Ace of Spades, part 3
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awesomechick15title: Ace of Spades
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awesomechick15
pairing: Akanishi Jin/Kamenashi Kazuya
rating: R - NC-17
genre: romance, (bad) thriller
disclaimer: I don't own Akanishi Jin, Kamenashi Kazuya or their friends on any way. I only own the police forces in the story and.... well, you know, people you can't recognize.
summary: There is a killing spree aiming on Kamenashi family. After Kazuya gets attacked, police transfers him into a new home with two bodyguards until investigation is over - but things don't go as planned.
warnings: death
a/n: Ooo-kaaaayyyy. So. What will follow is badly explained character-hook up. But it will be explained. And they will have personalities too. Someday. I think. But, the end is coming nearer and nearer! ♥ It's possible that the next chapter might be the last one. Or not, depends on how I'll decide to cut the story.
Jin swallowed once. Twice. He felt slight shivers creeping their way down his spine, cold sweat rising on his forehead. This wasn't a part of his job, nor was it something he would have ever been prepared to. Bad news weren't something a bodyguard was supposed to tell (and actually he really even wasn't), there was no one to teach how to give them.
The real orders had never included anything about telling Kame his friend was now dead. Nothing, and apparently nobody had made any effort on telling the fact to him. Jin had only received new informations about security and staff changes and addings. He didn't have to do this, he could have easily been quiet and let Kame think everything was alright, say that Ueda just wasn't let to see him anymore because of the videotape – but that wouldn't be fair. So Jin gave the big, childish freak inside him a break for a moment and switched on the 'empathic but professional'-mode.
He didn't even notice before he had knocked already. For a moment it was silent, no voices could be heard from Kame's room. Then the boy – or man, actually, but the other one was still somehow boyish – suddenly appeared in front of Jin's face, obviously sleepy, hair all messy and eyes blinking because of the light coming from hallway. It was cute, on some level – and if the situation had been other, Jin would have noticed this better. Now was time to be the professional guy.
“What's up?”
Wait, what. Seriously, that was his professional mode? What's up?
“I was sleeping,” Kame said with annoyed tone. “Why are you here?”
“Can we talk for a moment?”
The confusion was obvious on Kame's face, but he took a step backwards anyway and let Jin in. Latter swallowed again, smiling slightly and pushing the door closed. Kame tilted his head, chewing his lip slightly before finally opening his mouth again.
“Is something wrong? You seem kind of... well, not you.”
And how do you know who I am?
“Um. Yeah, kinda. Or. I mean. Yes. I-- I think you should, um. Sit down.”
Now Kame was worried. He frowned and nodded, sitting down on a chair. What was Akanishi trying to tell? Or, more, what he was avoiding to tell? Wildest images started running before his eyes, and for few seconds Kame was only imagining things, forgetting to look at Jin and pretend he was listening. Well, he was, but...
“Kazuya,” Jin said, his tone formal. Suddenly he was kneeling in front of Kame, smiling politely. “I have highly enjoyed these days we've spent together. We haven't really talked about anything serious, but we have had lots of fun - I have, at least. Because of this I must confess...”
“Jin, don't,” Kame covered his mouth after that sentence, tears glistening in his eyes. “Don't. We're not ready--”
“But I love you! Please, marry me! I want you to be my wife!”
Wait, what? Kame blinked and suppressed a grimace barely. He wasn't a woman and definitely not that submissive. That image was just disgusting. Something better.
“Kame, I have to tell you - I just came from police's laboratories and... They have found out who the killer is. It's...”
“Who is it? Tell me!”
“It's your mother.”
“Huh?”
Maybe not that either. The very idea almost made Kame laugh.
Jin leaned on the door, smiling smugly, his hair covering his eyes.
“You've been tired lately, haven't you?”
“Excuse me?” Kame asked, staring at the man's frame. He didn't even blink when the other one took few steps closer to him, hips moving smoothly with his body.
“So, so tired...”
“Where-- why-- what do you mean?”
For few seconds Jin didn't say a word, just stared at Kame. His dark, curly hair was suddenly a bit longer than before, delicate features and the curve of his smile a bit more graceful than few minutes ago. Jin's collarbones were mildly exposed, his shirt covering only half of them. And how was his skin that pure and pale for a Japanese?
