Hello once again, dear people all over the net! I know, I know, I haven't posted something in years, but you know what? I suddenly came up with a great idea and just had to write it down. So here we are again, with the yaoi/shonen ai goodness!
Oh yeah, for those who don't know me by this Pen-name, I used to be SoraKokiri, you know," I Only Have My Body", and "No Heaven For Us"?...no? Oh well, this is my new name, used for…well mainly everything I do. It's like my signature or pseudonym.
Let's cut the bullshit and let's dive in shall we?
Warnings: you just know the first chapter won't go straight to the juicy parts, dontcha? Naw, this one just contains the setting of the story. But I must tell you, it will slowly progress until it gets good!
Genre: Romance/Drama/Slice of life kinda/Violence/Angst
The act became easier every time he tried doing it. He just had to find someone who looked barely wealthy, follow them and slowly approach them. Then in one, swift motion, and at the correct time, extend an arm and snatch the wallet from the pocket or hand, piece of cake.
Sure, it was hard at first; at the age of 12 he had been caught for the first time trying to pull a wallet from the jacket of some girl, but for some odd reason, the wallet had gotten stuck by the zipper to the inner fabric of the pocket and so, he pulled and pulled, making the girl squeal in terror.
Some guy, trying to be the good citizen, picked him up and threw him to the ground, applying something akin to a lock on his neck. Then the cops came and the rest was history. Of course something like that wasn't going to stop him, because as some people say, the need was greater. The boy had been caught so many times at first, he already knew the name of a few cops and even befriended them.
Now, at the age of 17, it had become a routine, though it was never something he felt proud of: He didn't do it because he needed money; he didn't do it because of the thrill, he didn't do it to buy drugs, not even because to buy something he fancied. No, Sora Hikari did it because if he didn't do it, his life would be in danger.
"This should do…" He murmured after running into a dark alley, wallet freshly stolen from a middle aged man in hand. He opened it, his blue, dull and tired eyes scanning the insides and taking the identifications and cards to throw them to the dirty floor. He took out some dollars, 30 to be exact, and seeing nothing else of value, tossed the leather wallet into a nearby trashcan, pulled his hood up his head, and looked around. He had to do this fast and be as cold headed as he could, no regrets. His dirty sneakers squeaked when he abruptly turned around and jogged through less crowded streets so nobody recognized him.
As much as he hated it, he had to go back to his "home".
"No pickups today I see" The old man grumbled, counting the dollars the brown haired boy gave him after returning to the old dingy and small apartment. His wrinkly, filthy hands flipped the bills over and over, as if making sure there really were 50 dollars.
"No, sir" Sora replied, annoyed that he had to talk to someone as low as the old bastard in such a respectful way. He was standing beside the man, while the other was sitting down near a small TV while smoking weed and drinking some cheap canned beer. His greasy skin glimmered under the light that the TV emitted. "May I go now?"
The other looked at Sora sideways, staring at the thin frame the boy sported. He wasn't very tall for a 17 year old boy, he barely reached a meter and 65 centimeters, and some of his features, like his eyelashes, nose and mouth were refined and somewhat feminine, even though he still looked too much like a boy. The man sneered and put the money into an envelope, placed it over a small table and looked right at the younger "Whatever, lil' fucker, but I expect at least eighty bucks fer tomorrow"
"Huh?" Sora blinked a few times "but it's always been fifty per day"
The man glared at him, and made a motion as in about to stand up "Ye sayin' you not gonna do it, fuckin' rat?!"
The boy brought his hands up defensively "No, just curious, sir"
Still looking at Sora, the old man took the envelope, and waved it in the air while talking "Tomorrow they will be comin', and I had to use some of the money you got to buy some food. So ye need to bring eighty to cover it"
Sora mentally sneered and tried to stop himself from sending a dirty glare at the old guy. Yeah, food, more like pot or meth. "Okay" He replied, not really excited about it. Though he couldn't really defy the man, he sometimes wanted to slam his fists against his greasy, ugly face. Not like he could, he still treasured his life. With nothing else to say, he turned around and started walking to his "room" (which was really a torn mattress huddled into a corner on the living room) and then sat on his "bed". He looked at the TV, not really watching what was going on in it. He just had one thing in his head "I hope I can get the money tomorrow…"
"You did good, I know we can trust you to continue making business together" The man extended a hand, and waited for the other to do the same.
