AN: Hey everyone, sorry about the wait but unlike the first two chapters, I had to write this one from scratch (kinda). Actually, part of this chapter was originally written in Yuki's POV so I did a lot of cutting and pasting and editing so it would sound more like Tohma. Hopefully it's good and I'm actually somewhat successful as a fanfic author.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed and told me how much you loved my story. All of your praise made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Thanks to my friend Kim for editing this story and actually pushing me to post it on FF.N. And finally, thanks to everyone who's actually reading this and didn't just skip down to find out what happens to Yuki.
Now, for some more warnings. If you have a problem with M/M sex, mentions of rape, blackmail, drugs, death, and bad things happening to Yuki, why are you watching Gravitation and how did you make it through the first two chapters? This chapter is…ummm… yea. You'll just have to read it to find out how inappropriate it is. This chapter, like the rest of the story, is rated M so I better not hear from any irate parents saying that I'm negatively influencing their kids.
This chapter is from Tohma's POV and begins right before Yuki called him asking for Hiro's address. I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue. I'm just borrowing characters for my own sick, twisted pleasures.
A Dish Best Served Cold
I sit at my desk in my office at N-G Records trying to finish up some necessary paperwork before finally heading home for the evening. Ever since getting back together with Nittle Grasper it seemed like I've had even less time for my job as president of this record label, not to mention that I've been neglecting my family.
I look up from the stack of papers in front of me to see my wife sitting across from me helping to go over the budget that my accounting staff has laid out. Other than Sakano-san, Mika is the only person in the world who will come to my aid at all hours of the night and help me make sure that my business runs smoothly. We have been sitting like this for hours but we're almost done. As tired as I am, I prefer to have everything important taken care of before I leave my office; either that or take my work home but lately that hasn't been working.
Mika notices me looking at her and lifts her head up and hands me the proposal that she has been looking over for that past twenty minutes. "Everything looks fine except for the fact that that crazy American needs his own separate account to manage all of the damages that he causes."
I just respond to her with a smile; it's true that K-san is a rather destructive manager but he's very good at what he does or else Ryuuichi and Shuichi would have driven several other managers insane. Also, part of that account is deducted from K-san's pay – I can't afford to take the brunt of all of his insane gun-slinging and explosive threats.
Mika just sighs and accepts that I know what I'm doing and I better understand the workings of my crazy employees because she just turns her attention to the clock sitting on the side of my desk. It's after 9pm and although it doesn't seem that late, it is considering the fact I usually get to work before 8am and I have the dual role of musician and company president. I know Mika wants to go now, having helped me for nearly two hours, so I'm about to stand and suggest that we leave but I am stopped by the ringing of my cell phone.
"Who's calling you Tohma?" My wife has always suspected me of cheating and is curious to know if my little slut bunny is on the other end. She's partially correct because the person calling me is none other than her little brother; he used to be a little slut but he was never mine.
"It's Eiri-san," I say to Mika before silencing the ring tone by answering the phone. "Moshi Mo…," my always pleasant voice comes from my end but is interrupted by my brother-in-law asking me the address of none other than his boyfriend's best friend. I'm surprised as to why he would need to know this information so late in the evening, especially since Shuichi should have been home hours ago.
"Ano… why do you need Nakano-san's address?" While I'm waiting for him to respond to my simple question I sit back down to navigate my computer and locate the address of my employee. Eiri-san gives me the excuse that he had an argument with his boyfriend and was trying to make up with the young boy. I honestly think that this is the worst lie that I have ever heard from my brother-in-law; he never apologizes and even if he did, he would never go out of his way to do so.
After finally locating the address of the guitarist I tell my obviously pissed of brother-in-law where he can find the redhead. I want to ask again what the real reason is for needing this information but I know that I will be told nothing so instead I remain quiet. Besides, even if I did want to pry into Eiri-san's current situation I would not have been able to because as soon as he confirms the address, I am promptly hung up on. It's not as if I'm not expecting it, so when I am greeted by silence I'm not at all hurt by it.
