"From the deepest desires, often come from the deadliest hate." -Socrates
"Eliot Monroe, huh?" Nile murmured, fingers flying over the keys of his computer, "I doubt I'll find anything- Oh, hello!"
Platina looked over Nile's shoulder as multiple windows came up.
"This guy is wanted in nearly two dozen countries, he's in the top five of Interpol's most wanted list, wanted by FBI, CIA, NCIS... Geez, what list isn't this guy on?" Nile wondered, "And you say Kyoya gave you this dude's file?"
"What's he wanted for?" Platina asked.
"Murder, kidnapping, rape, bombings, theft, gun running, missed parole... Man, this guy's got a list." Nile whistled, "And Kyoya gave you this file?"
"Yep." Platina said, "And he gave me this file after I kept asking who he was afraid of in the R&B undercover op we're going on."
"Kyoya? Afraid? Of who?" Nile and Platina turned to see Kakeru walking into Nile's office.
"You know a guy by the name of Eliot Monroe?" Nile asked, and Kakeru went stark white. Platina and Nile shared a look.
"Yeah..." Kakeru said, slowly, "I do, actually. He's the one that gave Kyoya his scars- the ones under his eyes."
Platina's jaw dropped, "You're kidding."
Kakeru shook his head, "Wish I was. That was how he got into that particular line of gun running. His initiation, so to speak. If he couldn't take the pain, he was out. If he could, he was in."
"And, he took the pain." Nile murmured.
"It was at the time that we barely anything and Kyoya would do any job to make sure I stayed alive." Kakeru said, in his brother's defense.
"Still, I can't imagine what else he went through." Platina murmured, her heart lurching.
"The armband that covers his left upper arm- it hides a scar that goes all the way around his arm." Kakeru said, "He also got that from Eliot."
Platina and Nile stared at Kakeru, asking in sync, "What else?"
"Scars from beatings on his back. From an assortment of weapons- pistol whips, whip lashes, knives..." Kakeru trailed off.
Platina frowned, "I'm glad you told me that, Kakeru. Now I know what to expect."
"Just don't do anything stupid or where Kyoya can't protect you." Kakeru warned, "You're exactly Eliot's choice of victim, when it comes to his pleasure."
"Please. I'm a trained CIA agent, ex- sniper. I think I can handle myself." Platina tossed her head.
She had no idea how much karma would come back around to seek it's revenge on her.
Bao sighed as he walked through the hallways of the hospital. It was Saturday morning, and Bao had gotten a few days worth of rest, and was currently coming in to see Christina.
He still couldn't believe she didn't know him...
Bao came to a stop outside of Christina's room, inhaled heavily, and entered the room-
Only to get the biggest shock of his life.
"Oh... I hope you don't have a death wish." Bao hissed, seeing the brunette in the chair next to Christina's bed.
Jigoku Ji smirked at Bao, "As a matter of fact, I do." He laughed a little, "I knew it was just a matter of time before you showed up."
The laugh caused Christina to stir in her drug induced sleep. Bao held his breath, glaring at Jigoku as he watched with hunger in his eyes as Christina woke up. When the blonde opened her eyes, pure terror filled them.
"J- Jigoku! What are you doing here?" Christina sounded horrified, "I'm sorry I didn't call you! T- The nurses! They drugged me!"
Bao growled low in the back of his throat as Jigoku stroked Christina's arm. Christina flinched.
"Hush, sweetheart. We'll talk about it later." Jigoku said in a sickly sweet voice. Bao could only assume 'talk' meant 'beat the hell out of Christina'. The thought made Bao growl louder.
"Right now, we have a guest." Jigoku said, and smirked victoriously at Bao.
"Guest?!" Bao's voice was dripping with venom, "I'm her husband, you son of a bitch!"
"No, I am-" Jigoku started.
"You kidnapped, nearly beat Christina to death, drugged her, raped her, brainwashed her- and you have the nerve to call yourself a husband?!" Bao snarled, voice low.
"Now, I would never do such a thing to my wife! Would I Christina?" Jigoku had the nerve to ask the blonde.
Christina swallowed thickly, and said in a shockingly firm voice, "No... he wouldn't."
Bao scowled, "Fine. If you won't tell me, I'll go call your brother, have him come here."
Christina panicked, "No! Don't call Chris! Please, don't!"
"Yes, Agent, don't." Jigoku was standing.
"Sorry." Bao said, firmly, "But I've made my mind up."
With that, Bao stepped just outside of the room, and pulled his phone out, dialing Chris' number.
Bao was leaning against the doorframe of Christina's room, smirking at a glaring Jigoku when Chris- with Nefertiti- arrived. Chris, and Bao had to give it to him, was pretty good at reigning his anger in when he saw Jigoku.
"Christina!" Chris rushed straight for his sister, embracing her in a bone crushing hug, "I'm so glad to see you're okay!"
"Yes, now that you have, I'm sure you can go now, Agent Cadelle." Jigoku said, harshly.
Chris released his sister and sent Jigoku a steely eyed glare, "I want you out of here."
"Excuse me? I'm her husband! I've got every right to be here-"
"Jigoku." The brunette froze at a rumbling voice resounded through the room, "Out. Now."
Bao smirked as Jigoku looked at Aguma, who was giving his brother a glare that would make even Kuro cringe. Bao couldn't help but snort in amusement at the terror on Jigoku's face.
"B- Brother!" Jigoku stammered, "W- What are you doing here?"
"Out. Now. Unless you want me to arrest you and drag you out." Aguma growled.
"But-" Jigoku started, and that's all it took. Aguma strode into the room, and both Bao and Chris shared a smirk as the older brunette grabbed Jigoku roughly by the upper arm and began reading him his Miranda Rights, while putting his cuffs on him.
