“No… No, no, Junta, you can’t do this,” Akito breathed, trying to call upon everything he’d ever learned. He couldn’t lose this, he couldn’t lose Junta.
Striding over to his fallen partner, Kitayama stooped, carefully gathering up Fujigaya up in his arms. With a single look spared at their fallen enemies, he leaped, vanishing into the flames and smoke like a phantom.
Fujigaya was trembling in his arms, whimpering softly. “Shh, shh,” Kitayama tried to soothe as he left the ruined city. “Breathe, Taisuke, breathe.”
“Is there any point?” Fujigaya asked weakly. “Who says… I’m going to make it?”
“You better,” Kitayama said, voice gruff. “Otherwise I’m going to bring you back to life and kill you myself.”
Fujigaya laughed gently before another wave of pain ran through him, his entire body shuddering as his eyes closed.
Kitayama ran faster.
Akito ignored the flames surrounding them as he gathered Junta into his arms, tears leaving clear tracks down his grimy cheeks. “Junta, please…” But it was too late, and he knew it already, feeling the void that was eroding Junta’s heart. “Junta, you can’t leave me…”
Junta coughed, his eyes opening laboriously, gazing glassily at Akito. “I… I’m sorry. I just wasn’t… wasn’t fast enough. I let you down.”
Cradling Junta closer, Akito stroked his hair, sobbing gently. “No, no… Junta…”
“I’m sorry…” Junta whispered, his eyes closing. “Akito.”
A few moments later, Akito realized that Junta’s heart had stopped beating.
“Junta!!” He screamed, curling up over his partner’s body, the pure anguish ripping him to pieces as he felt everything that had been Junta slowly fading away, leaving behind a corpse. “No, no, Junta, you can’t leave me like this.”
He cried, begged, screamed, clutching what remained of Junta to his chest as the flames roared higher, licking at the bloodied sky, engulfing them both.
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A/N: I need to stop... killing off everyone. X: That is not a good habit to have.
Author: crazy_otaku911
Groups/Pairings: Junta/Akito (BAD), partnership!Kitayama/Fujigaya (Kis-My-Ft2), mentions of Subaru and Takizawa.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: As chaos warred with havoc, they were each other’s greatest strength and biggest weakness.
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: Violence, blood, character death.
A/N: Written for ieja88 during 2011 je_otherworlds! Oodles of fun. ^^ Though... uh, it's a long story, but my bit of the exchange was slightly complicated and thus this fic is not quite what I was hoping it would be, but I'm good with it either way. Set in a sort of fantasy historical Japan, though the fic does not make any distinct references to it, nor does one need to know anything about the period to read the fic. Special thanks to tottchupi, uepixie, and keeconk for putting up with a good deal of my "OH MY GOD THIS IS WEIRD TELL ME TO DELETE IT I AM GOING INSANE!!!" because I'm dramatic like that 8D;;
The city was utterly destroyed in moments.
What could they have done but watch the destruction explode around them? It had been sudden. Not unexpected, but too far, too late, and with the flames borne and fed on the wings of the wind, there had been nothing to do but watch as the city dissolved into chaos, their own wards and protections keeping them alive as they felt lives being extinguished, a huge shock of mental agony as the entire city screamed in blood.
“Shibutani-dono was right…” Junta murmured, letting their own winds twist around them, protecting them by buffering the flames and ashes, his hands trembling. Unconsciously he tugged a thin strand of oxygen towards them both, knowing they were here for a reason and dying on a cheap trick would be a shame to their leader.
At his side, Akito fumed, fists clenched. “Those bastards.”
“Calm down, Akito,” Junta whispered, laying a hand on Akito’s shoulder. Junta truly regretted that they’d been unable to protect the people, but once the enemy had punched through the city defenses, they’d been doomed to their infernal coffins. But Akito’s anger left him blind and Junta knew the dangers they were about to face left no room for mistakes.
They had come.
It was easy to trace the fire’s origin, the flames and the wind bore distinctive fingerprints. Junta supposed neither had much to hide when they’d just demolished the city. With the scents of burnt flesh and acrid rubble filling the air around them, there was nothing to do but wait to be found.
They were not kept waiting long.
Mere minutes later, the smog around them cleared, the flames dancing into the ground as gusts of wind drove the smoke away, leaving them in a crater of destruction.
“Tono said you’d be here~,” a voice trilled as two figures walked out of the smoke to face Junta and Akito. “He said we’d get another chance.”
His companion was silent as they moved into the makeshift clearing, but Junta recognized the ember-fire in both of their eyes. Kitayama and Fujigaya from the East with their marks of loyalty clear on their collarbones, marks from their Lord, Takizawa.
