Pairings: BernardoXGian, IvanXGian, LuchinoXGian, GiulioXGian, AobaXClear, AobaXVirusXTrip, AobaXRen, AobaXKoujaku, AobaXNoiz, AobaXBakshi, VirusXTripXGian, AobaXGian
Warning: Contains minor hints of rape, violence, extreme swearing and heavy scenes of smut.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dramatical Murder or Lucky Dog 1. All rights go to the respectful owners
Chapter 29 - Corruption
The room was stuffy and smelled stale due to the temperature of the room causing the men inside to sweat. The ceiling fan did little to help the cooling process and Virus had found himself fidgeting with his necktie when he was not speaking. The other men in the room did this as well, some took their suit jackets off while others drank the water bottles that they had been given.
The only one who did not seem to be suffering was Bakshi. His magenta colored vest was left open with nothing covering his body underneath so it left his chest slightly exposed. They had just gone over the few documents that Virus had brought with him to accept Honus's proposal on the matter of using one of their unused warehouses that would offer everything they needed.
But everything always came with a price and Virus had been asked if he would be able to import things from the island itself and into their country. It was a deal of a lifetime since the warehouse they were offered, had been set up to resemble some sort of lab testing room and had the needed equipment that the twins had asked for.
It did not have Midorijima's upgraded tech but a computer lab was a lab regardless. It would greatly help in their upcoming experiment and if all went well, they would have their goals accomplished. The only problem were Aoba and Sly. He adjusted his tie again and his black framed glasses while he waited for the head chief in charge to sign the papers of approval, that he had read and accepted their terms and vice versa.
"We will overlook your background and provide you the building you desire. In return, we get the imports you promise us the next time you go back to your island. I hope you find everything there as you requested. Bakshi, see to it that he finds the building." The boss sat back in his chair while a disgruntled man who was sitting next to him off to the side, got up from his chair.
The two shotguns that hung at his side swung with each step he took toward the door. Virus gathered up his papers and smiled politely as he left the hot room. He could feel the difference of temperature upon leaving and felt a bit of a cooler breeze of air hit his forehead and exposed neck.
He let out a sigh as he followed Bakshi out of the building. A car waiting for them down at the end of the small set of stairs, sat quietly running with a driver at the wheel. Bakshi got into the car at the front next to the driver while Virus got in at the back. He fixed his clothes and checked his wrist coil before the car took off to show him around the building of their objective.
An incoming message from someone unexpected, Aoba had somehow been trying to get in contact with him. Thinking the worst and that Trip might have been in trouble, he took the message. A few seconds passed after he pressed the accept button but there was no answer.
"Ah, you answered. That's good. I was wondering if you would..." Aoba's voice trailed off and Virus could tell that this was actually Sly speaking to him.
"Aoba-san! I'm happy you called me but I'm surprised you did. Is there something wrong back home?" Virus asked not trying to sound rushed with how he was speaking.
Sly took some time to reply and after what felt like two minutes, he finally told him the reason for why he was using a coil in the first place.
"Sorry. Trip is still asleep so I'm feeling a bit bored and Mizuki wasn't very helpful in the end. Your pets are also getting restless, yours mostly. He wouldn't leave my leg alone when I tried to do it with Mizuki." Virus could picture the scene but he was having a tough time imagining Mizuki not doing anything about his best friend coming onto him like that.
"I'll be back soon, Aoba-san. Please keep out of trouble until I get back. Very soon, you'll be able to have your own body." Virus, without meaning to, smiled despite the man not being able to see him.
Without so much as a farewell, Sly hung up on him. 'Hmph...same old Aoba-san.' Virus thought as the car sped down the street.
Waiters and maids lined the walls while Giulio, Mink and Giulio's grandfather sat around a circular dinner table enjoying a meal in silence. The grandfather seemed to be rather angry with something or someone and was eyeing Mink every once in a while after taking a bite out of his food.
The time that Mink had spent there had been enough time to learn Giulio's side of things and how the man who was always such a quiet person, could have turned out in such a way. He saw the reason. Although there were no hints on whether the man had ever intended to harm his grandfather someday, deep down he had a gut feeling that something like that would take place some way or another.
