Crimes of passion -Yaoi- Open and FULL again!

[Tenth Ride Free]

xxxx

" I ' m - a f r a i d - t o - l o v e - a g a i n...
A n y o n e - I - l o v e - e n d s - u p - d e s t r o y e d - b y - m y - h a n d s...
B u t - i f - I - d o n ' t - d e s t r o y - t h e m...
T h e y - w o u l d - s u r e l y - d e s t r o y - m e "

× × ×Қ ø и з ş қ į

Nodding, Koneski sighed softly, knowing the new weight on his shoulders. A promise to love, to love a man who seemed heartless. "Don't worry about me, I'm strong." Softly, he rubbed Yu's head. "And you will be, too. Thats one thing you can promise me." He smiled, sitting up more comfortably. His eye flickered down to his legwarmers, which were surprizingly still on his ankles. Sighing, his mind wandered around the contents stashed within.

[Paranoid Doll]

Jack King
Let me die so I can get my wings.


Jack had to hurry. 10 pm... as far as it seemed, he knew it wasn't that long. It was already almost noon. He had to think up something he could do to prepare. Get drunk? Get his guns? He couldn't rally his troops, there were none left. Didn't Sting know that? He shook his head. It was all moving to fast. These past few days, crazy. His gang dies, Vektor saves his life, Yuuen waltzes back in then leaves him, then Sam appears. Why did it have to happen like this? Couldn't, for one day, life just be normal?

No, life would never be. He choose this, to become a gang leader. It was what he was born to do. This thought, it steadied him. It readied him for tonight. Jack King loved the power and he'd continue to love it with Yuuen by his side this time. He'd never let go of the boy again if he could help it.

Jack reached the top of his building, tired out, but he felt like nothing could stop him now. Nothing would ever stand in his way of Yuuen ever again. He pushed his apartment door open and stepped inside.




I wanted freedom
Bound and restricted
I tried to give you up
But I'm addicted
Now that you know I'm trapped
Sense of elation
You'd never dream of
Breaking this fixation
You will squeeze the life out of me

[Paranoid Doll]

ɣυυєɲ ♠ ʌƈє
+++++++++++ The Ƭɾυɱƥ Card ♠ The Ace of Sρα∂єѕ

→∂σηт.ℓσσк.αт.мє

❝Yuuen smiled and nodded. "I promise. I'll stay strong." He winked at Koneski. "Hey, did you think that they called me Ace for nothing?" He giggled. It was true, before today, he was tough and untouchable. Perhaps it was the renewed feelings of kindness that had done him in. No matter now though. It had lead him to the most happiest times of his life, brought him people to live for, lives to cherish other than his. "Oh, and, when you have the baby... take good care of it, okay? Send it to school, all the good stuffs." he giggled and poked Koneski's tummy.

What ever was going to happen tonight, Yuuen knew now that he could handle it. He had to, he promised Koneski to be strong.❞

.вє¢αυѕє.ι.∂σηт.ωαηт.уσυ.тσ.ѕєє.нσω.мυ¢н.ι.ηєє∂.уσυ←

❀❀❀✿わたしには、あなたが必要です。

[Tenth Ride Free]

xxxx

" I ' m - a f r a i d - t o - l o v e - a g a i n...
A n y o n e - I - l o v e - e n d s - u p - d e s t r o y e d - b y - m y - h a n d s...
B u t - i f - I - d o n ' t - d e s t r o y - t h e m...
T h e y - w o u l d - s u r e l y - d e s t r o y - m e "

× × ×Қ ø и з ş қ į

"Of course I will. I want it to be happy, to have the best life I can give it. Along with a father who wants it." Chuckling, Koneski had barely known this boy, and yet they were talking to each other like friends. This boy, whom was a feared hitman around the city, was sitting beside Koneski, giggling. But, no one ever said hitmen were supposed to be cruel. "I hope you have a good life, as well. You deserve it, no matter what. Everyone should live happily." He smiled, hoping times were changing.

