Letters Of Black
By: Atsureki
Disclaimers : Wiess ain't mine! But the bad rhymes are *ha!* Finally something I own
Warnings : AU, Yaoi, OCC, angst, druguse, blood and stuff.
Notes : Stuff written in Italic are thoughts, the little voice you sometimes hear in your head, letters, lyrics, rhymes.
This is AU so pasts and stuff is a bit diffrent but familier. I try to keep them IC even when it comes to their past but somethings are changed to fit the story.
Chapter 2. Black Rhymes
Ken picked up the ball and wiped the sweat from his forehead. For almost a week he had been working around the clock to get himself back into shape. His doctor had complained loudly since his hand wasn't healed and his back wasn't really up to the hard work-outs but the brunette didn't care.
He hadn't been near anything containing alcohol since the attack and his life had settled back to normal food and exercise but the morphine-addiction was still there. With his back the way it was he didn't have much choice but to continue driving needles into his back a few times every day.
Ken wiped his face again and turned around to glance at his constant shadow. Fujimiya was a cold, emotionless bastard but he was good at his job. Most of the time Ken didn't even know he was there.
At first he hadn't understood the whole deal with having a bodyguard. Fujimiya never left his side and at night he slept in the guestroom or at least stayed there, the brunette didn't really think his bodyguard ever slept at all.
"I'm going home now," he said to the redhead who hadn't move a muscle in hours.
"Hn," was the only answer he got. Fujimiya was like that, he didn't say much and he was never friendly. Ken rolled his eyes and headed away from the field with the redhead behind him. Sometimes he wondered if the only thing that made Fujimiya a good bodyguard was the fact that he looked so damn scary and cold. He had never seen the redhead with a weapon.
Sighing to himself the brunette walked into the locker-room and sank down. His back was seriously fucked up. With a low growl he opened his little bag and started filling up a syringe. He was almost out of morphine.
"Kuso," he muttered and tapped away a few air bubbles.
"What is that!" the redhead asked harshly and grabbed the syringe from him.
"Hey! Give that back Fujimiya!" Ken objected and frowned.
"What is it?"
"It's morphine okay? Now hand it over, I need it." The bodyguard gave him a condecending look and placed the filled syringe back into the brunette's shaky hands. With a glare at Fujimiya, Ken pulled up his shirt and carelessly shoved the needle into his back.
"How long have you been on that?" The question surprised Ken who turned around and tilted his head slightly.
"About a year or so. I was in an accident two years ago," he answered and winced at the painful memories. "My lo… best friend tried to kill me."
"Hn."
"You have a very limited vocabulary don't you?" A red eyebrow was raised but he got no reply. Ken shook his head and started pulling off his sweaty clothes. Why had he almost told Fujimiya about Kase? Ken chewed on his lip and headed for the showers. Kase was a part of his past that he never discussed with anyone.
He sighed and turned on the water. The morphine was kicking in and the pain faded to a mild ache. Sooner or later he was going to have to do something about his back but he was scared of what the doctors might find. Besides, it wasn't unusual that athletes used drugs to keep injuries in check. Completely nude the brunette strolled out from the showers and froze when he saw his bodyguard eyeing him.
"What are you staring at?" Fujimiya almost winced at that and for a brief moment Ken could have sworn he saw a blush on the redhead's face. He quickly grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist.
So his bodyguard was checking him out? Well he had been checked out by worse looking men than him. Ken smiled a little to himself. Fujimiya was handsome, no that wasn't true. The redhead was beautiful, flawless. Annoyed at himself the brunette shook his head.
Stop it! he spat out to himself. You are so not finding that damn Icicle attractive! His mind chuckled and ignored him as usual. But he is rather interesting, is he not? it asked. Ken chose not to answer. He had enough problems as it was. After having put on clean and dry clothes he put his things into his sportsbag and reached for his sweater.
"Ready?" Ken nodded to the redhead.
