Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ A Dragon's Call ❯ All's Fair In Love & War ( Chapter 4 )

AN: This chapter has some explicit material, so read at your own risk.

Chapter Four : All's Fair in Love and War

True to his word, Jonathan helped his brother get around their mother for Friday night. When they arrived home, they could see the glint in her eye, which meant trouble for them. But both brothers had been very docile, giving Rachel no reason to punish them. This made her quite irritable, so Jonathan took that time to pounce.

She had listened quietly as Jonathan related some school bible study program the twins had signed up for. Her eyes narrowed slightly as he finished. She had a suspicion he was lying to her, but could do nothing about it yet. She nodded, putting on a sweet smile and gave permission. She would find out the true reason for this Friday excursion.

So the next day, Thursday, the twins went to school feeling happier than they had in years. Their mother was quite pleasant with them that morning. Nothing seemed to be wrong as they marched up the steps of the local high school.

In the shadows of a tree, a pair watched the twins enter. One was about seventeen years old, black hair and blacker eyes framing a triangular face. A sneer seemed to be permanently fixed upon his features. He held a large backpack stuffed with items, his fingers curling derisively at his side.

His companion was…a giant. There was no other word to describe him. He was easily six feet, seven inches. Curly brown hair and wide blue eyes watched the twins as well. Unlike his companion, this young man was a gentle giant. He had an abstracted air about him, not quite standoffish. His blue eyes showed a certain amount of innocence that others had taken to mean he was addlebrained.

Nothing could be further from the truth. He was very intelligent, but had a sense of…loyalty towards one man. Dirk Volman. Or rather…Nakago.

"Come on. Nakago will be waiting for us." The smaller youth replied, moving through the trees silently. His companion nodded, following just as silently.

"You're late."

The young man bowed humbly. "Forgive our tardiness, Nakago-sama." The youth smiled, but there was no merriment in his eyes. "We stopped to see the…traitors."

"Ah." Dirk said nothing more as he sat at a table, pouring over a map of the area. The five former Seiryuu Shichiseishi gathered around their leader. Dirk sat at an old wooden table, just big enough for the five to gather around. It sat on a stone floor, the group having their headquarters in an old mine. Wooden beams supported the low hanging stone ceiling.

"Did you get it?" Dirk looked up finally, his cold blue eyes seemingly to stare right through them.

Brad Neely stared back, his own black eyes piercing. He snorted, the only one of the reborn seishi not afraid of Dirk. "Of course." He placed the backpack he had been carrying onto the desk and pulled out a large tome.

"That's it?! We've been waiting all this time for a goddamn book?!" Raphael growled, glaring at Brad venomously.

"Don't be an ass." Brad snarled back, his fingers clenching in a fist. He so wanted to knock the shit out of him but didn't dare. Not with Dirk around. With a visible effort, he calmed himself and removed a long wooden box. He placed it gently on the table, and then removed three others.

Dirk fingered the wooden casing of one box, but did not open it. He stacked all four, and motioned for the brown-haired giant to come over. "Sam, I want you to take these and hide them in the mine. Deep. It is your responsibility to keep them intact."

Sam Bastian nodded eagerly, almost like a puppy. He took the boxes from Dirk and headed down the long deserted corridor of the mine.

"Is that wise?" Sasha queried, her arm around Dirk's. "If he breaks them…"

"He won't." Dirk turned to Raphael, his eyes bright with malice. "I have a job for you, Tomo. The twins are being obstinate. I want you to…help them along."

"With pleasure, Nakago-sama!" Raphael smiled, an evil glint in his eye.

* * *

Practice that day went well; especially considering Nicholas had to practically teach the entire game to Joshua in one day. The whole team had ditched classes that day, preparing for the upcoming game. The teachers never said a word, knowing how important this game was to the school and the town.

True to expectations, Joshua performed admirably. He caught every pass thrown to him, dodging various opponents who tried to tackle him down. Nicholas was beside himself with joy. Joshua was proving to be a far better receiver than their current one.

At four o'clock, Nicholas dismissed the team. He felt confident that they would do the best they could. At four thirty, the locker rooms were empty and Joshua finally entered. He had made some pretense about having to practice a bit more. In actuality, he had been waiting for them to leave. He was decidedly uncomfortable with disrobing and showering in front of others. Though it didn't seem to bother him in his brother's presence.

Relieved that everyone was gone, Joshua went to the storage cabinet and pulled out a towel. Walking along the rows of lockers, he shivered. Something seemed off somehow. Looking around more closely, he saw nothing. Shrugging, he placed the towel on a ledge and stripped his uniform off. He stuffed it into a duffel bag for washing and padded on bare feet into the open shower stalls.