"Why did he need the address of his little boy toy's best friend," I hear my wife ask as I place my phone back securely in my pocket. Her guess is just as good as mine about the real motive behind this action but all I can do is tell her what her brother told me; he had a fight with Shindou-san and wants to go over there to apologize. Mika responds by giving me a look between confusion and distrust on my behalf; she knows Eiri-san as well as I do and that explanation is obviously a lie.
I don't know whether I should get up to leave again or remain here in my office in the event Eiri-san decides to tell me the truth and will actually need my help. I'm almost afraid that my little 'brother' is about to confront my two musicians about a possible love affair but I think Eiri-san would tell me if that were indeed the case; he tells me everything. Since I live in a suburb outside of Tokyo I don't want to have to leave and come back but at the same time remaining in this empty, lifeless building is not an option I enjoy.
"Could Shuichi be cheating on him with his friend?" my wife asks, adding voice to my own confused thoughts and speculations. But the more time I think about it, the less likely that option seems. Despite being obviously in a bad mood, he wasn't angry, hurt and homicidal enough to be heading over to Nakano-san's apartment for revenge.
"I honestly don't know," is the only response I give to my wife, however. I don't like ruling out any possibilities when it comes to Eiri-san, so I leave that theory about the pink-haired musician hang in the air, helping to suffocate us in the silence of my office. I just continue to sit at my desk and wait for my wife to make a suggestion about what our course of action should be. I grin at this thought because I know she wants nothing more than to go home but I don't want to risk having my employees assaulted by my younger brother-in-law.
Mika lets out a sigh when she notices I have yet to move from my seat. Instead, she eases her very pregnant frame out of the comfortable chair she's been occupying for the past few hours and makes her way over to me. I barely notice how close she is to me until she gently turns my face so that I am now staring into her eyes. After a few seconds of studying my worn features, she leans down and kisses me on the lips before heading towards to door.
"Call Eiri and the redhead in about an hour to make sure everyone's still breathing and not in jail. After that, come home." With that said, she leaves me alone in my office. Sometimes I love my wife for always being able to read my inner thoughts and feelings and still not hate me for it. Without anyone else to keep me company, all I can do is turn back to some work that I was going to deal with in the morning. I glance over at the clock again and hope that I won't nod off before I think it's a good time to call my brother-in-law back and make sure everything is fine. But knowing how much he dislikes talking to me unless he absolutely has to, it would probably be a better idea to just call Nakano-san later to verify he hasn't joined the ranks of the dead.
After a few seconds of hesitating, I turn my attention to the large stack of papers in front of me and start the grueling task of handling my responsibilities as the president of this fine company. Sometimes I amaze myself at being able to handle this workload and thank Buddha nightly for giving me the strength to be able to deal with this as well as Nittle Grasper. Well, at least I have Noriko-san to help me out with Grasper or else I would have died already from the pressure and stress, not to mention fatigue.
After what seems like an eternity of doing paperwork that I could no longer ignore, I once again hear my cell phone ring. The noise of the ring tone is unbearably loud in my empty office so I rush to silence the annoying sound. I'm surprised to see Eiri-san's name on the Caller ID and I know that now is me chance to find out what the hell is actually going on.
"Eiri-san, what's wrong? Did Shindou-san not accept your apology?" I say in my usual calm voice, faking concern because I know that his excuse held no truth and I am not going to waste my time on playing this game of 'Let's tell a bad lie to Tohma.'
"Look, I'm not in the mood. I just need some info on a certain little half-assed, wanna-be rock star turned rapist. He went after Shuichi again and this time I need to do something about it," is Eiri-san curt response and I feel as though the wind as just been knocked out of me. I thought I had ended everything with Aizawa but it seems as if I failed. Not that I failed to take care of a jealous star whose career I ended, but that I failed to keep my brother-in-law safe from that bastard. I can tell from the venom lacing his voice that he wants nothing more than to make the crazed ex-musician bleed and beg for his life.
"Eiri-san, please, let me take care of this." I am now pleading with the vengeful blond, not wanting him to have anymore blood on his hands all because of my mistakes and failures.