"Let's pick up something to eat on the way home." Fujimiya didn't seem to eat anymore than he slept.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
With his hands filled with boxes of food Ken stopped in the lobby of his building.
"Could you take these? I have to grab the mail." Pale hands took the boxes and the redhead stepped back. Humming softly to himself Ken unlocked his mailbox and pulled out a pile of letters. He started walking towards the stairs as he flipped through them but stopped dead in his tracks when his brown eyes landed on a black envelope. "Another one," he sighed deeply.
"Another what?" Fujimiya's deep smooth voice asked. Without answering Ken handed his bodyguard the letter. "Let's go upstairs." The brunette nodded and took on the stairs. He had forgotten that it was Saturday. Having the redhead with him all the time made him feel safe and that was probably why he had forgotten about the letters.
He unlocked the door to his apartment and went inside. Fujimiya followed him and closed the door behind them, locking it with a click. Ken freed him from the boxes of food and walked into the kitchen.
"Would you mind opening it?" the brunette asked and shuddered.
"Not at all," Fujimiya answered blandly and sat down. His slender fingers opened the envelope and pulled out a photo.
"What is it this time?" Ken asked so quietly he wasn't sure the redhead heard him. The photo was held up before him. It was of his own nose and a little of the rest of his face. "What does it say?"
"You can't smell me, but I can smell you." Fujimiya read out loud in english. "And there's a rhyme on the back of it."
"A rhyme? Are you sure it isn't lyrics to a song?" Amethyst eyes gave him a flat look.
"I'm sure." The redhead handed him the picture.
"One, two, I'm coming for you!
Three, four, better lock your door!
Five, six, you're in a tight fix!
Seven, eight, I won't let you wait!
Nine, ten, Ran can't save Ken!"
"Fuck! This person is nuts," Ken groaned and shivered. "And who is this Ran? I don't know any Ran." The brunette sank down on a chair and rubbed his head. This was getting scary.
"That's me."
"Nani?"
"I'm Ran." Ken stared. The redhead had never told him his first name and he had never asked.
"How does this psycho know about you and your name?" he asked a little shocked at how tired his voice sounded even in his own ears.
"Hn."
"That is really annoying do you know that?" Ken snapped.
"Aa." The brunette gritted his teeth. Damn it was pissing him off to only hear hn or aa from Fujimiya.
"Ran could you please answer with a real word?!" Deadly amethyst eye bore into his.
"I could… Ken," came the cold answer.
"Why thank you so much," Ken huffed with sarcasm.
"There's something more in here." Brown eyes narrowed. There had never been anything else inside the envelopes. Ran pulled out another photo and got a very strange look on his face.
"What is it?" Ken didn't like how pale the redhead had gotten. An almost trembling hand handed him the new picture. It was of the brunette's bedroom at night. A pale ray from the moon lit up the otherwise dark room and showed Ran standing just beside the bed where Ken was sleeping.
He's watching me when I sleep? Ken asked himself and wasn't thinking about the crazy bastard who had sent the pictures. Shocked he flipped the photo over and read the rhyme written in thick black letters on the back.
"At night as well as day
Even in the moon's ray
You wonder if you may
Would it be okay?
A price to pay
A man to slay
Come Kitten, come play"
"This isn't some common sicko," Ran said after a long time of complete silence. "He knows too much."
"Too much about what?" Ken asked and looked up.
"It's not just a coincidence that he refers to me as kitten."
"Kitten? I don't understand." Ran's amethyst eyes met Ken's brown and for a moment the bland mask slipped.
"He knows about my past."
TBC?
If you like horror-movies you might recognize the first rhyme *hehe* If so yes I got inspired by the one from A nightmare on Elmstreet.
Dunno if you noticed but the photos and the writings on them have gone through the five senses. I wonder who it is who sends them… *hmm* Any ideas???
As always reviews makes me write quicker *hint hint, nudge nudge* Ja/Atsureki