Yakuza

Hey, everybody! Yay, new chapter! -sweatdrop- Sorry about the really, really long wait. I post my other story hoping that some people would like that, but oh well. >_<. I have had hell with school, work, and the damn SAT. I have to take it this Saturday and I better get a high score or else my dad will kill me. X_x. But I got to watch my friend Peaches make out with his boyfriend in my living room, so it was all good. Though I should have been studying. Bad mokie! Bad! Hahah, well,heres the next chapter. I would like to give great thanks to my beta reader, Dying Inside! Woot! -throws confetti- She did a good job on betaing and fixing all of my problems. Though I might not have changed everything, so just overlook them...>_>

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And a really big thanks to my beta reader, Dying Inside! She did a really good job betaing this story because I had so many mistakes...X_x. But thank you! -glomps- And sorry about not writing anything earlier. I thought that I did, because my stories suck without having it betaead, so thank you!

Chapter 4

Turning off the water, Tsuzuki happily climbed out of the shower, humming a tune to himself. The water felt great on his hot body and it brightened up his day. Even though it was almost five p.m, and he usually showered at night, the shower was very soothing.

He reached for a towel, drying himself off, still humming the tune. A sudden cry of terror caused him to freeze and glance at the door. Loud footsteps pounded their way across the apartment and Tsuzuki could almost feel the amount of terror that the blond was projecting even though they were in different areas of the apartment. The brunette hurriedly dried himself some more and grabbed his bathrobe.

Opening the door, he was forced back a few steps by a trembling teenager that had thrown himself into Tsuzuki’s grasp, hiding his face into the muscular chest. Murmurs came from Hisoka and Tsuzuki tried to move back so that he wasn’t muffling the words but the terrified blond just moved closer.

“What’s the matter, Hisoka?” he asked gently, wrapping his arms around the thin trembling shoulders. The blond shook his head, burrowing deeper.

Tsuzuki felt his cheeks heat up as he realized that he was naked in front of the teen, holding the towel in his grip limply.

“Tsuzuki? Are you in there?” A familiar voice echoed from down the hallway.

The said brunette’s head flashed up as the door opened, revealing Tatsumi standing there with a confused look on his face.

“T-Tatsumi? What are you doing here?” he asked, tightening his hold on the
blond. The elder man took a step into the room, but stopped as a whimper escaped Hisoka.

“Hisoka? Come on, tell me what’s the matter. Are you afraid of Tatsumi?” Tsuzuki whispered, stroking his hand down the boy’s thin spine. Hisoka tensed up as he felt the hand make its way down his back. His nails dug into the taller man’s back but he still didn’t move away from Tsuzuki. He felt safe.

“Hisoka?” Tsuzuki continued to prompt the teenager gently, moving the two of them into his bedroom, Tatsumi pressed against the wall, watching in silence. Tsuzuki laid Hisoka on the bed, pulling the covers over himself to hide his nudity, and watched as Hisoka draped himself halfway in his lap, wrapping his arms around his waist.

“Don’t hurt me. Please…Muraki…Don’t hurt me,” Hisoka mumbled into the arm flesh of Tsuzuki’s side, nuzzling it. ‘Muraki?’ the brunette thought to himself, rubbing circles in the pale skin of the boy’s shoulder blades.

At the mention of the silver-haired man’s name, Tatsumi tensed up, eyes narrowing. ‘What did this boy know about Kazutaka Muraki?’ he thought to himself, making his way slowly over to a chair and sitting down. He watched as his friend comforted the blond teenager slowly, Hisoka eventually relaxing his muscles.

Now, Hisoka had his arms wrapped limply around Tsuzuki’s waist as his light breathing confirmed that he was asleep. Tsuzuki picked him up and laid his head down on his pillows and pulling the blankets up so that they covered the blond.

“He’s cute when he’s asleep,” he whispered, frowning at the tear tracks that he had noticed were decorating the blond’s pale cheeks. He looked up as he heard his friend and fellow detective clear his throat from across the room.

Tatsumi nodded his head toward the living room, standing up and walking out of the room. Tsuzuki sighed, hurriedly pulling on a pair of gray track pants and throwing a plain, white t-shirt over his head. He walked into the room and collapsed onto the couch.

