Yakuza

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Well, here's chapter 3. Hope you guys enjoy it! Ignore any grammar mistakes please. I was in a hurry to post it since I've been busy with work and I've been grounded. But please read and review!

Oh, and the '......' things indicate a flashback of Hisoka's. Read and enjoy!!



Chapter 3

Tsuzuki leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, watching people walk back and forth from the kitchen as he waited for the kid to come out of the bathroom. Hisoka….there was something weird going on with that kid, he could tell.

The blond had been perfectly fine, or at least he looked it, until he had spotted somebody and then begged him to take him to the bathroom. It was sort of weird. Maybe the kid was involved in some secret yakuza gang mission or something and had been ordered to kill somebody…

A snort escaped from the detective as he imaged Hisoka glaring down at him in a military outfit and a large machine gun pointed in his face. Even though the blond would try to look intimidating it wouldn’t work. He was too cute. A sigh escaped the brunette as he pressed his hand against the door and walked into the bathroom.

“Hey, Hisoka, are you alright?”

The said blond jolted away from the sink, water dripping down his face, eyes wide in fear. Tsuzuki stopped in the doorway, cocking his head to the side. “What’s the matter? Why do you look scared?” he asked, closing the door behind him.

“Nothing. Is the man with the long hair still out there?” Hisoka asked, turning back to the mirror and beginning to dry his face off with paper towels. He could feel his heart thudding rapidly against his rib cage. This situation was going to turn out horrible and Tsuzuki would be a victim to Muraki soon if he didn’t get away from the blond.

“Hmmm, the man that came in about ten minutes ago? Let me check.” Tsuzuki walked out of the bathroom and walked back to his table. He glanced around, eyes sweeping over every person in the room, but the man was not here. A frown crossed his features. The long-haired man couldn’t have received and ate a dish of food within ten minutes. Oh well. Maybe the man didn’t want any food and only came in for some water.

The detective walked back to Hisoka and shook his head. “No, I didn’t see him anywhere.” Hisoka nodded and finished wiping the water from his face and hair that he had splashed onto himself.

“Do you have a place to stay? If not, you can come with me,” Tsuzuki suggested thoughtfully, leaning against the wall. Hisoka stopped his movements, staring at the brunette in the mirror. ‘He wants me to stay with him? What could he want?’ he thought to himself, swallowing slightly. The blond didn’t know what to say. He had never been in this type of predicament before and it was all new to him. He turned toward the trashcan, throwing away his paper towels, before turning to Tsuzuki.

Tsuzuki had frozen when those words had escaped his mouth. In his mind he was kicking himself over and over. Why did he say those words? He didn’t even know if he had enough room in his apartment for two people. Plus he was a twenty six year old private detective and having a sixteen year old teen in his house would end in a bad situation. Hisoka was jail bait right now! For some reason when he had seen that frightened look on the blond’s face, he wanted to protect the smaller teen. As the minutes stretched on, silence filling the air, the two males looking at each other, Tsuzuki began to become nervous.

As he opened his mouth to take back his offer, Hisoka beat him to it. “ For the moment I don’t have a place to stay. I would appreciate it if you would take me in, Tsuzuki-san,” he stated quietly, looking at the floor away from those startling amethyst eyes that captivated him.

Tsuzuki’s heart froze in his chest and he felt his stomach drop as Hisoka spoke. The teen was going to be at his apartment. Alone. With him. Oh, God. Konoe was going to kill him. He forced a smile onto his face and opened the door for the blond.

“ Well, shall we?” He held out his arm for the teenager to walk out first, the smile still in place. Hisoka walked past him slowly, giving him a confused look at having the door being opened for him, but continued his way out of the bathroom. Tsuzuki groaned as he released the door handle and followed the blond.

He led the way to his car, opening the door for Hisoka, smiling and watching the blond get into the front seat. Moving around to the other side he watched as a black limo slowly cruised past his parked car. In the back window he could see the outline of a long-haired man, but he couldn’t be sure. He frowned, watching until it disappeared around the corner. Hmm, looked suspicious. But he couldn’t do anything right now without blowing his cover in front of Hisoka.