[SikFox]

Ѵѐҟȶɵɍ Ƀɍɵѵɬɵѵȿҟɨ ☭

Vektor found the place empty and he took it out on his lower lip, chewing at the tender skin till it split, spilling metallic blood into his mouth. The taste of the metal only made his stomach growl for food. He cringed against the wall, hugging his middle as he tried to ignore the craving, telling himself that looking for Yuran was top priority. He staggered into his room, stripping off the police uniform. The crisp fabric was itchy against his bare skin and it smelt like the station. He stripped and pulled on a familiar and clean attire, inhaling the fresh scent. He licked at his lower lip as it stung, smoothing out his hair and going into his office. He was going to grab a spare cell and go out, looking for the boy, even if it took all night, week, month, and years. He needed to find him, had to.

He flipped on the light and instantly grabbed the forgotten glass from his desk, grabbing a half empty bottle of some type of brandy and pouring it haphazardly into the glass. It spilled over the edges, getting a few documents wet. But the Russian didn't seem to care. He just wanted something in his stomach to make the damn growling stop. He chugged down the burning fire till his eyes squeezed shut, alcohol burning his torn lip. His office phone rang suddenly, almost making Vektor cough up the drink. He swallowed quickly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He grabbed it on it's last ring before it went to the message machine. "Hello? Hello?" Vektor strained to hear a small whisper of a voice on the other line. It sounded like someone he knew, but it was hard to tell. "Hello?" The words were so quiet, almost struggling for air and the Russian couldn't make out the words. He kept asking who was there till it began to beep. The other line had hung up. Vektor looked at his phone, blinking, before slowly putting the receiver back into it's cradle. What was that about? But suddenly, Vektor felt sick. He hugged his stomach and ran out of the office and straight into the bathroom, dropping to his knees at the toilet, throwing up the alcohol he had just consumed. He felt a few tears escape his eyes as he moaned in pain, his chest tightening. The Russian blamed it on consuming blood and alcohol on an empty stomach.


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Vektor re-entered his office, straightening out his tie. He noticed a red light blinking on his office phone, signaling a message. Vektor blinked at it, raising a brow. He was only in the bathroom for about ten minutes. Half of it spent rinsing his mouth out and washing his face. He pressed the PLAY button as he grabbed the alcohol bottle and tossed it into the trash. It was a waste but he rather not tempt himself into another spasm of dry heaving. He walked over to one of the file cabinets just as the message began to play. He didn't recognize the voice but listened carefully as he opened the bottom drawer. His hand seemed to freeze over a gun hidden behind a few file folders when Yuran's alias came up. He stood up and was beside the machine in an instant, pressing the volume to grow louder. Sting!

The Russian sneered at the mention of the b*****d who dared to touch Yu. How did he even get his hands on the boy? He noticed the blinking continued even after the message and pressed the screen key, an attachment coming along with the message. The pictures appeared on the little monitor and Vektor's fingernails scratched along the surface of his desk. It took all his control not to throw the machine across the room. Why? What had Yuran done to deserve this? "Боги, почему?" he asked in a hushed whisper, hunched over as he skimmed through the pictures. When the NEXT button refused to show him more, Vektor balled his hand into a fist, the knuckles turning white as he squeezed. "Я по-своему, Юран. Пожалуйста, подождите немного."

The rest of that day was spent preparing. Vektor had piled up his most dangerous weapons into his suit case, cleaned and loaded everyone of his guns, hid a few on his person, made a few calls to the local dealers and marketing, and he even bought plane tickets. He couldn't stand this city no longer. It was rotting from the inside and killing everything along with it.



[[Translation: "Gods, why?"
"I'm on my way, Yuran. Please, hold on a little longer."]]

