Role Playing Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Anniversery Party ❯ Chapter 1

Anniversary party
Author: OtakuAngelD
Warning: A look into the life of one of me RP characters. Dark Fic
Disclaimer: I own the character of Ken. I own Law. I own the situation. This is a character past from the Doll House RPG

Dark and cold, it rested against his chin. Sleep and well cared for; the blackness of the .45 seemed to rest almost comfortably in the spot he pressed it. All around him, his world was silent. Empty. The television was off and hadn’t been on all week. There was no lingering cooking smell because he had been again running very late and stopped to pick up food. Food that he really didn’t eat, but gave to a starving bum instead on his way back home. Not that it was really a home. The man sat upon the carpet of the living area of an apartment that had no right to call itself that. But what did he care. His home had been torched. Only the tip of the price he had paid for the return of honest people in Law Enforcement.

Taking the pistol away from his face, Ken placed it down for a moment to fish something out of his pocket. A bullet. One single round. A round he effortless slid into the chamber. One he hastily slid back and then forward. Prepped to kill. But it didn’t return to its previous place right away. Instead, he placed the weapon upon a file upon his desk. A file so thick it rivaled the phonebook that kept the table level. The pistol hiding the name upon the fruits of nearly nine years of work. Wei Huanlong…the son and heir of the man who had brutally murdered Ken’s wife and five year old son. A murder that had killed Ken on the inside and turned him into a walking corpse, living only for vengeance that would never come.

For nine years, he had investigated Wei. For nine years he had hunted him. He had been there. Every time there was even an inkling of something remotely illegal, Ken was there. It had long since stopped being just a normal project, it had become an obsession. He was obsessed with the young Businessman. So much so that there would only be a matter of time before he was slapped with a restraining order for stalking the man, or before he was sued for police harassment. And each time he thought he had something, the snake would slip though his fingers. Getting away Scot free. Laughing and blowing kisses while he did.

This time though, was just too much. Upon the very anniversary of their deaths, he had once again, lost the trail. Nine years of work had still yielded nothing. And one of his buddies had bought him a drink and told him that his infatuation with Wei was getting out of hand. That he should just close the file, lock it away, and end it. And after a few more drinks at the bar and a lot more drinks in the home, Ken had decided he would end it. He would stop it once and for all. He would stop the hunt and the pain and the loneliness for good. He didn’t ant to live another year like this. Not like this…

With a soft motion, his fingers slid down to pull off the little gold band that had been on his ring finger so long it was like a part of him. His wedding band. He still wore it after all these years. His would be the first and only time he took it off. Only because when he blew his own brains out, he didn’t want the blood getting on his ring. His other hand flipped the folder open to the first place, laying the band carefully next to a picture of the Huanlong heir.

That picture. Ken swore Wei had to have known he was following and trying to get a good shot. The only color one in the file, every paper mention, ever society shot of Wei was in there. But this one…it looked almost as if the Chinese man was purposely posing for him. Looking over his shoulder, forced right at his hiding place with dark eyes. Beautiful face framed by long ebony hair. In his present inebriated depressed state, Wei looked a great deal like her. His beautiful wife. The woman he had loved so deeply that he still mourned her after nine years. And though Wei was Chinese and not Japanese, he had Satsuki’s beauty. He had her grace. He carried himself with the same charm and dignity as his wife had. He had her spirit…And right now, the reminder only served to push his further towards the edge.

Like Wei would even care if he lost one annoying police officer. He would probably be the first to celebrate when the news came Chief Officer Houji Kenaka had committed suicide. He doubted there would even be a moment of silence for him in that specific household. He could even see the man coming to his grave to spit on it, though he doubted one as elegant as Wei spat at anything.

Ken’s mind forced itself away from that topic. The more he thought about Wei, the less he wanted to just shot himself. But he refused to be detoured from it this time. Nine years to the date that Houji Satsuki and Yuujiro died, Kenaka was going to follow them.

An all too steady hand picked up the firearm and there was a deep breath. Closing the folder, so that the lovely picture of Wei and his wedding band would not get splattered, Ken carefully pressed the barrel to his temple. Closing his eyes he took a slow, preparing breath. His finger started to squeeze the trigger but a very soft voice from the doorway to the other room stopped him.

“Papa…Law had a bad dream and can’t sleep…” Ken’s eyes snapped open. It was his Doll. The doll he had modeled after his own son. With a shaking hand, he placed the gun down trying to hide what he had been about to do. Fumbling, he knocked over a few empty bottles before he got to the folder and once again recovered his ring.

Putting it on as the little Angel Doll sat next to him with a large children’s book, he glanced one more time at the photo. Perhaps it was better to live…just a little bit longer.