Yeah, another chapter! I'm not supposed to update this chapter yet but I realized so many readers want to read what will happen between Yui and Nakago. Well, I'm thrilled as well. I haven't really thought about the nitty details in this story but I do know how to end this—and you're gonna love the ending. SERIOUSLY. Anyway, thanks for reading and leaving reviews in the previous chapter.
Princess-of-Doctors: Hmmm… Hard to answer your questions in this chapter. Will try to answer that in the next ones.
LeeRaRa:I also get excited when I write this fic. It has that breathtaking, suspense element that I wish I could keep in the succeeding chapters.
Khryztinne: Of course I'll finish this one. But like the two fictions you mentioned, I want to think well about the plot for this story. :D I don't want a mediocre Yui-Nakago story after all. :)
ThePinkMartini: Oh, I want the previous chapter to read like a dream so it doesn't have all those stop signs that prepares you for another scene. :D Actually, I used the same technique here—and it might be the same for the rest.
Ishida-nadare: Yeah, Nakago's sooo hot. But I think Tomo's hot in this story too. ;p
Obsessed Dreamer: Haha. I'm sorry for the delay! I'm really trying hard to update all my stories when I can. Yeah, I'll finish and update this story. No need to burn my house! :D
Eugene_Anderson: Yeah, Nakago's fitting to be a dangerous man. Haha. Please continue reading!
…oO…yea!: Yes, I'll continue this fic! Wow, I do hope it'll end up as a phenomenal fic. Haha. But I'm not expecting much. I just want to do a Yui-Nakago story, that's all. :)
Disclaimer: FY is not mine.
Chapter Two
By Slavedriver2008
Dreamless. It was a sleep with nothing but the darkness. My body was too heavy to move from the bed, not to mention the addition of an unknown weight that pinned me down. Warm air constantly brushed through my face and beats were at my fingertips. Every now and then, my bed would make sounds even though I had not moved. My alarm clock rang off and it stopped, the bed moving as well. I slowly opened my eyes, still every bit dazed from mixed tiredness and lack of sleep. I leaned further to the pillow, brushing my cheek on the warmth as two deep blue eyes met my gaze. I blinked.
"Good morning, beautiful," Nakago greeted in a whisper, a smirk making its way across beautiful but tired face. My eyes widened and I flushed when I realized that I was lying in the same bed, his arm was my pillow, and his face… a breath away from mine. My initial instinct was to move back and my hand missed the side of the bed, making me fall to the floor with a sound.
"Ow!" A chuckle left him as he slowly sat up from the bed—my bed—half-naked but covered in bandages. "Why am I in my bed?" I asked angrily as I rubbed the pain at the back of my head. My feet still dangled on the cushion and he brushed my ankle. The heat sent a shudder through my body and I hastily moved my feet from his grasp. "Hey—"
"You were sleeping on the chair," he started, voice still rough from sleep. When I looked up, I saw a tender look on his face, something I could never imagine Nakago wear in the instances we woke up together in Kutou. But then, it was very seldom of him to stay beside me; he always wakes up earlier and leaves for his duties. "When I pulled you to the bed, you followed—and snuggled easily into my arms," he teased and I flushed harder.
"You were supposed to sleep and rest alone," I lectured him. I was still feeling dizzy from the rushed operation I did on him last night. "My bed is good for only one person, ne."
I shook my head to brush away the dizziness. After finding him at the door of my apartment, I conducted an operation to save him. He was lucky I keep a complete surgical kit at home, not to mention antiseptic and other medicines for an operation. I found two bullets last night and it was already morning when the bleeding stopped. By then, I was too tired I fell asleep on the chair, watching him sleep peacefully.
"You look like you need my arms so I gave what you need," he smirked and I frowned, still blushing. "After saving me, I'd willingly give anything you want." I frowned at the smug expression on his face, reminding me of an older version of him a decade ago. If he was indeed Nakago, nothing had changed. He still too highly of himself, think I need him and I won't survive without him. Stupid.