He cocked his head, amethyst eyes watching and studying his ex-partner.
“What’s the matter, Tatsumi? You scared the poor boy. Aren’t you going to say anything?” Tsuzuki asked, glaring at the other, receiving a snort in return.

“Tsuzuki, you aren’t very intimidating to me.” Tatsumi rolled his eyes at the whimper he got from that statement. “Anyway, that boy knows something about Muraki. That man is the person that Wakaba was supposed to be following, but she failed. She lost track of the man.”

“She lost track of him?” If Tsuzuki was thinking correctly, Wakaba never lost track of anybody unless something extremely bad happened. She usually paired with Terazuma but this time was paired with Watari.

Tatsumi nodded solemnly. He glanced at the doorway to the bedroom, listening to see if he heard anything coming within, before redirecting his gaze back to Tsuzuki. “That’s correct. She is currently in the hospital in critical condition. It seems that the yakuza leader that she was tracking was a hell of a lot stronger than we anticipated.”

He sighed in frustration, pushing his glasses up the bride of his nose, beginning to feel the familiar pricks of anger. “She’s hanging on by a thread. So; this time you, Watari, Terazuma, and I will be tracking this man.”

Tsuzuki sat in his chair, his mind blank. His friend, Kannuki Wakaba, was in the hospital. In critical condition, his mind whispered in a taunting way. This was unreal. He swallowed the bile that he felt was at the back of his throat, fighting the tears that he knew would soon prick at the corner of his eyes.

“Do you know the name of the man that did this to her?”

Tatsumi nodded, rubbing his hand through his hair. “Kazutaka Muraki. He’s a well-known yakuza leader in down town Tokyo and Shinjuku. He runs an underground yakuza ring and is one of the most widely known drug lords around Japan. Quite a dangerous man.”

“Muraki? Could he be the same man that Hisoka had called earlier?” he asked, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and entwining his hands.

Tatsumi mimicked his movements, his dark blue eyes staring into amethyst ones. “He could be for all we know. The chief wants you to use this boy to our advantage. If he is one of Muraki’s henchmen or something, then he might tell you where he is with time. It also wouldn’t hurt since we have no idea where Muraki is currently located. His last known connection was where the department sent Wakaba, but that ended in a disaster, so we won’t be doing that again.”

Tsuzuki nodded, burrowing his face into his hands. He wanted to call the hospital and see if Wakaba was alright, but he knew that she would be. She was a fighter. He glanced up, watching as the taller brunette made his way to the front door. He stopped before he reached it and turned around.

“Be careful, Tsuzuki. You have no idea who this kid is. He might be another crime leader for all you know,” Tatsumi warned, watching as a troubled smile made its way across his friend’s face.

“Don’t worry about me, Tatsumi. I’ll be fine. He’s an angel! He’s quite adorable, don’t you think?” he asked in a singsong voice, getting up and waltzing over. Dark blue eyes rolled in annoyance as their owner opened the door.

“I know that you think everyone is good, but still watch yourself, Tsuzuki. I don’t want to see you hurt.” Before Tsuzuki could respond to what he said, Tatsumi swooped down and kissed the brunette on the cheek gently. Then he was gone, the door shutting behind him with a soft click.

Tsuzuki stood, facing the door, with a blank look on his face. He blinked, forcing himself out of his daze. He smiled softly, making his way into the kitchen to prepare food for himself and Hisoka. Tatsumi always appeared to be cold and terrifying to other people, but the brunette knew that his ex-partner was actually like a big teddy bear.


Hisoka opened his eyes, wearily looking up at the ceiling. A ceiling that he didn’t recognize. He jolted up, emerald irises sweeping around the room, taking in everything that was stored there. Where was he?

The memories hit him in a flash. He groaned, falling back against the pillows. Great. He had run away. Muraki was going to be furious. He remembered leaving with Tsuzuki, then going to sleep, and….

A blush crept onto his cheeks as he remembered throwing himself into Tsuzuki’s arms, terrified about a random guy that was in the doorway. He sighed, getting out off the bed, and pattered over to the door. He peeked into the other room, not seeing the brunette anywhere.

He frowned, stepping into the doorway and sticking his head out, trying to distinguish where Tsuzuki was.

“Hisoka? You’re awake! Do you want some food?”

