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 Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 5:22 pm
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Smirking, Ishihara used one hand to push his glasses up further onto his nose. "If you must call me something, Nagasaki-san, you may call me 'You'. I trust your can remember that?" he asked, following after Hayato as, at gun point, he prodded the man into the bedroom.
It was obvious that You had re-decorated, of course after he had switched the camera feeds... The room looked... sterile... almost like a doctor's office. The bed had no sheets or blankets, only a film of plastic over the mattress. Plastic covered the floors as well, and there was a small tray table that held various things.
"I'm rather glad I didn't have to use chloroform on you to get you in here." You spoke, motioning to the bed with the gun. "Now... the boss informs me that you enjoy a tight squeeze on your victims. I'm a connoisseur of the same art... though mine is more for the beauty of it than to satisfy any base sexual urge. I've been told to punish you, Nagasaki-san, and I fully intend to do it. By the time I'm finished... you'll be asking me to put this bullet in your head. Now... lie down. Don't make me do this the hard way, please."
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 5:52 pm
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I can no longer return to those days free of bloodshed
These deep scars rooted within me will not disappear...
"You..." Hayato purred, saying the name as if he liked the feel of it in his mouth.
"Absolutely." he grinned, taking a seat on the bed.
Whatever was going to happen, he knew it was going to hurt like hell. Good thing he had developed a lovely tolerance for pain. His big brother had seen to that. He'd deal.
"I have to say, I like you." he kicked his feet up and stretched out on the bed like it didn't bother him in the slightest, as though he were just getting a massage or a doctor's exam.
"You're so polite about the whole deal. I understand the whole following orders deal, but say, when we're done here, would you like to join me for dinner?"
He kept the smile on his face the whole time, knowing he couldn't stop any of this from happening. Trying would only make it worse. Better to just go with it.
At least he'd have a handsome face to look at during.
Hide it, Hide it
Hide me...
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 6:53 pm
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Reaching out, You carefully pulled straps up that he had attached to the lone mattress and wrapped them over Hayato's chest, stomach, thighs, and ankles. He secured them in tightly, buckling the straps so tightly that Jun would easily be immobile.
"I dine alone, thank you. Though, the offer was generous, especially given what I'm about to do to you." Ishihara replied, carefully removing his black gloves and putting on latex ones instead.
He didn't want to dirty his favorite pair of gloves, after all.
"Do tell me, Nagasaki-san, are you talking just to hear yourself... or are you trying to screw up your own courage, hmm?" You asked as he picked up what looked like a satin ribbon. Sighing, the man shook his head. "I would certainly prefer the wire over this... but the boss doesn't want any visible damage... plus there's less a chance that I'll accidentally slice your head off... with this." he spoke, holding up the ribbon.
"Oh and please try to be still. If you try and scream I'll have to gag you... and it might make your jaw a bit sore after a while."
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 7:09 pm
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 7:06 pm
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Time was up, and Hayato was fully lucid again. He wanted to get up.
He wanted to go back to Japan. To Naoko.
"You..." he called out, tugging lightly against the restraints.
~ ~ ~
As if on cue, Ishihara returned to the room. "You rang?" he joked, walking around the bed.
"For now..." once more he took the ribbon ends around Hayato's neck in hand, but he didn't pull.
At least not yet.
"Have anything to share with me before we begin again?" You asked, gazing down at the man.
~ ~ ~
They weren't done yet?, Jun wondered.
By this point, he thought they were just wasting time.
"I think you should release me, You. We need to go. I have to get back to Japan."
Hayato's eyes were gleaming like electrified beads of onyx. There was something eager, yet crazed, about him now.
"I have to get home to Naoko...."
~ ~ ~
This intrigued Ishihara and he stopped, listening for a moment. "And what, may I ask, would you do with Naoko once you have him, hmm? The boss wants you to be a good boy, you know... and you've been anything but. In fact, you're treading close to a liability... just like Naoko is."
Walking around, You faced Hayato, having let go of the ribbon. "Why should I let you up... when I enjoy seeing that pained expression on your face as you gasp for air, hmm?"
~ ~ ~
"Naoko needs to remember his place. Naoko is mine. He obeys me. He loves me, as I love him....I have to fix...what is wrong. I have to go."
Plain and simple. Hayato stared up at You, eyes boring holes in the man. He was dead serious.
Shou was dead, after all. He would not mourn anymore. As a matter of fact, he rather pondered if he had ever belonged with the elder Oumori to begin with. Shou only made him weak, right? Naoko was the one...Naoko belonged to him. How had the pianist ever gotten away to begin with?
"Let me go." he demanded this time. The longer he was gone, the further he felt Naoko was getting from him.
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You smiled, "Very good, Nagasaki-san... however... exactly how do you propose to get Naoko away from Ryuukaze, hmm?" the man asked, undoing the straps which kept him bound to the mattress.
"If you can pack and give me some time to finish my job here... we can leave on the same jet I came in on within the hour."