Kame found himself only staring, swallowing with some difficulties. Shivers were running down his spine, and he felt an urge of taking support from something, even though he was sitting.
“I can offer you some... relaxation, Kamenashi-san.”
Kame didn't stop Jin, when he dropped slowly on his knees. Instead, Kame reached for his curls, taking some of them in his hand.
Whoa. Kame blinked, eyes fixed on the real Jin now (that sight wasn't so bad either, but Kame still preferred his imagination version). Those things weren't something fitting on that moment. Or any moment, really. Jin was a bodyguard and definitely one weird, sick puppy. Kame wasn't attracted to him on any level.
“... Did you just moan?” Jin asked, his face suspicious.
“What? No, I didn't. It was a yawn, you idiot!”
“Oh. So, um...” Jin's face was weird again, he looked like he wasn't sure of what to say. But whatever it was, it couldn't be good. “You are not going to like this. At all.”
“Just gag it out, Akanishi.”
Jin stared at him, then sitting slowly next to him.
“You know, they started blaming this whole thing on Ueda after the last threat. Actually, police went and tried to arrest him, but...”
Kame didn't like Jin's tone. Soft and quiet, like he was already afraid of reactions. He didn't even think about the possibility of Ueda being the killer; there was something else.
“But what?”
“They found him dead. Your friend got murdered, probably by the same person who did it to your brother.”
“I don't understand,” Nakazawa sighed, staring at the pictures in front of him. “This is not possible.”
He heard agreeing hums. Moments like these were very rare, because usually everything was solved quickly with little work. This time, police forces had no clues, the CID was completely lost with their investigation and the murderer, whoever it was, was playing with their heads like a little girl with dolls.
A meeting would be starting in few minutes and they didn't have anything to show their head chief. Anything. They had had hours, every single evidence in front of them and results from laboratories on paper. So far they had only cards – now two.
Nakazawa had heard that atmosphere at Ueda's death scene had resembled a chaos, especially after someone had found a new clue – another playing card, this time also spade. Now it was in front of Nakazawa and his eight colleagues, looking innocent and completely inexplicable. The only thing they had so far was the fact there was, again, something reading on it. This time an A. From this, someone had guessed it could mean the killer was forming some kind of a sentence or a name. If head chief was going to take that without biting, Nakazawa didn't know. Nonetheless, they were going to get their ass beaten. Not literally, but still.
No fingerprints, no incriminating evidence, no results in interrogations, nothing on security cameras. Right now term 'invisible killer' sounded more likely than anything else – but Nakazawa was very sure their bosses wouldn't take that as an answer. The Kamenashi case had finally been overheard by someone connected to media and newspapers, tabloids and television were all taking advantage on the tragedy. Because of this and the whole Ueda accident Kamenashi's family and friends were under protection. And now, when they knew either Ueda was totally fucked up or he was never behind the threatements, also Kamenashi himself was again getting some attention. His number of bodyguards was going to increase and he would be soon transferred into another location, this time probably somewhere near headquarters. Nakazawa knew that even with the possibility of a serial killer police would never have been this strict if it wasn't for Kamenashi's oh, so famous brother. It was kind of sad.
Now they had to only wish for one thing: the killer would retreat for some time, giving them space and time to find him on a way or another.
and the world
is beautiful
(if you scream loud enough, cut your spine enough)
lock it on
He didn't know if his smile was now only a grimace, but there was no one to watch. Slowly he pushed his gloves off, exposing miles of golden, flawless skin. Too flawless. He felt like cutting it, ripping it off, exposing flesh, blood and bones. But those things weren't for him, not him, him. Them.
Laughter was like champagne, supposed to be drunk for a beautiful lady's slipper.
Luckily guns were the most gracious invention known to man.
lock it on
turn on the alarm
“Gentlemen, first the good news,” head chief said, his face blank and emotionless, like a china doll. Ugly one, the kind you want to shatter. “Kamenashi Kazuya is still alive and healthy. Tomorrow morning he will be transferred into a new location and his bodyguard number will be larger. He doesn't know about Ueda Tatsuya's murder, and we are not planning on telling him. This is also why we are banning him from television – media is picking up on this case.”
