February 2; 4:00 PM; Tackey & Tsubasa's apartment

Characters: Uebo, Tsubasa
Place: T&T's apartment ---> shopping... place thing.
Rating: -
Warnings: -
Status: Incomplete

Tsubasa frowned slightly, glancing at the mirror and away, quick as a goddamn flash. There was nothing he should be worried about, nothing at all; there was nothing about their relationship that should disturb anyone. They were just good friends. Their work didn't come into it at all, and there wasn't anything for certain people to be jealous over, and there just... wasn't anything to it. So. That was that.

Yes.

Eyes again to the mirror, idly playing with the band pressing his hair back. Teeth worried over his bottom lip as he glanced idly at the door, wondering when Ueda would get there. Takki was out, thank god- he wasn't sure what the other would ever say to him leaving with a cop, least of all one that looked like Ueda. Another short frown, a sigh, damn. He settled himself against the couch, staring at the door and pressing his fingers against his chin. Maybe it would be a problem. Probably. But he really didn't care.

(And damnit, damnit, Ueda was late.)

To: Odagiri Ryu

I love yo

Will y

You're coming to dinner with me tomorrow, I'll pick you up at 8.

<3 kazu.

January 18; 11:30 PM; Taoka HQ

Characters: Kamenashi Kazuya, Odagiri Ryu, anyone who wants to watch once they get going
Place: Taoka HQ
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Violence, swearing, groping, kissing, Kame.
Summary: Incomplete

He was going to kill him.

(That jackass, teasing him, playing with his fucking heart, and elevator dances and petstore dreaming, that didn't mean anything, that didn't mean a fucking thing.)

Kame slammed himself down the stairs, hurling open the door to the club, fur-lined vest pricking tight against his chin and yellow-tinted Gucci sunglasses resting loose against his nose. Whipping them off and glaring at the crowd, which had stopped the minute the irate Favorite slammed through the door (cuz Kame was cool, see, Kame was level-headed and calm and did his best to keep his crazy in check, what was eating at him, what was going on?). He snapped the glasses shut, tapping them against his arm and glowering all around, pausing only to thrust a lock of hair impatiently out of his eyes.

"Where is he."

To: Ryu~

Hi.

(:

January 8, 2008; Taoka territory

Characters: Kame, Ryu, Hayato (?)
Place: -
Rating: PG-13 atm
Warning: ... Crazy Kame. D: And guns. And. ):
Status: incomplete

It was odd, the way people looked at you 15 seconds after you shot them.

Kame was never a violent person. Not really. He liked the act of observation so much more than the act of doing, making, undoing, unmaking. He liked the feel of a gun in his hand as much as the most, of course, but not... usually to do violence. Like he'd told Ryu, it was easy to get someone to do things your way when you were carrying a lethal weapon. Made things go faster.

But Kame was a yakuza boy, so of course- well, he looked pretty, he acted pretty, but he could fight as well of the rest of them, given tilted odds and a shiny knife. He'd gotten into a few fights, a few scrapes, as Satoshi liked to call them (rare moments, nice moments, after the fight when he was slowly running his fingers over Kame's wounds, carrying him to bed and bandaging his tight and acting like he cared). His fighting style wasn't particularly... effective, but he was wild, and he was fierce, and he could kill if he had to.

(He usually didn't have to.)

This boy, he didn't think he'd killed him. He hoped he didn't kill him. It would be nice, really, if there was no death involved. He didn't like blood that much (the process of blood, always the process of blood). There was lots of blood now. There was lots of blood right now, really, spilling pretty and red and fast out of that leg (and hey, hey, maybe he was crazy. Hey, hey, maybe he was going insane. Nothing new there.) He was moaning, maybe, just a bit, moaning and cursing and clawing at his leg, and he was going to live. Probably.

(Kame hoped he lived.

Kame didn't like death.)

"Hey, kid, you okay?" It probably wasn't the best thing to start out with, but there it goes. He crouched down, kneeling against the backally wall and staring with slightly wide eyes at the boy, whose head lolled gently to the side (eyes were all wild and painfilled and crazy and death, death, death). "Hey, kid, did I hurt you?"

(There was blood all over the ground, red and red and red, and there was blood all over his hands, over his jeans, over his face as he reached up to brush that hair out of his eyes; there was a gun in his pocket, right, gun in his pocket and blood on his hands, Satoshi would like that, Satoshi would think that was romantic. Right, right?)

"Kid, are you okay?" The kid, he wasn't responding. The kid, he wouldn't respond. He was talking a while ago, right, he was talking a lot a while ago (when Kame was pressed up against that ally wall and him and his friend, the one that ran off three minutes ago screaming and crying and get away get away get away; when Kame was pressed up against that wall and trying to smile and smirk and whatever, whatever, he didn't care, didn't fucking care, and he was kissing the kid and palming the other boy and it was Satoshi and Ryu because it was always Satoshi and Ryu, and then he touched the tattoos, he touched the tattoos and he breathed that name against his skin, Ryu Ryu Ryu, and he was the only one allowed to say that, right? He, Ryu was his, right? Ryu was Kame's.)

(Kame was crazy, yeah, yeah. Kame was always crazy, though.)

"Kid, kid, fucking say something." (And it was easy to pull out the gun and easy to pull out the trigger and easy to shoot shoot shoot, easier than it had been before because he was defending Ryu, he was defending the honor of the boy who loved him.) "Kid, fucking say something, you jackass." Small kick to the shin, and a small moan, small cry- good. Good.

"You... You fucking..." The boy (he had white hair, maybe he was a foreigner, maybe he was someone different), the boy's eyes cracked open, just a bit, still wild and angry and scared. "You fucking jackass, what the hell did you-" He glanced down, and oh, that second of shock, damnit, that's what he lived for, before. "You... This...

Fuck."

And Kame wanted to explain. That no, no, it's not because you did something. No, no, I'm sorry. No, no, it's because of Ryu, I promise, if you hadn't said his name this wouldn't have happened, this wouldn't have happened at all.

(But he did and he said it and Ryu, Ryu, Ryu.)

And then there were footsteps, footsteps and whistles and don't get caught, don't get caught; Kame, you're a sweet kid, you're a nice kid, but just remember, please, you hear them coming, you run. And the boy, he was dying, and the boy, they weren't going to find him, but, but, but.

But Satoshi told him to run.

So Kamenashi ran.