Unraveling Deceptions - Prologue
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bitetoall136Title: Unraveling Deceptions
Chapter: 00/??
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bite_to_all136
Genre: AU, Action Adventure, Angst, Romance
Warnings: inappropriate language, slight mentions of blood and guns
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Pairings/Characters: Aoi & ? (Pairings to be revealed as fic goes on)
Summary: There was only one rule to follow and he had just broken it.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, only the mediocre story line.
Prologue
There was only one rule to follow and he had just broken it.
Fire blaring all around him, gunshots fired from every direction. The smell of iron and death strong, bodies in piles stacked from floor to ceiling. It had been a blood bath – a down right massacre, and the only choice Aoi had at the time was to run.
He knew his actions would have dire consequences. He even fathomed the thought of never returning, of going rogue. But the more his mind reeled and the longer he ran down the ravaged streets the foreign city had to offer, the more Aoi realized he had no choice. He had to go back.
Not because he was afraid of being tracked down and put to his death in the very spot he stood. Not because he was dedicated to his employers and felt as if he was obliged to return. No, he had to go back because this job – this lifestyle, it was all he knew.
A viscous gasp from his own lips brought Aoi’s sprint to a sudden pause. He slammed himself against an alley way wall, fading into the night. “F-fuck…” he pulled his hands away from the left side of his lower abdomen, able to see the crimson that stained his hands even in the dark.
Already having run for half an hour, he was losing blood fast.
An opponent had snuck up behind him back at the battle grounds of the abandoned factory, stabbing him in the stomach hard and deep, only to withdraw the blade half way and plummet it back in, Aoi feeling sure the sharp sheer of metal had pierced entirely through his body.
The pain had been intense, stilling him and making him drop down to his knees. Mouth open and gasping for breath, knowing that after all these years, this could finally be it. Hundreds of men killed at the strength of his bare hands alone and a measly pipe sharpened to its finest point would be the death of him.
At the time, the irony had actually allowed him to laugh. However, that wry fit had quickly died down because the next moment he looked up to a gun being pointed right at his forehead – able to feel the cold barrel pressed against his heated skin.
He’d tried to feel something, tried to feel scared. Tried to make himself actually feel human for the first time in his entire life. But no matter how hard he’d tried, he had failed. Because if it wasn’t taking another’s life, Aoi possessed no other talent.
The hand on the trigger had begun pressing down, Aoi having watched with a harden expression, looking his then soon to be killer in the eyes. But luck was on his side and before that trigger had the chance to be pulled, a bullet went through the other’s head; blood and brains scattering on the wall behind him.
It all happened within seconds and when Aoi had turned his head over his shoulder to see who’d just saved his life, his partner stood there with a small grin. “Told you I’d return the favor one d-“
The sound of a gun firing echoed off the four walls of the large building, his partner’s eyes widening, shining with one last glimmer of life before his body collapsed onto the floor. Aoi watched as once bight eyes faded to nothing, a pool of blood forming around the lithe body.
Aoi had, for the first time in his long career, completely frozen up. He stared at the lifeless body, unknowing how to react, just knowing he felt completely and utterly….blank. Not angry, not upset, not anything.
However the moment he had heard boots stomping on the ground and quickly approaching, he knew he had to get out. He and his partner combined had taken out over 40 men and, apparently, that had been only the first round – Aoi knowing that, even with his talent and strength, there was no way he’d be able to take on more men with his threatening injury.
So he’d stood. He’d run. And now here he was, leaning against the alleyway wall.
He placed his hands back on his injury, knowing he needed to get moving. It was never smart to keep in one place for too long in any situation.
One foot was placed in front of the other, Aoi planning on breaking into a sprint. But before he could even properly get moving, he felt his face pale and his mind go dizzy; his blood loss finally starting to catch up with him.
In spite of the sickening twist he felt building in his stomach and just how addled and light headed he felt, Aoi pushed himself to move forward. His feet carried him in a light jog to the safe house another fifteen minutes away, glad that it was nearing four in the morning and hardly any pedestrians were out on the streets to witness his tattered and bloody clothing.
Once he made his way up to the room he and his partner had put together just two days ago to use as their base, Aoi crossed his arms and lifted the hem of his shirt, tossing it to a random corner of the room and rushing into the bathroom.
He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, feeling his heart stall. Pale, covered in blood and bruises, and a gaping hole where flesh should be. He looked like death.
