Fan Fiction ❯ Ronin ❯ One-Shot

Ronin
Katelin Edge & Melcena Lang

The tiny wing of the club was crowded with the up and coming band Up Up Up's firey chatter. Well, the three actual members. Toasting and backslapping each other, they were already congratulating each other on a job well done. The fourth man crammed into the smokey room drummed his sticks absently, waiting for the management to tell them it was time to go on. The ronin musician was ready to get the job done, get his money, and get out of Tokyo.

~

Dorei was clean this night, for once, but not by choice. He was simply broke. The dreaded night after, he was doing his best to stay away from Kigai. He couldn't take the man's apathetic attitude when he wasn't lit. He stood in the middle of the dance floor, as if rubbing his skin against others would transfer the drugs to his system through some sort of osmosis.

He wasn't paying attention, so it surprised him when the crowd stopped moving and the music stopped. He glanced up, liquid brown eyes wide and searching. What was going on?

"Welcome to Adrenaaaaaaaaaline Ruuuush!" came a loud voice, drawing out scattered yelps from the crowd before they silenced again, a bit edgy. Thats when Dorei realized that there was a rather large crowd tonight... and it was dominantly feminine.

"Ladies and Gentleman! ... well, LADIES!" there was scattered laughs as the MC paused. "Adrenaline Rush is proud to present... UP UP UP!"

At the mention of the band's name the crowd went wild and started plunging forward as the band members took the stage--a guitarist, a basist, a drummer and...

~

Seta winced and cleared the ringing from his ears. He never got used to the high pitched squeals of girls. White blonde hair flew away from his face, locks stopping at his shoulders. The tips showed hints of blue and purple, as if at one point his hair had been tipped. Violet orbs radiated as if from their own light, peaking from beneath scattered bangs. Scars trickled over his face -- one running along his left cheekbone and another cutting through the end of his right eyebrow. For some reason, the scars seemed to stand out proudly, as if accenting the sculpted face they marred.

Seta grumbled to himself as his hand reached out slowly to take the mic, his eyes locked on the leather of his engineer boots. He couldn't believe they were making him sing right off. Of course, their own singer had a shit voice and they knew it. The band ran on their looks.

'God, I can't wait to get out of Tokyo,' he muttered to himself as the guitarist, who was taking his place at drums, began the tempo.

The crowd was shrieking as the band started up the first song; they had recognized it immediately. Of course, there was a bit of confusion in the switch of the members' positions, but they conceeded as a whole that the new guy was as good looking, if not better looking, than the actual singer.

They didn't know what to expect, but when the words started to leave the violet eyed singer, the crowd hushed, barely inaudible, the restrained violent words began:

Kinjirarete, blood of love insane
Yaketa hadan sasayaku
Oh yesterday, koko karawa ko
inochi saemo iranai

kono aiga kienai aisenai
kono aiga todokanai aisenai...
I want you, I need you
ikiga tomaruhoda... I love you...

~

Kigai slouched irritably on the couch against the wall of the club, cigarette in one hand, the other in his pocket. Satori bounced in front of him, blonde hair flying, trying futilely to see over the heads of the multitude of girls standing between her and the stage. He wondered for the fiftieth time how she had convinced him to come with her tonight. He hated this type of place, and while he wasn't averse to a pretty girl every once in a while, the swelter of female voices was grating on his nerves. He couldn't even hear the music above it, only errant bass notes making it's way to his ears. Satori plopped down next to him with an offended huff, nearly missing the sofa.

"I can't see," she complained.

"Does it really matter?"

"Yes! They have a new singer tonight! And he's supposed to be cute!"

Kigai rolled his eyes, letting his head loll against the back cushion. He knew Satori meant well, but she was really missing her mark today. Normally, she was the only person who could cheer him up (outside of a good screw, but he'd tried that already and it hadn't worked for long). Tonight, she was hitting all the wrong buttons. To hell with Heiwa Inori. To hell with the whole fucking world.

