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Adult +
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17
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4,814
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Second Bullet
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Ethan, Age 9 (Image (c) respective owner)
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The gun came into view and he closed his eyes holding his breath. He waited for the noise of gunfire then sweet nothing, memories of his life flashing in his eyes. People he could name and people who's names he didn't know anymore... people who were alive and people who weren't. The final person that flashed before his eyes that held a warm green gaze that could be a storm or calm breezy skies.
The gunfire sounded then silence before something wet smeared across his face. Snapping his eyes open he saw the body before him falling. Looking around his men were facing up the stairs. Takiyama lifted his gun upwards to point at a man who was coming straight for him, but dropped it instead and moved despite the bullet in his leg... despite the one in his upper chest and right shoulder. He pitched forward and grabbed Kojinsei.
Falling to his own knee's he picked the Don up and headed for his car. They both needed the hospital and neither could wait. What was left of both his bodyguards surrounded them as they headed for the Aikawa limo. The door opened and gunfire could still be heard outside. Takiyama carried Kojinsei through it all and into the limo. A bullet grazed his calf as they both landed with a thud on the floor of the limo. Never was he more thankful it was bullet-proof as it sped off towards the hospital.
Pulling Kojinsei close he examined the teen's wounds. They weren't fatal but they could be if not looked after. He didn't care about his own; his body was already growing numb.
He could see the Don was out cold; there was nothing he could do but get them to the hospital. His driver knew the route inside and out; he knew the fastest ways to get there without being seen and without having to stop. He hoped they would be there in time for both men. Looking up he barely remembered seeing the tall building of the city before he passed out himself.
Koji sat up rigidly and his hand shot towards his chest looking for the familiar weight of a gun but finding nothing. Pinpoint pupils darted over his surroundings before he felt a wave of pain from his stomach and collapsed on his back once more with a restrained groan of agony.
Hospital. Pain... alive.
Pursing his lips, he opened his eyes once more and stared at the ceiling. Left arm, useless. Gut, wrecked. Cheek, grazed. Right leg, useless. Left hand... He lifted his left arm a few inches-- all he could manage-- and saw the cast. Left hand useless. Fan-fucking-tastic.
A nurse came into the room and looked at him with concern before taking out a needle. "Aw, is you in pain?" she asked, making baby talk at the cute little fifteen year old boy who had been caught up in some sort of mess, poor thing. "I'll make it alllll better," she gushed in a singsong voice that made Koji want to punch her in the mouth. His right fist clenched tight as he stared at her with a lethal intensity and held his tongue; very few things pissed him off like being treated as a child. "There you go poopsie-woopsie, all better, you should feel A-OK in just a few seconds!" she beamed.
Jade eyes flashed again. If he had a gun her brain matter would have been all over the ceiling by now. However, as she left, he was thankful that at least the painkillers started to kick in. And thank sweet fuck, they'd actually used something strong enough to do something to him; most painkillers could barely make him slow down never mind make pain fade away. He sat up once more and ripped the IV out of his arm and the sensors off of his chest and head. When the alarms on the monitors they had been attached to went off and the nurse rushed back in to see what was wrong, Koji decked her with his good arm before she could say another thing. He left her on the floor and began to march down the hallway as best as one can while his leg was in a metal and foam brace and his bare ass was shown to the world thanks to the hospital gown. "AIKAWA!" he bellowed at the top of his lungs, causing the nurses that were rushing towards him to stop and pale upon hearing that name from this boy's lips.
The two guards outside the room stiffened as the white haired Don was heard. They knew the man was on his way and one leaned in and knocked on the door, alerting the four guards on the inside that company was coming.
One of the inner guards grabbed the small boy hanging onto the elder man's lifeless hand. Pulling him out of the way and behind a bed, then flipping it over to shield him. He told the little boy to cover his ears and not move.
The small brunette with watery golden eyes closed them and covered his ears. He wasn't sure what was going to happen but he knew it was going to be scary by how the guards were acting. The other three stood in the way between the door and the Don, guns pointed at the door and waiting, hoping that this didn't go sour.
They had been ordered not to hurt the Yakuza Don... but if it came down to Takiyama's life or Ono's they would chose their boss every time.
