Title: [KR]Cube (The Whole Story)

Pairing(s): ToshiyaxShinya; KaoruxTohru; KyoxToshiya
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Based on Dir en grey's video "[KR] Cube"

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Part 2

The strobe lights reflected in the glass-red, green, yellow, blue, every color in the spectrum-and reflected in the eyes of the DJ as he spoke into the microphone. The DJ watched as his brother came in the front of the club, his whores as usual hanging from his arms, and settled himself in his usual VIP room. He conducted his business, and some of the whores left with other men. He then proceeded to get so fucked up he probably wouldn't know were to stick his cock even if he could get it up.
Tohru had just flicked the screen to another part of the club when there was a knock at the door of his booth. He turned and looked through the glass to see his head bartender waiting outside.
"Come in."
He entered and shut the door behind him. "Hey, Tohru. I'm on break."
Tohru switched off the microphone and put on a record to play on its own. He put out his cigarette and turned to the purple-haired bartender. "So you came to see me? How nice of you."
The bartender, whose name was Kaoru, smirked. "I missed you desperately."
Pulling Kaoru close, the DJ replied, "Is that so? However did you survive?"
Kaoru smiled villainously. "On thoughts of what I'd do with you when I saw you again."
Tohru smiled and pulled Kaoru into a rough kiss. "And what did you think of?" he asked when they separated.
Kaoru didn't reply but simply dragged the blonde man down to the floor with himself on top, and kissed him again, urgently. He unbuttoned Tohru's shirt with his left hand while stroking his face and hair firmly with his right. He pulled off his pants without hesitation, and slid down until he was faced with the half-erect cock. Teasing, Kaoru licked and sucked it gently until it was hard, while stroking himself through his unbuttoned pants.
He moved back up and kissed Tohru's neck as he thrust into Kaoru's hand. Kaoru spread his legs and lifted them up to rest on his shoulders, so that his ass was pressing against Kaoru's cock. The smaller man grit his teeth and moaned through them. Kaoru pulled lube out of one of the drawers in the table. He rubbed it on his own erection and on two of his fingers. He stuck the fingers sharply into Tohru, who was writhing beneath him.
He groaned and pressed down on the fingers, which after just barely teasing his spot were pulled out. He gasped, "Kaoru... hurry up."
Kaoru obliged, and began to thrust into him forcefully. They gasped in time with each other and their thrusting, while Kaoru reached down to stroke Tohru's cock. The blonde man gyrated his hips with Kaoru's thrusts and moaned as his spot was hit repeatedly.
After a short while, Kaoru came, followed soon after by Tohru, who clutched his hair as if he wanted to pull it out by the roots. After a moment, they both sat up, panting softly. Both stood up and pulled their clothes on. Sitting in his chair, the DJ switched the record that was playing and began to speak. "Did my brother drop off the money with you? 'Cause he didn't give it to me."
Kaoru shook his head. "He sent over one of his whores with excuses again. That's... how many times now?"
Tohru scowled. "Too many. I warned that useless shit that if he didn't pay up soon, I'd take some drastic measures. He doesn't get away using my clubs for his business without paying."
Kaoru raised an eyebrow at the video screen. "He's been giving you shit since... forever. You should kill the bastard."
"Excuse you."
"Sorry."
"But yes," Tohru thought out loud, "That's not a bad idea." He turned to Kaoru. "I'll give him a week. He should feel lucky he's getting that much. If he doesn't pay up, he'll be dead next time he shows his face in here. I'm fed up with his shit. He spends all the money he gets on drugs, as if he's not fucked up enough as it is. He's a fucking disgrace to my family."
Kaoru nodded in affirmation. "But you stay behind the scenes. You're the owner; you can't afford to be connected too closely. It would be bad for business."
Tohru looked back at his video screens. "If it comes to it, I'll set it up for you," he said.