"I don't need anything from you," I answered. His gaze immediately became stern. "…Or from anyone else. What can you give me that I cannot give myself?" It was true, I am an independent woman; I'm no longer the 15-year-old selfish girl he can toy with. "Stop moving or your cut will open. I'll bring in food," I told him as I stood up. "You can use the phone to call your family or anyone to take you home. I won't charge you for the medicine and the bed because you did not ask me to save you—"
Nakago pulled me and before I can react, he pinned me on the bed. "Are you playing games with me?" he roared, anger evident in his eyes. He tightened on my hands and I squeaked when he tied my wrists together with the bandage on the headpiece of the bed.
"What are you—" A rough kiss silenced me and I winced as he bit my lip. I pulled my hands but it failed and in turn, I hurt my wrists. "STOP!"
"I can give you a good fuck, doctor—in exchange for everything." His eyes pierced mine and I was scared of him. His voice had not risen but his commanding presence made my heart beat wildly out of fear. A cold hand trailed inside my shirt and I squirmed when he groped my breast. I shut my eyes, my throat unwillingly to defy him.
"My, my. You don't have to be too pushy if she's yours," a cold voice filled the room and we both turned toward the door where the same raven-haired man from yesterday stood, arms crossed. He had a smirk on his handsome face and I felt relieved in his presence. "Let go of the girl, Shin. That's not how you're taught to repay kindness."
"What are you doing here?" Nakago, or Shin, eyed the man with jaws clenched.
"You were gone for too long. All units have been deployed to find you," he explained, briefly glancing at me. "If it's just me, I won't bother looking for you. But you are…summoned." A smirk left the man's face and I glanced at Shin. He frowned and slowly stood up from the bed.
With a swagger, he scooped his bloodied shirt from the floor. My attention was caught by the big tattooed image of the dragon on his smooth back. It occupied the left, spreading from the waist until the shoulders. The image was meticulously made, every cursive line was cleanly drawn to show a white dragon. It doesn't have any color but his skin gave it a porcelain finish. I almost gasped when he turned to me, still with the stern look. The skin on his back turned as well, creating an illusion of the dragon facing me as well, and I felt cold as two pairs of blue eyes probed into mine.
"I'll come back for breakfast," he said softly. He did not wait for my answer and walked away from the bed, passing by the dark-haired man on the door. He was already out when I remembered being tied to the bed. I pulled the bandage but it did not bulge and I clenched my teeth in anger.
How dare he tie me to my own bed and almost took advantage of me in my room? After what I did to him last night, he has the gall to leave me this helpless? I bit my lip and tried to pacify my anger. If he's really Nakago—which I think he was—I will skin him alive after this incident. I shouldn't have saved him, but then operating on a shot man was easier than having a dead body on my door. He was stupid to include me in his affairs. Since we met, I have been experiencing all the bizarre and unexplainable incidences—and it was not funny anymore.
"Shin is too mean to leave you tied to the bed." My eyes widened when the raven-haired man sat down on my side to stare at my helpless state. "I'm tempted to leave you like that, though…" He smirked, a mischievous smirk.
"How did you get inside my apartment?" I asked, trying to remain composed. He slowly fingered the skin on my stomach and my muscles tightened. "Don't touch me—"
"I'm not doing anything." He placed his hand up in surrender. "Even if I want to, I won't own you until you have this…" He slowly fingered the kiss marks Shin left on my neck yesterday and gently caressed my cheek with the back of his fingers. The ties loosened and I was momentarily surprised when it fell down and my wrists were free from bondage. I sat up to find him standing at the door, in the same place he was when he walked in on us. A toothless smile spread on his face and he fingered his cheek with the same finger he touched me with, looking more intently.
Shin walked back on the room and eyed the mysterious man after he noticed my lose hands. He was already properly dressed in the same outfit I found him in last night: white bloody cloak and hat. "Did you touch her?"
"No," he responded in that monotonous tone. My cheeks brightened. "I'll see you at the House," he said before turning to walk away from the room, eyes still on her.
When he was gone, Shin sat on the bed and touched my wrists, thumbing the red marks brought by the bandage. "Don't let him get close to you. He's dangerous."