“All right! Ready to go to my fabulous apartment?” he asked happily, backing out of the parking spot and taking off down the street. Hisoka didn’t say anything, looking out the window. Rain pounded gently against the windows and roof of the car as they cruised down the street. A glance at the clock confirmed that he had been away from Muraki for over an hour now. If the silver haired man found him then it would be bad news. He would be severely punished. His fists tightened against his lap as he thought of all the ways that Muraki could torture him. The pain that the man could inflict was beyond anything that had ever happened to the blond. Including the horrible lived he had when he lived with his unloving parents.

“Are you there, Hisoka? Hellllloooo?” Hisoka jolted back against the seat, eyes wide, a frightened look flashing across his face, as he raised his arms to protect himself against a blow that he was sure would be coming toward him. Tsuzuki watched, shocked at the reaction he got from waving his hand in front of the blond’s face.

“ I’m sorry….” he apologized, retreating back into his own seat, watching Hisoka. “We’re at my apartment. I called your name many times but you didn’t answer me. I’m sorry.”

Hisoka focused onto the amethyst eyes, forcing himself to calm down. It wouldn’t help him any if he suddenly freaked out in front of this man. He was probably in best hands with Tsuzuki since he didn’t want to sleep or hurt him. Clearing his throat he responded. “No, it was my fault. I was day dreaming and I freaked out slightly.” He looked out the front window at he building that loomed over the parked car.

“Is that where you live? Well, are we getting out?”

The blond opened the door and got out of the car. Tsuzuki watched him closely, before getting out of the car himself. His mind drifted back to the thought that Hisoka was in a secret yakuza group as he led the way into the building. But he once again forced it out of his mind.


As soon as the two males went into the building a black limo pulled into the parking lot. It parked a few spaced down from Tsuzuki’s car. Inside, Oriya smiled to himself, pulling out his phone. He nodded at the driver to turn off the car, dialing Muraki’s number.

“Kazutaka Muraki speaking.”

Oriya rolled his eyes at the plain greeting he got from Muraki. Give it to Kazutaka to make a simple phone call sound like a business call. He cleared his throat, readying himself for speaking.

“Muraki, it’s me, Oriya.” He paused a moment until he heard a small hum from the other line. “By any chance are you missing a certain blond kitten?”

“Yes. Do you know where he is?” Muraki asked, taking a sip from his tea, watching as the man across from him did the same. He smiled as he listened to his friend rattle off the information about where the blond was. So, Hisoka was trying to become a refugee and run away from him. And he was staying with a man. A man that he probably seduced with his body. He knew that the little blond was slutty.

“I appreciate the information, Oriya. I’ll talk to you later.”

The silver haired man smiled at his business partner across the table. He placed his cup down and stood up. Reaching forward, he signed his signature on a dotted line, and held out the pen for the other man, who did the same. “The deal is official now. I’ll let you use Hisoka and in return my group will run the Shinjuku area.” The dark-haired man licked his lips, envisioning the delicious blond underneath of him, face flushed, and panting as he was forced to climax.
“Glad doing business with you, Muraki-san.”

Muraki shook his head, eyes glinting, a smile crossing his features.

“Not at all, Sagatanasu-san. It was my pleasure.” The silver-haired man grabbed his coat, and walked to the door. He bowed, straightened up again, and left the room. He smirked as he leaned against the wall of the elevator. He would let Hisoka have his fun now. For when he got back, his business partner would make sure that he would never leave again.

Oriya closed his phone, looking out the window at the rain. He felt slightly guilty that he was giving the blond’s coordinates to Muraki, but he was more loyal to the silver haired man than some blond teenage brat. He sighed, closing his brown eyes. For now he would wait for Muraki to show up or if anything happens with Hisoka or the man that he had went into the building with.

Hisoka sat on the couch, watching Tsuzuki bustle around the room. The brunette was obviously nervous by the way he kept muttering to himself about things that did not make sense to the blond. A sigh escaped the green eyed teen and he focused his gaze on the blank television screen.

“If you’re hungry then you can help yourself with anything in the kitchen. . I’m going to go take a shower and freshen up. I hope you don’t mind,” Tsuzuki panted, out of breath due to trying to clean his living room from his dishes, papers, folders, and clothes that he had just haphazardly thrown around.

