Crimes of passion -Yaoi- Open and FULL again!

[Paranoid Doll]

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

→тαкє.му.нαη∂.

[[oh my, that is the perfect ending~<3]]

❝Yuran just smiled and sighed, letting his head rest on Vektor's chest. Everything that had happened over these last few days had changed him so completely and now it all came down to this. The snow was falling more heavily than before. "You'd better never leave me alone again." he giggled. Yuran sneezed and grabbed hold of Vektor's arm. "If you don't mind, can we go somewhere warmer?" he looked down at the thin sweater then smiled at Vektor.

Yuran pulled Vektor along by his forearm as he lead the way off the snow frosted bridge. He couldn't help but let the smile stay on his face. It seemed so perfect now, how everything happened. Even the snow. Yuran never believed in miracles, but how could you explain the last five days? How could you possibly chalk it all up to coincidence? Five days. The happiest, saddest, most traumatizing days of his life, and he was finally walking away from everything with a smile.

"Hey, Vektor, what are those papers sticking out of your pocket?" he asked, taking a look over his shoulder.❞

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 wait and 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]

Ѵѐҟȶɵɍ Ƀɍɵѵɬɵѵȿҟɨ ☭

Vektor looked up to see that the guards that had been standing just a few feet away gone, vanishing into the snowy distance. Vektor silently thanked them for their treason against Sting and stood straight, tucking Yuran under his coat as much as he could. He let a hand raise and rest on Yuran's head, flicking some of the snow that was gathering there. "Hm?" he looked down when Yuran noticed the folded envelope sticking out from inside his jacket pocket. He smiled, a feeling of relief and utter calm rippling over him. He almost didn't get to used them. Vektor and Yuran continued to walk down the snowy path, not going back towards the older man's house, but rather deeper into the city. The Russian smiled broadly, rubbing Yuran's shoulder to keep his warm.


"Tell me somezing, Yuran. Have you ever heard of a place called Serov?"


☠

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]

Crimes of Passion | Epilogue

₩hen all was said and done, and the lights were turned off, bags packed, and goodbyes said, it seemed like everything was clean cut. With final farewells to the lives they once thought they knew and hellos to the new reality that they accepted, change was finally allowed to happen. Some changed were better than others.

Toshizo Song and Jiro Takada saw each other frequently after the big scandal of Toshizo's death, even if in secret. Jiro stayed with the Police Force to insure that the streets were safe and to provide Toshi with any information he may have needed. Ray Steel, who knew of Toshizo's real fate was left in the dark about Takada and Song's partnership, if only for the fact to keep him and themselves safe. However, there are times when Jiro disappears from the station and Chief Kazuo gets suspicious...

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☎ Fingers tapped the desk impatiently, waiting for the phone call that he suspected that would never come. Chief Kazuo sighed out loud, eyebrow twitching a little. Jiro was supposed to contact him as soon as he got this 'information' from this mysterious source that he had so much confidence in. He ruffled his short hair, a bit peeved that he had a stack of paperwork stacked miles high on his desk, but no statements to write down so he could finally get them finished and moved to petty officer Dravis. He stared at the black phone on his desk a little longer before getting fed up with waiting. "It shouldn't take two hours to get information," he finally huffed, picking up the receiver and dialing Takada's cell.

Ban Na Na Na~ Ba Na Na Na~

His cell sang from the inside of his jacket pocket, making the fabric dance and shift on the floor. There was a thunderous THUMP that sound like something hit the floor and soon a hand was reaching for the folds of his coat. Jiro shushed the sound of laughing as he dug into it and pulled out the cellular from his pocket. He checked the numbed, cleared his throat, and flipped it open. "Kazuo. You know it's very dangerous to call in the middle of extracting informa-"

"Don't feed me that s**t, Takada! It's been two hours! How long does it take to get a statement from one person and drive back to the station? And what do you mean 'middle'? Are you telling me your still there?!"

Jiro held the phone away from his ear, his boss' voice blaring from the earpiece. His scolding got someone stifling their giggles into a pillow, and Jiro rolled his eyes, pinching Toshizo to be quiet. "I'm sorry, Kazuo. But there had been a set back and I've been busy regaining their trust. Running all through town, doing various odd drop offs. It was only ten minutes ago that they finally saw me as someone to be trusted. But your call might have-"

"Damnit, Takada! You get me those statements, or so help me-!"

