Konnichiwa!
I'm so damn sorry I haven't been updating! My dad took away my phone and I couldn't even have the decency to write the chapters out! IM SO SORRY OH GOSH ASDFGHJKL *smacks head on table* But anyways, here's another chapter! (I bet you'd be like, ABOUT TIME! *rages*)
Anyway.
My dad confiscated my phone so that I could actually study, but that ain't stopping me! I'll try my best to think up of the plot and rush the chapter in into my phone when I get it back in the mornings! So please forgive me got not being active, I feel guilty as well, yeah. So I'm finally back with another chapter and I hope you guys will like it! ^^
This is dedicated to Mama Shiwafuri Ai :]
WARNING: This contains yaoi and prostitution so if you're against either one of these, well, you know the drill.
Golden Flower
Pairings involved : mainly AoKise (no promises lol)
Summary:
Kise, having been sold as a prostitute a few years ago, is now practically living like an alive corpse, and always gets "abused" by his boss. Will his life ever change when his childhood friend steps into his thin thread of his entire life? Or would his flame flicker out?
DISCLAIMER: If I had owned KnB, I'd be making Kise a chibi dog already :3
This story is 100% original, and any resemblance to this story is just coincidence. So please don't flag me or report or anything, I'll be like so damn sad :'(
Chapter 8: Sinister Future
Akashi Seijuro strutted into his room in his scarlet red silken yukata, his face showing a troubled expression. Honestly, where was Kuroko when Haizaki needed him? What would happen if the boss had placed a heavy punishment on his partner-in-job?
He wouldn't know how to take responsibility.
"Come in," the smooth yet salty voice of the boss wafted through the door gaps as the red-haired prostitute knocked on the door. With a soft groan, the door creaked open to reveal Haizaki, seated at his mahogany desk, with little brown-haired Sakurai trembling ever so slightly on his lap. The chocolate-haired teen was dressed in a soft caramel-coloured yukata, the edges of it already drooping down from his shoulder blades. Yet Akashi did not falter even the slightest at this sickening sight; it was perfectly normal for the white-haired male to have a companion with him every once in a while.
Or probably too often in a while.
"Haizaki." Ruby eyes stared intently at the smirking boss. "You called for me?"
"Yes, indeed..." He gave the timid prostitute a small nip on the ear, smiling in triumph as he did so, which earned him a mad blush of red from the latter. "You can go now," he purred in Sakurai's shaking ear.
"Y-y-yes! I'm so sorry!" In a few moments, his body vanished in a brown blur as he exited the room hurriedly. The office became eerily quiet as Akashi stood, staring intently at the arrogant boss.
The silence was so deafening.
"Why did you ask me to come?" he immediately said as he broke the silence, cutting to the chase. "If you have nothing for me, you're just wasting my time, Haizaki." As he turned his heel around, which made his body pivot a half circle in turn, he could sense Haizaki raising a hand as he stood up with a thunderous dragging noise of the chair.
"Wait."
Turning back to where he was initially facing, the crimson-eyed male frowned intensely at the white-haired brothel boss. Now what?
It was at that time he noticed a familiar-looking body sprawled on the couch. Dressed in a badly torn white shirt, ripped blue denim jeans, and shining blonde hair, now disheveled in dullness. His eyes widened in absolute shock at the sight surrounding the blonde escapee. Crisp blood, glowing a blinding scarlet under the lights, painted the magenta-coloured carpeted floor in messy splatters, along with some small almost-unnoticeable trails of release. Facing Haizaki with a straight, solemn face, his eyes were fuelled with pure anger.
"What did you do to Ryouta?"
"Oh, nothing much," the white-haired male shrugged. "I just merely fucked the sense into him." He smirked as he watched the red-eyed prostitute furiously grit his teeth as he balled his fist tightly. "And don't try to hit me, Akashi," Haizaki added. "You're famous amongst the women; you don't want news hitting your very own boss escalating through the public, right?"
"Shut the fuck up, Haizaki," the crimson-haired male snarled ferociously. "You know Daiki could be somewhere around, and yet you still did this to Ryouta."
Dark grey-irised eyes widened to the size of dinner plates for a split second, before another grin of sadism emerged. "I did not do anything." Haizaki said calmly. "I was just merely teaching Kise who he rightfully belongs to. How did you know about Aomine, by the way?" he added with a slightly faltering smile.
"I could hear his voice, and saw him when he first came. You underestimate me too much, Haizaki."
