Author:
YourSecret'sOut
Title:
Deadly Code
Summary:At the age of seven, Yahiko has the responsibility to keep a code a secret, a code to unlock suitcases totaling up to $4.6 billion. After losing his parents, his sister and himself are alone, running from a deadly man that wants to hunt them down and get the money for himself. AU/OOC
Disclaimer: I only wish RK characters belonged to me, but they clearly do not ;) Enjoy reading.
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/Get Busy Living or Get Busy Dying/
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Kamiya Residence
Yahiko watched with frantic eyes as the closet doors were slammed shut in his face, his mother whispering for him to stay put once more before she moved away from the closet. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came past his lips as he watched her make her way to the door and lock it. She let out a small cry when the men hit the door, demanding for her to open up. Yahiko stared through the shutters with wide eyes, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead as the pounding became louder from them. Whoever they were. After a few minutes of pounding and kicking, his mother started screaming as the door was finally kicked open, revealing three men. Yahiko felt his heart beat quickening, his chest rising and falling at a rapid pace as he continued to listen to his mother's screams, wanting to run out and help her. But he listened to his parents and she had told him to stay put no matter what had happened to her. He shut his eyes tightly, tears threatening to spill from his brown eyes as he heard a man strike her. His eyes shot open when she cried out for someone to stop, watching as a man shoved her onto the bed, the other two standing with their guns aimed.
Yahiko didn't understand what was happening, but he knew that the 'bad people' had come and he had to keep his mouth shut like his father told him to.
"Stop it! Please-let go! Don't do this!"
The man climbed over her, placing the tip of his knife against her throat to keep her still as he worked her clothes, her sobs reaching Yahiko. Yahiko whimpered and covered his ears, backing up into the numerous clothes that were hanging up, his eyes wide as he backed further so they concealed him. Tears spilled over, running freely down his tanned cheeks as he watched the man move over his mother, the others standing and laughing cruelly. He tried to block her screams out, but his hands weren't doing the job. He wanted to disappear. He wanted to help his mother.
"Be a good little boy and don't leave the closet, okay s-sweetie? You stay put until the bad people are gone, you understand?" She forced a soft smile onto her face, her slender yet trembling hand touching his cheek gently as she kissed his other cheek. "I love you so much. Stay put."
And the doors were closed in his face. His eyes darted to the door when he heard more yelling, relief flooding his body when he heard his father's voice. He had finally come home to protect them. He would thank him later for coming home just in time and he smiled at that thought, closing his eyes tightly when he heard gunshots echo in the house, grunts and yells faintly heard.
He wasn't certain how long he sat in the closet, hidden behind clothes that he stayed behind when the men opened the closet doors. There were shoeboxes piled, hiding his legs and feet from view, the clothes doing the job of covering his body. He merely stared at the bloodied men as they glared at each other, cursing softly under their breaths. Then they were gone. Yahiko removed his hands from his ears, his breathing calming down as he stared into darkness, the men turning off the light as they left. He let his arms drop to his sides numbly, making his way to the closet doors and pushing them open slowly, silence heard as he continued to stare into the darkness of the room.
An unfamiliar stench reached his nostrils, a smell that made him want to vomit. The seven-year-old hurried to the area he knew a lamp resided, grabbing the long string and tugging as his brown eyes darted to the bed. He captured a glimpse of his mother's long hair tumbling over the edge, but something else caught his eye. His father that was lying on the white carpet, blood pooling around his head as his brown eyes stared at the ceiling in shock. His breath caught in his throat as he saw the perfectly rounded hole in the middle of his father's forehead, his eyes burning once again as he felt bile rising in his throat.
He threw up without hesitation, falling to his hands and knees, tears mixing with his vomit on the carpet. His father–he was dead. They had killed them–the bad people. They had killed his father and left after looking for him. He cried out for his father as he stood up, his wide eyes traveling over to the bed. He ran with his mind so consumed with wild thoughts and images of his father's dead body that he didn't hear the police sirens approaching his home. He saw her hand over the edge, yelling as he grabbed her stiff hand to pull her awake as he did so many mornings.