Satori's eyes narrowed as she watched him for a moment, calculating. Then she slumped against him theatrically, head on his shoulder, hand on his waist. "Kiiigaaaaaai...!"

"What?"

"I love you," she said, suddenly serious. He looked down at her, startled. And, wonder of wonders, smiled. Slightly.

"Yeah," he said. "I love you too."

~

Kurui kakete the rythm of my sweet song
Daite nemuru shuuen
Oh velvet rain, motomeru koewa
Kuzure ochite kietemo

Dorei was frozen in the melee. His eyes wouldn't move from Seta's form, wrapped around the mic like a lover. He had seen Seta perform before, and he was always so passionate. Tonight... something was dampened. No one else seemed to notice, though, considering they wouldn't stop shrieking.

Seta's voice was going on. Dorei could see his lips moving and he could hear the words because he had heard them so many times before...

Kono aiga kienai aisenai
Kono aiga todokanai aisenai...

"URUSEI!" Dorei heard himself screaming, before he actually realized he had said anything. But it snapped the crowd into a momentary silence, long enough for the next lines to get through.

I hate you, I rape you
kuradawo kasanete... I love you

Seta's eyes snapped open as the voice reached his ears and he backed off the mic, violets snapping through the crowd. He missed the timing on his next lines, but it was barely noticeable as the band covered up and the voices of the crowd had risen again. He spotted Dorei in the crowd and his eyes locked on the boy before he reached out, gripping the mic like a lifeline.

kono aiga kienai aisenai
kono aiga todokanai aisenai
I want you, I need you
ushinai kaketeta... I love you

With the last trails of his voice, the song ended and he stepped back and scanned the crowd, unable to locate Dorei again. It might have been his imagination... but he doubted it. He started as if about to leave the stage, but the guitarist stopped him. He had a job to do... and there was no way he could get through that crowd and still have what little hair he had left.

His eyes desperately scanned the crowd, unable to find the boy again. The original singer took his place behind the mic, to the groan of the audience, and Seta removed the sticks from his back pocket before seating himself where he belonged. Out of the light.

"Lets hear it for the ronin, Nakageru Setashi!" The crowd erupted again as Seta calmly clicked off the tempo for the next song to begin...

~

Dorei had been shoved backwards through the crowd and was on the fringes when he caught sight of an all too familiar figure in the corner of his eye. He didn't want to face Kigai... and definately not Seta. Seta would knock him silly if he knew about the drugs. And he knew Seta would know. Seta always knew.

Another song began and Dorei quietly slipped past the bouncers and out of the club, cursing his luck for being broke at the worst time.

But... what the hell happened to Seta's face?

~

Seta yanked off the leather vest he had worn for the show and replaced it with a band T-shirt proclaiming Synthetic Whiskers's tour dates. He hated the t-shirt, so he had ripped the sleeves off to vent some anger. Now, it was one of the best articles of clothing in his wardrobe.

He grabbed the bottled water off the rickety table in the crowded back room before making his way out of the nest of LSD and groupies. He shook his head and headed out the narrow hallway, his eyes watching his engineers as they moved at an almost jog half the time and the ceiling the other half as he took another swig of the fancy water.

He was doing the latter when he felt another, smaller body colliding with his own. The bottle fell out of his hands and hit the dark cement, and he was glad that he had just drank the last bit or he'd be down a pair of good show pants. An arm went out to catch the blonde body that had collided with his own and righted it while he turned his face and coughed.

"Oh, are you ok?" Satori asked, blushing slightly because Seta hadn't yet dropped his arms.

"Yeah." came the choked reply as he finally released the girl. "Just went down the wrong pipe."

The girl took a step back and Seta turned, slightly confused. Then, to his surprise, she jumped on him, wrapping her arms tightly around the drummer.

'Oh, crap, a groupy,' Seta thought, trying to disentangle himself from the clutches of the madwoman. Just what he needed. He was in a hurry, he had to make sure he had or had not seen Dorei.

