Amethyst, Tiger's Eye & Jade [NOT FOR PUBLIC!]

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Inoue, Age Unknown (Image (c) Wingless 2006)
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Placing his hand under Koji's chin he lifted the teen's face. The darkness and sunkenness of Koji's eyes told Takiyama a lot. "You haven't been sleeping and I can tell you're exhausted Koji. You covered it well for the boys but you can't trick someone that has been there. You need sleep Koji-- and don't tell me that I just got here and you need to spend time with me."

Reaching down he picked Koji up and headed up the rest of the stairs, nipping his ear he headed towards the direction that the Yakuza Don had come from. "So do I get to see the delicious bedroom I'm sure you have?" Business could wait for a bit he wanted to satisfy parts of himself that Inoue had brought to the surface. Some of it had been satisfied but some-- upon seeing Koji-- had been brought back to life.

Ethan hugged Koji tightly and ran off after one of the man's maids. Rory stood there for a moment watching Ethan disappear... the moment he was out of sight Rory grabbed Koji and yanked him down. The lick and nip had sent shivers up and down his body and he was hard again. Pressing his mouth against the elder teen's ear he whispered cupping his hand around his mouth, "I hope next time you don't rush me just to loose a bet."


Koji laughed warmly and nodded at Rory before sending him on his way and turning to Takiyama just as the man picked him up. He was compliant at first, but as soon as Takiyama mentioned the bedroom Koji's hand snapped out and snagged onto one of the statues nearby, stopping the man and refusing to let him carry the white-haired teen any further. "N-no," the Don whispered. "Not that room. Some other room." There were too many memories in that room already, some of them still fresh and painful. He squirmed out of Takiyama's arms and gave him an annoyed look. "And don't treat me like you treat a child when we're in the presence of my men. It undermines my authority. I wouldn't carry you around so please show me the same respect."

Koji sidestepped the man a little and pursed his lips. "I'm sorry Takiyama; this has started off on the wrong foot. Let's try this again-- you want to be alone with me, fine; let's go to one of the guest suites, mm? I have a few that are equipped with the same things I have in my bedroom." He offered an encouraging smile and took the man's hand in his own, giving it a little squeeze. "What do you say?"

Watching the two Dons head upstairs, Inoue slipped his hands into his pockets and walked after the boys silently, his expression the usual nonchalant. Takiyama was at least safe with the Japanese Yakuza-- if not with the white haired boy then he was safe with nobody. He read no malice whatsoever from the teen and he knew when people were lying. All he could really do now was wait and see whether the Mafia Don actually did the wise thing, opened his mouth, and let the Don know what was wrong with him and that he needed help. Inoue wasn't sure if it was stubbornness and the man not wanting Koji to know he was weak, or if it was embarrassment, or what-- but whatever it was it was keeping Takiyama silent and agitating the assassin.


"I did not mean to treat you as a child Koji; I was trying to treat you as a lover. If I have both wrong forgive me, I don't want you to appear weak to you men. Yes I'd like to be alone so anywhere you would care to take me is fine. We can start over and enjoy the rest of the visit."

He squeezed the hand back and followed Koji towards one of the guest suites. He had wanted to see Koji's bedroom but the Don avoided that like the plague. It made him wonder what kind of relationship the white haired teen thought they had. He'd been thinking about telling Koji about the transplant but now he was wasn't so sure anymore. Takiyama grinned as they neared the room and he yanked back on Koji's arm. "Do I at least get a kiss?"

Ethan held two pixie sticks in his nose and was making faces at Rory. The redheaded boy was laughing so hard he rolled off the counter, hitting the floor with a thud. He laughed even harder as he stared up at amber eyes looking down at him. "Stop that you'll get those stuck in your nose." Standing, he turned around and grabbed a handful of pixie sticks off the opposite counter before turning to Ethan.