Head chief looked suddenly colder.
“Which is also what I'm curious about. Does anyone in this room happen to know how the most selling tabloid in Tokyo is telling every little detail about this series of murders and making people panic?”
“I heard someone from lower departments gave informations to his brother,” one of Nakazawa's colleagues said after clearing his throat. “Brother happened to be a journalist. This is only a rumor, of course.”
“If it's rumors, don't tell it to me. This is not a school yard and we are not talking about Brad Pitt's new hairstyle. I'm letting this topic go for now, because there is no way we can make it disappear. Instead, did you find anything?”
Fuck. The topic everyone in Nakazawa's team (and probably in others') wanted to avoid.
“Sir, I'm sorry,” he said, standing up – he was the leader, after all. “But even laboratory tests are not giving us anything. All we have is two playing cards without any proper fingerprints and the bodies. Yes, we know the killer has a pattern, but it's not leading us anywhere. Though,” Nakazawa started a new sentence before the disapproving look on his boss's face could crush him, “we noticed the fact the cards might be forming a word or a sentence. We have a K and an A, so we could expect something related to Kamenashi. You know, Kaoru, Kazuya, their surname, anything. Also, this predicts there might be more victims.”
“I see,” head chief sighed. “I see.”
Nakazawa understood his feeling. Killing sprees like these were rare nowadays.
“Sir,” he said, slight insecurity in his voice, “we of course... could give Kamenashi a psychological test. There is still a possibility he has been doing these things himself.”
“And killed Ueda? Nakazawa, get real.”
“He could be working with someone,” one of Nakazawa's younger colleagues, Fukao, said suddenly, standing up. “We can't be sure there is only one killer. It might be that there is more than one. Actually, thinking of all these incidents... It's very likely.
Head chief's expression started changing, again – this time into a grin. The dark, small meeting room they were in looked suddenly much more bright. When your boss was happy, you were happy.
“I knew there was some reason I hired you, Fukao. Do the tests on Kamenashi – and also a polygraph test, if you just get a permission. Also do new interrogations on his friends and check his personal items again. We're catching this bastard, was he Kamenashi or not.”
Everyone started bowing politely, backing off to go and do their job. Nakazawa followed their example, though not any more reassured than before; this was only guessing and playing cat and mouse, not real investigation. They had already used all their cards, now there was just catching things randomly, blind and deaf.
Koki felt his heart pounding in his chest. He had known going out alone was a very bad idea, but fuck, of course he had still done it. There had been police on his door that morning, telling him how Ueda had just died and how everyone were getting special protection now. That was something Koki didn't take lightly, mostly because he was used to being free like a bird. Now there was someone standing beside him even when he was sleeping (not easy), telling him how he wasn't allowed to go anywhere without guidance, looking out for him when he tried to watch TV. So he had done one thing he knew really how to do – ran away.
Well, it wasn't exactly running away, since all he had been doing was circling around the city without a real destination, planning on coming back home soon. He just needed some air.
Probably about an half an hour ago he had started noticing something weird. Like someone was following him, though he could never see anything or anyone when he turned around. It was probably only his imagination, but it still was scaring him. His mind was slowly locking itself up.
He could almost smell it, his own fear.
Koki tried to make his steps faster, almost hearing someone else's between their noises. Of course it was stupid, because with quick glance he could tell there was absolutely nobody behind him. It was only because of everything happening lately.
Well, that was his opinion.
And it could stay as one, as long as he didn't scream when someone stopped him, grabbing his shoulder and breathed cold air in his neck, pressing a knife on his throat. As long as he didn't realize the someone he had been imagining was real and more alive than ever.
“Don't even try to scream.”
Koki didn't. Instead, he heard blood rushing in his ears and-- oh God, he had heard that voice before.
Blood and one thought getting cut.
“Kame, stop,” Jin said chewing his lip and searching for the bottle latter was holding. “Stop it already. This isn't going to solve anything.”
“How the fuck do you know,” Kame slurred, trying to hold his dear bottle of something looking like liquor out of Jin's reach. It was his, not that bastard's. “Fucking slut. Stay the hell awa-hick-y from me. If Ueda comes, then tell me!”