The girl, on the other hand, seemed practiced in this matter. When she finally let go, Seta had to stumble back and catch his breath. "Jesus! Next time remind me to let the girl hit the floor and then run for my life!" There was a slight pause as he glared at her, the scars making him look anything but fluffy. Well, he still looked kind of fluffy. "I don't have time for this." he told her, before trying to get around the girl.

She must have played American football. She would have made an excellent lineman. "Will you let me go?!" Seta tried to shove past her but she still blocked his way. "WHAT DO YOU WANT?" his voice raised in anger.

The girl shrugged, giggling at the frustrated look on his face. "You must come with me!"

His right eyebrow raised, the scar accenting the motion. "What, gonna rape me or something?"

The girl fell over laughing. "No! I just want you to meet someone!"

Seta stared at his engineers. Ok, go meet the girls whiney friends then leave. He could do that. "If I do, will you let me go?"

"Sure!" she replied brightly, before grabbing Seta's wrist and dragging him down the hall. He had a feeling she was lying about letting him go.

~

Satori smiled as she dragged the annoyed man along behind her. He was perfect! Lean, pretty... annoyed as hell. Well, okay, maybe the last part wasn't perfect but Kigai always liked it better if they played hard to get.

She blanched a bit at the last thought.

The logic behind Shima and Kigai's non-relationship had always bothered her. It made sense, in a twisted, angsty, Kigai-kind of way, but that didn't mean she had to like it. It especially bothered her that Kigai tended towards indiscriminate sex as a result. Of course, half the time she ended up helping Kigai find someone to occupy him for the night. She rolled her eyes, deftly avoiding fangirls as she navigated the crowd (one got very good at that when one grew up with famous people). The things we do for those we love.

She glanced back at the laconic drummer, striding along behind her. Intuition said that he would not mind the proposition she was setting up for him. And her intuition, if she dared say so herself, was never wrong. Besides, something seemed to be bothering him and Satori knew his type well enough to know that he wouldn't be opposed to a good screw, if only as a distraction. She cackled in mental glee, and nearly tripped again.

Well, even great minds have shortcomings.

When she reached the sofa again, she found Kigai sprawled all over it, cigarette dangling from his mouth, one arm over his eyes. He adopted that position a lot when he was upset / bored / tired, she noted. His black leather jacket was half off and his red silk shirt was partially unbuttoned. Must've gotten too warm. Oh, well. Sex always sells.

"Kigai!" She poked him, making sure to keep an iron grip on the other man's wrist in the process. She didn't notice the drummer wince at her overly tight grasp. "Wake up. I want you to meet someone."

Kigai sighed and sat up, swinging his legs back over the side of the sofa. Removing the cigarette from his lips, he arched a black brow at Satori and her disgruntled companion. Pretty, he noticed. If scarred.

Satori flashed a blinding smile at the two men. "This," she announced, pointing to Kigai, "is Heishin Kigai. And this," a grand sweeping move towards the other man," is - er. What's your name again?" Another smile. Even brighter, if possible.

"Setashi. Nakageru Setashi."

Kigai looked up at the other man, green eyes assessing. "Hello," he drawled. "Pleasure to meet you."

The fact that the girl's said friend was a guy kicked Seta in the gut. Pretty, too. If a bit pompous in his silk shirt and designer jacket.

The girl finally let go of his wrist and he began to massage the feeling back into his fingers. "Christ, She-Woman, I need that. Attached," he gritted out.

Obviously, Dorei was not there. And he probably had never been there. The sparks in his eyes guttered out and he glanced at the couch, his right eye twitching slightly.

"Am I just gonna stand here and get stared at like some circus freak, or am I allowed to sit?" he asked, directing the jibe at the girl.

Satori almost frowned. Meanie. Instead, she flounced over to to Kigai and sat down on the sofa's arm. "It's all yours," she said, motioning at the expanse of unoccupied cushion. Seta frowned at her a moment longer before sitting down.

Kigai leaned over to put out his cigarette in the ashtray on the endtable, nearly unseating Satori in the process. She bopped him on the head and he scowled at her, shrugging back into his jacket. It was really too warm in the club to wear it, but he didn't want to risk losing it. Taken him long enough to find one what was comfortable as well as fashionable.