Setting his candy down, Rory crawled back up onto the counter, and Ethan sat in his lap. Looking up at Rory they were nearly the same size-- the elder child was just an inch or so taller. Pressing against Rory he shifted around until he found a comfortable spot, finally settling in... when he felt something poke him in the back. "Hey what's in your pocket? Come on are you hiding something from me."

Ethan grabbed at Rory and the boy made a desperate look and tried to bat Ethan's hands away. Both boys stopped moving when Inoue entered. Ethan was between Rory's legs with his hands on the boys groin pressing against it.


"Of course," Koji beamed, pulling Takiyama down to his height and standing on his toes, pressing his mouth against the Mafia Don's warmly. "And you picked a good room too; it's one of my fav--"Koji paused and turned his head when one of his men walked by. "Tashido," he called after the accountant, who had his head in a book.

"Mmm? Oh! Yes, Sir! How can I assist you?" the man asked quickly, closing the book and bowing low.

"I've been looking for you all day," Koji said warmly. "I had something I wanted to discuss with you." He turned to glance at Takiyama and said quickly, "This will just take a second," before turning back to Tashido. "Now then," he said as he put an arm around the man and walked with him down the hall, "Before I hired you to be my accountant do you know who was doing most of the financial work around here?"

Tashido shook his head. "No sir," he said with a curious expression on his face-- and perhaps a little nervous too.

"It was me," Koji said, his voice still warm. "It was rather hard at first but I studied accounting books until I knew what I was doing and I looked after every Yen that came and went in this house. So last night when I was checking through the files for the Yakuza House I happened upon your report of our finances. Can you guess what I found?"

Tashido paled. "Sir let me explain I--!" He fell silent as Koji's 9mm pressed to his throat.

"There's nothing to explain," Koji continued in the same warm voice. "You stole over three million Yen in a matter of weeks-- and you wouldn't have stopped unless I'd caught you either. I don't take kindly to those trying to undermine me Tashido." At that, he pulled the trigger, and the man collapsed on the floor, lifeless. Koji picked up the book Tashido had been carrying after he put his gun in the back of his pants once more, and opened it up, glancing at the incorrect financial information inside and shaking his head with a sigh. People thought that just because he was young, he was stupid and to be taken advantage of-- sooner or later, hopefully sooner, people would realize he wasn't just some pissant little child trying to run the Yakuza. He was a Don.

Two maids hurried down the hall and dragged Tashido away as two more started to clean the floor immediately, having grown rather used to hearing gunshots and finding dead bodies in the mansion now. Koji scared the living daylights out of them and they didn't even look up at him as they scrubbed the floor to make it shine as though nothing had ever happened.

"Gomenasai," Koji sighed, turning back to Takiyama and dumping the useless book into the trash. "I've been meaning to find him but couldn't pin him down before you came like I wanted to. Where were we?"


The redhead looked up briefly when he saw Rory and Ethan together on the counter. He said nothing, the same uncaring expression on his face as he moved to one of the cupboards and began to rifle through it, looking for some of the foods he'd recommended to Takiyama to eat. He didn't find some but he found a few that hadn't been on the list because they weren't available in America, and he pulled them down from the shelf, placing them aside on the counter before moving to one of the fridges. He went through that as well but found a little less than what he was looking for, and closed the door. Standing again, he glanced over at the boys one last time and turned to go, deciding to wander the house for a while. He knew this place inside and out-- when he'd been debating taking on Takiyama's first assassination mission against the Yakuza Don he had memorized the configuration of the building, but since Koji had come in and renovated the place a few things had changed and it would be wisest to know what was different just in case.

He wondered mildly as he walked whether or not the Mafia Don knew that Ethan and Rory were doing exactly what Takiyama had told them not to, but then since the assassin didn't care, the thought disappeared moments later.


Watching Koji, he was mildly amused with the way the people around here feared the teen. Of course he hadn't seen the devastation the boy had made coming to his position, but still, he was amused none the less. It took most Dons years to have people that afraid of them. Smirking when Koji turned to him he stepped forward and leaned down a little to whisper in his ear, "You were about to make me kneel down and lick your boots I believe."

