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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
17
Views:
4,834
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1
Recommended:
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Fourth Bullet
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Kojinsei's Scars, Age 15 1/2
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Takiyama laughed and sat in a chair near the bed but out of reach. "Your bill has already been paid for and it's not part of paying you back. As for Ethan he knows his boundaries in the mansion and out of it. You will also find that he tends to keep to himself away from my business partners. He has his own friends within the mansion that he clings to. Don't worry; I won't be crawling into your bed again either. I also have my own tastes they don't include teenagers with bad attitudes." His golden eyes narrowed with slight annoyance. He wanted to smack the attitude from the Yakuza Don; none of the other Don's would have dared to act the way Kojinsei did.
"Feh," Koji said carelessly. "All the better. What the fuck would I do with an old man like you in my bed anyhow? Change your catheter and rub lotion on your corns and give you a fresh diaper?" He snorted and laid down on the bed, crossing his arms and frowning. "You disgust me old man and your notions of ever getting into a bed that I'm already in are way out of your league." He leered suddenly and added, "But Ethan is welcome into my bed whenever he wants. I bed he mewls loud and long when you push your cock deeper and deeper inside of his soft little ass, mm? He looks like the type to throw his head back and let those strong little lungs open up and scream my name as I fuck him till he cums and his tight ass clings to me for dear life."
The chair slammed down on the floor as he lunged for Koji, wrapping his hand around the teen's neck., squeezing hard as he picked up the scalpel and shoved it against the Don's cock. He flicked the tip and cut him slightly in warning. "If you ever touch him I will cut your cock off. I will make sure no one is ever able to fuck you or be fucked by you." His hand tightened hard enough to cut air off in the Yakuza Don's neck as his eyes glowed with madness. "No one touches that child and I mean it Ko-jin-sei!" He snapped out though bared teeth.
No noise escaped him as he stared up at the Mafia Don with a razor sharp scalpel pressed to his dick. Koji's jade eyes snapped and sparked with hatred but he said not a word as he looked at Takiyama and waited for the next move to be made. Of course the nick on his cock stung like a motherfucker, but Koji's body was covered in ragged scars already and he had a much higher threshold for pain than any other teenager he'd ever met. He waited, and when Takiyama released him, the white-haired teenager sat up slowly and stared the Mafia Don in the eyes with a level and too-calm gaze.
"If you think that physical and sexual torture are the ways to push me around, think again," Koji whispered, his voice lethal as he reached up and pulled at the string holding his hospital gown up. It fluttered off his body and onto the floor, revealing his pale, naked frame in the low light of the room. Each and every scar, every railroad-track attempt at stitching himself up, every fresh wound still healing stood out against his lily-white skin, like a myriad of monstrous agony-- a silent testament to things he'd seen in his life so far. "Others have tried."
"No boy it wasn't a way to push you around it was a warning. He's seen horrors in his life; he will not see more. He will remain innocent to sex until he is ready to understand it. You think I care about your scars or your pain or what others have tried. Well I don't. I thought maybe you were adult enough to deal with this. But all I get is the pathetic attitude of a teenager who thinks everyone hates him. Well congratulations you've done a good job of making me not like you. You've pushed and shoved; you've been snarky and insulting. I offered my friendship and a treaty and you just laugh in my face. To bad you can't see past your own anger and hatred."
Takiyama moved towards the door; the sight of the boy disgusted him. He could see the teen didn't really want the treaty and if he did he was tossing it away. Even Shiro knew his place when it came to commenting on family members. But this child didn't know anything. He was stupid and brash and pathetic.
"Then I take it back," Koji said simply, his face contorted with rage. A child; he was being treated like a child now. It was a hot button for him and Takiyama was pressing it full force. He got out of the bed, resting his weight on his good foot and not shamed by his nakedness in the least. "You can have your fucking treaty-- shove it up your ass you disgusting pig shit. I don't want to have anything to do with you!" His anger was getting the best of him now, but Koji was beyond reason and mature thought. He was many things but he was still only fifteen as well and being treated like he was seven always got the best of him.
"If I see you or that ugly little rat-bastard child again today I will see to it that both of you never glimpse the light of day again!" He reached for his clothes-- riddled with bullet holes but at least thankfully cleaned-- and slipped on his shirt with some difficulty. "I'm leaving this place, and I'm leaving this putrid country. No wonder everybody hates America; you're all a bunch of know-nothing shit-for-brains who try to push your way through life and get antsy when you don't get your way!" He strapped his guns to his body tightly and pulled his hair up into a loose ponytail as he glared murder at the Mafia Don. "Get your hideous old man face out of my sight," he hissed.