☠

Ϣϵɑҏɵɴȿ ∂ϵɑʅϵɍ // Ȼɦɑɨɴϵɗ Ƚϵɑɗϵɍ
I am an arms dealer
Fitting you with weapons in the form of words
And don't really care which side wins
As long as the room keeps singing
That's just the business I'm in

[SikFox]

I will Вяєαк into your thoughts
With what's written on my ħeαят
I will Вяєαк, Вяєαк

"Hello again, brother."

Was the sickeningly soft voice that revealed itself as the lights were flipped on. Sam King sat in an oddly placed chair that rested in the center of the room now. He moved it when he got here as well as the other pieces of furniture which were now pressed up against the wall.

"Fancy meeting you here."

His smirk curled at the corner of his lip. A gun rested in his lap, one leg cocked over the other loosely, hands touching and resting near the gun itself. He seemed almost too happy to see his brother walk through the door of his own home, glittering eyes never straying away from his brother.

I'm so šı¢κ,
ıиfe¢тeđ with where I live
Let me live without this
Empty вℓιѕѕ,
Selfishness
I'm so šı¢κ
I'm so šı¢κ

[Paranoid Doll]

Jack King
Let me die so I can get my wings.


He took a step back, gasping. No, what the hell was Sam doing here? He was shoved into the room and the door closed behind him. Jack looked over his shoulder, there were two tall men in suits on either side of the door way. There was no escape now. "What the hell do you want from me?" he growled, hand reaching towards his own gun. Goddammit, Yuuen needed him and he had to get caught up in this!?




I wanted freedom
Bound and restricted
I tried to give you up
But I'm addicted
Now that you know I'm trapped
Sense of elation
You'd never dream of
Breaking this fixation
You will squeeze the life out of me

[SikFox]

I will Вяєαк into your thoughts
With what's written on my ħeαят
I will Вяєαк, Вяєαк

"Ah-ah-ah, Jack."

Sam snapped his fingers and soon enough a guard stepped forward abruptly, grabbing Jack's arm and twisting it behind his back before he could even touch his gun. The counterpart grabbed Jack's shoulder and applied weights of pressure, forcing the Angel Leader to his knees. Same slowly got up from his seat, fingers lacing over his gun. He walked closer to his younger brother, looking down at him like how it was supposed to be. His smile resembled that of a chesire cat. Smug and confident.

"I'm here to finish what I started those few days ago and take what is rightfully mine."

He brushed Jack's bangs to the side so he could see the anger searing in the other's eyes, and- Oh! Was that a hint of fear he saw? Sam chuckled darkly, brushing his fingers across Jack's cheek. He leaned closer and turned his head so he could whisper in the other's ear.

"I'm surprised, Jack. It's like you wanted this to happen. I told you that I'd come back, and you didn't even bother to lock your door."

The raven haired man kissed the side of his brother's cheek before standing straight back up and looking down at his brother. He crossed his arms over his chest, gun in one hand.

"Or maybe you didn't take me seriously."

His pout suddenly turned into a look of hatred. He HATED not being taken seriously, hated being underestimated. The gun lashed out, pistol whipping Jack's head to the side. His guards kept their grip on Jack's arm and shoulder, making him stay in his kneeling position. His grin returned soon enough as he saw the blood drip down from the side of his brother's head. He pulled the hammer back on his gun and aimed it straight at Jack's face, right between his eyes.

"I'm sure you have urgent business to get to, so I'll make this quick. Beg. Beg me to spare your life. Beg me not to kill you."

I'm so šı¢κ,
ıиfe¢тeđ with where I live
Let me live without this
Empty вℓιѕѕ,
Selfishness
I'm so šı¢κ
I'm so šı¢κ

[SikFox]

ⒿⒾⓇⓄ ⓉⒶⓀⒶⒹⒶ

"Don't Thank Me. You're Next."

Jiro had refused to waste his time chasing down the ambulance, following a corpse he knew for sure was not the body of his partner. He had decided to go back to the station and interrogate his prisoner a little more, needing to take his rage on why Toshizo would fake his own death out on someone. What irked him was why he wasn't even told about it. Didn't the other not trust him? His grip on the steering wheel tightened, the leather creaking. He pulled into the station just as a car left. A marked vehicle leaving the station at this time?