"Didn't you say that you would take care of it last time?" Eiri-san responds, anger and frustration laced with his voice like a sheet of ice. This comment sends chills throughout my body because he's right and I can't deny that. The first time Aizawa went after my 'brother' I swore that I would make sure the musician would not even dream of coming anywhere near those I hold dear to me. I had even sworn that I would kill my former employee for making threats towards the only person I loved more than anyone in the world. Of course, I love my wife, but not in the same way I love her little brother.
"Please, listen to me Eiri-san, I can…" I am cut off from my plea by Eiri-san hardened voice again asking whether or not I knew where he could find his target. I let out a small sigh and reach my hand into the bottom left hand drawer of my desk to look up any information I have regarding Aizawa. I make it an issue to take tabs on all the people I hate or who would even dare to cross me, keeping it on paper because computers can easily be hacked in to while paper can just as easily be shredded.
"If I give you his address will you promise me that you won't do anything too dangerous?" Although I know that there is no way that he will make me this promise, I will feel better knowing that I at least asked him. His only response to me is silence and I let out another sigh, this time noticeably louder, and I then read out the address that is written on the paper in front of me. "Be careful Eiri-san and call me when it's all over." With that said the other line goes dead and I know that my brother-in-law has just hung up on me.
I am now torn between telling my wife what is going on and just keeping this a secret between Eiri-san and myself so that this extra burden of her brother's pain won't add itself to Mika's already worried mind. I decide that secrecy is the best option as I get up from my desk and head out the door with Aizawa's address etched into my brain. Even though my brother-in-law won't let me take care of this for him, I will at least be there in case he needs me for anything.
It's a maddening slow journey from my office down to the parking lot which houses my car. I can't help but think that maybe I should go to Aizawa's apartment first to deal with the jealous man but I know that it would take me longer to get to his apartment than Eiri-san so there's no point in me trying. The fact that my 'brother' had a head start and drives like a madman doesn't help my chances either. So instead, as soon as I get inside my black Jaguar I try to start thinking of believable stories I can tell the police in case Eiri-san does become a suspect from Aizawa's murder. After a few seconds of this, I decide that unless I know how the man was killed I can't possibly make up anything to tell anyone. So, the only thing left for me to do is pull out of the dark, deserted structure and head towards the same area as the blond author.
When I do arrive at the soon-to-be murder scene, I notice the black foreign car that could only belong to the man who I worry about every day of my life. I would have never found it if I hadn't had the same idea of parking in as dark of an area as possible. I simply park my car directly behind Eiri-san's and wait. I have always been a patient man so sitting here for however long is not a problem for me.
Despite my patience, I become a little worried after I notice that Eiri-san hasn't come back after thirty minutes. I reach my hand into my pocket and pull out my cell phone, hoping that my brother-in-law will pick up his. After a few rings, I am greeted by Eiri-san's voice, but only through his voicemail message. I quickly hang up and try dialing the number again but I still reach his voicemail. Letting out a defeated sigh, I step out of my car and walk over to my brother-in-law's and once again call him. As I look into the partially tinted windows of his black sport's car, I see a small light illuminate from the front passenger-side – Eiri-san's cell phone.
I want to scream into the night to let out my frustration that I must continue this waiting game but I choose to remain quiet and figure out some other course of action. I turn my attention once again to the apartment building the houses my former employee and wonder what could possibly be going on in that ominous structure.
After standing in the shadows for a few more minutes I notice a tattered, old car pull up in front of the building that should by now be crime scene. From that car a rough looking man with shoulder length black hair pulled back in a ponytail steps out and heads into the structure before him. I get an uncomfortable felling in the pit of my stomach which only works to increase my anxiety about Eiri-san's safety. It's not as if I usually have these feelings when I see random people but rather that I recognize that man. After Aizawa's first "encounter" with Shindou-san, I did some searching on exactly who could have attacked him. I would have gone after the men, but seeing as how they were nothing more than hired thugs and I don't particularly care for the pink-haired singer, neither attacker died at my hands. However, standing here outside the home of the man who hired those thugs and seeing one of them enter as if ready to follow Aizawa's lead once more I know Eiri-san could be in danger.