Turning back towards the room, he opened the door and walked inside the suite. A grin spread across his face from ear to ear as he slid his jacket off, uncuffing his sleeves and turning back to Koji he waited for the young Don to enter.


Both boys were completely frozen in spot save for their heads and eyes. They followed Inoue through the room with their locked gazes, wondering what he was doing. Lately Ethan had become slightly curious about the bodyguard but he was still scared of him. Sliding off Rory and the counter, he went to the door, watching Inoue move down the hall. Grabbing a few pixie sticks he stuck one in his mouth as he followed the man, Rory fast on his heels also sucking on a pixie stick.


Koji laughed and moved into the room, closing and locking the door behind him. He stepped across hardwood slowly, his tall boots thumping heavily on the floor as he approached the man. "Yes I believe we were talking about something to that effect," he purred, moving one foot forward and placing it firmly on the floor before Takiyama. "Get on your knees, whelp, and kiss the toe of my boot like you mean it." Jade eyes flashed with joy; he'd missed Takiyama and things were starting off wonderfully for the first time out of three now that he'd met up with the man. "Then lick it and tell me how loyal you are to your Master."


He knew the boys were following him, and it annoyed mildly but he said nothing and moved through the house, opening doors that hadn't been there before or knocking on walls and listening for them being hollow where there had been doors before and now weren't. Most of the changes were nothing significant but already Inoue discovered two new secret escape routes and a trap door. The Yakuza Don was clever, changing his house around now that he was newly in power-- nobody who had lived here before could come along and try to outsmart him with knowledge from the way the house used to be if Koji went and changed it all.

He moved into a dining room that still smelled of fresh paint and had marble statues erected within it, tall and towering, and violet eyes moved to the left of the room where he recalled a door had been with his photographic memory. Moving towards the statue, he found the door hidden behind the base, and noted the dust on the doorknob. The statue had probably been put there without anybody even noticing the door-- whatever was down there, nobody cared about or had touched in a long time. He'd never actually seen anywhere on the map that defined what was in there, all it showed was a set of stairs then nothing. Turning sideways, he inched behind the statue and pulled the door open, sucking in a breath and thankful he kept himself slender at the waist as he barely managed to push himself through the small space the door would open.

In the darkness Inoue felt around with his foot until the short landing dropped down to a set of stairs. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a glow stick, cracking it in half and activating it, filling the stairwell with an eerie blue glow as he headed down the stairs cautiously, checking the sturdiness of each one with his foot. When he hit a second landing, the stairs made a 90 degree turn and became cement, and the assassin proceeded a little faster, though he still had to check for cracks or missing stairs. Finally he reached the floor, and kicked at it with the toe of his boot; dirt. It smelled good down here; earthy, and something else. The assassin took a slow breath. It was very, very subtle, but he smelled death down here. Lifting the stick, it cast light across the whole room-- it was a wine cellar with hundreds upon hundreds of bottles of wine lined up in shelves like books at a library. The assassin moved towards the middle of the room and lifted his hand, pulling on a chain and turning on a weak but working light bulb.

The bulb swung back and forth, making his shadow dance eerily in the dark room as he proceeded towards the scent he knew far too well. Moving past the last row of wine shelves, he found another door, this time concealed out of plain sight on purpose. The smell was stronger here, and tangy-- it smelled of natural mummification, which was rather likely in this soil and these conditions. Opening the door, he felt his way along the wall with his hand until he found a light switch, and flicked it.