As they passed by Bao, the redhead grabbed his brother in law's arm, whispering, "I know you're angry for what he did to Kuro, but try not to kill him."
Aguma grunted, "No promises."
And then he was gone.
Saturday night, Kyoya thought as he drove his car to the warehouse on the far end of town, where they were most run down. Next to him, in the passenger seat, Platina sat calmly.
Kyoya had to hand it to her, she knew how to go undercover. She was currently in a dark purple halter top and black leather jacket. She wore black skinny jeans with metallic colored silver and pink belts criss crossed over her hips. She wore her pink combat boots, and she was just finishing putting on the last of her lipstick in the sunvisor's mirror as Kyoya drove up to the address he had managed to get from Eliot, when he had called the other man for a supposed job.
As they stepped out of Kyoya's mustang, Platina ran a hand through her pink hair a couple of times, fluffing it up.
"Remember, follow my lead." Kyoya muttered to her.
"I know." Platina said, and Kyoya caught her looking him over.
In order to make it look like he was doing well in the underground world, but not so much that he was outdoing everyone that would be here, Kyoya had gone for green shirt under a black leather jacket. He wore a Rolex watch, that had a secret button he could push when things got bad and he couldn't call in for backup.
It was an emergency beakon, Nile had explained.
Kyoya also wore black jeans and black combat boots. He had two knives hidden in each boot, as extra protection.
"What do you see?" Kyoya asked conversationally as he leaned against his car.
"Four snipers trained on us." Platina murmured back, standing next to him, "So who are we waiting on?"
"The head of the gun running. An old friend of mine, Eliot Monroe." Kyoya could feel his shoulders tense at the very mention of the name.
As if he had heard his name, from the warehouse in front of the duo, the doors opened, and a voice called, "Ah, Kyoya! Good to see you again! How have you been?"
Kyoya's blue eyes locked with green ones, "Fine, I guess. As well as one can be, evading cops and and raids and all sorts of stuff."
The blonde man in front of Kyoya wasn't looking at Kyoya, but Platina. Even so, he answered Kyoya's remark, "So I see... But I also see that it must've paid off if you've got such a lovely little thing with you."
Platina raised an eyebrow, and Kyoya tensed, praying she wasn't about to do what he thought-
"If you think you can get me in bed with you, think again, pal. I'm Kyoya's, not yours." Platina snapped.
"Platina!" Kyoya snapped at her, and he glanced at Eliot, who had a strange look in his eyes. Great. He was already fantasizing about his partner, "Hold on a minute, while I talk to her, Eliot."
"Of course..." Eliot murmured, distractedly.
Kyoya grabbed Platina's arm and drug her away a few feet, before whipping on her, and hissing, "What are you doing?! You have any idea what type of position you're putting yourself in?!"
"You're the one who gave me the bastard's file to read!" Platina growled back.
"You read it?!" Kyoya sounded mortified, "I only wanted you to deliver the thing! I didn't actually want you to read it!"
"Well you should've said that!"
"I did!" Kyoya rubbed his index finger and thumb over his eyelids, moving them to pinch the bridge of his nose, "Okay, so you know he's wanted for rape, right? You're exactly his type!"
"Kakeru said that..." Platina frowned. Kyoya felt all color drain from his face.
"What else did he say?" Kyoya growled.
"Why you fear Eliot so much. All of your scars."
Kyoya swallowed thickly, before sighing, "Platina, please. Just stay quiet and follow my lead. I don't want anything to happen to you. Dynamis would kill me otherwise."
"I didn't know you cared so much." Platina said, her voice concerned and shocked.
"Well, I do. You're my partner, and no one could replace how well you know me." Kyoya replied, "Besides, I don't really want Dynamis out for my head."
"Kyoya!" Eliot called, "You done with your girl yet?"
Kyoya blinked, "Yeah! Sorry about that! She won't snap at you again!" He turned and glared at Platina, "Will you?"
Platina opened to say, no she would in fact not, but Eliot's next words had her scowling.
"Oh, let her! I like a girl with a little fire in her!"
Platina glared at Kyoya, deadpanning, "You know he's asking for it, right?"
Kyoya didn't say anything. He just sent Platina a deadly glare.
Platina stuck close to Kyoya after that, sending Eliot a glare everytime he even so much as glanced at her.
By the end of the night, Platina felt very pleased with herself. She had managed to keep a low profile as Kyoya had ordered, but still managed to get a jibe here and there at Eliot.
She had to admit, as time went on, she herself could see just how much the blonde was trying to keep from attacking and/ or jumping her.
It was actually a little scary.
Platina sighed for what felt the hundreth time as she impatiently for Kyoya to finish talking to Eliot. Looking out the car window, she could see, from the way Kyoya tapped his foot, or kept pushing his bangs out of his eyes, he didn't want to be anywhere near Eliot.
Finally, the blonde hitman waved Kyoya off, and Platina watched as her partner forced himself not to run back to his car.
Once Kyoya was behind the driver's seat, he let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. He started the car, and drove away.
"Well?" Platina asked.
"We need to be back at nine tomorrow night." Kyoya said, a little more harshly than he meant to.
"Are you okay?" Platina asked her friend.
"I'm fine." Kyoya snapped.
"You're not acting like it."
"Well, I am fine."
"No, you're not. Kyoya, please, talk to me. I'm your friend. You're partner. And besides, I'm supposed to keep you safe if things go wrong."
Kyoya sighed, "Platina. Please. Not now. I'm tired, and I want to sleep. I'll tell you tomorrow, I promise."
But no matter how much Kyoya promised, Platina doubted he'd actually tell her.