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Hana-fuda

Title : Hana-Fuda Chapter 12
Pairing : Ryo x Uchi
Genre : Angst, violence
Rating : PG-15
Summary : Ryo falls in the hands of the enemy and Uchi wakes up from his long slumber, to rescue Ryo.
A/N : I got this feeling that comments will be asking me about Uchi so let me just say this is not the last chapter. Oh well, it's a cliffhanger because I'm lazy and I like suspense. And this one is for novemberchic who has been constantly poking me and encouraging me. And of cos all the other readers who had liked this one. Thank u.

 

Chapter 12


In the murky darkness that reeked of blood and stank of fear, Nishikido Ryo saw the man he thought he would never see again this life. His frame was silhouetted against the light, and suddenly Ryo realized he wasn’t quite as numb as he would have believed. That he wasn’t so unafraid of death as he imagined. He was afraid, he didn’t want to die, not like this, not in this place where he couldn’t see the light of the day. Where he could feel the heavy sole of a shoe stepping on his scruff and cutting off his air supply bit by bit. At first, the fear encroached on him and he struggled in blind panic. Then the darkness and the calm of it began to wash over him and all he could taste was the coppery blood lining his gums.

 

Just when he was about to lose consciousness, he heard those popping sounds. Unmistakable sounds of a gun being fired, and the iron of bullets being emptied onto the floor as the ceiling of the old basement shook and moaned with every resounding spatter of the gun. Ryo curled up slightly and placed his hands over his ears. He could hear all the gunfire above him, shouts of anger, muffled grunts of pain and terror. A splatter of blood hit him on the face and he blinked, before he saw a body falling onto the ground with a heavy thud. Head tilted at an awkward angle, body sprawled and blood pooling beneath the torso. He lifted his head and he saw Uchi. Uchi descending down the stairway as he fired the gunshots. Cold and emotionless. He didn’t even flinch when he emptied his gun case, the bullets dropping onto the stairway behind him, leaving a trail of blood and death in its wake.

 

Ryo picked up the gun and he fired at those people. Maybe Uchi came because he decided he couldn’t live without him after all. Maybe Uchi came because he wanted to make sure that Ryo died and he was saving him for last. It didn’t really matter. He swung his arm, took aim and pulled the trigger. It was a dull popping sound when iron hit flesh, so at contrast with the rattle of the windowsills and he realized he killed someone. For all the bloodshed and deaths surrounding him, he had never taken a life before. And if he said the power of wielding over life and death wasn’t dizzying, he was lying. He staggered to his feet, and the gun dropped onto the floor, forgotten. The empty eyes were looking up at him and he felt the overpowering urge to keel over.

 

And just when he felt himself tottering, he felt an arm around his waist. Strong, steady and instinctively he leaned back into the comforting warmth. And he followed the man in front of him, the tall lanky figure casting a shadow on everything behind him. He couldn’t feel his legs but Uchi kept a firm hold on his arm, his fingers gripping him so tightly that he could feel the nails digging into his flesh. And it was that pain that kept him on edge, that kept him slipping into unconsciousness. He stumbled, he tripped over the bloodied limbs and he had to keep inhaling to prevent himself from choking on the taste of fire and blood in him.

 

Uchi didn’t slow down, even as he heard the broken gasps from Ryo. Ryo didn’t ask him to. His hand was tightly wrapped around his arm and he marveled at how cold he felt to his touch. Bone chillingly cold, almost as though he didn’t belong here. But he trusted this man. And therefore he followed. Suddenly, he heard a weak groan and he stopped, looking down at the man who had held onto the hem of his pants. His hair was matted with blood, and his mouth was open, like a fish who had been taken out of water and desperately trying to hang onto whatever remained of its life.

 

He didn’t know how long he stood there, looking into the face of death. He clamped his hand over his mouth to stifle the little cry. He wasn’t weak. He had grown up knowing that his father bloodied his hands every night, and he didn’t lose sleep over that knowledge. But now, he could feel the bile rising in him, then there was a single gunshot as Uchi fired his gun with clinical precision and cut short the man's suffering. Then he was pulled into Uchi’s arms, and he clung onto his shirt. He could feel Uchi’s hands stroking over his hair, and his hot breath ruffling the stray strands at his forehead.

 

“After you kill someone, the worst thing you can do is to look back. Get it?” He heard Uchi’s voice, husky and devoid of emotion. He nodded silently before he was towed along by Uchi’s grip again, struggling to keep up with his long strides.

 

Once they left that place, Ryo’s eyesight were blinded by the bright November sun that had peeked out from behind the heavy clouds. The sky was so beautiful, one of those rare days you could actually make out the color of the sky when the smog and exhaust fumes didn’t hinder your view. He was stuffed unceremoniously into the front seat of the car and just before the doors closed on him, he could hear the blaring of the police sirens in the faint distance. He darted a frantic look at Uchi, who leaned over him, his body shielding him and he took in a little breath. Uchi smelled like redemption, odd, considering how many lives he had taken without a blink of his eye just minutes ago.

 

There was a little click and he realized belatedly that Uchi had fastened the seat belt around him. There was no words spoken, just a silent understanding that he wasn’t escaping anymore. And Ryo smiled tentatively, the corners of his mouth twitching uncomfortably as though he had quite forgotten how to smile properly. There was a little glint of amusement in Uchi’s eyes before he settled back into his driver’s seat, his long legs stretched out in front of him.

 

The engine revved and the car swerved into the second lane, the buildings fading nehind them as Ryo rested his head against the car window. Uchi was weaving in and out of the traffic with expert ease and oddly, Ryo was not threatened with the kamikaze style in which Uchi drove. Obviously Uchi had already courted death by coming to rescue him. Rescuing him from his own orders indeed. A sardonic little smile curved his lips and he could see Uchi glancing sideways at him.

 

He felt like telling him the reason but he couldn’t summon up the energy so he just laid back on the seat, eyes half-closed until he felt the car slowing down. When he opened his eyes, they were already at the countryside, away from the danger, the bloodshed, the politics. Ryo unfastened his seatbelt and the dull click sparked something in him. He simply lunged into Uchi’s arms and he tucked his head beneath his chin.

 

“I’m sorry,” He heard the soft whisper of Uchi and he looked up, his gaze defiant and angry.

 

“Don’t you fucking say sorry. I’m not, and you shouldn’t be.” Ryo said and the last of his words was swallowed by Uchi’s mouth which slanted across his. Inexorable and relentless. He wasn’t just asking for a kiss, he was demanding his soul. And Ryo gave it to him, opening up his mouth beneath the onslaught of his, letting his mouth plunder everything he had to offer and give. He slid his hand beneath the hem of his shirt beneath the jacket, touching bare skin as he tried desperately to reassure himself that this was real.

 

Then his fingers encountered something, slick wetness. His eyes met Uchi’s and he could see the fatalism in them, the nonchalant smile on his face. He looked down at the blood that had colored his dark shirt a crimson red. He didn’t see it. Didn’t see it at all and Uchi hadn’t even winced as he pulled Ryo along.

 

He let out a choked sob when his mind thought of Uchi rekindling the fire in the fireplace. Uchi had unknowingly melted away the thin sheen of ice that had encased his heart for so long. The apathy, The thirst for vengeance were gone. And he could only wonder why his awakening had to come so late, and at the cost of losing the one person he had come to love.

 

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