Title: Loyalties from the Side without Light
Warning/s: BL (need I say more?), characters are pretty much out of it (yep, they're really OOC in here, it is in an AU after all), crack pair ahead, very, very slight violence and gore (Sorry, the sadist in me won the argument), a bit of language (I'm not really one to curse…much)
Disclaimer: I disclaim. The characters I used here belong to their respective creator and I own nothing aside from the crazy plot of this tiny fanfic I wrote (or typed for the matter).
A/N: I am really really glad that there are still people who are reading this.. gosh thank you all so much!
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Chapter 1: Consequences of a Broken Rule
The sun had risen, lighting up the world below with its warm glow, greeting everyone with the promise of a beautiful day. Most of the people in the city were already awake, preparing themselves to face the new day, enjoying the feel of the sun's gentle rays bathing their forms. The sun's warm and wondrous beauty was clearly appreciated by almost everyone.
In a particular mansion however, the sun's brightness was not allowed to shine. The dark drapes hanging over the glass windows blocked the sun's warm light, making it obvious that the owner of the house was not really fond of the gigantic flaming ball, in fact, the only source of light inside the book-filled room was from the lone chandelier hanging at the middle of the ceiling.
The mansion's owner, Dashan, was at the moment sitting comfortably on the cushioned chair inside the library, waiting for his servants to announce that the person he was supposed to meet that day had arrived. He was holding the daily newspaper lazily in front of his eyes, green orbs scanning the headline with an expression of utmost boredom. The noble's free hand was gently running through his bodyguard's hair, absentmindedly playing with the wild yet soft dark green strands as Kyoya sat on the carpeted floor, his head resting comfortably on the noble's lap. The scene was undeniably peaceful, the pleasant silence not to mention the dim orange light from the crystal chandelier hitting the two relaxed figures added more effect to the serene atmosphere present within the place.
"The news today is not very interesting." The noble commented, his voice breaking the silence that had settled between him and his most trusted follower.
Blue eyes blinked as Kyoya lifted his head, glancing up at his sire with a questioning look, noticing that Dashan's hand was still toying gently with his hair. "Hmmm? Why is it so?"
Dashan looked down to face Kyoya, his eyes revealing the fondness he had for the other. "It's about the assassination that happened a week ago." The noble replied, setting the newspaper down on top of the nearby desk, his other hand not leaving Kyoya's hair. "The headline said that the police was trying so hard to find a lead about the crime."
"It's no use trying." Kyoya told his sire in a low voice. "They should just give up. It's pointless. They would never find out who was behind everything"
Dashan smirked, "The criminals made sure of that, did they not?"
"They always make sure of that." Kyoya replied with a hint of confidence, resting his head back on top of his sire's lap.
The noble merely nodded as he lightly threaded his fingers on Kyoya's silken strands, green eyes momentarily flicking over the open newspaper placed innocently atop the desk, the bold-faced font of the headline clearly readable from where he was seated. "But of course." He stated simply, leaning back on the chair as he waited for the arrival of his special guest.
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It was a few hours later when both Dashan and Kyoya found themselves walking towards the main door of the mansion, prepared to greet their visitor who was just getting off his carriage. Once out of the carriage, their visitor, a nobleman from the south who looks to be about fifty years old or so, immediately approached Dashan.
"Good day, boy." The older man greeted, his black eyes shining with a hint of hidden mockery as he bowed down a bit, taking off his top hat only to have his graying hair revealed to the younger. "I apologize for being so late. I feel really bad for the delay in my arrival." The baron said in a voice that clearly shows he was not sorry at all, not even bothering to explain why his arrival had been delayed.
"Good day to you as well, sir." Dashan greeted back with faked politeness—an act he had perfected years ago—ignoring the term used by the baron to address him, opting instead to just play along with the older noble. "You also do not have to apologize at all." He stated before adding, "However, if it makes you feel a little better, I accept your apology." The younger of the two said, his words having the same sincerity as the baron's apology.
Dashan exchanged a few more words of faked pleasantries with their visitor before inviting the other inside, taking note of how relived the older man looked now that he would soon be safe from the sun's rays. The young noble then led the baron towards the direction of the library, momentarily stopping to ask one of his servants to bring them something to drink before walking once more. Not paying attention to the baron's continuous blabbering, Dashan glanced behind him, looking over to where his bodyguard was walking silently and observing their guest in a manner so unobtrusive. And based from the calculating and wary look present upon Kyoya's cornflower blue eyes, the younger noble knew that Kyoya already had his senses on full alert, ready for everything and anything that may even remotely threaten his safety and him in general. Dashan let out a discreet smile, silently appreciating all the things Kyoya had been doing and was still doing for him, his mind venturing to the thought that maybe he didn't need his own sword anymore. The young noble purposely halted his thoughts upon realizing that they have already reached their destination, holding the heavy door of the library open for the baron in a show of false courteousness.