Jiro stopped at the entrance and looked back through his rear windshield. It was heading away from the crime scene, so was it another lead somewhere else? He caught the look inside of the car and only saw one person in it. He sighed. When will these people learn that you always took backup, no matter how small the crime. But something was wrong. Jiro wasn't sure what it was, but soon backed up and chased after the car. It was then that he knew what it was. Through his glasses, he could see the plate number and number on the back of the squad car. That vehicle was the one licensed to... "Toshizo. I'm going to kill you," he mumbled. He couldn't be sure that it was Toshi, the man driving looking nothing like Song. But whoever was driving was going to have some information. Or answer to Jiro for why they had commandeered a recently deceased officer's car.

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[Paranoid Doll]

Jack King
Let me die so I can get my wings.


Jack's chest was seiring with pain. He grit his teeth and bore with it, he allowed himself to be brought to his knees... or so he told himself. Jack returned Sam's spite with even more vemon and spat blood out onto the carpet between them. All thoughts of the helpless little boy whose life depended on Jack dissapeared. Pure rage over took him. Sam blamed him for this s**t!? Him becoming the Angel's leader!? It was their father who did all of this, Vince. Did he enjoy strife so much that he caused his two sons to despise the other's exsistance?

"Not even bold enough to come here and take your little brother on by yourself, now arn't you?" he growled, straining against the two men holding him. On cue, one of them crunched their knee onto Jack's back causing him to scream. His head fell between his shoulders as he panted. The man had just knocked the wind out of him and he coughed up more blood. He wasn't going to go down this way. Jack felt the bottom of his shoe's sole. A switchblade popped out the back of his thick soled shoes. He opened it and slashed at one of the men holding him, he raised it and lunged at Sam.

"I'll ******** see you in hell!"




I wanted freedom
Bound and restricted
I tried to give you up
But I'm addicted
Now that you know I'm trapped
Sense of elation
You'd never dream of
Breaking this fixation
You will squeeze the life out of me

[SikFox]

I will Вяєαк into your thoughts
With what's written on my ħeαят
I will Вяєαк, Вяєαк

Sam looked at the bloody splatter hit the ground near his shoe. It didn't even soak into the carpet right away, but instead just congealed to it's menial existence. He took a step back, not wanting to get his shoes dirty, but looked up when his guards seemed to be just as incompetent as everyone else in this world. His left eye twitched slightly before he turned his gun on one of his own men.

"Can you do anything right?!"

He spat, pulling the trigger. The guard who had just been previously sliced fell backwards and into the wall, crumpling down the ground. Even just witnessing his partner's death, his other guard was rushing at Jack, trying to tackle him before he got too close to Sam. Sam turned his gun on his brother, but pulling the hammer back and firing was taking too much time.

"Kings don't go to Hell, Jack. Too bad the same can't be said for you."

Sam let himself fall over as his brother pressed into him, knife lunging downwards and aimed at his chest. It sliced through his jacket and vest, even nicked his skin, but Jack was suddenly bowled over by Sam's other guard. The raven pivoted to his side, letting the large man tackle Jack into the coffee table, breaking it to pieces. He could see more blood run down Jack's mouth as his brother cried out in pain, having the full weight of two hundred and something pounds pinning him to the floor. Sam stood up and brushed himself off, taking painful note of the mar of his suit. His finger slipped into the cut hole that Jack had made, touching his skin. When he retracted his finger, he noticed smudges of blood. He blinked almost with a tired look on his face as he licked it off of his finger.

"Guess your life and that brat's means nothing to you. And to think you might have gotten out of his alive if you had just listened to what I told you to do. Then again, you never listened to me, did you?"