~*~

Kaoru was walking down the street, smoking a clove cigarette, when he saw what appeared at first sight a pretty girl hooker exit a building, looking around cautiously. On second glance he saw it was a boy, and one that he recognized, too.
Kaoru walked hurriedly to catch up to him, and when he grabbed his shoulder, Shinya started violently. He composed himself quickly and turned around. "Yes?"
Kaoru looked him over, giving Shinya the idea that he wanted some paid company, so he was very surprised when the words out of his mouth were, "You're one of Kyo's, aren't you?"
Shinya's eyes opened wide and he tried roughly to pull away, his eyes darting around for an escape.
"Calm down!" hissed Kaoru, "I'm not going to turn you in to him... though he's really fucking mad about you running away. He's pretty close to finding you, too, it seems."
"How can he know where to find me?" moaned Shinya despairingly. "He shouldn't even know I've run away yet! I've gone longer without seeing him..."
Kaoru shrugged. "Well, someone ratted on you, I guess." He flicked the ashes from the end of his cigarette onto the ground near Shinya's feet.
... Toshiya? Could he have... But why would he... How could he...? I...
Shinya spoke after staring blankly at Kaoru for a long moment. "Do you know who it was?"
Kaoru shook his head. "No idea. ... But I've got a proposition for you."
Shinya looked alertly at him. "What?"
"Are you any good with weapons?"
"...Yes..." replied Shinya cautiously.
Kaoru smiled and puffed his cigarette. "If you'd like a chance to get back at Kyo and you want to help me out, then come with me ..."

Part 3

The red-haired man loaded his gun and stuck it in the holster. He pulled on his black trench coat, it swirling out behind him, and put on his dark sunglasses. Heading out the door, he reviewed his assignment in his mind. Poor little fuck. Doesn't he know you don't piss off yakuza? If they're giving you protection, you better pay... Too bad he'll be too dead to take my advice.
Die was one of the best hit men that the local yakuza gang had at their disposal.

Part 4

Kaoru was at the bar as usual; serving drinks to the wide array of drag queens, pimps, hookers, and the other flashy members of the underworld that frequented Tohru's nightclub. But tonight his job would involve something unusual.
From his booth, Tohru saw Shinya walk into the club right on cue, and approach the bar. He was wearing a long dress slit up to his thigh, and his hair was piled up on top of his head. He was breathtaking.
He ordered a martini, and Kaoru slid it to him on a napkin, with a nod appropriate for greeting a beautiful stranger.
"Nice hat," Shinya commented in a shout over the music, indicating the real stuffed fox inhabiting Kaoru's head.
Kaoru just grinned and went on to serve another customer, a pretty girl in a very revealing halter-top.
Shinya sat and sipped his drink, watching the people dance, swinging their hips to the music that made his martini quiver, provided by Tohru up in his booth, and watching the drag queens fix their bright red lipstick and blonde wigs.

Kururi Furari Fuwari Kurari
Kururi Furari Fuwari Kurakurari
Kururi Furari Fuwari Kurari
Kururi Furari Sawagu...

Finally he took the napkin, hidden in his hand, and crossed the dance floor to the men’s room. Along the way he spotted from the corner of his eye Toshiya, hanging on Kyo's arm, high on Kyo's drugs, playing with Kyo's baldheaded whore in red leather.
The men’s room was dim and dingy, and there were puddles of unrecognizable fluids on the dirty tiled floor. A man was lying against the wall without the strength to move, his eyes bloodshot and his limbs limp.
He managed to focus his eyes somewhat, and in a slurred voice, he mumbled something that, when deciphered, was along the lines of, "Hey sweetie, how about a blow job?"
Shinya ignored him, and stepped into one of the slimy stalls. He dropped the note in the toilet and sat on the seat cover, pulling back his skirt to reveal his long shapely legs. He pulled one of three long, dangerous looking stilettos out of a sheath on his thigh, and opened the stall door.
Singing in a quiet voice in his booth, Tohru did not see Die slip by the security cameras.

Oni-san kochira te no naru hou e...

Shinya slipped quietly out of the men’s room, the junkie dead in a puddle of blood exactly where he had been lying.
Kaoru had changed his clothes and was now advancing, in step with Shinya, on the VIP room where Kyo was getting more hopped-up on the drugs he'd spent all his money on.
They arrived within seconds of each other, and were in the door before the motion could register in the muddled minds of the room's inhabitants. Moments later, Die stepped into the room, his gun pointed directly between Kyo's eyes.
The hooker with the shaved head draped himself on Kyo, and Toshiya clutched his arm. A man to Kyo's right hauled out a gun, but in seconds they were subdued by Kaoru and Shinya, deciding to help this mysterious fiery-haired man who seemed to be working for their cause.
Kyo stared blankly up the gun barrel.
Die fired two shots in rapid succession, as most of Kyo's entourage scattered.
The first hit Kyo directly in the head, and the second hit Toshiya only a moment later.
Die turned and walked silently out of the club, Shinya and Kaoru staring at the bodies in front of them.
Tohru was staring too, on his video screen, but he never stopped singing.

"Mother and you and my new relation"
Without thinking I put my hand on your neck.
You say nothing and you do nothing.
I'm gonna sing the last lullaby for you while you smile at me.
I wonder why I fell in love with you.
Impossible love.