Once inside the library, the baron didn't even bother to wait for the younger noble to offer him a seat as he immediately took one on the luxurious cushioned chair, instantly crossing his legs in an arrogant manner. Dashan raised an elegant eyebrow, obviously displeased with the baron's action, noticing that Kyoya was in the same boat as he was. However, despite of his displeasure, the young noble opted to remain silent, taking his own seat across the baron in a much more refined way. Right after both noble was seated, they began their conversation, exchanging their wide knowledge about politics. From where he stood behind his sire, Kyoya listened, watching as Dashan attempted to make the older nobleman extremely comfortable before he finally got to the real point of why he had invited the baron in the first place. So far, the blue-eyed man noted, Dashan's tactic was working rather smoothly; the baron was starting to lower his guard down, relaxing in the presence of the younger as they joked around.
Their friendly conversation, however, was cut off by the sudden knock on the library's door followed by the maid's voice asking for permission to enter, something that the younger noble granted without a second thought. Upon entering, the maid hurriedly placed two cups, one filled with coffee and the other with tea, on top of the center table. After setting down the plate that holds the best kind of pastry, the maid gave a low bow before heading out. And once the maid left, the baron uttered something that caused Dashan's eyes to transform into something akin to sharp daggers.
"So lad, where did you find that boy behind you?" The baron inquired taking a sip of the hot beverage, his voice laced with both the tone of interest and jesting as he gestured over to where Kyoya stood. "Did you buy him from one of those filthy slave markets where most nobles got their toys?" He continued to speak, failing to notice the sudden shift in the younger's posture as he placed the porcelain cup of coffee back on the table. "He's such a beauty too. Maybe you could give him to me when you finally get tired of playing with him. I bet he will be a really wonderful addition to my collection." The baron added, as he leered at Kyoya, taking in the blue-eyed man's appearance from head to toe. "I would gladly take him off your hands in exchange of a hundred gold pieces, or more if you would like, just say so." The older of the two offered, coaxing Dashan to agree with his bargain, making it obvious that he really was interested in making the green haired man one of his playthings. "How does that sound, hmm lad?"
The baron was answered by a cold, sharp metal placed threateningly near his throat; Dashan's angered form dangerously looming over him. The older man swallowed thickly, wondering what kind of host would point a sword on the throat of their guest. The baron was really surprised at the sudden aggressiveness the younger acquired. He couldn't put into place how someone so calm can turn into something so terrifying. However, the baron was not the only one who was shocked at Dashan's action. Kyoya was surprised as well; however, his astonishment was more inclined towards Dashan drawing out his sword for the first time than on the fact that his sire actually threatened their visitor, throwing everything he did to get the other comfortable out of the window. Sure, Dashan always had his sword with him, but this was the first time since that incident that the metal blade left its sheath.
"How does my sword cutting open your throat sound to you?" Dashan asked coldly, his voice deadly and hostile as he stared down at the frightened baron. He was trying his hardest to be patient with the baron and not do anything towards the older but he finally had enough. No one, absolutely no one, was allowed to talk about Kyoya like that much less look at him in such a manner, not in front of Dashan, especially not in front of Dashan. It was the unspoken rule that had been established in the mansion after the last person who had said the same thing about Kyoya had been kicked out of the house, quite literally too. Dashan's blood boiled in range, ready to show his guest what could… would happen to anyone who dared to talk about Kyoya like he was some kind of plaything. It may be true that the baron was a guest in the mansion and for the same reason, he totally had no idea that such a rule exist thus he was supposed to be exempted from the consequences of his words, however, Dashan was never one to give exemptions nor considerations.
"H-hey… I was only jesting!" The older man said hastily, trying to make amends with the clearly ticked off noble as he tried to push the sword away from his throat, letting out a nervous laugh.
"Is that really the truth?" Dashan inquired, pushing his sword forward some more, his voice still in its menacing state. "Because I was fairly certain that you sounded so serious just a few minutes ago."
"It's true!" The baron squeaked, silently taking note to never speak lasciviously about the green-haired youth again. "I was joking. I'm so sorry if I offended you." The older apologized, this time, he actually sounded sincere as he noticed Dashan's already narrowed eyes narrow some more.
Dashan, feeling disgust towards the pathetic acts of the baron, moved his sword away from the older man, deciding that the carpet was too expensive to have the baron's blood spilled on it. His green eyes remained dangerous looking though, not even looking away from the baron as he sheathed the deadly blade. "Let this be a reminder to you, I never take any joke, no matter how light, about my most trusted companion flippantly." Dashan's statement was laced with venom, daring the baron to try his patience once more.