Amethyst eyes looked around the room slowly and without anything registering in them at all as they took in the sights of one of the most impressive torture chambers he had ever seen. Weapons he'd thought were only to be found in museums lined the walls and glistened with razor-sharp readiness-- somebody had used this room well before it had been holed away for the last few months. He cast his gaze downwards finally, towards where the scent was coming from; on the floor lay at least seventeen dead bodies, all mangled and twisted brutally, most with their intestines spilt out onto the floor or at very least their bellies ripped open like market fish. He knew that bladework as soon as he saw it-- Koji had done this. And on the torture table, stuck in dried pools of blood where one's head would rest, were fine white hairs-- Koji had been tortured here, escaped somehow, and done this. He wondered mildly if this was the trigger place for the day Koji had taken over the Yakuza as he crouched down at one of the bodies.

Those children were still behind him, and he could hear them breathing as they stood in the doorway. Turning slightly, the assassin reached out and snapped three fingers off the dry, dead hand of one of the corpses. Thick, viscous blood gobbed on his pant leg as he lifted the fingers and lapped at them, before offering them to the boys as though presenting them with popsicles, a thick line of blood running down his chin and dripping onto the floor. Violet eyes flashed with something that might have been amusement as he saw their faces, though his expression remained completely emotionless.


Rory bent over and puked on the ground to the side of him. Splashing it on the wall before he ran from the room and back to the wine cellar. Ethan stood there horrified by the blood running down Inoue's chin. He stared at it his stomach rolling and puke getting stuck in his throat before he swallowed it back down. When he finally found his voice he breathed in deep, held it in, then released a loud scream, turning one eighty and running the way they had come as he screamed all the way up the stairs.


The assassin made a coughing noise and stood, something akin to the closest he ever got to a laugh as he wiped off his chin and tossed the fingers on the floor. That would teach the children to follow him around. Looking at the walls of the room once more, he reached out and selected a few weapons, slipping them into his belt and jacket before leaving the room and closing the door behind him. He headed back up the stairs after selecting two wine bottles from the cellar, and closed the hidden door behind him as well, sliding out from behind the statue. The assassin noted some puke on the floor filled with half-digested candy and stepped around it with another cough, Amethyst eyes flashing brightly as he walked through the dining hall towards the kitchen to open the bottles and let them breathe for a bit.


Part of him wanted to kneel right away and lick those wonderful boots-- the other part of him wanted to tell the teen to fuck off. He held a war within himself for a few seconds before deciding. "Make me," he said nonchalantly as if he didn't really care to do as told. He wanted to be bruised and bloodied by the white haired teen; he wanted to be forced and have his will broken until he gave in.


Koji leaned forward, parting his lips to say something when there was a knock on the door. He turned his head with a sigh and beckoned for it to open, and his assistant stepped inside while wiping a little vomit off his jacket with his handkerchief. "Excuse me sir, forgive the interruption Don Ono and Don Aikawa, but there is a mild issue with the children. I think it might be best if you saw to them yourselves; they will not speak with the staff."


Takiyama frowned and picked up his jacket as he buttoned his cuffs back up before leaning over towards Koji and kissing his cheek; he smiled fondly at him. "Hold that thought Don Ono; I promise I won't be changing my mind anytime soon." Tossing the jacket on he followed the assistant through the halls, before entering another guest suite. He was rushed by both children: Ethan screaming as Rory doubled over and dry heaved. "Too much candy will do that boys I warned you."

When he was left alone with the boys and Koji, he frowned and sat down on the bed, clamping his hand over Ethan's mouth; it seemed to be the only way to get him to stop. The nearly ten year old swung his arms wildly in the air as if he was trying to tell them something.

Giving Koji an 'I'm sorry' look, Takiyama tried to reach over to Rory, giving Ethan the chance to push his hand away and scream more.


Closing one eye in pain at the shrill noises Ethan was making, Koji waited to see how Takiyama would resolve this, but when the man didn't seem to be doing anything Koji decided that divide and conquer would be the best method. "You take care of that one," he called over the shrill cries as he leaned down and scooped Rory up in his arms easily. He carried the shivering boy in his arms and out of the room, back up the stairs and into Koji's private bedroom. He locked the door behind them and set the boy down on the unmade bed tenderly, picking up a sheet and wiping the redhead's mouth off gently. "Rory," he said softly, "Look at me." Koji touched two fingers under the boy's chin and lifted it till their eyes were locked. "What happened? You're white as a ghost."