Kigai looked over at Seta, hands almost unconciously dipping into his pockets for another cigarette. The other man didn't look he was in a good mood. No problem, Kigai thought, earlier melancholia slipping away as he slid into predator mode. He could use a challenge.

He winced. He could almost feel Satori's triumphant smile blistering his back. He straighted and ignored it.

"So," he said, lighting the new cigarette and settling back in his seat, "what brings you here?"

"Work." was Seta's short, quipped reply. He rested his elbow on the other armrest, his eyes turned away from the two... and staring at the wall that was inches from his nose.

He heard the snick of a lighter and his eyes slid over slowly to the other man. He smirked as he reached out and plucked the newly lighted cigarette from the other man's lips. He placed it between his lips and slouched down, resting his head on the back of the sofa. His hair slid back, and his eyes where shut, thick, dark lashes creating shadows over his cheeks.

Definately pretty. His hand where shoved in his pockets and he seemed content to sit there. Actually, he looked as if he was so bored he had dropped off.

Kigai frowned and fished for another cigarette, bit didn't come up with one. So he was reaching over to reclaim the one Seta had stolen, when Seta reached up to remove it from his lips, breathing out a train of smoke. His eyes opened to slits and slid to Kigai.

For a minute, Seta thought he may have to wrestle the other man for the cigarette.

Kigai dropped back, though none too graciously. "What kind of work?" he asked, finally.

There was a pause, and slitted violets didn't turn to meet Kigai's gaze but stayed locked on the ceiling. "Music, mainly. Some other odd jobs." His eyes then slid to Kigai, and Seta held out the cigarette to the other then, smirking as he blew the smoke out of his lungs. It was almost a dare, and he was pushing the other man. He wondered just how far he would be able to push him.

~

Satori pouted. They'd already forgotten about her. Oh, well. She perked up again almost immediately. There were always things for people like her to mess around... er, do. Explore. Something like that. She smiled and slipped away. Neither man noticed. They'd do just fine.

~

Kigai repossessed the cigarette casually, as if unaware of the challenge in Seta's eyes. His fingers lingered against the back of the other man's hand for a deliberate moment before he pulled back. He wanted to be the agressor? Fine. A lazy smile curled around the edges of his mouth as he sank against the cushions and inhaled a mouthful of nicotine.

"Music, hm? I do that sometimes." He shrugged. "It's okay." He rubbed an absent hand over his half bare chest. "It's something to do, anyway." He shifted, setting his back against the sofa arm, one leg curled beneath him, the other trailing off the seat. He shrugged. "You probably haven't heard of me."

Kigai took another drag as he regarded the other man, green eyes brilliant in the semi-dark. He stretched, body arcing slightly off the couch. Relaxing again, he rubbed the back of his neck for a moment, letting his fingers slide around and trail over his collarbone. Wordlessly, he held cigarette out to Seta.

Seta's eyes locked with Kigai's, catching every subtle movement. He hadn't had fun in awhile.

The arm he had rested his chin on earlier came around and pressed into the couch at Kigai's hip. He leaned on that arm, his torso between Kigai's legs. He turned to the side, his eyes locking on the cigarette as the other hand came across, liquid smooth. Two fingers around the cigarette, he made a familiar motion over the stick before plucking it from the other man's hand. Eyes turned back to meet the luminescent green ones at the tip of his nose.

He smirked and slid back, the hand he had been leaning on trailing across Kigai's thigh and to his knee before he returned to the position he was previously.

The cigarette he had just violated was placed between his lips again. "Heishin Kigai... hm." He seemed to think for a moment, staring at the wall again. "Nope, can't say that I've heard of you."

Seta's overtly sexual gestures did not go unappreciated. Kigai smiled again, his own hand skimming down over his stomach before hooking into his belt.