The blond jumped, startled, eyes swiveling to the kitchen, before widening.

Tsuzuki was standing there in an apron with a pot in his hand. Behind him black smoke was slowly billowing around the small kitchen.

“N-no, thank you…” he declined, watching as the brunette deflated slightly,
the smell of burnt food reaching the blond’s nose. “I think you burnt something…Tsuzuki.” He had to rack his brain in order to remember the other man’s name for a second.

“Oh, no! The food!” Tsuzuki whirled around, the food in the pot flying out and splattering across the walls. A cry escaped the brunette as he coughed due to the smoke. He hurried over, pulling off the pot that was on the stove and quickly turning the dial to off.

He opened the lid, peering down into the burnt crisp of what used to be chicken. He looked up, looking sheepish. “I guess we’ll order something. It’s been a while since breakfast. Almost dinner time. You slept most of the day after you passed out.”

Emerald eyes widened a fraction of an inch. He had slept most of the day? Since he passed out? A blush crept once more across his face as the image of startled amethyst eyes and a naked Tsuzuki appeared once more in his mind. He couldn’t help it. He didn’t like men with glasses.

Hisoka walked over, taking a seat at the table, uncertain where he should sit. He usually sat on the floor or in Muraki’s lap. The silver-haired man would feed him. He was never allowed to feed himself unless Muraki was at a meeting or something. Or sometimes he would not eat at all. Muraki always liked to make him beg for his food.

A shudder passed through him as the thoughts of eating with Muraki drifted through his mind. He pushed them away as Tsuzuki walked over, whimpering to himself about his burnt food. Tsuzuki sniffled, sitting down, across from Hisoka, and looked at him. “So, I think that we should go out to dinner. Do you have any idea where you want to go?” he asked, cocking his head to the side, studying the blond.

Hisoka seemed a bit…distracted, Tsuzuki thought to himself. His eyes narrowed a fraction of an inch as those dazzling, emerald eyes turned to him, meeting eye contact. Damn. Those eyes were affecting him. They had a dazed, sleepy look to them, giving the blond a dreamy look slightly.

“I don’t care. Whatever you want to do,” Hisoka said quietly, looking away. He could tell that the brunette was suspecting him of something. ‘Does he know about Muraki?’ he thought to himself, nails digging into his arm.

“Alright! Let me go get ready and I’ll take you downtown! You’ll love the restaurant I’m taking you too, ‘Soka!” Tsuzuki exclaimed, standing up, and walking to his room to get dressed.

Hisoka continued to sit there, waiting patiently. He stared at the table in front of him, lost in thought. Muraki must be livid with him. The silver-haired man was at a meeting, in which he would probably use Hisoka to “persuade” the other man, and he ran away. Damn. He would be getting quite a thrashing if Muraki found him.

But what would happen if Muraki never found him? What if Hisoka stayed with Tsuzuki for the rest of his life? A small chuckle left him as he erased that thought from his mind. He was involving this man with his problems, even though it was no concern of the brunette. He should just leave.

As the blond stood up, Tsuzuki walked out. He was wearing long, black pants that flared out slightly and a buttoned down white shirt. The first two buttons were unbuttoned, showing off his smooth, tan skin. Unconsciously, the blond’s emerald eyes drifted toward the small expanse of chest that was shown, and froze. He licked his lips, forcing his eyes away.

The look was not lost on Tsuzuki. He grinned to himself inwardly, striding to the coat rack and grabbing his jacket. The blond obviously found him attractive. Or, at the least, interesting. Great. This would help him a bit in interrogating the teen later on.

“Come here, ‘Soka. I’m going to let you wear my coat. It’s still raining outside and I don’t want you to get sick.” Hisoka raised an eyebrow in confusion. Why should Tsuzuki worry about him if he got sick? Muraki never did. The silver-haired man would still fuck him even if he was sick. The only way the blond would get out of getting screwed by Muraki was if the blond was an inch from death. And Hisoka still wasn’t sure if Muraki would not screw his dead body if it got him off in the end.

Hisoka obeyed him, walking over and standing in front of the brunette. He looked down at the ground as he felt the heavy weight of the taller man’s coat engulf his tiny frame. The coat slid off his arms, clearly too big for the small blond.