“Slut? How did you get to thinking I'm a slut?” Jin blinked, but then sighed. “Just give me the bottle. Ueda is dead, and this is not going to bring him back. Nothing is.”
“Shut up and leave me alone,” Kame growled, pushing Jin away. “You don't know anything. Ueda is not dead, you're just lying to me. Fucking slut.”
“I'm not a slut!”
It was absurd. Jin could never have guessed Kame's first reaction on misery was drinking. Neither did he know where the man had gotten alcohol from – probably found it from cabinets or something. But drunken Kame was something and someone Jin never wanted to meet again; he was mean, aggressive and annoying, someone Jin knew the real Kame was not. And now he was obviously drunk enough to start insulting. They were in Kame's room, sitting on his bed - or actually Kame was already half-laying on it when Jin sat on the very edge.
“Oh, really,” Kame laughed, his voice a little breathless. “I don't believe you. I've seen the way you look at me.”
“Kame, stop while you still can,” Jin said, starting to slowly get mad.
“Oh no, I won't. You want me. I can see it. And you know what? Right now, I'm drunk enough to want you. Here you go, this is what you wanted, right? A good piece of ass.”
“Kame, I've known you for few days--”
“People don't know their one night stands for longer than one night,” Kame said, his tone now cheerful. “And they fuck them too. And we've certainly talked for more than one night.”
“Kame, stop it. You're drunk.”
“I know,” Kame grinned and suddenly pulled Jin closer. “That's what makes things so easy for you.”
For a moment, they were both very distracted. Kame, trying to probably swallow Jin's tongue or either stuck his own down Jin's throat. Jin, instead, was pushing his drunk client (or whatever Kame was) and trying to make him stop. Neither one of them succeeded, but they ended up laying on the bed, Jin under Kame.
“Stop it,” Jin said, trying to push the other one off him. Kame didn't do as he said, only crawled to his knees and pressed his hands on both sides of Jin's head. The position was plain weird, something Jin would have never thought of Kame.
“You don't want me to stop,” Kame said with surprising determination. “You're just afraid someone else will take control of your freakish body for a moment. You're a fucking coward, Akanishi.”
That made Jin shut up. Kame took advantage of his silence and kissed him again, this time with more success. It was actually pretty damn nice – still not gentle and with tongue, but much better than last time. While Kame kissed the living daylights out of him, Jin forgot to resist and fell loose under the above. Slowly Kame started to slide his cold hands down, letting them touch Jin's skin on his hips. They started creeping their way under the hem of his shirt, making the older one shiver and moan quietly. Kame broke the kiss, moving his lips to Jin's neck, starting to nibble the soft skin with his neck. He pushed the shirt up, then breaking all the contact with his mouth to take it away.
When Jin was officially shirtless, he rose a bit to kiss Kame again. The man sitting on top of him grinned into it, pushing his hands in Jin's hair.
“You're easy to persuade,” Kame whispered softly between the kisses, biting gently Jin's lower lip.
“You taste like liquor,” Jin mumbled back, sounding like it was a good argument.
For a potential one night stand with a random guy he had known for few days, Kame surprised even himself with being more gentle than normally. This, though, didn't mean he had to be a prude. He slid his right hand down Jin's chest and stomach, stopping it on his crotch. Kame didn't make a move to unbuckle the belt – instead he added some pressure in his touch, making Jin' arch his back and buck his hips up, crawling for more.
“Tease,” he hissed, biting Kame's neck with his canines.
The only response he got was a grind of hips.
When Jin reached for Kame's shirt, he got stopped by a hand and eyes with a severe look on them.
“So that you don't get the wrong idea... This doesn't mean anything, Akanishi. I'm drunk and going to pretend later this never happened.”
“Like I didn't know that,” Jin answered, making Kame kiss him again and let him take the shirt off.
For a moment there was only hitched breaths, a bit awkward touches and few grind of hips offering that sweet, sweet friction, making their backs arch.