Despite my resolve and determination to never let anyone do anything to my beloved brother-in-law, I am in no condition to do anything. If Aizawa was able to defeat Eiri-san or at least be able to call for assistance, there's no way I'd be able to stand a chance against the former singer. The only thing left for me to do is call for assistance.
I was not surprised at all to hear an excited voice when I called K-san and asked him to meet me and be prepared for anything. I don't think I have ever worked so closely with anyone who would be so happy to hear that they were needed to help me possibly kill someone; but then again, I have never worked with anyone like Claude "K" Winchester.
I tell the American only as much as I think he needs to know about the situation and tell him to get here as quickly as possible. I think I reminded him a few dozen times to remain as inconspicuous as possible and that this was more like a assassination than a murder spree – get in, get out, and leave no witnesses. I don't mention that the soon-to-be victim is Aizawa nor do I mention why Eiri-san came here in the first place. Luckily, K-san never asks questions but only tells me that he'll be here shortly.
After waiting for nearly another thirty minutes I am reminded why I used to hate working with Americans sometimes; they are late and take their time when they should be in a hurry. When I had called K-san, I was sure that he'd be here in a few minutes so I didn't even bother to re-enter my car so I have been pacing around this dark, shadowy area the whole time. Luckily, no one was around to see me because I definitely stand out and look as if I don't belong here.
I have to restrain myself when I do receive a call from the blond manager asking where I'm parked so he can join me. After I tell him my exact location, it's only a matter of seconds before I see K-san pull up behind my car and step out of the red, domestic vehicle. He's wearing a long black trench coat and none of his guns are visible. His hair is pulled back in its usual ponytail and he's wearing black combat boots. His expression is serious when he finally asks what I plan on doing. I turn away from him and begin walking towards the apartment and say nothing. My steps are quick and hurried as I try to get to where Aizawa lives as quickly as possible.
After what seems like an eternity, we enter the building and make our way up to the top floor where my former employee dwells. K-san and I are both quiet as we make this journey, which does nothing but increase my anxiety. Without either of our voices to distract me, I am left with only my own thoughts and fears over what can happen to Eiri-san. When our trek does come to an end, we are standing out in front of the door of Aizawa's door, and I have no idea what our first course of action should be.
I turn around to look at my impromptu bodyguard/assassin who is now taking off his trench coat to reveal what he's wearing underneath. He's in black and grey army camouflage clothing with two 9mm in the two side holsters of his belt and an AK-47 strapped across his back. I am at a loss as for how he was able to fit that under his coat without as much of a slight impression of any of his weaponry, but I should know by now to under underestimate the power, ability and training of the former Secret Serviceman. He drops his coat on the floor and leans in to press his ear against the door of the apartment. I can tell he's straining to hear what is being said on the other side of the wooden barrier by the expression on his face. However, that expression of concentration is quickly replaced by one of shock and fear as he quickly steps back from the door to kick it open.
When the door can no longer obstruct my vision, my world is turned upside down as it feels as if my heart has stopped and all of reality is now moving in slow motion. I barely notice as the now broken door nearly falls off it's hinges from the force of K-san's brutal kick, or the way the wood splinters and flies off in different directions. No. The only thing I notice is the fact that Eiri-san is on his knees with Aizawa behind him forcing his head down towards the hardwood floor beneath them. I notice the fact that my brother-in-law's pants have been pulled down leaving his lower body exposed to the night air and anyone who may look in his direction. I notice that my former employee is threatening to do to the one person in this world who I love more than myself what his former sensei did to him over six years ago. Or maybe Aizawa has already turned my beloved Eiri-san into one of his many victims.
