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Chapter 5: Please, No More Blood.

Don't put your life in some ones hand

Their bound to steal it away…

If you wanna get out alive,

Run for your life.

If you wanna get out alive,

Run for your life.

Run- Three Days Grace

"Yeah, thanks for what you did for me…" I blushed and looked away, I was so excited, I had a friend and was gonna learn how to fight.

His eyes found mind, their ash color was glazed over and lost in a pensive. He looked older, the bags under his eyes apparent, guilt written in every wrinkle and line on his face. The smoothness he used to have melted away as he told me his story, a rigid, broken, tortured man revealed. I watched the man I once knew melt away, and the man who I wanted to know surface. I lost my self in the vision of him, but I realized that what I really needed most was to hear more, I was hungry for the truth and would never forgive him if he never told me, in the state he was in, I would wager he would poor his whole heart out, which was exactly what I thought I deserved. He looked up at me in sadness; I reached out and cupped his face. "Tell me, tell me more." I whispered to him, I knew that I had to know, an angry demon in me demanded the information to condemn him, but the angel that had been hidden from me for so long wanted to know, so that all could be forgiven.

"Alright," he murmured into my hair. "Bikky was unlike anyone I had ever known he had all the best connections, he got me into several versions of self defense and we together did better in school. I was the brains and he was teaching me the bronze."

'Hey Ryo, Earth to Ryo, yo Ryo!' He screamed at me. I snapped out of the memory of all those years ago, it had been four years since the day he saved me. Everyday after that day, we were inseparable, blood brothers pretty much he taught me how to fight, but that was only the beginning. He had gotten me into some pretty deep shit, but nothing like what we were going through six years later.

Ryo's story part II (age 16)

"So like I was saying, this guy is the top guy, this guy will open you to a world that you and I could never have gotten by our selves dude, well without being killed by the competition, this is our chance to be somebody." He grinned so big it was hard to resist the offer, the only time I had ever seen him look so happy was when he lost his virginity to his girlfriend.

I laughed. "Dude, calm down I get the point, this guy is the shit, but this shit has no name, who is it Bikky."

"Dude, I can't believe you of all people haven't heard of him, his name is Leo Grant dude, he is one of the biggest gang leaders here in New York, I'm surprised at how such a smart guy like you could be so blissfully ignorant to the crime gangs of New York." He teased as he tussled my hair. I couldn't belief it, my mouth fell open and I just gaped at him. "Don't look so happy dude, sup?" He let me go and sat on his haunches and cocked his head, he looked like a puppy, I learned that that was his "concerned face."

I remembered how to breath, then I steadied my self, I chose my words carefully because just when I was about to yell, a thug emerged from the door across form us and gave us a weird look, I smiled at him and turned to my friend with a very distorted face, "My god Bikky, you said you got us a job interview, you never said it was a goon draft for a gang!" I snarled in a whisper.

"Ha-ha," he just laughed at me, when he calmed down I crossed my arms over my chest as scowled. "Dude, with my grades, the only thing I am qualified to do is work at Mickey D's or beat people up. Your grades and knowledge of law you could be a cop, but with your past and rap sheet, you can't even be a janitor at the police station."

I sighed, he had a point I was about to comment when a gorgeous woman with long golden hair emerged from the office looking just as depressed as I felt. Then a man, I knew his face from all the papers. "Leo," I muttered under my breath. He smiled a fake smile that only a regretful man could muster, I couldn't believe it or Bikky for getting us into this shit.

"Won't you step into my office boys?" His voice was lazy and tired, and he smelled like cigarettes, he looked so much crisper in the papers, in real life; he had bags under his eyes, five o'clock shadow of the worst kind, tasseled hair, loose neck tie, and a blood stain on his pant leg near his ankle. We got up from our chairs reluctantly and I walked behind Bikky, looking around and taking in the features, mostly trying to figure out the quickest way to exit.