He would give the blond free reign to his apartment? He trusted Hisoka this much? Hisoka nodded, bringing his gaze back to Tsuzuki. For some reason, the brunette wouldn’t look at him. Hisoka could probably guess what was wrong with the older man, bud didn’t want to say anything. He winced slightly as he rubbed his hands down his arms, getting a small chill. The older man’s feeling were beginning to tug at his shields but he could probably hold out for a while longer. He would feel better if he took a small nap.

“No, I don’t mind. Go have a nice shower. I’ll wait right here.” Hisoka sat back, leaning into the softness of the couch. He watched as Tsuzuki hurried out of the room and down the hallway. He sighed, closing his eyes, relaxing his body. This was extremely stressful, believe it or not. He didn’t know when or if Muraki would strike. Maybe he should just go back.

Well, whatever. He would think about it later. Sudden drowsiness washed over Hisoka, and he felt himself slowly drift into the soft, welcoming darkness of unconsciousness.

Tsuzuki closed his door quietly, throwing himself at his bed, grabbing the phone. He dialed the office’s number, heart thumping wildly in his chest as he listened to the ringing.

“Hello? This is the office of Mr. Konoe. How may I help you?” Tsuzuki winced as he heard the overly happy voice of the receptionist that Chief Konoe had hired to answer the phone.

“Is Chief Konoe there? It’s Tsuzuki.”

“Ah! Mr. Tsuzuki! Mr. Konoe will be glad that you called. Please hold.”

A few minutes later the familiar gruff voice of Chief Konoe came through barking his hello.

“ Chief, I caught the guy already. He’s safely in jail. You can send Tatsumi over there and see what’s up.”

“Ah, good work, Tsuzuki. I hope that everything is going alright. I also hope that you didn’t forget to get me a sweet cake.”

Oh no. He had forgotten all about that. Tsuzuki cleared his throat, leaning his head back against his mattress. He ran his hand through his hair, debating on what to tell his boss. He decided on telling him the truth; that he had forgotten all about the sweet cake and instead invited an attractive, underage male into his apartment.

“I forgot about the sweet cake, chief. But I’ll get you one sooner or later.” He paused, but before Chief Konoe could say anything he added, “ I took in a teenager. I’ll look after him for a while, but I might need back up soon, because he seems to be having mood swings.”

Silence came from the other side of the phone. Tsuzuki winced at the silence, but didn’t say anything else. Chief Konoe was debating over what he said, and was choosing whether or not to yell at Tsuzuki. Finally the old man spoke up.

“Do you have any idea who this boy is? Or about where he came from? Or did you just invite him into your house?” Tsuzuki sighed as the chief began shooting off questions. He didn’t know where to start. A sound from the living room brought his attention to the door, as he held his breath.

“ I’ll call you later, chief. Send Tatsumi or Watari over sometime.” Without letting Chief Konoe say anything in response he hung up and walked to his bathroom. He might as well take a shower since that was what he had told the teenager. He didn’t want the blond to become suspicious of him if he didn’t come out with his hair wet or without a towel. And besides a nice, warm shower sounded good at this time. Humming to himself, the brunette entered the shower, sighing, and closing his amethyst eyes, relaxing into the soothing feeling of the hot water pounding against his skin.


Sweat was breaking over the pale skin as Hisoka panted in his sleep. His eyes were clenched shut tightly as a small cry escaped him. He was lost in a dream about Muraki. The first time that he had went against the silver haired man. The first night that he had been punished….




'The chains were digging into his wrists, burning long, red, scalding marks into the smooth skin that was located there. Sweat dripped down the blond’s body as he stood in front of the silver haired man.

His arms hung limply above his head, locked together by the chains. Hisoka lifted his head, bright emerald eyes glaring defiantly at the man in front of him. A smirk crossed the taller male’s face as he watched the defiance paint its way across the blond’s face.

“Do you still want to continue to disobey my orders, doll?” Muraki took a step closer to the boy. “Or do you want to be a good boy and do what I say?”

A snort came from Hisoka and he spat in the silver-haired man’s face. “I would rather die then obey you, asshole,” he declared, voice dripping with venom and hate.

“I see. So that is the way that you are going to act, eh, Hisoka? Fine. I won’t feel a bit remorseful when you are sobbing and pleading for me to stop.”

Hisoka followed the silver haired man with his gaze as he crossed the room and opened a door to a cabinet. His heart thudded violently against his chest as Muraki uncoiled a whip, letting half of it drip onto the floor.