But since he and Giulio had arrived, the old man was pleasant despite the angry looks he gave Giulio every now and then. Neither of them had spoken to each other and Mink was beginning to wonder why the man had asked to see him if none of them were going to speak.
Mink had eaten half of his meal while Giulio had been poking at his food with his fork and seemed quite interested in the knife more than anything else. Mink was starting to wonder if he should ask the man to permit them to leave.
But because the man had not said anything out of place or anything that would really anger the both of them, he saw no other choice but to stay and enjoy what was left of the night.
"Grandfather." Giulio's soft voice stopped the man from eating. Mink also stopped to see what Giulio was going to say.
The man put his fork down and used a napkin to wipe his mouth. His eyebrows furrowed together as though he was asking Giulio a question with his looks alone. When Mink watched the younger man as he waited for him to speak, he could see Giulio's face had been twisted into fear.
A grown man who was capable of killing men without hesitation had been strangely reduced to someone not capable of killing a soul and looked more like a scared puppy that was being scolded rather than the 'Mad Dog' that people were calling him back when Clear had explained what happened as he helped the man.
Mink stayed quiet as the older man grumbled something under his breath. "What is it?" The man was glaring at his grandson as he waited for him to speak his mind.
"Why did you ask me to join you tonight?" Giulio asked him. The odd tension in the air started to slowly disappear but was replaced with a new atmosphere.
The old man slammed a sheet of paper down onto the table resulting in Giulio jumping off the seat a few inches. Mink could see that the man was an obvious power obstacle to Giulio. "These tabloids...they have to do with you. There's no one else who would make it look so clean."
What the man had been pointing out to them was a picture on the front page of a newspaper with the headline, '5 BODIES FOUND IN WAREHOUSE.' Giulio instantly shrunk down in the chair, his eyes looking more worried than when Mink had last seen them.
Although they had Ragtliffe to help clean the dead bodies up from the gruesome scenes, this had apparently slipped from their minds. And it was why the grandfather was so angry with him now as the only captain member of the CR-5 was prone to such an attack as the men had all been found with a slit across their throats.
None of the bodies had been traced back to him or the other members but the fact that they had been found was still a big blow to them and if the police were not bribed properly, could lead to Giulio and the rest being put back into prison for an eternity.
"I apologize, grandfather." Giulio lowered his head in shame all while gripping his lap with both hands. The old man grunted and then proceeded to crumple the paper up.
"There are no excuses for being useless, Giulio." Mink couldn't help but glare at the man for saying such a thing.
Giulio was merely a stranger to him and his own crew and yet was willing to lend a hand to them despite being in such a position to not really being allowed to help anyone. He thought back to Gian Carlo's position within the CR-5 and remembered them talking about the man being the next in line.
He could see why the man was chosen since he inspired his followers to do things that they probably would never have done. Because of this however, the grandfather was surely not pleased with his grandson and most likely thought the boy was getting soft in his way of doing things.
"Yes, grandfather." Giulio's facial expression stayed the same, frightened state throughout the rest of the night up until he was able to leave.
Mink did not say anything and instead put a hand on Giulio's shoulder while their escort went to open the car. "Not my place to say anything, but you're doing a good thing right now. I'll be forever in your debt." It wasn't like him to compliment anyone let alone a mafia organization.
But he felt this type of guilt when he had first seen Giulio's face. It was an expression that had reminded him of when Aoba had first asked to help him save his grandmother. Desperate and pleading.
Giulio did not say anything but instead gave him a slight nod as he went into the car after it had pulled up in front of them. They both got in and it took off without either of them looking back.
Sentences of jumbled words clouded Aoba's head as he tried to keep his eyes shut with his face partially buried into the white pillow. He was trying to get some sleep since Trip had still been asleep in his bed and since Mizuki had occupied the other room, he thought it was better off that he went back to his own room especially since the scene he saw before him from when he awoke, was in front of him.
He had woken up to feeling something brushing up against his cheek and saw that he had been lying on the bed that was in Mizuki's room. His only thought then was to get out of the room as quickly as possible and found that Trip was fast asleep in his bed.