When we walked in there was a handsome desk with an antique chair sitting behind it, but nothing else, save the man cowering in the corner being held by two men. My eyes returned to the desk and there were four guns, I paled at the sight, and my imagination ran wild with what sort of interview this was supposed to be. I looked over at Bikky and he looked almost giddy with anticipation. Leo leaned against the desk and crossed his arms over his chest; the fake smile disappeared and was replaced with a very serious countenance. "Both of you grab a gun."

We did, both of us, my hand hesitated for just a moment, but when I felt a gun to my hand, I figured it would be the smart thing to do. I grasped it in my hand; the metal was cold against my skin, and the grip foreign to my hand. I put it down and grabbed the white gun firmly, the pearl handle fit like a glove in my hand and I oddly felt more confident in my self, under the circumstances it was enough the stop me from laying a brick in my pants. I didn't really care what type of gun it was, but I could tell that it was gonna be the only thing I was to trust in this situation, I had the sinking feeling that my best friend would shoot me just to get into the gang, it wasn't a good feeling.

"Now see that man over there in the corner?" Leo gestured a scared hand over to the shivering man in the corner. We both nodded. He looked at both of us for a moment, when his eyes fell on me; it felt like he was peering right into my being. I shivered, he smirked. "Blondie, what's your name?"

Bikky's eyes distanced them self, his eyes had dilated, adrenaline was pumping through him and he looked like he was ready to kill. "Bikky, Boss."

"Boss," he repeated, his grin was morbid, "I like that kid, Vinny here is gonna get you equipped with everything and you'll be living in the main house. You, I want you to stay here." Vinny was a colossus who probably had the mental capacity of a cashew nut. Bikky followed him like a puppy out of the room; he had already thought I didn't exist. I watched him leave and the realization that my one and only friend just dropped me like a hat kit me like a ton of bricks, I turned a cold stair to Leo. "You, you look like a killer." He said simply.

I laughed, it was cold and so different from my own laugh that it scared me, but I kept laughing. "I do, do I?" When did I get so ballsy, I thought to my self in shock. I had the image of Bikky walking out of that room embedded in my mind, I would never forgive him, I couldn't he didn't even say good luck, he just left me pouncing after an oaf like an eager pup. I was pretty angry and could kill Leo right there. The thought of him dead before me was appealing.

"Kill him." Leo brought my attention back from my own thoughts and the want I had to kill died. "Wh-what?" I gasped.

Leo's tired eyes fell on my own. He looked into me again, this time, I felt like I was being drowned in slime. "A moment ago you looked like you wanted to kill me because your best friend in the whole world was so easily bought off. I want you to kill that man like you want to kill me, if you don't, I'll have to kill you because you have seen too much for me to let you walk out of here alive. So either he dies, or you die." He had the gun cocked and aimed right at my chest, I looked over at the man shivering, I knew they were gonna kill him, it was life or death right? I turned to him, both the men holding him had let go and had their guns pointed at me. Bikky popped into my head, this was his dream, to be in a brother hood, even if it was a brother hood of murderers and drug dealers, I owed him my life, no matter how mad I was at him, that would always be hung over my head. I am in his debt. I turned to the man and swallowed back my heart, I walked towards him and pressed the gun to his head, right between his eyes and I pulled the trigger. I was deaf to the gun shot, but I wasn't blind. I watched his brains fly out of the back of his head and hit the wall in a mess of blood, bone fragment, and liquid, I watched it slide down the wall. I watched his eyes widen, his eyes dilate, skin loose all color, and life leave his pale green eyes. I dropped my arm to my waist and turned to Leo. All of my innocents had died, all of my beliefs, all of my love, and all that I held close to my heart had evaporated, I just killed a man for no other reason then to stay close to a man who I owed my life to, so that I could pay it back. I felt my world collapse when Leo's hand patted my shoulder. "That was a good job my boy. Laurence, take um… what's your name kid?"

I was still in shock but I answered automatically. "Randy Maclean, sir." My voice was little more then a whisper as I watched the man finally fall to his knees and slam on the ground becoming drenched in his own blood. I was sick but I couldn't vomit.