Sam waved his gun at his guard, motioning for the large man to get off of his brother. He was sure that Jack was not moving this time. Not after being flattened into the splinters of what used to be a coffee table. He didn't bother pointing his gun this time, but walked over to Jack. He kicked the knife out of Jack's hand, cracking a few fingers in the process. With his other shoe, he stepped on Jack's chest.

"Dogs who don't listen get put down. Along with their puppies. Beg, mutt.

I'm so šı¢κ,
ıиfe¢тeđ with where I live
Let me live without this
Empty вℓιѕѕ,
Selfishness
I'm so šı¢κ
I'm so šı¢κ

[Paranoid Doll]

Jack King
Let me die so I can get my wings.


Breathing used to be easy for him. He could feel the broken wood piercing into his back. It was just fine. Jack's fingers on his right hand were crushed and they hurt like hell, but at least he had one weapon up his sleeve that no one was counting on. "You... will never get to touch... Yuuen." he grunted. Jack felt the ring on his left hand. It was very special, Yuuen gave it to him for his twentieth birthday.

The jewel's removable, so, you can put things inside of it!
Really now? How big of a thing can you fit into this tiny ring?
Oh, a tracking device...
Yuuen...
Just kidding!! You could though, if you wanted to.

Jack had taken that advice to heart, but opted for something better. Being a gang boss, you had to be smart and willing to die to protect the ones you loved and cared for. Jack smiled at Sam and pressed the small red jewel on the ring.

"I'll be seeing you in hell Sam." he raised his left hand to his lips and kissed his fingers, lifting the kiss to Sam. "And as for my puppy... I'll never see him again..."

The basement of the building blasted. Jack closed his eyes and smiled, the tremor of the building collapsing his last lullaby.

...because he's off to a better place, regardless. forgive me one day for leaving you again, Yuuen.



xXx




I wanted freedom
Bound and restricted
I tried to give you up
But I'm addicted
Now that you know I'm trapped
Sense of elation
You'd never dream of
Breaking this fixation
You will squeeze the life out of me


...and you did.

[Paranoid Doll]

xxxxxxxxxℒawliet♬Șungxxxxxxxxx
a.k.a. Toshizo Song

xxxxxxxxxla la la~
xxxxgoes the melody in my head
xxxxxxxxxla la la~
xxxxsoon I'll make sure we're both be dead
xxxxxxxxxla la la~
xxxxcan't our p o i n t l e s s lies just wait?
xxxxxxxxxla la la~
xxxxcome let's both just submit to f a t e ~

「Toshi had just pulled out of the station when he saw another car slid up and begin to tail him. Just to make sure if they were, Toshi drove around the block a few times, then down a few smaller streets. The car stuck. He smiled when he recognized the stern look of the driver. "Hmm... So, Ji-kun... why not play with me? This should be more than fun." he chuckled. Toshi stuck his tongue out at Jiro in the rearview mirror then floored it. Heading down Broadway Street at noon was fun. There were cars crawling up and down, but Toshi made a game of just weaving in and out of them. He was used to it, having had to participate in several high speed persuits.

"Catch me if you can Ji~" he laughed as the patrol car lunged across the Bronx Bridge to the west side of town. How far would Ji follow Toshi, he wondered. Either way, he needed to get to his new house. Why not lead Jiro on a wild cat and mouse chase along the ride? Toshi figured that Jiro would crack the truth anyways, so, he decided to just have some fun first.」

touch me
t a s t e m e
f-e-e-l m-e
k.i.s.s m.e
make me beg for more

I'm just d y i n g for a new game to play
ε❤з

[Paranoid Doll]

ƨυƙɪƭєƙɪ♠ɣυɾʌɲ
+++++++++++ The Ƭɾυɱƥ Card ♠ The Ace of Sρα∂єѕ

→тαкє.му.нαη∂.