"So you heard him go into Kise's room. I must say, you really have an impressive hearing. I'm glad you are one of my workers."
"Don't classify me, plus Ryouta and Tetsuya, with this whole pile of shit!" Akashi hissed. "You were the one who forced me to work in this hellhole. You were the one who dragged us into this maniacal plan of yours. You, are the one who made us suffer."
"True," the brothel boss hummed. "It was certainly hard to make those little kittens work for me, but of course they saw sense and - "
"You bastard." The red prostitute bared his teeth in fury. "You forced all of us to work here. Have you no shame?"
"I was being merely kind, offering a job to them," the white-haired male rebutted. "I spent huge sums to get them into my reach, and they voluntarily accepted to work for me."
"You mean you forced them into submission."
"... Are you sure you should be saying this, Akashi? When you are actually one of them?" Haizaki let out a loud chortle of triumph and waved his hand as he watched the ruby-orbed male raise his fist impulsively.
"You - !"
"Listen, if you don't want me to torture you and your little friends, then do what I say." All of a sudden, the atmosphere between both of them intensified with pure anger. Seething with anger, Akashi had no choice but to lower his hand. He did not want to get his ex-teammates into trouble...
Not when they have suffered enough.
"... Fine..."
"Right, that's a good boy. Now," the boss started. "Since Kuroko does not seem to be around, again, I want you to take my cute little blonde kitten back, please."
"... As you wish."
He could have sworn he heard Kuroko's voice from the pipes.
Ruby eyes sparkled with sheer shock as he caught sight of Kuroko and Aomine squatting in a corner, just before the now open pipe entrance, its door plus nails lying dead onto the ground. He blinked for a few times, to make sure he was not hallucinating or anything, before clearing his throat.
"I knew it, Tetsuya."
"Sorry, Akashi-kun," Kuroko began softly. "I... I knew you could hear me from the vent pipes in Haizaki's office. You came not too long later; I heard the door opening."
"Even though I made sure I opened it really slowly so that its opening would be softer?" He stared incredulously at the smaller prostitute in amazement. "... You're really good, Tetsuya." He then laid his eyes on Aomine, who was nervously staring at his ex-captain, his knees drawn to his chest. "And what are you doing here, Daiki?"
"Akashi... Don't tell me you're a victim of Haizaki as well?"
"Sadly true."
"... I don't... believe it..." Sapphire irises grew smaller as the tan basketball player's sharp eyes enlarged with bewilderment.
"It's the truth, Daiki. Anyway, what brings you here? And Tetsuya," he frowned as he shot a troubled expression at the said smaller male. "Haizaki's been looking for you."
"I know; he always does."
A sigh. "And you always run off to somewhere we both don't know."
"I'm here to let Aomine-kun see Kise-kun," Kuroko answered with a stoic expression.
Speaking of Kise, Aomine suddenly burst out. "Akashi, is Kise okay!?" This made the cyan-eyed male look slightly taken aback, but nevertheless the said prostitute smiled reassuringly, but there was a slight twitch.
"Yeah, he's safe... for now."
"... 'For now'? Wh-what do you mean...?"
The scarlet-dressed male sighed. "For now, Kise's safe, but knowing that he is undeniably one of Haizaki's toys, there is no knowledge of what would happen next. Haizaki might sexually abuse him to the point of insanity for good." The news of Haizaki's probable actions sank into Aomine horribly, making his mouth agape with utter shock.
His heart skipped a beat. "... It can't be... Kise..."
Aomine brought his hands to his horrified face, unable to accept what was about to come. Akashi could only walk over and hold out his hand. "Hey, Daiki," he started. "Wanna see Kise...?"
"What?"
"I was going to bring Kise in."
He then motioned for the basketball ace to stand up. It was then the sapphire-eyed male noticed that just behind Akashi was a small portable mattress, with a sleeping bruised Kise lying on it. Noticing the cuts, the bruises and the tears, Aomine could not help but reach out and caress the unconscious prostitute's tear-stained cheek, while letting a tear silently roll down his own tanned cheek.
"I'm gonna let him lie down for a but in my room for a while since it was the closest to Haizaki's office." Aomine clenched his teeth forcefully at the sound of the white-haired bastard's name. He shot a glance at the sleeping blonde and leant in closer to him, resting his hand on the prostitute's pale, mark-marred wrist.
"You've gone through a lot..."
The clock had burned away the snail time that was slowly crawling past history. The moon shone so brightly while hung up high in the air.