As Tsuzuki took a step back to admire the blond in his clothes, he bit back a
snort of amusement. The blond’s body was engulfed in his coat, looking too big on his small frame. He liked seeing the small body engulfed in his clothes. He smiled gently, opening the door, motioning the younger boy out first.

Hisoka walked down the hallway, hearing the click of the door closing behind him, then the large footsteps of Tsuzuki echoing his own steps. He stepped into the elevator, waiting for the detective, before pushing the button for the first floor. He followed the brunette to the car and got in.


A few cars down, Oriya blew out smoke and pushed the pipe back into his mouth. He narrowed his eyes, watching Tsuzuki’s car back out of the spot. So, they were trying to get away. He reached down for the phone again, when a light knocking stopped him.

The long-haired man leaned over, rolling down the window carefully. “Yes?” he questioned, not sure who was knocking on his car window.

“Open the door, Oriya,” the deep, seductive voice floated through the air, immediately informing Oriya who the person it was.

“Ah, Muraki, please come in.” He unlocked the door, sliding over, making room for the silver-haired man. Muraki slid in, wearing his usual white suit, smiling at his friend.

“I got here just in time to see them leave, I see. That’s a shame. The only thing that we can do is to follow them, isn’t that right, Oriya?” The said man nodded, tapping a knuckle against the small, black window separating them from the driver, signaling to the driver to leave.


Tsuzuki stared in the rearview window, watching the limo pull out of his apartment’s parking lot, turning to follow them. His amethyst eyes narrowed as he sped up the car. He could feel the teen’s questioning eyes on him, but ignored the gaze. He didn’t recognize whose car that was so he was going to give them quite a chase.

He yanked the wheel to the right suddenly, causing them to go zooming across the lane. Cars honked at them as the drivers slammed on their breaks to avoid colliding with the brunette’s car.

“Tsuzuki! What are you doing?!” Hisoka hissed, holding onto the arm-rest that was located near his chair. His heart was thudding violently against his chest, eyes wide in fear and surprise.

“We’re going for a ride! Hold on tight, ‘Soka!” Tsuzuki chirped, slamming his foot against the gas, zooming down the street.

Tsuzuki looked in his rearview mirror, not seeing the black limo. He smiled,
cheering to himself silently. He lost that weird car! Yes! Tsuzuki: One, Car: Zero.

“What happened earlier, Hisoka? You scared me quite a bit when you came tearing into the bathroom, grabbing onto me like I was the last man on earth,” Tsuzuki asked, glancing over at the blond. Hisoka was pale, staring at the older man. So, Tsuzuki remembered that.

He cleared his throat, looking out the window, watching the rain pound violently against the window. “I-I was having a…bad dream. It was a horrible nightmare that I used to get when I was a child. It went away for a while, but sometimes it comes back,” Hisoka whispered, turning to his head to the side, ashamed. He prayed that this lie would work. It was only partially a lie anyway. He used to have nightmares all the time of Muraki torturing him when he was younger.

Tsuzuki nodded accepting that answer. He could tell that the blond was still hiding things from him, but he expected that. After all, he had just met the blond earlier that day. He smiled, pulling into the parking lot of an expensive restaurant. He parked the car, smiling at Hisoka.

“Let’s go, ‘Soka! This is one of my favorite restaurants. You will love the food here!” Tsuzuki grabbed Hisoka’s arm, leading him into the restaurant. He didn’t notice the blond become paler as they entered the building.

Hisoka knew this restaurant. When he was younger, after Muraki had first bought him, the silver-haired man brought him here. At first the night had gone alright, then things had gone wrong.


'Laughter filled the room, the light clunking of the chopsticks hitting the bowls in the background. Four men sat around the table, chattering away. Muraki sat at the end of the table, eating his rice quietly, a small, eleven year old blond in a light green kimono in his lap.

Dazed emerald eyes stared at the table from underneath silky, blond locks. The drug was swirling around in his blood, causing him to move around sluggishly and limply. He groaned as he felt a hand slowly inch its way up his leg, before resting limply on his thigh. Long, pale fingers stroked the kimono gently, before moving underneath, and continuing to stroke the skin.

“Mr. Muraki, we appreciate you taking us out to dinner, but where is the entertainment?” a dark-haired man spoke up from the other side of Muraki. The other
three men nodded, expressing that they were becoming bored.