After what seems like an eternity of witnessing a present that should have never happened and reliving a past I should have prevented, I finally snap back to reality and time begins to move in its normal pace. I waste little time as I walk past K-san and grab one of the 9mm that was in his side holster. Aizawa – who had stopped all motion after K-san and I entered the apartment – now begins to back away from my 'brother' once he notices the gun in my hand. I raise the lethal instrument of death and aim it directly at Aizawa's head, making him scramble more to get out of my range and vision.
Having lived the life I have forced me to learn how to better wield such a deadly weapon but now is the first time that I have every aimed a gun at a living target. Although I should be, I'm not shaking nor do I feel nervous or scared to pull the trigger and end this pathetic excuse of a human being's life. If anything, I feel nothing – numb. I know that it will be nothing for me to pull the trigger but before I can do anything, K-san steps beside me and grabs my hand to lower the gun from its deadly aim. I glance once more into Aizawa's pleading eyes before I turn my attention the American beside me. He can probably sense my anger and frustration because he just tells me to take care of Eiri-san.
I look over to where my brother-in-law is laying on the floor; his mouth duct taped, his hands bound behind his back and his pants still down at his knees. Also in that direction is the man whom I saw earlier while I was waiting outside; he's kneeling by Eiri-san, his hands up showing that he's unarmed and not a threat to anyone. I wonder if K-san has his AK aimed at this street thug or if he's as afraid of me as Aizawa is.
Before I secure the 9mm in the waistband of my pants and head over towards my beloved 'brother,' I motion for the hired thug to join Aizawa in cowering against a wall, completely out of my sight – for now. After the gun is away, I walk over to Eiri-san so I can begin the task of untying his hands and removing the tape from his mouth. I am almost afraid to look down at him, expecting to be greeted by a small puddle of blood from when he was so violently forced into. Before I move behind him, I silently pray to every god and beg that one of them is merciful enough to have let me come in time to save my brother-in-law. I pledge my undying faith and love to any deity that will answer my prayers of keeping Eiri-san safe from the perverted desires of a deranged employee of mine. I will instantly convert if necessary if my simple prays, wishes and desires are answered.
I hold my breath as I move behind him, with all of my prayers being repeated over and over in my mind. I almost can't believe my eyes when I see my brother-in-law's beautiful, perfect posterior unmarked and unharmed. I let out a sign of relief as I kneel down behind Eiri-san to untie his hands. The ropes are unbelievably tight and I know that his skin must be bruised and red, but I can live with that; at least Aizawa only succeeded at only bruising his wrists.
After a few moments of being completely unsuccessful with untying the blond before me, K-san – who still has Aizawa and his friend against the wall at gunpoint – hands me a pocket knife so I can use that to free Eiri-san's hands. After I finally succeed at cutting the annoying material, my 'brother' pushes me away and brings his hands up to remove the duct tape from his mouth. The adhesive must have pulled at the short stubbles on his face because he mutters a few curses under his breath.
"I'm so sorry Eiri-san. I should have come earlier and maybe…" I try to give him my most sincere apology but I am quickly cut off when I see the glare he's giving me. I can't even begin to imagine how he must feel, having nearly been raped and thus forced to relive his terrible childhood which I caused him. I guess all I can seem to do is cause Eiri-san nothing but pain and suffering.
I remain motionless and quiet while I watch him stand and fix his clothes and try to rub the pain away from his wrists. I was wrong to think that his skin would just be red and slightly bruise because his skin is broken in a few places, causing small patches of blood to rise to the surface. After realizing that his wrists are not going to get any better, he raises his hands to his head and I now notice a small gash that's there, surrounded by dried blood. Eiri-san must have been hit in the head which could explain how he was overpowered by Aizawa and placed in such a compromising position.
I snap back to my senses after Eiri-san bends down to retrieve a gun that is lying on the floor, and I stand up to once again focus my anger, hatred, and malice on the two men who are the cause of all the pain and suffering my brother-in-law and I have had to deal with tonight.
"I thought I told you to stay away from Eiri-san," I say with my back to the Aizawa and his partner. I'm still facing Eiri-san but my head is held down. I don't want to look into his eyes yet I don't want to turn away from him so I can make sure that he's actually here, safe in front of me. "But no," I turn around now, "you try to have your way with him and on top of that, you got a friend to help you in this endeavor." I reach for the gun that's in the waistband of my pants and pull it out to once again aim it at Aizawa.