Aomine could remember the moon was shining ever this brightly, when he first reunited with Kise in his room. He could never forget the fear that had been instilled into his brother.
"Haizaki will pay for this," he thought fiercely while gripping onto Kise's hand tightly.
The lights were blaring on, while Akashi was busy tending to Kuroko's injuries attained from the rough trip outside. "You must be more careful, Tetsuya."
"Yes, Akashi-kun. I will be more cautious from now on."
Amongst the cuts and bruises on the blonde's pallid face, the tanned basketball player could distinctly make out thin damp streaks of wetness running along his cheeks, shining dimly under the lights. He felt a twitch in his heart; how could he let this happen? If he had kept a closer watch, if he had been more careful as to not let Kise get taken away, if he had...
Crystalline tears of sorrow began to steadily trickle down his face. He leant in and wrapped his arms around the slightly smaller frame of the prostitute. "I should have never let this happen to you, Kise... It was all my fault that this happened..." he sobbed softly in Kise's ear.
"... Aomine... cchi...?"
He felt a soft rustle of movements as the initially sleeping male stirred back to consciousness. As the azure-eyed man pulled back, he saw Kise's eyes fluttering open to reveal topaz irises full of fatigue and tears of anguish. Akashi and Kuroko, who seemed to have noticed the blonde's awakening as well, immediately clambered over to Aomine's side.
"Kise-kun," Kuroko smiled. "You're okay!"
"Yeah, Kurokocchi... but... I..." Tears began spilling out furiously as Kise squeezed his midnight blue-haired brother's hand hard. "I..." he tried to speak.
"I'm sorry I let this happen to me," he choked out as he fixed his gaze on Aomine. The player then took him in an affectionate embrace, gently running his hand in the prostitute's silky blonde locks, even though they were matted with blood.
"It's okay," he whispered. "I'll make sure Haizaki will not get to you ever again. Kise, can you stand up on your own?" In response to this question, Kise then tried his very best to independently shift his abdomen up, but even the slightest movement had already caused him to be filled with yet another wave of fatigue.
"It seems that Haizaki violated Ryouta to the point where he cannot move on his own," Akashi pointed out.
"... Dammit!"
Aomine seriously hated Haizaki, he hated him for his evil deeds, and he hated him for what he had done... to Kise...
"I'll bring Kise to the hospital!" he yelled out.
"Are you sure you won't be... interjected by Haizaki's men? They surround the entire place, as if this dratted place is a prison. Well, it is, actually," the scarlet-haired male added hastily as he laid his eyes on Aomine, who was standing up and facing him.
"I'd rather die then leave Kise alone!" All of a sudden...
BANG!
Aomine felt a sharp pain shooting up his arm. He collapsed onto the floor as he winced in agony, slapping a hand onto the origin of the pain. He felt something sticky, and an unpleasant smell filled his nostrils instantly.
The metallic smell of crimson blood.
Akashi, Kuroko and Kise looked extremely horrified to see their white-haired boss standing at the doorway. "Tch," Haizaki frowned as he stood by the doorway, a sleek ebony black gun hoisted in his hand. "I missed."
The tanned male, upon realising his appearance, widened his eyes in shock. His body shook violently as he watched Haizaki pointing his gun at him once again, this time fuelled with confidence that he would hit the heart.
"My, my, Aomine Daiki," he smirked. "I thought trespassing into my grounds was against the rules. What was so... important that you had to break the rules of my harem?"
"You bitch!" Aomine screamed hoarsely. "I won't let you take Kise!"
"Oh, is that so?" He positioned his firearm, about to pull the trigger. "I'll teach you what is right, and what is wrong then, Daiki."
Aomine shut his eyes tightly, expecting for the pain to come.
BANG!
But, there was no pain.
Instead, when he opened his eyes, he was just in time to watch Kise's back facing him. Blood was flowing out from his chest, staining the shirt with a bright magenta hue. The prostitute fractionally turned his head to look at a horrified Aomine, before his body collapsed onto the floor with a heavy thud.
"Kise...?"
End of Chapter 8
End note: I was thinking of smushing two chapters together so that it'd be more fun to read XP But I didn't, lol. Sorry 'bout that if you were actually expecting a longer chapter q_q Mmkay I gotta run now TAT
Anyway! As usual, I hope you've enjoyed this chapter! Thanks to those who have been reviewing, favouriting and following my story! I love you all ;w; *glomps*