Letters Of Black

By: Atsureki

Disclaimers : Wiess ain't mine! But the crappy rhymes are!!! *waves owner flag*

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 some stuff is a bit diffrent but should still be familier. Pasts have been change to fit the story though.

Chapter 7. White Eyes

Ken let the warm water soak his hair and leaned against the wall. He was known to be hot-headed which meant that sometimes he rushed into things without thinking about the consequences. What had just happened in the living-room was one of those times.

Sighing deeply the brunette closed his eyes. Things were going to get awkward now he knew it and he didn't want them to. The first few moments after having sex with someone for the first time usually determend what was going to happen next and he had just walked away without a word. Some part of him had just wanted to get away before Ran had had a chance to reject him.

Ken sighed again. He didn't want it to be something that happened just once and it most certainly hadn't been a mistake, at least not on his part. The redhead made him feel safe, something he hadn't felt for so long. But falling into sex did not exactly qualify as a good start to a relationship and besides, who had ever said that Ran wanted that? Maybe it was a mistake after all?

With a low whimper Ken sank down on the floor and started crying. He just wanted a way out, a chance to forget his past and everything else that constantly fucked up his life. He wanted to be loved. Once he had thought he really was truely loved but Kase had wrecked that image, run over Ken's heart like a damn bulldozer.

The brunette wrapped his arms around himself and sobbed. Who was he to ask for love anyway? He didn't deserve to be loved, to be happy. His hands were stained in blood and he couldn't even remember the action that had soaked them in the red liquid of life.

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Ran stiffly sat on the couch and twisted his hands. He had pulled on his clothes again but other than that he hadn't really moved. The whole room still smelled of sex and he was lost in thoughts. Where would things go from there? He didn't know and it wasn't really up to him, was it?

Ken hadn't expressed any desire to start a relationship and neither had the redhead for that matter. They had shared a moment of lust and sex, nothing more, nothing less. And Ken's manager had told him about the countless women the brunette picked up at bars.

Did that mean that Ran was just another name on the list? No, he didn't think so. Ken had been sober and the redhead wasn't someone he would never meet again. So what was it then? An easy fuck to distract the brunette from his fears? Ran winced at that. He wanted more and that included more than just another chance to be inside of Ken.

"Kuso!" he cursed quietly to himself. He should have stopped the brunette but he hadn't wanted to, probably wouldn't have been able to even if he had wanted to. Sighing deeply he rose from the couch and started pacing.

What do I do now? Ran asked himself. The only thing he could do was play along. If Ken wanted to act like nothing had happened he would do the same. With little effort he let his cold bland mask slide into place.

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Ken jogged down the street with long relaxed strides. He knew Ran was somewhere behind him but he didn't really care, at least he tried not to. They hadn't said a word to each other since they had fallen into sex earlier that day. The redhead was colder than ever and Ken didn't know what to say.

Huffing to himself he turned around a corner headed back home again. It was Sunday so the streets were almost empty, most people were at home but the brunette would rather be anywhere else than home. The shear sight of his living-room made him feel horrible, not because of what had happened there but because he wanted it again. Sighing deeply Ken stopped outside his building and stretched.

In the corner of his eyes he saw Ran scanning the area with that bland look on his face. Without bothering to tell the redhead he walked inside. He checked the mailbox, even though he knew he wouldn't find anything there, while he threw glances over his shoulder to see if Fujimiya followed.

His eyes caught something black in the dark box. It was another one of those damn envelopes but this one hadn't gone through the mail, there was no stamp on it. Shakingly he picked it up and stared at it.

"But it's not Saturday," he sighed rubbed his sweaty face.

"Another one?" Ran's deep bland voice asked. Ken just shoved the envelope in his bodyguard's hands and left. The stairs seemed to be never-ending as he dragged himself up. When he finally reached his floor his gaze landed on the door.

Drawn on it with white paint were two eyes, staring at him like they were real. With a low whimper the brunette sank down on the cold floor.

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Ran frowned at the envelope and hurried after his client. Ken's harasser was picking up the pace and that was not a good thing. It was never a good thing when psycho's changed their patterns. When he reached the third floor he found Ken sitting on the floor, crying.

Confused Ran looked around and frowned deeply when he saw the door. Two big completely white eyes stared at him. The redhead put away the letter and kneeled beside his client.

"Ken?" he asked as softly as he could.

"You might as well leave," the brunette sobbed. "It doesn't matter what you do, he's gonna kill me anyways."

"We'll see about that!" Ran stated harshly and dragged Ken to his feet. "Let's go inside." The brunette didn't help but then he didn't struggle either as Ran more or less carried him inside the apartment. They were greeted with a pair of shocked blue eyes.

"Ran-kun?" The redhead frowned at Omi.

"What are you still doing here?" The petit blonde looked at Ken and then back at Ran.

"Um well I think we need to talk."

"Who's the kid?" Ken muttered and scowled.

"He's a friend," Ran answered calmly.

"Great so now you let anyone into my place?" the brunette snorted and pushed himself away from the redhead. "By all means invite all your friends! It's not like I fucking live here or anything!"

"Hidaka!" Ran's hard and cold voice stopped Ken. "He's a PI, I've asked him to sweep the apartment for bugs."

"I'm sorry Hidaka-san," Omi said carefully and set his huge blue eyes on Ken. "I didn't mean to interfere with your privacy.

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Ken stared at the little blonde and couldn't help but to smile a little. That kid wasn't the reason he was upset and it was wrong to take it out on him.

