The place where everyone meets.
KISHIDOU
. .
When Onodera awakened to his sane consciousness, his eyes as if moving on its own searched for where the sound was coming from. He needed to see a clock, a watch, anything.
He moved out of the pink sheeted bed and grabbed the small alarm clock on the table. 11:35.
Hands shaking, chest constricting, he slowly placed the alarm clock down. He felt his hair on his back rising. "Why? Another deduction to my time…from 11:20…now it's 11:35…God…I don't want to disappear."
The night at Kishidou Red District, 250 miles away from Nishijima, was bright, loud and shameless. Takano thought that two men staying at some cheap motel was a good hiding tactic. After all, hetero and homosexual prostitution was rampant. Who would dare stick their noses into their business? That was what he thought. At least for now.
He sniffed the cigarette infused night air before finally going inside a convenience store. Takano left the sleeping Onodera in D-state after getting tired from crying yet again. He made sure their room was locked. It has been almost three days and their stock of food was all gone. He needed to get more stuff, but he didn't dare go out when the sun was still visible. And so that left him totally cut-off from what was going on outside the four corners of the lust-filled room.
"Welcome!" the cashier wearing the convenience store cap greeted as Takano stepped inside.
Takano just nodded and started doing his shopping. He finished grabbing cup noodles, canned goods and bottled water and went to the cashier. The lively worker was humming as he did his job.
A magazine with an umbrella for a cover caught his eye. "Will this make Ritsu in D-state calm down during his tantrums?" He asked himself and gave it to the humming cashier.
Before he could take money from his wallet, the headline on a newspaper caught his eyes. Feeling uneasy, he grabbed it and stared at it. "Nishijima Mental Institute into Ashes: One Survivor"
Is this why no one was answering when I tried to call…?
The cashier noticed the pale face of his customer. "Ah—it's really tragic isn't it? It's been the talk of Japan actually. And the sole survivor wouldn't speak up."
With cold sweat forming in his forehead, he smiled forcefully and nodded. "I would like to buy this too."
Takano hurriedly walked back to the cheap motel they were staying in.
The cashier stared at Takano's hurried movements and hooted. With face beaming with pride, he tipped his cap and glanced at the CCTV grinning.
"See Chief, my informant was right!" Leon exclaimed.
"What a brat." Kirishima Zen muttered. "Fine, fine, you're great." He praised the newbie through the mic, transmitting it to the earphones in Leon's ear.
The man who was awake for almost 72 hours now rested his back on his swivel chair. There were a lot of monitors in front of him but the biggest one was focused on the news about Nishijima Institute's Sole Survivor. Yokozawa Takafumi.
The news flashed Yokozawa's house, his dead-like face when he was carried into an ambulance and even Yokozawa's pictures when the man was still in high school. The news said that the "Sole Survivor" didn't want to say anything about the issue. A curious look in Kirishima's eyes burned through the monitors.
"So Chief…when are we going to move in?" Leon asked still pretending as a convenience store worker.
The man sitting not far from Kirishima slammed his hand on the table. "Oi, Greenhorned jerk, don't act so excited and be more respectful to your superior!"
"Che-" Leon pouted like a child. It was an understatement to say he idolized Kirishima Zen. He worshipped him.
Kirishima pushed some buttons and the recorded face of Takano while doing his shopping replayed.
"So he was the one who took Akihiko's prey?"
"I heard boss that the mental patient has some photographic memory. Apparently that guy browsed to the documents and results for the research they're doing that that guy and some Haitani Shin destroyed 3 years ago. And since Mr. Akihiko wanted to revive the research, the information stuck inside the insane man's brains is invaluable. "
Kirishima pressed another few buttons and Onodera Ritsu's face appeared. "This guy? He looks…funny."
"Joe, get more information about what happened three years ago."
With no questions asked, the hacker of the Squad B silently sniffed inside G&C's databank.
Kirishima Zen wasn't the type to involve his self to their missions. However, this specific mission interests him very much. The people involved and everything like a side of a magnet pulling him, drawing him closer.
Takano slowly opened the door into their room. When he reached their motel it was already 11:40. As much as he wanted to move and see Onodera as soon as he left the convenience store, he took a while to read the newspaper before throwing it away. He reread it countless of times, unable to process the death of his co-workers and his former patients. He knew everything was connected with Onodera. The seriousness of the situation turning for the worse. He didn't even know the face they're running from and it somehow made him really tired.
"Sorry, it took me a while. I have to buy some stuff." Takano started as he put down the stuff he bought. Only 20 minutes and he will be left alone with the irritating, handful, insanity states of Ritsu. However, no matter how annoying the D and H states were, he can't hate them altogether. It was because they were a part of the sane Ritsu he came to cherish. But due to their fight, he was a bit distant with the sane Onodera. He didn't know what to do now with his pent-up feelings and frustration.