The silver haired man turned around, facing the blond teenager again, a sadistic smirk on his face. His mismatched eyes glowed in the faint moonlight that was strewn across the room. Crossing the room in three long strides, Muraki placed the handle of the whip underneath the blond’s chin and lifted his face toward his.

“I will not stop until I am satisfied. Not even if you are sobbing for me to stop,”he declared, releasing Hisoka’s face and lifting his arm, dangling the long whip in front of the pale face. The teenager flinched at the soft touch of the leather touched his cheek as it swayed back and forth gently.

For one second it was dangling in front of him, then for the next second fiery pain exploded across his chest from a blow. A shocked cry escaped Hisoka as Muraki lifted his arm, ready for the next blow.

As blow after blow rained down on the small teenager, Hisoka felt his legs go weak and he hung in front of the man, the chains the only solid object supporting him. Ragged pants came from him as Hisoka tried to get his breath, wishing the pain and blood away. Blood had began to quickly seep from him after Muraki had hit him for the fifth time in the same area across his chest.

Now, his chest was a bloody canvas of whip lines that ranged from small cuts to long ,bloody lines. Hisoka couldn’t tell how long the pain had been going on, but his vision was beginning to dim by the time he stopped feeling the brutal slice of the whip biting across his skin.

A loving caress to his cheek caused the blond to flinch once again. His shields were barely holding on by a thread and he was scared that they wouldn’t hold out for a while longer. The loving feel of the caress continued on his cheek as Muraki leaned down in front of Hisoka, bringing them eye-to-eye.

Muraki had a smile on his face, his eyes glinting in blood lust as blood oozed down the pale chest, mixing in and slightly discoloring the soft, blond pubic hair. “So beautiful covered in blood…” he whispered, tongue flickering out and dipping into a rather deep cut. A cry of pain escaped the blond and he flinched away only to receive a back hand across the face from the action.

His face stung from the force of the blow and his emerald eyes closed as pain took over his body. Every part of him was encased in agony. His arms and legs throbbed from being forced to stand up by the chains and his chest was throbbing from the lashes. Hisoka jumped as a hand swept across his limp manhood smearing blood lightly over the pale flesh. He swallowed nervously as he raised his eyes and watched the pale hands work their way over his thighs and over his manhood once again . A shiver escaped him despite his efforts to hide it.

Muraki placed his face into the crook of the blond’s neck and began to suck on the skin gently, leaving his mark slowly. Small pants and groans were gently escaping from Hisoka as his body began to respond to the arousing touches from the tongue and the hand sweeping over his manhood.

The older man removed his head and moved behind the blond, kissing the back of his neck gently, as he would a lover. Pain stabbed at his heart from this simple action but he forced himself to not respond. As the minutes ticked by and nothing happened, Hisoka began to hope that nothing was going to be happening and relaxed his stiff muscles.

As soon as he had relaxed, Muraki moved forward and thrust brutally into the small teen’s body, tearing him in one-go. A scream was forced out of Hisoka’s mouth, his emerald eyes flashing open in pain and shock. '


Hisoka jolted up, eyes wide in shock, terror written across his face. His hair was glued to his face due to the sweat that was rolling off him in waves. His heart was beating wildly against his chest as harsh pants came from his mouth.

“A..dream…it was all a dream,” he whispered to himself, falling back against the soft pillows of the couch, one arm thrown over his forehead. The blond was breathing heavily as his memories slowly returned to him, informing him of where he was at. He removed his arm, revealing glazed over emerald eyes that stared at nothing as the memories of the painful rape still swarmed in his head.

The blond could hear the distant sound of water running in the shower, signaling that Tsuzuki was still in there. Great. Hisoka had plenty of time to calm down. Maybe if he ate something then he would feel better. He stood up, his stiff joints popping in protest, along with his shirt and pants sticking to his skin from the sweat.

The creak of a door brought his gaze up and he froze as he saw a tall man standing in the shadowy doorway the light bouncing off of the glasses, blinding the teenager slightly. ‘Muraki!’he hissed to himself, stumbling against the couch, fear sketching itself across his face.

~That's the end of this chapter. Hmm, I left it off at a bad place but I couldn't find a place to leave off earlier so I just stopped there. Hope you guys liked it!