Aoba had no choice but to try his best to lie next to the man without waking him. And so here he was, trying to get some sleep all with his head still pounding. It was a headache like before from when he first came to the town and the fact that there was nothing to take for it, he figured the best solution was to sleep it off somehow. But how could anyone sleep through such an agonizing pain?
He couldn't help as a few single tears ran down the sides of his cheeks from his eyes. His head was hurting and just lying against a soft object seemed to be making it worse. Aoba gripped the sheet that had been draped over Trip. He tugged it off of him.
The man had been half dressed and was only in his pants and underwear leaving his upper half and his feet exposed. This was actually the first time he had ever seen the man without a shirt on as the twins had never really taken off their shirts or pants when they did it with him.
Aoba inched closer to Trip in the bed and began to snuggle up to him for more warmth. Feeling another body next to him made him calmer somehow and it confused him since he had just been doing this with Mizuki and had only felt more embarrassed than what he was feeling now.
He felt his forehead with his hand and could feel the heat that had been causing the excess sweat. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and buried his face into Trip's bare chest. The man had obviously felt this and slowly opened his eyes.
Trip rubbed his eyes with one hand and looked down at the other man. His long, blue hair was tickling his chest as Aoba kept moving his head. He could hear a sniffling sound along with the rustling of the bed sheet that covered half of him and Aoba. He surprised the man by brushing his hair back.
"Did you have a nightmare, Aoba?" Trip asked. He kissed the side of Aoba's head and then gently pulled Aoba closer to him.
Aoba shook his head and continued to cry. It was pathetic feeling in such a way in front of a man he despised and loathed. He hated being in this place and found himself wishing his other half would just end both of their existences rather than leaving him to fend for himself when the pain got too much.
"Soon, Aoba. You'll have your own body to yourself. Virus and I made sure of it. And pretty soon, you'll won't need to feel any more pain." Trip smeared another tear away from Aoba's eyes.
"Trip..." The man sat up in the bed, propping his head at an angle so that his elbow supported his position.
"Hm?" Trip smiled at him. His smiling had made it awkward for Aoba to say anything at that moment and he now found himself checking everything in his head before he said anything aloud.
"What did you mean...by that?" Aoba asked him. He was questioning the man as to what he meant by him having a body all to himself as he had never heard of such a process except for in Ren's case.
It had come up before when he and Ren had first got to talk with his twin brother and how Ren was now his own conscience and not just another part of him like Desire was. He didn't think the twins would pull all this just for him to be separated from his other half. When he thought about it, he could see his other half smiling at such an opportunity since it was all that the man dreamed of. Having his own body to do with what he wanted.
"Virus is a smart man, Aoba. He found out a way to separate the two of you just like how your grandma separated you and Sei. It took us some time to acquire the necessary ingredients but we have all of it now. Including you." Trip placed another kiss on his head.
Aoba was confused as to how it would be possible since he and Sei had been twin brothers born within a lab and both had their own bodies even though they had been connected by their hair. To give life to something that originally had only been a part of him because it was his desires that grew out of control at a bad time in his life, Aoba failed to see how such a thing could even take place.
He left his questioning there and rested his head against Trip once more. He was tired and in pain and it was a bad combo of how he felt back on the island back when he was in his teens. Back when he had first met Trip and Virus.
They lied there in silence with Trip lying his head against the pillow again while still holding onto him. This wasn't like Trip to do something so gentle or lovingly. Aoba had seen what the man was like when he knew he was feeling vulnerable.
If it was true that they had found a way to separate them, then he was scared of this new 'Trip'. With the man acting in such a way could only mean that they truly believed it was possible.
A/N: So this was shorter than most because I needed to place the members of the CR-5 in the next one in their own chapter and with Noiz and Clear and Ren all finally coming together as a group instead of hating on each other!
Again, Mink went along with Giulio to see that things don't go weird or haywire, although a soldier working under Giulio would have seen to it that nothing did happen, there is no exception if the Mad Dog gets too pissed off.
And once again I'll explain that Aoba does not see anything good in the twins at all, he's not changing his views in case you're wondering if I'm going to cave into making this a VirusXAoba thing and such but NO, I will not make him be with the twins so spoiler for that I suppose?
So I hope to see you readers next time or if there are any, hello to you and thanks for reading!