"Not surprising. You don't seem like the type." Which was true. The general public may have made a lot of noise about each of his releases, but only a certain breed was actually 'familar' with his particular brand of music. Not that he cared. There were only two people he ever wrote for anyway.

Seta's eyes looked quizzically at Kigai for a moment before his lips broke into a mirthless smile, and then he started laughing.

The hand with the cigarette went to his forhead, brushing back locks of hair as he laughed, apparently finding something extremely amusing. So amusing, in fact, tears sprung from his eyes as he laughed even harder.

It took a few moment before he composed himself. He slouched back down, casually hooking an arm over the back of the sofa, his hand falling inches from Kigai's stomach. "What, praytell, do you think is my 'type'?" He hmphed a little, supressing the laughter that was bubbling up again. It seemed the scarred one was easily amused.

Kigai shrugged. "That's not what I meant," he said calmly. "I just don't do the music thing often. When, I do, sure, it sells well. But not because people care about the music." He closed his eyes, head falling back, neck exposed. "The sort of thing I do is... intensely personal. You just didn't strike me as they type to like music that's totally... self-contained. Self-absorbed. Most people don't," he told the ceiling.

His lips quirked, a bitter half smile. He shouldn't have kept talking about music. To him, the music lead to Shima. And that was exactly what he was trying to escape.

"A pretty face gets you a lot, in this industry," he murmured. Ain't that the truth.

Seta leaned a bit on the arm slung back over the chair, his hips angling. For some reason, this seemed to be getting personal. Well, hell, like it mattered. He was such a pretty lay.

"I guess I don't have to worry about that anymore. Pity. Our fame will never rise again." He stated the last bit in sarcasm, nursing what was left of the cigarette. He shook his head, slightly angry with himself. Great, now he seemed like a schizo. "Not that you have to worry about that either." he shot back as a sort of self-defence reflex -- saving face, you could call it.

Kigai smiled, noting the edge in the other man's voice. Looks like I hit a nerve.

"Fame is not something I've ever had to worry about. It's not something I've ever wanted." It was more like a strange infectious growth he could not escape. In fact, he was half surprised that none of the screaming fangirls that populated the club had recognized him. Not that that was a bad thing.

"Speaking of fame, though... Nakageru seems like a name I've heard before, some how. "

If Kigai had been watching Seta, he would have noticed his right eye twitch involuntarily. He held the cancer away from him, studying the end. Time to put that out.

He shifted his weight, his hand braced on the arm of the sofa near Kigai and he leaned towards the ashtray... which was right above Kigai's head. He shifted again, the weight of his body resting on Kigai's as he took his time to put the cigarette out.

When it was out, he didn't move his position, one hand on pressed into the couch on each side of Kigai's face. "Tell me, Kigai-kun, is it really my last name that you're interested in?"

Kigai smiled again, raising a hand to cup Seta's face. "Only if you want it to be," he said softly. This would work. There was a very attractive, apparently horny young man looming over him. All he had to do was live in the moment. Forget about Shima. This would work.

Shifting very deliberately beneath the other man, Kigai leaned up to brush a light kiss across his mouth, ran his hands through the light hair, fingering the jagged edges gently. Then he sank back down into the cushions, noting that the other's weight came down with him, settling firmly against his body.

With a velvet laugh, Kigai moved the leg that was trapped between them, rubbing strategically. Twining langorous arms about Seta's neck, he looked up at the other man through thick lashes.

"So... what do you want?"

Seta's eyes were narrow slits as his head dipped to Kigai's neck, lips brushing against the smooth skin there, tracing a few open mouthed kisses on his path to Kigai's ear.

"I want to get out of here..." he hissed into as he nipped the other's ear. "Before we develop a fan club.

One hand snaked down as he bent his head again, wrapping his lips around Kigai's exposed collarbone. His hand reached beneath the silk of Kigai's shirt, his fingers tracing the skin just above the waist of Kigai's pants.

"Or maybe you want your famous face plastered over the news?"

"Mmm..." Kigai moved languidly, suggestively against the other man. "It's been there often enough..." He sat up, kissing Seta again, much more thoroughly. "But," he breathed against his mouth, "point well taken."