Aoi couldn’t let that distract him now. So instead he tore open the sinks cabinet, knowing this was where his now former partner always stored away the medical kit while on mission in case of emergency. Aoi knew he couldn’t clean and stitch himself up as well as an actual doctor, that the wound was deep and still life threatening even as he began to sew the needle in and out of his skin, stopping most of the bleeding. But this was the best he had for now. Seeking proper medical attention would have to wait until he returned back to Japan.
Once he cleaned himself up with a quick shower and some new clothes, Aoi took a few moments to rest on the temporary bed in the main room. He was trying to gain enough energy, knowing that at this time of the night his only form of transportation were his own two feet – meaning he would have to call up the transport part of his team and ask for the undisclosed location of their private plane in advance, needing the extra time to hike the few miles in his injured state.
Having taken enough of a breather, Aoi reached for his cell phone and brought up his contact list, clicking dial and waiting for the soft voice to pick up at the other end.
“Shiroyama, what are you do-”
Aoi was quick to cut him off, “Shinya, I need the coordinates to the plane.”
“But…what are you doing calling for them? And why so early? Isn’t that Uruha’s job?”
Flashes of Uruha, his partner, cold, bloody, and lifeless flashed before Aoi, making him close his eyes to block out the deathly images. “Uruha’s busy right now,” he said stiffly, “just give me the damn information.”
“Alrighty then...”
Exchanging information took not even a full minute, Aoi remembering the numbers in one run through. As soon as he tossed his duffle bag over his shoulder, he grabbed Uruha’s own and then made sure the room contained no remaining evidence of their stay, before heading back out into the unfamiliar night.
Even with the small break he took, Aoi still found himself weak, his wound having begun bleeding again within the first twenty minutes of his fast paced walk. He knew he was probably in safe grounds now, that there was no chance of any of the remaining hostiles catching up with him. Still, Aoi was forever in attack mode, always needing to be on his guard. Besides that, he figured the sooner he was reunited with the rest of his team, the sooner he could arrive back to what was now considered home, meaning the sooner he could face his punishment.
All together it took just over an hour for him to reach his destination. It was a cleared away strip in the woods; the path having obviously been made during the plane’s initial landing. Aoi approached the set of steps lowered on the side of the plane slowly, needing to brain storm exactly what he was going to tell the others, and when he finally made it inside, the looks he received were ones he was already suspecting.
Most of the men just looked him over once, saw he was alive, and then got back to doing whatever needed to be done. Other’s looked him over curiously, wondering just how long he would survive, some also wondering why he was alone. But it was only Shinya who actually approached him, grabbing his shoulder firmly and eyeing him with concern.
“We have a medic on board, do I need to get her to look you over?”
Aoi shook his head and dropped his bags onto the floor, his voice detached as he spoke, “No need, I’ll be fine till we get back.”
“Okay, but what about Uruha? Will he need to see her?”
Aoi’s back stiffened, “No…Uruha won’t be joining us this flight.”
He could hear the shock in Shinya’s tone, “But you know what will happen if you just leave him beh-”
“Yes, Shinya,” Aoi spat, “I’ve been doing this fucking longer than everybody on this goddamn plane, I’m well aware of all of the consequences. Now that we have that cleared up, could you just get into the captain’s seat and fly us all the hell home?”
Aoi wasn’t surprised when all he heard in return was the angered air of Shinya pushing past him to reach the cockpit of the plane.
It took them 6 hours to land back in Japan and the moment they did Aoi begrudgingly grabbed his bags and stepped off the plane.
The back of the building that’s taken over the past decade of his life loomed before him, Aoi feeling instant regret as soon as his eyes crossed over a room on the top floor of the eight story building. The room was dead center and the light never seemed to be off, Aoi knowing that the man who resided inside of there never stopped working.
His body instantly filled with regret. He should’ve just stayed in that factory – death would’ve been so much easier than the torment he knew he was going to get served.
Instead of reporting in to the eight story floor right away like he knew he should have, Aoi found himself heading for the medical wing. Deciding that he would rather properly be patched up before having to face his consequences.
The doctor was faster than what he was expecting, meaning Aoi’s quick stitch job hadn’t been too bad, and when the doctor tried to recommend he spend a couple days in the recovery room, Aoi simply tore out his IVs and headed out, needing to finally get this done and over with.
He rode the elevator up to the eighth floor, knocked on the set of double wide doors placed right in the middle of the hall. And when he heard that muttered ‘Enter’, Aoi took one last deep breath before opening both doors and making his entrance.