Rory sat there quivering as he stared into jade green eyes. "We followed the bodyguard through the house. He was doing really weird things. We followed him down into a wine cellar and then into another room." Rory paled even more as he relived it. "There were bodies and the bodyguard he... he broke a finger off one. He licked it he had blood on his mouth and he showed it to us." He leaned forward and dry heaved again.

Takiyama grabbed Ethan with both hands and clamped them over his mouth, pulling him into his lap until the boy finally fell silent. When he seemed calmed Takiyama asked him what happened, but he got nothing in reply as Ethan curled in a ball in his lap, watching as the boy covered his ears and began to shiver. He held him tightly, rocking him and wondering when the boy would let go of his past-- when would he open up and actually talk about what had happened.


Koji closed his own eyes and shivered. Not at the thought of Inoue licking a corpse's finger, no-- at something in his gut that told him he didn't want to remember whatever memory was trying to bubble up to the surface. He didn't remember any wine cellar in this house, and especially not one filled with bodies, but an alarm in his head told him not to ask where it was and that panicking little voice was never, ever wrong. He decided to change the subject a little and smiled anew, pulling Rory close and nuzzling him softly. "It sounds to me like Inoue was scaring off bothersome little boys who were following him around," he murmured gently. "Have you been bad, Rory?" he whispered, turning his head and pressing his lips to the boy's ear. "Have you been looking to get punished?"


The assassin wandered through the house for a while longer before finding Takiyama and Ethan in one of the rooms. He paused in the doorway when he saw the expression on Takiyama's face and knew that the man's blood pressure was rising. "I scared them a little," the assassin said blandly. "Nothing harmful."


Rory shook his head no; at the same time a shiver ran up his spine. "It's not my fault he grabbed my cock. I tried to stop him I didn't mean for Inoue to see us. Please don't tell the Master I don't want to be kicked out." He grabbed onto Koji, nuzzling against him, hands gripping the bottom of Koji's shirt and kneeding it against the teen's lap.


"Nothing harmful; you know his history Inoue. Whatever you may think is harmful is different from what he thinks. I can't even get him to tell me what you did. You have one puking and the other screaming until he breaks down. I don't want to have to start over gaining his trust. I understand you don't care for him but for Chrissakes." He sighed and rubbed Ethan's back as the child fell asleep in his lap.


Inoue snorted. "Bullshit. If the child does not want any more trauma in his life then what is he doing spending his time following an assassin around? Expecting me to dance among the lilies with the Easter Bunny is he? That child either wants to see horrors, or he's as sharp as a bowl of oatmeal." He did not like being accused of trying to harm the boy. It was a fucking joke-- something to amuse the assassin for the first time in about two years, and here he was getting badmouthed by some pompous son of a bitch who couldn't keep a whining little boy under control without having his scary assassin there as a silent threat. If Inoue was a rash man he would have offered to terminate his contract then and there and never be around to bother the poor little Ethan again, but he wasn't, and so he remained silent for several moments before turning to leave.


"What?" Koji muttered, lost and very intrigued suddenly. "I have no idea what you're talking about, but don't you ever worry-- if Takiyama kicks you out you have a place here Rory, I assure you." He kissed the redhead's cheek softly and ran his fingers through the boy's hair, trying to comfort him. "Come now; you smell like sugar-sweet vomit and it's making me a little nauseous." He lifted the boy up and carried him to the bathroom, placing him in the tub gently and leaning over the edge, undressing the boy and filling the tub with water. "How would you feel about sleeping in my bed tonight, mm?" he offered softly while leaning in and brushing his lips against the boy's throat.



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