She wouldn't move. She didn't respond. He cried out as he pulled her hand roughly, yelling as her head lulled sideways, her blue eyes staring at him. He stared, stunned as she had a hole in her forehead matching his father, blood slowly flowing from her slit throat. He felt the bile rising once again, stumbling away from his mother and tripping over his father's body. His world tilted. His vision blurred as he glanced at family pictures on the wall, his sister smiling happily next to their father and mother in one of the many.
He choked on sobs before releasing an anguished cry.
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3 days later
"..ashes to ashes.."
"..dust to dust.."
Kaoru stood away from the crowd, a black hat covering her calm blue eyes as she stared at the numerous black cloaked family members that sobbed as the caskets were lowered into the ground. Her eyes scanned the crowd, watching as younger family members near her age held each other, their bodies shaking uncontrollably. She tightened her grip around the umbrella; opening it the moment she felt a drop of rain hit her skin.
'How cliché,' she thought bitterly, her gaze dropping to the grass. 'Does it rain on every funeral that occurs?' Kaoru lifted her gaze when the speaking had ended, family members turning in her direction, several surprised to see her there. They didn't expect her to show at the funeral or the small family dinner they had planned afterwards. Kaoru didn't flash them a sad smile, but simply turned away from them, her long black ponytail blowing gently as a small breeze blew by. She ignored them as they called out to her, making her way across the street to the black Mercedes that was waiting for her.
She pulled her purple umbrella shut, reaching for the door and climbing in, avoiding eye contact with the driver in the front seat. She looked to her younger brother who gazed intently out of the window, watching the rain droplets race down on the glass. Kaoru placed her umbrella on the floor, hesitating before reaching over and running her fingers through his black spiked hair, causing him to tear his gaze away from the window. Her lips formed a grim line when their eyes locked, his eyes full of hate and sorrow. She glanced down at the leather seat, tears threatening to escape, but she wouldn't let herself cry.
She merely pulled him to her, wrapping her arms around him and she let him cry. The driver watched them solemnly, averting his gaze to the road, slowly driving off as cars peeled out.
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Makimachi Residence
Kaoru slipped out of the car, grunting as she adjusted her sleeping brother in her arms. He was quite the heavy little seven-year-old, but then again, she was weak from no eating or sleep ever since discovering her parents were killed in their home.
Kaoru let her eyes widen as her friend drove up to her house, more than five police cars parked on her property, yellow tape blocking the front door. Before the car even came to a stop, Kaoru opened the door and stumbled out, running to her house and onto the lawn, screaming when a cop grabbed her arm. She slapped him, the fact that it was a cop not registering in her mind. She fell when he let her go and he reached for her, trying to calm her down.
"I live here! Don't touch me! What's happened here! Where's my little brother–my mom, dad–"
"Miss, there's been an accident–just tell me who you are–"
Before he could finish, she was up and running to the house, dodging cops that tried to seize her. She tore the yellow tape away from the door, entering her house and running past a tall man that held no expression on his face. He blinked in surprise as he noticed the girl passing him, running after her to stop her. She was a fast little thing. He cursed softly under his breath on his way up the stairs after her, tripping over a roller blade that must've belonged to Yahiko. He slowed down as she turned into her parents room, a frown coming to her face as he watched her stiffen and stop in her tracks, her blue eyes enlarging as she stared at the bloody scene in front of her.
Blood.
So much blood.
She eyed her parents, her stomach churning violently as she covered her mouth with both of her hands. Her eyes darted ahead of her as she felt strong hands grip her shoulders, blue clashing with violet. She didn't hear what he was speaking, all of her senses gone numb as the bodies of her parents burnt into her memory. She passed out as she continued to stare, the red-headed Detective catching her and picking her up easily.