There behind a mahogany wood desk filled to the brim was his boss, Kyo. He was the runner of this entire organization that Aoi still didn’t completely understand even after working here for twelve years, and he was certainly the one man Aoi wished to see least in the entire world right now.
Dirty blond tresses cut short and tattoos head to toe, Kyo looked up from his laptop, spying Aoi in front of him.
“Are you here to report to me about another successful mission, Shiroyama?”
Aoi stepped further into the room, closing the doors behind him and taking a deep breath. “No, sir. I’m here to inform you that Agent Takashima is…he’s deceased, sir.”
A light, fine brow rose in suspicion, Kyo’s voice rigged and cold. “I’m to assume you brought his body back with you?”
“...No, sir…”
Aoi could physically see Kyo’s entire body stiffen. “You know what this means then?”
A ghostly whisper, “Yes, sir…I do.”
Because there was only one rule to follow – Never, no matter the circumstances, does one ever leave their partner behind.
There was only one rule to follow
And Aoi has broken it.
Chapter One
***
Author's Note: Alrighty...so, I probably shouldn't really be starting a new fic given the fact that I have two other MCs that I never update...buuuuut, I've really been wanting to do something like this for like, ever.
So yeah, I'm doing this :D
Sometimes I actually do research before writing and, since I've never really written actiony stuff before, I decided to look up some tips on how to do action right. And boooy, there's a lot to do lol. But one of the most important things is to keep things short, simple, and to the point. Don't string things along too long or readers will lose interest. So yeah, it was kind of a challenge to go from writing 10K detailed pieces to writing just...this :p But, for once...I'm kind of happy with my work :3 It sees dumbed down, and in a sense, it is...but somehow it still works? I don't know, it's 3am and I'm rambling.
Anyways, I have to next two chapters already typed up and since these are pretty short chapters, I *think* I should be able to update somewhat regularly...but I won't promise since my brain still seems to be on the fritz :3
Okaaay, I think that's it. Pairings will be revealed as the chappies are put out and, don't worry. As always, Kai is still a main character >:33
Let me know what you think and if you DO happen to like it...thank my unhealthy obsession with reading dystopian novels :'D (and I'll come up with a new summary later cause that one suuuuucks :p)
Chapter: 00/??
Author:
bite_to_all136Genre: AU, Action Adventure, Angst, Romance
Warnings: inappropriate language, slight mentions of blood and guns
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Pairings/Characters: Aoi & ? (Pairings to be revealed as fic goes on)
Summary: There was only one rule to follow and he had just broken it.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, only the mediocre story line.
There was only one rule to follow and he had just broken it.
Fire blaring all around him, gunshots fired from every direction. The smell of iron and death strong, bodies in piles stacked from floor to ceiling. It had been a blood bath – a down right massacre, and the only choice Aoi had at the time was to run.
He knew his actions would have dire consequences. He even fathomed the thought of never returning, of going rogue. But the more his mind reeled and the longer he ran down the ravaged streets the foreign city had to offer, the more Aoi realized he had no choice. He had to go back.
Not because he was afraid of being tracked down and put to his death in the very spot he stood. Not because he was dedicated to his employers and felt as if he was obliged to return. No, he had to go back because this job – this lifestyle, it was all he knew.
A viscous gasp from his own lips brought Aoi’s sprint to a sudden pause. He slammed himself against an alley way wall, fading into the night. “F-fuck…” he pulled his hands away from the left side of his lower abdomen, able to see the crimson that stained his hands even in the dark.
Already having run for half an hour, he was losing blood fast.
An opponent had snuck up behind him back at the battle grounds of the abandoned factory, stabbing him in the stomach hard and deep, only to withdraw the blade half way and plummet it back in, Aoi feeling sure the sharp sheer of metal had pierced entirely through his body.
The pain had been intense, stilling him and making him drop down to his knees. Mouth open and gasping for breath, knowing that after all these years, this could finally be it. Hundreds of men killed at the strength of his bare hands alone and a measly pipe sharpened to its finest point would be the death of him.
At the time, the irony had actually allowed him to laugh. However, that wry fit had quickly died down because the next moment he looked up to a gun being pointed right at his forehead – able to feel the cold barrel pressed against his heated skin.
He’d tried to feel something, tried to feel scared. Tried to make himself actually feel human for the first time in his entire life. But no matter how hard he’d tried, he had failed. Because if it wasn’t taking another’s life, Aoi possessed no other talent.