"Alright Randy, Laurence take Randy upstairs, clean him up, get him the gun and take him with you on tonight's hit, I have the feeling he is gonna be the best thing that has ever happened to this organization." Leo ordered tiredly, "Hector, clean this mess up, I am gonna turn in for the night, call me and let me know how it goes down tonight. Welcome to the Organization Randy." His last words were bitter and I promised my self that I would kill that man someday.

Laurence took me out of the room, the scene was still playing over in my head, I was finally able to vomit, so I paused on the stairs and let it all come out all over Laurence's shoes. I didn't feel bad, I didn't feel better either, but we continued up the stairs and when we got to the top Bikky was there and smiling at me. "Sup dude, now we are brothers, now we are the shit." I wanted to kill him, but I couldn't, I even rose my gun hand up, but there wasn't a gun there. "My debt to you is repaid man." My voice was barely there but I knew he got the point when he looked at me in disbelief.

"I thought you wanted this too." He said as I continued to follow Laurence up the stairs. I stopped and turned around. "I just wanted to be your friend forever, not get sold off like a tool to a whole bunch of murderers. I am not your friend anymore, he died in that room. The gun blast you just heard was your friend Randy dying."

Laurence gawked stupidly at me, it pissed me off. "Then who are you then?" he asked.

"Sable," I muttered and followed Laurence up the stairs. "My name is Sable." I repeated more to my self then to Laurence.

End of Ryo Story Part 2

I looked up into his obsidian eyes and nearly wept. There was so much regret in his there, like tar pools of sin dying to have rain cool it down, and eventually stop it. I reached up and touched a tear that slid down his cheek; I knew it wasn't my turn to talk yet, so I sat against him. Where did my hate go? Where did my strength against him go? Where did my will to leave him go? I didn't know, nor did I really care, all I knew was that the man whose hair I was caressing was just as tortured as me. The true was supposed to scare me away, I knew that, but I knew that this man was just as scared, mutilated, and unloved as I was.

I pecked my lover's lips and relaxed against him when I felt his chest rise taking in breath to speak, I rested against him and waited, I knew not to push him, my eyes wandered over to J.J. who was white knuckled on the chair, color drained from his face, and panting for more. I chuckled at him; he was wrapped up in this drama.

"Sable was my code name from then on, even the papers referred to me as 'Sable the Merciless' but that didn't stop me until about three years later when I was doing some recognizance on a hit and a hot guy with jet black hair and piercing green eyes bumped into me." His tone was that of Buddha when he said that last part. My heart fluttered because I could practically hear the love and adoration in his voice. "I met you the day that I was starting the job on your father. You see, he did the booking for us and also kept an eye on the jury pools selected for cases on some of our guys. He also is one of our biggest investors in our heroine market."

I knew he was doing something that got him high, that's when he would rape me was when he was at his peeks. I shivered as the memories began to ensnare me. His voice shook their vice grip free. "I have to say babe you inspired me. Once we get you functioning without the thoughts of suicide, I am gonna do a number on him so good, they'll only have teeth fragments to identify him with."

"Ryo," I purred his knowing that my tone and actions would make him succumb to anything. I didn't want him to kill anymore; I especially didn't want my father to have the satisfaction of death when he really deserves a life in prison being ass rammed by the booty bandit bubba. I began to nibble on his and I ran a seductive finger down his chest and toyed with the hem of his pants. "Please don't, let the police deal with him, let them keep dealing with him, let him go to prison, I need you to promise me something." I whispered, I knew what I had to do… he was still a murderer, but with me, he didn't have to be.

"What is it," he whispered into my ear, before he nibbled on it.

I gulped, between pleasure, and nervousness, I needed a good gulp to help steady my self for what I was about to ask of him… you know the promise that compromises any mass murderer for hire. "Promise me you'll stop killing."

Side Note: So that's it for this chapter I promise the next will be longer, please review if you would like a next chapter…