Takano stopped in mid-air as he felt arms encircle his waist from behind. He stiffened thinking why the H-state was present instead of the sane Ritsu.
"Excuse me? Are you-"
"This is the person whom you had a fight the past three days." Onodera cut-off Takano and rested his cheek on the other man's back. "I'm sorry, I was being childish."
Takano didn't move. He decided for himself not to say anything about the burned Institute because he was sure, the sane Ritsu would really lose it. During the twenty minutes of reading the newspaper, more than the will of Miyagi Yo, it was now his will to save Onodera Ritsu from whoever it was.
He got a little hot as Onodera squeezed tighter. The ambiance of the room getting into him.
"You know, Ritsu, if you don't stop doing that, I might lose my self. The room is getting in on me."
Ritsu laughed a little. "What can you do in 15 minutes?"
Suddenly, Ritsu felt the floor disappear from under his feet as Takano swiftly carried him and pushed him down the king-sized bed.
"Don't dare me. I can do a hell of a lot of things in 15 minutes." Takano said in a low voice as he stared down the flustered Onodera he rarely get to see. How I really wish you get back to normal.
God, if you are listening…give me a miracle…Takano prayed inside his head. He can't imagine the last time he ever prayed, but that moment, was one of the sincerest prayers he ever mustered.
Ritsu smiled back at him cupping Takano's cheeks with his hands and reached for his lips.
"Show me." Ritsu said breaking Takano's cool.
However, instead of ravishing the pale flesh who so openly surrendered himself to him, he lied down and confined the man beside him in his arms.
Takano burying his face in Onodera's neck, "Nah-I am looking forward to the time you get back to normal. When that time comes, Ritsu…" Takano's voice faded as he planted small kisses on Ritsu's ear and hair.
Ritsu, cuddled inside Takano's arms as if wanting to be buried in that place forever, he encircled his hands around Takano's waist.
"Takano-san, do you really think I will still be cured?" Ritsu whispered.
Takano squeezed Ritsu harder as if breaking him. "You will. So promise me you will follow whatever I say. Miyagi doesn't want LSD to continue no matter what. We'll run to the ends of the world if we need to."
"Lame script from a novel…" Ritsu muttered fighting the urge to cry. He thought that everything that was happening to him was contrary to what Takano was hoping.
One of Takano's huge hands ruffled Ritsu's hair. "I know. I know. But I can't wait to spend the rest of my time, 24 hours with the real you."
Ritsu pulled back a little and stared at Takano's eyes. "Takano-san…can I have a request?"
"Hmm?"
"I thought I would like to have time for myself too. So, will you wait for me at 11:35 outside, instead of 11:20?"
Takano looked questioningly at Ritsu. It was an unusual request. Their set-up for the last couple of days was Ritsu taking the main room and Takano sleeping on the sofa outside. The sane Ritsu never failed to go out at 11:20 pm to meet with Takano.
"But it makes our time shorter."
"I would also want to think things through on my own you know." Ritsu pouted.
Takano sighed and grabbed Ritsu's face and buried it on his thundering chest. "Okay. If that is what you want."
The man being confined within strong arms shut his eyes tightly. "Thank you."
Clenching Takano's shirt, considering they might move to another place, Ritsu wondered for how long he can keep another time deduction in his sane state a secret.
The woman doctor's eyes were in disbelief as she watched her recovering patient wearing tight fitting shirt and denim pants get out of his room. The clothes delivered by his friend.
"Dr. Yokozawa, you are still in no perfect condition to move around. Where do you think you're going?"
Yokozawa glanced at the shocked woman across him and flicked his tongue.
"Isn't it obvious? I am going out of this hospital."
"Dr. Yokozawa, your wound hasn't healed yet!" Dr. Agata said incredulously.
Yokozawa's brow knitting in irritation, he heaved a sigh and walked towards her. He didn't want to get more attention than they already were getting from the nurses.
"Listen to me. I hate it that my face is being plastered all over Japan as if I am a celebrity. If I don't get out of here now, I don't think I will be able to as your security won't be able to keep up with the crazy mob of a media outside."
It was the woman's turn to look irritated. "Do you know what time it is? Freaking 11:45."
"It doesn't matter, I'll go wherever, far from Nishijima and everything."
The silence in the hallway was broken when one of the guards came running to the opposite direction yelling on his walkie-talkie.
"What? Someone from Tokyo 11 News was able to sneak in? Don't break the security in the main entrance! I'll look for the damned reporter!" He yelled passing Yokozawa and Dr. Agata.