Of course it would have been much nicer, if then a barrel of a gun wouldn't have been pointed at them.
author:
awesomechick15 pairing: Akanishi Jin/Kamenashi Kazuya
rating: R - NC-17
genre: romance, (bad) thriller
disclaimer: I don't own Akanishi Jin, Kamenashi Kazuya or their friends on any way. I only own the police forces in the story and.... well, you know, people you can't recognize.
summary: There is a killing spree aiming on Kamenashi family. After Kazuya gets attacked, police transfers him into a new home with two bodyguards until investigation is over - but things don't go as planned.
warnings: death
a/n: Ooo-kaaaayyyy. So. What will follow is badly explained character-hook up. But it will be explained. And they will have personalities too. Someday. I think. But, the end is coming nearer and nearer! ♥ It's possible that the next chapter might be the last one. Or not, depends on how I'll decide to cut the story.
Jin swallowed once. Twice. He felt slight shivers creeping their way down his spine, cold sweat rising on his forehead. This wasn't a part of his job, nor was it something he would have ever been prepared to. Bad news weren't something a bodyguard was supposed to tell (and actually he really even wasn't), there was no one to teach how to give them.
The real orders had never included anything about telling Kame his friend was now dead. Nothing, and apparently nobody had made any effort on telling the fact to him. Jin had only received new informations about security and staff changes and addings. He didn't have to do this, he could have easily been quiet and let Kame think everything was alright, say that Ueda just wasn't let to see him anymore because of the videotape – but that wouldn't be fair. So Jin gave the big, childish freak inside him a break for a moment and switched on the 'empathic but professional'-mode.
He didn't even notice before he had knocked already. For a moment it was silent, no voices could be heard from Kame's room. Then the boy – or man, actually, but the other one was still somehow boyish – suddenly appeared in front of Jin's face, obviously sleepy, hair all messy and eyes blinking because of the light coming from hallway. It was cute, on some level – and if the situation had been other, Jin would have noticed this better. Now was time to be the professional guy.
“What's up?”
Wait, what. Seriously, that was his professional mode? What's up?
“I was sleeping,” Kame said with annoyed tone. “Why are you here?”
“Can we talk for a moment?”
The confusion was obvious on Kame's face, but he took a step backwards anyway and let Jin in. Latter swallowed again, smiling slightly and pushing the door closed. Kame tilted his head, chewing his lip slightly before finally opening his mouth again.
“Is something wrong? You seem kind of... well, not you.”
And how do you know who I am?
“Um. Yeah, kinda. Or. I mean. Yes. I-- I think you should, um. Sit down.”
Now Kame was worried. He frowned and nodded, sitting down on a chair. What was Akanishi trying to tell? Or, more, what he was avoiding to tell? Wildest images started running before his eyes, and for few seconds Kame was only imagining things, forgetting to look at Jin and pretend he was listening. Well, he was, but...
“Kazuya,” Jin said, his tone formal. Suddenly he was kneeling in front of Kame, smiling politely. “I have highly enjoyed these days we've spent together. We haven't really talked about anything serious, but we have had lots of fun - I have, at least. Because of this I must confess...”
“Jin, don't,” Kame covered his mouth after that sentence, tears glistening in his eyes. “Don't. We're not ready--”
“But I love you! Please, marry me! I want you to be my wife!”
Wait, what? Kame blinked and suppressed a grimace barely. He wasn't a woman and definitely not that submissive. That image was just disgusting. Something better.
“Kame, I have to tell you - I just came from police's laboratories and... They have found out who the killer is. It's...”
“Who is it? Tell me!”
“It's your mother.”
“Huh?”
Maybe not that either. The very idea almost made Kame laugh.
Jin leaned on the door, smiling smugly, his hair covering his eyes.
“You've been tired lately, haven't you?”
“Excuse me?” Kame asked, staring at the man's frame. He didn't even blink when the other one took few steps closer to him, hips moving smoothly with his body.
“So, so tired...”
“Where-- why-- what do you mean?”
For few seconds Jin didn't say a word, just stared at Kame. His dark, curly hair was suddenly a bit longer than before, delicate features and the curve of his smile a bit more graceful than few minutes ago. Jin's collarbones were mildly exposed, his shirt covering only half of them. And how was his skin that pure and pale for a Japanese?