The hand on the trigger had begun pressing down, Aoi having watched with a harden expression, looking his then soon to be killer in the eyes. But luck was on his side and before that trigger had the chance to be pulled, a bullet went through the other’s head; blood and brains scattering on the wall behind him.
It all happened within seconds and when Aoi had turned his head over his shoulder to see who’d just saved his life, his partner stood there with a small grin. “Told you I’d return the favor one d-“
The sound of a gun firing echoed off the four walls of the large building, his partner’s eyes widening, shining with one last glimmer of life before his body collapsed onto the floor. Aoi watched as once bight eyes faded to nothing, a pool of blood forming around the lithe body.
Aoi had, for the first time in his long career, completely frozen up. He stared at the lifeless body, unknowing how to react, just knowing he felt completely and utterly….blank. Not angry, not upset, not anything.
However the moment he had heard boots stomping on the ground and quickly approaching, he knew he had to get out. He and his partner combined had taken out over 40 men and, apparently, that had been only the first round – Aoi knowing that, even with his talent and strength, there was no way he’d be able to take on more men with his threatening injury.
So he’d stood. He’d run. And now here he was, leaning against the alleyway wall.
He placed his hands back on his injury, knowing he needed to get moving. It was never smart to keep in one place for too long in any situation.
One foot was placed in front of the other, Aoi planning on breaking into a sprint. But before he could even properly get moving, he felt his face pale and his mind go dizzy; his blood loss finally starting to catch up with him.
In spite of the sickening twist he felt building in his stomach and just how addled and light headed he felt, Aoi pushed himself to move forward. His feet carried him in a light jog to the safe house another fifteen minutes away, glad that it was nearing four in the morning and hardly any pedestrians were out on the streets to witness his tattered and bloody clothing.
Once he made his way up to the room he and his partner had put together just two days ago to use as their base, Aoi crossed his arms and lifted the hem of his shirt, tossing it to a random corner of the room and rushing into the bathroom.
He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, feeling his heart stall. Pale, covered in blood and bruises, and a gaping hole where flesh should be. He looked like death.
Aoi couldn’t let that distract him now. So instead he tore open the sinks cabinet, knowing this was where his now former partner always stored away the medical kit while on mission in case of emergency. Aoi knew he couldn’t clean and stitch himself up as well as an actual doctor, that the wound was deep and still life threatening even as he began to sew the needle in and out of his skin, stopping most of the bleeding. But this was the best he had for now. Seeking proper medical attention would have to wait until he returned back to Japan.
Once he cleaned himself up with a quick shower and some new clothes, Aoi took a few moments to rest on the temporary bed in the main room. He was trying to gain enough energy, knowing that at this time of the night his only form of transportation were his own two feet – meaning he would have to call up the transport part of his team and ask for the undisclosed location of their private plane in advance, needing the extra time to hike the few miles in his injured state.
Having taken enough of a breather, Aoi reached for his cell phone and brought up his contact list, clicking dial and waiting for the soft voice to pick up at the other end.
“Shiroyama, what are you do-”
Aoi was quick to cut him off, “Shinya, I need the coordinates to the plane.”
“But…what are you doing calling for them? And why so early? Isn’t that Uruha’s job?”
Flashes of Uruha, his partner, cold, bloody, and lifeless flashed before Aoi, making him close his eyes to block out the deathly images. “Uruha’s busy right now,” he said stiffly, “just give me the damn information.”
“Alrighty then...”
Exchanging information took not even a full minute, Aoi remembering the numbers in one run through. As soon as he tossed his duffle bag over his shoulder, he grabbed Uruha’s own and then made sure the room contained no remaining evidence of their stay, before heading back out into the unfamiliar night.
Even with the small break he took, Aoi still found himself weak, his wound having begun bleeding again within the first twenty minutes of his fast paced walk. He knew he was probably in safe grounds now, that there was no chance of any of the remaining hostiles catching up with him. Still, Aoi was forever in attack mode, always needing to be on his guard. Besides that, he figured the sooner he was reunited with the rest of his team, the sooner he could arrive back to what was now considered home, meaning the sooner he could face his punishment.
All together it took just over an hour for him to reach his destination. It was a cleared away strip in the woods; the path having obviously been made during the plane’s initial landing. Aoi approached the set of steps lowered on the side of the plane slowly, needing to brain storm exactly what he was going to tell the others, and when he finally made it inside, the looks he received were ones he was already suspecting.