"It's okay. Please call me Ken," the brunette said and extended his hand.

"Nice to meet you Ken-san, I'm Omi," the blonde smiled and shook hands with him. "I've found out how your hm harasser manages to move in and out of your apartment so easily. The brunette glanced at Ran who had his hard eyes set on the blonde kid.

"Omi do you have a camera with you?"

"Hai?"

"I need you to take a photo of the front door," Ran muttered and lead Omi to the painting on the outside.

"I don't like this at all Ran-kun," the small blonde frowned and took a few pictures. "We still have no clues of who this person is."

"I know," the redhead growled and they came back inside. "Is Yoji still out there?"

"I talked to him 15 minutes ago or so, he wants to talk to you too."

"Okay, let's get him up here then." Ken stared in confusion. Who was Yoji and what were they doing there? Ran had said Omi was a PI but he barely looked old enough to be out of school.

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Ran gritted his teeth. The mess was just snowballing out of proportion right before his eyes. He glanced at Ken and sighed. The brunette looked beaten and very unhappy, much like Ran felt inside. How was he suppose to protect Ken correctly when he had so many feelings towards him? Was it love? Lust?

Ran growling inside. He was confused and he hated being confused just as he hated everything at the moment. Since they were waiting for Yoji to show up the redhead pulled out the black envelope and opened it.

"You got another one?" Omi asked quietly.

"Aa," Ran answered callously and pulled out the photo. Cursing loudly the redhead stared at it. It had been taken while he and Ken had sex on the couch. Fuck, fuck, fuck, he chanted in his head. This was going to be so great to show Omi and Yoji. Angry and a bit embarrassed Ran looked at the writing underneath the picture.

"His hair is red, your memories are blue
Run Kenken, run, I'm coming for you"

The redhead gritted his teeth again. This person seriously had way too much sparetime on his hands. With a defeated sigh he looked on the backside of the photo.

"So you haven't stopped fucking around
For you love is nowhere to be found
Now get rid off that bodyguard of yours
If you don't, I'll remove him by force!
Hear a whisper from the past
You can't run away, you're not that fast
You have a debt that won't go away
Trust me Kenken I'm gonna make you pay"

Why ask Ken to run if his harasser was so sure the brunette couldn't escape? It didn't make any sense but then again neither did any of the other stuff they had gotten. It sure looked like the Omae wo korosu-threat (I will kill you-threat) had been aimed at him rather than at Ken. A tanned hand took the picture from him.

"Ken I don't think…" Hard brown eyes interrupted Ran.

"I told you he was here, didn't I?!" Ken snapped and threw the picture on the table after having read the message. Omi frowned and picked it up. His cheeks went crimson as he stared at the photo. Great, Ran muttered inside, there went the last shred of innocence Omi had left.

"You might want to lock the door next time." The redhead glanced over his shoulder at Yoji.

"Omi said you wanted to talk to me."

"I do. Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Yoji," the lanky blonde said to Ken who just glared at him.

"Like I give a fuck!" the brunette snarled and left the living-room.

"Um what's wrong with him?" Ran leaned back and closed his eyes. I'm what's wrong with him, he sighed to himself. A low whistle informed him that the taller blonde had seen the photo. "Woa you work fast Fujimiya."

"Shut up Yoji!" Ran snapped and set his cold eyes at the tall man.

"Ran-kun was right, the only place where I found bugs were in Ken-san's bedroom," Omi interrupted his two friends. "But that's not all I found in there."

"What do you mean?" the redhead asked and frowned.

"Come with me." Ran and Yoji followed the petit blonde into Ken's bedroom and were joined by a very kranky brunette.

"Why are you all staring at my bedroom?" Ken asked and scowled at the three men as he made sure not to look at the blood that still painted the walls in red.

"You didn't know about this did you?" Omi asked as he pointed to a heavy-looking bookcase.

"Know about this? What this? That bookcase is bolted to the wall, it came with the apartment," Ken frowned with annoyance.

"It's not bolted to the wall," Omi objected and stuck his hand between two of the shelves. A very, very low click was heard and then the little blonde swung the bookcase open as if it was a door.

"Damn!" Ran glared at Yoji and shook his head.

"So that's how he moves in and out," he muttered. "Where does it lead?"

"To the apartment next door," Omi answered and stepped behind the bookcase. "These two apartments were connected at some time and this is where the door used to be."

"How did you find it?" Ran asked and looked at the hole in the wall. Omi came back into view and pointed at the carpet where a trail of blood lead up to the bookcase.

"It just vanished so I started checking more carefully." They all entered the neighbouring apartment. The place was empty and dark.

"That psycho has been my neighbour," Ken sighed and leaned against the wall.

"If you check the angle from where the picture of Ran-kun standing beside Ken-san's bed was taken you'll see that it was from here." The redhead rubbed his temples.

"Okay so we need to find out who's renting this apartment."

"I think I know," Yoji muttered. "I have only seen one person walking in and out from this building that it can be."

"Let me guess," Ken said quietly. "A tall man all dressed in black, not showing his face."

"Hai, eh how did you know that?"

"Because I've been trying to tell my damn bodyguard that that's who he is!" Ken exclaimed and walked back into his own apartment. Ran winced at that.

"Why is he so pissy?" the lanky blonde wondered and lit a smoke.

"Shut up Kudou! And don't smoke in here!" Ran spat out and went after his client.

~TBC~

One mystery solved ne? Um I don't have much to say about this chapter… I'm working on the next so stay tuned. Ja/Atsureki