One guard looked at the bed sadly before looking back to the door. The man had lost too much blood; he’d lost consciousness and worse he was in a coma. He needed a blood transfer and there wasn't anyone in the city or the United States that matched his type. The hospital was still searching for a match outside the States but none were found so far. If one wasn't found the elder Don was likely to die within the week.
...But first the men had to protect him here and now.
Growling loudly at the guards, he reached out and physically pushed one aside, grabbing the door knob and wrenching it, slamming the door open and death-glaring every man who had a weapon aimed at him. "Shoot or move out of the fucking way!" the teenager barked fearlessly as he limped through them and towards the foot of the bed. When he reached it, he opened his mouth to yell, but closed it again when he saw the stupid fucking asshole was out cold. "Get up old man!" he snarled louder than ever, backhanding one of Takiyama's legs hard enough to sting even through the blanket.
When he didn't move, the Yakuza Don growled louder and reached for the medical chart at the foot of the bed instead, flipping it open with his good hand as he scanned over the writing. Jade eyes narrowed a little as he struggled over the English; he could speak it decently enough but he couldn't read it or write it to save his life. "What does this say!" he demanded of one of the guards, whipping the metal clipboard at the man's head and listening to the satisfying sound of it hitting, then crashing to the floor in a loud metallic clatter at the guard's feet.
"I'm afraid we haven't found any matches in all of Europe," a doctor interrupted, head down and nose poked into another metal clipboard as he entered the room, oblivious to the guns and all the high-strung guards. He stopped just before Koji and looked down at the kid. "What are you doing out of bed?" he demanded, the tired irritation of a doctor on a triple shift sounding in his voice. "Get back in your room young man!"
"Matches for what!" Koji snapped, reaching out and grabbing the man by the tie, yanking him down to Koji's height of five foot five. "And if you call me young man again I wrench your dick off and use it as a toothpick!"
"M-matches for blood type," the doctor stammered, shocked and mildly frightened of this child now. "He has a rare type, and there are no donor matches that we know of! For that kind of blood the person can donate and their blood can be used for anybody of any other type but when his kind needs blood in return it can only be the same type as his or his body will reject it, and there isn't any of his available because it's so rare and valuable that the moment it's donated it's all used! Look, see!" He showed the chart to Koji.
The Yakuza Don didn't know a lot of English but he sure as fuck knew what those symbols looked like; they'd been flashed to him once before in his life. "That's my blood type," he snapped in thickly accented English. "Take it from me. Now. I'm not going to see him fucking puss out in some half-dead state after wasting a bullet and saving his sorry ass from the grave!"
The doctor nodded and hurried off to get the testing kit to see if Koji really was the same type as Takiyama, and the white-haired teen turned in the meantime, looking around the room. He could see four men but his gut told him five. Jade eyes spotted a little brown head and golden eyes staring at him from behind an upturned bed, and he hissed at the kid out of pure spite.
The man that hissed at him was scary and now he knew why he'd been sent from the house. Ducking he looked back up at the man slowly. When the man moved towards his Uncle again he kicked the guard and squirmed over the bed. Jumping around the machines and climbing on top of his Uncle, he struggled, trying to protect him. Even though his small body shook with fear he held his arms out. "I won't let you hurt him I don't care how big you are or how scary. You leave my Ojisan* alone you big meanie!"
Koji narrowed his eyes at the child with the same golden eyes as Takiyama. "So this is the brat my intelligence told me existed but they could never get images of on film. Smart move, showing your face to a Don, kid," he said dryly. Reaching out, he grabbed the boy by the throat and dragged him close, looking deep into the golden eyes with his own green gaze that held too much pain, rage and experience for such a young creature. "You will not mouth off to me," he said in a quiet, lethal voice. "I have saved his life once and I'm about to do it again you little brat and you will show some respect because I can just as easily walk out of here and leave him to be a paperweight for the rest of his short life. Would you like that? Hm? Uncle Vegetable? Tell me you'd like that." He grit his teeth and shook the child. "Learn some manners in a hurry you little shit stain," he hissed.