Kame found himself only staring, swallowing with some difficulties. Shivers were running down his spine, and he felt an urge of taking support from something, even though he was sitting.
“I can offer you some... relaxation, Kamenashi-san.”
Kame didn't stop Jin, when he dropped slowly on his knees. Instead, Kame reached for his curls, taking some of them in his hand.
Whoa. Kame blinked, eyes fixed on the real Jin now (that sight wasn't so bad either, but Kame still preferred his imagination version). Those things weren't something fitting on that moment. Or any moment, really. Jin was a bodyguard and definitely one weird, sick puppy. Kame wasn't attracted to him on any level.
“... Did you just moan?” Jin asked, his face suspicious.
“What? No, I didn't. It was a yawn, you idiot!”
“Oh. So, um...” Jin's face was weird again, he looked like he wasn't sure of what to say. But whatever it was, it couldn't be good. “You are not going to like this. At all.”
“Just gag it out, Akanishi.”
Jin stared at him, then sitting slowly next to him.
“You know, they started blaming this whole thing on Ueda after the last threat. Actually, police went and tried to arrest him, but...”
Kame didn't like Jin's tone. Soft and quiet, like he was already afraid of reactions. He didn't even think about the possibility of Ueda being the killer; there was something else.
“But what?”
“They found him dead. Your friend got murdered, probably by the same person who did it to your brother.”
♦ ♣ ♥
“I don't understand,” Nakazawa sighed, staring at the pictures in front of him. “This is not possible.”
He heard agreeing hums. Moments like these were very rare, because usually everything was solved quickly with little work. This time, police forces had no clues, the CID was completely lost with their investigation and the murderer, whoever it was, was playing with their heads like a little girl with dolls.
A meeting would be starting in few minutes and they didn't have anything to show their head chief. Anything. They had had hours, every single evidence in front of them and results from laboratories on paper. So far they had only cards – now two.
Nakazawa had heard that atmosphere at Ueda's death scene had resembled a chaos, especially after someone had found a new clue – another playing card, this time also spade. Now it was in front of Nakazawa and his eight colleagues, looking innocent and completely inexplicable. The only thing they had so far was the fact there was, again, something reading on it. This time an A. From this, someone had guessed it could mean the killer was forming some kind of a sentence or a name. If head chief was going to take that without biting, Nakazawa didn't know. Nonetheless, they were going to get their ass beaten. Not literally, but still.
No fingerprints, no incriminating evidence, no results in interrogations, nothing on security cameras. Right now term 'invisible killer' sounded more likely than anything else – but Nakazawa was very sure their bosses wouldn't take that as an answer. The Kamenashi case had finally been overheard by someone connected to media and newspapers, tabloids and television were all taking advantage on the tragedy. Because of this and the whole Ueda accident Kamenashi's family and friends were under protection. And now, when they knew either Ueda was totally fucked up or he was never behind the threatements, also Kamenashi himself was again getting some attention. His number of bodyguards was going to increase and he would be soon transferred into another location, this time probably somewhere near headquarters. Nakazawa knew that even with the possibility of a serial killer police would never have been this strict if it wasn't for Kamenashi's oh, so famous brother. It was kind of sad.
Now they had to only wish for one thing: the killer would retreat for some time, giving them space and time to find him on a way or another.
♠ ♦ ♣ ♥
and the world
is beautiful
(if you scream loud enough, cut your spine enough)
lock it on
He didn't know if his smile was now only a grimace, but there was no one to watch. Slowly he pushed his gloves off, exposing miles of golden, flawless skin. Too flawless. He felt like cutting it, ripping it off, exposing flesh, blood and bones. But those things weren't for him, not him, him. Them.
Laughter was like champagne, supposed to be drunk for a beautiful lady's slipper.
Luckily guns were the most gracious invention known to man.
lock it on
turn on the alarm
♠ ♦ ♣ ♥
“Gentlemen, first the good news,” head chief said, his face blank and emotionless, like a china doll. Ugly one, the kind you want to shatter. “Kamenashi Kazuya is still alive and healthy. Tomorrow morning he will be transferred into a new location and his bodyguard number will be larger. He doesn't know about Ueda Tatsuya's murder, and we are not planning on telling him. This is also why we are banning him from television – media is picking up on this case.”