K-san doesn't react to my word and he's still diligently holding his AK-47 at them to squash any of their attempts at running away; you don't want to mess with a man who's holding a weapon that can kill you five times before you even hit the ground.
"You know if you shoot us, the whole building will hear and someone will see something and nail you." Again, Aizawa was trying to find a way to save himself but the little problem was easily remedied when K pulls something out of his pocket. While still holding his large caliber automatic weapon with his right hand, his left reaches into a side pocket to pull out a silencer. It wouldn't do anything for his AK, but it was perfect for my 9mm. He hands the black tube to me and I proceed to affix it to my gun.
"Now, there's no problem, is there Aizawa-san?" The sarcasm and venom pour from my mouth making the two men fall to their knees to continue their begging. The once arrogant star was now crying without hesitation. The tears were the only sign that this bastard was indeed human and should have been shown some mercy; just not from any of us irate gunmen.
"Please, I beg you Seguchi-sama," Aizawa says as he tries to be more humble and polite, "don't do this. Please, I swear, I won't do anything again, just don't kill us." Aizawa even capped off this little speech with a bow so low it looked uncomfortable.
"Seguchi-sama, I don't know what beef…I mean issues you have with Taki-san, but please don't take this out on me; I had nothing to do with it. Please, you wouldn't want to kill an innocent man, would you?" It's clear that Aizawa's partner doesn't know me very well; I know what this man has done in the past and would have done had I not been here to stop all of this.
"Oh really? You think you're innocent?" I had almost forgotten that my brother-in-law was in the rooms since all my attention was focused on possibly ending the life of the men before me. The sarcasm of words fall from Eiri-san's mouth laced with pure hatred as he begins to move towards the two cowering men. He turns his attention to the man who was first hired to rape the man he loves and then attempted to rape him. "First you rape Shuichi and then you try to do the same to me and you think you're innocent!" With an unclear mind, my 'brother' stands in front of the ponytailed man, his rationality blinded by his anger and fear.
The tip of the barrel of Eiri-san's gun is right on the forehead of Aizawa's friend, threatening to paint the walls with his brains and blood. They are both trembling and I don't want him to actually pull the trigger. His hands are stained with enough blood and I don't want him to be responsible for another life taken so violently due to my mistakes.
"Yuki-san, you wouldn't want to get blood on your nice outfit, would you?" Eiri-san and I turn around to look at K who is still holding that AK-47 for some reason; such a large weapon would bring too much attention to us if he did use it, but it's a good way to keep people you don't like quiet and complacent. After a few seconds Eiri-san does take the American's opinion and take a few steps back, slowly lowering his gun from its deadly aim.
Once he's far enough from the two rapists, K also hands him a silencer while I takes this opportunity to shoot the ponytailed man in the head. His dead, now limp body falls backwards to land on the floor, his blood splattered not only on the wall behind him, but also on Aizawa. Luckily, we are all far away enough so that none of it got on any of us. Both K-san and Eiri-san look over at me in disbelief that I actually pulled the trigger and ended someone's life. But then again, none of them matter and the life that I took was nothing more than a mere inconvenience.
Aizawa literally pissed his pants when he saw that his partner had been shot, mercilessly, by me – his former boss and well respected man. His eyes are wide as they stare at the blood that's oozing out of the wound on the other man's head; the thug's eyes are staring back at Aizawa in total disbelief as if he knew that I was going to shoot him and end his life.
We all wait a few seconds to let the full gravity of the situation hit Aizawa like the car that should have ended his life several months prior. After he is over the initial shock of seeing someone killed before his eyes he turns his attention to the killer. He's staring at me while my arm is still extended, ready to shoot another deadly round from the still smoking barrel. Tears stream down Aizawa's face while he shakes his head 'no' hoping that we will leave him here unharmed.
