Rating: Mature. This fiction is rated for graphic violence, dark themes, and character death. Reader discretion is STRONGLY advised. I may or may not post the edited version here, at a slightly lower rating.

Pairings: KxO

Genre: Angst/Horror

Chapter One

A cold, bitter wind blew through the abandoned fairground that September night, while the air was alive with the screeching of abandoned and broken rides. The island had been closed down years ago, after a fire had torn through the grounds, and all that was left in tact was the gazebo in the centre of the island, its glass broken, and its contents emptied.

Nevertheless, a man heaved a heavy sack across broken concrete to the breaker wall. He grunted a bit, as he lifted the bag onto the edge of the wall, and he stared for a moment at its contents in glee. Snatching a small pendant from the bag, breaking its chain in the process, he shoved the bag off the edge and into the ocean below, then turned and headed towards the gazebo, gazing at the pendant.

The wind turned icy, and the man tucked the pendant into his pocket, hugging his jacket close around him, as he continued toward the gazebo. He met with peculiar, invisible resistance, before a cold hand grasped his wrist. Glancing back, he saw nothing, and frowned, looking down at his wrist. Nothing held him, and yet he could feel pressure there. A bloody handprint became evident on his wrist, and he turned again, to find himself facing familiar emerald eyes.

"Judgement falls on swift wings," it whispered to him, voice hushed, and hollow, as if echoing down a tunnel. Startled, the man yanked back, landing on his back, and stared at the demure teenager who stood watching him, hardly noticing as others joined the boy.

Standing, the man shouted, and ran quickly for the docks, and his boat. He had nearly reached it, when something caught his eye – the pendant. Suspended from nothing but the air, the pendant's chain had been fixed, and hung, as if around someone's neck. An exact height, an exact shape, and finally a form appeared, to solidify his growing suspicion.

Blue eyes gazed forlornly at him, still filled with the trust he had offered, still filled with the love that had betrayed him. "They demand blood," the all too familiar face informed him, his voice ringing with hollow sadness.

Turning to climb into his boat, he found his path impeded by the others.

"They demand your blood, Meiku."

"His name is Ikume Tasheme, thirty seven. One known relative, a sixteen year old son, whereabouts unknown. He's an executive of Hashiyate Inc, and is rumoured to be the right hand man of mob leader Izuke Imura," Omi read from his envelope, as he and Ran sat in the car on the ferry to Nagasaki, and Tasheme's summer home.

"Whereabouts unknown?"

"Apparently his son went missing some time in April, and hasn't been seen since. Police haven't been able to locate him, and it's believed to be a mob affiliation which caused his disappearance," Omi responded, quietly, brushing his hair behind an ear.

As they docked, the pair prepared to leave again, driving along the coast a while in silence. While Ran focused on the mission, Omi's mind wandered, and he went through the pros and cons of breaking up into these specific groups.

Ken and Yohji were on their way to Okinawa to check out Tasheme's home, and business areas, while Omi and Ran paired off to head to the suburbs of Nagasaki. It wasn't stated where Tasheme was last seen, and it was agreed that splitting into groups would be best for all.

Nevertheless, Omi was concerned that Ken and Yohji may not see eye to eye on this situation. It seemed that their target had a penchant for kidnapping young boys, children of no older than seventeen, which seemed to irk Ken, pulling him in an emotional direction. While Yohji was put off by this, he seemed somewhat less concerned than Ken, as this whole mission seemed to have very little association with women.

Omi was pulled out of his worried musings as, by early evening, he and Ran pulled up at Tasheme's glass-clad, oceanfront summer home. As they stepped out of the car, Ran approached the door, while Omi snuck around back, along the deck.

Ran had found the door unlocked, and crept noiselessly through the house, while Omi had paused around back, frowning at something. Carefully heading down a stone pathway, and steps, the cinnamon haired boy soon strode out onto a relatively well-cared for dock, puzzling over something.

His redheaded partner glanced through the back door out, before heading out to join his leader. "Something wrong?" Ran asked, glancing around.