Squirming his eyes filled with tears as he stared at the teenager, his head bouncing back and forth and his vision swimming. "STOP!" He screamed and grabbed at the Don's arm; kicking his legs and doing anything to get free. "It hurts let go; stop picking on me you bully. You're scary and you look like you want to hurt Ojisan."
Tears began to flow down his cheeks as he looked at the jade green eyes through watery vision filled with even more fear. Nobody had ever picked on him like this and nobody had hurt him since coming to his Ojisan's. He had started to believe people weren't going to kill him; he was wrong. "Don't kill me please I didn't do anything bad."
Koji growled and tossed the kid aside. "I didn't say I was going to kill you," he snapped. "I said I was going to leave your Uncle to rot if you didn't shut up. Take the cotton out of your ears and try putting it in your mouth cuntface. ...And if you don't stop that crying I'm going to throttle you until you do." He stomped on the floor millimeters from the kid's fingers as a threat and whipped around when the doctor finally came back. "Hook up the fucking machines before I change my mind!" he bellowed, slamming his fist down on one of the monitors and cracking the screen.
The doctor hurried and began to slip the needle into Takiyama's arm while a nurse tied off Koji's arm and inserted another needle into him. They started up the filtering and transferring machine and Koji watched as his blood poured along the thin tube, into the huge lumbering machine, was rotated a few times, put into a bag, and then began to slide down the other tube and into Takiyama's arm. He growled audibly as he stood there and refused a chair that the nurse offered him in a baby voice... by slapping her upside the head and refusing to even look at her.
When he did finally start to feel shitty, thanks to already losing some of his own blood from his own wounds, Koji leaned against the bed and continued to growl even though he was panting. His eyes moved across the floor until they met the golden ones staring up at him and filled with tears. Something inside Kojinsei twisted. He hated whiny kids with a passion but knowing that this little boy had only the man in the bed as his family and was watching that man possibly slip away... it bothered the Yakuza Don, who had never even had a family at all and knew what the agony of having nobody to love you was like. "Fuck off," he said in a dismissive tone to the kid, turning his head away and staring at the wall instead with a frown. Oddly, his voice held just a little less bite to it then as he glared at nothing.
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*Ojisan = Uncle
Ethan, Age 9 (Image (c) respective owner)
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The gun came into view and he closed his eyes holding his breath. He waited for the noise of gunfire then sweet nothing, memories of his life flashing in his eyes. People he could name and people who's names he didn't know anymore... people who were alive and people who weren't. The final person that flashed before his eyes that held a warm green gaze that could be a storm or calm breezy skies.
The gunfire sounded then silence before something wet smeared across his face. Snapping his eyes open he saw the body before him falling. Looking around his men were facing up the stairs. Takiyama lifted his gun upwards to point at a man who was coming straight for him, but dropped it instead and moved despite the bullet in his leg... despite the one in his upper chest and right shoulder. He pitched forward and grabbed Kojinsei.
Falling to his own knee's he picked the Don up and headed for his car. They both needed the hospital and neither could wait. What was left of both his bodyguards surrounded them as they headed for the Aikawa limo. The door opened and gunfire could still be heard outside. Takiyama carried Kojinsei through it all and into the limo. A bullet grazed his calf as they both landed with a thud on the floor of the limo. Never was he more thankful it was bullet-proof as it sped off towards the hospital.
Pulling Kojinsei close he examined the teen's wounds. They weren't fatal but they could be if not looked after. He didn't care about his own; his body was already growing numb.
He could see the Don was out cold; there was nothing he could do but get them to the hospital. His driver knew the route inside and out; he knew the fastest ways to get there without being seen and without having to stop. He hoped they would be there in time for both men. Looking up he barely remembered seeing the tall building of the city before he passed out himself.
Koji sat up rigidly and his hand shot towards his chest looking for the familiar weight of a gun but finding nothing. Pinpoint pupils darted over his surroundings before he felt a wave of pain from his stomach and collapsed on his back once more with a restrained groan of agony.
Hospital. Pain... alive.
Pursing his lips, he opened his eyes once more and stared at the ceiling. Left arm, useless. Gut, wrecked. Cheek, grazed. Right leg, useless. Left hand... He lifted his left arm a few inches-- all he could manage-- and saw the cast. Left hand useless. Fan-fucking-tastic.