"Well done Kojinsei Ono the Japanese have trained you well to hate outsiders. Here I thought a gaijin would be more accepting but I was wrong. But never forget that I am Japanese also and I don't run New York like the others. I thought I was prepared to deal with the bullshit attitude and the immaturity that lay behind the grown up visage. I was wrong about you; Japan and this treaty. It will never happen and Japan and America will kill each other."
He opened the door and looked back at the teenager. "You came with the attitude that I would hate you because your gaijin. Well news flash so is Ethan. If I hated you for that reason I would have to hate him. I wouldn't have taken him in; I wouldn't have kept you from seeing him until now. I wouldn't protect him from bastards like you who want nothing more than to defile him. I just wanted that notion out of your fucking head before you leave America. Enjoy your flight home Don Ono."
He slammed the door behind him before leaning against the wall. He was to angry and high strung right now and that was bad; now everything had been thrown out the window. They were back to square one; and next time he wouldn't get a peace treaty.
A loud roar of rage sounded from inside Koji's room and one of the expensive medical machines smashed against the wall beside the door. He smashed his hand against one of the windows and shattered it, then swiped at the trolly covered in medical supplies next to the bed, sending knives and clamps and gauze flying. Koji raged brutally for several minutes as his bandages turned crimson with blood pouring out of ripped open wounds. His head swam; he couldn't see properly any more either. He bellowed again and picked up one of the crutches by the bed, swinging it through the air and smashing out the lights on the ceiling, leaving him in pure, cleansing darkness.
He shuddered and collapsed on the floor, trembling with rage and wanting to do more damage but unable to gather the strength out of this weakened body to get up any more. Reaching out over broken glass and scalpels on the floor, he grabbed his phone from where it had fallen out of his pants and dragged it close, pushing it open and hitting one of the speed dial buttons. He didn't even have to say anything; when somebody on the other line picked up there was an immediate, "We understand Don Ono; we will be there to pick you up immediately," followed by the dial tone as one of his only trusted bodyguards hung up. They knew the drill; when the phone call came from this phone it meant that Koji was to be escorted home immediately.
The white-haired boy passed out face down in a growing puddle of his own blood, his entire mission failed.
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Kojinsei's Scars, Age 15 1/2
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v345/freeflyingluciddreaming/kazuki/kojiscars.jpg
Takiyama laughed and sat in a chair near the bed but out of reach. "Your bill has already been paid for and it's not part of paying you back. As for Ethan he knows his boundaries in the mansion and out of it. You will also find that he tends to keep to himself away from my business partners. He has his own friends within the mansion that he clings to. Don't worry; I won't be crawling into your bed again either. I also have my own tastes they don't include teenagers with bad attitudes." His golden eyes narrowed with slight annoyance. He wanted to smack the attitude from the Yakuza Don; none of the other Don's would have dared to act the way Kojinsei did.
"Feh," Koji said carelessly. "All the better. What the fuck would I do with an old man like you in my bed anyhow? Change your catheter and rub lotion on your corns and give you a fresh diaper?" He snorted and laid down on the bed, crossing his arms and frowning. "You disgust me old man and your notions of ever getting into a bed that I'm already in are way out of your league." He leered suddenly and added, "But Ethan is welcome into my bed whenever he wants. I bed he mewls loud and long when you push your cock deeper and deeper inside of his soft little ass, mm? He looks like the type to throw his head back and let those strong little lungs open up and scream my name as I fuck him till he cums and his tight ass clings to me for dear life."
The chair slammed down on the floor as he lunged for Koji, wrapping his hand around the teen's neck., squeezing hard as he picked up the scalpel and shoved it against the Don's cock. He flicked the tip and cut him slightly in warning. "If you ever touch him I will cut your cock off. I will make sure no one is ever able to fuck you or be fucked by you." His hand tightened hard enough to cut air off in the Yakuza Don's neck as his eyes glowed with madness. "No one touches that child and I mean it Ko-jin-sei!" He snapped out though bared teeth.
No noise escaped him as he stared up at the Mafia Don with a razor sharp scalpel pressed to his dick. Koji's jade eyes snapped and sparked with hatred but he said not a word as he looked at Takiyama and waited for the next move to be made. Of course the nick on his cock stung like a motherfucker, but Koji's body was covered in ragged scars already and he had a much higher threshold for pain than any other teenager he'd ever met. He waited, and when Takiyama released him, the white-haired teenager sat up slowly and stared the Mafia Don in the eyes with a level and too-calm gaze.