“You bastards,” Akito gritted out through clenched teeth, but kept his head, staying at Junta’s side. He wanted to lunge, to strike and gouge out Fujigaya’s eyes, but he knew better. He and Junta still had their own souls completely intact; they were too vulnerable separate.
Fujigaya threw his head back, laughing high and bright, the note carrying on the breezes, not quite light enough to hide the malicious edge. “Don’t try to bullshit us, Kiriyama, you guys hid here to use them as a shield.”
Akito spat like an angry cat, but Junta held up his hand, forestalling any other comments. Fujigaya was smirking, barely held back, wanting to rile Akito up even more, to infect him with his own style of venom.
“You should join us.” It was the first time Kitayama had spoken, his eyes piercing as he locked eyes with Junta, nodding slowly around them. At his side, Fujigaya frowned with displeasure. “What could stop the four of us?”
The offer lay before the two of them and Junta considered it - it was tempting; Fujigaya and Kitayama had dipped into a well that Junta could only barely fathom - but only for a split second. With swords drawn, he felt Akito tense at his side, could feel the energy, the anger, strong as it pulsated through the air.
“Never.”
They broke, leaping to meet Kitayama and Fujigaya, sword and battle-will clashing in an instant. It was almost by fate that Junta was blocked by Kitayama, whom he considered the deadlier of the two. Fujigaya ran hot, just like Akito; he was more likely to be reckless. Kitayama was different. He was calm, possessed, and deceptively stronger than he looked. His eyes smoldered amber but his expression was impassive. Their swords danced, screaming in the wind. More flames erupted around them - Fujigaya’s handiwork from the way he was hurtling through debris with Akito.
“Why stay?” Kitayama asked when they broke away, warily circling each other, swords clenched tight. “There’s nothing left for you here.”
“I may not have sold my heart or soul to Shibutani-dono, but I know where my loyalties lie,” Junta hissed.
Kitayama just regarded him for a moment, shrugging. “I figured it was worth a try.”
They flew at each other again, leap-frogging into Akito and Fujigaya’s path. It wasn’t just a fight between the two of them - Junta couldn’t just focus on Kitayama, but trained himself to keep track of Fujigaya and Akito as well, hypersensitive to Akito’s movements. He knew he could never win on his own, but when it was the two of them…
They might have a chance.
Fujigaya was laughing as the flames rose higher, the blazing reflecting rosy in his eyes. Akito was forced back, a desperate wind deflecting the worst, but leaving him on the verges of being roasted.
Kitayama’s blade cut through the air and Junta jack-knifed to evade, his boot neatly planting in Kitayama’s middle, forcing them apart. Junta’s next move twisted him up behind Fujigaya while Akito narrowly avoided a knife through the ribs from Kitayama and then they separated, Fujigaya and Akito immediately lunging for each other again with feral snarls.
“Tono would be disappointed in you,” Kitayama told his partner, frowning. “Get a hold of yourself.”
“Fuck off,” Fujigaya spat between strikes. “I don’t see you with any blood on your sword.”
As it was, Kitayama was the one to score the first blood, sword-tip nicking Junta’s shoulder.
A small fissure of pain threaded through Junta, and he cursed, stumbling. Kitayama’s sword was laced with the Nothingness of the void and it would slowly begin to corrupt Junta’s body like a slow, painful poison.
“Junta!” Akito called out, distractedly dodging Fujigaya, crying out as Fujigaya’s sword sliced over his thigh.
They were on a timer now, Akito realized, whirling to block Fujigaya’s next lunge. Fujigaya’s sword was nothing more than tempered steel, but still deadly. They danced, swords flickering in the flamelight, Akito still attuned to Junta’s own battle with Kitayama, feeling the Nothingness seep into Junta’s system. There were rites and healing, but they needed the time to perform them.
“You are so annoying,” he snarled at Fujigaya, twisting to jam his elbow in the man’s gut, feeling him grunt in pain at impact.
“Ye-ah,” Fujigaya managed a smirk all the same. “But at least I’m not dead meat.”
Akito knew Fujigaya was just trying to get him to slip up, to get shoddy. He knew that Fujigaya could still feel every life perishing within the hellfire, just as Akito could, agonizing and overwhelming.
The problem was that it was working.
He slammed forward, knife in his free hand, trying to throw Fujigaya’s feet out from under him. If he kept the man distracted, pushed too close and too fast, there was no way Fujigaya could summon more fire. Fujigaya was snarling and fast, agile and much more vicious than Kitayama ever had been, the flames rising in rage every time Akito landed a hit.
Junta and Kitayama were locked in combat nearby, focused, but always with that small part of their minds with their partners. Junta’s reserves were depleting quickly, the cloying panic trying to overtake his mind. They needed to end this fight.