Kazuo didn't have to finish that statement. Jiro knew that the man would most likely demote him back to a desk job. It wasn't like the man could fire one of his best detectives. Toshizo climbed over to the side of the bed where Jiro had rolled off in a fit to grab his phone, the blankets following him. The 'dead' officer leaned on his arms, just staring a smirk on his face. He could hear the yelling from here. But his Ji-kun didn't look perturbed by the abuse. In fact, it seemed Jiro had returned to being his stoic self once more, not even looking back at him. Toshi pouted but smirked soon enough as he slunk off of the bed, careful not to touch the officer.

"I understand, and I accept full responsibility, but you must allow me to conduct my investigation a little longer. I'm almost at a break through, and we can send almost the entire block to the penitentiary." Jiro mentally sighed to himself, wishing that Kazuo wouldn't go off the deep end over such a small thing as a little tardiness. Just as Kazuo was about to go off into another barrage of curses, Jiro cut him off. "Now, Chief. Let me expla-"

"Takada?" Kazuo looked at his phone to make sure it was still working when Jiro was suddenly cut off. "Takada? Takada! Damnit!" Kazuo slammed the receiver down, fuming that Jiro had the nerve to hang up on him. He sighed, grumbling under his breath as he leaned back into his chair, thinking over what to do now. Naturally, he went through his paperwork slowly, revising them, plotting his revenge against his first officer.

Jiro blinked and looked at Toshizo with a surprised look. The man had his cellphone in his hand, shut closed, disconnecting him from the Chief. "Toshizo." But the lithe man didn't seem to care that he had cut off Jiro's superior. He just simply shrugged and crawled closer. "The man can talk for hours. He probably hasn't even realized that you hung up," Toshi murmured, snickering at the end. He pushed Jiro over and looked down at him, flipping his black bangs from his face, a smirk on his face. "Now then, Officer Takada. I do believe you were in the middle of 'extracting information'."

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Toshizo Song & Jiro Takada: εɳɗ

[Paranoid Doll]

Crimes of Passion | Epilogue

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A lot seemed to change after that night. Vektor Brovlovski was nowhere to be found as well as Ace and it seemed as though Jack King went AWOL. It also seemed that all of the criminals in the city began to wander aimlessly, small crimes, waiting for someone they could rally around again. Was he really going to let such a perfect scene go without etching his name all over it? Of course not.

Waisting no time, Sting continued to weave his plots into actions. Conducting raid after raid, shooting after shooting, he succesfully captured the city's underground. He got rid of all competition effortlessly and skillfully, cleverly decieving the law at every turn. No one would catch on to it.

The city was really in chaos, but that was the way Sting liked it. Kept things interesting. Everyone wanted to be in the Bullets, but no one wanted to admit to being a member. You couldn't tell a faithful gang member from a lofty one, but that was fine. The game would continue. The common people feared leaving their abodes after sunset. After all, the night is the time for hour for power, tooth, and claw.

Sitting atop all of it was Christopher Sting and all he could do was smile.

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As good as everything seems though, sometimes, life gets us at the most inconvenient times. The doctor stepped into the room and looked at the two of them. "Th-the tests show... that the fetus... no longer sustains life." she smiled at them sadly and patted Koneski's hair. "It's okay honey. M-most of these pregnancies are hard to sustain. A good seventy percent of them don't go through." she looked up at Sting, his face shadowed. "Sir, can I see you in the hall?"

He flowed the nurse and she shook her head. "The real problem is, the boy's too small. His system would never be able to carry a baby. This attempt... Just ruined his ability to produce even with the help of the drug." she held out the report from the examination to Chris. He read down the list. There did seem to bee alot of problems with Koneski. "I suggest we tell him now... but gently." Sting sighed and nodded, flowing the nurse back into the room, back to the waiting, crying boy.