Yokozawa smirked at Dr. Agata. "See?"
At a sigh of defeat, Dr. Agata looked at Yokozawa and walked ahead. "Follow me. I'll drive you out."
The red Volvo car stopped outside the Osoinai Bullet Train Station. Inside the car, Dr. Agata can't help but smile at Yokozawa's sling bag.
"So you're prepared."
"I always am."
"Where do you plan to go?" Agata asked.
"Dunno. Wherever. Just far from all the fuzz."
Yokozawa was about to go out the car but he stopped himself and looked at the smiling doctor in the driver's seat.
"Why'd you go as far as driving me out?"
The woman laughed. "Don't think I fell in love with you or something, okay? I mean…I feel like you are embarking into something dangerous. Like, you may be running, but I sense a shadow following you."
"What are you, a psychic by night?"
"Let's say, I have a blood in me."
"A psychic doctor? Are you joking?"
Dr. Agata smiled knowingly. "Dr. Yokozawa, the shadow following you will bring you confusion. You're running but magnetic force will pin you down."
Hearing the word confusion, Yokozawa grimaced a little. The face of the jerk, who stabbed him, but also seemed to be the one who saved him floated in the back of his mind. Somehow, it didn't sound so good in his ears.
"Yeah. Yeah. Thanks for the warning." And Yokozawa stepped out the car securing a bonnet and tightening his denim coat around him. He never wore those kinds of things. But for the sake of disappearing and blending, he requested for these clothes from his friend who visited.
The 24-hour bullet train station was not deserted, contrary to what Yokozawa was expecting. But he thought it was a good thing too. He headed to the automatic ticket booth machine and stared at the map above it. He didn't want to go at the end of the map but he wanted it far. Odaiba, Sapporo, Kishidou, Mito; Yokozawa was having a hard time.
"Baka—I have a meeting in Kishidou early in the morning that's why I am here in the train station. I'd go there and check in to some hotel and rest for a while-"
Yokozawa glanced at the man in sleek business suit yell over his phone.
"Kishidou, huh?" Yokozawa muttered to himself.
He then scanned the map above him one more time and inserted a paper bill and pressed the red button corresponding to Kishidou.
"No—more…no more…please…"
Usami Akihiko, his Usagi-san was nowhere to be found. He was now the beast engulfed with hatred. His hatred for his father from molesting him and his hatred for Misaki for sleeping with his father made him the fiend that he was. He resorted to reviving the LSD project, pursue Onodera Ritsu with the photographic memory and make everything in Misaki's life miserable.
Misaki looked back on his behind, tears he thought he already run out of stream down his face, a thread of saliva pouring down from the corners of his swollen mouth.
But as if his protests mean the opposite, the man ravishing him for the fourth time turned him over making him lie on his back, Usami Akihiko still slamming on him hard.
Misaki wanted to run away, he couldn't anymore bear the embarrassing sounds from skin meeting, from his insides and his unwilling moans.
"Ahh!" Misaki screamed as Usami Akihiko became rougher.
"No more? What are you saying, we just begun for the night. Be glad I even brought you here in Nishijima, Takahashi."
The mere sound of his last name from Usami Akihiko's mouth was enough to kill Misaki. He didn't know how many times he has to die. The animosity in Usami while violating him like that was the most piercing of all. Before, his Usagi-san would whisper "Misaki" in the sweetest way. And now, Takahashi, as if he was just someone he picked up from the streets.
"You hate me, Ahh-why do you keep …on doing this?" Misaki asked in between his sobs.
"Bodily urges?" The sweat covered man answered in a hoarse voice as he was nearing his climax.
Misaki darted his eyes on the high ceiling. He felt his entire body and his whole world being shaken meaningless.
"If you hate me and your father that much that you are doing all these inhuman things, just kill me Usami-san. End it all."
Usagi leaned over Misaki and wiped his tears away. "I can't do that."
The act of Usagi made the stifled sobs of Misaki finally fill in the huge room. The light touch, the piercing eyes, the cruel smile. A repeating cycle of nightmare from the man he really loves. How can he still love this beast?
"I can't do that. Yet Takahashi."
Chapter End Notes:
Even though I was the one wrote that scene…I still believe it was sweet of Takano to just do that. Hahaha
Go Yoko! Go! embark!
I pity Misaki…Usagi's hatred seeps down to his bones he's lost it. T_T
THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR READING AND GIVING POSITIVE
COMMENTS! THEY GIVE ME FUEL IN MY COLD NIGHTS…LOL
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-I cried again with Gintama…uwah T_T…the battle scene was awesome
it made me cry. LOL /^^