I can't believe that he expects me to show him any mercy after all that he's done to me, Shindou-san and Eiri-san. Aizawa's tears mean nothing to me and his pleas are falling upon deaf ears. I felt nothing after shooting his partner in the head except for an urge to do the same to my former employee. I only respond to his display of raw, pained emotions by lowering my aim from the ex-singer's head and promptly shooting the man in the hand. Aizawa yelps out in pain as blood flows from the lead-created hole in his left hand.
"Make another sound and you'll regret it," are my curt words before Aizawa could scream out his pain alerting the whole building that he is being murdered. The former star grits his teeth together to suppress the feelings that are threatening to overwhelm him. His right hand holds his left below the wrist trying to cut off the circulation of blood flowing to the wound.
"First you attack one of my singers in your little petty vendetta of insecurity, then you threaten my little brother by saying you'll go to the media with his past," I now shoot Aizawa in his right hand forcing him to fully face me once again before continuing with my speech. "I thought I took care of that by having you nearly hit by that car. One would think that you would have learned after that to stay away from any and everything associated with me, but no." Again, a gunshot is added to my deadly speech and this bullet lands in Taki's left thigh. The now-bleeding man is still silent but it seems like its more fear of what else I can do to him that is worse than what has already been done as opposed to anything else. "Instead of walking away from Shindou-san and Eiri-san, you blackmail the boy and turn him into your little sex toy. And as if that we're enough, tonight you tried to rape Eiri-san!" The next bullet hits the other thigh leaving his limbs a bloody mess. Aizawa's arms are hanging at his side and he leans his head back against the wall for support as the tears won't seem to cease their journey down his face. His lips are trembling as if he's still trying to beg for me to let him live despite the wounds I have already inflicted upon him.
"Well, since you can't seem to learn how to keep your perverse urges in check, I'll just have to do something about that." With that said, the final shot to be fired from my gun hits our prey straight in the crotch. Both K-san and Eiri-san look away from the scene before them, not wanting to see his now-deformed looking genitals with a huge hole spilling blood all over the floor. After a few moments my companions look over to Aizawa and we watch as his eyes roll in the back of his head. His breathing is becoming very ragged and he's clearly going into shock from the wound I inflicted on him.
Before the other two blonds can do or say anything, I turn on my heels and start to walk out of the door without a second thought. I want the man to suffer for as long as possible in as much pain as I can cause him so hopefully, his death will be agonizingly slow and painful. With him in this condition, it won't be long before his life slips away, but it will be long enough so that his last moments here on Earth are filled with nothing more than mind-numbing pain, suffering and visions of my uncaring form pulling the trigger.
K-san turns immediately to follow me but it takes a few seconds for Eiri-san to move away from the scene in front of him. Based on the American's background, bloody, violent scenes such as this probably aren't new to him, so he doesn't seem affected by it. Eiri-san on the other hand is a different story. Even though he came here intent on murder and revenge, he probably didn't expect for any of this to happen. The last time he used a gun to end another person's life, he was blindly shooting into a group of men who had just reduced him to nothing more than a toy to be played with and broken. He would have never guessed that I could and would so cold-heartedly torture Aizawa like I did. Well, maybe not torture, but what I did was rather merciless.
"Yuki-san, is there anyone else in the apartment," K-san asks my brother-in-law before he steps out the apartment breaking me out of my train of thought. I look down to see what the American could be talking about and I am greeted by a pair of black stiletto heels partially covered by bits and pieces of the tattered door. Eiri-san tells him that there was some "sketchy looking chick" when he woke up. He points us in the direction of the bedroom and all three of us head there to eliminate the last remaining witness to the unspeakable sins we have just committed.
After we reach the bedroom near the back of the apartment, we see an unconscious woman laying across the bed with a mirror with a razor and traces of white powder on it near her feet. It was clear that the reason why she didn't come out during this entire incident was because she's too high and she is in a substance-induced sleep that she won't wake up from for several hours.