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♬♩♭♪

Koneski was shaken by the news. How could this have happened to him? To find out that he was supposed to be pregnant, this pregnancy failed, and now he would never be able to have one!? He cried just thinking about it. What was he going to do now? What would Sting do? Koneski hadn't seen him since they came back from the hospital. The man said that he needed to go off to do some thinking. Thinking... about what? Koneski was sure that it had something to do with getting rid of him. What else would it be about? He held his face in his hands. He couldn't do a thing anymore. He was useless and now Chris would never love him. He figured only one thing could fix it all now.

Walking shakily, Koneski went down the hallway towards the bed rooms but walked past the last two doors and up the spiral staircase. He opened the heavy metal door and walked out onto the roof. The cold, biting wind of winter nipped at his face, quickly freezing his tears over. Koneski kneeled down by the edge of the building and sobbed into his hands. Was this really how it was going to end for him? Was he really this weak, to jump off the edge of a building, just to avoid facing the one he loved? He stood up and placed a bare foot on the concrete edge. Now, only seven more inches.

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Sting looked around the apartment for the boy when he walked in. "K-koneski? Koneski, I have something very important to ask you.... Koneski?" The boy was usually sulking around in the living room or on his computer at the dining table. He closed the apartment door and locked it, then creeping down the hall. Maybe he was asleep in one of the rooms...?

Sting was about to just head down the hallway to their room when a shot of cold air blew his bangs back and the roof access door banged shut. Oh s**t, what the hell was going on? There wasn't any sign of struggle, maybe Koneski was just being stupid? None the less, Sting ran up the stairs to see what was going on with the boy. He threw the metal door open. "Koneski!" he heard a faint screaming and saw two hands clutching the edge of the building.

Hurrying over, he slid onto his stomach and grabbed onto the boy's thin wrist. The wind was strong and mad his whole arm slip over the edge. Koneski screamed more, clawing Chris's arms. "Oh god, help me, I don't want to die!" he cried, holding onto the man's hand. "Then why the hell were you up here, idiot!" he grunted, trying to pull the struggling teen up the side of the building. There was a pause in Koneski's speech. "I was afraid that you wouldn't love me anymore..." Chris groaned. "Koneski, you really are an idiot... dammnit, if I didn't love you, do you think you would be alive?" the boy looked up at the man who was trying so hard to save him. "...no." "Good then, Koneski, I have one more question to ask you. Will you marry me?" Koneski almost let go of Chris's hand, but in his moment of not flailing in the wind, Chris yanked him up the two feet.

Koneski sat on the frigide roof top and looked over at Chris, their breath fogging the air around them. "Oi, did you catch that? Will you marry me?" Koneski stared at Chris. The man got on one knee infront of him and took out a small, black, velvetine box. "This is why I was gone all day.. I couldn't find one that was worthy of my own... what do you say?" he asked over the wind. Koneski took the box and nodded. He flung his arms around Sting's neck, new tears freezing on his face... tears of happiness. Snuggling his cold face into Chris's neck, Koneski whispered. "I do."

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⒞hristospher ⒮ting Қ ø и з ş қ į Ѻɱɩɕɩȡɩѻ || end

[SikFox]

Crimes of Passion | Epilogue

Somewhere in the midst of a Winter Wonderland known as Serov, Russia.
EXACT COORDINATES: UNKNOWN


“Don’t rub at it, Yu. It’ll only make it vorse.”
“But it hurts, Ve-Ve,” came the whimpered reply. The white haired Russian rolled his eyes at the whining tone of his housemate, bringing the tray of steamy soup to the living room. Yuran sat near the brick fireplace, warming his hands by the fire, resisting the urge to wipe at his red nose. Gloves, boots, and other assortments of winter wear covered in frost littered the floor near the door, leading to the welcoming fire. Vektor placed the tray onto the coffee table near the young boy before going around and picking up the clothes. “Better eat it quick before it gets cold.”

The pink haired boy quickly swiped at his nose with his sleeve when Vektor’s back was to him before scooting closer to the table. He shoved a dog out of the way who was dangerously close to the steaming bowl, sniffing at it hungrily. “Don’t you mean ‘Before Suki gets into it’?” The large black and brown German Shepard, named Suki, whined before flopping itself right behind Yuran. It huffed when it was denied the soup and rested it’s head on it’s large paws. Yu giggled before dipping his spoon into the soup, blowing off the steam. “Zat too,” Vektor replied, finishing cleaning the water off of the floor before coming back to the wide room. He sat across from his ward on the sienna couch, digging in his pocket and handing Yuran a pack of tissues. “Don’t use your sleeves. Tissues are more soozing to ze burn.”