Head chief looked suddenly colder.
“Which is also what I'm curious about. Does anyone in this room happen to know how the most selling tabloid in Tokyo is telling every little detail about this series of murders and making people panic?”
“I heard someone from lower departments gave informations to his brother,” one of Nakazawa's colleagues said after clearing his throat. “Brother happened to be a journalist. This is only a rumor, of course.”
“If it's rumors, don't tell it to me. This is not a school yard and we are not talking about Brad Pitt's new hairstyle. I'm letting this topic go for now, because there is no way we can make it disappear. Instead, did you find anything?”
Fuck. The topic everyone in Nakazawa's team (and probably in others') wanted to avoid.
“Sir, I'm sorry,” he said, standing up – he was the leader, after all. “But even laboratory tests are not giving us anything. All we have is two playing cards without any proper fingerprints and the bodies. Yes, we know the killer has a pattern, but it's not leading us anywhere. Though,” Nakazawa started a new sentence before the disapproving look on his boss's face could crush him, “we noticed the fact the cards might be forming a word or a sentence. We have a K and an A, so we could expect something related to Kamenashi. You know, Kaoru, Kazuya, their surname, anything. Also, this predicts there might be more victims.”
“I see,” head chief sighed. “I see.”
Nakazawa understood his feeling. Killing sprees like these were rare nowadays.
“Sir,” he said, slight insecurity in his voice, “we of course... could give Kamenashi a psychological test. There is still a possibility he has been doing these things himself.”
“And killed Ueda? Nakazawa, get real.”
“He could be working with someone,” one of Nakazawa's younger colleagues, Fukao, said suddenly, standing up. “We can't be sure there is only one killer. It might be that there is more than one. Actually, thinking of all these incidents... It's very likely.
Head chief's expression started changing, again – this time into a grin. The dark, small meeting room they were in looked suddenly much more bright. When your boss was happy, you were happy.
“I knew there was some reason I hired you, Fukao. Do the tests on Kamenashi – and also a polygraph test, if you just get a permission. Also do new interrogations on his friends and check his personal items again. We're catching this bastard, was he Kamenashi or not.”
Everyone started bowing politely, backing off to go and do their job. Nakazawa followed their example, though not any more reassured than before; this was only guessing and playing cat and mouse, not real investigation. They had already used all their cards, now there was just catching things randomly, blind and deaf.
♦ ♣ ♥
Koki felt his heart pounding in his chest. He had known going out alone was a very bad idea, but fuck, of course he had still done it. There had been police on his door that morning, telling him how Ueda had just died and how everyone were getting special protection now. That was something Koki didn't take lightly, mostly because he was used to being free like a bird. Now there was someone standing beside him even when he was sleeping (not easy), telling him how he wasn't allowed to go anywhere without guidance, looking out for him when he tried to watch TV. So he had done one thing he knew really how to do – ran away.
Well, it wasn't exactly running away, since all he had been doing was circling around the city without a real destination, planning on coming back home soon. He just needed some air.
Probably about an half an hour ago he had started noticing something weird. Like someone was following him, though he could never see anything or anyone when he turned around. It was probably only his imagination, but it still was scaring him. His mind was slowly locking itself up.
He could almost smell it, his own fear.
Koki tried to make his steps faster, almost hearing someone else's between their noises. Of course it was stupid, because with quick glance he could tell there was absolutely nobody behind him. It was only because of everything happening lately.
Well, that was his opinion.
And it could stay as one, as long as he didn't scream when someone stopped him, grabbing his shoulder and breathed cold air in his neck, pressing a knife on his throat. As long as he didn't realize the someone he had been imagining was real and more alive than ever.
“Don't even try to scream.”
Koki didn't. Instead, he heard blood rushing in his ears and-- oh God, he had heard that voice before.
Blood and one thought getting cut.
♦ ♣ ♥
“Kame, stop,” Jin said chewing his lip and searching for the bottle latter was holding. “Stop it already. This isn't going to solve anything.”
“How the fuck do you know,” Kame slurred, trying to hold his dear bottle of something looking like liquor out of Jin's reach. It was his, not that bastard's. “Fucking slut. Stay the hell awa-hick-y from me. If Ueda comes, then tell me!”