"Well, it looks like there's no witnesses to this murder committed over drugs and money," I say, already formulating a plan about what to tell the police to label their investigation if they don't draw that same conclusion on their own. With this taken care of, we can all finally leave this place that reeks of blood, death and revenge. I'm actually surprised that no one walked by the unhinged, broken door to see us commit these acts but I should be grateful for this; we just got away with murder and vengeance.
With hurried steps we leave the building to walk over to our respective cars, nicely parked in a row; Eiri-san's followed by mine and then K-san's. "How long did you wait before coming here," my brother-in-law asks after seeing the order of our cars. He should have known that it wouldn't have taken me long to before coming to check up on him; but then again, it took me a while to come save him.
"As soon as I got off the phone with you I immediately came here and then I called K-san when you didn't answer your phone. I thought you would need some help." Well, that was partially true; I called K-san when I saw Shindou-san's former attacker enter the building. I knew enough about that man to know that he didn't live in this neighborhood so I had every right to be suspicious about him coming here. I wish I had called the former Secret Serviceman earlier and then maybe Eiri-san would not have been in that position. I guess I should just be grateful to have come just in time to rescue my 'brother' from possibly being raped.
No one says anything for a few moments and we are all standing here in the shadows, the memory of the past events threatening to suffocate us. "Eiri-san, go home to Shindou-san and get some rest. I'll make sure everything is taken care of." I could not stand the intolerable silence that hung in the air any longer so I had to say something. I also didn't want to give my brother-in-law a chance to say anything else that would eat away more at my soul. I can't deal with anymore of Eiri-san's pain, anger and frustration being aimed at me at this moment. In fact, he's probably upset at me for stealing his revenge. But, as soon as Aizawa decided to lay a finger on my brother-in-law, it was no longer Eiri-san's responsibility to end the singer's life, but instead it was my revenge to have.
I watch as both men walk over to their cars and head off into the night to re-enter a world where they do not have to bear this burden which I have just placed upon myself. Tonight, I killed two men without a second thought about what their lives meant to the rest of the world or to my soul. I still feel numb and I hope that I will remain this way so I won't have to deal with anymore pain. Murder isn't something that I am proud of doing but at the same time there was no other choice. I would rather have my soul eaten away and burnt to a crisp in hell than to see any more harm come to Eiri-san.
After a few moments of standing in the shadows by my car, I finally enter it and head home to rejoin my wife. I'll have to tell her some details about what happened tonight just to not fully worry her since I've been gone for so long, but I think I'll leave out the part about me becoming a murderer and Eiri-san nearly being raped. The less stress she has to deal with in her present condition, the better.
I look at the clock in the dashboard of my car and notice how late it is. I guess that tomorrow will be another day when I'll have to function with barely enough sleep but I'll be fine. I'll just have to worry about some minor paperwork and promotional meetings for Nittle Grasper anyway since tomorrow (well, technically today) is Saturday so I should be fine. I'll just have to remember to make a doctor appointment for Eiri-san and make sure that none of the police officers that will eventually work on Aizawa's murder case can link anything to my brother-in-law, K-san or myself.
Now, the only thing left for all of us to do is move on and forget this night existed.
So, whacha think? Did you like it? Hate it? Think I have some serious problems and need to see someone about them as quickly as possible? Yea, I know it was really messed up how I killed Aizawa but what can I say; he's a prick and I think that all rapists should die like that. And child molesters too.
For everyone who was wondering why I still had Tohma use "-san" even when he wasn't speaking, I did it cuz I think he's so uptight that he probably thinks in honorifics (you all know I'm right).
Well, leave some more feedback cuz I'm thinking about writing an epilogue but I'm not sure if I should. I mean, it would be nice to wrap everything up all nice and neatly, but I can't think of anything to say. I'm just too morbid and angsty. So, ideas and suggestions are welcomed or I can just leave this story like it is; whichever. Also, point out any grammar mistakes so I can fix them cuz posted this chapter without getting it revised so I need to know what I messed up (I'll only change big mistakes, not just something like I forgot a comma somewhere). But if I don't write anything else for this story, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it.
KuroiShinigami07