The driver closed the door, Kaoru giving him a small smile as she thanked him quietly. The older man nodded, giving her an apologetic smile before she turned away from him, her blue eyes rising to meet the large house that she would be staying in with her cousin, Misao. She didn't want to impose, but Misao wasn't listening. Misao wanted Kaoru to stay with her and be comforted. She hadn't attended the funeral, but Kaoru didn't blame her. Misao was far too sensitive to ever attend a funeral. Kaoru worried that she would've gone insane when she saw the coffins that held her favorite aunt and uncle in them. She cleared her throat softly as she continued walking, gasping as she felt fingers wrap around her upper arm.
Her blue eyes darted to the figure that grabbed her gently, blue clashing with violet once more. She immediately recognized him from her house, her muscles relaxing greatly as she continued to stare at the gorgeous man who greeted her with a soft smile, his fingers slipping away from her arm. Kaoru adjusted her heavy-sleeping brother, wanting to set him down in a soft bed and hope that nightmares won't plague his sleep. Now as she held him was the first time he slept since the incident.
'Poor thing. I should've been there. I could've protected them.' "Um, can I help you, sir?"
He reached into his brown trench coat, flashing her his badge. "I'm Detective Himura. I was at your house the evening of your parents death and I would like to take you to the station. For questions–"
The kind, beautiful teenager in front turned deadly before his eyes. Her blue eyes narrowed coldly, a frown appearing on her face. "I've already answered questions."
"Yes, I know, but it wasn't enough–"
"What else can you ask me? I wasn't there. Yahiko was, sadly enough. Now, if you'll–"
"And how is Yahiko doing?" He asked lightly, glancing at the young boy. "When we came to the house, he was just sitting there, quiet. He snapped out of his daze after someone shook him out of it to ask what happened, but he wouldn't—"
"He was shocked into silence. That's what the therapist said. He's too traumatized to speak. He doesn't even speak to me." Yahiko shifted in her arms, tightening his grip around her neck as he buried his face into her. Kaoru lost her glare slowly, trying to ignore how good-looking the detective was, but she was a teenage girl. Checking out men–it happened often. She noticed his beautiful, long red hair first, tied at the nape of his neck into a ponytail. It looked soft. Next, his gentle violet eyes that added to his look of being a bit feminine, but that was alright. He was a small man, Kaoru almost reaching his height. Lastly, she noticed the cross scar on his face.
"I understand," he spoke, breaking her away from her thoughts. "I'm sorry, I can't imagine what you two are going through, but answering questions will really help the case. There are no leads, but we have a feeling that you would know something that can help us. So, will you?"
She debated mentally as she looked back at the house, hearing the door open to reveal Misao standing there, glaring slightly at the red-headed man. Kaoru bit her lower lip gently, looking back to Kenshin.
"You two will also be watched at all times."
She blinked her blue eyes in surprise, "Excuse me?"
"The people who attacked your parents, they destroyed the house as if they were searching for something. For your safety, we need to make sure you're watched so nothing happens–"
"I can take care of myself!"
"I'm sure your parents thought the same," he murmured, a stern look coming to his eyes. "Ms. Kamiya, do what is best for Yahiko and yourself. Things can get dangerous and more deaths may occur."
'He's right,' she thought to herself, continuing to abuse her lower lip as she closed her eyes briefly. She felt tears start to form, but she wouldn't let them spill. "O-Okay. I'll do whatever...helps and whatever will keep my younger brother safe."
Kenshin sent Misao a glance before returning his gaze to Kaoru. "Good."
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And thus, a new story is born. The first chapter is a bit dark, I'll admit. But there's a rating for a reason. The story does have it's humorous/lighthearted parts, some even in the next chapter possibly. Yahiko's age was lowered just because I felt like making him a younger boy with a bit more innocence. Hope you enjoyed reading and tell me what you thought of the chapter! Sorry for mispellings/grammar. I'm not the best.