"Of course, Zexion, I would be mad if I didn't" The other replied, barking a strident laugh, and shook the offered hand excitedly "It's an honor to be your supplier"
Zexion removed his hand from the other's grip and smirked, adjusting his black, elegant suit to his thin torso and continued "So, about the issue of last week's…" he murmured lowly but threateningly.
"O-ho!" The man almost shouted, putting a big hand over his stomach and leaning his head back as if he were about to laugh out loud, but didn't "Trust me, you're never going to see that 'deepthroat' guy again"
The lavender haired man cocked his head to the side a little "Ansem" Zexion grabbed the elder's arm and guided him to a more secluded place, because talking in the middle of a host club wasn't very private "When I said 'I don't want to see him around here ever again', I didn't mean to give him a beating and a warning" Zexion growled closer to the other's ear, tugging a little on his arm while doing so.
Feeling somewhat offended, but never breaking his submissive role on the conversation, he retorted "For how long have I known you and your boss, huh?" He got closer to the younger one, and sporting a malicious grin he said "Of course we killed the fucker; no one messes with us, and we also don't want to mess with Inagawa-sama…"
Zexion stared at him for a few seconds, before grunting and letting go of the man "Yeah, sometimes I forget how efficient you are, Ansem" Then he pulled out a black envelope, handed it to the bald man, and took a quick look around him "That settles it" He finally said, then turned around and when he was almost walking through the back door of the club, waved without turning.
The black suit clad man continued walking, sighing a little before reaching a black BMW, a Berlina model to be more precise, and signaling a person who was standing close to the car to let him inside. The man quickly opened the door and Zexion nodded at him in thanks, then proceeded to sit inside. He heard the door close, not really caring when they started departing.
He was looking at his hands, fiddling with some papers Ansem had given him, and then looked up at the other man sitting on the opposite side. He was looking at him in a somewhat bored fashion, his head leaning on his hand, his elbow resting on the windowsill.
"Sir" Zexion started with a firm voice, his boss didn't like wimps or displays of fear and weakness, he had come to know while working for him for over 4 years "Ansem asked me to check this for him, he said something about a 'pest' being a little cocky, not paying on time and having an overall defiant attitude towards him". When he finished, his boss turned his head to look at the streets.
He ran a hand through his long silver hair, shimmering with the soft orange lights outside the car with a slow rhythm, making his face appear and then once again disappear from Zexion's sight. Riku Inagawa didn't like riding in cars with the inner lights on, he liked to relax while working. He shifted a little, as if signaling he had reached a conclusion about Ansem's paper. "So he wants me to go and scare him a little, right…". He mumbled, not really asking.
Zexion nodded, he knew his boss didn't like extra conversation, he just had small chats or he tended to lose interest on the subject. Riku tsk'ed, dragging his arm from the windowsill and joined it with his other one to cross them above his chest. "I despise doing the dirty job, I always have to pay a shitload for dry-cleaning"
The other man nodded, totally understanding his boss; why would Riku Inagawa, second leader of one of the greatest mafia in Japan, bother with a small fry? He had many men at his disposition to do the handwork for him, to kill those who offended or threatened his circle or his business, or to deal with the clients. It was absurd, almost as if Ansem were mocking him because he knew he couldn't refuse just because Ansem was his father's, Sephiroth Inagawa, good friend.
"Should I ask for the men to take care of it?" Zexion asked as a last resort, fully knowing his boss would take on the job, as stupid and pointless it seemed.
