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"He's not going to make it."
"Those beautiful and mesmerizing eyes won't be seeing the light of today or the next."
Words slurred in his head, painfully pounding in a swirling motion. He needed to break away, this had to stop before he went mad. Who was not going to make it? Whose eyes were never going to see the daylights again? Who?
Questions bounced and slammed into the inner walls of his mind, creating unmeasurable pain. So many questions with such misleading answers...it couldn't be him who was suffering. He never was in agony. A hundred, no, a thousand, no, more...So many voices chanting, whispering, screaming at him and come once more the waves of pain splitting his head in halves.
His head was spinning, round and round it went like a wheel of fortune. Never ending till he broke out of this madness...but how?
"I think Nakago's never going to wake up. He's been asleep since five years ago."
Who was the poor man who was in sleep for so long? Who was suffering in coma? Oh god, oh Seiryuu...He was not afraid, he was...uncertain. He needed to get out of the madness before it consumed his entire being into the abyss. As he viciously fought his way from drowning into the sorrowful empty abyss...
"Even so, he still look as beautiful as before. Not a single stray strand, he's so beautiful like a Greek God...Apollo."
Nakago...? Bless the soul of this Aureate not being able to wak-!
Realization hit home. His heart pounded quicker than it ever had in the last five years. Blood coursed faster and faster through his veins, threatening to burst many of his arteries. Frustrated buzzing sound of the rushing blood filled his ears, blocking the sounds of those irritating beeping machines. His lungs huffed desperately as he took huge gulps of air as if he were a fish thrown out of the water forcefully.
He was Nakago!
Which means...who was in his room?
Suddenly the mad swirling darkness dissapitated, allowing him to see blur images. Sure, the room or place seemed vaguely familiar. Flinching and grimacing, he twisted himself carefully to avoid those extremely taut muscles from cramping up. After much attempts, Nakago finally peeked painfully and sleepily through his long-lashed crystal eyes. What greeted him was a suspiciously friendly face.
"Welcome back boss..." the man grinned sheepishly as he moved away from the bed to fetch a glass of drink, "Welcome back to the world of the living!"
Nakago pressed two fingers onto the center of his forehead and focused all of his remaining energies to clear the fog. "What happened?" his voice was still hoarse from not being used for years. His lips cracked and his rough tongue brushed against the inner walls of his mouth. God, he felt like a dead returning back to life. "Who are you?"
"Who else if not your loyal subordinate, Hayomi? Hayomi Sosuke." the foreign man tilted his head inquiringly as he narrowed his gaze onto his boss', "Your best spy."
Nakago hid his face in his palms and groaned. Why couldn't he remember a thing? Sure he knew bits but it was not enough...it would never be enough until he met that person. Until he reminded that person of the promise. As he continued being frustrated with a memory loss, Hayomi handed him a glass of cold water.
The such desirable liquid tickled down his throat, moistening the dry lips. "We were caught in a crossfire with the Organization and the Police. You stalled time for us to escape successfully but unfortunately, you were shot in various points." Hayomi recounted the story and the vision started to form before Aureate who stared at him incredulously. Pieces were starting to fall and memories were returning. He can only hope it would return soon rather than later.
"Kai Rayleight found your bloodied body near a sewage drain. Your lower body was submerged in the waters. That night of the crossfire was the last night we saw you awake. Since then, you've been asleep for five years going six." Hayomi continued, nodding his head as if to tick all of the important information, "We had the best doctors and surgeons but none could heal the scar on your left chest."
At this point, Nakago unbuttoned his shirt clumsily, due to stiff fingers, and saw the large scar. It seemed as if he was stabbed viciously. Dead skin outlined the ugly scar that ran across his left chest, marking out his heart. Whoever did it must have been his equal if not stronger.
"I'd kill the bastard who scarred you," Kai, a green eyed and long silvered hair man, snarled quietly as he narrowed his eyes dangerously on the ugly scar, "at your permission, of course." After that, Kai went down to one knee and bowed in respect. He'd rather taint his hands than allow his boss to dirty his. These kind of bastards who dirty the skin of the beautiful had to be punished...punished severely.
"Beautiful. Just beautiful," sarcasm ran deep in Aureate's deep Shakespearean voice, "There's no need to taint your hands for this one, Assassin. I'd like to personally thank the daredevil."
Cold cruelty danced in those icy blue eyes that chilled Hayomi and Kai. After five long years, The Sadist was still very much alive. It was only lying dormant within the comatose body, just waiting for the time to spring into action. Acquiring knowledge that the Sadist was still alive paralyzed even the assassin...what about seeing the Sadist live?