"It feels like something is missing," Omi shook his head, then glanced at him. "Find anything?"

"Nothing. It's clean, he's been here recently, or has a housecleaner, but otherwise there aren't any signs of life."

"I see," blue eyes gazed out to the water a moment, before he turned to ascend the stairs. "Well, we're here anyway, lets take a look around."

There was utter silence between the pair for a minute.

"Can I –"

"No."

"But… just -!"

"No."

"I just want – "

"Yohji!" The wavy haired man sighed as he gazed longingly at a beautifully crafted statuette in Tasheme's home. Pearl adorned in a marvellously pure white marble, she was a figure of absolute beauty.

…And Ken refused to let him touch it.

Quietly moving on, Ken lightly ran a finger along the rim of a picture, and knelt to look at it properly.

"Is she naked?" Ken jumped, and turned to glare at Yohji.

"No, she is Tasheme's son…" the brunette turned back to the picture.

Glancing over his shoulder, Yohji 'hmm'ed lightly. "Looks kinda familiar, huh?"

"If you mean Omi," Ken nodded. "But there are differences." And he was right.

The boy in the picture sported a short, clean-cut bob, and hair almost as blonde as blonde could go. Their faces almost matched in shape and skin tone, and their eyes, both bright, large and blue, were nearly identical. While the young Tasheme boy's eyes had little flecks of green, and his whole appearance was that of an innocent school boy, right down to the private school uniform, he had some of the same shadows in his eyes that were familiar from their own home.

"Where have you gone…?"

Night came, finding Omi gazing out the rear window of the Tasheme summer estate. He wore a puzzled, and focused expression, his hands twitching in agitation. Ran stood just behind him, not quite understanding what the boy was puzzling over.

As if unaware of Ran's presence, Omi snapped his fingers, and exclaimed "The boat! The boat is missing!" startling Ran, and causing him to jolt a little. Omi whirled around, nearly running Ran over, before noticing his presence. "Ah! Aya-kun! There you are! I got it! I knew something was wrong, and I finally got it! The boat is missing!"

Ran blinked at him, as his heart-rate slowly returned to normal. "What makes you think he has a boat?"

"First of all, the dock, it's too well kept not to be used for something," the cinnamon haired boy began, sticking up a finger, "next, the seaweed along one side of the dock is all cut short, probably to keep it from getting caught in propellers. I noticed in the garage there's a large canister of fuel, probably used to refuel the boat, and lastly…" Omi trailed off, turning in a direction and walking away.

Too curious to be left behind, Ran followed after him, and nodded, once the final piece of evidence was presented to him. "Yukio Tasheme… a boat named after his son."

Omi nodded, all too enthusiastically. "So, here's the thing: according to Ken-kun and Yohji-kun, Tasheme-san has been off work for almost a week, and his apartment hasn't been visited recently. He isn't here, and this place also looks uninhabited, however…" he paused, blue eyes flicking out the window, "his boat is missing."

As the two stood in silence, staring out at the water, in the direction of the dock, Omi's eyes suddenly widened, and he pointed out along the horizon. "Aya-kun, do you see that?"

"Hm…?" Ran moved to the window, focusing on the direction Omi pointed in.

"There's a shadow there… an island maybe?" Omi mused, and then frowned.

"An island… perhaps. For now, let's get a hotel, we'll call Ken and Yohji, and we can investigate it tomorrow."

Nodding, Omi pulled out his cell phone, dialling Ken's number, as they exited the house, and climbed into Ran's porche. As they drove away, Omi avidly informing his best friend of their discoveries and Ran focusing on the dark road, neither noticed the dark mist that rose from the ocean, enshrouding the house they had just exited in shadows.

End Chapter

Well, this is my first writing of this sort... I'll probably be editing it for posting here, but I'll try and give a link to where the proper version is. A lot of this content may be disturbing in later chapters, there will be gore, there will be death. But I hope you all enjoy anyway.