"If you think that physical and sexual torture are the ways to push me around, think again," Koji whispered, his voice lethal as he reached up and pulled at the string holding his hospital gown up. It fluttered off his body and onto the floor, revealing his pale, naked frame in the low light of the room. Each and every scar, every railroad-track attempt at stitching himself up, every fresh wound still healing stood out against his lily-white skin, like a myriad of monstrous agony-- a silent testament to things he'd seen in his life so far. "Others have tried."
"No boy it wasn't a way to push you around it was a warning. He's seen horrors in his life; he will not see more. He will remain innocent to sex until he is ready to understand it. You think I care about your scars or your pain or what others have tried. Well I don't. I thought maybe you were adult enough to deal with this. But all I get is the pathetic attitude of a teenager who thinks everyone hates him. Well congratulations you've done a good job of making me not like you. You've pushed and shoved; you've been snarky and insulting. I offered my friendship and a treaty and you just laugh in my face. To bad you can't see past your own anger and hatred."
Takiyama moved towards the door; the sight of the boy disgusted him. He could see the teen didn't really want the treaty and if he did he was tossing it away. Even Shiro knew his place when it came to commenting on family members. But this child didn't know anything. He was stupid and brash and pathetic.
"Then I take it back," Koji said simply, his face contorted with rage. A child; he was being treated like a child now. It was a hot button for him and Takiyama was pressing it full force. He got out of the bed, resting his weight on his good foot and not shamed by his nakedness in the least. "You can have your fucking treaty-- shove it up your ass you disgusting pig shit. I don't want to have anything to do with you!" His anger was getting the best of him now, but Koji was beyond reason and mature thought. He was many things but he was still only fifteen as well and being treated like he was seven always got the best of him.
"If I see you or that ugly little rat-bastard child again today I will see to it that both of you never glimpse the light of day again!" He reached for his clothes-- riddled with bullet holes but at least thankfully cleaned-- and slipped on his shirt with some difficulty. "I'm leaving this place, and I'm leaving this putrid country. No wonder everybody hates America; you're all a bunch of know-nothing shit-for-brains who try to push your way through life and get antsy when you don't get your way!" He strapped his guns to his body tightly and pulled his hair up into a loose ponytail as he glared murder at the Mafia Don. "Get your hideous old man face out of my sight," he hissed.
"Well done Kojinsei Ono the Japanese have trained you well to hate outsiders. Here I thought a gaijin would be more accepting but I was wrong. But never forget that I am Japanese also and I don't run New York like the others. I thought I was prepared to deal with the bullshit attitude and the immaturity that lay behind the grown up visage. I was wrong about you; Japan and this treaty. It will never happen and Japan and America will kill each other."
He opened the door and looked back at the teenager. "You came with the attitude that I would hate you because your gaijin. Well news flash so is Ethan. If I hated you for that reason I would have to hate him. I wouldn't have taken him in; I wouldn't have kept you from seeing him until now. I wouldn't protect him from bastards like you who want nothing more than to defile him. I just wanted that notion out of your fucking head before you leave America. Enjoy your flight home Don Ono."
He slammed the door behind him before leaning against the wall. He was to angry and high strung right now and that was bad; now everything had been thrown out the window. They were back to square one; and next time he wouldn't get a peace treaty.
A loud roar of rage sounded from inside Koji's room and one of the expensive medical machines smashed against the wall beside the door. He smashed his hand against one of the windows and shattered it, then swiped at the trolly covered in medical supplies next to the bed, sending knives and clamps and gauze flying. Koji raged brutally for several minutes as his bandages turned crimson with blood pouring out of ripped open wounds. His head swam; he couldn't see properly any more either. He bellowed again and picked up one of the crutches by the bed, swinging it through the air and smashing out the lights on the ceiling, leaving him in pure, cleansing darkness.
He shuddered and collapsed on the floor, trembling with rage and wanting to do more damage but unable to gather the strength out of this weakened body to get up any more. Reaching out over broken glass and scalpels on the floor, he grabbed his phone from where it had fallen out of his pants and dragged it close, pushing it open and hitting one of the speed dial buttons. He didn't even have to say anything; when somebody on the other line picked up there was an immediate, "We understand Don Ono; we will be there to pick you up immediately," followed by the dial tone as one of his only trusted bodyguards hung up. They knew the drill; when the phone call came from this phone it meant that Koji was to be escorted home immediately.
The white-haired boy passed out face down in a growing puddle of his own blood, his entire mission failed.
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