A nurse came into the room and looked at him with concern before taking out a needle. "Aw, is you in pain?" she asked, making baby talk at the cute little fifteen year old boy who had been caught up in some sort of mess, poor thing. "I'll make it alllll better," she gushed in a singsong voice that made Koji want to punch her in the mouth. His right fist clenched tight as he stared at her with a lethal intensity and held his tongue; very few things pissed him off like being treated as a child. "There you go poopsie-woopsie, all better, you should feel A-OK in just a few seconds!" she beamed.
Jade eyes flashed again. If he had a gun her brain matter would have been all over the ceiling by now. However, as she left, he was thankful that at least the painkillers started to kick in. And thank sweet fuck, they'd actually used something strong enough to do something to him; most painkillers could barely make him slow down never mind make pain fade away. He sat up once more and ripped the IV out of his arm and the sensors off of his chest and head. When the alarms on the monitors they had been attached to went off and the nurse rushed back in to see what was wrong, Koji decked her with his good arm before she could say another thing. He left her on the floor and began to march down the hallway as best as one can while his leg was in a metal and foam brace and his bare ass was shown to the world thanks to the hospital gown. "AIKAWA!" he bellowed at the top of his lungs, causing the nurses that were rushing towards him to stop and pale upon hearing that name from this boy's lips.
The two guards outside the room stiffened as the white haired Don was heard. They knew the man was on his way and one leaned in and knocked on the door, alerting the four guards on the inside that company was coming.
One of the inner guards grabbed the small boy hanging onto the elder man's lifeless hand. Pulling him out of the way and behind a bed, then flipping it over to shield him. He told the little boy to cover his ears and not move.
The small brunette with watery golden eyes closed them and covered his ears. He wasn't sure what was going to happen but he knew it was going to be scary by how the guards were acting. The other three stood in the way between the door and the Don, guns pointed at the door and waiting, hoping that this didn't go sour.
They had been ordered not to hurt the Yakuza Don... but if it came down to Takiyama's life or Ono's they would chose their boss every time.
One guard looked at the bed sadly before looking back to the door. The man had lost too much blood; he’d lost consciousness and worse he was in a coma. He needed a blood transfer and there wasn't anyone in the city or the United States that matched his type. The hospital was still searching for a match outside the States but none were found so far. If one wasn't found the elder Don was likely to die within the week.
...But first the men had to protect him here and now.
Growling loudly at the guards, he reached out and physically pushed one aside, grabbing the door knob and wrenching it, slamming the door open and death-glaring every man who had a weapon aimed at him. "Shoot or move out of the fucking way!" the teenager barked fearlessly as he limped through them and towards the foot of the bed. When he reached it, he opened his mouth to yell, but closed it again when he saw the stupid fucking asshole was out cold. "Get up old man!" he snarled louder than ever, backhanding one of Takiyama's legs hard enough to sting even through the blanket.
When he didn't move, the Yakuza Don growled louder and reached for the medical chart at the foot of the bed instead, flipping it open with his good hand as he scanned over the writing. Jade eyes narrowed a little as he struggled over the English; he could speak it decently enough but he couldn't read it or write it to save his life. "What does this say!" he demanded of one of the guards, whipping the metal clipboard at the man's head and listening to the satisfying sound of it hitting, then crashing to the floor in a loud metallic clatter at the guard's feet.
"I'm afraid we haven't found any matches in all of Europe," a doctor interrupted, head down and nose poked into another metal clipboard as he entered the room, oblivious to the guns and all the high-strung guards. He stopped just before Koji and looked down at the kid. "What are you doing out of bed?" he demanded, the tired irritation of a doctor on a triple shift sounding in his voice. "Get back in your room young man!"
"Matches for what!" Koji snapped, reaching out and grabbing the man by the tie, yanking him down to Koji's height of five foot five. "And if you call me young man again I wrench your dick off and use it as a toothpick!"
"M-matches for blood type," the doctor stammered, shocked and mildly frightened of this child now. "He has a rare type, and there are no donor matches that we know of! For that kind of blood the person can donate and their blood can be used for anybody of any other type but when his kind needs blood in return it can only be the same type as his or his body will reject it, and there isn't any of his available because it's so rare and valuable that the moment it's donated it's all used! Look, see!" He showed the chart to Koji.