He stroked Seta's back lightly, fingers barely dipping beneath the waistband of his pants.

"We can go to my apartment. My car's out back."

Seta slipped up from his spot on top of Kigai, the leather of his pants creaking a bit. Violet eyes were set in a blank face as he glanced down at Kigai.

He waited for the other to get up before wrapping his arms around the other, pulling him flush with his own body.

"I hope you're a good driver." he told Kigai, before slowly releasing him. Obviously, he wasn't going to give Kigai an easy time in the car. Or... ever.

~

Seta's head was in Kigai's lap the entire ride home. A hand tangled firmly in the blonde's hair hair kept him from doing much more nuzzling, but Seta still managed to unzip Kigai's pants a little more each time he had to let go to shift gears.

Though they made the trip withouth mishap, Kigai's zipper was completely undone by the time he pulled into his parking space, and there was a wet patch on his boxers where Seta's tongue had been. Kigai gave the other man an amused look over the roof of the car while he locked it and discreetly rezipped his pants.

Kigai led the way to the elevator, motioning for the taller man to follow. He'd just pushed the up button when a pair of strong arms encircled him from behind, pulling him back against the heated length of Seta's body. A hot impatient mouth descended on his neck, all tongue and teeth and wetness, while one of Seta's hands cupped Kigai's groin, squeezing gently.

Reaching up, Kigai stroked the other man's hair, turning slightly to kiss Seta's ear. Both men flinched when the elevator dinged to announce it's arrival. Seta urged Kigai through the door without relinquishing his hold. After disengaging long enough to press the button for the correct floor, Kigai abruptly found himself turned and pinned against the elevator door with Seta's tongue in his mouth and Seta's erection grinding against his own. When the door opened, they fell through, Kigai's back slamming against the wall opposite the elevator.

Seta didn't stop until Kigai withdrew and pushed him away gently. "I'm not about to fuck you in the hallway," he said, brow arched, a teasing smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Seta shrugged and waited wordlessly as Kigai unlocked the apartment and ushered him in.

The earlier banter and the phantom Dorei sighting had put him on edge. All Seta wanted to do at the moment was screw Kigai's pretty brains out, and he was on him again the moment door closed. Kigai laughed against his mouth, skillfullly steering them towards his bedroom without impeding Seta's own "progress."

By the time they tumbled onto Kigai's bed, both men were already half undressed and rapidly approaching nudity. Seta pressed the the other man against the bed, slightly surprised that Kigai wasn't putting up more of a fight. When he began to say somethling to that effect, Kigai jerked his head down, nipping his ear.

"Be happy," he advised. "I don't take bottom often." Seta laughed softly, finally succeeding in removing Kigai's pants.

"Then this should be a novel experience."

~

Dorei stirred on the bench outside of the complex, stretching his hands over his head and yawning. His back hurt where the wooden slats had created furrows in his skin, and he could barely feel his hands. He checked his watch and stood. Kigai must have left by now. He stood and made his way through the harsh morning light.

~

Where did that bastard keep his cigarettes? Seta rummaged through the bedside table drawers beside Kigai's bed, grumbling to himself.

He finally found a cigarette, but no light. Balancing the cancer between his lips he stood, looking about for his pants. ... maybe Kigai would know where they went. A smirk touched his lips -- that man was definately a good lay.

Seta recovered one of the sheets from the tangle on the bed and wrapped it around his waist. It slipped slightly, barely covering him. He needed to find a light for the cigarette, and there was no way he was going to walk about in his birthday suit.

He stepped out of the door, the sheet precariously wrapped around his waist and trailing to the floor, exposing one of his legs. He heard the shower turn off and figured that was Kigai's doing. At the same second, though, the front door creaked open and in walked Kigai's roommate.

... Dorei. Seta's eyes flew open at the sight of his lost friend. Seta almost could not believe it. Dorei's eyes rose to lock with Seta's, and his eyebrows flew up. Seta was here? With... A door creaked inside Kigai's room and Kigai appeared a moment later, his hair wet and a towel wrapped around his hips much like his sheets were wrapped around Seta's waist.