“Funny thing, this war, isn’t it?” Kitayama asked, blade crossed with Junta’s. “We’re just killing and killing and killing and when the one side gets too smart to be killed easily, the other side gets nasty and dirty… why do you think they need people like us?”
“We’re not like you.” Junta held himself firm, throwing their blades apart, sword dipping to cut over Kitayama’s arm, but careful, ever so careful. He couldn’t take another hit, not with Kitayama’s sword.
“Of course you’re not,” Fujigaya hissed in reply, grappling with Akito. “Of course you’re not… you’re too soft. It’s not what we did. It’s about what you won’t do.”
“Shut up!” Akito jerked, throwing Fujigaya’s hold, knife jerking up. But he hadn’t quite expected was to feel the give of flesh as the small blade sank deep into Fujigaya’s gut.
Kitayama’s jaw clenching was the only sign he gave of his partner’s injury, but the fire in his eyes had brightened. He bore down on Junta, forcing him back, driving him farther from Akito and Fujigaya, precise but powerful.
Fujigaya’s breaths came out in slow, painful gasps, but somehow there was still a smile on his lips. “Hiromitsu was… right…” he coughed. “This is such a waste…” But he was still moving, twisting a leg around one of Akito’s, slamming it into place as he started choking Akito out. He spasmed for a moment when the knife moved within the wound as Akito trying to drive it deeper, but the adrenaline sang through his veins and he knew he could do it.
With eyes amber and red, Kitayama finally smiled, already looking like victory. “It’s not about what we did… it’s about what you won’t do.” He repeated Fujigaya’s words, almost in a whisper, and suddenly Junta found himself thrown back, Kitayama spinning on his heel, lunging-
Straight for Akito’s unprotected back.
“Akito!” It was a split second of horror, and Junta realized that Fujigaya was holding Akito in place, taking the injuries to keep Akito a clear target.
Kitayama’s sword screamed through the air and Akito only had a moment to realize what had happened before it felt like his world exploded, something slamming into him, throwing him out of Fujigaya’s hold. He flew, feeling rocks and broken wood cut into him as he landed heavily.
Fujigaya crumpled to the ground, curling up - Akito had managed to stab him several more times - and Kitayama stared at where his sword was firmly lodged in Junta’s chest.
Blinded by the pain, Junta choked, coughing up blood. “A-akito?”
“Oh my god, Junta,” Akito dragged himself across the ground, watching as Kitayama lowered his sword and Junta slid off it, sickeningly slick. “Junta!”
Kitayama stepped back, sheathing his sword and completely forgotten as Akito reached Junta, hands scrabbling, pulling apart layers to reveal the wound, blood seeping all over his hands and staining the ground.
“No… No, no, Junta, you can’t do this,” Akito breathed, trying to call upon everything he’d ever learned. He couldn’t lose this, he couldn’t lose Junta.
Striding over to his fallen partner, Kitayama stooped, carefully gathering up Fujigaya up in his arms. With a single look spared at their fallen enemies, he leaped, vanishing into the flames and smoke like a phantom.
Fujigaya was trembling in his arms, whimpering softly. “Shh, shh,” Kitayama tried to soothe as he left the ruined city. “Breathe, Taisuke, breathe.”
“Is there any point?” Fujigaya asked weakly. “Who says… I’m going to make it?”
“You better,” Kitayama said, voice gruff. “Otherwise I’m going to bring you back to life and kill you myself.”
Fujigaya laughed gently before another wave of pain ran through him, his entire body shuddering as his eyes closed.
Kitayama ran faster.
Akito ignored the flames surrounding them as he gathered Junta into his arms, tears leaving clear tracks down his grimy cheeks. “Junta, please…” But it was too late, and he knew it already, feeling the void that was eroding Junta’s heart. “Junta, you can’t leave me…”
Junta coughed, his eyes opening laboriously, gazing glassily at Akito. “I… I’m sorry. I just wasn’t… wasn’t fast enough. I let you down.”
Cradling Junta closer, Akito stroked his hair, sobbing gently. “No, no… Junta…”
“I’m sorry…” Junta whispered, his eyes closing. “Akito.”
A few moments later, Akito realized that Junta’s heart had stopped beating.
“Junta!!” He screamed, curling up over his partner’s body, the pure anguish ripping him to pieces as he felt everything that had been Junta slowly fading away, leaving behind a corpse. “No, no, Junta, you can’t leave me like this.”
He cried, begged, screamed, clutching what remained of Junta to his chest as the flames roared higher, licking at the bloodied sky, engulfing them both.
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A/N: I need to stop... killing off everyone. X: That is not a good habit to have.