Still nervous, the baron shrunk further on his seat, as if doing so would save him from the boy, monster before him. "I u-understand, my joke was out of line. Forgive me."
Then, Dashan did something that astonished the baron, so much that he gaped like a goldfish. The young noble smiled…innocently. The murderous look upon his eyes was nowhere to be found, replaced by some sort of unexplainable gleefulness. "Good." The younger said as his smile grew bigger. "Now that you understand, we should probably start talking about the real reason why I invited you here." Dashan declared, walking back towards his own seat before sitting down with a kind of gracefulness only he possesses, his eyes not forgetting to take a glimpse at Kyoya who was looking at him with gratefulness. To be completely honest, Dashan wanted to tell Kyoya that there was no need for him to be grateful, that he wouldn't allow anyone to say awful things towards the blue-eyed man. But Dashan was aware that doing so would reveal way too much, and he couldn't risk that, at least not in front of a potential enemy. So instead the young noble focused his attention to the still shaking baron. "I'll get straight to the point with you now. I no longer intend to lengthen our conversation further, for if I do, I'm afraid that I'll die of boredom and that wouldn't be so pleasant, would it?" Dashan stated, his eyes staring straight at the baron. "The real reason why I asked for your presence is because I want a favor from you."
"A favor?" The baron questioned, sounding as if he had heard it wrong. "What favor?"
"I'm fairly certain it's not something you cannot handle." Dashan begun, reaching over to where his tea cup was placed. "I just want you to gather information about him."
"Him?" The baron tilted his head slightly, suddenly becoming guarded, a change that Dashan didn't fail to miss. "Who are you—"
"Do not play dumb." Dashan cut off the baron's question sharply, his eyes narrowing once again. "You and I are both aware that you perfectly know who I was talking about. You are, after all, one of his dogs."
"I really have no idea who you are talking about!" The elder spoke loudly, trying his best to convince Dashan.
With a blank face, Dashan tossed a small pouch in front of the baron, the tiny bag producing a clinking sound upon connecting with the table. "A hundred gold pieces as a down payment for the favor I'm asking you." The young noble begun, watching the conflicting emotions flashing within the eyes of the older man, confident that the baron wouldn't be able to resist his offer. "Do it properly and I'll double it, triple even if I'm pleased enough."
Greedily the baron grabbed the pouch, holding it possessively to his chest. "I'll do it!" He suddenly exclaimed, not even looking at Dashan anymore, his whole attention was already stolen by the small bag.
Kyoya was observing the exchange between his sire and the other noble, noting the familiar look his sire's green eyes suddenly acquired. Kyoya sighed, shaking his head a bit; the baron's days were numbered. He just knew it. And his thoughts were proven right when he saw Dashan's lips curved up into a smirk he knew so well, a smirk that clearly conveys how someone's blood will be spilled soon.
A while later, the baron finally said his goodbye before hurrying out of the room, almost skipping out of the library as he held the pouch tightly. Once Kyoya deemed the baron far enough, he finally spoke.
"When?" Kyoya asked his sire, not even bothering to elaborate, knowing full well that Dashan knew what he meant.
"Tonight. He's useless, that much I can tell. He wouldn't be of any help." The young noble answered flatly. "I could not believe I wasted so much time with someone who was no good." Dashan shook his head with distaste, the tone of his voice laced with anger. "Someone like him does not deserve to see the light of the day." He declared, still fuming inwardly from what the baron had previously said about Kyoya. "He had broken one of the two unspoken rules I have created. No one gets away from breaking any of my rules. People who talks about you like you're some kind of disposable toy was not allowed to continue living in this world." The noble added in a whisper, his hands reaching out to carefully pull Kyoya towards him.
Kyoya let out a soft, contented smile as he was pulled to sit on Dashan's lap. "Thank you." He mumbled quietly, leaning back on the warmth that was his sire.
"Don't mention it." The noble replied with the same low volume, encircling his arms around the form of the other, both of them anticipating another blood-filled night.
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A/N: …Okay… that was really hard to write -sweat drops-… (Please tell me I'm not digging my own grave by writing about this pairing.) I really tried to make the scenes between Dashan and Kyoya—which was very limited—work and be somewhat sweet... (I hope I did alright) Oh, and for the record Dashan and Kyoya are not together in here…yet…but they kind of act like they are, don't they?
Anyway, I once again apologize for any grammar mistakes and spelling errors that you've encountered.
Uhm… tell me how I did?
Thank you for reading and until next time!