❝Yuuen smiled at Koneski. "Yeah, I'll try my best." he brushed his bangs to the side of his face and looked out over the city. Was there a plume of smoke in the distance? It was coming from... the Angel's territory. Yuuen jumped to his feet and ran over to the window. He pressed his hands against the cold glass and stared. "J-Jack..." his hands trembled against the glass, his eyes began to water again.

The talk of happy endings, the optimism... He had to hold onto it. No matter what happened at this point, Yuuen decided that he'd do whatever it took to stay alive now. He didn't know, from the look of it, if he'd ever see Jack again... but he knew that Vektor was still somewhere, and that it counted for something. Yuuen slowly stumbled back over to the couch. He looked at Koneski, then smiled through his tears. "I guess... sometimes, being strong, means that you have to sit and watch... and wait... because others matter too I guess..." he clutched his knees. He tried to convince himself to not try and run out and try to get to Jack to see if he was okay, but everything inside him told him to run.

But if he did, and Jack was dead, what good was it? He couldn't help... the explosion looked massive. Tears came again, but he dismissed them with his sleeve. Yuuen would try to stay strong, he promised Koneski... He knew that as Yuuen Ace though, he'd be obligated to go chasing after Jack's dead body, after all, Ace was indebt to the Angels.

Yuuen decided to shed his name and go back to being who he was supposed to be all along... maybe that's why Vektor stayed at the front of his mind. The Russian didn't view him as a good business associate, another criminal in the city. Vektor saw him as a kid... a stupid fifteen year old. He looked over at Koneski and smiled, no longer crying. He smiled at Koneski as Sukiteki Yuran, a boy who died at the age of 9.❞

I was a child who didn't suspect anything
Biting my lips tightly to endured tears
To laugh that I've gotten stronger.
Please, tell me that the warmth of your hand isn't a lie
Call my name in a gentle voice don't leave me alone anymore
Now even though I cannot see you
You're always there for me
Your kindness melts into the sunshine
Happiness never ends, and it stays with me

Burried in your arms playfully on the bed is how I want to sleep once more.

On the day that we're fated to meet again,
Just smile and pat my head.
I'll always dream in this little place,
waiting for the day when you'll draw me close once more

.ℓєтѕ.вσтн.ησт.вє.αℓσηє.αηумσяє←

❀❀❀✿は永遠に私たちの愛覚えています。

[SikFox]

ⒿⒾⓇⓄ ⓉⒶⓀⒶⒹⒶ

"Don't Thank Me. You're Next."

Jiro gave thought about tailing from afar, but gave that idea up as soon as he noticed the car in front of him rev instantly and take off recklessly at speeds that rival the speed limits. He tried not to smirk but failed. If it wasn't Toshizo, then he didn't know who it was. Who else would try to run from an unmarked vehicle? Though his car was hard to miss, not a lot of the people at the station were stupid enough to tear away from right in front of him. And ******** if it was an emergency. The squad car kept it's sirens silent. He knew who was driving now. And he was going to catch him if it was the last thing he ever did.

Toshizo were barely passing by stalled and parked cars, speeding by each one and grabbing that small inch of space before anyone else had the chance. Jiro kept up fairly well until the last red light, where a traffic jar nearly started because the on coming traffic had begun moving. Jiro slammed on his brakes, watching the marked vehicle continue out of his sight. Jiro grit his teeth but smirked, spinning the steering wheel and heading down Knox Boulevard. He sped ahead of traffic, taking the next left and heading after Toshi in the parallel road. He glanced out of his window every time the block broke and revealed the road just down the street. He could the regulationed colors of the cop car slowing down but driving forward.

Takada sped up to seventy MPH, speeding across the red light of a stop, jerked his wheel to the left and made that turn that would connect them once more. He turned back onto the main road of chase just as Toshizo passed by. He was back on Toshizo's tail, terribly close to his rear bumper. Close enough that Jiro could see the eyes of the driver in the car in front of him wink playfully. Jiro took his glasses off so he could see properly, flashing a smile of his own. "Not getting away that fast, Song."

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