The Yakuza Don didn't know a lot of English but he sure as fuck knew what those symbols looked like; they'd been flashed to him once before in his life. "That's my blood type," he snapped in thickly accented English. "Take it from me. Now. I'm not going to see him fucking puss out in some half-dead state after wasting a bullet and saving his sorry ass from the grave!"
The doctor nodded and hurried off to get the testing kit to see if Koji really was the same type as Takiyama, and the white-haired teen turned in the meantime, looking around the room. He could see four men but his gut told him five. Jade eyes spotted a little brown head and golden eyes staring at him from behind an upturned bed, and he hissed at the kid out of pure spite.
The man that hissed at him was scary and now he knew why he'd been sent from the house. Ducking he looked back up at the man slowly. When the man moved towards his Uncle again he kicked the guard and squirmed over the bed. Jumping around the machines and climbing on top of his Uncle, he struggled, trying to protect him. Even though his small body shook with fear he held his arms out. "I won't let you hurt him I don't care how big you are or how scary. You leave my Ojisan* alone you big meanie!"
Koji narrowed his eyes at the child with the same golden eyes as Takiyama. "So this is the brat my intelligence told me existed but they could never get images of on film. Smart move, showing your face to a Don, kid," he said dryly. Reaching out, he grabbed the boy by the throat and dragged him close, looking deep into the golden eyes with his own green gaze that held too much pain, rage and experience for such a young creature. "You will not mouth off to me," he said in a quiet, lethal voice. "I have saved his life once and I'm about to do it again you little brat and you will show some respect because I can just as easily walk out of here and leave him to be a paperweight for the rest of his short life. Would you like that? Hm? Uncle Vegetable? Tell me you'd like that." He grit his teeth and shook the child. "Learn some manners in a hurry you little shit stain," he hissed.
Squirming his eyes filled with tears as he stared at the teenager, his head bouncing back and forth and his vision swimming. "STOP!" He screamed and grabbed at the Don's arm; kicking his legs and doing anything to get free. "It hurts let go; stop picking on me you bully. You're scary and you look like you want to hurt Ojisan."
Tears began to flow down his cheeks as he looked at the jade green eyes through watery vision filled with even more fear. Nobody had ever picked on him like this and nobody had hurt him since coming to his Ojisan's. He had started to believe people weren't going to kill him; he was wrong. "Don't kill me please I didn't do anything bad."
Koji growled and tossed the kid aside. "I didn't say I was going to kill you," he snapped. "I said I was going to leave your Uncle to rot if you didn't shut up. Take the cotton out of your ears and try putting it in your mouth cuntface. ...And if you don't stop that crying I'm going to throttle you until you do." He stomped on the floor millimeters from the kid's fingers as a threat and whipped around when the doctor finally came back. "Hook up the fucking machines before I change my mind!" he bellowed, slamming his fist down on one of the monitors and cracking the screen.
The doctor hurried and began to slip the needle into Takiyama's arm while a nurse tied off Koji's arm and inserted another needle into him. They started up the filtering and transferring machine and Koji watched as his blood poured along the thin tube, into the huge lumbering machine, was rotated a few times, put into a bag, and then began to slide down the other tube and into Takiyama's arm. He growled audibly as he stood there and refused a chair that the nurse offered him in a baby voice... by slapping her upside the head and refusing to even look at her.
When he did finally start to feel shitty, thanks to already losing some of his own blood from his own wounds, Koji leaned against the bed and continued to growl even though he was panting. His eyes moved across the floor until they met the golden ones staring up at him and filled with tears. Something inside Kojinsei twisted. He hated whiny kids with a passion but knowing that this little boy had only the man in the bed as his family and was watching that man possibly slip away... it bothered the Yakuza Don, who had never even had a family at all and knew what the agony of having nobody to love you was like. "Fuck off," he said in a dismissive tone to the kid, turning his head away and staring at the wall instead with a frown. Oddly, his voice held just a little less bite to it then as he glared at nothing.
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*Ojisan = Uncle