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"Simple..." Hayato smirked, thinking back on the conversation he had just had with the men from Ohayou, though he now viewed those words in a different light, "Idle threats can work wonders on those with weak wills and minds."
"Let's hurry..." the vocalist said, tugging against his straps again, waiting to be released.
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"So can an hour with me." Ishihara replied, finally freeing Hayato. "Go. Get your things together. I'll take you to the airport once I've disposed of the mess here."
You began to methodically pull the plastic from things, wrapping it up in pristine order and shoving it into a garbage bag. He would toss it away in a landfill on the way to the airport. With all the chaos, it needn't be burned... plus starting a fire could be suspicious.
Besides, who would have cared?
Hayato was finally seeing things as he should.
"I bet he'll be quite surprised to see you." You spoke, his instruments put away in a black duffel bag, his coat back on, original black gloves on lithe fingers.
He walked into the suite's living room. 'Well... shall we be going?" he asked, trash bag at his side. "We've one stop to make first. My rental car is downstairs."
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Once released, Hayato cleaned himself up, dressed, packed what little he had in the way of belongings, and stood by You, ready to go.
"Surprised? Yes...he will be surprised. I hope my little kitten welcomes me home like a good lover should." the dark vocalist chuckled, a resounding sound, like thunder, if thunder could be amused.
Walking out of the room with You, Hayato felt the sort of excitement in his gut that he hadn't felt in a long time now. Soon, he would be with his lover, the one he was meant to be with. Soon, he would be able to do the things that made him feel good, the things that always had set his soul free.
Very, very soon....all the pain and regret he had felt, all the loss from Shou's passing, would be a distant memory, like a dream.
~ ~ ~
Leading the way from the hotel, no one stopped the pair. They got into Ishihara's rental car and headed off down the road toward the airport.
A quick stop to toss a bag of garbage, thankfully somewhere without security cameras, then they were off again.
Thirty minutes later, they were on board one of Matsumoto Izo's private jets... and flying back to Japan.
"If you betray the boss, Nagasaki-san... I will have no choice but to kill you. You do know this, don't you?" You asked, sitting in one of the plane's upright chairs.
He had one leg crossed over the other at the knee, a cup of coffee by his right hand, and a book resting lightly on his lap. In his left hand was a flavored cigarette... sweet strawberry.
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 8:26 pm
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I can no longer return to those days free of bloodshed
These deep scars rooted within me will not disappear...
"Blah blah blah, betray, blah blah blah kill....yeah, yeah, I got it. Now...can we make this thing fly any faster. I don't have much patience right now. I've let things get far too off course..." Hayato snarked, fidgeting nervously with a glass of straight whiskey.
The sooner he got home, the better. He missed his Naoko.
To hell with Shou. Shou had never loved him, anyway. Shou had just wanted someone to sleep with. At least Naoko had always said it, like a good kitten. Shou never had. hayato had always been the one to say it...like a little b***h.
When he got back, he'd have that nice car sold off...or....better yet....he'd just change the plates and give it to Naoko....if Naoko was well behaved.
Hide it, Hide it
Hide me...
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 8:33 pm
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 8:41 pm
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I can no longer return to those days free of bloodshed
These deep scars rooted within me will not disappear...
Returning the bow, Hayato gave a simple "Arigato", accepted the card, and slipped into the limo.
The limo took him straight to his house, where he got out, went in, showered, dressed himself in all red, and went out to his car, heading to the first place he could think to look for Naoko right away.
Work, of course.
Talking to Izo could wait...just a little longer.
Making his way through the halls around the practice rooms, the dark star looked and looked until he heard violin coming from behind one door, and piano coming from the door directly across.
There....there was his Naoko.
Opening the door, Hayato slipped in, closing and locking the door behind him and drawing the blinds on the practice window.
"Kitten...." he purred in a soft voice, waiting for his love to turn around.
Hide it, Hide it
Hide me...
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 8:56 pm
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I can no longer return to those days free of bloodshed
These deep scars rooted within me will not disappear...
Having Naoko run to him in such a way...having him hug him like that...it made Jun waver. Such affection...it caught him off guard. He...loved it.
Loved....without pain, without force...
Blinking, the thoughts passed Hayato by, and he wrapped his arms around the blond, holding him close. It seemed there was no need to be rough...just yet. More flies with honey, and all that.
"I did help look for him, Naoko..." he spoke softly and slowly, bringing a large hand up to stroke the pianist's face. To get back to where he needed to be, a lot of coaxing would likely be required.
"But you have to understand...it's been too long. Nothing has been found. I'm...I'm sorry, but your brother is...he's..." Hayato didn't finish that sentence...instead, he pulled the blond's face to his chest and held him as he cried.
Crocodile tears, of course.
Right?
Yes...right...though for a moment he had to convince himself of that.
"We all did what we could. I'm sorry..."
Hide it, Hide it
Hide me...
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 9:08 pm
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 9:21 pm
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