Selecting one, he turned on the water, shivering as the first touch of cold water hit his hot skin. Goosebumps spread over his arms and back until the warm water kicked in. Sighing, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the hot water sliding over his tense muscles. Reveling in the feel of the water cascading over his form, he never heard the door to the locker room open.

Taking the bar of soap from the ledge, he lathered it up, the soft foamy substance spreading as he washed his arms, chest and stomach. His blonde hair matted to his head, he reached for the shampoo on the wall, intending to wash his hair thoroughly.

A hand clasped over his on the bottle of shampoo. Joshua yelped, turning. He hadn't thought anyone was there. He shivered, fear filling him as he gazed at Raphael Nanais. Trying to pull away, he found himself shoved against the tile wall of the shower.

"Well…hello Joshua. Fancy meeting you here." Raphael smirked, his knee length brown hair falling around him. Like Joshua, he wore nothing.

"What…what are you doing here?!" Joshua nearly panicked, seeing and feeling the other boy so close to him. "Go away."

"Oh, but we never got to finish our talk from before." Raphael smirked nastily, pressing his body against Joshua's. Forcing the younger boy hard against the tile wall.

"I don't wanna talk…" Joshua gasped, his eyes widening as Raphael took that moment to grasp the younger boy's member. "To you…stop! Let me go!"

"Ah, but we still have things to talk about, Joshua. Or should I say, Suboshi." Raphael sneered, pressing his body against Joshua's, trapping him.

"I don't have anything to say to you! Get off me!"

"Oh, but you do." Raphael stroked harder and Joshua gasped, shuddering. "Come now, Suboshi. You honestly can't tell me you don't remember? I remember quite clearly. The way you impaled me with your toys." His hand gripped harder and Joshua cried out in pain. "I think it's time to return the favor. Do you have any idea what its like to have your life flash before you in a searing blast of pain?"

"Please, let me go! I don't know what you're talking about!" Joshua felt tears fill his eyes, struggling in Raphael's grip.

"Ah, no. I'm not done with you yet boy." Raphael smirked, pressing his flushed and aroused body against Joshua's. "You need a lesson. And Nakago-sama wants your worthless hide for some reason."

Joshua squirmed, trying to get away. He felt overcome with fear and loathing. Not so much at what Raphael was doing as who was doing it.

Smirking evilly, Raphael gripped Joshua's member harder, then spread the frightened youth's legs, his own hard member ready to impale the boy. "What's the matter, Suboshi? Too scared to bring out your little toys?"

"Let my brother go."

Raphael turned, dropping Joshua, who fell in a boneless heap onto the tile floor. "Well, well, well. If it isn't Amiboshi. Come to save your worthless brother?!"

"Get away from my brother. Now." Jonathan snarled. His hands were clenched at his sides, anger and loathing evident on his sharp features.

Raphael smiled. He turned and sent a sharp kick to Joshua's midsection. The young man groaned, clutching his stomach tightly as he writhed on the floor.

Jonathan stepped forward, but Raphael was faster. He gripped Jonathan by the throat and slammed him against the wall. "Don't even think it, Amiboshi. Or I'll forget Nakago needs you both in one piece." He smirked, letting go. He watched as Jonathan collapsed to the floor, trying to breath again. Still smirking, he pout his clothes on and left the twins.

Once he heard the door to the locker room close, Jonathan rushed over to his twin, helping him up. He pulled his sobbing form into his arms, rocking him gently as Joshua cried into his brother's chest. He could feel his brother's fear and it matched his own.

"Hush. It's okay. You're safe now." Jonathan soothed, taking a towel and rubbing his brother's wet skin. "Come on. Let's go home."

"'Kay…"

* * *

"Well?"

Raphael fidgeted, looking anywhere but at Dirk. "They didn't remember."

"Really." Dirk stood from his chair in the café the Seiryuu Seven met in. He moved purposefully over to Raphael, who stood his stance, refusing to cringe in the face of Dirk's anger.

Standing before Raphael, Dirk grasped Raphael by the throat, lifting him. Raphael gagged, his fingers clawing at the older man's hand, trying to dislodge him. "You failed me, Tomo. What have I said about failure?"

"I…."

"Enough. No more excuses Tomo. We leave, now." He turned, dropping Raphael. The young man formerly known as Seiryuu Shichisei Tomo gasped, his hand massaging his bruised throat.

"Nakago-sama?" Sasha tilted her head, her long red hair falling around her.

He nodded, pulling on a coat. "We leave to attend to them ourselves."