"And you're not?" I asked and I immediately regretted it when he eyed me sharply.
"I have a temper, kirei." I frowned and he gently placed my hands down. I followed it with my eyes, his hands on my skin. He has such beautiful hands but they were calloused, probably from using the gun. He slowly tucked a stray hair behind my ear and I felt warm. "If he touches you, tell me. I'll kill him." I looked up and he smirked. "It's up to you if you want to tell the police. They've been on my tail for so long it wouldn't matter."
"Who are you?" I asked, still meeting his gaze. Nakago… was he Nakago? It was all that I wanted to know. He raised an eyebrow, gazing into my eyes. Everything stopped again, the way it did last night.
"The other half of you…" He stood up and left me confused.
I was probably dazed for five minutes but the moment I realized what he meant, I immediately ran out of my room, only to find the apartment bare of them, of any signs of him. The bloodied sheet on my laundry was gone, as well as the things I used for the operation. There were no blood marks on the floor, on the walls. Nothing to prove last night happened. The hair on my back prickled when I opened the front door to check the blood he left. Nothing. If a crime had been committed, all evidence to prove so were gone.
I closed the door again; there were no signs of it being tampered. In a heartbeat, I ran back to my room where the last trace of him was left. True enough, it was still there, the crumpled sheets and the bandage on the bed. But nothing more. I sat down on the bed and sighed, rubbing my eyes. I touched the sole earring on my right lobe, the only thing Shin Jin Ten Chi Sho left for me. I got more confused. Because the other half of me, I realized before sleep consumed me, was the one I left inside the book.
My mobile phone rang a little past noon and it woke me up, my head still buzzing from oversleeping. With a groan, I stood up and looked for my phone. The ringing stopped by the time I found it in my bag and I sighed when Miaka's number appeared. She had called me 15 more times and I rubbed my temple as I called her back.
"YUI! You finally answered!" she screamed and I blinked repeatedly to wake myself.
"Moshi-moshi, Miaka. I'm sorry I just woke up. Do you need anything?"
"Guess what? Taka and I are checking the apartment today! We're wondering if you're free for lunch…" she asked and I yawned. "No need to bother if you need to rest, Yui—" she said. Miaka knew how hard my residency position was and she never forced me into a meeting.
"It's fine. I overslept today and need to move to get my blood flowing. Where do I find you?" I asked and she squealed, giving me the name of the restaurant they were in. "I'll be there in an hour. Would you order for me?" Miaka agreed. "Great, I'll see you."
I tediously walked to the bathroom afterward, taking a cold shower to fend off the sleepiness in my system. The water washed away the last remains of his blood on my skin and I was somehow relieved to be out of it. I wanted to forget about the encounter and move on with my life. I wanted to forget he existed in my world. But the marks on my neck proved otherwise. His group can take away all remnants of him in my apartment but they will never be able to erase the marks of his mouth on my skin.
It was a relief, but at the same time, disgusting. I let myself be touched by a man who refused to identify himself. I let myself be marked by someone dangerous. The image of the dragon was sketched in my head all throughout the bath, the way it moved as if it were alive, the way it looked, and the power it exuded with a stare.
"Seiryuu…" I whispered in a very low voice that drowned in the shower. "When are you going to let me go?"
I arrived at the restaurant exactly an hour after. By then, Miaka and Taka were close to finishing the meal and my order was cold. I debated with myself whether to tell them about the mysterious Shin and the resemblance he had of my former shogun. But it seemed that everytime I was close to divulging the information about him, something inside me stops me from doing so. It was as if another Yui existed in my body, urging me to stop and protect him. It was like the book all over again, when I'm fighting with another me.
"When are you moving?" I asked and Miaka smiled wide.
"Next week, Yui. We have to schedule a shopping day for my baby," she said and I smiled back. Taka smiled as well and I turned my attention on him.
"What case are you into nowadays?" I asked. Taka belonged to a police investigation body. "Miaka said you're running after a group or something."
"Oh, about that." He leaned on the table and looked around. " I'm running after Japan's biggest yakuza organization."