Most of the men just looked him over once, saw he was alive, and then got back to doing whatever needed to be done. Other’s looked him over curiously, wondering just how long he would survive, some also wondering why he was alone. But it was only Shinya who actually approached him, grabbing his shoulder firmly and eyeing him with concern.
“We have a medic on board, do I need to get her to look you over?”
Aoi shook his head and dropped his bags onto the floor, his voice detached as he spoke, “No need, I’ll be fine till we get back.”
“Okay, but what about Uruha? Will he need to see her?”
Aoi’s back stiffened, “No…Uruha won’t be joining us this flight.”
He could hear the shock in Shinya’s tone, “But you know what will happen if you just leave him beh-”
“Yes, Shinya,” Aoi spat, “I’ve been doing this fucking longer than everybody on this goddamn plane, I’m well aware of all of the consequences. Now that we have that cleared up, could you just get into the captain’s seat and fly us all the hell home?”
Aoi wasn’t surprised when all he heard in return was the angered air of Shinya pushing past him to reach the cockpit of the plane.
It took them 6 hours to land back in Japan and the moment they did Aoi begrudgingly grabbed his bags and stepped off the plane.
The back of the building that’s taken over the past decade of his life loomed before him, Aoi feeling instant regret as soon as his eyes crossed over a room on the top floor of the eight story building. The room was dead center and the light never seemed to be off, Aoi knowing that the man who resided inside of there never stopped working.
His body instantly filled with regret. He should’ve just stayed in that factory – death would’ve been so much easier than the torment he knew he was going to get served.
Instead of reporting in to the eight story floor right away like he knew he should have, Aoi found himself heading for the medical wing. Deciding that he would rather properly be patched up before having to face his consequences.
The doctor was faster than what he was expecting, meaning Aoi’s quick stitch job hadn’t been too bad, and when the doctor tried to recommend he spend a couple days in the recovery room, Aoi simply tore out his IVs and headed out, needing to finally get this done and over with.
He rode the elevator up to the eighth floor, knocked on the set of double wide doors placed right in the middle of the hall. And when he heard that muttered ‘Enter’, Aoi took one last deep breath before opening both doors and making his entrance.
There behind a mahogany wood desk filled to the brim was his boss, Kyo. He was the runner of this entire organization that Aoi still didn’t completely understand even after working here for twelve years, and he was certainly the one man Aoi wished to see least in the entire world right now.
Dirty blond tresses cut short and tattoos head to toe, Kyo looked up from his laptop, spying Aoi in front of him.
“Are you here to report to me about another successful mission, Shiroyama?”
Aoi stepped further into the room, closing the doors behind him and taking a deep breath. “No, sir. I’m here to inform you that Agent Takashima is…he’s deceased, sir.”
A light, fine brow rose in suspicion, Kyo’s voice rigged and cold. “I’m to assume you brought his body back with you?”
“...No, sir…”
Aoi could physically see Kyo’s entire body stiffen. “You know what this means then?”
A ghostly whisper, “Yes, sir…I do.”
Because there was only one rule to follow – Never, no matter the circumstances, does one ever leave their partner behind.
There was only one rule to follow
And Aoi has broken it.
Chapter One
Author's Note: Alrighty...so, I probably shouldn't really be starting a new fic given the fact that I have two other MCs that I never update...buuuuut, I've really been wanting to do something like this for like, ever.
So yeah, I'm doing this :D
Sometimes I actually do research before writing and, since I've never really written actiony stuff before, I decided to look up some tips on how to do action right. And boooy, there's a lot to do lol. But one of the most important things is to keep things short, simple, and to the point. Don't string things along too long or readers will lose interest. So yeah, it was kind of a challenge to go from writing 10K detailed pieces to writing just...this :p But, for once...I'm kind of happy with my work :3 It sees dumbed down, and in a sense, it is...but somehow it still works? I don't know, it's 3am and I'm rambling.
Anyways, I have to next two chapters already typed up and since these are pretty short chapters, I *think* I should be able to update somewhat regularly...but I won't promise since my brain still seems to be on the fritz :3
Okaaay, I think that's it. Pairings will be revealed as the chappies are put out and, don't worry. As always, Kai is still a main character >:33
Let me know what you think and if you DO happen to like it...thank my unhealthy obsession with reading dystopian novels :'D (and I'll come up with a new summary later cause that one suuuuucks :p)