“Slut? How did you get to thinking I'm a slut?” Jin blinked, but then sighed. “Just give me the bottle. Ueda is dead, and this is not going to bring him back. Nothing is.”
“Shut up and leave me alone,” Kame growled, pushing Jin away. “You don't know anything. Ueda is not dead, you're just lying to me. Fucking slut.”
“I'm not a slut!”
It was absurd. Jin could never have guessed Kame's first reaction on misery was drinking. Neither did he know where the man had gotten alcohol from – probably found it from cabinets or something. But drunken Kame was something and someone Jin never wanted to meet again; he was mean, aggressive and annoying, someone Jin knew the real Kame was not. And now he was obviously drunk enough to start insulting. They were in Kame's room, sitting on his bed - or actually Kame was already half-laying on it when Jin sat on the very edge.
“Oh, really,” Kame laughed, his voice a little breathless. “I don't believe you. I've seen the way you look at me.”
“Kame, stop while you still can,” Jin said, starting to slowly get mad.
“Oh no, I won't. You want me. I can see it. And you know what? Right now, I'm drunk enough to want you. Here you go, this is what you wanted, right? A good piece of ass.”
“Kame, I've known you for few days--”
“People don't know their one night stands for longer than one night,” Kame said, his tone now cheerful. “And they fuck them too. And we've certainly talked for more than one night.”
“Kame, stop it. You're drunk.”
“I know,” Kame grinned and suddenly pulled Jin closer. “That's what makes things so easy for you.”
For a moment, they were both very distracted. Kame, trying to probably swallow Jin's tongue or either stuck his own down Jin's throat. Jin, instead, was pushing his drunk client (or whatever Kame was) and trying to make him stop. Neither one of them succeeded, but they ended up laying on the bed, Jin under Kame.
“Stop it,” Jin said, trying to push the other one off him. Kame didn't do as he said, only crawled to his knees and pressed his hands on both sides of Jin's head. The position was plain weird, something Jin would have never thought of Kame.
“You don't want me to stop,” Kame said with surprising determination. “You're just afraid someone else will take control of your freakish body for a moment. You're a fucking coward, Akanishi.”
That made Jin shut up. Kame took advantage of his silence and kissed him again, this time with more success. It was actually pretty damn nice – still not gentle and with tongue, but much better than last time. While Kame kissed the living daylights out of him, Jin forgot to resist and fell loose under the above. Slowly Kame started to slide his cold hands down, letting them touch Jin's skin on his hips. They started creeping their way under the hem of his shirt, making the older one shiver and moan quietly. Kame broke the kiss, moving his lips to Jin's neck, starting to nibble the soft skin with his neck. He pushed the shirt up, then breaking all the contact with his mouth to take it away.
When Jin was officially shirtless, he rose a bit to kiss Kame again. The man sitting on top of him grinned into it, pushing his hands in Jin's hair.
“You're easy to persuade,” Kame whispered softly between the kisses, biting gently Jin's lower lip.
“You taste like liquor,” Jin mumbled back, sounding like it was a good argument.
For a potential one night stand with a random guy he had known for few days, Kame surprised even himself with being more gentle than normally. This, though, didn't mean he had to be a prude. He slid his right hand down Jin's chest and stomach, stopping it on his crotch. Kame didn't make a move to unbuckle the belt – instead he added some pressure in his touch, making Jin' arch his back and buck his hips up, crawling for more.
“Tease,” he hissed, biting Kame's neck with his canines.
The only response he got was a grind of hips.
When Jin reached for Kame's shirt, he got stopped by a hand and eyes with a severe look on them.
“So that you don't get the wrong idea... This doesn't mean anything, Akanishi. I'm drunk and going to pretend later this never happened.”
“Like I didn't know that,” Jin answered, making Kame kiss him again and let him take the shirt off.
For a moment there was only hitched breaths, a bit awkward touches and few grind of hips offering that sweet, sweet friction, making their backs arch.
Of course it would have been much nicer, if then a barrel of a gun wouldn't have been pointed at them.
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Date: 2010-03-15 05:37 pm (UTC)