A knock. A turn of head and a startled gasp."Boss, the Godfather wishes an audience," another fellow subordinate bowed in respect, going down to one knee, "I'm beyond pleased to know of your revival, Boss!" Joy was unmistakeable in those 'innocent' green eyes. After all, it was the day they had been waiting since the night of betrayal.
"Sadist, welcome back," an old man with silvered temples smirked and clapped his hands together, "I have need for your skills. Will you accept, Aureate?" The old man was dressed wealthy, too wealthy in fact. In a full suit, with an acceptable number of bodyguards, the old man looked intimidating enough.
"And what is it that you request of me? You're hardly the sort to beat about the bush," Nakago spoke so softly and politely, it was dangerous. Those piercing watchful blue eyes spoke a different tale from the polite tone but the Godfather was far from feeling the slightest fear.
"I have need for your skills in acting. I want you to find and destroy all data about the Organization," Godfather continued and saw Nakago rolling his eyes in boredom, "Shiren, the computer genius, can't infiltrate their computer data. I need those data gone before those pesky Police come after us."
"That just means Shiren has been demoted," Nakago sighed and gulped a mouthful of fresh water. Still in bed, he turned his back on the Godfather to look outside the full-length window. "What's in for me?"
"I'd never ask a favor from you again. It's a promise. You have my code of honor attached to it."
"Your code of honor? I didn't know you had such a thing." Cruel laughter that was unable to be suppressed burst out of Nakago. In fits of giggling, he continued, "I refuse such a lame task, Godfather."
If the Godfather heard those sarcastic remarks, he didn't show. Impressive. "If I told you a lady's life is at ris-"
"For five years I've been in coma, you expect me to be aroused?" Nakago faced his boss incredulously. It was absurd to think the least. "My sexual desire has long died and so did my organs."
"You're still very much a child, Naka-"
"A child?" Nakago's voice deepened, causing men to feel slightly aroused, "Is that a tinge of pink colouring on your cheeks, Godfather?" The Sadist rose from his bed, strolled with feline grace towards the old man. Every step was masked with extreme grace that was foreign to most humans. Smiling maliciously, the Sadist walked closer.
Everyone's breadth held tight. None daring to breathe to break the silence. "Na-Na-Naka...go?" Godfather called, pain extremely evident in his voice. In a split second, his voice had turned hoarse from holding his breath tightly. A finger traced the line of his buttons mischievously and a helpless whimper escaped.
"You really flushing Godfather," the Sadist slurred in his deep, arousing voice that caused a tightening on the loins on the old man, "Is it getting to you? Is it enough?" Concern and cruelty ran deep in the sharp angular face. Their faces now, only inches apart, was close enough for the Godfather to breathe in the musky scent of the Sadist. Leaning his neck, the Sadist exhaled hotly on the neck of the old man. Heat prickled on his skin, sensual and hot.
"No...no...it's not enough," he whimpered and moaned helplessly. The Sadist had trapped him within sensual illusions, "I'm hurting. Release me, Sadist."
A wide, evil smirk stretched across his handsome face. A finger traced the side of the prey's face. His fingertips burning every single area it brushed against. "You're at my mercy?" A nod and the Sadist pulled his hand back, getting a groan in reply. Turning his back, Nakago returned to his bed and looked amused.
"Was it beautiful, Godfather?" Nakago smiled gently as he fingered the rim of his glass, watching the Godfather carefully, "You loved it, didn't you?" The fury that ran and reflected in those black-coal eyes were enough as an answer. There was not a single soul who could deny and fight against such a force. Rich, poor, young, old, men or women...All of them succumbed to the force wielded by Aureate. Not one had been able to say 'no'. Not one had been able to successfully escape the torture. It was tantalizing sort of torture.
"You're the only one who can save this Organization," the Godfather continued, his voice barely a whisper. People usually took an extremely long time to recover from such a blissful experience even for someone like the Godfather who had been with Nakago since 15 years ago.
"Change of topic?" A light chuckle. It was understanding to know someone would change the topic after being assaulted and teased. "It'll be my final assignment." The Godfather nodded in agreement. Someone as powerful, rich and handsome as Aureate would want to settle down at 30. After all, at 30, he had to have children to carry on his legacy-to learn his art as a Sadist.
After the Godfather left, all of Aureate's underlings entered. All were more than happy to see him awake. "It may be your last assignment but we'll serve you forever." Yes, he had eternal friends. Now onto his last assignment before his story could finally begin. Oh he can't wait...Once the assignment was over, he would see that person...Take what belonged to him and begin his life...
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