Dorei's eyes were on Seta, and Seta read what was hidden in their depths -- betrayal. He then turned to Kigai and black orbs slid to the floor. Seta couldn't breathe, the look in Dorei's eyes was crushing his chest and weighing him down. Violets slid closed and he calmed down, leaning against the doorjamb as Dorei walked past him silently.

"Nice to see you again, Dorei." he called out after the boy's retreating figure and received no response except for a click as he shut the door behind him.

Violets slid open again, to glance over at Kigai who walked over and plucked the cigarette from Seta's lips. "What was that about?" Kigai asked, pushing past Seta to re-enter the room. He picked up his own pants and fished the lighter out of the pocket. He snicked it to life, lit the cigarette, then handed it back to Seta.

"You didn't tell me you had a roommate." Seta replied, filling his lungs with nicotine. 'You didn't tell me it was Dorei, you fucking bastard.' his mind screamed out. But he remained calm as Kigai sifted through the clothing.

"You didn't ask last night," Kigai quipped in reply. Seta smirked. What an interesting guy. He pushed away from the doorjamb and wrapped an arm around Kigai's waist, the other hand snaking beneath the towel to rub Kigai's thigh teasingly.

"Who said that I mind?" Seta hissed into Kigai's ear. It was obvious that Seta was ready to take Kigai on again. But not exactly willing. He released Kigai, who unpreturbedly continued to get dressed under Seta's gaze.

Seta turned to glance out the room, first to Dorei's door then the other way. Oh, so that's were his pants were. He stalked over and pulled the leather around his limbs, discarding the stained sheet. He wandered further away from Kigai's room and, deciding to be nosy, began peeking into the other rooms.

"... whoa." he remarked, when a newly opened door revealed a well-kept studio. Not bad. He stepped in, running a practiced hand over the brand name instruments before easing out again. Time to finish getting dressed and get out of this place.

For now.

~

Dorei sat against the door, curled in a fetal position, rocking himself. He kept hitting the palms of his hands against his temples, and eventually began seeing little spots with each impact. He was so stupid. He had to fall for Kigai. Seta had a better chance than he did. Seta... his best friend, his confidant. His blood brother. He couldn't believe it. And what the hell had happened to him?

Where had his Seta gone?

~

Seta pulled the band shirt back over his head and found his shoes (near the door). He followed Kigai.

"Just drop me off at the club. I left my wheels there." Seta told him, following behind Kigai as he left. He didn't care whether or not the man didn't plan on bringing him anywhere, he was going to whether he liked it or not. Seta left no room for protest. They walked down the hallway out of the apartment and to the elevator.

'Dorei... he's hurting you? ... we'll see about that.'

The elevator ride took twice as long as it should have.

~

Kigai settled into the driver's seat, glancing at Seta as he slid in on the passenger's side. Fine. If he wanted a ride, he would give him a ride. At the moment he was relaxed enough not to care. Of course, it would probably be better not to have the other man around when he got crabby again anyway. He was good for a screw, but he was a bit... touchy the rest of the time.

He pulled up in front of Adrenaline Rush and was surprised as Seta leaned over and bit the curve between his neck and shoulder, tongue moving over the the marks left behind. He raised an eyebrow at the other man but Seta just gave him a Look and got out of the car, almost-slamming the door behind him. Kigai shrugged. Oh, well.

~

Satori attached herself to him as soon as he walked into the Yutaka building.

"Soooooooo...?" She tugged at his sleeve like a little girl, all wide-eyed expectance.

"So what?"

"How'd it go?"

"How'd what go?"

"You know what I mean!"

"I do not."

"Oh, you." She swatted at him, tugging him along the corridor.

"Where are we going?"

"I'm asking the questions here!"

Kigai sighed in defeat and allowed her to continue dragging him down the hall.

END.

Note: The song that Seta sings is Katuai from Cathexis. *melt*