“Ah, gentlemen, he is right here. I was just waiting for the best time to use him.” Muraki removed his hand from the kimono and lifted his hand. Two waiters came in, bowing, before clearing off the table quickly, not looking up.

The men leaned closer together, mumbling amongst themselves. They looked up as Hisoka was forced onto his hands and knees on the table. Startled emerald eyes stared in the brown eyes of one of the businessmen. The blond whimpered, trying to pull back to get off the table but a sharp smack on his bottom form Muraki stopped him. Muraki smirked, resuming his position from earlier and watched as the men reached forward.

One of the businessmen, a long-haired brunette, stroked the pale cheeks, raising an eyebrow as Hisoka closed his eyes, nuzzling into the hand. A chuckle escaped the four men as they crowded closer to Hisoka. Hands roamed over the small body, the kimono eventually being removed and thrown to the side.

Hisoka was now laying on his back, head back, arms above his head in one of the men’s strong grip. Pants escaped the young boy as another blond was slowly kissing his way across the pale chest, nibbling on the small nubs until they were hard.

“Unh!” Hisoka moaned, arching his back, pleasure shooting through his body. Different thoughts swirled inside his head, the blond not knowing which ones were his own and which ones weren't.

The long-haired brunette was moving into the area between the eleven year old’s legs, smiling down at the blond. He caught sight of the fearful emerald eyes staring up at him in confusion and pleasure. A shiver of anticipation surged through him and he ran his right hand over the thighs that were in front of him. He placed the legs over his shoulder, watching as the blond moved away from Hisoka’s chest and sat beside the table, the other men watching his movements.

Nervousness swept through the man as he stared down at the male body parts of the boy. He did not know how to prepare a male since all he ever slept with were females. Were they different? Did it hurt when he would thrust in?

As he was debating his decision in his head, Muraki spoke up.

“Go ahead. The boy needs no preparation. He is already accustomed to pain.”

The man nodded, positioning himself, and thrusting in. Pain. Unbelievable pain hit Hisoka and the young boy arched his back, letting out a muffled scream. The man froze, unsure what to do. Muraki glared, reaching over and handing one of the men a ball gag.

“Gag him with this. I don’t want the other customers to hear him.” The man nodded, reluctantly forcing open the blond’s mouth and putting the ball gag in. He tied it behind Hisoka’s head.

The man inside of him shivered at the feeling of the clenching muscles. He forced himself in some more, until he was in balls deep. At this point, he didn’t care if he hurt the blond. All he wanted was to reach his climax. He pulled out, slamming back in, watching as the blond closed his eyes, tears slipping down smooth, pale cheeks.

A whimper escaped Hisoka as he moved his head to the side. He opened his eyes, staring at the sliding door. They widened as he saw two pairs of eyes watching him. The waiters were watching them. Disgust and shame flamed through Hisoka as he noticed the lust that was blazing in their eyes. A cry of pain escaped him, and he arched his back as the man inside of him climaxed, spilling his essence into him.

As another man took his place, Hisoka let his eyes drift to behind the man, and onto Muraki. The silver-haired man had a pleased look on his face as he sat there, watching the pain that Hisoka was experiencing. The blond could detect a small glimpse of satisfaction in those mismatched eyes.'

A hand was waving in his face, startling the blond. Hisoka flinched away, raising his arms above him to shield his body.

“Hisoka? What’s the matter? We’re going to eat dinner,” Tsuzuki stated, eyes intently watching him. A frown was forming on the detective’s face as he studied the younger male.

The two had been led to a table and were seated. Then Hisoka suddenly got a distant look in his eyes and began to whimper and mutter to himself softly. It scared Tsuzuki. He had never seen such a distant look on anybody’s face before.

“I-I’m fine. Sorry to keep worrying you,” Hisoka forced out, smiling weakly.

He shakily lifted his glass of water, looking away from the brunette. His eyes swept across the restaurant. Everything was the same. There was thegiant fountain in the middle of the restaurant, to the right of them were tall, green plants, and on the other side of the room was a bar.

He swept his eyes to the entrance of the restaurant and froze as his heart stopped in his chest. He was staring into the mismatched eyes of a smirking Kazutaka Muraki.