"Yakuza? I didn't know they still exist…" I said. I was the least interested about Taka's cases since they're top secret anyway. But the mere fact that he was telling me about it, intrigued me a bit.
"They've been inactive for the longest time. I heard the leader's sick. But very limited police reports indicate movements within Shinjuku." He took a coffee and sipped it slowly. "The clues are diverse and the dates are not consistent—but the old signs are there. It seems that they're back in business."
"What business?" I asked. Now I cannot hide the curiosity on my face.
"Illegal acquisition of top-class firearms. They're supplying weapons to various groups both here and abroad. They created some sort of firearms monopoly in Asia." He leaned back on the chair, voice still low. Miaka and I followed his every movement. "According to reports, it's being led by two people, two factions. Both aiming to get leadership of the organization."
"I don't understand. Why would they fight over a group?"
"I told you, it's the biggest yakuza in Japan. The most prominent people belong to the organization. They get billions of dollars for every transaction," Taka explained and I nodded. "The leader's sick and there's no direct heir. Heard the daughter's not capable of leading the group." Taka leaned again on the table. "I heard they're having a competition on who she'll marry and inherit leadership. Some sort of business marriage, black market style."
"It sounds dangerous, Taka. Are you sure you should be pursuing such a dangerous case?" I asked and Miaka smiled sadly at my direction.
"It's the first case I handled when I entered the service, Yui. We think now's the best time to completely dismantle the group, now that there's a succession problem." I nodded and finished my coffee. "You might be surprised I'm telling you this."
I laughed lightly. "Yeah, you're usually very secretive about your job." Taka laughed and he wrapped an arm around Miaka's shoulder.
"If something happens to me… you two will stay strong huh?" he said and my eyes widened. I was about to speak when he smiled. "This is by far the most dangerous case I've been given Yui. Everything is at stake here." Coldness ran through my spine and I shook my head.
"Taka—"
"When duty calls, I have to answer. You know that more than I do." I placed my cup down and I stared at the dark liquid. "When someone knocks on your door, bloodied, you don't think twice, you pull him to you apartment and save him." I closed my eyes as the memories of the previous night trailed through my thoughts. "It's the same with me, Yui. This is the least I could do for my child."
I bit my lip and met his gaze. I was controlling my tears from falling because if I cry, Miaka will cry. She was strong to take everything lightly and to still manage to smile. "No, the best you could do for your baby… is to stay alive."
Miaka smiled and Taka nodded. "Thank you, Yui…" It was Miaka. I realized, as I looked at her, that the least I could do was to voice out her apprehension. We were both hurting; she from the impeding situation while mine was from a previous meeting.
"One more thing, Yui. Could you tell me if you've seen any suspicious men lurking around Shinjuku?" Taka asked and I looked back, surprised. Miaka made a sound of protest but Taka spoke again. "You're in a hospital so you meet lots of people everyday. And they take their clothes off in front of you."
"Taka?"
"The group has a mark in all their members—a dragon," he said and my eyes widened. "It's usually very small and found in the chest area so it's hard to see. I was told the two leaders have their marks on their backs," he said and I accidentally pushed my cup, the coffee spilling over the table.
My eyes widened when I saw, not the dark liquid, but blood. "Yui, are you alright?" I blinked and stared back at the couple. I pulled the napkin and wiped my arms from the hot liquid that briefly burned my skin. Like his touch. Shin's touch. It burns.
"I'm fine. What were you saying, Taka?" I looked up to him and Taka pulled another napkin to wipe the coffee on the table cloth, preventing it from spilling further.
"The two leaders have a dragon on their backs," he said as he continued to wipe the coffee. "Reports say they have different dragons, one has it in white while the other was black. And the source said one can identify it from the others because it covers half the back."
My eyes widened. "Any other color?" I asked, my heart hammering hard.
"Blue…" Taka met my stares. "The dragon has piercing blue eyes."
A/N:Whoops! Not much exciting things happening in this chapter. I didn't get to re-read this so I'm sorry if there are grammar lapses. Hope you like this chappie! :D