Yu blinked in surprise, spoon hanging from his mouth as he looked at Vektor. “How did you-?” The Russian laughed, relaxing into the sofa. “Do you zink zat just because ve are no longer in ze city zat I have lost my keen sights?” He rested his hands in his lap as he propped his feet on the corner of the table, enjoying the warmth radiating from the fireplace. Yuran watched Vektor while eating his chicken noodles. His guardian closing his eyes with a contented look on his face. He smiled warmly to himself, looking over his shoulder at towards the front door and window. Outside the skies had grown dark as the sun sank behind the majestic mountains, snow still falling from the sky. Just before they were outside, playing out in the snow with Suki and Teki, their Siberian husky. The entire day spent outside, stopping by the local market for food, then returning to play in the now, trying to catch Suki and trying to find Teki. Her coat almost as white as the snow and made finding her difficult to find. In the end, Yuran had ended up with a runny nose with a slight cold since he wasn’t used to the drastic temperatures. He had rubbed at it with his jacket sleeve, his shirt sleeve, paper towels, napkins, and all that had made his tender nose sore.

The lithe heir took a tissue from the pack Vektor had handed to him and sighed in relief. The white tissue soothing with lotion that relieved the burn. He smiled as he looked at the pack of tissue, running his thumb over the plastic lining thoughtfully. Vektor. Vektor was always taking care of him whether in the city and even out here. Saving his life, his sanity, and now his health. Yuran chuckled silently before looking up at the ex-Crime Lord. Hard to think that the dozing man on the sofa who fretted over him like a Mother duck was once a feared Leader of the Chained. Slowly, he pushed Suki away from him and went over to the couch, climbing onto it and sitting close to the white haired man. Gingerly, Yuran leaned against Vektor, resting his head against the man’s chest. Hearing the man’s heart beating made everything bad that had happened in the past almost worth it. “Eep!” he squeaked when he felt a pair of arms wrap around him, pulling him into Vektor’s lap. Yuran pouted, pushing himself up and turning to look at the ‘sleeping’ man. “Hey, no fair, Ve-kun. I thought you were asleep.”

Vektor smiled and opened his eyes, looking at Yuran and brushing the bangs from his face. “Now, now, Bushka. You should know by now. I never fall asleep vizout you next to me.” He pulled Yuran back against him, petting the soft pink hair. The boy rested against Vektor without resistance, enjoying the warmth of another body. He felt the tug of sleep pulling at him. Exhausted from being outside all day and the sudden warmth of the fire and Vektor soothed his chills, and the rhythmic beats began to lull him into sleep. Vektor glanced down when he noticed that Yu had grown lax against him, and smiled when he saw the sleeping face. Looking up, Suki was at Yuran’s empty soup bowl, licking at the insides for anything left over. Teki was still lying on the rug in front of the fireplace. The Russian felt oddly at peace even after the mess he had left behind. His family was here with him, away where no one would ever find them, living the life they should have. Perhaps it was just fate that he stayed in that city to meet with Yuran, a boy he never knew existed that had been his role model’s son. There was just no other way of explaining it. Yuran had a hard life growing up, having to see many things kids his age should never have witnessed. But he made it through. Vektor silently prayed that he would do everything he could to keep Yu happy now that he was here. Vektor let his head fall back against the couch once more, his hand never stopping it’s motion against the boy’s hair. His throat tensed before relaxing, a small hum wistfully leaving his mouth. He hummed a slow tune, not even bothering with words to express his happiness. He kept the song soft and low, chest rumbling with each note.

And outside the snow continued to fall, covering their little corner of the Earth in a white blanket. Their stone and wood house out in the country side alone, the closest town a mile away. The only indication that they even existed were the footsteps left in the snow and the curling smoke from their chimney.

Vektor Brovlovski & Yuran Sukiteki: εɳɗ