Riku regarded Zexion for a fragment of a second, almost as if saying 'you're kidding me right?' and took the paper from his hands. He inspected it for a brief moment, and then handed it back to his most trusted helper and right hand. "No, I'll take care of it; if I didn't dad would be nagging at me forever"
"Alright" and that ended the conversation. Even though Riku was just 28, he had the same attitude and similar thinking of his father. He had the mafia leader blood in it, he was cold, somewhat cocky but always had the job done, and done good.
The first thing Riku saw when he got home was Cloud, his father's assistant, passing by the entrance of the house wearing his usual black kimono. Cloud looked at him, his expression not even changing when he saw him arrive, and bowed at him, his head almost leveled at his stomach.
"Hello, young master" the blond said firmly, then got up again and looked at Riku, eyes stern "Your father wants to see you", then as if nothing, he walked away, towards the beautiful pond that was a few meters away from the main house. Riku wondered what was the man going to do in the gardens at midnight, but then again, Cloud always did so.
"Zexion, you stay here" Riku commanded his helper, and Zexion promptly nodded and walked away. He started walking through the ample halls of the Japanese-style house, his bare feet somewhat cold against the clean wood under them; along the way, some of his men offered to take his jacket and he complied, allowing one to take it off and go hang it in one of the racks at his room. He finally reached a big paper door, and without doubts slid it open.
Inside he found his father, already waiting for him. He was sitting seiza style, his hands neatly folded over his knees and eyes focused on every move his son made. Soon, Riku was sitting right in front of the head honcho, adopting the very same pose his father was sporting. It was almost as if a mirror was standing between them, the resemblance was uncanny.
Sephiroth, all of a sudden, smiled tenderly, a smile he only showed to his son and no one else, and crossed his arms without losing the straightness of his column "So, how was it"
Riku blinked a few times, trying to arrange the words in his mind before talking, and when he finished he sighed "hah…well, the assholes who distribute the alcohol in the B and C district were holding on to some of the bottles we imported and were selling them to other gangs at a higher price than we do. Of course, they just sold them to individual persons, so no other business could be made out of a few bottles, but anyways…we took care of those bastards"
"Ah, that would explain our alcohol's income dropping a few thousand dollars…" Sephiroth said bemused, scratching his chin. "Anything else I should know?"
"Nothing that I can't handle myself" The younger replied, already wanting to go to his room and sleep, it had been a really tiring and long day "Oh, yeah, Ansem asked me to take care of something really stupid"
Sephiroth frowned, his interest piqued "Ansem asked you?" He said as if offended because of his comrade not asking him instead of his son.
Riku rolled his eyes at his father's antics "Probably kill someone or beat them to a pulp" the words came out simple, no surprise, nothing new or something he hadn't done before with his very own hands. "Don't worry about it"
"Hm" Sephiroth decided it wasn't really worth fighting over it, and left it at that for now "You're gonna send some men for that duty?"
"No, I'm going to go…if Ansem asked for my help, then it must be for an important reason" He said and ended his talk. "If you excuse me, father"
Sephiroth smirked and nodded, and started standing up before Riku could, and when he was fully straight up, his son proceeded to do the same. If the green eyed boy knew something it was being courteous with his father, who used to spank him every time Riku talked back at him, hit a girl or cried over stupid things. No, he had wanted his son to be objective, cold minded and decided; for the sake of the group and his. Along the road, because of the way he treated his son, his wife had decided to leave fearing the platinum haired yakuza could do the same to her, and also because she felt neglected ever since Riku was born.
Not that Sephiroth had minded. He loved his son and not even a jealous, pestering woman whom he had only used to get a successor would keep them apart. She had mysteriously died on a trip to the beach.
"Good night" Riku mumbled, already walking out.
"Bye, and good job" And with that, the paper door slid shut, leaving him to think while he walked towards his bed and sat on its edge. "I have an odd feeling about this…"
So? What do you think? Love it or hate it? Well, anyways I'm gong to continue this one, I love the plot I have already planned haha!
Please do leave reviews, they help me get better every time ;)
The next chapter will dive into Sora's life a little more, we already dug deep enough with Riku and Seph on this chapter, huh?